Page 59 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

She clambers up eagerly, but before she can bury my cock, I change my mind and pull her hips back towards my face. She lets out a gasp and I laugh before I land two cracks on her ass, in awe at the way her skin ripples with the force.

“Be my good girl and grind your pussy against my face while you suffocate on my cock.” I pull her down flush and she moans as my tongue meets her dripping cunt. The combination of the simultaneous satisfaction has us both teetering near the edge of oblivion.

My fingers reach up to graze her tight little asshole and she jerks forward, my dick farther down her throat. “Can I fuck you here, Princess?” With the slightest pressure, I circle her hole. Her answering plea is her pushing back against my finger. “Yeah, I think you like that. You’re a dirty fuckin’ girl aren’t you? All pretty and smart, meanwhile you’re begging me to fuck your ass. Maybe that’s what I’ll give you for graduation, stuff my cock in your tight asshole.”

Reluctantly, I pull my other hand from her lethal hips, fingers slipping against her swollen clit. “Shit, maybe I’ll bend you over right in your cap and gown before you walk the stage. What a sight you’d be—leaking my cum as you get your diploma and shake hands with those stiff collegiate fucks. They’d have no clue the respectable student takes cock like a pro and loves when I fuck her like the slutty animal she is.”

I’m lost in bliss and I realize Dahlia is coming as she pulls off my cock and pushes back into my face harder, letting out a scream. My dick is pulsing with need and I can’t take it anymore, I lift her with ease, depositing her on my lap as she frantically grinds against my cock, slicking us both.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” she chants.

The hands of the woman I love reach between us and she lines us up before she drops down, swallowing my shaft whole. Her ass bounces with each thrust and she leans forward bracing on her forearms. She moves her ass in a hypnotizing swirl before she starts jiggling each cheek independently, a move I’ve seen her do during burlesque.

“Putting on a show for me?” The way she clenches around me clues me into how much she enjoys my deprecating tone. I stuff my fingers in my mouth and reach forward entering her asshole slowly. Her twerking slows and she looks at me over her shoulder, hair wild, pupils blown. Dahlia looks like art. Fuck, I want to draw her like this. “Baby, let me take a picture of you like this. I want to draw this, I want to remember the way your slutty holes look filled with me.”

The answering flood of wetness around my length has me reaching for my phone to aim it at the filthy scene before me. I’ll have to keep this kink in mind for the future, how hot it’d be to film us fucking.

Snapping a few photos, I toss my phone to the side and fuck up into her. Dahlia bounces up and down like a fuck toy and I want to come so bad.

I grip her hips so hard I’m sure she’ll bruise. I’ll have to kiss it better later because right now, I’m a man possessed. The ecstasy coursing through my veins has my hips pumping harder until I come with a shout, filling her tight pussy with my load.

“Take it. Take my fucking cum. Fuck, I love you, my perfect slutty girl. Mmmmmfuck.” She pushes down hard and it feels like I’m about to come more as she grinds against me hard, sending herself into another intense orgasm. When she comes back to reality, she gingerly pulls off of me, looking back to see as the mix of our arousal pools down my softening dick.

“I want another picture, baby.” I’m confused as she hands me my phone from where it landed at the bottom of the bed. She kneels between my legs, grabbing my cock, licking me clean. “Take a picture. So you can remember how I cleaned you up, how I took care of this fat cock after it filled me.”Holy mother of god.Every ounce of blood in my body has rushed south as I stiffen beneath her hand. “I just want to suck you. The feeling of you against my tongue—I can’t get enough, Wes.”

My eyes roll back in my head as she strokes my length, suckling at my tip. Fuck. Is it even possible to come again this quickly? “Damn, I’m afraid I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I groan, eyes screwed shut.

Her tight grip and gentle licks have my orgasm building again and I take the picture before throwing my phone elsewhere. I’m ready to mourn the loss of her tongue, when she moves to my sack. Trailing along my aching balls, she strokes my cock hard and fast. I let out a whimper, a genuine whimper, when my orgasm hits. My cum coats Dahlia’s fist and face as she jerks me towards her, spraying on her cheeks and puffy lips. A satisfied smile is painted on as she starts to giggle.

Yeah, definitely in heaven alright.

FORTY-SIX

horses, healing, and harassment

Dahlia

As it turns out,getting fucked while being called a dirty slut is an excellent way to start the morning.

Wes and I take a shower where we both agree to keep strictly hands off, but he does wash my hair and spends some extra time soaping my breasts—to make sure they’re clean, of course!

The post-sex glow has me gliding through the house to find Daphne horizontal on the couch with her headphones on. Not wanting to scare her, I wave my arms around like mad to get her attention. She still jumps six feet in the air as if I was Michael Myers himself.

“Shit! Warn a bitch, damn. You scared the hell out of me,” she yells. I’m laughing as I flop onto the couch next to her.

“In my defense, I did try to get your attention. What are you listening to?”

She flashes me her phone, the song—“Divine Feminine” by Fata Morgana. “My favorite.”

“So, all that talk about moving and the program getting started here, huh?” she hedges.

“Yeah, I guess so. Crazy to think it’s all happening so fast now. How do you feel about all this?”

Her eyes are looking anywhere but my face as she thinks. “I’m happy for you.”

“But…?”

“But nothing. I’m very happy for you. All your hard work is coming to reality, it’s fucking exciting. I’m so proud of you, it couldn’t be happening to a better person,” she says with a soft smile.