Once he was calm again, he opened his eyes and grinned at her. "Now, how about that riding lesson?" he asked, quirking one brow. Not waiting for a response, he slammed the gate closed and strode to the corner of the stall where she had stood watching him pleasure himself earlier. Turning around, he sat down on the bale of hay with her straddling his lap and promptly began undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"I have been aching to get my hands on these little beauties since I first saw you standing right here," he said, parting her blouse to reveal her white, strapless bra. He palmed one soft mound and molded it with his hand, feeling the nipple grow rigid and thrust against the centre of his hand.
Kayla, always insecure about her small breasts, couldn't help asking the question that always flashed through her mind at this point. "Are you sure? I mean, I thought maybe you didn't like small breasts, and that's why I still have my top on." She knew he would tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, but needed him to say the words anyway.
"You still have your top on for two reasons. One, because I never would have lasted this long if you were completely naked. You're so hot, I'm having enough trouble keeping my dick in check as it is, as if you hadn't noticed. And two, because she told me you were a little camera shy, so I though maybe you'd feel less worried if you weren't completely bare. I had my back to the camera when we were out there, so even if the video got out, no one would be able to recognize anything of yours."
Kayla felt strangely touched. He had been protecting her the whole time and she hadn't even realized it. "So, we're not being filmed anymore?"
"Well, the camera is right there," he said, pointing upward to a beam just above where she'd been standing earlier. "And it's aimed the other way. It’ll probably pick up a few of those sexy little moans you make, but other than that, it's just you and me." He grinned at her mischievously, like a boy cutting school.
"But aren't we supposed to stay on camera?"
"Like everything happening here today. That's completely up to you. We can move the camera, or go back out to the corridor, or anywhere else you want. But I kind of wanted you all to myself for a bit. Do you mind?" He cupped one of her cheeks and looked at her seriously for a moment.
Kayla gulped. Did she mind? The atmosphere within the stall suddenly felt much more real and intimate than before. Their sex play up to this point had been fun and wild, but now it almost seemed like they were themselves rather than their roles. Part of her wanted to resume her slutty dairy farm worker persona, but a bigger part of her wanted to see what it was like to be with someone she felt connected with for a change. And prostitute or not, if she was honest, she was feeling more with him than all of her other one night stands combined. She liked him. A lot.
Instead of answering, she removed her black lace mask, flung it down beside them and looked at him for the first time without that barrier between them.
He smiled at her sweetly. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined. Now, how about that wig?” He gave it a gently tug. “It must be hot as hell. Wouldn't you be a lot more comfortable without it?"
How did he know she was wearing a wig? Was it that obvious? Did it look like she had a white cat on her head? The heavy fringe on the blonde wig covered her eyebrows, so it couldn't be that. Blushing, she remembered his intent look when he'd seen the reddish patch of hair between her thighs. He must have figured it out then.
She raised her arms above her head and slowly pulled off the wig. The gesture brought her small rounded breasts up toward his mouth and he leaned forward to lick the slope of one, and then the other.
Leaning back against the wall, he watched her with hooded eyes as she unpinned her hair. "God. You are just the sexiest thing I've ever seen, do you know that?" He caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands, gradually sliding his fingers closer to the apex with each upward stroke.
Kayla shook her hair out and it fell around her shoulders and down her back in a silky auburn mass. She had forgotten how sensual it felt when she left it loose. She could even smell the clean, flowery scent of her shampoo wafting around her. She rarely left it down, especially at work. It had a tendency to curl and was a complete nuisance to deal with. Besides, she didn't really think the wanton appearance it gave her really helped win anyone's respect, so she kept it firmly slicked back in a proper bun, or in a ponytail if she was in a hurry.
Today, however, feeling those silky strands sliding around her head made her glad she'd kept her hair long and wild. It made her feel sensual and womanly, very unlike her usual self. Judging by his admiring look, her cowboy was also glad she hadn't gone for the practical pixie cut her hairdresser had been pushing at her for years.
Looking down at him, she shifted her position until her knees were on either side of his thighs and gave a little shimmy against his lap. She smiled knowingly at him, acknowledging that he was still hard and aching against her naked flesh.
Feeling empowered by his heated expression, she held his gaze as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it off. He reached for her breasts, covered only by her flimsy white bra, but she grabbed his hands. "You said we can do this anyway I like, right?" She asked him in a teasing tone.
He nodded, but looked at her breasts hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Well, this is how I want it." She took both his large hands in hers and kissed the rough knuckles gently. Then, standing up on her knees until her breasts were pressed against his face, she raised his arms over his head until they touched one of the gate's support bars. Taking her time wrapping his fingers around the bar, she shivered as she felt his warm breath against her breasts, and then his lips nudging at one nipple through the satin of her bra.
She pulled back abruptly and gave him a stern warning look. "No, I do all the touching and you just behave yourself and keep your hands on the bar. Okay?" She said, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders she slid her wet, naked mound down his ripped stomach. It contracted against her and the friction caused little pings of sensation throughout her core. When she was seated firmly over his throbbing shaft again, she wiggled against him, causing him to groan.
"'C'mon, Darlin'. I've been waiting all day. Don't I deserve a reward for all my patience?" He leaned forward as far as he could without loosening his hands from the bar, and placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of her neck.
Kayla allowed his kiss for a moment. His warm lips were electric against the sensitive skin below her ear and she instinctively arched her neck to give him better access to that sweet spot. Just as he was edging down toward her breast, she pulled back so far she nearly tumbled backward off his lap. Clutching his shoulders to steady herself, she shook her head. "Reward? I don't think so. I promised you payback earlier, remember? And now you're going to get it." She gave one of his small, flat nipples a tweak and smiled at his gasp of surprise and pain.
"Seems to me you were going to punish me for paddling that hot ass of yours. But we both know how much you loved it, so let's forget about the revenge and get onto the riding lesson, okay?" He thrust his hips upward as if to remind her why they were here and began lowering his arms, fully prepared to take charge again.
Kayla stopped him just as his hands were about to land on her breasts. "I'm not punishing you for that. I'm getting you back for teasing me unmercifully all afternoon." Firmly, she pushed his hands back up over his head. Looking around, she saw the lace mask on the bale of hay beside them and snatched it up.
His groan vibrated between her breasts as she secured his hands to the bar with the scrap of lace. It was stretchy and more for show than anything, but it got her message across. She was in charge. Just where she wanted to be. Being submissive had been very exciting for a while, but she was curious how he would react to being dominated. Would he be as convincing as her sex slave? Somehow, she doubted it.
Sitting back, she surveyed her handiwork. He was glaring at her, but was otherwise mouthwateringly gorgeous sitting there with his muscular arms framing his head and his sculpted chest thrust forward. She noticed that his armpit hair was touched with gold and reached out one finger to caress it. He flinched away from her as if burned.
Oh, he was good. Now he was going to pretend to be her reluctant prisoner. Where did Miss Bright find this guy? He seemed able to adapt to her fantasy no matter what she threw at him. He went from dominant to submissive in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that this wasn't his natural role, but he certainly put on a good show. Looking at him, at all that barely restrained power just seething to be unleashed, she wondered how far she could push him before his natural dominance would surface and demand to take over.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it when I touch you?" She asked, running her hands over his wide chest and down his stomach. His skin was warm and roughened with hair. It felt delightful tickling across her palms and between her fingers.
"No, I don't. At least not when I can't touch you too," he said through gritted teeth.
"I think you're lying. I think you like it a lot," she purred, gazing down at his lap where his huge erection tented his jeans. "Maybe if we made you a little more comfortable, you'd like it even more. What do you think?" She edged back a bit on his lap and began slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
"I think I regret not finishing that spanking when I had the chance," he gasped as she reached inside his jeans and touched him intimately for the first time.
Pushing his clothing down his hips as far as she could, she revealed his throbbing cock. It was even bigger and harder than it had looked when she'd watched him earlier. Her hand looked positively tiny wrapped around it.
"Oh my," she said, momentarily awed. Experimentally, she slid her hand up his shaft and back down again, mimicking his actions earlier. His erection seemed to grow even larger and a small pearl of white fluid appeared on the tip. With her thumb, she rubbed that drop into the head of his penis.
His breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned. "Katie. Please. There's a condom in my pocket."
"Hmmm? But I want to play with you some more. We don't need the condom quite yet, now do we?" She began alternately squeezing each of her hands up his cock from base to tip, one after another. Fascinated, she watched as more fluid gathered at the tip.
"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.