Page 52 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

“All those people chanting your name, but at the end of the night, mine is the only one you’ll scream,” I murmur into her flesh. Dahlia shifts on her feet, attempting to rub her thighs together, so I stop my movements before grabbing her thighs to stop her. “Dahlia, baby, you’re awfully fidgety. What’s wrong?” I tease. I know damn well what’s wrong and I’m more than happy to fix it after I have my fun.

“I’m wet, so fucking wet. I don’t know how I’m gonna make it home like this.” She pouts and trails her hands down my chest. “Can you help me, Wes?”

Pretending to ponder her request, I make a point to take my time answering as I slowly move us towards the vanity in the corner of the room. “Begging suits you, Princess.” I drag my palm across her belly before coming to stop behind her. She looks over her shoulder at me and I gingerly brush her hair over shoulder. “Bend over and show me your pretty pussy.”

She sighs dreamily before doing exactly as I asked, forearms braced on the small table. The vanity lights cast her in a warm glow and she gasps when she realizes she’s damn near pressed up against the mirror.

My rough hands trail down her spine and when she attempts to wriggle against me, I slow to a near stop. “Aw, what baby? You want me to hurry this along?”

Dahlia nods frantically as she stares at me in the mirror. The surprised expression on her face when I land two sharp smacks to her ass will be burned into my brain for eternity. “I’m not inany hurry, Dahlia. You can come when I say. All you need to do is sit here and let me see those pretty holes.” I trail a finger down between her ass cheeks as she hisses with pleasure, trying to push back into me. I tsk at her seeking me out. “Good sluts wait to come, my love. Do you think you can do that or are you too horny to follow directions?”

This subtle domination is a heady feeling and I love the way she looks at me all dreamy as she whispers, “Okay”. I lean over her pressing kisses along her shoulder blades before I whisper in her ear, “Doing okay, baby? Tell me to stop and I will.” I know she gets off on me talking tough and degrading her, but I need to make sure she’s still the one in control here.

“Please don’t stop. I want to be good for you. I want you to use me.”

I groan before I allow myself the brief respite of pushing my jean covered erection into her ass. “Tell me what to do, Wes, I’ll do whatever you want.” She’s lost in bliss as she pleads. I sink to my knees behind her, spreading her ass before I spit onto her puffy, pink pussy.

Dahlia continues her horny writhing and I decide to show her kindness by pushing my face into her backside, uncaring about the costume makeup marking both of us now. I breathe deeply losing myself in her scent, so distinctively Dahlia—beautiful woman and pussy. I lavish her with my tongue as she tries to spread her legs further apart, but I hold her tight to me. My tongue fucks in and out of her as she continues to reward me with her sweet cum.

“Fuck, Princess. I could die a happy man being suffocated by your slutty cunt. Can you take more?” I give one long lick before plunging two fingers into her slick pussy. When I curve them to caress her G-spot, I rub her clit in tight circles until she plunges into ecstasy. Her body shakes as she comes so beautifully right in front of me.

“Mmmmmm.” A muffled scream comes and I look up to see she has two of her own fingers in her mouth.

A dark chuckle comes out of me as I pull away watching her clench around nothing. She looks at me in the mirror with a devilish gleam in her eyes. While she’s distractedly sucking at her fingers, I fist her hair and pull her up to me. “See, baby. You’re begging to be filled in every hole. Your body needs my cock, let me feed it to you.”

She moves against me willingly and I use the position to press my lips to hers. Dahlia moans into the kiss and I take advantage of her open mouth, sliding my tongue along hers. My hand dances up her chest before settling at the base of her throat, locked in this moment with her. When my cock can’t stand it any longer, I walk us backwards to the plush chair in the center of the room.

“I wanna try something. Get on your knees and stuff my dick between your tits, beautiful.” With a nod to her, she unbuckles my pants and shimmies them down my legs. Her juicy breasts envelop my cock as she looks at me eagerly, awaiting direction.

“Do you think you can suck me off while I fuck your titties?”

Dahlia’s eyes brighten like stars. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes.” She ducks her head to take my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before she hollows her cheeks and takes me deep. I can’t stop the moans coming out of me at the feeling of her tight throat. Once she’s satisfied my dick is wet enough, she moves to hold her boobs together as I begin thrusting.

“Tilt your head down baby, just like—fuck, just like that.” I’m losing the ability to speak at this point. The combination of her hot mouth and the softness of her plush chest have me seconds away from blowing all over her. She looks up at me, doe-eyed with wet lashes and I’m ready to start screaming I love her and ask if she’ll move in with me.What the fuck?

While she’s choking on my cock is probably not the best time to profess my undying love for her, so I have to bite down to avoid scaring the fuck out of her.

It almost feels like she’s thinking the same thing, wearing the same blissed out blush as I watch her pull off my cock and continue jerking me off with her tits. When she sticks her tongue out, each thrust brushes my sensitive tip and I know I can’t hold out much longer.

“Do you want to come for me, Wes?” she asks, her voice breathy. “Come on baby, paint me a pretty necklace.” My cock starts to throb and before I even realize her words have sent me into an unrelenting orgasm. Cum pours out of me in heavy spurts, decorating her chest and running down the valley of her breasts. When she takes my sensitive head and drags it across the cum coating her nipples, I’m a goner.

“Fuck, Dahlia. You’re everything. Do you know that? Goddamn, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

“Easy to say when I’m covered in your cum, Cowboy.” She makes the offhand comment as she turns away to clean up, but I’m quick to grab her hand stopping her.

“Easy to say because it’s true. You mean everything to me, Dahlia. It’s not a heat of the moment thing for me.” The sudden emotional shift has me worried she’s second-guessing things, but she gives me a smile. I can only hope she’ll stay the course with me.

FORTY

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Dahlia

Halloweekend was a hit like always,and the high of performing and being wrapped up in Wes carries me over the next week. An email comes through from Mental Health Marvels and I immediately panic. This email is make or break and I won’t survive letting Wes or his family down.

Before I realize it, ten minutes have passed with me lying frozen in my bed. I had been loafing around since it’s been a quiet day on my own, with Daphne being at Purple Rage. The loafing has come to a screeching halt as the worst case scenario for every outcome crosses my mind. The one thing they have in common? They’re all my fault.

The sheer amount of terror in my body is that of a person being hunted for sport, not a person who received an important email while lying in bed. One of the most frustrating parts of my anxiety is the paralysis, the inability to function. I just shut down. There’s a simple solution to my current worry—open theemail. Hell, I could call Wes. I could call Wes, open the email, and put my worries to rest. Yet, I’m lying here tears streaming down my face over a possibility that hasn’t happened yet.