Flying Figure Ranch ~Four~

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

This is an on-going serial about a working dude ranch specializing in prize Morgan horses and wild times with horny guests.

Alex Anderson sucked back a Jack and Coke and watched his little brother, Cody, throw shapes on stage at The White Stag. He hated to admit it, but Cody was pissing his life away on the ranch. If Alex could play half as well, he’d have packed his bags and left already. He tilted his chair back and grinned when Cody made eye contact. Only a year apart in age, he and Cody were tight.

“You know him?” a feminine voice asked from behind him.

Alex swiveled his head. A knockout in a barely there red dress stood with her hand on the back of his chair.

“He’s my little brother.” He spoke loud so she would hear him over the music and packed crowd.

“Really?”

On stage, bathed in blue light, Cody went into his solo, making ample use of the whammy bar.

“Yes, really.” He grinned up at her. “Would you care to join me?” She would say yes and then ask to meet Cody. It happened way too frequently.

“I’d love to.” She eased around the table and sat opposite him. “I’m Corinna.”

“Alex.” He waited for the question.

“Don’t you guys run Flying Figure?” she asked instead.

Surprised, he said, “It’s a family gig. But yes, we do.”

“I love horses. Been looking for a nice Morgan.”

He wasn’t sure he believed her but at least she wasn’t panting over Cody. “We have about two dozen for sale at the moment. You could stop by and see them, if you like.”

“I’m hoping to find a black gelding, show quality. Anything fit the bill?”

“We have three you might be interested in.” Maybe she was legit.

“Excellent. I’ll stop over Monday evening.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Alex asked.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He motioned for the waitress and as soon as Corinna ordered, he asked, “Come here often?”

“Yeah. I love hard rock, and this is the only place I can get my fix.” She smiled, showing some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. Cascades of hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Alex had always been a sucker for long blonde hair and she had tons of silky looking, golden locks. He imagined having all that hair fall over him while those lovely painted lips did indecent things to him.

To his chagrin, his dick had the same idea, swelling inside his snug pants and causing more than a tad of discomfort.

She leaned over the table and Alex found himself staring down her low cut dress.

She tittered and he jerked his eyes up to meet hers. Her smile had morphed into a smirk. She’d absolutely busted him.

“Like what you see?”

And she was bold. He liked that, too. “Yeah. I do,” he said. Maybe there was more to negotiate than the price of a good horse. His cock grew harder. Surreptitiously, he reached under the table to adjust things.

The smirk became knowing. She hadn’t missed his move. He cleared his throat and she laughed. Then she turned her attention to the stage. Oh crap.

“Your brother tears it up, doesn’t he?”

He almost sighed. He’d been right in the first place. “Yeah, Cody belongs in a real band.”

“He should go check out the Seattle scene.”

He quirked up a questioning eyebrow. “You ever been there?”

“Yeah. Seattle’s awesome. Beats cow town.”

“So why are you here?” She definitely seemed like a city kind of woman.

“My parents are here and they aren’t able to run the family business without honest help. So here I am. Accounting nerd extraordinaire. Among other things. I’m not really an accountant, but I seem to have a knack for it. They can’t afford to hire outside help and stay in the black. So I pick up the slack and do what I can for them.”

He laughed. “I never would have pegged you as a number cruncher.”

“Most people don’t. Actually, no one does. I’ve been accused of being a stripper after getting a few drinks under my belt.”

Holy crap. Did that translate to ripping her clothes off in public after a drink or two?

“I don’t deserve the bad rap. I’ve never taken off a stitch, but I might get up on the table and dance to the band.”

Alex laughed. “You’d have a hard time dancing to these guys if you were tipsy.”

“Yeah. I know. Too heavy. The music, not me.” She gave him a sly look. “There are ways to get my clothes off though.”

“What?” She caught him totally off guard that time.

She downed her drink and leaned over the table. Her sumptuous breasts nearly fell from her dress. “You ever had sex in the bathrooms?”

Had he heard her correctly? “Come again?” For a club, the bathrooms were pretty clean and the stalls roomy. But he couldn’t visualize sex in one of the little compartments.

She laughed. “Look, you’re attracted to me. I’m attracted to you. What say you we go into one of the restrooms and take care of business?”

“But what about the other people who go in. They’d hear us.”

“Oh my God. Not the public bathrooms. There are a couple of private bathrooms downstairs. One is right next to the band’s dressing room.”

“Oh.” He felt like a country bumpkin and heat filled his face. “I didn’t realize there were bathrooms downstairs.”

“Lots of things down there. You just have to know which door to try.” She gave him a come hither look, and he was more than willing to go along for the ride.

He finished his drink and glanced up at Cody who was oblivious to the audience while he practically masturbated the guitar. “Why not?”

She stood and held out her hand. A minute later she led him down a back staircase that he’d noted but never bothered investigating. He’d had no need to because the band played on the first floor.

He descended the carpeted steps to a dimly lit hallway. And a different world all together. Gas lights with whorehouse-red glass globes lined both sides of the walls. Dry-ice fog, generated from God only knew where, ghosted along the floor in translucent wisps.

“This is part of the dungeon,” she said and giggled.

“You mean this is a. . .”

“Yep. I’ve heard all kinds of kinky shit goes on down here.”

Was that the entire truth? He wasn’t so sure she didn’t have more knowledge of the lower level than she was admitting.

She led him to the end of the hall and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Go away,” a woman hissed.

“Oops. Someone’s already using this one. Come on. Let’s try the one by the dressing room” They turned down the hall and went to the second to last door on the right. She tapped. “Fuck off,” a gruff male voice said. A string of grunts followed.

Oh damn. “Out of luck,” Alex said. Shit. He’d known it was too good to be true.

“No we aren’t.” She grabbed his hand and led him back down the hall. She stopped at each door and pressed her ear to the wood. At the forth door, she clapped her hand over her mouth and yet a muffled giggle escaped. She tugged him along, listening at the next four doors. She stood longer at the last then knocked gently.

When no one answered, she tapped again, waited, then peeked inside. “Come on.” Once inside, she locked the door behind them.

Alex looked around in fascinated wonder.

“We’re supposed to pay to use these rooms but as long as no one busts us we can grab a freebie.”

Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Chains with heavy cuffs dangled from the walls, along with masks, whips of every variety, and items he couldn’t identify. A large bed with red and black satin coverings sat in the middle of the room. Restraints were attached to the posts. Large candles dominated a bedside table.

Corinna spied the candles. She sped to the table and lit them. “Flip off the light.”

He did as she asked and the room was plunged into dancing candlelight and eerie shadows.

Corinna went to the wall and looked over the gadgets. “Want to try out some of the toys?”

“You ever do that?”

“I’ve played a little. Nothing hard core. Not my scene. You?”

“Never tried any of this stuff, but. . .” He cocked an eyebrow. “Can I tie you up?” Where the hell had that come from? He’d never even thought of restraining a woman before, but he found the idea oddly thrilling. Having her helpless, totally under his control had a certain appeal. Not that he wanted to cause harm. He’d taken a swing at more than one man for being cruel to women in the past.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked.

“Positive.”

She gave him a grin. “Okay, you can tie me up. Loosely.”

“I wouldn’t want to tie you tight. That isn’t how women should be treated.”

“My, you’re a good one. I’ve been with a couple of guys who wanted to get rough. I’m not into that crap.” She glided around him, close enough to brush against him. When she stopped, they were facing each other. Her breasts grazed his chest, her nipples hardening into little peaks. He reached for her, slipping an arm around her slim waist, he drew her up to him.

His erection pushed at his jeans and she rubbed slowly against him with her pelvis. Alex groaned.

“Like that?” she asked.

He rubbed back. “Of course I do.”

She stretched up, tilting her head for a kiss. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. She was warm and silky soft. Her arms slipped around his neck. Alex’s hands traced down and grasped her ass, bringing her into better contact with his straining cock. She ground on him and opened for his probing tongue.

Her kisses tasted slightly of mint and the drink she’d had. Alex stroked along her tongue in slow easy sweeps. Then her hands were between them and she was working his jeans loose. He gasped into her mouth when her warm fingers caught him and squeezed.

Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the zipper, found it, and ran it down. He grasped the silky garment at the shoulders and peeled it off her. The dress dropped and puddled around her feet in a crimson pool. Now clad only in stilettos, she stepped free of the material.

Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were high and firm. She didn’t have an ounce of fat. Every inch of her was trim and toned. “You work out. A lot.”

“I dance. A lot. I teach ballet to a stable of young ladies when I’m not number crunching. It supplements the income my parents pay me.”

“Wow. A ballerina.”

“Once. I lived in New York for a while. Did a show or two. It’s a tough business. Teaching is rewarding enough, and the kids don’t give you half as much grief as the New York prima donnas.”

“I bet you’re good.”

“I was. I am. But I’m not good enough to ever be the star of the show, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe for the snoots in the city. But here you would outshine everyone.”

She grinned and it lit up her face. “True. But some of my girls are coming right along. Who knows, maybe I can teach one of them enough and they will be a star some day.”

He was impressed with her. A lot of people would be bitter to touch a glamorous world and not be able to go all the way.

“Anyway, it was fun and frustrating, so I’m probably better off here in hickville.” She turned and pulled the covers down on the bed, presenting him with a good view of her shapely ass. His cock jerked and cat fast he was up against her back.

She giggled and pushed into him, grinding on his shaft.

He wedged a hand between them and slid his probing fingers between her legs. She spread them a bit, giving him better access to her silky flesh. His fingers grazed over moist skin then sank into her opening. She widened her stance and a little gasp of pleasure slipped from her.

He eased out of her and stroked her nub. She rewarded him with a gentle moan and rubbed herself on his fingers. He let go of her trim waist and captured a breast instead. The orb was firm, pert in his hand. He massaged gently then took the pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching in an alternating pattern until she groaned and cupped her other breast. Copying what he was doing. Together, they pleasured her for long moments.

A cry came out of her and she bucked hard on his fingers. When she stopped quaking, he withdrew and released her.

She turned to face him. Then grasped his jeans and started pushing them down his hips. Grinning, he stepped back. “No,” he said. “I’m in charge. Get on the bed and spread.” The game was on.

“Yes, sir,” she said, jumping right into character. She climbed onto the bed, positioned herself in the middle and lay spread-eagle.

He crawled in beside her and fastened the restraints on her wrists, though he was careful to leave them loose enough that she could pull free if she wanted. Next he buckled the straps around her shapely ankles.

He stood, and after fishing a condom from his jeans, stripped. He might not have an athlete’s body, but he was strong and toned from ranch work. He had no flaws to hide.

Her eyes roamed over him and she licked her lips.

He raised an eyebrow.

“My, you work out regularly,” she said.

“Yes, it’s called work,” he said and laughed. He put the foil packet on the night stand and crawled back onto the bed. After positioning himself between her bound legs, he met her gaze. Here lovely blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, stopping mere inches from her wet, glistening center.

She gasped and a quiver ran through her.

He licked up her other thigh but stopped short again.

He kept licking until she whimpered with need and her hips gyrated on the bed. Grinning he zeroed in on her shining folds, touching with the tip of his tongue.

“Alex,” she moaned.

Meeting her eyes, he stroked her slit and licked up to her nub. He circled the little bud and nipped gently, holding the sensitive flesh with his teeth while his tongue laved over it.

“Oh, God. Alex. You’re killing me.”

He licked and tickled, and worked at her until at last he plunged his tongue inside her slit. She groaned and thrust her hips upward, grinding herself into his face. He licked harder, faster until she let out a long whimper that sounded distressed.

His head shot up and their eyes locked.

“Stop teasing me to death and fuck me, Alex.”

He sat up and crawled up over her. Supporting himself on his elbows, he captured her lips in a long, lingering kiss. She arched her back, pressing up against his swollen cock. He kissed along her jaw and nipped her earlobe.

“Alex, if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to explode.”

He laughed, but reared back. He retrieved the little square from the bed side table and ripped it open. Enjoying himself, he took his time rolling the latex onto his dick.

 Once covered, he straddled her. Then he reached between them and guided his shaft to her entrance. He plunged into her heat, filling her with one hard stroke.

She murmured her pleasure.

She was delightfully tight. He pumped vigorously, advancing and withdrawing, building a delicious heat until she writhed under him and a deep cry of satisfaction ripped from her. Not even close to his own orgasm, he kept pumping. He pistoned into her, drilling her. Within moments, he had her moaning, her hips meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.

He kissed her, claiming her lips then he deepened the kiss, cutting off her moans of pleasure. As his orgasm neared, she bucked under him in another release. A moment later the tingle in his lower back signaled his own peak.

He slammed into her and came hard. When it was over, he eased off her and discarded the condom.

She wiggled her hands. “Okay, big boy. Untie me.”

He glanced over and smirked. “Nope.”

“What?” She looked indignant.

“I’m stronger than that,” he said and shoved his hair back. “I’ll be ready for another round before long.”

She grinned and her eyes gleamed. “I always knew country boys beat city boys any day.”

“That’s true, my lady. That’s so very true.”

Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher

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