Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (9 page)

"You're killing me. You know that, right?" He asked huskily.

"Am I? But I thought you liked to play." She said with mock innocence.

He growled and closed his eyes tightly, as if the sight and sensation of her was too much for him to withstand at the same time.

Suspecting that he was reciting baseball scores in his head, or possibly imagining his grandma naked to keep from losing control, Kayla took mercy on him and removed her hands from his impressive erection. She admired that hard column of flesh for a moment, watching how it stood so proudly, nearly touching his navel with the engorged head. Fishing the condom from his pocket, she ripped open the foil package with her teeth and deftly smoothed it down his shaft.

She was tempted to immediately impale herself on his tempting rod, but instead she slid forward until her chest was flush against his, and his erection was nestled against her stomach and warm pussy. She kissed him then. Just touched her lips to his in a teasing caress, and then moved to the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and she began rubbing her breasts against the hair on his lower chest.

Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra and threw it on the floor. Finally, she was completely naked before him and it felt wonderful. Her nipples were pale pink and felt heavy and sensitive from abrading them against him. She pinched them to make them contract into tiny buds and almost laughed at his intense expression as he watched her play with her breasts.

Raising up on her knees, she cupped one of them in her hand, and brought it up toward his lips. With the other hand, she grasped his hair and brought his head down toward her chest. "You've been very patient, so I'm going to let you kiss my breasts now. Would you like that?"

He nodded, and blew warm air against her taut flesh. Opening his mouth, his tongue flicked out and swirled around the crest. Not content to just taste it, he surged forward, and drew the entire tip into his mouth hungrily, feasting on her breast with his lips and tongue. When she didn't draw away, he began sucking rhythmically on her nipple, trying to fit as much of her mound in his mouth as possible.

She palmed her other breast and pulled on the nipple in rhythm with the motion of his mouth. She felt that tugging sensation deep, deep within the core of her body, and a gush of moisture gathered between her thighs, coating his erection where it stood just below the entrance to her body.

Not able to wait a second more, she let go of her breast and his hair and braced herself against his shoulders as she slowly began to sink down on his hard cock. She opened her mouth and sighed as she felt him begin to stretch her tight sheath. He was too big to take all at once so she hovered with just the head breaching her for a moment. And then she rose up on her knees again and allowed him to almost slide out of her. She fucked him like that for several strokes, just allowing an inch or two of his erection to shallowly enter her, and then retreating.

"Please. Katie. I'm begging you. I'm going to lose my everlovin' mind if you don't take all of me. Right now." He surged his hips upward just as she sunk down on him and it was done. He was finally inside her sweet pussy.

Slowly, she began riding him. Tightening her muscles around him as she slid up and down his shaft in an easy, relaxed rhythm that made sparks ignite behind her eyes and little mewling cries escape her open mouth.

Not content to be just ridden, Nick began flexing his hips at a less leisurely pace, urging her on and making her breasts bounce against his face. Her small gasps turned to cries as she ground herself against the base of his thick erection. Knowing she was too far gone to notice, he took his chance and loosened his wrists from the strip of lace holding him captive. He brought his hands down to her hips where he anchored her against him so he could get the leverage he needed to sink every last inch of his cock into her slick passage.

When he was finally embedded in as far as he could go, he circled his hips and gained another inch. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” He growled against her neck. "God. I love it. Do you want more?"

She nodded, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes. Give it to me. Please, Nick."

Nick grabbed her by the buttocks and slid off the bale of hay and onto his knees on the hay-covered floor. Placing her gently on her back, he wrapped her thighs around his sides and covered her body with his. She crossed her ankles in the small of his back and held on tightly as he began pumping his hips in the driving rhythm they both needed. Their cries echoed off the stable walls and startled the horses as they built quickly towards orgasm.

Kayla climaxed first. She tightened her thighs around him, milking him with her inner muscles as the tremors convulsed through her.

That was all Nick needed. He plowed her like a beast and bellowed out her name as he thrust deeply one last time and was finally still.
 

It wasn't under hours later that she realized that he hadn't called her Katie when he came. He'd called her Kayla.

She woke alone and naked in the hay with just a blanket carefully tucked around her. She should have felt used, empty and a little cheap. But instead she felt liberated. And extremely sated. Her body was still vibrating with pleasure, even an hour after her final intense release. She'd never experienced sex like that before. It had been primal, almost animalistic the way he had just taken her at the end. It gave her gooseflesh just thinking about it. She felt claimed somehow. Like her body would never quite belong entirely to just her ever again.

She knew she was being ridiculous. She was usually a very practical woman. She was just having an emotional reaction to so much excellent sex after an extended dry spell. It was natural to imagine a connection that wasn't really there. Instead of beating herself up for it she was going to enjoy it. She had felt something for a man. Something deep. And for her, this was progress. If she could feel something for him, perhaps there was someone else out there who could make her come alive. Someone other than a very talented prostitute.
 

Sitting up, she looked around and noticed that her skirt, shirt, wig, mask and bra were draped over the bale of hay in the corner. Wow. She must have passed out not to notice him gathering up her clothing. No sign of her panties though. She stood up and felt a twinge of discomfort between her legs. It was a good pain. It reminded her of how deeply he had filled her and how much she had loved being on the receiving end of all that unrestrained passion.
 

She got dressed, smiling to herself as she thought of the way she'd teased and tormented him. How was she going to go back to one night stands with random strangers after this? She was ruined. As for her original fixation, she hadn't thought of Jake since she'd seen Nick's rugged face. It was good to be free of that obsession. Before this afternoon, she had thought watching a man masturbate would be the height of eroticism. Now that fantasy seemed quite tame compared to the x-rated thoughts that were running through her head. Mostly centered on what she would do to that cowboy if she had the chance again.

It felt a little odd to be walking around without panties, but this new sensual Kayla ignored her discomfort. She could walk around with her bush flying in the breeze if she felt like it. At least until she could get to a mall and buy some new panties.

Leaving the stall, she stopped and looked around at the setting of her recent debauchery. It looked so normal. The stable door was now open. In the bright light streaming in she saw that all the items he'd thrown on the floor earlier when he'd sat her on the table were now neatly piled up next to the saddle.
 

She gave a cursory look for her panties, but they weren't anywhere to be found. She couldn't help but notice that the riding crop was also gone. Too bad. She would have enjoyed that particular souvenir in her private time. Probably for the best. She didn't really want to explain that particular item to the border guards when she went back to
Vancouver
that afternoon.

Walking out to her car, she winced as she got behind the wheel and her bruised bottom came into contact with the seat. She was going to be reminded of that particular part of her fantasy for days. But it made her smile, remembering how he had been too excited to finish punishing her.
 

Fishing her keys out of her pocket, she unlocked the glove box and grabbed her wallet, passport, cell phone and sunglasses. As she was setting these items on the passenger seat, she noticed a white envelope lying there, completely camouflaged by the pale leather seats.

Frowning, she slid the envelope open with her keys and looked inside, expecting a receipt of some sort. Instead she was shocked to find her cashier's check for ten thousand dollars nestled inside.

Kayla looked around, expecting her cowboy to appear and explain. But he didn't. She was completely alone. She thought about driving around the property searching for him, but wasn't sure what his circumstances were. What if he actually did work here and she got him in trouble for fraternizing at work? He'd obviously played some kind of devious joke on her, but that didn't warrant getting him fired.

Instead, she looked through her wallet until she found Miss Bright's card. She punched in the number on her cell phone and waited impatiently for the woman to pick up. It rang many times before she heard Miss Bright's clipped voice on the other end.

Kayla interrupted before she could finish saying hello. "What exactly is going on?"

"Kayla? What do you mean? You sound distressed. I thought everything went so well. Nick has already reported in and it sounds like your fantasy has been successfully fulfilled. Did something not meet your expectations?"

Kayla thought about that question for a moment. In truth, her expectations had been exceeded, but that wasn't why she was calling. "Miss Bright. Everything was wonderful. So, why is my own check sitting in my hands right now? Am I to understand that you've issued your second refund? Without my input? I find that very unlikely."

Miss Bright gave a very unladylike snort on the other end of the phone. "No, I can honestly say that I would not issue a refund in this particular case. Nick, however, said that he felt his performance was not as client-based as it should have been. It did not meet our professional standards."

"He said that?"
 

"Not exactly. His words were more like, 'I acted like I was out on my first date after five years in prison.' You should take that as a compliment. Nick has never, ever been compromised like this before. He's usually a very cool customer."

That did not sound like her cowboy at all. "Did he say anything else?" Why did she suddenly feel like she was back on the farm, looking for an inkling of interest from Jake. The question was beneath her, but she held her breath waiting for an answer anyway.

"Just that he apologized if you were disappointed."

Disappointed? Was he kidding? How could she be disappointed. She was getting wet again just thinking of him. "That's really not necessary. In fact, I'd like to schedule another appointment, just as soon as I get back from
Chicago
in two weeks."

"Miss Foreman. Surely you read your contract. Fulfilling a woman's fantasy is an isolated event. We do not entertain repeat performances."

Kayla rolled her eyes. "But this would be a completely different fantasy. So it wouldn't be a repeat performance."

Miss Bright responded, sounding almost exactly like a robot. "Irrelevant. Any subsequent fantasies will not be considered." She softened her tone and continued. "I'm sorry, but we do this for the benefit of the client. Fantasies can become an addiction, just like anything else. The first one is so sublime that the client can easily find themselves forever trying to match that experience with greater and greater perversity. Believe me, it's not in your best interest to travel that road."

"This is about money, isn't it? What if I doubled the price?"

"Well, considering you paid exactly nothing for this experience, you do not make a very enticing offer."

"No. I meant twenty thousand."

"We're flattered that you feel our service is worth such a sum, but the answer is still negative. And even if I did make an exception, I don't think Nick would be willing to take money from you anyway. Not that he needs it. He's been retired for years. Obviously, he was not ready to come back." She sighed, sounding somewhat human for the first time in this conversation.

"Retired? You mean he doesn't do this on a regular basis?"

"No, none of them do. He just happened to be in town, and I thought he'd make an excellent match for you. But obviously I was wrong." It was obvious from her tone that she was quite disturbed at this possibility.

"You weren't wrong. He was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Evidently not," Kayla said, a little more snidely than was absolutely polite.

Miss Bright ignored her tone. "Then I will conclude this conversation by wishing you well and reminding you that most of our references are through our clients. So, if you know a woman, like yourself, who would benefit from our service, please do not hesitate to put her in contact with me."

Kayla didn't really have any close female friends outside work, but if she did, she couldn't imagine sending them to Miss Bright. Delta of Venus Inc., provided a quality product, but if there was even the slimmest possibility of an acquaintance of hers being set up with Nick, she would surely go mad imagining them together.