The mare reared and hovered, her eyes so wide that the whites shone all the way around. Foam stood out on her flanks. When, finally, she let gravity win, she turned to shield her foal from the eyes of the men that stood on the other side of the fence.
They were so distracted by the spectacle, they didn't see Sally until she stepped between them on the fence line.
When she spoke, her voice was low and soothing. Her words, however, were not.
"Which one of you stupid mother fuckers went in there when I told you not to?"
"You tell me, or you're all looking for work."
"Ma'am?" It was the new hire; he didn't know not to call Sally 'Ma'am'. The rest of the crew snickered. He kept talking, even though his dark skin had paled to ash. "I didn't go in, but it's my fault."
He nodded to the plastic bag at the far end of the paddock. As if on cue, a breeze caught it, making in crinkle. The mare shied and snorted.
Sally fixed the new boy with her sternest gaze. He withered.
"Go up to the house and wait for me," she said. "The rest of you go back to work." She turned to the one older man on the crew. "Stay a bit, Bob?"
Sally moved slowly, even though the mare trusted her. It still took more than twenty minutes to get both horse and foal to come to the fence for a peppermint. Bob kept up the distraction while Sally soundlessly slipped into the paddock and retrieved the bag. She did her best to keep the plastic quiet, but she didn't really breathe until the gate closed behind her. There had never been a more nervous mother than that mare.
"You see any injuries?" Sally asked.
"No. Best be you that grooms her tonight, though. She's still skittish."
"I will. After I have a talk with Bag Boy."
He smirked at her. "Put the fear of God into him."
That usually wasn't too hard. She took after her father, at a towering six-foot-three. Hard work left her muscled and her mother's cooking gave her heft. Her ready temper came from both sides of the family. There was a reason why the hired men listened to her.
"Will do," Sally said, squaring her shoulders and heading back for the house.
Sally's mother ran the ranch from a small bookkeeping room on the first floor, just as she had when her husband had been alive. She still called the study 'Daddy's office' though her husband had been dead more than ten years. She still made dinner every night at six.
When Sally let herself into the house, her mother pushed open the door to the bookkeeping room.
"There's a boy waiting for you in your daddy's office."
Sally stood her full height and headed down the short hallway. The door was open, so she could see the guy, hunched and dusty, sitting on the edge of one of the armless chairs. Sweat made his dark skin shiny. She strode into the office, closed the door behind her, and sat at the desk.
"What's your name?" she asked.
His eyes barely flickered up to meet hers. "Dante Brown."
"What were you doing by my paddock, Dante Brown?"
"Couple of the guys told me that I had to pick up the cigarette butts around the fencing. That you'd have my hide--"
"You find any butts?"
"You ever see anyone smoking around my horses?"
"You remember being told that there's no smoking on my property?"
Sally gritted her teeth at all the fucking ma'ams. "So why the hell would you go where you're not supposed to go, to pick up something that isn't supposed to be there in the first place?"
He didn't answer.
"You want to work here tomorrow?"
"Then smarten up. The boys are fucking with you. If you don't learn to stand up to them, you're not going to last here long." He nodded, his eyes pinned to the floor. "And, stop fucking calling me Ma'am," she continued. "You understand me?"
Dante was sweating more now than he had been when she walked in. "Yes, Miss Sally."
"You stay away from that mare and her foal unless I ask you to do something there myself."
"Good. Now, go on back to work."
He stood. Maybe it was because his posture was hunched. Or it could have been the uncomfortable way he clasped his hands in front of him. There was just something in his demeanor that made Sally take a second look at him.
That's when she saw his hard-on. She didn’t mean for her eye to catch on the largest bulge she'd ever seen in any man's pants, but it did. Because, really, you can't hide an erection as large as the one Dante had, and Sally couldn't pretend she hadn't seen it.
She glanced up at him, they made eye contact, and his breath quickened. He licked his lips. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something but, instead, his eyes fell back to the floor. He seemed frozen to the spot.
His obvious arousal mixed with his bashfulness gave Sally a new sexual thrill. Warmth flooded her cheeks. She bit her lip, letting her eyes stray over him again. She looked his small, strong frame up and down. It seemed like he hesitated there on purpose, letting her study him.
After a few long moments, he hurried out of the office and into the hallway. He rushed to the front door and let himself out. Sally just sat there a moment, staring at the open office door. The blood, which had flooded to her cheeks, tickled her pussy, as well.
What the hell had just happened?
Sally was a man's size and did men's work, so most men treated her very much like one of their own. Bawdy jokes and slaps on the back. Conversations that centered around horses. If something sexual came up, it was directed at one of the more traditional rancher’s daughters.
The idea that she could be arousing to a young, strong man was a whole new thought.
The next morning, Sally was too busy with the yearlings to think about anything else. By the time she left the barn, it was mid-afternoon. She leaned on the fence and stretched her back. Then, she blinked twice. Someone was by the paddock with the skittish mare.
That sure as fuck had better be Bob. She headed over with long determined strides. And, as she approached, the figure came into better focus. A figure that looked an awful lot like Dante Brown.
He stood there, bold as brass, fixing the lock on the gate. Making a bit of noise, too. The mare looked at him warily and her skin jumped in a nervous way. Dante didn't look up as Sally approached, even though she wasn't exactly quiet. He must have been ignoring her.
“Whatcha doing over here, Dante?” she asked in a cool, measured tone.
“Fixing the lock, Ma’am.”
Ma’am? Sally clenched her fists. Was he trying to goad her?
“Give me these goddam tools and get up to the house," she said. "Now.”
She gave him a head start so that she would be able to cool off. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much good. In fact, thinking about Dante’s behavior on the way back to the house just made her madder. She was fuming by the time she knocked open the front door.
Her mother raised her eyebrows. “There’s a boy—“
“I know,” Sally interrupted.
“No need to get all snippy with me, Sally Jean.”
Sally drew a long, deep breath. She faced her mother. She may have outsized her mother by more than a foot and a hundred pounds, but she wouldn’t talk back to her. “Yes, Mama. Thank you.”
The old lady smiled a wry grin. “Boy looks like he’s about to wrestle a bear.”
“Maybe he is.”
Her mother cackled, slapped Sally’s shoulder, and returned to the bookkeeping room. Sally headed down the short hallway to the office.
Dante sat there, his hands clasped in his lap, a fine sheen of sweat making him look polished. His whole body tensed when she entered. It wasn’t enough. She slammed the door hard and he jumped.
She went behind the desk and gave him a hard look. “Was I not perfectly goddam clear when we talked yesterday about you going anywhere near that paddock, Dante?
“Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t call me Ma’am. You got me looking around for some old lady.”
“Sorry, Miss Sally.”
Sally narrowed her eyes at the boy. Something was strange.
His voice sounded off and his breath came too fast. He seemed scared, but that wasn’t exactly right either. It was like how some men get before they ride a bull for the first time. Like he was enjoying the adrenaline.
“So, are you asking me to fire you? Is that what you’re doing?”
“No, Miss Sally.”
“Then why did I find you in exactly the place I told you not to go?”
Then, Dante did the most astounding thing.
While Sally watched, he unzipped his lose work pants and withdrew his dick. It stood at full attention, long and thick. It was probably the most impressive thing on Dante’s body. In fact, it looked like it belonged to another man.
“What, exactly, do you fucking think you are doing?” Sally demanded in a snarl.
His cock twitched.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she watched his dick bob for a moment. Then she looked at Dante’s face. Scared, certainly. But, also... hopeful, maybe?
Her tone didn’t soften. Neither did his dick. “You answer me, Dante.”
His dick twitched again. Fluid beaded at the tip
"I messed up, Miss Sally. I sure don't want to lose my job," he said.
"And you think a girl like me is desperate for a fuck, do you?"
"No!" he protested, his voice almost squeaking. He cleared his throat. "You're just...."
"I'm just what?"
His eyes flickered to hers for the briefest moment. "You're just quite a sight when you're mad, Miss Sally."
Sally paused a moment while the words sunk in. Warmth flooded her. For some reason, that was a compliment that she really, really liked.
When she didn't answer right away, Dante shifted uncomfortably in an awkward attempt to pull up his pants.
Sally spoke before she knew that she intended to. "I didn't tell you to put it away."
His hands fell away from his lap, like they'd gone numb. His dick bobbed there. Sally came around the desk, towering over him. For once in her life, she liked being big when she was around a man.
"You been causing me a lot of tension," she said, her voice terse.
"I'm sorry, Miss Sally. I truly am."
"Yeah?" she said, unzipping her jeans.
He licked his lips. "Yes," he managed. This time his voice cracked on one syllable.
She pulled her jeans off without taking off her heavy, treaded work boots.
"You don't touch me," she said.
"No, Miss Sally,"
"And you don't come."
His cock bobbed again. It may have even gotten bigger.
""Cause if you blow your load while I'm riding you," she continued, stepping out of her white cotton underwear, "you're fired. Understand me?"
"Y-Yes, Miss Sally."
She laid her underwear on the desk and noted his eyes follow it. Hungry-like.
She straddled him, one leg planted on either side of the arm-less chair. She grasped his dick and ran her hands over it, her pussy hot. He moaned.
"Shh, you," Sally hushed. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. She loved the tension in his jaw.
"You going to feel the need to tell anyone about this?" she asked, fondling him.
"Who would I tell?"
It was good enough. She settled herself onto him, using her massive thigh muscles to go so slowly, Dante made a small sound in the back of his throat. It wasn't just teasing. Her body needed to get used to his substantial girth. He spread her open; that was for sure. She had to work herself on him before she could take him all.
When she could, though, her insides clutched at him. He pushed up when she came down, jolting pleasure all through her. He did it again and again, until she had to use his shoulders to steady herself.
"Shit," she gasped.
He was so large and the angle was so right, that he when he thrust up, it mashed her clit. She worked her hips, moving faster. His breath came in grunts. She looked at his face; his eyes were closed.
"Look at me," she told him.
He didn't obey. "I'm trying not to come."
Her body tightened down on him, making him moan. She didn't mean to do it; the thought that the site of her might be arousing was a whole new idea. Her body loved it.
"Look at me," she said again.
He opened his eyes, the sweat dripping off of him now, like he was throwing feed sacs. Her hips bounced quick and hard. His thrust kept up at a galloping pace. She felt the rise of pleasure and tilted her hips into it.
Dante sucked a breath. "Damn, Girl."
Between the obvious appreciation in his voice and his brutal endowments, Sally's orgasm exploded in a way that it never had before. She shuddered and shook, touching herself to prolong her pleasure. Instead, she shot to a second peak.
"Fuck," she gasped, coming to a slow stop on his still solid dick.
Slowly, carefully, she lifted herself off of him. His dick was shiny with her wetness. His thighs, too.
He was painfully, throbbingly erect. His breath still came fast and the fire was in his eyes. Sally, on the other hand, had never felt more languid. She stepped back into her panties and pants, falling into the desk chair, She looked at his unsatisfied tension with a kind of fascination.
"If you need to take care of that," she said, nodding at his cock, "you can do it out back."
"Yes, Miss Sally," he said, hurriedly tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.
After he handled himself, he sniffed his hand. Sally went warm again, liking the way he bit his full lip after he smelled her.
"Go on you," she told him. "Don't dawdle."
He jacked up his pants and hurried out of the room.
She waited to see if he would smirk over his shoulder at her or toss her a wink. If he made some move to act like he'd gotten one over on her, it would piss her off. But, he didn't. He stumbled out, his hands folded over his groin, his shoulders hunched, just as he always was.
He didn't look back. He took his dismissal quite literally. Sally felt herself getting wet again. She thought about the tense look on his face while she rode him. The concentration in his effort not to disappoint her. How watching her made it harder for him to hold back his orgasm.
Suddenly, she pushed back her chair and strode up the steps to her room. She peeked from behind the navy blue curtains and scanned the yard behind her house.
She had to look to find him. At first, she thought he hadn't stopped at all, which was an unexpected blow to her fragile, but inflating, ego. Then, she saw him. He was well-concealed in a clump of trees at the back of the yard. She couldn't see him well, but his subtle movement told her exactly what he was doing.
She narrowed her eyes and moved to the other side of the window. His body position was odd and the new angle told her why. While he jerked himself off, he held one hand over his mouth and nose. The hand that smelled like her.
She pushed her thick fingers into her pants again. Her body was all-too ready all-too soon. Her fingers flew over her slippery, swollen sex. She barely dared to blink; the sight of Dante getting off to her smell was too arousing.
She shuddered into her orgasm before he reached his. But it wasn't long before his motions became jerky. She imagined that she could hear his soft moan. Then, he was done. He gave a quick look around, hitched up his pants, and headed off to the barns.
Sally sat down on her bed, waiting for her breathing to go back to normal. She put her fingers to her nose. She hadn't ever bothered to care what she smelled like, other than clean. She inhaled once and considered if she'd like to have her nose buried in that scent.
It was perfumy and musky, dusky and earthy. Not exactly something for tasting, but she didn't mind smelling it. It made her feel a little dirty that she liked it.
It was four days before Sally saw Dante again. Truth be told, she avoided him.
After much thought, she came to a few conclusions. First, it was a terrible idea to fuck one of the hired guys. Second, since she'd already gone there, it would be a bad idea to fuck him twice. Third, the only way she was going to achieve that was if she didn't see the man.
Because, the very thought of him had her bothered. Four nights in a row she writhed to orgasm, remembering his need-filled face. Remembering how she used him and how he let her. How his cock bobbed when she reprimanded him.
She kept her ear to the ground that week. When men fucked around, it raised their esteem. When women did the same, it had an opposite effect. She lived in dread that Dante had shared their little encounter.
Nonetheless, after four days, there wasn't a hint of a rumor. Nothing but the usual: three fights, one involving Dante; one boy reprimanded for sleeping in the barn; and another for being late three days in a row. Nobody had a change of demeanor. It seemed like Dante was as good as his word and hadn't said anything.
Despite all of Sally's resolve, she did find herself riding her horse past the mare's paddock more and more often. And, when after four days, she saw a figure working on the gate, she couldn't deny the hopeful leap in her chest and a heartbeat in her crotch.
She directed her horse to where he worked. This must not have been the first time he dared to play with the gate; the mare watched him, but didn't react to him. Clearly, she was getting used to him.
After four days of thinking of the boy, the sight of him was just too much. His dusty work clothes and the canvas bag slung over his shoulders. His small, strong stature. Her need became an ache. All her resolve melted away.
"Dante?" she said from the double height of horseback.
He squinted up at her. "Miss Sally."
"You're spooking my mare and causing me tension."
He looked away.
"I make rash decisions when I'm tense."
He glanced back up at her. His shoulders curled away from her. But, like in the office, he couldn't hide the bulge in his pants.
"You want me to get on up to the house?" he asked.
"I sure wouldn't mind."
He settled the canvas bag on his hip before he took off for the house. Sally headed for the barn and put away her horse. Then, back to the house as quickly as she could. She didn't even look to the bookkeeping room until her mother's voice chased her down the short hallway.
She took a long breath and turned around. Her mother leaned out of the doorway. "There's a boy waiting for you."
"I already had an idea of that."
"Just so as you're not surprised."
Sally turned on her heel and headed to the office, closing the door behind her. Dante sat at the edge of his armless, wooden chair. The canvas bag sat in his lap. Sally leaned up against the desk, looking down at him.
Before she could say anything, he handed her the bag.
"It's for you, Miss Sally."
She opened the bag, looked inside, wrinkled her eyebrows, and looked back at him. He stared at his hands. She looked back in the bag.
A strap-on. The phallus was nearly the size of Dante and the holster was a sturdy, large panty, with a vibrator in the crotch. She had an immediate mental image of using this thing on Dante and an almost-as-immediate response of wet throbbing in her groin.
She laid it on the edge of the desk. There was also a bottle of lubricant. She sat the bottle beside it. She wasn’t really sure of what to say.
“I had this thought...,” Dante stated before he trailed off.
“Well, go on.”
“I thought that maybe reliving your tension ought to be a more regular thing. That catching it when you’re mad as hell would help, but keeping you from getting there would be a better plan.”
Sally’s arousal went to a hotter place. “Like you think you should just come up to the house on Mondays, because I’ll be tense regardless?”
“Maybe Mondays and Thursdays, both.”
She looked at him but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. It was a bold offer for a man who couldn’t look at her. And, she couldn’t deny that the idea of a couple of fucks a week with a strong fellow who was well-blessed was a pretty attractive idea.
“You want me to use this thing on you?” she asked, gesturing to the strap-on. “You’d like it?”
His dark cheeks got a reddish tinge. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I guess I’d fucking notice if you were gay,” she snapped.
Yes, he was definitely blushing. It was clear even with his dark complexion.
“I’d like it,” he managed in a low voice.
She made a decision that wasn’t even a decision. It was an urge, fueled by a need. “Well, then, get your pants off and get on your knees,” she said.
She stepped out of her work pants like she had before, pulling her boot-clad foot through the legs. She took off her full underwear, too, and dropped it on the floor on top of her pants. Then, she put on the strap-on. The harness was a little tight, but it held the plastic vibrator in place. There was an on-off switch on her hip, but she didn’t play with it yet.
It was a strange sensation, having a rubber dick jutting out from her body. It didn’t seem exactly foreign, nor was it exactly hers. She handled it and tried to imagine what it must be like to have a real one. It did leave her feeling powerful in a different way than usual.
Dante stripped out of his pants and underwear. His shirt, too. He knelt on the floor of the office, his huge erection already leaking. When he went on hands and knees, Sally took a moment to admire his ass. It was round and muscular. She knelt behind him and kneaded his cheeks for a few minutes.
His breathing got uneven.
She separated them and looked at his anus. It was a perfect pucker and, to her eyes, way too small for the big dildo she intended to put there. His breathing took on a vocal quality. She smeared a little lube on her finger and rubbed it over his hole.
Sally hadn’t been part of anal sex in any way before, and swore that she never would. Nonetheless, she couldn’t deny what a feeling of power it gave her to press her slick, slippery finger into Dante and have his body accept the invasion. She entered him to the second knuckle and heard his sigh. She added more lube and another finger, watching him expand to accept her.
She couldn’t quite believe that he was enjoying himself so she reached around to the front of him and felt for his erection. He was as solid as a man could be. She stroked him up and down once and listened to his strangled groan.
She poured the lube on the phallus and still more over his anus, working her fingers roughly. Then, she withdrew her hand, pressed the head of the dildo at his opening, and thrust with her hips. There was resistance but she knew that it wouldn’t be hard to push past it. She didn’t; she moved slowly, but she knew she didn't have to.
Sally withdrew about halfway and pushed in further. On her third thrust, the whole dildo disappeared into him. It was fascinating to watch: long, thick rubber lost into his ass. His muscles spasmed and his thighs trembled. She pulled out smoothly and pushed in again. She held his hips and did it again.
She couldn’t deny that it was getting her hot. The little sounds that he made. Knowing that he wanted this. Being the one in charge.
She turned on the vibrator. The harness was tight enough that it held the plastic against her. As she thrust, it worked its textured, vibrating surface back and forth over her sex. She went faster, starting to chase her orgasm.
Dante's hips moved against her, accepting each thrust. His hands balled into fists on the floor. The sounds he made, half pleasure and half pain, just urged her on. Sally reached around again and grasped his dick.
“Shit!” he gasped.
He fell onto his elbows, his head on the floor. It made her even hotter. It made her feel nasty.
“Are you my dog?” she asked, pulling his cock, her hands slippery. “Waiting there on your knees for me to rut with you?” she said. “Presenting your ass to me.”
Dante’s dick twitched in her hand.
“You want to come,” she taunted, going faster, feeling her own build. “Don’t you dare, though. Not until I say.”
She fucked him harder than she planned to because the vibrator between her legs felt so good. Every sound he made told her that he wanted what happening to him. Every sound he made got her even hotter. His balls got tight in her caressing hand.
Her orgasm was an explosion of the senses. The sight of Dante on his elbows and knees with black rubber disappearing into him, the feel of the vibrator relentlessly stimulating her, the smell of dirt and sex, and the sounds they both made. She gripped his hip with one hand and held his cock with the other while she continued to work the phallus until she was done. Then, she turned off the vibrator.
But he wasn’t done. His solid cock still twitched in her palm. She pulled out and thrust back in, hearing his moan.
“I’ll bet you have a powerful need to come,” she said.
“Please, Miss Sally.”
She moved very slowly, both her hand and the strap-on. “You do it on the floor like the dog you are,” she told him. He groaned, as if the debasement just made the whole situation better. She worked him with her hand at a too-slow pace. His body twisted under her, slick with sweat.
Slowly, slowly, his hand slid across the wooden floor. At first Sally didn’t know what he was doing, but then she saw her pile of clothes on the floor. Her overly-large underwear on the top of the pile. Dante snagged it, and held the crotch to his nose and mouth.
“You’re not just a dog,” she told him, “You’re a dirty, dirty dog.”
He glanced back at her once, like he was fearful, but he didn’t offer to give back the underpants.
“Lick it,” she told him, finding a pace for her fucking and stroking. His pink tongue touched the cotton and he whimpered. She went faster. His body trembled. He put the crotch of the panties in his mouth. Sally turned the vibrator on again.
They came together on the floor of the office: him in a puddle and her, for the second time, on top of him. Sally had to admit that this was some of the most effective tension release that she’d ever been a part of. Sex had never been so satisfying.
She withdrew the phallus from him and watched him flinch. Then she took it off and put on her pants.
“I can keep this?” Sally asked, looking at the strap-on.
“Surely,” Dante said, putting his clothes back on.
“You’re going to come back up here on Thursday? Say, around three?”
He looked her in the face for the first time. She saw an open, sweet-faced boy that she wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been so bold.
“I sure would like that,” he said softly.
“I would, too.”
He smiled the widest, whitest smile that she had ever seen. “I won’t tell anyone,” he offered.
“I won’t either.”
As nervous as she had been about the men finding out about her fucking, she knew Dante was probably twice as much so. Especially if she started talking about this specific act. His relief showed.
Then, without any further ado, he finished dressing, nodded to her, and made to leave.
“Hey,” she said.
He turned back.
“You forgot these.” She handed him her underwear. She hadn’t bothered putting them back on, she was so wet. And besides, she could always say that he stole them out of the laundry.
His grin got even bigger. He stuffed the underwear into his pocket and hurried out of the house.
On Thursday, Sally was more excited than she cared to admit. She waited in her office from two-forty-five until three-fifteen. At that point she started to get mad. Of course he stood her up. The novelty of being fucked by a large, bullish woman had worn off.
She stomped out of the house at three-thirty with no other plan than to get on her horse and ride. But, it was a commotion around the side of the barn that slowed her down. Usually, she didn’t get involved in the scraps the boys got into. She let Old Bob manage those.
Still, she was curious. And the sound of other people fighting made her calmer.
She looked around the corner of the barn and saw three of the hired boys taunting a fourth. His flannel shirt was pulled up over his head, but Sally could tell from the short stature and the dark complexion that it was Dante.
A flash of anger went through Sally. It was unexpected. It was protective. He was hers, after all. Nobody abused him but her.
She stepped from around the house. "Hey!" she barked.
The fight stopped immediately. The three boys stood almost at attention. Dante straightened his shirt and looked at the ground.
"You got so much fucking time on your hands that you can be pulling this horse-shit," she growled.
"No, Ma'am," the tallest boy said. His friend elbowed him. Sally saw Dante's lips twitch, like he wanted to smile. "I mean, Miss Sally," the boy corrected quickly.
"And you," Sally said, turning to Dante. "You been the center of a lot of trouble lately. Get on up to my office. We need to have a talk, you and me."
Her groin throbbed while she addressed Dante. His hands sneaked around to the front of him and folded over his crotch. He turned and hurried up the path to the house.
She turned back to the three boys. "Go on back to work."
"Yes, Miss Sally," they said, almost in unison.
Sally hurried after Dante. She entered the house and without even stopping, she called, "There's a boy in Daddy's office, Momma. I'm going to be a few minutes with him."
"Fair enough, Sally Jean," her mother called back from the bookkeeping room.
Sally entered her office and closed the door behind her. Dante sat in one of the armless chairs, his eyes pinned to the ground. There was no doubt as to the willingness of his erection.
"Are you my dirty dog, Dante?" she asked, pulling on the buttons of her pants.
"I sure am, Miss Sally."
"Then let me see you on your knees."
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