1. Cowgirl Learns to Ride


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: MrDeep, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Pat said and hurried to the restroom. It was the only excuse she could think of to get away from this "ur-boy", she thought. She washed her hands and looked at her makeup. It was fine. Then she wondered how she was going to get away from him. As she exited the restroom, she saw him. He was coming out of the men's room at the same time. He had a large cowboy hat that hid his face. She inspected him with her elevator eyes. He was wearing dirty so-so boots, old faded jeans, and a black western style shirt. She looked up at his face. He was black! Pat's heart leaped! He was lighting a joint. Pat stopped. He took a deep toke and held it for a moment. Then he exhaled slowly. "Want a toke?" he said. "Why yes!" Pat took the joint and drew in the smoke. She held it, feeling the pleasure sweep over her. She handed it back, letting her hand lightly touch his black hand. "What's your name?" he asked. "Pat. What's yours, cowboy," she said coyly. She tilted her head down and to the right. It was a natural coy look for Pat. "Harlon," he said and offered her another toke. Pat took it. He let her hand touch his hand for a longer amount of time. "What do you do?" she asked. "Ride broncs," he said. "Do ya ride 'em hard?" Pat said teasingly. "Yeah! What about you? Do you ride?" "Yes! I can ride." "Ever ridden bareback?" "Sure! Cowboy! Have you ever been ridden bareback?" Pat gave him that coy grin that she does naturally. "Oh Baby! You have no idea what that does to me!" he said grinning with ...
    his big white teeth showing. Pat moved closer and reached down and put her hand on the crotch of his jeans. It was impulsive of her. She would never have done it. It has been too long. She could feel his cock growing. She began to tremble. It took her breath away! "Careful, baby. You're playing with some heavy beef there," he said smiling. ‘ I would like to be your meat inspector...’ she wanted to say, but a cowgirl walking into the restroom interrupted her. "Let's walk outside," he said. Once outside he handed her the joint. Pat took a deep toke and thought about suddenly falling down to her knees and taking her pleasure. But she was a natural passive and that would never happen, she thought. She handed the joint back to him. "Come with me," he said. It was a command. Pat felt compelled to obey. He led her to a black Ford F-150 with a camper. He opened the door at the rear and stepped back for her to enter first. She was greeted with a manly smell not unlike a bunkhouse. She stepped inside and turned around. Harlon put his arms around her. She looked up and made a gesture that she wanted to be kissed. Their lips met. She savored those big thick lips. His tongue snaked out, and she met his tongue with hers. She pressed her tits against him, hoping that that would stimulate him. It did. He seemed to become more aggressive. Pat broke away. "What's wrong, baby?" Harlon asked. He was puzzled. "You will see," she whispered. She kept her eyes on his face as she melted down to her ...