Caitlin And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 4) (7 page)

Ricardo raises the collar over my mouth to which I open it allowing the belt to tighten between both lips. With a few ratchet seals my arms are tied above my head. Next he parts both my legs and attaches the straps around the ankles. I may have underestimated Ricardo Alvez as I am now suspended and completely parted. “You will need training.” he says. I look down at his big juicy penis throbbing with anticipation as he lowers himself to my pelvic area. He places his smooth helmet at the entrance of my vagina and then grabs my waist with those two big rough hands. I stare into his eyes and let out a sharp moan as I feel the intense pressure of him relentlessly and mercilessly moving deeper and deeper into me. I pull on the leather straps as he repeats his actions without hesitation, sliding and gliding through my moist
welcoming hole. I look at the sweat reflecting on the different muscles in front of me as his waist glides back and forth injecting pure sensation through my body. My moaning is succinct and reaches the high ceiling of the room. All notion of time is forgotten as I receive, receive and receive. He withdraws completely and now he firmly inserts the full length of his penis at swift irregular intervals. The quick movement and shift of pressure in my vagina causes ripples throughout my body.

My master then breaks away and moves over to the far wall, taking the single tail whip in his hand. It is like a long thin brown leather snake curling at the behest of its master. I have heard various people raving about being whipped in the past, but had never really been too keen on the idea. However, Ricardo seems like he can master the object with ease as he confidently cracks it against the nearby wall with a piercing impact. I look down at the implement as Ricardo slowly approaches me. His deep eyes have the fire of the devil flaming inside. My complete vulnerability and naivety helps me discover what I never thought really existed; being completely at the mercy of a sexy, ripped, successful billionaire, holding me hostage evokes freedom from any burden of responsibility. The whip explodes with the speed of a lightning bolt shot straight from the heavens landing on my inner thigh with a savage yet sensual impact. I shriek and the adrenaline kicks
in as he lashes out again, this time with a slightly sharper connection. A cold sharp rush causes me to shriek to which Ricardo repeats the action across my chins albeit a softer impact. He now holds out the savage tail in front of him; letting it hang and dangle as he brushes it over my inner thighs and my hanging breasts. “Release your inner submissive. Release it. Face what you are.” I remain completely strapped apart, he calmly places his hand over my vagina allowing it to hover there momentarily. It is only a centimeter or so from the gaping hole as I feel the brushing of my hairs against his skin. I experience sensual vibrations as my inner submissive is evoked for the first time in my life almost at the point of climaxing. With a single touch that can only be described as divine, he calmly places his finger on my clit causing me to breathe in sharply and tug on the leather straps with all my might. My wide open eyes have a look of despair as I begin to shake and now groan with joy pooling my vaginal fluid over his bare hand.  “Estas muy bien, estas muy bien” were Ricardo’s remarks at my euphoric display of willing. For good measure he inserts his thick sausage a single time all the way inside me before withdrawing. I’m yearning for his Latino semen at this point, wanting him to cum too. I have since lost track of any purpose and cannot remember if Ricardo will have missed the meeting or not. He didn’t seem like he was going anywhere at this point as he swiftly releases me from my bonds; cutting the leather straps around my feet and ankles.

I’m trying to recover from my deep, sensual climax as he now marches me a few paces to a pair of iron horizontal bars. It is located on the floor and the space between the bars can be adjusted with two sets of shackles at each end; I’m guessing for my wrists and ankles. With his macho strength he easily holds me over the contraption and successfully set the two bars in position in order to shackle me in a doggy style pose. Upon the locks being tightened through vices, my inner submissive instinctively says, “I’m yours.” I feel so sexy saying this and the dirty thought of me being a slave girl held by a dominant tyrant begins to get me excited. Ricardo doesn’t reply as he spreads my legs apart and secures my ankles to the lower bar. When the last vice is locked in I am now completely chained and bent over in a doggy style position.

The iron shackles are thick and clang as I test the strength of my new bonds. Ricardo smacks me on the ass with a flat hand causing me to let out a pleasurable moan. “It is no use struggling. You are firmly secured. You know that you cannot move!” Hearing these words of complete and total dominance almost makes me cum for a second time. My vaginal and anal area is completely exposed and open to penetration. He separates my buttocks and I feel my pubic hairs fluttering in the open air. Without wasting any time he is now penetrating me from behind causing me to giggle with glee, feeling every ribbed bump on his penis stretching me tightly around his thick shaft.
My arms jerk at the shackles holding me in place, accompanied with a pleasurable moan as my master continues to repeatedly thrust inward. The clanging sound can be heard and I look to my right and see our silhouettes amongst the sunlight on the far wall both merged and connected, swaying in the same motion. God it looks sexy as hell; my moaning; the shadow of my hanging hair; his muscular outline. His pelvis continues to smack into my bouncing ass as he keeps thrusting his Latino manliness between my ribbed walls, going all the way in and electrifying my senses. “Try not to cum,” is Ricardo’s next command as I feel his veined penis twisting and slurping back and forth like earth moving equipment. I’m trying my hardest, but can feel the growing urge to cum become ever stronger as I try everything in my power to take my mind off of having another orgasm. Immediately to my frustration, he
slides his penis out of me and begins to spit onto my asshole. I scream in anger as an amazing orgasm has eluded me when I was so close to latching on to the experience. 

My arms are still tense and I can see the reddening of my wrists against the firm iron shackles. I feel the feeling of his shiny helmet moving around the entrance to my anus; caressing the grooved surface like a curious explorer. A few short moments pass before my newfound friend becomes impatient and begins to push through my natural barrier, sliding into my anal passage. “Te gusta? You like what I’m doing for you?” Ricardo asks. With my complete acceptance of submission, I now reply in a strained voice, “Yes sir.” An incredible and tight feeling makes me aware that the
full width of his head must be sliding in by now, causing me to groan deeply. He seems to have all the power and strength in the world; like he could decide my fate at any moment, but at the same time being my keeper; allowing me to experience his inner fire and lustful desire; the object of his lust; the slave for his desire. To serve his every wish and fulfill any sexual yearn he may have. My body was my gift for him to use as he pleased. How lucky I am to have a master who uses me the way he should. My eyes and mouth are now wide open with the container violently jerking forward. I am now groaning uncontrollably as he continues his relentless onslaught up my anus, thrusting repeatedly and quickly until I can no longer feel my entire body. My dominant master now climaxes as with one almighty thrust he exhales a deep long grunt. He remains inside my ass and I can feel the pressure of his penis jerking and shooting his juices deep within me. His body is pressed against mine as he drains every last drop of himself. I can
feel the semen running up the inside of the underneath of his penis against the moist gaping entrance to my ass.
The sound of my knees repeatedly hitting the wooden panels of the container can be heard as euphoria shoots from my feet, through my chest and out my mouth. The same sensation I feel is akin to jumping into a cool swimming pool on an incredibly hot day…

The shackles are removed and I make my way over to the leather couch. Ricardo picks up my dress, “I will have a new one brought here immediately.” I laugh and look at him standing there like a perfectly sculptured statue, “Do you want me to leave?” He looks at me and flashes the Hollywood smile, “Of course not, you can stay here as long as you want.” I retract my legs allowing him to sit next to me. He says with a serious expression, “Look, you could help me out with this thing that is going on. Call the factory owners and persuade them to drop Almanec. They will listen to you.” I gather my hair and pull it over one shoulder, “They will come again you know that. Obviously with a new representative.” Ricardo nods and continues to fix his green eyes on me. “Will you do this?” What a crazy idea, I think to myself. It would mean instantly being out of a job, but since my recent submission, there is really nothing I can say or do to refuse the new order of things. He is now my master; I am his sex slave.
The submission was complete. Now I have to save Ricardo a small fortune in what is essentially industrial espionage, and if he is pleased, I may get to have another go on those bars!

THE END

WHY HE Competes

Interracial Lust within the World of Espionage

Ricardo Alvez is quite possibly, the greatest paradox going. A playboy; the ego-sensitive CEO of a multi-national textiles company, inherited from his late father. A helpless slave to his senses and desires. You will bear witness to the lustful side of domination and submission; both being used as a business tool as Ricardo attempts to neutralize any threats to his late-father’s empire. The bank account he now possesses is as big as my hilltop villa, located near the border of Venezuela, with plenty of land to indulge himself in, as his second favorite pastime is of riding horses. The billionaire’s lifestyle is as luxurious and fun as everyone imagines it to be with private G5 jets and lavish yachts. Having money does make one happy, and Ricardo surely knows how lucky he is. The ripped muscular body of an alpha-male coupled with the good looks of a movie star just adds to his desirability. Oh, and his favorite past time? Full blown, dominating and sinful sex.

              I am Mia Samson; an assassin for hire from the Ivory Coast, sent by United States Senator, Robert McCormack. My objective is to track down and eliminate: one Ricardo Alvez. My initial research into my subject proves that he is quiet elusive when it comes to being in the public eye. Born in Colombia and raised in New Hampshire, he is now the wealthy owner of a multi-billion dollar textile corporation. He fell afoul of the senator when he embarrassed him in front of the US Senate after exposing a corruption ring within Colombia that seemed to lead right back to him. I don’t get involved in politics and could care less why my subject must be eliminated. The job pays extremely well and seems simple enough; it should prove easy for an ex-military sharpshooter such as myself. This time though, no firearms will be used. Even though Ricardo keeps a low profile, it is New York where I will be taking him out. He has too many friends in Colombia to attempt the job there so this is really my only open window of opportunity. The latest intelligence informs me that Ricardo is spending the weekend in New York in his penthouse at the Hilton hotel. Rumors are going around that he loves women and dancing. I will use my figure to lure the billionaire right into my trap. Arriving in the US only yesterday, I am still suffering from jetlag. However, I do not have the luxury of time as Ricardo has been known to spontaneously jet back and forth between Colombia and several other countries at short notice; it has to be now, it has to be tonight. He has left his abode and is now making his way on foot, down Broadway. I follow; in a tight black dress that splits down the middle and one that shows off my voluptuous double D breasts. My black shiny hair is hanging loose over my shoulders. I have always used the benefits of my good looks and body to my advantage. Few men have been able to resist me, and even fewer have been granted the pleasure. As for one Ricardo Alvez, I’m led to believe he has a particular weakness for ebony women… let’s see how long he can resist my African figure tonight!

Ricardo Alvez is strolling along the sidewalk before he suddenly stops and darts sideward into a low key Latino club; perfect! I swiftly make my way to the line and begin talking with a random male bystander. The poor guy thinks he’s struck gold and happily agrees to go into the club with me. At least coming in with somebody won’t arouse any suspicion.  Upon entering I make my excuses to the hopeful guy and make my way towards the bar. The club is hot and steamy.  Salsa music is blaring as people twist and turn around me shaking their hips and tapping their feet. It has been a while since I have been to one of these places. Dancing has always been important to me, which is precisely why I have kept myself in such good shape… that and my current job of international assassin-for-hire. 

I reach down towards my waist line to ensure my miniscule syringe of cyanide is still with me. I quickly scan the venue like a predator, and it isn’t long before I locate my prey. He is easily one of the better looking men in the club. Ricardo has taken off his jacket and is wearing a white shirt with the collar undone. He must keep in shape for his muscular physique can clearly be seen through the confines of his attire. It’s a shame I have to kill him, for he is actually quite attractive; tanned olive oil skin and slicked back hair. Making my way between the dancing couples towards the bar I wait for his eyes to catch mine before shooting him a smile.  He returns it and edges towards me. In a Spanish accent he says, “Now what is a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” He has deep Jade-like green eyes that seem to stare back at me, into my soul. I think I may actually enjoy this assignment! “My date apparently stood me up. Now I’m all by myself wondering whether I should stay or just go on home.” Ricardo holds out his hand, “Come at least join me for a dance whilst you think it over. You salsa?” He asks. I flick my hair back and gently place my hand into his, “okay.”

It is not often that I get to practice my one true love of dancing and get paid for it! My previous contracts have usually involved waiting at diners or breaking into properties awaiting the return of my unfortunate subjects.  Ricardo whisks me onto the dance floor in front of us among the numerous people. A new salsa track has started and the familiar trumpet and cow bell soon follow. As I expected, Ricardo smoothly takes control and leads my body as we instantly gel along to the beat. He gracefully twists me around and pulls me closer towards him, slightly squeezing my breasts against his chests as he does so. Putting his leg between mine, he holds me closer to him as we focus on the music; I smell his cologne and feel the feint ripples of sweat from our bodies within the heated dance floor. He turns me around and holds my firm buttocks to his groin area as we sway and shuffle.

Even though there are at least two layers of clothing between us, albeit quite thin, I can feel the bulge of his manhood wedged between my buttocks. It feels incredibly thick and long as it sits comfortably on my mound. I begin to pool my panties, slightly overcome with the intense heat of the moment. His strong arms completely have me at his mercy as he lowers his head slightly, breathing down my neck. I feel his breath hit the smooth surface of my skin and travel downwards. We remain like this for around a minute, maybe longer. The track abruptly finishes and he spins me back around to face him. We make our way back to the bar and begin the usual bullshit conversation one engages in when meeting someone for the first time.

I give him my cover story of being a freelance journalist in town covering the story of Columbus Day within the community. I pretend to not know anything about him and try and act like an impressionable woman. Although he doesn’t reveal a great deal about himself, he buys the act and after a few more hours of dancing I now find myself walking with him back to his penthouse. “You know for a billionaire you don’t seem to have much of an entourage.” He looks at me and smiles, “Should I have?” A doorman opens the door for us as we enter the Hilton. “Who are you?” I ask trying to sound as naive as possible. “I’m a businessman. Just like all the others around the world.” Upon entering his penthouse it is everything I imagined it to be; grand and luxurious. I sit down on his couch to which he offers me a drink. I see a tray with strawberries and cream and imagine it was ordered a while ago. I decline his offer of a beverage and lay back comfortably in the thick cushions of the sofa as he sits down beside me.

My syringe is still in my panties and I quickly weigh up the option of jabbing him in the neck at this very moment. “You dance amazing. You know that?” He places a hand on my now exposed knee due to the split in my dress when sitting down. His hand feels strong and firm but also comforting at the same time. It slides up my leg to which I stop it by grabbing his wrist, “Uh-ah. You think I’m that easy?” The smell of his sweet subtle designer cologne hangs around us. I look up at his glistening hair; his soft lips and well-proportioned face. He speaks in that sexy Spanish accent, “No woman is easy. Especially one with huge inner power such as yourself.” He leans forward and presses his lips gently against mine. I open them slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside as we share an intimate kiss. My hand now relaxes allowing him to continue his journey all the way up my leg until he can go no further.  I stretch out both legs allowing my heels to fall to the floor so that the bare soles of my feet are now exposed. I put my arms around him drawing his body closer to mine; that’s it. Right where I want him. Ricardo gently and slowly moves his lips down my smooth neck towards my two breasts. I lean my head back and revel in the sensation of his mouth working their way down over the two protruding black mounds.

Like his dancing he gracefully moves over the firm surface caressing and nurturing my chest. With a firm hand he reaches below, between my now parted legs gently touching my vaginal area with his warm hand. “Oh yes,” I say whilst closing my eyes.  Ricardo sticks his tongue in between my breasts, sliding it throughout the natural partition causing a tingling sensation. “Nice things are never easy,” he whispers to me. His hand remains stroking my now increasingly wet panties. The miniature syringe is located within the lining and to the side of my butt. To prevent discovery I keep his hand over my vagina, “stroke me some more.” The static from the fabric rubbing against his skin causes mini vibrations around the warm moist area. I can feel his hand creeping to the side; maybe he wants to stick his fingers around my panties to play with them? “I want to see you,” I tell him. It seems to work as Ricardo now stands up to which I reach for his zipper, pulling it all the way down and then reaching inside. It is easy to locate the warm, thick and nearly erect shaft of his penis and I pull it out from the opening.

Ricardo’s manhood now dangles happily in front of me. It reminds me of a nice, thick long sausage and resembles one of those big leather dildos one can find in a sex shop. “Let’s get this penis hard now!” Touching it with my hand it feels smooth and upon pulling back his foreskin I find a nice plump shiny helmet. The urge to suck it grows within me as I continue to feel the vascular muscle. It is strong and will certainly stretch my rim. Throughout my life I have wanted a man who can screw me good and hard; fulfilling my innermost desires. Now, seeing this smooth brown penis stand up and thicken, makes me realize that this is one assignment I do not want to close out just yet.  I part my legs and skillfully let the syringe drop to the floor without a sound before using my leg to subtly kick it under the nearby couch. My heart rarely races before a sexual encounter takes place, but with Ricardo’s pipe revealing itself, my adrenalin shoots through the roof.  There is nothing I want more than to have his thick Latino meat sliding inside me at this point. I grip the thick juicy penis and squeeze as I bring my mouth to the protruding head. My thick voluptuous lips wrap around the circumference and I begin to suck hard, sliding the tasty shaft further into my mouth.  I could suck his cock for hours as he looks down at me with those beaming green eyes that seem to penetrate me to the depths of my soul. With my other hand I begin to play with his testicles, gently twirling them in my fingers. He lifts up my black hair and removes his penis from my mouth. He tears my dress off with one swift swoop, revealing my breasts packed tightly within the confines of a black bra. No longer able to contain myself I unclip it causing my two huge boobs to bounce freely in front of him. With his two strong arms he grabs me and turns me around before charging me over the armrest of the sofa.

He pulls down my panties and before I can catch my breath I feel the extreme pressure of the thick protruding head smash through my ribbed vaginal rim and continue up inside me in one swift swoop. I let out a shriek and jump in response to my manly intruder who slides and strokes my vaginal walls all the way to my prostate.  The smacking of my firm buttocks along with the squeaking of the couch legs are all that can be heard as Ricardo repeatedly thrusts himself deep inside. His prodding feels so comfortable, due to my continuous pooling as his meat keeps venturing outwards and inwards. I hear my voice now moaning and gasping at the assault on my senses; the euphoric sensation reaching every corner of my body as his steady tempo and firm thrusting brings me ever closer to a climax. I feel one of his big rough hands cup a breast and begin to squeeze whilst my nipple rests between two of his fingers.

Ricardo’s long thick cock now reaches ever so deep as he firmly pushes himself up against my buttocks. My voice is hitting the ceiling; the smacking sound is hitting the ceiling; my senses are hitting the ceiling! I cannot control the continuous loud moaning and frantic gasping coming from my mouth. I want to hold him close and keep him inside me forever! I feel like telling him to screw me like no other, if I could only manage to speak, that is. The magnificent smooth cylinder that is his penis is going to make me climax any moment as it continues to slide happily through my rim. Ricardo begins to groan himself and I keep my feet locked as we cum in unison. My orgasm reaches the inner depths of my body; hitting every single nerve along the way out of my mouth as I give an almighty wail of pleasure and dig my nails into his back.  We remain connected as he comfortably releases himself inside my warm body. We are both exhausted and sweating profusely as we lay there savoring the sexual lust and each other’s desire. I feel his semen running up the inside of the underneath of his penis and against the entrance to my vagina. He now releases me and I push myself onto the sofa before placing a finger by my wet, moist gaping hole; catching Ricardo’s semen leaking out of me. I need to kill this guy and yet I’ve just let him ravage me over the couch.

I try to visualize where the syringe could be laying underneath me as Ricardo now takes off his clothes. A ripped muscular body is standing a few yards away; a Latino sex god that could be carved out of the finest stone and by the finest artist. His six-pack is stacked like bricks with his two pecs wide and firm. His penis is still standing rock hard even though he has just cum. My blood is boiling as he sits beside me. We share a passionate kiss with our tongues twirling around each other’s and I take a hold of his face feeling his prickly stubble. The fact I am his soon to be assassin and having his life firmly in my hands whilst he holds my mouth hostage turns me on. Ricardo breaks away from my lips, “I want you,” he exclaims. I laugh, “You already have me.” He shakes his head, “No I want you to completely submit to me. Your whole body; to be dominated.” Bondage? This is going to be my best contract yet; not only for the enjoyment and lustful pleasure  of his god given manliness, but also for the evilness of it all. Ricardo has no idea this will be his last night alive on earth as we screw each other’s brains out. “I don’t think you can dominate me Mr. Alvez. Though many have tried…” Ricardo kisses me on the lips whilst I am in mid-sentence before staring deep into my eyes, “If you are not willing to submit to me, then we can just forget the whole thing.” No I don’t want to do that! Something within me does not want miss out on whatever Ricardo has planned, “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested… just that I may not submit so easily.” He smiles and walks into the bedroom, “Come when you feel you are ready.” Once he is fully out of view I look underneath the couch to find the silhouette from the syringe clearly still in the middle. Reaching under with my arm I pick it up and place it underneath one of the cushions before proceeding into the room. I will let him attempt to dominate me… after that we will go back into the living area where I will bring this night to a close and complete my assignment.