by Janice Lux
Cowboy’s Special Lust
By Janice Lux and Alicia Moore
I felt my juices soak through my panties as I watched the cowboy slowly slide his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous, bronzed chest. He gave me a sly, seductive smile as he stepped in front of me, one hand undoing his zipper, the other grabbing my wrists and lifting them over my head, pushing me against the wall.
I groaned as I felt his hot lips brush against my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my entire body. His toned body pressed against mine as he pulled his pants off, revealing a huge, quickly growing cock. I only got a quick glance at it before he pressed into me again, his soft lips covering mine.
His tongue was on a mission as it explored my mouth, tasting every inch it could reach. I responded as best I could, battling him for control of my mouth. I heard him groan as he pushed his tongue deeper down my throat, his other hand moving down the front of my jean shorts. My moans grew louder as his hand found my clit.
“Holy fuck, right there,” I managed to groan. He pulled out of my mouth and took a split second to grin down at me before pulling down my pants. He shook his head, the sly grin on his face widening.
“My cock first.” The grin was still on his face, but he had an edge to his voice that made it clear who was in charge.
“Now.”
Goddamn he was such a fucking tease. But the commanding tone in his voice turned me on even more. My orgasm started to build quicker now as I did as I was bid. I wanted nothing more than to please him…
He let go of my hands and I immediately bent down and went to work on his now completely hardened cock. I heard him groan as my lips wrapped around his bulbous head, my tongue going right to work. It took both hands to wrap around him, he was so big. I could taste his sweet pre cum as I brushed against the tip, making sure to taste every drop.
I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as my lips slid lower down his cock, trying to get him as far down my throat as I could go. He was so big, I could barely get him halfway before his head was poking my tonsils. I felt my gag reflex respond, but I held him there for a full ten seconds making sure to get a good taste.
I coughed and pulled him out for a split second before pushing him back in. I giggled as he started to fuck my mouth, knowing I’d get the same treatment in another one of my holes before too long. I heard him groan again, louder this time, and that turned me on even more. I wanted so desperately to be dominated by him – but not yet.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. I let out a small yelp of pain, my pussy threatening to explode with pleasure now. His other hand was on the back of my head, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere as he picked up the pace, my gag reflex getting a workout as he went deeper and deeper.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m almost there,” he groaned. I worked him with my mouth now, covering as much of his cock as possible, tasting as much as I could. He stopped fucking my mouth and let me go to work, my lips sliding all the way down his shaft and to his balls. I took them both in my mouth, worked my tongue around his ball sack and moved back up to his head, giving him small licks as I worked my way back up.
But I didn’t want him to be done with me yet. He needed to fuck me first. I stopped and slowly rose, letting him catch his breath.
“Please, fuck me,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. His expression went from ‘about to cum’ to almost animalistic in the blink of an eye. He spun me around so I was facing the wall, taking care to keep both my hands together behind my head. I leaned back and closed my eyes as he slowly slid into me.
He took it slow on me to start with, letting me get used to the feel of him as he buried himself all the way inside. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The pain flared quickly and spread to the rest of my body, but pleasure quickly extinguished it as he slowly pulled out and pushed himself back in.
“Oh FUCK, baby,” I groaned, eyes closed and quickly losing all of my senses but pleasure.
He thrust slowly only once more before speeding it up, his cock filling me up completely. I bucked as he started to spank me, starting lightly and gently and increasing the force with each thrust, ass straight up in the air.
He started to moan as he pounded into me, my walls tightening around him now. Goddamn he was so fucking big! He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed tight now, my orgasm rising quickly to the surface.
Just as I thought I’d lose control, he paused, pulled out, and flipped me over effortlessly so I was looking up at him right into his gorgeous blue eyes. He sank into me once more, not breaking eye contact as he pressed himself onto me, stretching me to the max now. I only lasted a few thrusts before all my control disappeared.
I screamed and unloaded my juices onto him as he pushed his hot cock into me one last time, deeper than ever before. He gave a shout just after I did, and I felt his cock contract as he came inside me, the white hot jet hitting all of my pleasure spots. I bucked again as he finished pumping his load into me, my body begging for as much as possible.
When it was all over, he pulled out and sank onto the carpet. I could tell he was almost exhausted as I was, but goddamn what an incredible first time.
“Holy shit, baby. I didn’t realize how tight a virgin was gonna be. That was amazing,” he said, the sly grin back on his face…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
“Excuse me miss? You asked me to come get you at 6 o’clock.”
It had just been a stupid dream. Figures.
I sat up straight, blinking rapidly, trying to remember where I was. You’re in your hotel room in Vegas, Sarah, and you have to work tonight. Now get your ass out of bed! I had no idea how much time I’d wasted dreaming about a handsome cowboy fucking me, but I needed to forget about it and focus on what I had to do.
I got up, got dressed, and stepped out of my hotel room, into the cool desert air, drinking in the sights and smells of the Vegas strip. Ah Vegas. Entertainment capital of the world. Best known for shopping, casinos, and nightlife. And of course, rampant debauchery. My new home.
I had always been extremely lucky when it came to poker. I’d win hand after hand and really rake in the money. I don’t know what it was, but I was just really good at being able to tell when I was supposed to bet or fold. I really knew how to play. I became so accustomed to winning that I made my living in the local casino back home on the east coast.
Each week I’d head over to the casino and win some more money for that week. I won so much that I was surprised no one had talked to me about the possibility of counting cards. Not that I could ever take the time to do that.
But there was one part of my life where I wasn’t so lucky. And that was with the guys. I had always had problems trying to get guys to be with me. All throughout high school and college I’d try to get guys’ phone numbers or get them to go on dates with me. And I always got turned down.
I’ve always been a very shy girl so I figured that was probably the problem. Most guys back home liked hot, confident girls, not scared girls like me. After a period of time in college with lots of hurt feelings and rejections, I finally gave up on the guys. I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but I knew there was a better chance of winning a million bucks at the casino. It wasn’t as though I was even ugly or gross or anything, I was just really stupidly shy.
So I dedicated myself to winning it big at poker. It was my outlet in life and it worked really well for me. Also, I figured if I could get lucky enough to win it big, I may one day get lucky enough to be with a man who’d be right for me. So far that day hadn’t come.
I took a deep breath and headed straight for the nearest casino. The lights flashed as I stepped inside, practically blinding me. Boy oh boy I could tell this was nothing like the casinos we ha
d back home.
Loud rap music blared from the speakers. Half naked people walked around serving drinks and dancing. God damn was this a club or a casino? I looked around and spotted the blackjack table near the back. Perfect.
It only took ten minutes before the chips started to pile up. Before I knew it, I’d won about five grand in chips. Five grand my first time in my first casino in Vegas? Holy shit I was beyond excited. I noticed the dealer looking at me suspiciously, but I didn’t care. You know that high they say people get from winning at poker? Multiply that feeling by about a hundred and that’s where I was at.
I was all smiles as I collected my winnings, thinking about how I’d enjoy a nice relaxing month. Maybe I’d take myself out to a nice dinner or a movie or something. I sighed as I turned away from the chip booth. If only there was someone to enjoy my money with.
As happy as I was when I won though, I considered gambling to be more work than fun and I never understood people that had an addiction to this kind of thing. The high lasted only a few minutes but after that, it kind of dissipates. It would be a lot more fun if I made money with someone else in mind.
But it is what it is I guess. I would have to treat myself tonight. I pocketed my money carefully and moved right to the exit, already thinking about that awesome bar I’d seen next to my hotel room. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice the tall guy in front of me until I walked right into him.
“Sorry, I-”
When my hand touched his body, I looked up involuntarily. Boy was I glad I did.
He was smiling down at me with a perfect, white smile, dimples and all. His eyes were deep, dark brown, perfect for getting lost in. He had a gorgeous, shaven face with a cowboy hat covering his short brown hair. And best of all were his muscles. My hand had found itself planted on a perfectly ripped torso I could feel even underneath his shirt. I was sure if he took it off his body would probably make my faint it’d be so perfect.
“E-excuse me,” I mumbled trying to get around him.
He put a large, warm hand on my trembling shoulder.
“I’ve been watching you play all night. It looks like you really know how to play poker. What’s your secret? Do you count cards? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he said, flashing me another blinding smile. He had a smooth, sultry, stereotypical southern accent. Holy fuck I was in love.
“N-no, just lucky I guess,” I responded nervously, distracted by his gorgeous face. Already I could find myself getting lost in those dark, mysterious, warm eyes.
“Well you certainly seem to get very lucky. I’ve never seen anyone win that many chips that fast, and I’ve been around these parts a long time.”
“Well like you said, I know how to play the game,” I responded a little defensively.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked casually.
I had nowhere to be, but I wasn’t sure about this man quite yet, other than that he was absolutely stunning and he looked really familiar. But I didn’t like how he kept asking my questions about my game. I had heard stories about people getting taken to underground dungeons and beaten until they confessed to cheating at card games. I really, really wanted to avoid having that happen to me tonight.
“Why do you want to buy me a drink?”
He shrugged.
“Because I think you’re really gorgeous, and I’d like to buy you a drink.”
His compliment took me aback. No one had ever been that direct to me before. This man simply oozed confidence. I knew if I wasn’t careful, I was going to start falling for this guy faster than I could think.
He smiled and winked. “I promise, I won’t bite. Just one drink.”
“Okay, one drink,” I said, my heart starting to flutter. How would I make a fool of myself this time? I knew I’d embarrass the hell out of myself with a guy this hot. It’s happened before. I don’t know why he looked so familiar…
One time in college, I actually got into a nice conversation with a really cute guy I’d just met. I was so surprised I was actually having a conversation with him that I quickly realized I didn’t know how to talk. At all. I just sat there, in his dorm, staring at him like an idiot, not having the slightest clue of what to say. Wasn’t it usually guys who had trouble talking to girls? After that god awful night, the guy never spoke to me again. I did not want a repeat of that with this guy.
He led me back over to the bar and I followed nervously, still apprehensive. I knew my world had suddenly shifted. If the guy ended up treating me like shit, how could I ever trust one again? On the other hand, if this guy really liked me, I could be in for quite a night. I was nervous either way.
The man knocked his hand on the counter and ordered something I couldn’t hear. The bartender smiled and poured the drinks right in front of us, but I couldn’t see what he poured. Hopefully it wasn’t poison, but this was Vegas so anything was possible.
“What did you order me?” I asked as he handed me a glass and raised his.
“Something I think you’ll like a lot,” he replied. “Cheers.”
We clinked our glasses together and I reluctantly took a sip. I had never tasted anything quite like it. It tasted like fire. Good, but very strong and spicy. It made me feel warm and alive. I surprised myself, downing my whole glass as he finished his.
He grinned as he watched me put the empty glass with a thump.
“You seem to be quite the drinker. I like that in a girl.”
I blushed in spite of myself. I wasn’t really a great drinker, but that stuff tasted great.
“What was it?” I asked, still feeling a slight burning in my throat.
“I always like to order that for pretty girls. It’s called ‘Burning Passion.’ Not the most creative name I know, but I didn’t come up with it,” he said shrugging again as I giggled, again in spite of myself.
“The bartender knows how to make it good, though. We’ve been friends for a long time.” I didn’t know if it was the alcohol getting to me or what but I noticed he was staring at me intently, hungrily now as he spoke. Did he truly think I was gorgeous? I couldn’t get too excited, for all I knew he was a serial killer out looking for his next victim. But the drink was filling me to the brim with confidence.
“So seriously, what’s going on?” I asked half-jokingly, half accusingly.
He chuckled pleasantly and put his arm around my waist. The fiery feeling I got from my drink was nothing compared to the heat I was getting from his warm touch. Jesus Christ I think I was getting aroused.
“What do you mean?” he asked politely as if they were old friends sitting down for a chat.
“I mean no one ever buys me drinks. Are you trying to seduce me or something?” I said without thinking, immediately wishing I could scoop the words right out of the air and push them back into my mouth.
But he just simply chuckled again, unperturbed. The guy seemed almost too laid back and easygoing. Surely he would have been run off by now?
“I find it hard to believe no one buys you drinks, a gorgeous girl like yourself. But as to whether or not I’m trying to seduce you… well I don’t want to lie, so I won’t respond. Let’s just say, I think you are extremely pretty.” His eyes seemed to gleam as I blushed again. Not in an evil way or anything, as though he wished me harm. But in a way that seemed to tell me: I want to fuck your brains out.
“How about we go somewhere a little more private, just you and me?” he asked suddenly, standing up.
I felt as though I was in a dream. The guy was already indicating he wanted to fuck… Could this be the night I finally lose my virginity? How had I not humiliated myself yet? What the fuck was going on?
All of my instincts told me to say no, to get the hell out of that bar and not go back for a month. To completely forget about this guy and never speak to him again. Something had to be going on. No one ever talked to me this way before. But I just couldn’t leave. He was too damned irresistible. I didn’t know why he thought I was attractive, but at this point I wa
s more than willing to find out.
He took my hand.
“Trust me.”
And with those two words ringing in my ears, I rose and followed him to the back of the casino, through a small door. As we stepped into the dark little room, there was a small part of my brain thinking “no one can hear us back here, so if you get into trouble, you’re screwed.” I hoped the last part was true.
He spun around and shut the door with a snap, leaving us with only a small light in the corner to see with. And then suddenly, without a word, without the slightest warning, he took me in his strong arms, and went in for a slow, soft, gentle kiss.
For a split second, I felt shock and almost wanted to pull away. But the heat of his mouth quickly pulled me in and I tried to reciprocate, kissing him back as best as I could. His tongue wove its way into my mouth as I felt my pussy throb with desire, knowing I wanted him badly now.
I felt myself sinking deeper into the kiss, letting it consume me. My tongue got a tough workout as it tried to keep up with his, entwined as we tasted each other. He was more delicious than anything I’d ever tasted before.
