I've never been the kind to mind being used by a woman. If a woman needs some physical satisfaction and turns to me to achieve it, who am I to complain? I'm a good looking guy. I work hard and play harder. I've never had trouble loving and leaving.
But I can't get Sam out of my head.
Her taught nipples, puckered up into tight little buds, straining against the thin material of her tank top; the sweet curve of her ass, accentuated by skin tight jeans, begging to be spread wide and plundered; her pouty mouth, curved into a wicked little grin, as she thinks about my big cock deep inside her sweet little pussy. I shake my head trying to clear those images, and a dozen more just like them.
It's been a rough couple of days.
Two days ago, my first day on this ranch, she jumped me. Sam enticed me with that hot little body, played the part of a broke in little slut and, come to find out, she's a virgin. I've never been played like that before. I never saw it coming. But now, it won't stop eating away at me. I need to feel her against me, I want to make her squirm and squeal and beg for my cock. I don't really think that it'll be hard, not if she could already play the part so well, but I want her to regret her game. I want to see fear in her eyes and make sure she damn well knows that she's not in charge.
A girl shouldn't toy with a man.
Just then, as if knowing where my mind has wandered, Sam rides up on her big grey gelding. One of the other hands and I are right in the middle of mending fences on the south end of the property. It's close to noon and the Arizona sun is beating down pretty mercilessly, even for March. I steal a glance at her from under my hat. She's sporting her usual tank top and jeans, though today she's added a long sleeved button down shirt (probably to keep her creamy skin from burning). It does little to actually cover her up though, as she's left the top three buttons undone, and tied the shirt tails in a knot under her breasts, as if making sure they're on display. Immediately my dick starts to strain against my jeans.
"Ethan, Jake." She nods a greeting at us. "Jorge needs help with a busted line at the well. He asked for you Jake." I could see her swallow hard and fidget with the reins.
"Shit, Sam, are you serious?" Jake cursed under his breath and slapped his gloves against his thigh. "Here it is practically noon, these fences are top priority and fucking Jorge can't get his shit together at the well." He cursed again.
"I'll help Ethan with the fence, Jake. Just go help Jorge." She sighed and swung off her gelding. "Take the truck back and Ethan and I will sort this out." She glanced at me with nervous eyes.
Jake nodded in agreement and without further ado, hopped in the old rattle trap of a pickup and was gone, a trail of dust verifying that Sam and I were alone. I could tell she hadn't thought through her plan far enough to consider this; the fact that I was still here, having to work with her everyday, even though she'd felt me deep inside her. She didn't know who I was. She didn't know if she could trust me or not. All she had thought when she had seen me was that I looked like the kind of guy who could fuck her like she'd always dreamed of. Her inexperience was showing. I could see the worry in her eyes, how tense she was. There was no way she was going to relax around me, not now, not after having my thick shaft split her virgin hole wide open. To tell you the truth, I was okay with it. I grinned.