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Pleasure Incorporated: Catherine and the Cowboy Part One

Disclaimer: As always, do keep in mind, this is first draft material. It has not been edited. I’m just flying by the seat of my pants on these stories, lol. Nonetheless, they are so fun to write. Here is part one of the newest installment of Pleasure Incorporated. Enjoy. 😀

Catherine and the Cowboy

I tried to ignore the envelope in the front seat as I drove north west along the long winding country road. If it didn’t have ‘Catherine Griffin’ written in elegant script smack dab in the middle of the thing, I could have pretended it was meant for someone else. No such luck.

I mentally slapped my wrist and pulled a fingernail out from beneath gnawing teeth, salvaging what was left of my manicure. I’d wanted a ‘me’ day. Why couldn’t I book a massage or facial like normal people.

Overworked and stressed out, my latest client had wrung my emotions raw. Being a social worker had incredible moments, times when I felt I made a difference, but other days, I felt powerless, my hands tied. The job chipped away little pieces of my heart. What I needed was some time off. A break to mend the fissures.

My friend had slipped Pleasure Inc’s card across my desk, telling me to get out of town for a proper release. A wink and a sexy saunter as she walked out of my office and back to her car was the only answer I got when I’d asked what Pleasure Inc. did.

I should have known better. Pamela was a wild, sex-crazed nympho. Bless her. I smirked and shook my head at the image she’d described about opening the door to discover twin plumbers. A shiver passed through me. The stories that woman had shared. I shifted in the seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

I’d left the city two hours ago, barely noticing the wide expanses of wheat, soy, and corn waving in the breeze as I flew past endless farmer’s fields, my eyes fixed on the road ahead and the GPS, which ticked off the diminishing miles like a time bomb. More than once, I’d considered turning around but curiosity and a burning desire that grew in proportion to the distance travelled kept me pushing that gas pedal to the floor.

I turned onto a narrow, paved lane, canopied by densely packed maple trees, their luscious leaves filtering the sunlight overhead, dappling the driveway in soft edges.

I wiped clammy palms on my leggings and eased my foot off the brake pedal. I’d come this far. The tree cover opened to reveal a sprawling ranch bungalow surrounded by horse paddocks and fields of emerald grass. I parked the car and was met on the front steps by a young woman, who extended her hand.

“Good afternoon, Catherine. We’ve been expecting you. I hope you had a good drive. My name is Elizabeth. I’ll be your representative here in case you need anything, or have any questions.”

I followed her inside, admiring the building’s open concept created by thick beams of dark stained wood and vaulted ceilings. The décor was rustic with country accents and white upholstered furniture. We passed a comfy sitting area.

“Feel free to use this space to relax, read a book, or watch television.” She pointed to a large pine cabinet. “The T.V. is just inside there.”

I nodded, acknowledging her fine efforts at normal conversation, but we both knew why I was there, and it wasn’t to watch Netflix.

She led me down a hallway and ushered me through a thick oak door. Curtains billowed around a colonial four poster bed. Open French doors led to a screened in porch, and filled the room with fresh air redolent of lilacs and apple blossoms.

“One of our staff will see to your bags and park your car. I’ll just need your keys.”

I handed them over, wishing I still had them to fidget with.

“Cole will meet you in the sitting room at 5:00pm. Does that give you enough time to settle in?”

I looked at my watch. Two hours. I’d seen a picture of Cole—an 8 x 10 glossy black-and-white head and chest shot. Who could possible settle in anywhere knowing all that stacked masculinity would be waiting for you in the sitting room. I swallowed and nodded. That was the most I could muster in response.

“Cole is a sweet, country boy. You’ll be in good hands. In the meantime, feel free to stroll outside, take in some fresh air, enjoy the view.” She winked and left, leaving me to consider her final words.

I waited until my luggage arrived in the room, then took Elizabeth’s advice and wandered to the paddocks. I’d attempted riding lessons as a kid, but my experience had been limited to a tractor backfiring, causing the young sprite to bolt, leaving me clinging to the reins for dear life. After a good five minutes of death-defying antics, in which I managed to stay on the saddle, the horse finally stopped. I was so exhausted from the ordeal, I slid off and landed in a terrified, quivering heap on the dirt. I loved horses. From a distance.

As I approached the barn, I stopped and stared slack jawed. Cole stood in the middle of a training ring, running a striking chestnut stallion through its paces. Elizabeth’s words popped to mind. “Enjoy the view.”

Dusty cowboy boots poked out beneath tight faded jeans, a thick leather belt creating a striking boundary between fabric and tanned, sculpted flesh. Dirty blond locks curled beneath the brim of a well-worn cowboy hat, and a scruff beard framed high cheekbones and scrumptious lips. I liked mine in response, delighting in the tingle that ran through them at the thought of his mouth on mine.

His glossy photograph had whet the appetite, creating delicious fantasies in my head, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing, knowing at some point this evening, I would have that hard-muscled body in my bed. Sweat trickled down my ribs.

I could count my lovers on one hand, and my experience with men wasn’t terribly different than my dealings with horses—they typically ended in disaster and the incident left me unfulfilled at best. I’d fallen into a rut, and this adventure seemed like an innovative way to kick start my sex life. It had looked good on paper. Now standing there, watching Cole’s muscles flex as he took control, coaxing the stallion to bend to his will, made me question everything I considered reasonable about this plan. What the hell was I supposed to do with all that?

While my mind grappled with semantics, my body knew what it wanted to do. Heat grew in my chest, and I gripped the wood fence for support as my legs trembled.

He caught my eye and smiled, impossibly adorable dimples winking, and my heart started, threatening to leap clear out of my rib cage. There was only one thing to be done. I turned tail and ran back to my room.

Stay tuned for Part Two!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Pleasure Incorporated: Pamela and the Plumber The Climax

Here it is: short but oh, so sweet. The Climax to Pamela and the Plumber!

If you haven’t read Part One… start here first!

Ready for Part Two… click here!

DISCLAIMER:  Just a reminder, this is raw, uncensored, unedited first draft stuff. All mistakes are my own and hopefully you won’t notice too many of them, lol. 😉

Rick lifted me off the vanity, and I stalked forward, crawling along the chair on all fours and wrapped my lips around the tip of Paul’s cock, my hand taking over where his left off.

Some girls didn’t like giving blow jobs. I could never understand why. The sound of a man’s breath hitching, the feel of their thigh muscles twitching, their hand gripping your hair… what the hell wasn’t there to love?

Rick slipped in behind me and grabbed my ass, hitching my pussy into his face. A deep vibration escaped my mouth, wrapping around and caressing Paul as Rick’s tongue stroked my clit.

Jesus fucking Christ. Everything blurred into a kaleidoscope of sensation. My mouth pumping, swallowing every rigid inch, Paul’s hands kneading my breasts, flicking and pinching my nipples, Rick’s tongue lapping at my center, his fingers slipping in and out.

Hands and mouths molded and sculpted, creating a tower of ecstasy, lifting me to the heights of passion, coiling in my spine, rocketing me to a precipice I didn’t know existed.

Rick sucked hard on my clit, and I gasped, taking Paul deeper. The heady combination sent me careening over the edge, taking me on a leap of faith, leaving me adrift in hazy euphoria, as my body pulsed with endless spasms.

From some far-flung distance, I was vaguely aware that my plumbers had switched positions, and Paul pressed the tip of his cock inside me. I moaned as sensitive flesh stretched to accommodate him. I fisted Rick’s shaft and pulled hard with my lips, milking and stroking, growling with urgency. A primal need to devour and conquer seized me. I wanted to make them cum. I wanted them to shatter inside me.

Paul drew me back, a slow torture, a cruel ploy, and I pressed my ass against him, desperate. I wanted his cock filling me, bursting me open. He met my push with a driving thrust, causing pinpricks of light to flit across my vision as an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain coiled deep inside my pussy.

A battery of new sensations churned and boiled like an alchemist’s solution, turning my body into an ecstatic frenzy of desire and need. My mouth and hand met, over and over, sucking and pulling Rick deep into my throat, urged on by feral grunts and the rapid pulse of his breath.

Paul matched the desperate rhythm of my efforts with hard violent strokes of his own, expanding and spreading me completely,

Then, as if they were master play-makers, and the coach had given them the go ahead for their signature knock-out punch, Rick squeezed my nipples while Paul reached around and slam-dunked my clit like a goddamn rock star.

I cried out as Rick pumped his cock, gasping as he came, covering my chest with the strength of his climax. My body disintegrated, each part exploding in a blinding onslaught of light, over, and over, and over again. The orgasm ripped through me and kept me captive as Paul stiffened, his body caught in the throes of his own release as he twitched and softened within me.

When I came back to my senses, the three of us lay in a convoluted heap on the lounge chair.

Paul kissed my belly button, running his fingernails along the insides of my thighs while Rick nibbled on the curve of my neck, his stubble sending shivers racing along my skin.

“I think you passed,” I said to Paul, my body limpid and flushed with a languid glow.

Paul nipped at my hip. “That was just the preliminaries.”

Looking for more HOT stuff? Check out Stephanie and Stephan’s steamy story! Here’s Part One to get you started. 

In gratitude,

Marissa xo