Cowgirl Erotica Collection (5 page)

"My feet, naturally", she said with a
vibrant smile, lifting up her black leather boot backwards to
him.

"You must have some pretty high
endurance as that is at least ten miles from here to town. Come on
inside...uh, what did ya say your name was honey?"

"Maya" she said as she walked in
behind him. The smell of cookie dough assailed her nose as the door
swung closed behind her.

"Sorry about the heat in here. It does
that when I get the stove going. Gotta finish off the last batch of
cookie dough before the reverend arrives to take them for the
congregation."

They both sat down on a wide, circular
leather sofa fit for expensive guests. He lit up a cigar and then
crossed his ankle over his chapped knee.

"Have a seat and then we'll get onto
it then. What I reckon I really need is someone who can follow
directions to the hilt. I don't intend to hire someone who can't.
As far as the duties go, make sure the horses are fed, brushed,
ridden and check their feet every day. Other stuff like mending
fences you may have to do a bit, but that mostly gets done by Luke,
my right hand man. Every now and then he might ask for someone to
hold the nail for him while he teases you, but nothin' too
strenuous. So where are you from?" he asked.

Maya confessed every minute detail of
her life to Marc that she could think of, going back ten years. She
pulled out some black and white photos of her mother and father
from her satchel and showed them to him. Then she relayed where she
went to school, her love of cooking Creole recipes, and her habit
of biting her nails around cats. She strained to think of all her
previous positions that could put her in the best possible light.
Unfortunately none of them were ranchers out in the middle of
nowhere. Marc stood awestruck at the amount of exquisite detail she
went into, covering everything she could think of that had happened
to her, as if she was on some witness stand in front of a jury.
Then Marc asked the one question that she had hoped with all her
Indian heart he wouldn't ask.

"Have you ever been arrested?" he
asked point blank.

Maya's heart not only skipped a beat,
it made an audible fluttering sound that mimicked the flapping of a
blue jay's wings. She was certain the half-second she hesitated in
starting to speak was a half-second that encouraged
suspicion.

She opened her mouth to speak and a
blond-haired, fair skinned work of country art walked through the
double doors of the back patio and paused to lock eyes with Maya
sitting across from Marc.

"Ah so you're the new hire I see" he
stated presumably.

"Uh, we haven't quite got to that part
yet" Marc said.

"Well how far did ya get? Far enough I
bet. Has he asked if you were arrested yet?" he smiled as he poised
the question. Before she could answer, he started speaking
again.

"I'm Luke just so you know" he said as
he reached across the couch and offered his dirty gloved
hand.

"Oh, sorry about that!" he said
immediately taking off his filthy glove. She grasped his hand in
hers. His fingers donated a few fingernail-sized feathers from the
glove to her hand.

"Uh, Luke, do you mind? I'm trying to
interview her...please?" Marc said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh I don't mind" he said smiling at
her as he sat down next to Marc.

"I apologize for the interruption that
Luke so eloquently bestowed upon us. He was dropped on his head as
a kid and hasn't been able to keep his prattling mouth shut since"
Marc said in a deadpan, surgeon's tone.

Luke looked over at Marc and then back
at Maya and leaned toward her while cupping his hands, and
whispered "Whatever happens, don't answer that question about being
arrested otherwise he'll never shut his mouth about it!" he said
half-grinning.

"Lemme guess. Luke just warned you not
to answer my question about bein' arrested."

Maya nodded and tried not to chuckle.
It was obvious that Luke and Marc had known each other for eons.
They seemed like old friends, perhaps even brothers in some sporty
fashion. She tried not to notice Luke's purposely unsubtle interest
in her. She had had lots of practice from similar
interviews.

"Well...." Marc said in as Sherlockian
way as possible

"I think we'll just skip that question
since Luke had to go and ruin it for me. Didn't you Luke" he
said.

Luke padded Marc on the shoulder and
then walked outside.

"I'm curious, what tribe are you?" he
asked pointedly.

"Cherokee" she said
empathically.

Maya's face was easy to recognize as Native American, but
hard to figure out exactly what part of the States she was from.
Regardless, she was breathtakingly attractive, and she knew it.
Even in her abject poverty, her black hair jetted down to her
breasts in eloquent fashion and didn't have the spiraling braids so
many Native American girls flaunted.
Too much work to
maintain
,
she thought. She looked just as gorgeous without them. However she
knew her sex drive was infinitely more potent than that of other
girls her age, and one that had gotten her into more flurries of
jealousy than she cared to admit. She wrestled internally to keep
her sexual savageness caged while Luke was in the room.

"Well, I think I'll just skip the
arrest talk since you don't look like you could harm a fly" Eric
said as he got up to show her to her quarters. The next hour was
filled with to the brim with the do's and don'ts of running a farm
full of intelligent creatures too comfortable to know how great
they had it. She hoped she had more common sense than the
cattle.

Chapter
2: Needle in a Haystack

Maya awoke from her sleep to a
slightly moist pillow. It was unbearably humid in her room which
seemed as cool as an underground cave just several hours before.
She couldn't fathom why Marc's obsessive cookie-baking project had
to have such dire side effects. Great smell, great taste, lousy for
her supple skin. She bounced up from the bed wiping away the sweat
and slipped into her tight jeans with the loosest shirt she had.
She opened her bedroom door and like the day before, the smell of
cookies assailed her nostrils. This time however they were some
concocted mixture of cinnamon and honey that flowed just beneath.
She walked outside and towards the barn where the stable horses
were kept, trying to remember her list of things Eric had told her
to do.

Two spotty horses gawked at her
strangely and gulped the air with their runny nostrils, trying in
vain to capture any wispy scent from her. On the opposite side of
them stood Luke who, without a shirt, looked Herculean, with bits
of straw clinging to his hairless back. Maya tiptoed closer and
watched him jam his pitchfork into the hay and fling it across the
barn like a train engineer shoveling coal into the fire. She stared
down at his gorgeous ass, not wanting to interrupt the sweaty
rhythm which was mesmerizing to her. She stood motionless, watching
the muscles in his back ripple and coalesce down his spine. He
could have easily been the top contender for the test of strength
at the county fair, or any other fair for that matter. Everything
about his glistening skin waxed perfection to her, right down to
his toes. She felt herself get moist the longer she looked at him,
but still resisted the urge to say anything while his back was
turned to her.

"
What an absolutely fine ass he has. I bet it tastes
like...
" she
started to think.

A horsefly landed on the side of his
chin and daggered his skin before flying off.

"
Shit
!" he muttered as he swatted it away. He took out a small
hand-sized mirror from his back pocket and held it up to his face,
still faced away from Maya. A moment later he spied her spying him
through the reflection and turned around, rubbing the back of his
neck.

"Whoa, how long have you been standin
there? he said trying to sound funny and not doing a very good job
of it. It was clear to Maya he was just a hair intimidated by her
subtle presence.

"Sorry, I was just trying to think of
a perfect way to say hi. I'm really lousy at introductions." she
said.

"Well we already been introduced, so
no need for any more of em, huh?" he said as he rubbed the sore
spot where the horsefly had stabbed him.

"Damn these things, they are the most
ungodly vermin. Just big enough to take a chunk out of your skin
and yet fast enough to hit and run." he continued.

Maya laughed and walked over to
him.

"Hit and run...that's a nice visual
image. Let me take a look at that bite." she said as she moved
closer to him. She reached up to his face and took him in her hands
as she inspected his chin.

"Doesn't look quite as bad as I
thought." she murmured. She took out a clean handkerchief from her
pocket and licked it, then dabbed a bit on the spot. She reached
down with her other hand and rested it on his jeaned
leg.

"I didn't think it was that bad but,
maybe you should look closer" he suggested.

Her breath smelled lustful, he
thought. She followed the gaze of his eyes that started from her
legs and traveled up to her breasts. Maya leaned in and kissed the
spot where the fly had landed. A loud thumping could be heard
though she wasn't sure if it was his heartbeat or the horse in the
stall. She glanced down and noticed his rock-hard erection that
pushed at his tight jeans.

She leaned in and whispered, "You just
tell me when you want me to stop".

"Stop what...we haven't done a thing"
he added. "And anyway it ain't like I am thirteen you know". She
lifted her hand to his side burn and brushed her fingers through
it.

"You're right...we haven't done
anything...yet. But I bet you were the finest thirteen year old in
your class" she said as she squeezed his leg. He sat paralyzed
against the stack of hay as she continued her caressing
seduction.

"I think you should definitely have
that wound attended to. Didn't anyone ever teach you to mend your
wounds?" she said, bouncing her eyes between his sore spot and his
rock hard cock that ached to get escape his jeans.

"I think you're right ma'am. Don't
want any uh, medical complications now do we" he said as she
reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling her hand up and
down.

A pulse of sexual friction traveled up
both his legs.

"Here, your friend needs some air.
Don't want to suffocate him do we?" Maya stated.

He leaned in and kissed her
forcefully, savoring the faint scent of cinnamon residue
that

emanated from her neck.

"You smell like cinnamon cookies..."
Luke mumbled. Maya raised her finger to his lips.

"Shhhh..." she said as she unzipped
his jeans. His cock popped out like a wine cork.

She immediately reached in and cupped
her hand around his balls and sucked on the tip of his cock, then
wiggled his jeans down to his ankles. She gave him a devilish look
with both eyes locked onto his and then forced his cock into her
mouth and down her throat, spitting up saliva onto him while he
looked down at her. She made eye contact with him again as she
sucked away, then paused to spit up more of her saliva. It grew him
ever rock harder as the head of his cock swelled under her hot
breath. Round and round her tongue went against the head of his
cock, her eyes never leaving his as she reached into her pants and
started massaging her sopping pussy. She fingered her erect clit as
furiously as she sucked him, letting out a gentle moan that hummed
along the crest of his cock.

Luke let out an audible gasp for
breath as she furiously deep throated his cock into her like a
woman just free from a ten year prison sentence. She then took the
hand she had stuck into her pussy and reached around to feel up his
ass. She pushed the tip of her moist finger into to probe him while
she continued throbbing her head around in frenzied motion. She
then looked up into his eyes as his cock curved into her slushy
cheek. She giggled as she looked up at him.

She stuck her tongue out all the way
against his dick, slapping the tip to her tongue in rogue fashion,
then looked into his penetrating eyes.

"Slap it against my face" she said, as
her tongue swirled around his aching cock.

He took his cock out and smacked her
across the face with it, splashing precum that inked towards her
eyes.

Luke grabbed the back of her head and
plowed into her throat, sticking down as deep as he could as she
spurted up her spit around her lips. She made slurping noises in
between gags of his hard and meaty thrusts. She lifted up her
shirt, popping out her tanned perfect breasts and wiggled them side
to side in between suck offs of his throbbing cock. Then she rubbed
the nipples of her breast inside the hole of his cock and sucked
for another furious minute and a half, looking up at him
constantly.

"Bend over and let me see that
gorgeous ass" he ordered. Her eyes lit up and she frantically
dropped her jeans and bent over, spreading her creamy ass cheeks.
Her asshole winked up at him.