The Diamond Club Read Free

from his spurs. Faded blue jeans with a dark red plaid shirt tucked into them with a black leather belt around his waist. I imagined tanned, toned, strong arms under that shirt.
    We got to talking and I learned he was on his way back home to Texas from a rodeo he had been in up some small town in northern California. The rodeo was terrible, hardly a crowd, and the bulls he rode were something a beginner could handle. His friend had told him about the club and he decided to stop by on his way back home. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear:
    “I’ve always wanted to learn to ride… And you look like you need a mare to tame…”
    Our eyes met and within seconds he had downed his whiskey, wrapped an arm around me and led me to the door.
    It felt like forever before we reached his hotel room, I had just enough time to glimpse a bag filled with different odds and ends that served some unknown purpose to a cowboy, but my eyes lingered on the coiled rope that was obviously used for lassoing his wild horses.
    He seemed to get my dress off instantly, and he stepped back seeing my outfit. I smiled at him and stepped forward to unbutton his shirt slowly.
    Tan skin, dark and smooth from endless hours working in the sun covered his muscled body. His hat fell to the ground showing off dark brown locks. I felt something brush against my thigh and, looking down, I saw I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. I went to my knees and undid his belt. Pulling his work-faded jeans and boxers down and off leaving him standing above me with unbuttoned shirt, and cowboy boots.
    I marveled at his size. He was more like the horses he worked with than I thought! Taking his hardening member in my hand I gently stroked and brought my mustang to full attention. Long and hard it stood in front of my face and I couldn’t help by use my hands to give it my full attention. My lips soon followed, fitting barely a third of him into my mouth as I moved in and out, his arousal radiating from his copper skin. I had learned many different things so far in my adventures about giving head, and I was determined to show off my skills to him. His reaction only fueled my desire for him, the deep groan that escaped his lips showed me that I was doing exactly the right thing.
    I suddenly found myself being pulled up, onto the hotel bed as two strong arms wrapped around me and I found myself leaning back against the pillows as he worked my thong down my legs. I closed my eyes and smiled and then shuddered as I felt his tongue slide over me, circling, flicking, returning the favor I had just given him. I don’t know where he learned the things he did to me, but I was squirming and moaning almost instantly as he showed off his talents between my thighs.
    I moaned in protest as he pulled away from me, wanting… no. Needing more of it. But I shouldn’t have worried. He crawled up to position himself above me and I bit my lip as I felt him start to push slowly into me. The first inch of him made me gasp, and it only got better from there. I was so turned on, I thought I could take anything inside of me, but he proved me wrong. Inch by inch be spread my lips apart with his girth, making me moan out loud as he pushed. Finally he had buried himself completely and began to pull out and push back in, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed.
    After a short time he slowed down enough to turn me over, and before I knew it, I was on all fours. My stallion’s palms gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him, sliding my sex over his massive cock. Over and over and over again he pushed into me. Faster and faster until I could barely tell exactly what he was doing. The only thing I knew was the electric surges of pleasure pulsating through my mind, almost pushing me to the point of passing out.
    Before long I could feel his already hard member stiffen further, and I knew he was about to shoot his seed inside of me. At the exact time, I felt my mind surrender to his