The Hired Hand – Installment 3

Following was my contribution to the Lambda award-winning anthology, Lesbian Cowboys. To read previous installments, click on this link.

The Hired Hand – 3

Ari had opened up a whole new world of sensual delights in that first night. And I had been ravenous to discover more ever since. Not that I was ready to declare that girl-sex was my new preference.

I liked dick. Liked a powerful man stroking deep. Strong, muscled arms encircling me. But lovers, the stick-around kind, hadn’t been in the cards for me.

I sighed as Ari’s hands unlooped my belt, loosened my jeans and slid beneath the waistband to cup my generous ass.

We stood face-to-face in the stall, our gazes clashing. “Think I don’t know what you like about guy-sex?” Ari stepped back and stripped, making quick work of her clothing until her jeans slid down her hips. She wore no panties, just a black harness that wrapped around her waist, more straps disappearing between her legs. She reached down to the blanket where she’d tossed the dildo and inserted it into the fitting at the front of the harness. The dildo, a long, sculpted gel with exaggerated veins and a pair of firm balls, bobbed between her legs.

“Jesus,” I moaned, my pussy already anticipating the stretch and beginning to throb.

“Wait here,” Ari said, her voice tightening.

“As if I have a choice?” I muttered.

Moments later, Ari reappeared, carrying a wooden sawhorse which she set in the hay and then draped with the blanket. She unlooped the end of the rope which she’d tied off on a post and began to wrap it in a coil, bringing me closer.

I kept up the pretense of reluctance, dragging my feet, but the cock was already working on me. My cunt was flushed with heat and growing moist. My breasts were so hard and tight I drew back my shoulders, inviting Ari’s gaze, begging silently for her to lean down and bite the straining tips.

But Ari ignored the jut of my chest, gripped my shoulders, and shoved me face-first over the sawhorse.

“This will work better if you take off my clothes, too,” I said hopefully.

A soft snort behind me told me Ari wasn’t taking suggestions, but my pants were pushed past my buttocks, and the dildo nudged between them.

“Jesus,” I whispered again, letting out a deep breath when the moistened tip glided down and slid along my slick folds. I tried to make more space for it, but my clothing kept my thighs bound tightly together. Hands clutched my hips, and the dildo glided slowly forward and back, then withdrew.

One foot was lifted and my boot was removed.

“Guess I was right. It’s easier without clothes,” I mumbled.

The other came off and my jeans were jerked down my thighs. At last, I was naked. I braced apart my legs, opening my sex, begging again for attention.

A rustling sounded behind me, and then moist kisses landed on my bottom. A tongue glided down the crevice between my ass cheeks, circling slowly over my asshole, just long enough to make me worried, but then she stroked downward. Teeth gripped my outer labia, nibbling gently, then lips sucked. Her wicked tongue stroked into my entrance, while a humming groan vibrated against me. Fingers circled over and over on my clit while lips tugged and tongue stroked. I rose on my toes to tilt my ass higher.

Blood rushed to my head and sex. My clit swelled painfully. Then hands smoothed the backs of my thighs as Ari rose behind me and reached over to grip my shoulders, raising my torso while the smooth gel cock prodded my opening.

“God, please…make it deep.”

A slap jerked me, heat rising in short parallel ribs on my buttocks. The cock found my opening, dipped inside and held still. “Think I don’t know how to fuck?” Ari whispered. “I’ve had miles of dick inside me. I’ve fucked miles of cunt.”

The words, so coarse, spoken in her tight choked voice, elicited a thrill that released a wash of liquid, engulfing the head of the cock poised at my entrance. “I wish you could feel what you do to me…”

“Think I can’t? Think I’m not going to get off, too? You’re wet and sucking at my cock. When I slam into you, I’m gonna feel it right against my clit.”

“Jesus, just do it. God, Ari,” I rose on toes again, trying to back onto the cock, but she followed the movement, and the crown slipped from my channel.

“Hold still. Don’t help. Just feel.” A hand gripped the back of my hair, lifting my head, arching my back, and then her hips slammed forward, and the thick cock rammed deep, pressing deep into my channel, gliding straight until the firm balls slapped my clitoris.

I bucked hard, not caring that she pulled my hair,

Ari wound her hand, tugging my head higher. Only that one hand held me suspended. My arms were still cinched at my sides and my abdomen was stretched, shuddering as she rocked forward and back, plowing deep, rutting like a man into my sex until my cunt felt hot, the soft tissues abraded by the heavy, veined ridges.

“I need more,” I sobbed.

“What’s that?” she said, halting her movements when her belly was pressed against my ass and her cock so deep I felt it at the mouth of my womb. “A cock isn’t enough for you?”

“I need more.”

“Gotta be a little more specific, chica. Want my tongue, my fingers? Will that be enough?”

“Yes. Your fingers on my clit. Your cock ramming deep.”

Ari came out of me, and her hand let go of my hair. My body sagged over the sawhorse. She drew me up gently, shoved the structure to the side, then helped me to lie down on the blanket she’d spread on the fragrant straw.

“I’m gonna fuck you like a man. Face-to-face. But you know why this is gonna be better than anything you’ve ever had?”

As her fingers entered me I gasped and lifted my knees, letting then splay wide. I shook my head. “Why’s it gonna be better?”

“Because I’m a girl. I know what your clit needs, know just how to touch it to make you spark like a wildfire.”

She bent, lifted the hood cloaking my engorged clit, and suckled it, nursing it with her lips. When I began to moan, she drew back, a wicked light in her eyes again. “Not yet, baby.” She came over me, her breasts pressing into mine, her tight little points rubbing my areolas.

My thighs widened and lifted to bracket her narrow hips. The dildo nudged my entrance and slid inside.

With my belly curved toward hers, the base of the cock slammed against my bared clit. It was enough. I was coming apart. But she lifted her belly and slid a hand between us. Her wet fingers circled on the rigid knot of nerves, and she resumed stroking inside me as she braced herself on one arm.

I met her gaze, read the warmth and approval in her expression. Saw the excitement rising in her darkening cheeks. Her eyes slid closed, her head fell back, and she jolted her hips against mine, losing rhythm as her own orgasm began to spiral.

I curled beneath her, latched onto a nipple and bit the tip.

With her finger stroking my clit, her cock driving deep inside, and my mouth filled with soft heat, I exploded.

Our cries echoed against the wooden walls. Horses snorted; hooves shuffled uneasily. Then silence fell around us as we both eased to the ground.

She nuzzled my cheek, and her lips slid along my jaw, then lifted. We kissed, lips softly smoothing like butter in shallow circles. The kiss was divine. Rapturous.

When my legs unwound from her waist, and she arched her back to come out of me, I gave a shaky laugh, hoping she hadn’t heard the jagged edge of it. “Guess I’ll have to give you a raise.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Don’t forget who’s still tied up.”

“The rope’s beginning to itch.”

“Poor baby,” she said, her lips gliding along the rope, kissing the skin rubbed a fiery red. “Was I a little rough?”

“Ari…”

Her head came up, her gaze locking with mine.

“That’s the best I’ve ever had. But there’s a problem.”

Her expression grew shuttered. “Say it. It’s not like you’ve spared my feelings up to this point. I’ve been the one trying to prove up my claim.”

“I need the rope gone, first,” I said quietly.

She dragged me up and loosened the loop, slipping it over my head.

“The cock, too,” I said, pointing my chin toward the gel cock still bobbing between her legs.

Her chest fell, and she kept her gaze down as she removed it.

I came to my knees and placed my hand in the center of her chest and shoved.

She fell backward with a gasp, half on the blanket, half on the prickly straw.

I straddled her waist and bent over her, my mouth an inch from hers. “I’ve let you do me, but I’ve never given you a damn thing.”

“Not true,” she said, her voice thickening.

“Shut up. I thought I wasn’t committing to girl-sex if I never gave you pleasure. That’s gonna change right now.”

Her brown eyes blinked. Her lips curved upward at both corners. “Think you know how, little virgin?”

“I think you’re gonna demand a whole lot more from me from now on.”

“Mmmm…” she moaned, her eyelids sliding downward. “I can think of a place or two I want those soft lips of yours to kiss. Sure you’re up for it, Lace?”

“No, baby. I’m going down.”

Then with my face diving between her legs, burrowing into her pussy, I couldn’t pretend any longer that I’d hungered for the stroke of a tongue, the thrust of skilled fingers and a hard cock from a man.

Ari’s essence, richly and pungently feminine, spilled onto my greedy tongue, and I lapped it up like the starving woman I was.

Her fingers dug into my hair, holding me there as her hips rocked gently up and down. I applied all the lessons she’d taught me about how I liked to be touched to bring her pleasure.

I eased two fingers into her moist cunt and swirled my tongue over her clit. I latched my lips around the knot when it grew engorged and sucked hard, slipping another finger inside her and pumping relentlessly as her movements grew more desperate and her breaths jagged.

At last, I felt the tremors ripple inside her. She shoved her pussy into my face, her abdomen curling toward me, her fingers raking my scalp. Her cries were thin, warbling almost, and then she collapsed against the blanket, her legs splayed like a woman who’d been thoroughly loved.

I crawled upward, snuggling next to her spent body and cupped her breast, massaging to soothe her now.

Her hand covered mine and squeezed. “I take it…” she gasped, “that you don’t have any more reservations about whether I can do the job.”

“You have any about me? Besides, one doesn’t have a thing to do with the other,” I said, pressing my lips to the nipple nearest my mouth.

“Ah hell. Don’t make me think.”

“You’re fine cowgirl. You’ve got the job.”

Her gaze met mine. “And this? Gonna let this hired hand have the pleasure of your company every night?”

I scraped my callused palm across her belly, and slid my fingers into her folds. “It’s not so different. Your hand. Mine.” I teased her sex with shallow grazes then tucked them inside.

“Glad you figured that out,” she said, growing breathless again.

“Not a man’s hand,” I admitted gruffly. “Better.”

Copyright © 2009 Delilah Devlin
Delilah Devlin
Author of Darkness Captured and Pleasing Sir
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