Just Getting Even

Chapter One “Ah, fresh meat awaits,” I said to myself, as I drove into the parking lot. “There’s got to be some young guy in there who’d love to get in my pants tonight. Not that he ever will, but he doesn’t know that, and it certainly won’t be love. No, he’ll end up in handcuffs and chains and will feel the never-ending pain of my whip.” I had arrived at a little local honky-tonk just a few miles out of town. The music blasted out to the highway, as I struggled to find a parking place. I knew that by this time of night the alcohol would be working on my intended target, and he wouldn’t even know it until it was too late. As I parked my truck way out back at the further end of the parking lot, I could feel a deep, s****l tingle in my p***y. I was so hot just thinking about tonight’s adventure. I knew that before the night was over I would have an unwilling victim for my harem of slaves. I imagined his screams, as I’d brutally beat his balls and left thick, blackening welts across his ass. My excitement grew. My p***y was actually wet as I strolled over to the bar and ordered a beer. There in front of me were dozens of horny, handsome studs just waiting for the right girl. I laughed. They all had hopes of getting laid tonight, but few of them actually would. I looked around and noticed the stares from many of those over-sexed guys. “What ya having there, Missy?” “One of them,” I said, looking off to the side of the dance floor. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me a Lead Dog.” After looking around a bit longer, I finally got my beer and took a sip straight from the bottle. It didn’t take long to get the attention of several young, make-believe cowboys in their tight jeans, big fancy buckles and polished western boots. I too had dressed for the occasion and had all the right bait - skin tight Daisy Dukes that were extra low on my hips and cut off right at my crotch. I wore a white, almost see-thru blouse that was open almost to my navel. It was unbuttoned and just tied loosely at the bottom. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the excitement of the moment made my n*****s hard, leaving definite marks in the thin cotton cloth. Yea, my breasts aren’t very big, but as some guys say, “anything over a mouthful’s a waste.” I had enough to make them stare and get their attention. My fancy western boots with tall slender heals were just the icing on the cake, making my legs look extra-long. God! There are several out there that seem to fit the bill, I thought. I knew that sooner or later they’d all approach me and give it a try. Boy was I ever right. A tall guy in tight jeans and a wide western hat was the first in line. “Can I buy you another beer?” he asked. “Depends…. What’s it going to cost me?” I yelled, as the music of Sundown echoed across the dance floor. “What do you mean?” “Well how I figure it, you buy me a beer and then expect to f**k me later,” I responded with a little smile. “Maybe… we’d have to see how things work out.” “Oh, there’s no doubt what you have in mind. After all, we all come here for the same reason. So tell me… what do you have to offer?” “What do you mean?” he asked. “Well, you can plainly see what you’re getting. It’s pretty much out in the open - nice firm t**s, long legs and a great ass. What do you have you’re so proud of? I don’t see much of a bulge in those tight Wranglers. You got seven or eight inches of c**k hiding in there to satisfy me for the night? I like big d***s with the ability and endurance to please a woman for a long, long time. It’s not going to be one of those ‘wham-bam, thank you ma’am’ situations, where you get your rocks off in just a couple of minutes, and I’m lying there hoping for something more.” “Boy, you get right to the point, don’t you?” “Yea, it’s my p***y you’re after, isn’t it? “Ah….” “Besides that, I like a guy who’ll spend endless hours with his head between my legs and his tongue deep in my t**t. That’s what it takes to satisfy me. This isn’t just going to be a quick f**k and then I’m forgotten. A woman has needs as well, and a real man knows it and is willing to do something about it.” After all that, he just walked away with his tail tucked between his legs, as I chuckled to myself. Maybe he only has a five inch d**k. Maybe he doesn’t like to eat p***y either. Hell, the night is real young, and he was only the first in a very long line of possible suitors. I knew that sooner or later the right guy would come along. Several more guys did. I was immediately turned off by them. I want a really good looking guy with a great body who has an attitude that needs to be taken down a few notches. He has to think he’s the greatest stud in the bunch. It’s like breaking a wild stallion. You have to show them who’s the boss and who will be in charge right from the get go. Finally I think Mister Right wandered up. He was tall and really good looking with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. By the looks I figured he was twenty-one or two years old, but he had that special look about him – confident and sure about himself. “I’ve been watching you for quite a while,” he said. “I see you’re rather fussy.” “Why, ‘cause I know what I like.” “What’s that? What do you like, little lady?” “I’m not just some sleazy broad who’s desperate to have a guy in her life. I’ve had loads of guys and only certain ones are going to get in these britches.” “Obviously, you need one now, or you wouldn’t be here tonight, strutting that magnificent body around the bar, looking for a taker.” “I’m not strutting.” “No, you don’t have to. It’s obvious that you can have any guy you want. Maybe I can be that guy, if I meet your strict criteria. What do you really want?” “A guy with a seven or eight inch d**k who knows how to use it, as well as a talented tongue with a little magic in its tip.” He just laughed. “As I said before, you’re rather picky about certain things.” “I can afford to be.” “I bet you can.” “I see you aren’t walking away like the last few guys.” “I don’t have to. I’ve got the goods you’re seekin’ and know how to satisfy a woman,” she said with a sort of Texan drawl. “Do you like to eat p***y?” “Oh yea – the breakfast of champions as some people refer to it. I’ve never turned one down yet. Actually it’s one of my favorite meals. The real s*x is just the icing on the cake – the desert, so to speak. You know… the climax of the whole night.” He was really peaking my interest. “So, what are your thoughts about doing things just a little bit kinky?” “What do have in mind? I’m pretty open minded. Over the years the only thing I’ve ever drawn the line on is when some woman wanted to s**t on my chest.” I just laughed. “No, I like a little bit of bondage every once in a while.” “Do you like to be tied up or the other way around?” “Either one… well, maybe both before the night is out. It really turns me on and gets me all excited. I just might let you tie me down and have your way with me for as long as you want. But, what would happen if I tied you spread eagle on the bed and just rode your tongue and big, hard c**k ‘til morning,” I asked, as I looked down at his growing bulge. That really excited him. “I’d like that,” he replied. “I can tell,” I said with a coy little smile, as I pushed my hand against his jeans. Oh, this guy was getting hotter by the minute. There was no doubt he’s the one I want – tall, handsome, well-built and willing. Yup, he’s my next pain slave. “Tell you what… I’ve got an old green Chevy pick-up out at the north end of the parking lot. Take your time and finish your beer. Meet me out there in half an hour. There’s no big hurry. It’s going to be a really long night before we’re done.” “I’ll be there.” “Good. Just give me a little while. I’ve got to go down the hall a piece and relieve myself, if you know what I mean. Looks like there’s quite a line.” Actually I didn’t want to be seen with him, so I quickly exited out the back door and waited at the truck. Sure enough and right on schedule he came wandering down through the parking lot. As he approached, I was ready. “Hey there, cowboy,” I said, as I put my arms around his neck, inviting him in close. We kissed for a few moments. I ground my body against his, letting him know I was really hot. “Why don’t you hop in and ride with me? I got a little place just across town. I can drop you back here in the morning so you can get your truck.” “Sounds good.” “Besides, I’ve only had half a beer. They sometimes have road checks a mile or so from here.” As I drove my foolish victim towards the highway, I leaned over and ran my fingers up his leg a couple of times just to keep his interest. Then I noticed him looking at the ashtray. One shiny loop of steel hung down over the front edge by its short chain. It was a pair of handcuffs. I smiled to myself, as he learned I was serious. After about twenty minutes or so I turned off the highway and continued up a narrow drive through a gap in the hills. It was close to a mile, but at the end of the road was a small ranch house with a couple of out buildings. The moon was up allowing him to look around a bit. “Nice place… lived here long?” “A couple of years. It belonged to my granddaddy. I like it because it’s so secluded. My nearest neighbor is better than a mile away. I can do whatever I want and never get bothered.” “So what do you like to do that you need so much privacy?” “Sit out here naked in the sun. I don’t really like tan lines. You can try to find some in a while if you’re real good. He just nodded his head and smiled. “Let’s go inside. I’ve got some more beer in the fridge, if you want one.” “That’s not what we came here for, is it?” “I don’t know. What’d you have in mind?” He just grabbed my ass with his hand and herded me towards the front door. Now we didn’t rip our clothes off like you see those actors do on television. No, it was slow and sexy. I unbuttoned his shirt and just rubbed my hand across his bare, nearly hairless chest. My lips kissed him on the neck before settling down onto one of his n*****s. I was tempted to bite down hard and test his tolerance for pain, but I just played with it for a bit. Before long, he had untied the knot on my blouse and buried his head between my naked breasts, making my n*****s get hard and erect. He sucked gently on my left one. “You think they’re too small?” I whispered. He just eased his head back and forth, as he suckled it. After a couple more minutes I loosened his belt and unsnapped his tight blue jeans. He pushed my blouse back over my shoulders, letting it drop off my arms to the floor below. He moved to my other breast as I opened his jeans even further. It was just slow and deliberate, as I pushed them down over his gorgeous tight ass far enough to gain access to his hardening c**k. My hand slid across his stomach and gently rubbed his stiff d**k. When it was released from the confines of his boxers, I realized he wasn’t lying a bit. There was a good seven and a half, maybe even eight inches of hard, throbbing male meat ready to be tormented. My hand slide down over it, feeling a reaction to my touch. I continued down and lightly grasped his large, firm balls, gently rolling them through my fingers. Our lips met, and his tongue slipped easily in with mine. This lasted for several minutes before he loosened my shorts. I worked them over my hips a little at a time and let his hand wander downward into my tiny panties. Soon he found my hot, wet slit. I let him rub his fingers along it, so he’d realize I wanted him, but what I wanted was not what he thought.