I'm sitting in the office in the stables. I'm the stablemaster. The overall ranch is huge. The stables are one of its moneymakers, very high in the Rockies. It's been warm and sort of dry. Weather changes here in seconds. Today, after five days of snow melt, it's in the 50s. Not for long. Part of the warmth is Little Miss Sunshine.
Across from me is a young lady, a Western Rider. Her name is Eloise. She has her clothes on, expensive riding clothes and gear. Her long blonde hair is now out of its clip. She has no makeup on, but she doesn't really need any. Her daddy owns three of my finer rides. She's been exercising two of them. She wins contests, not because she's young, cute, and blonde, but because she has a good sense of how horses think when you ride them.
There's a gambit going on here. She's been here for a couple of days, staying up in the lodge. During her last stay, she caught me sucking Ocho's big dick over in the shower stall, and we both ended up dicking her down. Ocho remembered that encounter for a long time. It was pretty hot, this fine figure of a young woman, getting probably the biggest dick of her life, Ocho's, after we caught her spying on us. OK, I helped. I'm a slut; she might be, too. I porked her, too. My dick is only slightly smaller than his.
Ocho might be here right now, watching her exercise workouts by the lodge. He hurt his back and the painkillers sort of took him out. He knows she's here, but he's out of it. He wears this girdle sort of thing during recovery. His dick gets hard, but he can't really do any serious thrusting. I suck his dick anyway out of service to mankind. Otherwise, he's healing up at his trailer next to the garages.
So she knows she's not getting two gay cowboys to rail her again. Which is OK; she's a hot young blondie but I play for the other team. She didn't steal into the stables, looking for me under the showers, sucking big dick. I think she's been disappointed. Oh well.
The general manager, Burt, comes down to the showers or my sugar shack for his service. He's doing this quietly, although Kathy, his slut wife, knows. What she probably doesn't know that her hubby is a bottom boy, and now takes my loads in his sweet butt with a big smile. He gets it straight from the pipe. Sucks me off. Let's me bone him now and then. For the altitude here, it's a hormonal place.
Eloise doesn't know all this, but maybe she can guess. Eloise also doesn't know that her daddy came here and had his own encounter with Ocho and me. Fucking brute of a guy. In another universe, I might be his bride. I'd even wear a wedding dress. Endless honeymoons with her hot dad bod railing me. This is how my mind wanders.
We have paperwork to do. She wants some new tack. She looks at some online pics of gear.
"What do you think of this one?" she asks, pointing to a flashy headstall.
"Looks OK. Not junk. There's a family not too far away that does their own tooling. Some of it's designed for Western, and some of it's made for Mexican riders. You ought to check the place out before you head home. Their prices are sort of high, but they make quality gear. Here. Let me show you some."
We went to the tack room. I showed her some of their gear. Good stuff. She seemed enchanted in a girl way over the detail. There were several good examples in there and she seemed to savor each one of them.
Then came something different. She used her nose to sniff them. Her facial expression changed in a strange way. She looked at me, and realized she was sharing a private moment. I grinned.
"Like that scent, do ya?"
She nodded.
"I like leather gear, too...." I was about to add that it makes my dick hard sometimes and stopped myself.
She looked at me strangely.
"Do you do gay leather gear?" she asked. We hadn't talked about sex the entire time she's stayed here. Now it was out of the bottle.
"Yes." I answered.
"That's so HOT. One of my girlfriends is crushin' over this guy that wears harnesses. The pics just set me on FIRE."
I had to laugh. "Eloise, even I have a few leather pieces."
Eloise's blue/violet eyes lit up a bit.
"Let me show you the pics I have of his stuff. Can I?"
She scrolled and scrolled her huge phone. Then she turned it to me.
"This is Bobby."
It was a pic of a tanned white guy in a leather harness with a jock bottom, smoldering hot shaved body. He was sweating a bit. His uncut cock was at peak, skin flawless, not quite an 8-pack on a young hot bod. Dayum!
"Nice!" I told her. I gave her the phone back and she scrolled again.
Another pic of him in the same harness, but he was bent over. A woman with a strap-on was half-way up his fine butt. I could see her pierced titties in the view, and a very thick silicon dick up his hole. Not Eloise, I gathered.
"WOW!"
Eloise nodded. There were more.
This one was shocking given that Eloise looked like an innocent blondie-- a pic of three guys in leather gear, fucking in a train, their left legs lifted so you could see the action. Whew.
Then the money shot. Someone had taken a picture of Eloise, bent over, a cock in her cooch. She had on a chest harness with neon piping. The look on her face, well, I'd seen it before. Orgasm face.
Eloise put the phone away hastily. She put her hands to cover her face. She was blushing, blushing hard.
We heard the outside door and the spell was broken. I sat back in my chair and handed her a folder to look at. It had nothing to do with her stuff. It was a prop. Eloise figured that out immediately and opened it like it might be interesting.
She was still red and fighting it. Burt walked in, Mr Customer Service. The General Manager and host, or so he thinks.
"Oh, it was fine...." and Eloise artfully puts the folder back down. She's still a bit red in the face.
Burt starts to flirt. I didn't expect that. She doesn't seem to mind.
They talk about her horses, how they're doing, yada yada. I'm thinking about the pics.
Burt's looking at me. I suck his dick, too. She doesn't know about this fact. I'm thinking that I may have railed or been railed by almost everyone at the ranch, including those in this office. It makes me smile.
And Burt's getting a boner, too. How sweet! I think he wants to rail her. Can't blame him, I guess. Boys will be boys. He leaves, though, and she stands, grabs her jacket and goes with him back to the lodge to get supper. As they turn to leave, I look at her bouncy slim hips, and his bigger, bolder butt. I contain a snicker.
Two hours later, I'm doing more stupid paperwork. I hear the door. I listen for the steps. It's Burt. I'm betting he wants a fast tumble, all excited over Eloise. Might be fun.
He turns the corner, and with a smile on his face, say, "You Motherfucker!"
"No." I snap back. "Fatherfucker." He gives me a twisty smile.
Then he announces, "So I'm talking to young Eloise after dinner. We're having some brandy and she's a lightweight."
"Aha! Trying to get into those tight pants of hers, are ya?"
"Hell yes, but she's a customer. So we talk about stuff anyway. And she blurts out that she found you and Ocho getting it on, and that you to fucked the, and I quote, 'living shit' out of her!" He's almost yelling.
