Buck Me Cowboy

Goddamn, she’s perfect because meatloaf is my fave. All the other kids hated it, but I loved it, and Maisie sets down a steaming pile in front of me, savory and aromatic, making my mouth water.

“Ummm,” I grunt, taking a huge bite. “This is damn tasty.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she laughs, sitting down across from me, and digging into her own food. “It’s easy to make, lots of carrots and mashed potatoes, plus a side of chuck roast.”

I almost choke, dick going stiff again. Is she playing with me? Chuck roast? I that a reference to my man parts? But Maisie only smiles before taking another bite of her food.

“Carrots, peas, and lots of mashed potatoes,” she says sweetly again. “Lots of vitamins and minerals.”

Aww shit. It’s not her, it’s me. I’m the fucking dirty bastard, the brunette’s innocent and nubile, with no idea of her charm. So I force myself to be polite, the kind of guest you’d want at your dinner table.

“This food is delicious, you should be a professional chef,” I compliment, taking another huge bite.

“Oh thanks,” she laughs. “But maybe in another life. Because in this life, I want the Double H to succeed,” she says with a set to her chin. “This is my home, my farm, and I want it to work.”

I like her determination. It takes a lot to succeed in this business, blood, sweat and tears, plus some luck. So I compliment her again.

“You will,” I rumble assuringly. “After I finish the repairs on this place, you’re gonna be able to run this finger with just the push of a button,” I promise.

“Oh good,” she laughs. “With just my pinkie finger on the steering wheel?”

“Just your pinkie,” I agree, and with that, we both laugh. The meal is delicious, and the conversation even better. Somehow, I’m entranced by this sweet thing, even though she can’t be more than eighteen. The brunette’s witty, sharp, and intelligent, and once we’re done, I offer to help with the dishes.

“No, no, you’re my guest,” Maisie says, swatting my hand away. “I couldn’t possibly.”

“Naw, it’s no problem,” I say gruffly. “I don’t mind.”

But Maisie won’t let me, and before long, the kitchen’s tidied up and we’re ready for bed.

“Tyler,” she says slowly. “I’ve decided you can stay in the house,” she says blushing. “Since you’re doing the repairs here for free, I owe you at least that much.”

“Why, you afraid of something little girl?” I drawl, one eyebrow arched at her.

She blushes.

“No, not exactly. Well, yes, of course,” she rushes, looking back down at my crotch before going scarlet again. “I mean, yes, but no, you can’t hurt me, not with that leg, you know?” she stammers, red like a fire engine now.

I almost burst out laughing, but this is the wrong time. So I act like a gentleman.

“No, I can’t hurt you, not like this,” I agree smoothly, gesturing to my leg, although of course, she has no idea. If I wanted that pussy on my dick now, it’d be seated deep even as we speak, screaming with pleasure, fucked so hard.

But I keep my composure.

“Naw, I can’t hurt much of anything right now, with my injury and all,” comes my growl.

Maisie smiles.

“That’s why it’s okay,” she says lightly, relieved. “Let me show you to your room.”

And with that, we go up the stairs, stopping when we get to a rickety old room on the side, with a quilt-covered saggy bed and spindly rocking chair in one corner. Shit, my back is gonna hurt after this is all over, that mattress sucks. Not only that, but it’ll be hard to fuck her thoroughly without breaking the joints, the bed couldn’t possibly withstand the hammering force. But no need to let her know just yet.

“Thanks,” I say smoothly. “Sweet dreams, sugar pie.”

Her lips part, almost like she’s expecting me to kiss her goodnight. But it pays to keep women on their toes, to keep ‘em guessing, so I shut the door firmly.

But once those soft footsteps disappear down the hall, I’m on it like a madman. Oh yeah, my dong’s out, hard and stiff, the tip already dripping with lust. Because Maisie is so fucking sexy. My lifesaver has made me into a caveman, desperate to get inside that curvy bod.

But the time isn’t right, so I fist my fuckpole, groaning mightily as my hands go up and down the veiny length. Fuck, those tits. Fuck, that pink pout, that huge creamy ass. I can’t wait to see her legs part as she does the splits over my cock. Because it’s gonna happen, it’s absolutely gonna happen if I have to break down her bedroom door myself.

But not tonight. Tonight, I’m pleasuring myself and with a long drawn-out groan, I come in my hand, big dick jerking and twitching mightily, cum splashing all over my fist. It’s goopy and hot, leaving a sticky wet mess, but at least it’s done. At least I’m not gonna break down her door, shoving this huge whack job up that tight cunt. She’s safe for tonight.