I get a kick out of the small things in life. "Want to go to the Rodeo with me?" Obi asked, his dark eyes shining with a million possibilities.
"For what?"
"I dunno, in the mood to see some guys get injured, I guess. Besides, I heard there are a lot of chicks that dig the Rodeo scene."
I stroked my beard, "I ain't wearing no damn cowboy hat."
"Of course not. I just thought it be fun to change shit up. You know, find some tail in a new location that we're not used to."
"Like you're gonna get laid, Obi. Your cock is covered in cobwebs and dust bunnies," I joked.
Obi glares at me, before punching me in the arm. "Do you want to ride a cowgirl or not?" he asked, forcing me to get serious and make a decision.
"No, Dick, I want a cowgirl to ride me."
Obi rolled his eyes, while pushing me out the front of the compound. "We should probably take a cage, not sure how those cowboys will take us riding up on our cruisers."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Nothing worse than brawling with a bunch of drunk cowboys. But I ain't taking off my cut, this shit is like a second skin. No fucking cowgirl is worth shedding my cut."
"Agreed. Cuts stay on."
We piled into an old beat-up pickup truck and drove over to where the town was hosting the rodeo. The second we parked; we were already getting looks. Nobody was stupid enough to start anything, but I noticed a few guys in cowboy hats puffing up like roosters when I hopped out of the truck. Do it, Dude, just try to start something. I didn't give them a second thought, not when a pretty little number in Daisy Dukes, a pink cowboy hat, and a tied plaid shirt walked past us with a few friends looked me up and down.
"Damn, Switchblade, we ain't even out of the parking lot and you're already catching a lady's eye."
She looked young, but young had its advantages. Yes, the little lady in plaid was exactly what I needed to role play my cowgirl fantasy. I whistled at her, clicking my tongue to get her attention.
"Hey, Sweetheart, wanna go for a ride?" I yelled after her.
She and her friends stopped to face me and Obi. "In your dreams, Asshole," she remarked, laughing like I was the biggest joke in the world. "I only do cowboys."
Her friends laughed. "Yeah she's a fucking Saddle Stalker. (<----- click the link to read an amazing book. I Thought I'd give a personal shout out to my girl Annelise ;) you know you love me.) Unless you're wearing blue jeans and a cowboy hat, she's not going to give you a second look."
The girls walked off and I knew that I had zero chance of wooing that specific Saddle Stalker.
As the night rolled on, my confidence deflated along with my ego. Girl after girl laughed at me like I was covered in herpes. None of them were interested in taking a biker for a spin, and it seemed like the Rodeo was not a place for chasing tail after all.
Then, it was like the heaven's opened up and the deities above were smiling down on me, because as I turned a corner, I saw her. There she was working a leather booth, wearing black boots, a matching black cowboy hat, tight as fuck red jeans with perfectly placed rips in them, and a fucking Metallica t-shirt! Out of every chick in this place, she was the one that fit me like a glove.
Obi must've seen her, too, because he started walking her way. I immediately grabbed him by his cut and pulled him back. "VP outranks Treasurer, this one is mine."
"Fuck. Do you ever get tired of pussy?"
"Is that even a question?" I asked him, shooting him a condescending smile. "God put pussy on this Earth to get fucked, and I'm not going to let the man down by not using it to my full advantage."
"You're fucking insane," he exclaimed, propping himself up against a light pole. "Let's see the master at work."
I took his words as a challenge and sauntered up to the pretty girl manning the leather booth. "I bet you look real pretty wrapped in leather," I told her, hoping she'd look up at me. She did, and those brown eyes sparkled with a million questions.
"Excuse me?"
"The name's Switchblade, been combing these grounds for hours looking for a woman worthy enough to talk to. Then I saw you standing over here looking all out of place in your Metallica shirt and cowboy hat, and knew you probably needed a friend."
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I only go after men that like to ride things."
"Hell, Baby girl, I ride things all day. In the mornings, I ride my chopper to the nearest grocery store. I ride to my club when they get out of line, and I'll ride you tonight, if you're interested in having a little fun."
She glared at me. "Do I look that easy?"
"No, you look that beautiful." She slightly blushed over my compliment, and I knew I was starting to break down her walls.
Her eyes roved over my body. She was at least a whole foot shorter than me, but the perfect height to bend over and fuck. Her long brown hair was covering one of her eyes. She had to push it out of her face just to look at me.
"Still not interested."
I noticed some rope sitting behind her and grinned. "Are you interested in making a little wager?"
She looked up at me curiously. "Maybe."
"You take off running. If I can rope you with that rope back there, you spend the night with me. If not, I'll walk away and leave you alone."
She grinned. "I'm pretty fucking fast, that's a wager you'd definitely lose."
"Care to test your theory?"
She sat there and pondered my request, then looked over at the other person who she was helping in the booth. He looked like he was her grandfather or something. "Papa, I need to take a little break. Is that okay?"
"Whatcha say, Erica?"
Thank God for half deaf grandpas. Now I had a name to go with my conquest.
She shouted at him. "I'm gonna take a break."
"Oh, okay, Sweetie, go have some fun." The old man didn't even look at me, he was too busy branding a swatch of leather with someone's name.
"So, your name is Erica?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, but it's the last time you'll be using it tonight. You got two minutes to try to rope me. If you don't within that time, you don't get a night with me."
It was clear that Erica had no idea that I spent most of my youth roping cattle, because she handed me the rope and grinned. "I get a twenty second head start, too." I watched her take off in a sprint, and sure as shit, that chick could run like a little filly. Thankfully, I was light on my feet, too. I chased her through the crowd, creating a lasso as I went, until she and I were on a bluff overlooking the rodeo. The seconds were ticking down, and I started twirling that rope over my head, ready to hogtie and wrestle her down like a naughty little heifer. From where we were, nobody could see us, so the second she tried to make a dash past me, I sent the lasso flying. Within seconds the rope was around her shoulders, stopping her from running any further.
"Gotcha," I shouted, as I tugged the rope in, bringing her closer and closer to me.
She looked turned on but also frightened, and the second she was within grabbing distance, I had my hands wrapped around her. "My grandpa used to calf rope. He taught me everything I know."
Her brown eyes glittered in the moonlight. I noticed her worried frown had shifted into an amused smile. "You tricked me."
"No, you assumed you had the upper hand. Now this upper hand is going to travel down that fucking beautiful body." Her body quivered under my touch. I started to lift the rope up over her head, but she stopped me.
"Keep it on. I like to be tied up when I fuck."
"I was hoping you would say that." I coiled the rope around her arms, binding them to her sides. leaving enough room for me to lift her shirt and expose her beautiful tits. "Let's go back a bit further where we won't be bothered."
I carried her toward a gazebo that was smack dab in the middle of a park. Nobody was around, so the second I got her secluded, those tits were out and my mouth was sucking in one of her perky nipples.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," she swooned.
"When was the last time a man touched you like this, Erica?"
She shrugged. "It's been a while."
"I got a saying from where I come. No lady is ever truly satisfied until they've been Switched. Are you ready to be Switched, Erica?"
She hissed as my teeth bit into her nipple. "Fuck, yes."
It was a gift, really. Women may seem like they don't want me, but after a while, they all fucking cave. I didn't bother unbinding her. The rope was a extra handle that allowed me to position her how I wanted. I guided her to her knees and pulled down my jeans until my cock was out and pointing at her face.
"Let's see how that dirty mouth feels around my dick." She wasn't in a position to handle me herself, so I pulled the ropes closer giving her the up close version of my cock. "That's it, suck it all the way to the back of that throat, I want to feel your tonsils."
Erica obliged, sucking my cock as far in her mouth as she could, showing me she had no fucking gag reflex. She spent the next few minutes sliding her warm mouth up and down my cock. I wished she had a free hand, because I knew it would be ten times better if she could take control. "Fuck, Erica, you suck cock like a Goddess."
Her little flirty wink sent me over the edge and I knew I had to feel what her pussy felt like clenching around my dick. As much as I liked finishing in a woman's mouth, the best place to release my seed has always been deep inside warm pussy. I sheathed my weapon, ready to strike the second I had her pants down to her ankles.
"I don't want Papa worrying about where you are, so we'll make this quick, Baby. You already got me near cumming, and if I'm going to explode, I want it to be buried balls deep inside of you."
I noticed she had a set of lips tattooed on her ass, and just for fun I gave those lips a playful little smack before sliding between her walls. She was tight as fuck, almost like had never been spread open, but the second I heard her pleasured moans, I knew Erica was just a little out of practice.
I grabbed the rope and pulled her back towards me, allowing my dick a deeper penetration. "OH, FUCK!" She screamed. "Why does this feel so fucking good?"
"Because being Switched is a badge of honor, Baby, and now that you've joined the club, you know how to spread the word."
"So, you're a man whore," she groaned as my thrusts got more powerful and the angle more difficult.
"You could say that. I like to think of myself as having major pussy appreciation. I appreciate any pussy that my cock can get a hold of."
She moaned loudly as I pulled on the rope, the scratchy twine biting into her arms. I reached
around and played with her tits, pulling the nipple between my fingers, and matching my thrust to each hard tug I did on her nipple. "I bet you fucking love this, Erica."
"I do."
"I knew the second I saw you that you wouldn't say no."
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. Erica's moans echoed through the Gazebo. I'm sure if someone passing by heard her, they would think she was being slapped with how hard and loud my pelvis is smacking against her tight pussy. I had her exactly where I wanted her, until she opened her mouth again.
"You think you have the upper hand, Switchblade, but what you don't know is that I've had my eye on you since you pulled up in that beat up cage. I fucking know exactly who you are, and if I hadn't wanted you to catch me, your sissy-ass lassoing skills would've never caught me."
Her words had me stopping mid thrust. "What do you mean?" I pulled out of her, wondering what kind of crazy shit I just got myself involved with. Are we talking Club Chaser? Revenge Maker? Or did I have myself a Switchy Stalker that I didn't know about?
She turned her head to look at me. A devious smile rode her pretty face like a wild pony. She sat up, and I had no idea how, but somehow the rope was missing from her body and now wrapped around me like a constricting anaconda.
"What I mean, Switchblade, is that I'm a fucking woman with outrageous needs. I like my men, tall, strong, and ready to buck me like a bronco. So now that I've got you're fine body all tied up with no where to go, I'm gonna hop on your lap and fuck that cock like I'm riding a wild horse. You better fucking give me one crazy ride, or I might just keep you tied up and feed you to all those chap wearing wolves that want to tear you apart down there." Erica pushed me down on the bench and crawled up my body until her pussy was sliding slowly down my cock. "Now, my fine ass Bronco, we know how good you are at fucking, but let's just see how good you are at bucking . . ."
Her eyes bore down on me, and I watched my little calf go from easy to catch to controlling cowgirl in two in seconds.
"NOW BUCK ME MOTHERFUCKER! BUCK ME!"
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Yes, my beautiful Sweet Butts, that's all you're gonna get. You know I like to let your imaginations run wild. I hope you have some real fucking wet dreams over that one because I was lucky to get out of that situation alive. Though, I must say, I make one hell of a fucking good Bronco.
Until next time, ladies.
Always in your dreams,
Switchblade.
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