Author's note; This story is my first attempt since Bliss and Alex to help one of my readers with a fantasy of his... Mike this is for you... thanks for being so patient. I have had many requests and will fulfill all of them in order of receipt. I love you all. Thank you for the kind words and the encouragement to keep writing...
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Little did Mike know when walked into the "The Dew Drop Inn" that his life was about to change. Mike is young (24), single and on the prowl, a handsome guy, or so his Aunts and Mother had always told him, and the truth be known he was amazing, standing 6' tall at 190 lbs. The definition of his chest, abs, arms, and legs were apparent through his black T-shirt and black skintight jeans. But, what caught her eye were his buttocks, firm and tight and the package tucked into the front of those jeans.
Jen had just turned 30, her long blonde hair cascaded down her tanned shoulders and back, she packed a very tight body on her 5' 3" frame, her skin tight top accentuating her ample breasts, and her slacks looked as if they had been painted on, her ass looked incredible as she leaned against the bar. She looked over her shoulder as Mike entered the bar and smiled coyly to her, she wanted this cowboy, she continued to watch as he took a seat at the end of the bar.
Mike ordered a Corona and lime, turned and surveyed the crowd to see if he recognized anyone and checking the field, he made note of a few prospects, tipping his beer as he perused. As he turned to order another, the bartender placed another bottle and a shot of tequila down in front of him. "From the lady." He said as he pointed in Jen's direction. Jen for her part licked the salt from the back of her hand, held a shot up in Mike's direction and then tossed it back, and bit into the lemon, all the while her eyes locked on his. Mike acknowledged her toast and quickly down the shot and moved in her direction.
They chatted, Mike bought a few of more rounds, with Jen flirting, her blues eyes looked deep into his as she asked him if he would take her home and make her his slut. Mike asked her what she meant, and she told him that she wanted him to take her home and use and abused her.
Thinking that it was the tequila talking Mike laughed and said loud enough for anyone listening to hear. "Sure Jen I'll take you home and treat you like the slut your are..." Little did he know that that statement would change his life forever.
As they left the bar, Mike asked. "Are you sure about this?"
Jen replied. "Honey I've never been so sure of anything in my life."
"Mike." She said huskily, "I'm your slut for this evening, treat me like your slut."
She turned and threw her arms around his neck and placed her open lips upon his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth!
Gasping for breath as she broke the kiss, "I want you to bang me so hard that I scream... I want you to tease me and torture me, I want it to hurt so good."
He led her to his car and she gave direction to her house. She lived out in the country on land she had inherited from grandfather. She explained that she had sold most of it to real-estate developers and had kept 100 acres, the farmhouse and the barn, the nearest neighbor was miles away.
As they drove and she told her story, her hands were on his thigh, and occasionally she would cup his groin and squeeze. She pressed her body against his and nibbled on his ear whispering, "I want to be your slut, make me your slut tonight Mike, treat me like a nasty slut."
When they finally arrived at her place he grabbed her by the back of the head and drug her out of the car telling her to strip. She stood there with a stunned look on her face.
"Now you slut, get out of the clothes! Don't make me tell you again."
Immediately she pulled her top over her head, revealing her luscious tits, and scrambled to remove her slacks and panties. Once she was naked Mike again grab the back of her head and forced her to kneel in front of him.
