I could have named this Ram Ranch
Moving to your uncle's Texas ranch has been a trying ordeal, especially coming from your comfortable life in New York. The air is dry and dusty, it smells of livestock wherever you go, and the uneven filthy ground makes it impossible to wear any cute shoes. Unfortunately, your parents thought it would be a good idea to send their only daughter to get some "real life experience", whatever that means. Tying your hair back into a braid, you sort through your luggage, trying to find a decent outfit to go out in. Working around the ranch this past week has been hell and you need a drink, preferably paid for by someone else. You regret not being able to go shopping since you arrived, the cowgirl chic really speaks to you.
"UNCLE! Do you have any cute clothes hiding in this prison I can wear out tonight?" you scream out, stamping your foot down on the wooden floor.
"I don't think you're going to fit in anything of mine, but your cousin probably has something in your size." his voice calls from rooms away. Barging your way into your younger cousin's room, you dig through her closet in search of tops. Your jeans are enough for now in the way of pants, but you don't want to potentially ruin your own tops or shoes. Everything looks so boring and conservative, there's no way your cousin wears stuff like this all the time... aha! Buried in the back of the closet, a bunch of crop tops and blouses; that slut was hiding her real outfits this whole time. Grinning to yourself, you pull a few out, trying them on in front of her mirror. Considering she's busy off at school, you don't think she'll mind if you borrow it for a night.
Finally deciding on a cute crop top that ties off in the front, you sort through her shoes and find a pair of cute boots, slipping them on and finding they fit almost perfectly. Making a mental note to have her take you to wherever she gets her clothes from, you adjust yourself in the mirror, pushing your tits together and giving yourself a look over. It looks good, but still missing something... and as you shift in the mirror, your eye catches a hat hanging off the back of her door. 'Perfect!' you think to yourself, placing it on your head and posing in the mirror once more. You look so good, you'd fuck your own reflection if you could. Grabbing your uncle's keys off the counter, you make your way to his truck and look up the nearest bar on your phone.
The highway stretches on seemingly endlessly until you pull up to a solitary building in the middle of nowhere, lights illuminating the road. Letters are missing from the actual name of the establishment but BAR shines brightly right above it. Stopping in what you can only assume is a dirt parking lot, you wait until the dust settles before stepping outside and heading inside. The stench of stale beer and cigar smoke washes over you, the lights overhead barely doing their job. Wrinkling your nose, you take a look around, seeing a bunch of middle aged guys scattered around various tables and a jukebox wailing in the corner. Walking up to the bar, you wait until the bartender notices you, leaning over seductively to get his attention.
"Hey there handsome, can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?" you drawl slowly, letting him get a good look at your cleavage.
"Uh, sure, ma'am... That gonna be cash or you want to open a tab?" the bartender's gaze remains fixed to your chest as you dig your wallet out of your back pocket.
"That won't be necessary, just put it on my tab." a male voice to your left interrupts, leaning in next to you. Looking over, you see a well built man with messy blonde hair. He's wearing a vest over his white shirt with an ascot around his neck, and you bite your lip noticing how well it fits.
"Thanks, mister um..." turning to face him, you place your hand on his arm, squeezing lightly.
"Call me Colt, ma'am. Haven't seen you around here before, nice to see a new face. Especially one so easy on the eyes."
"Well I do appreciate it, mister Colt. It's nice to see that southern hospitality isn't just a myth." pushing him playfully, you giggle and lean in a bit, your hat falling back slightly. Conversation continues as you finish your first drink, your hand running all over his arm and shoulder.
"This is nice and all, but how about we continue this somewhere a little more private?" you purr, pressing your chest into his arm.
"Why miss, I'm not sure what you're suggesting," Colt replies with a wink "but I do have a room upstairs if you'd like to join me."
Taking you by the hand, Colt leads you outside and up a staircase around the backside of the building to the second floor. Opening the door for you, he gestures with a flourish, inviting you in to his place. The layout is fairly sparse, there's a couch on one end, a tv across from it, with a small kitchen area and a table on the other. You spy a few more doors, one open doorway looks like a bedroom, but you're unsure about the rest.
"Well, big boy, I'm feeling a bit light headed, might I relax on your sofa?" you feign a swoon into Colt, letting him carry you to the couch. Sitting next to you, he lays you gently onto the couch and you fall into him once more.
"I never got to properly thank you for that drink." you whisper, brushing your hand over his crotch and slipping off the couch. Kneeling in front of him, you look up at him and massage his thighs, running your palms up gradually until you're pressing firmly against his growing bulge.
"I can't really say no to this kind of gratitude, now can I?" Colt smiles down at you, taking your hat off and setting it aside. Playing with his belt, you undo it slowly and unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper down and sliding your hand into his boxers.
"Mmm... you're already excited, huh?" rubbing him under his shorts, his cock grows in your hand with every squeeze. Tugging his pants down to his ankles along with his boxers, you adjust yourself properly in front of Colt, taking him in your hand once more. Stroking him to full mast, you nuzzle his sack and trace your tongue up his shaft.
"Let me show you how city girls suck dick..." whispering against the head, you give it a little kiss and swirl your tongue around it, lapping up a drop of precum trying to escape. Wrapping your lips around him, you take him halfway into your mouth and suck fiercely, fingers squeezing his balls lightly to draw out more pre. Working your tongue along the underside, you bring your head down, feeling the head of his cock slip into your throat. His warm cock resting on your tongue sends shivers down your spine, your eyes closing as you bob your head back and forth steadily.
Colt's hand rests on the back of your head, pushing you down gently but firmly as you swallow him down. Rubbing yourself through your jeans, you hear the door open behind you and try to pull off Colt in a panic, but his hand keeps you in place.
"Hey Co- woah! Didn't know we had a visitor, my bad." the mystery voice chuckles, walking out of view.
"Oh, hey Wes. Yeah, she was downstairs looking to get free drinks. Figured we'd get acquainted." you hear Colt reply. Your cheeks sting as you continue sucking him off; he's not wrong, but he didn't have to say it like that.
"Man, you really got a looker this time. She up for a tag team?"
"I don't know, figure we should ask." pulling you up by your ponytail, Colt pries you off his cock, letting you get a look at the newcomer.
Standing in the doorway is another scruffy haired blonde cowboy, but this one with sideburns. He's handsome, and on any other day you'd give him a ride, but you've never had a threesome. You don't want to go home without getting dicked down at all, though.
"Sure, why not." you shrug, beckoning him over with a finger. Making his way over, Wesley stands over you as you undo his pants and pull him out, taking him into your mouth to bring his cock to life. Sucking softly and working your tongue, you feel him growing in your mouth as Colt rises to his feet as well, pulling your hand to his own length, still damp from your previous attention. Wesley eventually comes to full mast, and you pull off him to give Colt some attention, sucking the pair in turn. Undoing your own pants and kicking your boots aside, you pull your jeans down slowly, shaking your hips as they slide off.
"Alright fellas, who's giving it to me first?" you ask, stroking them both in front of your face and giving Colt a lick.
"That would be me." kneeling behind you, Colt pushes you forward as Wesley takes his previous spot on the couch, pulling your mouth onto him. The familiar feeling of cock fills your mouth once more as Colt rubs himself against your dripping cunt, hands firmly around your hips. You let out a moan as you're penetrated from both ends, Colt's length stretching you open as he drives his hips forward. Focusing on the cock in front of you, you try to keep sucking in rhythm but getting hammered from the rear makes it difficult.
A strand of hair falls loose from your ponytail as you get plowed, Wesley reaching forward to brush it behind your ear. Giving him a particularly hard suck in appreciation, you bury his cock in your throat, pushing your face into his crotch and swallowing around him.
"Fuck, Colt, this one's a keeper." Wesley groans as you work him over, his hand guiding your head. Colt grunts in agreement, too busy slapping his hips against your ass to give a proper answer. You can feel him throbbing inside you and figure you'll help him along, squeezing around his length and pushing back against him. His grip tightens as he lets out a guttural moan, burying his cock balls deep and filling your womb with cowboy seed. Moaning around Wesley's cock, you double your efforts, bobbing your head faster and tightening your lips around him until you're swallowing his load too.
Gulping down each spurt, you lick Wesley's cock clean as he goes soft in your mouth, Colt giving you a spank on the rear before pulling out.
"That was fun boys, but I figure I should be heading home soon." you smile, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb. Gathering your clothes, you slowly get dressed, pulling your panties up to keep the cum in on your way home.
"Don't be a stranger," Wesley winks, tucking himself back into his pants "Besides, I owe you a drink now."
Strutting over to their refrigerator, you jot your number onto a sticky note pad on the door, making sure to bend over just enough to pop your ass out.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to take you up on that." you grin, blowing a kiss before heading back down to your uncle's truck.
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