Page 6 of Dirty Cowboys (Masked Men #7)

Indie

The day at the ranch was everything I’d hoped.

Watching everyone handle the cattle and seeing how easily they worked together made me realize I could actually want this life.

But once the day drew to a close, I was excited for another reason.

I’d watched cowboys wrangling cows all day—all that sweat and muscle—and I needed the masked men to show up, or at least I hoped they would. Thankfully, they didn’t disappoint.

They are in the midst of herding me toward this old barn, and my heart thunders in my ears as I gasp for breath.

I stumble forward on unsteady legs and push the heavy wooden door open.

It groans, and as I step inside I find that it’s pitch black—the kind where you cannot see two steps in front of you.

The door swings shut behind me with an echoing thud, and I’m bombarded with the smells of hay and musty dirt.

I have no time to let my eyes adjust. Walking slowly, I keep my hands stretched in front of me, hoping to find something to hide behind so I can catch my breath before I have to run again.

The sound of horses approaching has me spinning back toward the door, my heart hammering hard enough I’m sure they can hear it from outside.

Moments later, the three masked men step in through the old wooden doors, their masks dimly illuminating the space, all three looking straight at me.

“You know what happens to a wild thing that gets caught out here? It gets broken in slowly.”

I can’t help but smile at his words, my mind racing through all the ways they could accomplish that. The thought sends heat pooling low in my belly as I imagine them teaching me exactly what it means to be broken in.

“Go sit on that bale,” one man demands.

I do as I’m told, walking carefully to where the hay bales are neatly stacked and lowering myself onto the closest one, my legs dangling off the side.

“Legs up. And hold them open for us.”

Gripping behind my knees, I pull them up and spread wide, despite the tickle of the hay. I wore a skirt this time and no underwear. I wanted to be ready for them.

“Look at that pussy, so fucking wet and needy. You that desperate for cowboy cock?”

I nod, my throat too dry to speak.

“Say it. Tell us what you want.”

“I want you to look at me,” I whisper, embarrassment flushing my cheeks. “I want to be your filthy little whore.”

All their focus is on me, but they seem to be waiting for one man’s commands. Two of them have not yet spoken.

“Good girl,” another man finally says, kneeling in front of me. “I bet this messy little cunt has been dripping all day.”

He doesn’t touch me, but I can feel a whisper of his fingertips, so close yet not close enough. My hands tremble from holding my legs so wide, but I won’t stop unless they tell me I can.

A man moves beside me and slides his hand around my throat, tilting my head sideways to look up at him. “Keep holding them. You don’t let go until I say.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

The man in front of me slides two fingers through my dripping pussy. “So fucking wet already. You want me to fuck your needy little cunt with my fingers?” he teases, bringing his fingers back up and circling my clit just to hear me moan. “Our dirty little show pony.”

“Yes,” I gasp out.

The hand tightens around my neck. “You hear that? You’re gonna come just from showing off.”

The third man finally moves. He doesn’t say a word. Only watches.

“Beg for it,” the man kneeling in front of me says. “Tell me you want me to make a mess of you.”

“Please,” I breathe. “Please make me come. I want to be your mess. I want to be a hole for you to use.”

With that, he spears two fingers inside me and takes up a rhythmic curling motion, expertly rubbing my clit at the same time until I explode around his hands so quickly it’s almost embarrassing.

Before I can catch my breath, the hay bales are shifted, and my body is flipped so I’m on my hands and knees on top of them.

My skirt is pulled up over my ass, and a large hand squeezes my cheek. At the same time, a fist wraps around my hair, and a cock is pressed to my lips. I open and he thrusts inside my mouth, not waiting for me to adjust. I moan around his length, and spit dribbles down my chin.

“Look at her. Fucking perfect. This is how we break her in,” the man behind me says. He drives into me hard and rough, like he’s trying to touch the other man’s cock in the back of my throat. His other hand slips between my cheeks, and I jerk when I feel his finger pressing against my ass.

“You’ll take it,” he demands. “If you want us all inside you, I need to stretch this hole out so it can be filled.”

I whimper around the cock in my mouth, my eyes watering as my body is stretched to its limit.

“Damn right she does,” the man in my mouth says, his hips pumping his cock further down my throat. “Our greedy little hole wants all of us. Even the one too fucking dangerous to touch her yet.”

The one they are talking about stands in the shadows, watching every inch of me get used.

“You’re doin’ so good, taking it in both ends like the little slut you are. My cock looks so good with your lips wrapped around it.”

“She’s tight,” comes from behind me. “Too fucking tight for him right now. But we’ll stretch her out. Train her hole to take what we give her.” His finger pushes deeper into my ass, and I cry out, though it’s muffled around a thick, hard dick.

“She likes it,” the man in front grits out. “You like being our toy, don’t you? Say it, tell us you want to be broken.”

He pulls out just long enough for me to gasp, “Yes! I’m your toy. Break me. Use me.”

His cock fills my mouth again before I can get enough air. The rhythm behind me turns brutal, each slap of skin echoing around us.

I can’t hold out any longer. My whole body tightens, clenching around them, and pleasure hits me like a fucking freight train. Brutal but perfect. I moan, trembling as I come.

He drags his fingers from my ass, leaving me empty just as his hips slam forward with bruising force, fingers grip my hips hard as the man behind spills inside me.

The other one curses, filthy praise spilling from his lips as I gag around him, and thick ropes of cum hit the back of my throat while his hand tightens in my hair.

I’m still trembling from being utterly and completely wrecked. My lips are raw and my thighs a mess when the man in front of me grabs my chin and tilts my face toward the third man. “This little slut was made to handle you.”

I shiver as my mouth falls open and heat spreads low in my belly again, even though I’m spent and don’t have much left to give.

“She’ll take you,” he adds with relaxed confidence, “and she’ll love every second.”

“Crawl to him,” the other man orders. “Show him what kind of dirty girl you are.”

I get down and crawl toward the third masked man. He doesn’t move until I’m at his boots.

“Beg,” comes from behind me. “Beg him to use you.”

“Please,” I breathe, tilting my chin up to look at him. “Please let me be your toy. Use me however you need.”

His chest heaves and then his hand moves, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. He frees his thick, heavy cock, and it juts out right in front of my face. I lick my lips and lean forward, aching to see what he likes.

“Don’t touch,” he snaps, and I pause, obeying him.

He wraps his fist around his shaft, dragging his hand from base to tip while watching me.

I can’t look away. I stay perfectly still, wanting to be a good girl for him.

“You’re just here to watch me come,” he says. “Filthy little cum dumpster.”

I don’t take my eyes off his cock, waiting for him to come. When he does, warm thick spurts land across my face, my lips, and run down my chin.

I moan, licking my lips and tasting him. But he’s not done yet.

In one brutal move, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me to my feet. My scalp burns, but I don’t care. He drags me toward the hay bale, spins me around, and bends me over it like I weigh nothing.

“You want to take me? You better hope they trained you well enough to fucking handle it.”

His palm cracks against my ass .

Again.

And again.

Then lower, across the back of my pussy, which is soaking wet and already sore.

I cry out, arching my back, but my safe word doesn’t even come close to crossing my lips. I want this. I don’t want them to be careful with me.

“You’ll thank me for this,” he states. “Because next time, I won’t hold back.”

I whimper, my knees buckling as hay sticks to my sweat-covered skin. “I don’t want you to hold back,” I whisper. “Break me.”

His hand grips my ass, spreading me wide. “Good girl,” he says, dragging his fingers over my swollen pussy, smearing the mess they left behind. “But you’re still too fucking tight for me.”

He presses the head of his cock against my hole but doesn’t push inside. Then he steps away. “You’ll get there. We’ll make sure of it.”

His hand cracks down again, harder than before, right across my soaked pussy. My back arches in pain, and I scream. He said we’ll get there, and I’m relieved this isn’t over between us. Because I want it, I want all of them. Even the one who hasn’t fucked me yet.

Especially him. Because I think he might be the one to wreck me the most .

Small-Town Confessions - Part Four

Posted by Indie’s Inner Thoughts

Hey,

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I’m sitting here at 3 a.m., my body wrecked. I can still feel every single touch, every bruise, and every mark they left on me.

Before coming here, I had never been used. Never been treated like a toy, or a plaything; something to be broken in and trained. God, I loved every second.

The way they talked, calling me their little slut, their cum dumpster, their dirty show pony. In the moment, those words made me feel so fucking wanted.

One barely touched me, but still completely owned me. He made me crawl to him, beg, and then didn’t even let me have him.

I’m sore everywhere. My throat is raw, my body is tired, and there are marks on my skin. They will remind me of this night for days to come.

Yet still, I want more. I want to be their perfect little toy again.

Is it wrong that I’m already planning my next nighttime walk? That I’m hoping they’ll be waiting? I think I’m addicted to being their broken little plaything.

Stay spicy (and thoroughly fucked),

Indie xoxo