Roping Trials and 'Big Earl's' - Part 2

Part 1 of the Story

 “I’ll drive home.” You say as you hop into the driver’s seat and adjust it forward. Also fixing the mirrors. The diesel engine roars to life.

“Are you sure you can drive this?” she says after she checked the trailer and hitch.

“It’s been a while, but I worked a delivery job when I was in college. I’ve got this. I won’t hurt your truck nor harm Sandy.”

“Are you really going to let him drive your truck?” Sonja asks.

“We’ll see how well it goes. It might be the last time.” Rebecca jokes.

“Good luck. Call me before you go to ‘Big Earl’s’.”

Rebecca tips her hat as you shift into first gear and release the clutch.

It has been a few years since you last drove a standard transmission vehicle, but once you get onto the highway, it feels okay. There isn’t much traffic in your direction, so you relax a bit, keeping an eye in the mirrors and on the trailer.

“You do know what you’re doing.” She says as she puts her head on your shoulder. “I might take up your offer and grab a few winks. Did you really enjoy today?”

“I did. I still feel like I don’t really know what’s going on in the ring, but I am so proud of how well you did. And I’m happy to meet Sonja. I take it she’s the partner you mention from time to time.”

“Uh-hu.” She responds as she closes her eyes, with her head still on your shoulder.

“Ok. Rest well, my Rodeo Queen. I’ll get you home safely.” You say, keeping your hands on the wheel and focused on driving.

She wakes up as you turn from the highway onto the country roads. “Did you get a good nap?” you ask as she straightens up.

“Not bad. And we are almost home. Park the truck next to your car, then we can off-load everything and put Sandy in the stable.

As the sun sets and the yard lights come on, you help her by carrying in her bags, filling the water buckets, and then disconnecting the trailer. Both of you push it next to the barn.

“Ok, now what?” you ask, pulling off your rawhide gloves. She walks next to you, hugs you tightly, and kisses you. “We both need a shower before we go out. Come up and join me.” “Yes, my Queen.” You respond, reaching up and kissing her firmly.

The hot water from the shower feels good on your skin. You didn’t realize that you used your muscles so much today. Soaping up a washcloth you, wash Rebecca’s back and ass, continuing down her legs. Her muscles feel so strong and firm as you rub and scrub her skin. Then she rinses and turns her front to you. Her dark nipples are hard as you wash her chest and abdomen. “If we weren’t going out, I would suck those nipples and finger your sweet pussy.” The soapy washcloth continues moving down her body. You feel your dick harden. Between her sexy body and the hot shower, you are feeling so turned on. She grips your dick. “You are right, we need to finish up and get dressed. If not, I’d devour you until you’re spent.” “When we get back from Earl’s?” you ask, still hard with anticipation. “Or maybe sooner.” She says kissing you, her tongue thrusting into your mouth. “Whatever you want, my love.” You sigh as she turns off the water and you grab towels. 

The soft, thick cotton towels feel so good on your skin as you dry yourself off. You were going to dry her first, but she takes her towel and heads for the bedroom. “If I let you dry me, we’d never leave the bathroom tonight.” She comments playfully.

You keep a couple of outfits at her place, just as she does at yours. You both agreed that waking up and putting on the previous day’s clothes was okay but not ideal. Wearing a polo shirt and khaki slacks, you look clean and presentable. “Honey, I need to get you some cowboy clothes. You look nice as always, but tonight you might stick out a bit.” She says as she has on a long skirt, a plaid shirt, and clean boots. “No stockings or panty hose?” you ask. She raises her skirt to show her bare legs. “No. I like how this feels on my legs when I dance.” She moves closer to you and whispers into your ear, “And it provides you easier access, if I get horny.” She then kisses your cheek.

“Damn. You want me hard before we leave the house, don’t you?” you respond. “Ok, so are we taking your truck, my SUV, or driving separately?”

“It’s a Saturday night and unless you have somewhere to go tomorrow morning, why don’t we take your car. If you drive, I’ll navigate.”

“Whatever you want. You lead, and I’ll follow.” You say as you grab your pea-coat.

“One last thing. Why don’t you wear one of my jackets instead. That way you blend in a bit better.” She offers.

“Ok.” You say as you pull your keys and wallet from your coat and put them in a fleece lined denim jacket she has hanging by the door. She has a few of them and you pick one that is clean and looks hardly worn. It’s a little big on you, but you like that it has lots of pockets. “That looks good on you. You can keep it.” She says with a smile.

After a second of snapping the snaps, you adjust your shoulders and arms, and feel how it fits. It is comfortable, but then a thought enters your mind.

“Are you ashamed of how I look?”

“Oh no, Honey. I have just seen trouble at cowboy bars like ‘Big Earl’s’ before. Not all of the locals are tolerant of newcomers. And sometimes there is trouble before you can even sit down. I just want to go out, have fun, drink and dance with you. If you are dressed like a cowboy, you blend in a bit more, but I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. Are you embarrassed by me?” She asks with a serious tone to her voice.

You reach up and put your hands on her face. “I am always proud to be with you. You are strong, beautiful, and talented. You are everything I want.”

“You are everything I want too.” She says and hugs you tightly. Your face pressing down into her full breasts.

“Okay, enough of that. I like the jacket. Maybe tomorrow we can get me a Stetson to go with it.”

“I think you would look better with a Fedora. Real cowboys wear hats that fit and are comfortable. You need a brim that goes all the way around your head but isn’t too big or too small. A wide brim Stetson looks good on a large man, but out of place on a smaller one, just as a smaller brim hat looks wrong on a larger man.” She explains.

Stepping out of the house, the early evening air is cool but still damp. You breathe it in and put your hands in the pockets of the jacket, thankful for the fleece lining.

As you walk to your car, you continue, “So you really know about hats?”

She chuckles, “Hats are another needed piece of equipment. Just like gloves and boots. You want the right one for the right job.”

She gets in. Her skirt rides up a bit showing her lovely legs. You glance down.“So sexy.” You say in a breathy exhale and start the engine. 

She takes her phone and calls Sonja. “We are leaving the house. Yes, see you soon.”

During the drive, she talks about hats, boots, ropes and other things you really hadn’t thought about. As you talk about ropes, a thought crosses your mind. “So if you wanted to tie me up in bed, what kind of rope would you use?”

Without thinking, she says “Silk, Cotton, or a smooth nylon. Something that wouldn’t leave too many marks or be rough on your skin.”

“Really? Have you used ropes on your lovers before?” you ask, genuinely curious.

She gets quiet for a moment. “Yes…” You are still focused on the dark highway, but you feel like she is blushing. “When I was younger, my boyfriend at the time, wanted to try somethings we saw in porn movies. We used rawhide, hemp, sisal, and a few other things we had handy. Rope burns aren’t a pretty thing and having to explain how you got rope burns on your wrists to your buddies or your boss, isn’t a good thing either.”

You chuckle at that, thinking about going into the office, meeting with a client, and having your wrists covered because you have rope burns on them.

“It isn’t funny.” She says, thinking that you are laughing at her.

“Of course it isn’t my Queen. I am just thinking about if you left marks like that on me.”

She leans next to you. “I always want to play with you, but I never want to hurt you.”

You put an arm around her, “I know. And it is good to know that if we want to use ropes in bed, you have thoughts about how to do it safely.”

After a few minutes, she asks “Do you want to be tied up? You saw what I can do to a calf.” You shake your head and chuckle again. “Not really. I love how you are during sex. I don’t need tied up or bound, and I’m not really interested in doing that to you. But if in the future we wanted to try something different, it’s good to know you already have a plan.”

“So, what are your thoughts on pegging?” she asks.

You pause for a moment “I’ve never tried it, nor really thought about it. It is something…”

She then breaks out in fits of laughter after seeing the slightly scared expression on your face, lit by the headlights of the oncoming traffic. “I’m kidding. I love how you lick my pussy and how your hard cock feels inside of me. I’m not interested in filling your ass. But the look on your face was priceless.”

The rest of the ride she changes the subject to line dancing. You have danced with her, previously, but you really didn’t know many line dances. You mention how you will do your best to follow your lead.

Pulling into the gravel parking lot, you weren’t sure what to expect. There is an old neon sign saying, “Big Earl’s”. The windows have lit signs like “Cold Beer” “On Tap” and “Cerveza”. Your SUV doesn’t look too out of place. You see lots of pick-up trucks and Jeeps, but also a few SUVs including the same make as yours. As you step out of the car, you can hear the country music and feel the thump of feet dancing.

Inside you smell beer, food, perfume, and sweat. You really aren’t a huge country music fan, but you know Rebecca enjoys it. You love seeing her happy, and you enjoy dancing with her. Rebecca sees Sonja and leads you to a small round table. She has a plate of nachos and a mostly full glass of beer. “You timed that well. My food just arrived.” She says pointing to the plate. “Dig in.” and she waves for the waitress. Whereas Rebecca has on a long skirt and plaid top, Sonja has on tight jeans and a black top with white embroidery. Both of them look so beautiful. She looks at you, “So what’ll you have?”

You think for a second. If you were at your local brew pub, you would have the lager or a blonde ale, but you don’t want to tell these women that you “Want a blonde.” So you just smile and ask “What do they have on tap?” “We’ll ask.” She responds as the waitress comes over. The waitress rattles off the major brands on tap and you pick one that you like. It’s not your favorite but it’s the kind of thing that goes well with chips and snacks.

You take off your jacket and place it on the back of your chair. The air in the bar is a little warm.

In a couple of minutes she returns. Rebecca hold up her beer “Here is to another good day of roping and riding.” “Amen to that Sister.” Sonja says clinking her glass. You clink theirs and take a sip. The music changes and the intro notes to a fast line dance starts. Rebecca puts down her glass and grabs both you and Sonja. “Come on” she says pulling you onto the dance floor. You line up between the ladies and do your best to follow the moves. It isn’t too hard. It’s just something you aren’t used to doing. By the end of the song you think you finally have all of the steps. The next song is similar. But of course, the steps are a bit different. This one slides more, whereas the previous one stepped more, but you do your best. You start to sweat a bit. Rebecca smiles at you every time she turns towards you. When the song ends you head back for your beer. The ladies follow.

“You weren’t too bad out there.” Sonja says. “I expected far worse.”

You take a sip from your beer. “Really, why’s that?”

“Earlier today, you looked like a longshoreman, and now you look like a guy from an insurance commercial.” She says drinking from her glass.

Rebecca gives you a sideways hug, “I know you can dance, regardless of how you are dressed.”

You think about it for a moment, looking at these two beautiful tall women. “You both are probably use to people thinking you don’t match their expectations. I mean, Sonja, I only noticed a few black cowgirls competing today. And Rebecca, my queen, there weren’t too many women competing in Tie Down. So anyone going up against both of you would be pleasantly surprised.” You say holding up your glass.

“Here is to breaking expectations.” Sonja says. “Amen” Rebecca responds.

The night goes on like this for a while. Sonja or Rebecca hearing a song they want to dance to and going onto the floor, pulling you to be their partner. You expected to dance with Rebecca, but you enjoy dancing with Sonja too. Both ladies are enjoying themselves.

Rebecca moves her chair closer to yours and from time to time rubs your thigh. Whispering into your ear how horny she is.

“Why’d you get two? Hell, they’re head taller than you.” A drunken cowboy says, coming over from the bar towards your table. “What you ladies need is a real man.”

Rebecca turns “Oh, I have a real man. Why don’t you go sleep it off cowboy?”

“We’re fine right here. Do as my friend says and call it a night.” Sonja comments politely.

“He’s just a little shrimp. You gals need a man who packing some real meat.” He says grabbing his crotch.

Sonja steps up to him and looks him eye to eye. “You have no clue what he’s packing. Nor what I really need. So why don’t you sit back down, or better yet go home.”

“Fucking dykes.” He swears as he turns.

“Dumbass limp dick wanna be.” She responds.

“Bitch” he says and goes to hit her. She catches his hand and locks her boot behind his, putting him on the bar floor.

“Be thankful I don’t have a tie down handy, or I’d hog tie you like the little bitch you are.” She says with more venom in her voice than you expected.

You stand up and grab your jacket. “Ladies. Why don’t we call it night? I know I had fun and we need to drive home before it gets too late.”

Sonja grabs her drink and finishes it. “Yeah, you are right. If I don’t stop now, I might do or say something that gets me in trouble.” The drunk cowboy is still lying on the floor looking confused as to how he got there. A guy, probably one of his buddies, comes over and helps him up. “I told you to let them be.”

Outside, the air feels so much colder. You start up your car as Rebecca hugs Sonja. “Are you sure you are okay?” “Yeah, just another dumb ass. Thanks for coming out tonight. Maybe we can do this again, sometime.”

“I know of a couple of brew pubs in the city, I would love to show you.” You yell out the window. “I might take you up on that.” She yells back.

Rebecca gets in and you head out.

“Did you have fun?” She asks you as she looks for a country music station on the radio. “I did. Sonja is a good dancer. Too bad she didn’t have a date. There were a few double couple dances that we could have done. I hope that drunk didn’t spoil your mood.”

She leans against you again and slowly caresses your thigh. “No. Not at all. Do you want to feel?” She asks as she takes your right hand and places up under her skirt. Her legs feel so smooth and warm as you move higher up to her damp panties.

“Mmmm. Are you wet because of me?” You respond in a seductive tone.

She kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear, “Of course. You are a real man and packing everything I want.”

You sigh and smile. “Let me focus on driving. I would hate to get into an accident.”

She playfully licks your ear. “Ok. I’ll wait.” As she turns up the music.

Once you are home, you go directly to her bedroom. The brass frame bed always reminds you of something from a western movie. She goes to undress but you stop her.

“Wait. Sit on the bed.”

She sits, a couple of buttons on her blouse are undone. You take her right foot and slide off her boot. The cotton sock on her foot is warm and damp. You slowly pull it off and rub the bottom of her foot. “Oooohhh.” She says and lies back on the bed. The bottom of her foot is rough but you rub it and massage it. “That feels so good. But why?”

You kiss the top of her foot. “You have been on them all day, you won one of your events, and you have been dancing. A foot massage can be excellent foreplay.” You then pull off the left boot and sock. As you massage her left, she softly moans in pleasure. “Damn. I love it. But just lick my pussy.” She says almost impatiently.

You chuckle. “Good things come to those who wait.” You say as you set down her foot and then pull her to a sitting position. Slowly you finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slide it off her arms. You kiss her lips, then her neck.

You reach behind her and unclasp her bra. You kiss her right shoulder as you slowly slide the straps down her arms. You can tell she has been drinking. She is always horny and a little impatient when she’s had a few. “Dammit. Suck my nipples. Don’t tease me.” She begs. Her dark nipples are so hard with anticipation. You smile “Of course my Rodeo Queen.” And then lick around her right nipple before sucking it firmly. She puts a hand on your head and grips your hair as you suck it harder. You move your left hand up her skirt and rub the wet fabric of her panties against her pussy lips. Slowly rubbing up and down as you now suck the left nipple. “You are so good at this.” She says breathlessly.

You fully raise the skirt and slide her cotton panties off. Her trimmed bush looks so beautiful, and her wet lips are so tasty. You move between her legs, placing them on your shoulders. Slowly you lick up and down, using the tip of your tongue along her damp lips. Then you lick between them and up around her clit. You clamp your mouth on her clit and suck it firmly. She pulls your hair as she tightens her thighs around your head. “You know just what to do.” You feel her pussy pulse against your mouth as she orgasms.

You crawl up her body, kissing your way up until you kiss her mouth. The flavor of her pussy fresh on your lips. “My turn.” She says as she rolls you onto the bed. She stands up, steps out of her skirt and then pulls off your slacks. She smiles appreciatively at your tented briefs. You pull off your shirt as she frees your hard cock, stroking and licking it. She wants you hard and wet before she rides you. You lie back on the bed and soon she mounts you. Those strong thighs you have fantasized about all day, straddle you as she lowers herself on you. She grips your hands and slowly rocks back and forth. The same movement she did in the saddle. Her clit grinds against you every time she goes forward. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to move through you too, as she cums again.

She dismounts and then lies next to you, holding you tightly. “You are everything I want.”

“I agree, my queen. You are everything I want too.” You respond kissing her.

“Tomorrow we will look for a hat to go with the jacket.” She sighs.

“And you won’t need a rope to do it.” You say playfully, pressing your body against hers and drifting off to sleep.

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Chaos

 

Chaos

Disruption

Shutting Down

Shifting Around

Breaking of Norms

Rerouting of Finances

Displacement of People

Closure or Realignment of Offices

Tearing Down of Long Held Beliefs

Actively Disregarding Laws and Agreements

Promotion of Ideas that were once Dismissed

Celebrating Dismantling of Branches of Government

Placing One in-Charge instead of supporting Three Co-Equals

 

As we watch and listen to the news, think of what part we are playing. Are we adding to the chaos? Are we watching as they build a pyramid of power and self-glory out of the rubble of our institutions? Are we adding bricks to their pyramid and cheering as they build and restructure? Are we the labor, working to make the mortar and the bricks?

Or are we silently complaining when we should be standing shoulder to shoulder, helping those in need, protecting those being persecuted, and reminding those

currently in power, that we are a nation of immigrants, and all are equal.

Where are our voices? Are we screaming against the Chaos?

Raising up and marching in the streets in protest?

Or are we just watching the chaos around us?

Roping Trials and 'Big Earl's' - Part 1

 

You and Rebecca (Becki) have been dating for a few weeks. On the surface you two shouldn’t match. You’re a short, bookish, guy who works as an accountant and financial planner, who grew up in the city, and she is a tall, country gal, who works on her farm and competes in rodeos.

Your initial hookup was almost by accident. You wanted a drink after work and relax. She wanted to listen to country music and have fun. Luckily, you like them big and tall, and she likes “short kings”.

After that initial night, you agreed to continue seeing each other. One night going out to a restaurant, then going back to your townhouse. The next time, going to her house as she cooked dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes and corn. You, the next time, had her back over to your place as you baked salmon with rice and mixed vegetables.

Regardless of where you eat, or what you did, you always end up in bed with her. She enjoys you going down on her and enthusiastically sucks and rides you.

“My sexy Amazon Goddess,” You say lying in each other’s arms after an evening of enjoyable sex, “I love doing this. What are you doing this weekend? I want to take you someplace special. Maybe a concert or a live show.”

“Sweetie, That sounds great, but this weekend, I’ve got roping trials. It’s only a local event but there’s prize money, and if I do well enough, it adds to my reputation when I go to compete at larger rodeos.” She says holding you tightly.

“I really don’t know much about any of that, but I’d love to watch and learn.” You admit.

She looks into your face for a moment. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I like how you ride me, and you’ve told me that part of that strength is from being on a horse and working with cattle.” You kiss her and then snuggle between her large breasts. “I’d love to see you win a big old buckle, then take you out to celebrate.”

She reaches down and grips your hardening dick. “You really are excited by that thought, or you are still horny from earlier.”

You suck her left nipple. “Both.” You say and both of you enjoy a second round of love making.

Saturday morning, you drive over to her place. It is a cold, damp morning. The old farmhouse fits her personality so well, you think as you park your SUV next to her big pickup truck. You go in through the side door, nearest to the kitchen. The mud room has work boots and gloves placed next to the big laundry sink. You breathe in deeply and smell the mixture of mulch, hay, and mud. She had been in the barn, caring for her horses before you arrived. You also smell coffee, eggs, and bacon frying in the kitchen.

“Darn, I was hoping to get here before you started cooking breakfast. I wanted to surprise you, and have your breakfast waiting for you, after you finished your morning chores.” You say as you hang up your long coat and go into the kitchen.

“You’d have to be up before the sun, to do that. Grab a plate, a cup of coffee, and sit down.” She says as she flips the bacon over with a fork. The strips of meat pop and sizzle in the black iron skillet as you pour a mug from the old percolator.

“We could have grabbed breakfast at one of the café’s near my apartment.” You say as you sit and watch her cook. You always love the curve of her ass and how they fill her denims. You wish you were standing behind her, kissing down her back and grabbing her firm cheeks.

“Hard, Soft, or Scrambled?” she asks over her shoulder. You choke on your coffee for a second trying to laugh at the idea of scrambled ass cheeks. When you finish coughing, you say “Hard. You know I like them firm and hard.” She winks at you. “Yes, you do.”

After finishing up breakfast, you offer to wash the dishes. “It’s only fair. You cooked, so I should wash up.” “Okay, my little man, go to it. I’ll sit and watch you, as I finish my coffee.”

As you wash and rinse the plates, from time to time, you shake your hips and butt in an exaggerated motion. “Yeah Boy. Shake it. Momma likes what she sees.” Her playful catcalls turn you even more.

“Before I distract you too much and you take me to your bed, what is the plan for today? You mentioned something about “Roping Trials”? What are they and we do we need to leave?” She looks up at the kitchen clock, and says, “In a bit I need to hook up the horse trailer and then load Sandy.”

“Is Sandy the blonde one, or the brown one?” You ask as you dry a wet plate.

“ ‘Czar Alexander the 3rd’ Is his full name but we call him Sandy. He’s a quarter horse.” She answers as if that should make perfect sense to you. Setting down the plate, you say in a slow exaggerated tone, “Ok, so he is the…”

She laughs as she walks to the sink. “He’s the brown one.” She says, dropping her empty cup into the soapy water. She kisses you. “Finish up. I’ll go hook up the trailer.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll be out there in a minute to help you Little Lady.” You say in your worst John Wayne impression.

In a few more minutes, you are outside, putting on a pair of rawhide work gloves, as she walks the horse up the ramp of the trailer. “Good. You can help me lift and secure the ramp.”

You stand by, and follow her lead, lifting and latching the rear of the trailer. She grabs her cell phone, and calls up one of her friends. “Yeah. I’m loaded and we’re leaving. I have extra ropes if you need. I’ll see you there.” She hangs up and looks at you. “Do you want to ride in the truck or follow in your little car?” “How long are we going for?” you ask. “It’s an all day event. But if the weather is bad, it might end early. It will depend on how many riders show up.”

“Ok. I’ll ride with you. Let me grab a few things.” You say as you pull your phone charger and a stocking cap from your car. As you pull on the black watch cap, she chuckles. “I need to teach you how to dress like a cowboy. With that hat and coat, you look like you belong on the docks instead of a stockyard.”

You smile and laugh, “Popeye was shorter than Olive Oyl, so maybe I should keep the “longshoreman” look.” She gives you an exaggerated pout. “Do you think I look like Olive Oyl?” You hug her tightly, and look up. “My sexy cowgirl, no one could ever mistake you for her.”

During the ride to the rodeo ring, you ask her questions about calf roping. She explains that there are two types of events: “Break Away” and “Tie Down”. You do your best to pay attention but the gentile rocking of her big diesel truck down the highway has you nodding off after a while.

“Aww did my little man fall asleep?” She says in a playful tone. “What? Uh, No.” you respond, “I was resting my eyes. The rainy weather was just so….”

“What rainy weather?” she laughs.

You look around and realize the sky has lightened up and you are clear of the cold rain from earlier. The sun is still low in the morning sky, so you haven’t been asleep for long.

“Ok, you got me. Make you a deal, I’ll drive the truck on the way home and you can sleep. Or rest your eyes, or whatever.” You say as you sit up a bit straighter. “Tell me more about what we’ll do today.” You think about every rodeo image you have seen on TV and the movies. “Is there going to be bull riding and rodeo clowns?”

She chuckles a bit. “No. This one is just local roping trials. Think of it like when a runner or skater competes in local meets before trying out for the Olympics.”

“Ok. That makes more sense.” You try to remember what she was saying about the two types of roping before you drifted off. “You mentioned Break Away and Tie Down. Can you do both?”

“Oh yes. Not only can I do both. I am good. You watch and see.” She says in a proud tone.

Soon you leave the highway and you see signs for “Stockyard and Show Ring”. You see a sign pointing to “Trailers” and another one pointing a different direction “Parking”.

She turns towards the Trailer lot. You see a dozen or so trucks and horse trailers, as she pulls into an empty spot. “Can you help me? If I take Sandy, can you close up the trailer and carry my gear bag?” “Of course.” You say.

She puts a lead on Sandy and walks him out of the trailer. “We’ll be over by the stalls. Look for me.”

As quickly as you can you secure the trailer. It really was much easier with two people. But if you are dating a cowgirl you have to “learn the ropes”. You smile at that for a second. You really are going to learn about ropes today. You grab her gear bag. It is heavier than you thought, but you sling it across your body and look for her.

She is taking off her fleece lined jacket, and hanging it on a hook. You walk up, trying not to look like you are struggling to carry the gear bag. “Give me that.” She says as she pulls it off. You pull off your watch-cap and wipe the sweat from your forehead “That’s heavier than I thought.” You admit. She kisses your cheek. “I should have warned you.”

“Becki” you hear a voice tall dark skinned woman leading a spotted horse. “You and Sandy made it. And who is this?” “This is the guy I was talking about…”

You walk up, extend your hand and introduce yourself. “I’m just helping Rebecca today. I’ve never been to anything like this so I’m here to watch and enjoy.”

She grips your hand as tightly as Rebecca does during sex. “I’m Sonja. Becki and I are roping partners in the Team events.”

“There’s a team event?” you look to Rebecca. “Did you explain that one and I missed it?”

She smiles broadly “You didn’t miss it. I hadn’t mentioned it because today we are just doing singles.”

Sonja puts her horse into the stall next to Sandy. “So were you telling him how you are going to rope and throw a calf like you do him on the bed?” She says in a loud voice.

Rebecca laughs. “No. I haven’t used a rope on him. I haven’t needed to. He does everything I need without it.”

You feel like you are missing a joke as both women laugh. Then she walks closer, and kisses you again. “Why don’t you find a comfy place to watch. There is a snack bar if you need a little something.” You kiss her in return. “Ok. I will look and listen for you. Both of you.” You say as you nod and smile at Sonja too. She is very attractive too. You wonder if she likes “short kings”.

At the concession stand you get a bag of popcorn, a hot dog, and soda. The metal bleachers remind you of those at a kid’s sport’s field. You find a spot and relax. Most of the other folks in the stands look like they are family members or friends of the riders. You are the only one who is obviously not in western style clothing, but no one says anything.

Over the next couple of hours you sit and watch. First is the “Break Away” competition.

A rider lines up next to the chute holding a calf. A buzzer goes off, the calf is released, and the rider throws their line and it goes around the calf. The calf continues running with the rope dragging along the ground. That’s if the rider connected with their throw. You notice that they have younger riders go first. It looked like teens make up the “Junior Roper” category. Some are boys and others are girls. But all seem pretty good at it. Not everyone connects, but everyone is close. That surprises you.

Then it is time for the adult riders. You notice that a lot of the Break Away riders are women. Most aren’t as big as Rebecca and Sonja, but some of these riders are fast and accurate. You watch the gate swing open, the calf start running and then before you know it, there is a rope around its neck. When Rebecca does her run, riding Sandy, you stand up and cheer. She takes off her Stetson and waves it towards the stands and winks at you. During Sonja’s run, she puts the loop around the calf’s neck so quickly you swear she beat Rebecca’s time. You cheer for her too.

As the riders continue, you go down to the stalls to see the women and congratulate them. “Wow! That was amazing. You both were so fast.” You notice that Rebecca has a brush out of her bag and is brushing Sandy. Sonja is picking some muck from her horse’s hooves.

Rebecca looks at you with a bright smile, “If you enjoyed that, wait until the next event.”

“Yeah, if you think that was fast, wait until you watch us in Tie Down” Sonja says not looking up.

“Really?” you ask in a surprised tone. “I thought you were both kidding about competing in Tie Down.” Rebecca stops brushing and moves over to the gate. “Think about being in my bed. And imagine you are a calf trying to get away. Do you have any doubt that I couldn’t stop you if I wanted.” The look on her face is playful but her eyes have a serious glint. “You know my Amazon Queen, I have never had a reason to flee from your bed. Maybe I should watch and see what you could do if I did.” You say straightening up, smiling, and looking into her eyes.

“Damn, girl, he really is everything you told me. Maybe I need to be looking for a little guy like him.” Sonja says, putting away the pick and grabbing her brush. “He’s mine, so go find your own.” Rebecca responds in a friendly tone.

You head back to the bleachers and sit down. The last of the Break Aways are done and they announce the beginning of the Tie Down competitions. Just like in the last event, there is a Junior category that goes first. You watch as teen cowboys, most of whom look like they should be playing football, make their runs. You are surprised how these go too. It is a little longer than Break Away, but not by much. The ropes are tied to the horn of the saddle and the rider has his horse stop, causing the rope around the calf’s neck to tighten and making it fall down. The rider then leaps off the saddle, runs to the calf, and ties a smaller rope around its hooves. The clock stops when the cow is lying in the mud with its legs tied and the rider is standing up.

For some of the calves, the rider has to manhandle them and force them onto their sides. You nod when you see this, as it makes sense, you need mass and momentum to get them down quickly and tie them up.

After the Junior competitors are done it is time for the adults. The first guy out, misses the calf with his throw. So, he tries again and gets it. You hear the crowd share in his disappointment. Even the announcer says “Better Luck next time” when he reads the time, which is over a full minute slower than it would have been.

You watch a few more cowboys, and then you see Rebecca. She is up next. Her dark Stetson looks so good on her as she sits astride Sandy. You almost wish she was riding you right now. You look at the curve of her ass in the saddle, and love how she looks. The buzzer sounds and the calf sprints from the chute. The only way you know the rope is around it’s neck is when it jerks to a stop. She slips off of Sandy and runs over to the calf. In no time, it’s on its side and she has its legs bound securely. She was so fast you didn’t really look at her time. She looks so sexy walking out of the ring and leading Sandy.

You are about to go and talk with her, but then you notice Sonja is next. It might be that you are horny, but you notice how well Sonja fills her jeans too, sitting on her spotted horse, Charlie you think she called him. The rope in her hand is ready and you wonder how strong her grip is. Rebecca has a powerful grip during sex, and now you suspect life as a cowgirl is the reason. You bet Sonja has a similarly strong grip. The buzzer goes off and the calf bolts from the gate.

In a flash, Sonja has it down and tied up too. “Damn she is a sexy woman.” You say in a low tone.

As you walk to the stables you think for a moment, the women don’t really want to hear how beautiful you think they are, they want to hear that you saw how fast and skillful they are. This was a competition of skill, not a beauty contest. That fact that you so badly want Rebecca to ride you as hard as she rides Sandy is just that you are turned on.

You start clapping as you get closer to the stalls. “You both are amazing.”

Rebecca has pulled the saddle off Sandy and is packing up her gear. “I’m glad you liked it. We are almost done. We just need to load up and wait to hear the judges’ results.”

“I can carry the bag back to the truck.” You volunteer.

Sonja looks over at you. “Are you sure? She’s got a lot in there.”

“Hey, just because I pack the same for solo competitions as I do for team events. Having extra on hand has saved both of us.” She says.

Sonja sets down a smaller duffel bag. “See, here’s all I’ve got.”

“Where’s your truck? I can carry it for you, if you want.” You offer. You really want to be helpful even though you know they really don’t need it.

“Next to Rebecca’s truck, you’ll see my Dodge.”

You grab her bag and sling it on your shoulder, then pick up Rebecca’s bag. It feels heavier this time, but you get under it and balance it on your other shoulder. It’s bulky but feels more balanced as you walk.

“Are you sure you’ve got it?” Rebecca asks, a tone of genuine concern in her voice.

“Yep” you grunt as you carry them to the trucks.

Keeping the heavier bag on your shoulder is the smarter way to do it, but you walk slowly to keep it balanced. When you get to the truck, you tip it onto the bed and then walk over to a Red Dodge Ram with “RDSONJA” plates and place her bag in back. In a few minutes the ladies lead their horses to their respective trailers. “You were right, Becki, he’s stronger than he looks.”

“I just want to help where I can.” You say with a smile. Rebecca puts Sandy in the trailer and then kisses you on the cheek. “Give me a hand again.” She says as she lifts the gate and secures one side. You quickly secure the other.

“Now what?” you ask.

“We should head back to the ring and wait for the winners to be announced.” Sonja says as she secures her trailer.

As the three of you walk back you put your arm around Rebecca’s waist. “Did I mention how beautiful you looked out there today?”

She puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. “No, but I love when you tell me that.”

“I thought you were watching us ride and rope.” Sonja comments.

“That too. I’m amazed at how good both of you are, but you are also very sexy and beautiful too.”

“If they’re all like him, I definitely got to get me a little guy.” Sonja says with a laugh.

Rebecca squeezes you as you walk and says “You should, but this one is mine.”

In the ring stands a man in a sheepskin jacket with a white cowboy hat, “All right ladies and gentlemen. Let’s announce today’s winners. In the Junior Break Away category we have…”

You stand between Rebecca and Sonja just watching and waiting. Each winner goes up and receives an envelope. Inside is a certificate, a ribbon, and a prize money check. 
 “How much are the checks for?” you ask.

“This is just a local competition so basically winners are earning enough to pay for gas and food. But in some of the bigger competitions the prizes can be $5,000 to $10,000.”

“Or more.” Sonja finishes. “Heck a prize roper can make a living just competing.”

“Yeah, and an Olympic athlete doesn’t need endorsement deals. Be honest. The money can be good but it’s not enough, by itself to live on.” Rebecca corrects her.

“If you won a $1,000 purse I could see what investments would give you a better return. I may not know about horses and cows, but investing is my arena.” You say with a bit of pride. Rebecca nods, having heard that from you before.

“I might take you up on that.” Sonja says with a tip of her hat.

“And Adult Female Break Away goes to Rebecca, with a time of…” You yell and cheer so loudly you don’t hear most of what the announcer is saying. She goes through the gate and receives her prize. “And the Adult Male Break Away goes to….”

As she comes back you ask “Ok, I understand the certificate, and the check, but what’s the ribbon for?”

“In reality, it goes on my wall with the certificate, but it is supposed to be worn by Sandy. If we were doing a parade from the field of all the winners, Sandy would wear the ribbon on the side of his harness. Maybe if we attend a larger event, you will see that.”

The announcements continue. You are happy when Sonja wins the Female Adult Tie Down category. “So what’s next?” you ask. Rebecca looks at her watch. “We should go back home and let Sandy enjoy his victory. Maybe mix a little treat in with is dinner.”

You feel a little confused. “Shouldn’t we go out and celebrate?”

Sonja adds, “We could meet up at ‘Big Earl’s’? It’s between both of our places. And they have Saturday Night Line Dancing. What do you say? I’ll take Charlie home and you put Sandy up, then we’ll meet for a couple of drinks and some dancing? Besides we both have prize money to spend.”

“All right. I haven’t been to Earl’s in a long while. Maybe a dance or two and some drinks to celebrate.” Rebecca agrees.

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Men Enjoying Breakfast Together

 

You feel like omelets and sausage this morning, so you are preparing the vegetables.

You have the sausages simmering as you prepare to make the omelets. As you are dicing a pepper, and slicing a tomato. I come up behind you, put my arms around your body. You feel my warm lips and stubble on the back of your neck.

I softly kiss your neck as I hug you.

“Good Morning. What are you making?”

“Omelets. Can you mix the eggs & milk?” You ask.

“Sure.” I let go of you and pour a cup of coffee. Take a sip, and then grab a mixing bowl.

I set down my cup, and then one handed, I crack and open eggs into the bowl. You grate fresh cheese as I add milk to the bowl and whisk it.

You put a skillet on the stove and heat it up. I kiss your mouth as I add peppers, tomatoes, and cheese to the mix. You reach into my shorts and stroke my hardening cock.

You let go. Wash your hand, and add butter to the hot skillet. Moving the melting butter with a spatula, it sizzles.

I move behind you and you feel my hard cock press against your ass, only separated by my shorts, and yours. I dump the mixture onto the hot skillet. I put the bowel on the counter, and slowly caress your chest as you make sure the mixture spreads evenly.

You feel the heat from the stove and the warmth of my hands as I caress you. “Suck my cock.” You tell me.

You turn so the stove is by you, with your back is against the counter.

I get on my knees. I pull down your shorts . And you feel my tongue slowly licking around the tip and then up and down your thick shaft. You flip the omelet. You hear me inhale the smell of the cooking eggs, mixed with your musky scent.

You feel my mouth slowly suck your hard cock. The tip going against the back of my throat. My tongue rubs the ridge as I take it as deeply as I can. Tasting your pre-cum. You put one hand on my head and thrust, holding it as you cum. I swallow it all.

“I need some plates.”

I get up and grab two plates and then kiss your mouth. You taste your cum on my mouth. You turn off the stove and put the omelets on each plate.

As you sit at the table, your food in front of you, sitting on the edge of your chair, with your legs spread wide.

I crawl under the table and you feel my hands softly caressing your bare thighs.

You spread some jam on the fresh toast, and enjoy the fruity smell of it as it spreads across the surface. I softly kiss inside your thigh, just above the knee.

You take a bite of the toast, feeling the crisp texture and sweet flavor in your mouth, as you feel my lips slowly kissing up the inside of your left thigh.

My hair is rubbing across the skin of your right thigh, as you take a sip of your strong coffee. You taste the dark bitter flavor of recently roasted coffee beans. The coffee is hot and rich as you sip it.

You feel me pull your hardening cock from your shorts and my warm breath between your legs. My tongue slowly goes up and down your shaft and then around your tip.

You cut into the omelet, and take a forkful to your mouth. The eggs and warm vegetables, so warm and tasty. You feel my mouth on your cock and it feels so good.

Taking your knife, you slowly cut into the sausage. It also smells so good. You take a bite of it. It’s warm smoky and spicy flavor fills your mouth.

I slowly lick around your tip again, and then take it deep into my mouth. You feel my hand grab your tightening balls.

You take another sip of your coffee, holding the cup in both hands and focusing on how good my mouth feels. You move your hips, trying to hump against my mouth.

You set down your coffee and take another bite of sausage, thinking that the salty flavor reminds you of my cock. You then reach one hand under the table and grab my hair.

I suck you deeper as you hold my face pressed against you. My nose rubs you. You focus on me, forgetting the rest of the food on your plate.

You grab my head with both hands and hump my mouth harder.

“Yes, you feel so good. I want to cum in your mouth.” The waves of pleasure build inside of you. You feel my warm wet mouth fully engulfing you as it pulses and throbs.

You try to steady your breath as you loosen your hold on me.

I crawl out from under the table, walk to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. “Is everything alright with your breakfast?” I ask with a smile.

Big Pickup at a Bar

You have been sitting at the bar and slowly enjoying your drink. It’s a local place that you drop into from time to time. This week was busy at work, so you just want to drink and relax, and maybe hook up with someone. Tonight there isn’t a live band, but there is music playing though the speakers to enjoy. Tonight, most of the music is a mix of new Country songs and old Western Swing tunes.

She walks in. She must be 6 foot tall, large and curvy, wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Walking up to the bar, she orders a drink and slowly looks around as she sips it, tapping her feet in time with the music as she sits on a bar stool.

“I wish she was looking for someone like me.” You think to yourself. You aren’t a bad looking guy, but you’re realistic about yourself too. You’re average looking, a little shorter than other men, fit and trim, but she is out of your league, though the type of woman you really like to be with.

Watching her, you see a few tall guys, walk up talk with her, and then walk away. She looks at you and smiles. You smile back, but then look around thinking that there must be someone behind you. No, there is no one near you.

Picking up your mostly empty glass you walk to her. “Hi. You are beautiful. Can I buy you a refill?” You ask, nodding towards her half empty drink. She picks it up and downs the rest. “Sure. You are the sweetest little thing.”

You finish yours and ask the bartender for two refills. An upbeat song comes though the speakers. “Do you dance?” she asks. You smile broadly. “I’m happy to.”

There are a few people already on the dance floor, so you join them. You barely come up to her shoulder, but she doesn’t seem to mind as you both move to the music.

A couple of songs later, a slower song comes on and she grabs your hand. Pulling you into her, she moves in tempo, and taking the lead. It takes a moment for you to adjust and follow, but she is patient and smiles at you as you get in step.

Her arm rests on your shoulder as she pulls you tighter into her full breasts. Your arms go around her back and one rests on her ass, which feels firm and round in her jeans.

“You know what I like about ‘Short Kings’?” she asks.

Looking up at her you respond, “No what?”

“That I can press you right into my tits and you can grab my ass, without it feeling awkward. So do you like taller women?” she continues.

“I do. I know who and what I am, and I wouldn’t change it. And if a beautiful goddess like you, enjoys the feeling of me pressed up against her, then who am I to complain?” You say with a smile.

“Do you want to go to my place or yours?” she asks, holding you firmly in her arms.

“I will follow you anywhere you want tonight, Darlin’” you say in an exaggerated western accent.

Leaving the bar, she pulls the keys from pocket and the headlights of a big pickup truck flash on. “Do you want to ride with me, or just follow?”

You nod to your economical SUV, “I’ll follow. My little car will trail your truck wherever you go.” You say with a wink and sly grin.

“All right. Then let’s go. I admire your confidence.” She says, stepping in and firing up the big diesel engine. You notice her plates say “RDOGRL”.

You follow her a few blocks and then down a road leaving town. The suburban clusters of houses give way to larger tracts and a few older farms. She turns onto a narrow road leading up to a barn and an old farm house.

You park next to her. “Is this your place?”

“Yeah. Come on in, and we can talk inside.”

The house is a traditional design with a front porch and kitchen off to the side. “You are a real cowgirl, aren’t you?” you ask looking around.

“I use to ride on the rodeo circuit with my family. When I was a girl, I trained as a barrel racer, but then I got too big and tall.” She says as she motions you to sit on the couch next to her. “Then I trained with my brothers who are bronc riders, and calf ropers.”

“I don’t really know much about the rodeo. Do you still compete?” You ask looking into her beautiful dark eyes.

She slides closer, puts an arm around you, and says, “Oh yeah. I can’t move as fast as those small little girls can barrel racing. But you should see what I can do with a rope and a running calf.” She has a hungry look in her eyes as she pulls you in and kisses you.

Her lips are warm and taste of beer and bourbon as she kisses you hard. Your hands move to unbutton her shirt and you feel the texture of her bra as it holds her large breasts. You feel her hand undoing your belt and the fly of your slacks.

She leans back for a second, pulls off her shirt and unfastens her bra. Her round, full breasts are free, and you see how hard her dark nipples are. “In the bar, you seemed to like them. What do you think about them now?”

Without a word, you lean forward, and start sucking the right one. You try to get your hands around them but they are larger than you thought.

“That’s it. Suck on my titty. Use your mouth. You little guys are good at that.” She says with a relaxed tone. You feel it get even harder in your mouth as you suck firmly. Your hand grips the left one and pulls it a bit.

“Are you a titty man?” she asks after a minute.

You stop and look up. “What I really want is to taste that wet pussy of yours.”

“All right little man, show me what you can do.” She says as she stands up, and pulls off her jeans. The gusset of her cotton panties are visibly damp. “How do you want to do this?”

“Lie back and I’ll show you.” You say as you strip off your shirt and pants. Your hard dick, visibly tenting your briefs. She strips off her panties and lies on the couch with her knees bent, and you move between her legs.

Softly, you kiss the inside of her right thigh, and slowly kiss your way towards her warm, and inviting snatch. “I like that.” She says as she reaches down and puts her hands on your head. You slow down your kissing as you get closer, and teasingly use the tip of your tongue to lick her soft smooth skin.

“Mmmm. Keep going.” She says. You look up, along her body, with her breasts partially blocking her face, and smile at her. Using the tip of your tongue you slowly lick around her moist lips, and blow a playful cooling breath across her clit. “That is soooo different. Why are you teasing me?”

Wordlessly you turn your head a bit and kiss the inside of her left thigh. Kissing and licking as you get closer to her cunt lips which now are more open and inviting. They remind you of the dewy petals of a flower in the early morning. You silently smile, and thrust your tongue deep into her. “Yes. You are good at this. That is why I like small, quiet men. They know how to eat pussy.”

Using your tongue, in a flat licking motion you lick up and down, and then around her clit. Like some other big women you have been with before, she has a large clit. Perfect for sucking. You lick your fingers and then slowly rub the tips along her pussy lips, as you lick around her clit. Then you clamp your mouth down and suck firmly as you trust your wet fingers into her hungry pussy.

She grips handfuls of your hair and moans. You continue sucking and licking her clit as you finger her faster and harder. She is breathing harder and you feel her body moving and tightening as pleasure is building in her. You thrust your fingers deep inside of her and hold them. “That’s it. Feel me filling you, my big cowgirl. Cum for me” You say and then suck her clit again.

You feel her pulsing around your fingers. Her strong thighs tighten around your head as she cums. You stop sucking her clit and lick her wet pussy, tasting her pleasure.

She slows down her breathing. “Damn. I was right about you. Now it’s my turn. Let me show you how I ride.” She has you lie down on the floor, as she stands up for a second.

She looks like an Amazon goddess. Strong and hungry to devour you. You are still hard, but leaking pre-cum against your briefs.

She gets down and crawls up your legs, pulling down your drawers. “I want that little fella, all for myself.” She says, gripping it, licking it, and taking it fully in her mouth. Her mouth is so wet and warm. If she sucks too hard, she will get a mouth full of spunk, before she can ride you. “You are so ready for me.” She says as she strokes your saliva slicked cock.

She raises up again and then squats over you, slowly lowering herself onto you. You see the strength of her thighs from years of horse riding and then feel her on you. She grips your writs and hold them tightly to the floor. “Oh yes. I am going to ride you until I am tired of you.” She says in a wicked tone. She rubs her wet pussy lips along your shaft for a second, and then feeds you into her. Her pussy is so wet and warm around your hard cock, you know you won’t last long.

She starts bouncing up and down, taking more of you into her each time she comes down. Once you are all the way in, she grips your wrists harder and rocks back and forth. When she moves forward, she grinds her clit against your pubic patch, a feeling you love. She is breathing harder again, as are you.

Her nipples rub against your chest and almost hit your mouth. You try to move your hands to grab her nipples, but she holds your wrists firmly in place. Knowing that you really are pinned, there is a feeling a excitement added to the lust. You know this woman can and will use you any way she wants. This feels so good.

Your hard dick erupts inside of her, but she is focused on her pleasure and doesn’t care. She keeps grinding her clit and moving back and forth. She is going to orgasm again too.

You feel her pulsing and tightening around you. Even though you shot your load, the slick feeling of your mixed juices on your shaft feels so good. You wish you could cum again.

She stops and releases you. Your softening dick slides from her, all shiny with cum.

“So how was that?” she asks standing up and pulling you to your feet.

“That is why I love large women. The appreciate the pleasure given by a little guy.” You say as you pull her head down to you and kiss her.

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Return to the Barn

 

The Barn (The Previous Story)

We have been caring for our friend’s small farm for the week. Yesterday, we played in the barn, where I showed you how to use the ropes and pulleys. You enjoyed when I secured you and pleasured you. You enjoyed that feeling of loss of control as I used you and gave you an orgasm.

This morning, after we finished our chores, you called me into the barn again. As I enter, I see you uncoiling ropes and setting up the pulleys.

“Babe, Would you like to see if I remember what you showed me?” you ask.

I smile, walk up, and kiss you. “Do you think you can do it?” I respond.

“The weather is nice, our chores are done, and we have another day until they return. I think if I don’t try, I won’t have another chance.”

I nod and smile as I quickly look over the ropes you have laid out. “Okay. What is the first thing you want to do to me?” I ask in a tone like an instructor.

You think for a second.

“Take off all of your clothing. I don’t want to have to cut anything off.”

I look at the open barn door and stall window. “Are you sure you want to leave them open?” I ask, still smiling.

You look around. “Yeah, the wind is light and we aren’t expecting anyone, so let’s do this with natural light.”

I nod and get undressed. “Sounds good to me.”

Once I am naked, you walk over with a bunch of bandanas in your hand. “We place these against your skin to keep you from getting rope burns.” You say as if reciting steps to a task.

I nod and hold out my wrists. You wrap the cotton bandanas around each wrist and each ankle. “Now what?” I ask.

You move me to the center of the stall and start with the overhead lines. Connecting the right one first and then the left. “Now I need to pull with a steady motion and secure the line.” You say as you do the left rope, secure it, and then do the right. “A steady and smooth motion.” You say pulling the right.

“Good. Now what?” I ask.

You walk over, and tie around each ankle. You look up at my hardening dick. “So you like the idea of being tied up, and exposed, where anyone can see?” you comment.

“Maybe I am just an exhibitionist at heart?”

Before you respond, you pull the right rope, “Smooth and steady.” Secure it, and then the left one. You walk up behind me and whisper in my ear. “How does it feel? Do you trust me?”

“I always trust you my love.” I say.

“Good.” Then you cover my eyes with a bandana.

“I want you to stay like that for a moment. Hanging there. So anyone can see and anyone could do what they want to you.” You whisper then kiss my cheek.

I remember how I teased you and think “Fair is fair”.

You remembered the box of ‘toys’ you found in the barn. I hear the sound of the plastic tub being opened. Inside is a riding crop, a paddle, and a small whip. You lay each item on the lid and use it like a tray to carry them over. Setting it down on the floor behind me, you look up at my ass. You wonder how sexy it would be to use a dildo on me as I am helpless.

“Stay right there. I will be back.” You whisper in my ear.

“What? Really? I was just joking. You can let me go now.” I respond with a sense of nervousness in my voice.

“I wouldn’t yell if I was you. You might attract someone’s attention, and you look so sexy like that. All vulnerable and ready to be used.” You say in a seductive tone. Even though I have a nervous sound in my voice, you notice that my cock is fully hard.

You go inside the house, go upstairs and grab a bottle of lube, a towel, and one of your dildos. A smaller one but one that is very lifelike. It is smaller than me, and perfect for using in your ass when you want to every hole filled, so the perfect thing to tease and fuck my ass.

When you return to the barn, you see me still there. Not quite as hard as I was but still unable to do anything but wait. You walk up behind me again. “Do you trust me?” you whisper in a seductive purr.

“What?” the nervous tone still in my voice.

“Do You Trust Me?” You ask again, a little louder and stressing each word.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” I respond with a bit of a quiver in my voice still.

You take the riding crop and slowly rub up and down my ass. “I don’t think you do.” You say in a sing song tone. You walk to my front, still rubbing the firm crop against my skin. “I think I should punish you for lying to me.” You say in an almost childish voice.

“I’m not lying. You have all the power. I trust you fully.” I say a little more confidently.

“I do have all the power.” You say with a wicked smile. “Have I ever told you how sexy I find your body? Your manly muscles, hard cock, and tight ass?”

“Not really.” I say.

“And you have a talented mouth too. I want you to use it.”

“How?” I ask

You smack my ass with the riding crop. “You said I have the power. No questions. You only answer when I ask you a question.” You smack my ass again. “Do you understand?”

“Yes my love.” I say. With my eyes blindfolded I don’t really know what you are preparing to do.

You hold the tip of dildo to my lips. “I want you to show me how well you use your mouth. Open it and suck this.”

“What?” I ask in a surprised tone.

You use the crop on my ass again. “I didn’t ask you a question. Do as I command.”

Placing the tip into my mouth you, work it in and out. We hadn’t played like this before so you are careful not to push it in too deep.

You watch as my mouth sucks and licks your faux prick. Not as good as you do, but not too bad for a straight man. As I suck and lick, you see that my cock is hard again. “I’m surprised to see that you are enjoying that more than I thought. Good Boy.”

With is still in my mouth, you set down the crop and take the bottle of lube, dripping some in my ass crack.

“Wha?” I try to ask with the dildo still in my mouth.

You smack my ass cheek with your bare hand. “No speaking.” Slowly you rub the lube over my cheeks, the bright pink hand-print standing out from the smaller marks from the riding crop. You like the feeling of the firm muscles of my ass.

The feel of my glutes has you tingling too. The week of farm work has done good for both of us as far as exercise.

After slowly rubbing the lube across my cheeks, you add more and move up and down along my crack. I softly moan around the dildo in my mouth. That sound turns you on a bit.

“You like that do you?” then you rub some lube on my hard cock. Lightly stroking the lube along my hard shaft, you whisper in my ear, “You really are enjoying this. You are so hard. Are you ready to cum for me?”

I nod. You pull the dildo from my mouth and add lube to it. “Mmmmm now this is good and slick. Just like I like it.” Your own pussy is damp.

You slowly move it up and down my ass crack, and almost wish you were using on yourself. You continue very lightly stroking my wet cock as my balls are tight and I twitch in anticipation.

“Tell me how much you want to cum.” You whisper in your sexiest tone.

The fear has left my voice. It has been replaced with desire and need. “I want to cum for you. My jizz is all yours.” I say.

“Yes it is.” You say and work the head of your dildo into my tight hole. “Be a good boy and relax. Don’t cum too quickly for me or I might have to paddle you.”

I exhale and try to relax. It is difficult with my arms and ankles secured, but I take some shallow breaths as you slowly twist and thrust your toy into me.

My cock is so hard in your other hand. 
 “I always heard that a guy will shoot harder and farther when he gets fucked in the ass. Or is that just a fairy tale told by gay guys to straight women to make us jealous?” You say in a playful tone as you continue working your dildo in and out, going deeper each thrust.

“Oh, God…., I want to…… cum inside you…… so badly.” I say panting a bit.

Your other hand more forcefully grips my cock and you stroke it faster. It is slick with pre-cum and lube. You lick your lips seductively, wanting it for yourself. “Mmmmm It is tempting to take you in my mouth,” you purr, “but I want to see how you far you shoot.”

With that you push the dildo all the way in as you stroke my cock faster. I pulse in your hand and I clench my ass.

“Oh God!” I say more loudly than you expect. My semen shoots out and onto the barn floor. Thick, long, ropes of it.

“Damn, my love. I think you came harder than you planned.” You comment as you wipe your hand on my chest, and pull the dildo from my ass, setting it down on the tray lid.

You then untie my wrists and ankles, and hand me the towel. “I thought you might need that to clean up, afterwards.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you didn’t use one of your larger toys on me. I don’t think my ass is ready for it.” I comment as I get dressed.

“Is that a challenge, my love? I am happy to tie you up and do more of this later on.” You say, putting the items back in the box, and wrapping the dildo in the towel, so you can wash it in the house.

Now that I am dressed, I coil the ropes and put them away. “No challenge. Just an observation, Dear. Maybe if you want to play with my ass more, we do it in our bedroom, first.”

You walk over and kiss me. “Deal. The thought of doing this again has me wet. Let’s go inside and you can see how much I enjoyed this too.”

“Okay. Give me a second to wipe up my splooge. I would hate to have to explain that stain on the floor when they return.”

“Good idea, see you inside.” You say walking away.

“Though I wonder if they have used it like we have? Who and how often?” you ask yourself with a sly grin.

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