“Good point,” said Jim. “But I still want you to put in some good time with the other horses. We’ll work them out and identify the ones that are the real stars. I doubt all of them have what it takes. Let’s spend some time finding the diamond in the rough.”
“That’s a solid plan,” I said.
After finishing breakfast, we headed out to the stables. As much as I liked talking strategy, my real passion was working with the animals; that was the real reason I liked my job.
Over the next few weeks, the days took on much of the same structure. Early breakfasts and planning sessions, then out to the stables to work with the horses. We’d stop for a quick lunch around noon, and then head back out until dinner at seven o’clock. Then we’d spend a few more hours before quitting for the day around 9:00 or 10:00 PM. Only on rare occasions did we stay on later.
Things were progressing quite nicely. I’d work with Jim on Fast Lane in the mornings, then I’d turn my attention to the other horses in the afternoons. It was an intense schedule with very long days, but it worked out well. On Sundays we had the day off—although typically we’d still spend a few hours with the horses. In my first few months there, I never left the property once, not even on my day off. I liked it here; it was like its own little perfect world.
We had our weekly meeting with Don on Fridays at lunch. There was always a delicious spread of food, but also another dreaded PowerPoint presentation going over our progress. Despite Don’s appearance as an experienced ranch hand, he definitely had something of a businessman in him as well. I could see why Mr. Matheson had tasked him with keeping up with our performance updates.
Despite our initial reservations, meetings with Don went well. We were on track with our progress. It was an intense schedule, but we were keeping up with it. Don told us that both he and Mr. Matheson were very pleased with our work so far, and that it looked like this relationship would be a lucrative one for everyone involved.
That was good news. As long as they were happy with our work, that meant we had more discretion to train the horses how we pleased.
There was one other aspect of living on the ranch that I hadn’t much anticipated: all the attention I would be getting from the men that worked there. See, I was the only woman on the entire ranch. So naturally, for a group of sex-starved ranch hands, I was a sight for sore eyes.
But the crazy thing was I wasn’t used to this type of attention, so it kind of threw me for a loop. I’m on the bigger side, and by that I mean I’ve got curves for days. Voluptuous might even be an understatement. It was something I used to be ashamed of when I was much younger, but as I’d grown up I’d realized that there were plenty of men out there who could appreciate a curvy woman.
On the ranch, there were about ten of them.
I didn’t hate the attention or resent the men for giving it to me, but it became a bit tiresome after a while. I knew they were interested simply because I was the only woman around. Some of them were rather attractive in that rough, rugged way, but I knew that it would be a stupid career move to sleep with any of them. Simply put, it would be unprofessional. I wasn’t going to risk my job for some stupid fling.
I had to admit, however, that I was starting to feel tempted. I liked my job, but it made life way too busy to have a man in it.
It’d been a long time since I’d been with anyone or had a boyfriend. Now, with all these men suddenly taking an interest in me, it was all I could do not to give into temptation.
To make matters worse, there were no girlfriends around to talk to. Whenever I hung out or relaxed on Sundays, it was solely with men. Jim was fine to spend time with. He was much older than me and we’d worked together for a long time. There was no temptation there on either side. But it was different with some of the ranch hands. I always made sure not to drink too much whenever I was around them; I didn’t want to end up doing something I regretted just because I’d let my guard down after one too many drinks.
But despite my determination not to slip up, there was one time that I found myself giving into temptation. It was on a Sunday, around 10:00 PM. Jim had gone into the city for the evening, visiting with an old college friend in Dallas. It was our day off, but I was bored and decided to work with the horses anyways.
I was in the stable by myself, brushing Fast Lane. I’d built up something of a relationship with the horse by working with him one-on-one after my usual hours. It made training run all the more smoothly now that we’d cultivated this bond of trust.
As I worked, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to find a tall figure walking towards me. It was dark in the stable, with a solitary lamp lit near where I was working with Fast Lane. As the man emerged from the shadows, his shape became clearer. He was a tall man with a broad chest, his face was handsome, but in a rugged way. He was dressed like a typical ranch hand in a plaid shirt, tight Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. The boots, however, looked a little too clean—and a bit too expensive.
He came into the light and I saw his face more clearly. By my estimate, he was in his early thirties, his face tanned and flashing a devilish smile at me.
“How goes it?” he asked, with a hint of Texas twang in his voice.
“Very well, just spending some quality time with this guy right here,” I said, patting Fast Lane’s neck.
“Oh yeah? How’s he coming along?”
“Coming along just fine,” I said as I continued to brush the horse’s dark, shining coat.
“He’s a beautiful animal,” said the man, looking at Fast Lane with admiration.
I paused and put the brush down, realizing it was rude of me not to introduce myself.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I don’t think we’ve met. Are you a new ranch hand or something? My name is Adelaide, by the way.”
The man laughed, shaking his head.
“No, not a ranch hand. I guess you could say I work with Don,” said the man. “You can call me Wyatt.”
“Pleased to meet you Wyatt,” I said, sticking out my hand for a shake. “Do you live on the ranch? I haven’t seen you around before.”
He had a firm grip and slightly calloused hands.
“Oh, I’m here sometimes. But I spend a lot of time traveling, attending to external business.”
“Gotcha.”
“You must really love this animal to be out here on your day off,” said Wyatt, turning to face the horse. “Either that or you’re trying to score brownie points with Mr. Matheson.”
“Mr. Matheson? I’ve never even met him. I’m not sure he even knows I exist.”
“Oh, I’m sure he does. The man knows about everything that happens on this ranch,” said Wyatt as he walked up to stroke the horse’s neck.
“Whatever you say. I’m just here for the horse. I want to win a Derby.”
“Yes, that is the goal, isn’t it? We all want that.”
I continued brushing the horse as Wyatt stood there. I could feel his eyes on me, surveying my body. I tried to pretend as if I didn’t notice. An awkward silence had settled upon us, but I didn’t have anything to say, so I didn’t say anything.
“When do you think you’ll be done with work tonight?”
“Why?” I asked, pausing my grooming to look at him skeptically.
“I thought maybe you could invite me back to your cottage for a drink,” said Wyatt. “I’d love to hear more about the horse’s progress.”
“That’s a bit forward of you,” I said, pausing slightly before I finished my thought. “But I’m not saying I’m not interested.”
“Well, what are we waiting for then?”
I was feeling tired. It was after ten o’clock. What was the harm in having an innocent drink with a handsome man?
“Alright, let me put these things away. I was just about ready to quit anyways.”
A few minutes later we were walking back through the dark and chilly night air to my little cottage near the mansion. I knew I had a few beers in the fridge. I also had a fres
h bottle of Jack that the kitchen staff had picked up for me on their last run for groceries.
“You want beer or something stronger?” I asked Wyatt as he sat sprawled on the couch in the little living room of the cottage.
“Something stronger.”
I poured us both two fingers of Jack and tossed ice cubes into each tumbler. I took a sip, enjoying the smoky bite of the whiskey. Wyatt thanked me as I handed him a glass.
“So how’d you get this gig?” asked Wyatt. “Seems like a pretty cushy job.”
“Cushy? Are you kidding? It’s hard as hell. We’re under a lot of pressure. But I’m only here because Jim brought me along.”
“Don speaks very highly of you,” said Wyatt after taking a deep sip of his drink.
“Does he? That’s nice to hear. I think things have been going very well, so I’m glad Don agrees.”
“You know who else speaks highly of you?” asked Wyatt.
“Who?”
“Just about every damn ranch hand that works at Matheson Ranch. Seems they’ve taken a liking to you.”
“Ha, that’s no surprise. Put one woman in a group of men and I think that’s bound to happen, regardless of what she looks like.”
I took another sip of my drink. I couldn’t tell whether this was flattery or not, but there was something strange about the situation. Wyatt looked at me, his eyes drifting over my body sensually. Then he spoke again.
“They kept telling me: ‘You gotta go see the horse trainer. Curves like nobody’s business.’”
“Ha, you’re right. That is nobody’s business.”
“They say: ‘I wish I was that horse so she’d ride me.’”
I took another big sip and went to get a refill. I didn’t know what game this man was playing, but something about him made me let him keep it up. Part of me knew I should kick him out, but I didn’t want him to leave just yet, even though thoughts kept entering my mind. Dirty thoughts that went against my policy of hookups on the ranch. After pouring another glass, I headed back to the conversation.
“I came down here because they kept telling me I had to see you for myself,” said Wyatt, leaning towards me, his eyes trained steadily on my own.
“Well, what do you think now that you’ve seen me?”
“I’m inclined to agree with them.”
“You gonna do something about it? Or are you all talk?”
“Do you want me to take you upstairs?”
“I want you to take me right here,” I said, getting up from my chair and walking over towards him.
I put my hands on his shoulders and straddled him as he sat on the couch.
“Is this what you had in mind when you invited yourself over here tonight?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Wyatt, looking up at me with crystal clear blue eyes.
“So you heard about the girl who trains the horses. Heard from all the ranch hands about how no one can get with her and you thought, ‘I’ll be the one to go down there and give her a good, hard fucking.’ Is that what you thought?”
“Yes, in so many words.”
“Well, you’re just lucky you got some liquor in me while we were alone,” I said as I leaned in for a kiss.
I could taste the whiskey on his breath, as he could taste it on mine. But I didn’t mind, he was a cowboy. This was to be expected.
I felt his strong hands drift over the soft skin of my curvy ass, giving me a squeeze as I grinded on top of him. Our lips remained locked, trading wetness back and forth. I sucked and bit at his lower lip. I didn’t bother stopping to think about what I was doing; for some reason I felt that Wyatt could keep a secret. He wasn’t a common ranch hand, he was just passing through on business. I knew he’d be in as much trouble as I would be if Don somehow found out. Besides, it’d been so damn long since I’d had a man. What was wrong with a little make-out session?
Before I knew it, what had started with a few wet kisses turned into something much hotter and much dirtier. As I continued grinding up against him, I felt his monster cock getting hard in his tight jeans. I reached down to stroke it with my hand, running my fingers along the rough denim fabric as our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths. This was it, my last chance to turn back, to stop myself from letting Wyatt have his way with me.
But I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted it as much as he did. Feeling that cock pressed up against me made me wet. I kept grinding as Wyatt unbuttoned my shirt and snapped my bra off. I took a cup in each hand and slipped them off of my big breasts, exposing my nipples. Our lip-lock broke and I felt his lips kissing down my neck towards my breasts. He pushed them together and rolled his tongue over my nipples, making them stiff with stimulation. I let out a soft moan to let him know I liked it.
After a few moments, I decided I’d had enough, that it was time to pull that cock out and give him a good suck. I just wanted him inside me so badly. I didn’t care if it was my mouth or my pussy, I just wanted to feel his cock, that hard, pulsing snake of pleasure that I hadn’t had in months.
I slid down off of his lap after giving him one last wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Getting down on my knees in front of him, I ran my hands up his big, powerful thighs, the fingers of my right hand gliding over the big pipe in his jeans as I reached for his belt buckle; a huge buckle engraved with the letters “LWM.”
I pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans and started to undo the buttons. I glanced up to find Wyatt looking down at me with great anticipation. He’d have been even more excited if he knew the things I was about to do to him with my mouth. Some girls don’t like giving head, but I’m not one of them. I like the taste and the feeling of a huge powerful rod thumping the back of my throat, but only when it’s with a man like this; someone powerful who takes control.
Sliding his jeans and underwear off over his thighs, his erect cock sprang out. It was rock hard, bobbing right in front of me, begging me to suck it. I ran my hands from his knees up his thighs, feeling his skin and the big muscles beneath. I grabbed his cock and started to gently jerk it back and forth, careful with my fingers on his sensitive head. I moved my hand up under his shirt and over his six-pack abs as I leaned in to give the head a wet kiss. Then I looked up at him.
“Take off your shirt,” I said.
I watched intently, my hand still on his cock as he pulled his black and red plaid shirt up over his head, exposing a broad chest, with hard pecs that melded into his big shoulders. I saw his bicep muscles tense, and got a sense that he was showing off intentionally. He knew how hot he was. That’s why he had the confidence to come down here and take me. I liked that sort of cockiness in a man.
Hesitantly, I put my lips around the fat head of his cock. He was absolutely enormous and truth be told, I’d never had a man who’d filled my mouth up quite like this. But I was starving for his huge dick and gladly slurped and sucked at him, slickening that hard rod with saliva as I licked my way up and down his shaft. I played with his balls, running my fingers through them as I took his cock down my throat, his enormous size triggering my gag reflex.
Wyatt ran his hands through my hair, holding the back of my head and guiding my mouth as I bobbed up and down, going faster now, rapidly in and out. There was something primal about it, the taste of his pre-cum salty in my mouth, his musk all around me. He was a real man and I hadn’t been with anyone like this in a long time.
I was glad I’d given in to my temptation. To hell with better judgment. I wouldn’t need judgment when he was railing me with that pulsing rod.
I kept stroking his big cock with my hand, jerking him off as I sucked on his dick, my mouth and hand moving in combined rhythm, slowly working towards an erupting climax. But as much as I liked sucking his cock, what I really wanted was to be riding it, letting him drive his thick, girthy member into the tight wetness of my pussy.
Taking his cock deep down my throat, I gagged one last time before sliding it out of my mouth, watching it glisten in the light of the cottage. We hadn’t bothe
red turning out the lights, and for a second I panicked, wondering if I’d been careful to shut all of the blinds. A quick look showed me that one of the windows was completely uncovered. I got up and ran over, drawing the curtains across it.
I walked back slowly, wiggling my hips as I made my way up to him.
“I don’t want anybody watching what I’m about to do to you next.”
Slowly, I turned away from Wyatt, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them slide off of my wide hips, giving him a clear view of my voluptuous ass. I knew that soon enough he’d have me on all fours, my ass in the air as he railed me from behind, giving me a light spank here and there while he drove his cock inside me. My pussy dripped with that thought.
I turned around, cupping my hands over my breasts, covering my nipples from his view. I was completely naked now, but I still wanted to tease, to hide something from him as I walked over to where he sat on the couch. He stroked his cock as I came towards him. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, allowing me to climb on top of him.
I straddled him as I reached down for his thick, pulsing rod, guiding it towards my wet slit. As I felt his head touch my swollen lips, I realized that it might hurt having him inside me. His cock was rock hard and massive, and his girth might be painful. After all, it’d been a long time since I’d been with anyone, let alone with a stallion like Wyatt. I knew I was soaking wet, but I was also very tight. I started to ease down on top of his cock, wincing slightly at his size.
“Go slow,” I whispered into his ear, giving it a playful bite after I made my plea.
With his hands on my ass, he pushed me down on top of him, thrusting upwards in slow motion, bringing his huge dick deep inside me. I moaned with the pleasure of his cock filling me up. Between the wetness of my pussy and his cock slickened with my saliva, he slid in easily. The subtle sensation of his fingers gliding across my body intensified the pleasure, distracting me from any pain I might experience at his oversized member.
Wyatt’s hand touched the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a deep kiss. I felt his other hand drift from my ass and up to my chest where he fondled my tits, squeezing and then slowly circling the nipples with his fingers. I broke our kiss and pushed his face into my tits, feeling the scruff of his face scrape against my nipples, sending a little wave of bliss through me. The sensation was simple, but pure it its simplicity, a component part of the complex act of our hot fuck.
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