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It was your typical Friday night at the Golden Horseshoe, one of the best country western bars in the city. The band was just starting to play; the air was already smoky and filled with the various perfumes and colognes of the ones visiting this hot spot. Many couples were already on the dance floor while others scoped out the crowd for their dance partner or their one night stand. The waitresses in their Daisy-Duke jean shorts and red-checkered crop tops made their way through the crowd taking orders and delivering drinks. At the bar sat a man who appeared to be in his fifties with sandy colored hair and a neatly trimmed mustache watching the whole scene being played out before him. His hazel eyes did not miss anything, especially her.
The woman that caught his attention had just stepped into the club and was trying to look cool and one of the crowd but considering what she was wearing, that was going to be a hard thing to pull off. As she walked up to the bar next to him he took in the tight-fitting jeans that looked to be poured on her, and her button-down black blouse, showing a peak of a red chemise. This was about the norm for the women in the club but what set her apart was the clothes all appeared to be brand new; as if she had bought them just for this night. He was six foot one and he judged her to be about five foot six. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a braid that hung over her shoulder.
“Give me a draft,” she told the bartender when he approached her. As she moved to pull money from her front pocket, she accidentally brushed against the man next to her. “Sorry,” she said as she turned to face him.
Immediately he was star struck by the unusual shade of her eyes, grey flecked with gold. Holding out his hand, he introduced himself. “That is okay. It is a bit crowded here especially since it is a Friday night. By the way, my name is Stan and you are...?”
“Mary,” she told him shaking his hand
When the bartender set the beer in front of her Stan said, “Put the lady’s drink on my tab, Bob.”
“I can pay for my own,” Mary protested but to no avail. “Thank you,”
“You are welcome,” Stan said glancing down at her hands, not seeing a wedding band but that did not mean she was not married. Many took off their bands when on the prowl and she sure seemed like she was.
After a few minutes of tense silence, the band changed to a slow song, House of the Rising Sun. Not giving her a chance to say no, Stan grabbed her by the hand and led her to the crowded floor, finding just enough space on the edge of the dance floor for them. He pulled her toward him, his left arm around her waist, his other hand taking hers in his. At first, she was a bit stiff in his arms but slowly he could feel her starting to relax as she leaned against him, her head resting on his chest. Stan took a deep breath, inhaling her soft flowery scent.
When the band moved into another slow song, Stan kept her in his arms and on the dance floor. After the third slow song, the band started an upbeat song so Stan led her back to the bar. Ordering two more beers Stan grabbed them and started to look for an empty booth. Finding one he headed in that direction, hoping that she would follow him. At the booth, he set the beers down, and then turned and motioned for her to scoot in first.
“This is better,” he told her. “So are you from around here?”
“No, I am from out of town,” Mary said too quickly, causing him to doubt her answer but he let it go; after all, everyone was entitled to secrets.
As they sat there, again in silence, drinking their beers Stan decided to test the waters, so to speak. Stan inched a bit closer, placing his hand on her thigh. When she did not remove it, he started to move it up and down her thigh slowly, leaning forward to kiss her neck. Hearing her soft moan, he turned her head toward him and lightly kissed her, taking her bottom lip between his, sucking gently on it.
To his surprise, she pulled back and then put her arm around his neck, pressing her lips hard against his, her tongue seeking entrance. Their kiss tasted of mint and beer, hot and inviting. Stan’s hand moved between her legs, cupping her sex through her jeans, earning a low moan from her. Slowly they moved apart, both breathing a little heavy at the impact the kiss had on both of them. Stan kept his hand where it was, cupping and rubbing her sex. As he did so, he could feel himself getting an erection that was starting to push against the zipper of his jeans.
Reluctantly Stan moved his hand from her sex and leaned back against the booth, picking up his bottle of beer and taking a big swig, trying to calm himself down, Mary doing the same thing.
Glancing at him out the corner of her eye, her emotions were battling with themselves in her brain. One emotion told her to go for it while another emotion was telling her it was wrong, that two wrongs did not make a right. The devil's emotion was starting to win.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he asked softly, “Want to get out of here? The Loyota Motel is about a mile from here and it is pretty decent. You can follow me.”
To give herself a moment to think, she picked up her beer and drained the last bit inside. Taking a deep breath, Mary whispered, “Yes.”
Mary knew where the motel was that Stan was referring to but she knew that in order to keep her cover she had to pretend she didn’t. Stan scooted out of the booth and extended his hand to her, helping her out. Once outside she led him to her car,
“I drive an old jeep,” he said as he took in the deep blue BMW that she had indicated was her car. At this moment, he knew that Mary, if that was even her real name, was one of those socialites who were not getting the type of sex that they wanted or needed at home so they came to the Golden Horseshoe to find a real cowboy to ride.
As he walked to his jeep, a smile came over his face. ‘She is going to get the ride of her life tonight,’ he thought to himself. Driving his jeep back over to her car, he gave a honk of his horn so she would know to follow him. Once at the motel he went inside and secured a room, which was on the backside of the motel. The owner could tell which ones needed discretion so he saved those rooms for them.
Jumping out of his jeep, he came over and opened her door, helping her out. As soon as her door was shut, Stan pushed her against it, his body grinding into hers as he kissed her hard, her braid in his fist, holding her still. Mary kissed him back just as hard, their tongues doing a frenzied mating dance. Finally, coming up for air, Stan kept her braid tight in his fist and he led her to their room. Once the door was opened, he let go and gently pushed her inside, shutting, and locking the door behind them.
Throwing the room key on the dresser he faced her and asked, “Gentle and easy or a down and dirty hard fuck? Your choice.”
Mary looked at him for a moment and then ducked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Stan went over and sat down on the queen size bed, waiting to see what she wanted.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she asked herself, ‘Fuck, what am I doing here? Just because Chad cannot get it up any longer is it right that I seek it from someone else?’ At the thought of having an erect cock inside her made her pussy moist. It had been so long since she had a cock that did not deflate halfway through the act. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked out, letting the devil win. ‘I need this. I need to be fucked till my pussy hurts,’ she told herself as she started unbuttoning her shirt with shaky fingers.
Stan sat there on the end of the bed still dressed, watching her, sensing that this was a first for her. He decided that he would let her lead for now but in the end, he would be in charge. Getting her shirt unbuttoned, Mary slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it in the direction of the lone chair in the room. Next, she slipped off her sandals and then began to unbutton and unzip her jeans, slowly shimming out of them. Grabbing the bottom of her chemise Mary tugged it up and over her head, dropping it on top of her jeans. She was left standing there in a very skimpy red lace bra that could barely contain her ample tits and a wisp of lace covering her pussy. As she went to unfasten her bra, Stan jumped to his feet and grabbed her hands, pushing them to her side.
Placing his hands on each side of her face, he leaned down and kissed her, nibbling on her lips, the tip of his tongue lightly grazing them also. Slowly he began to kiss and lick her neck down to the “V” between her tits. He rubbed the palms of his hands over the tiny cups, feeling her nipples respond to his touch. Cupping them in his hands, Stan took first one and then the other nipple in his mouth, tugging hard on each one while his tongue flicked over the tip. The feeling was so exquisite that Mary felt like her legs were going to buckle under her.
Kneeling down, Stan continued to place kisses on her stomach, his fingers pinching and pulling hard on her nipples. Coming to her belly button, Stan began to tongue fuck it. Feeling her body starting to tremble and her legs shake he took his hands from her tits and placed them on her hips to help steady her. Moving down between her legs, he ran his tongue over the lacy insert that was covering her pussy, tasting her juices.
Taking her thong he pulled it down and motioned for her to step out of it. Quickly standing up, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the side of the bed. Standing her on shaky legs, he pulled the covers back and pushed her down on the bed. Taking her legs, he spread them apart and started to run his tongue up and down her wet slit, sucking on her labia.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she started to wiggle and push her pussy against his mouth but he grabbed her by the hips to hold her still as his tongue continued its assault on her pussy.
Stan pulled her closer to the edge of the bed; he knelt on the floor, putting her over his shoulders, freeing his hands. Without warning, his lips closed around her engorged clit, tugging on it as he gently worked two fingers inside of her dripping pussy. The sensation ripping through her was her undoing as she exploded, squirting her juices on his hand and face, running down to puddle under her. Her body shook and twitched for several long minutes. It was unlike any orgasm that she had ever experienced.
Stan continued to finger fuck her as he licked up her juices. Finally, he sat back on his heels, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb grazing her clit as he watched her body slowly start to relax. Pulling his fingers out, Stan stood up and quickly undressed, letting his clothes lay where they feel. Mary raised up, bracing herself on her elbows to watch him, mesmerized with his hairy chiseled six-pack abs, thinking that for an older man he was still fit. When he pushed down his jeans and underwear Mary could not stop her mouth from dropping open at the sight of his cock. Stan was only semi-erect but she could just imagine how he would look hard as a rock. His cock would be at least seven inches, maybe a bit more, and thick, making her wonder if she could fit that in her pussy.
Holding it in his hand, he gently stroked its length asking, “Do you like what you see? Do you want to touch it, lick it, and feel it stretching that sweet pussy of yours?”
Swallowing hard, Mary finally managed to get out, “Yes to all of it.”
“Your wish is my command,”
Mary instinctively moved so she was lying on one side of the bed so he could lie beside her but instead he grabbed her arm and tugged her to the middle of the bed. Once he had her in position he took the pillows and put them under her head. Stan straddled her, rubbing his cock across her lips. instinctively grabbed it with her hands, holding as she licked the tip, sucking gently, her tongue dipping in and out of the little slit. As she began to lick under the rim and gently suck the head both of her hands moved up and down his shaft. Stan leaned forward and braced himself on the headboard with his hands as her hands and mouth sent electric shocks up and down his cocks and into his balls.
Mary gave a little tug on his cock, indicating for him to move closer as she took more of him in her mouth, her one hand reaching down to squeeze his balls. As she continued working her magic Stan could feel his balls start to tighten and knew that soon he would not be able to hold back giving her his load. Reluctantly he pulled back, sitting on his heels as he straddled her, trying to get his breathing under control
Mary looked at him with a puzzled look in her eyes, wondering what she had done wrong. She knew that she was kind of inexperienced in that department but thought she had been turning him on. She wanted to ask him but did not want to let him know of her inexperience. Leaning down he kissed her, his tongue seeking invitation inside. Mary opened her mouth slightly, their tongues mating, both sucking and pulling on the other’s tongue. Finally, Stan broke contact and rolled to the side. Mary tried to scoot over but Stan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight. His free hand dipped down to cup her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he kissed her neck, stopping to take a nip as he worked his way down to her shoulder. At the light kisses, Mary gave a little shiver.
“Can you take your hair out of its braid?” Stan whispered in her ear. “I want to run my fingers through it.”
Mary quickly wiggled out of his arms and sat up, undoing her braid. Once she had it unfastened she worked her fingers through it to untangle it until it fell in waves mid-way down her back. When she lay back down Mary made sure that she was facing Stan. As his hand started to comb through her hair, Mary’s hand inched down until her fingers were lightly caressing his cock. As he moaned Mary quickly removed her hand, thinking she had done something wrong.
“Damn woman,” he moaned “keep that up and you are going to make me cum before I get inside that sweet pussy of yours. Your hands and mouth are so magical.”
At hearing his words, Mary continued with what she was doing. Rolling to his back, he pulled Mary on top of him. Spreading her cheeks, Stan ran his tongue up and down the seam, his tongue darting in the little puckered hole. He slowly made his way down to her pussy, spreading her lips apart as he started to tongue fuck her, his tongue lightly grazing her clit. Mary began to run her tongue up and down his shaft as her hands played with his balls. Mary gasped as she felt him insert two fingers into her pussy as his teeth nipped and pulled at her clit. The sensations were so great she found herself having trouble concentrating on what she was doing.
Stan moved his legs, planting his feet flat on the bed as he began to fuck her mouth, raising his hips up and down. Mary tightened her lips around his cock, sucking hard, soon tasting his pre-cum. Letting his cock slip from her mouth Mary went to work on his balls; sucking them into her mouth one at a time, rolling them around in her mouth. They could both start to feel the pressure building up inside of them, the urge to cum becoming increasingly more urgent. Stan started to nip and pull on her clit harder, hoping that he could make her cum without him losing his own load.
Mary began to moan as she pushed and rubbed her pussy against his face as her body started to tremble and feel ready to explode. Stan could taste the first juices of her impending orgasm and started to fuck her harder with three fingers. All thoughts of Stan’s cock and balls flew out the window as Mary concentrated on her own pleasure.
“Oh fuck!!!!” she screamed as her entire body felt like a tornado was consuming her from the inside out as she came hard.
After several minutes, Mary collapsed on top of Stan, breathing hard. While she got herself under control, Stan rolled her off him and stood up. He picked up his jeans, pulled a condom out of the pocket, and rolled it on.
“Now it is my turn,” he told her smiling as he motioned for her to turn around.
Once her head was pointed toward the headboard, Stan knelt between her legs, putting them over his shoulders. Guiding himself slowly inside Mary felt her pussy being stretched until he was all the way inside. He leaned forward and kissed her. Very slowly he pulled back until his cock was almost out, and then he pushed back in, each time increasing the pace until he was pounding her pussy hard. Mary began to pant, her pussy clamping down on him with each thrust. As she reached the brink of her third orgasm Stan slowed down, barely moving as he leaned forward to suckle each nipple, biting and nipping at them.
As he thrusts inside her pussy would grip him tight. Finally, Stan could hold back no longer and began to fuck her deep and hard until she came hard, stars and bright lights flashing behind her closed eyes, her entire body feeling on fire. As her orgasm flowed over her, Mary’s pussy tightened down hard on his cock, setting off his own powerful orgasm. When they were both spent, he let her legs flopped to the bed and rolled off. Stan disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed and then turned to kiss her.
“Round one,” he told her. “Give me time to rest and we will go for round two.”
They snuggled together and drifted off to sleep. When Stan woke up several hours later, he reached out for Mary but her side of the bed was empty and there were no sounds indicating she was even in the room. He gave a sigh and drifted off back to sleep figuring that she would be back to the Golden Horseshoe one day and then they could have round two.
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