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Patrick

Having a writhing submissive over his lap was always a pleasant experience, but he found he was enjoying it even more when she was wearing a cute little cow outfit.

The leg and arm sheaths had been taken off so she could eat, and he’d unplugged her tail, because he didn’t want her sleeping in it overnight.

Her muscles needed a break, but she was still in the rest of the attire.

Which meant he had the pleasure of flipping up her skirt and admiring the way the thin g-string split her cute little cheeks before he started laying into her bottom.

Not that he was laying in all that hard.

After the way she’d taken the pounding from his cock, he wasn’t quite as concerned about breaking her as he had been before, but he was still gauging her responses.

“Ow!!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good little hucow, I promise!”

“That’s right, you will,” he responded immediately, slapping his hand against her sit spot.

It made her cry out and buck on his lap, but she wasn’t using her safeword or even asking him to stop. He was fairly certain she’d been angling for a spanking—or at least testing her boundaries. Which was why he was taking the opportunity to enforce them.

Day one was going to dictate how the rest of her trip was going to go.

According to her fantasy, he was supposed to be completely in charge of her while she was here.

Her hands moved back to try and cover her bottom, and he caught them with his, taking her wrists and pulling them together so he could hold them in place on the small of her back. Mina let out a little wail as he kept spanking her, turning her cheeks from tanned cream to bright pink.

His dick was hard as a rock as she wriggled against it, moaning and whimpering as he spanked her.

Considering how much noise she was making, he didn’t plan to go any harsher than that, but he was intent on turning both cheeks and her upper thighs that pretty pink color.

She really didn’t like it when he spanked her thighs, squirming and crying out even louder, but she still didn’t say her safeword.

Finally, Patrick laid down the final swat, his big hand covering as much of both cheeks as he could, and she jerked on his lap before flopping down and panting for breath as he began to rub her hot bottom.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly, trying to ignore the demands of his erection, at least for the moment. “You took your punishment very well, and now you’ll remember to follow my directions in the future.”

Mina whimpered.

“Yes, Master Patrick,” she replied, shuddering as he gave her cheek a firm squeeze.

“Just Patrick,” he corrected. “Or Sir. Master Patrick always sounded too formal for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, and then moaned as he rubbed her butt again.

“Good little hucow. Now let’s get settled down for the night.”

Even with all the cameras and ranch hands around, he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone the whole night in the barn.

She was his responsibility. Thankfully, he always carried a change of clothes with him in his truck.

Granted, he didn’t have anything to sleep in, but considering the circumstances, he wasn’t planning on needing it.

They rearranged the hay so that the nest she’d made would fit him as well. Patrick stripped down, ignoring his bobbing erection which hadn’t gone down yet, though he didn’t miss Mina’s wide-eyed stare.

“Get into the bed, little hucow,” he ordered. Mina obeyed with alacrity, which made him smile.

He got everything set and the lights turned off before coming over to settle down next to her. He could feel her hesitation when he climbed in beside her, like she wasn’t sure what to do.

Patrick solved the problem by hauling her back against him so he was spooned around her.

Reaching down between her legs, he pulled one up, hooking his arm around her knee to spread them far enough apart that he could get his cock between them.

Adjusting her thong only took a moment and then he rocked his hips, pushing his cock into her from behind for the second time that day.

Mina whimpered, moaning, as he started to thrust into her, pressing his lips to the back of her neck as he did so.

In this position he couldn’t pound into her the way he had before, and he didn’t want to.

This time he was able to take his time, pushing his arm under Mina’s head for her to use as a pillow while his hands roamed over her body. She whimpered, wriggling her hot bottom against his groin as he thrust, slow and steady, palming her breasts and sore nipples as he did so.

Every little movement of hers just brought him more pleasure and he moved his lips over the back of her neck, enjoying her little gasps and moans filling the intimate cocoon of their passion.

Mina

Patrick’s slow, easy thrusts back and forth in her sore pussy were driving her wild.

Once she’d seen the size of his cock, she was shocked it had fit inside her but now she was impaled on it again.

She knew she was going to be sore in the morning but it felt so good she didn’t care. She wanted to be sore.

It had been way too long since she’d had good sex, and even though this was entirely different than their first time, it was incredibly hot.

She could feel her orgasm growing with every slide of his cock.

Moaning, she wriggled, pushing back against him.

The heat of her spanking had mutated, turning into pleasure.

His big hands moved over her breasts, squeezing, rubbing her sore nipples through the soft material of the bikini, which added an extra sensation to the stimulation.

Without the tail she felt a little emptier, but that didn’t stop the growing ecstasy.

She was still extremely full, her pussy stretched around his huge girth, taking his length over and over again.

The idea that he wanted to put it in her ass eventually…

Just the thought turned her on even as it terrified her.

But she wanted to be his good little hucow.

She could picture it— her bent over the milking bench, the suction cups pulling at her nipples, crying out and biting her lip in discomfort as he slowly fucked her ass for his pleasure, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place just like they had today.

Her clit throbbed in eager response to the vision filling her mind, and if she could have pressed her legs together to put some pressure on the little bud, she would have.

But her hands were free now.

She reached down, getting them against the wet thong where her clit was for just a moment before she felt his fingers grip her wrist, pulling her hand away. Mina whimpered in disappointment.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, little hucow,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of her head. “I’ll be the only one touching you tonight. Your pleasure, your orgasms, are mine.”

Mina moaned.

He was too good to be real and yet here she was, getting fucked senseless by a brawny cowboy in a barn. One that had spanked her and milked her. Reaching up, she put her arms around his neck. It was a slightly awkward angle for her but she did love how it exposed her entire body to his touch.

One of his big hands slid inside her bikini top, his fingers seeking out her sore nipple, while the other moved down under her skirt and into her thong.

She moaned, shuddering, as his finger circled the little bud, his cock still moving, going in deep and sliding away before filling her all over again.

“Please,” she begged, shuddering. He pinched her nipple, tugging, and she moaned, her pussy clamping down around him. “Please, I need to come again.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to, little hucow,” he said, a hint of sadistic enjoyment in his voice.

He was clearly getting off on controlling her orgasm, on making her wait. Which just turned her on even more.

Mina was helpless against his hands and cock, her body caged in by his as he spooned her, his fingers tormenting her with stimulation without pushing her over the edge. She gripped her hands tighter, feeling his hair brushing against the sides of her palms as she held herself in place for him.

As hard and fast as he’d taken her before, he was now as slow and steady. It was about elongating the experience rather than rushing for the finish line, his cock moving relentlessly, filling her over and over again, making her senses clamor for the peak that remained just out of reach.

“Please,” she begged over and over again, unable to do anything else to try and urge him onward. “Please, please, please…”

But he was moving at his own pace, his skillful fingers playing her like an instrument and he was the maestro, fully in control of her senses.

She wasn’t sure how long he fucked her, teased her, tormented her, before his pace finally began to pick up. His cock moved, slick and fast and hard, picking up speed as his fingers finally pressed firmly against her clit.

“Now!”

Mina cried out, shuddering, as the long-awaited orgasm slammed into her.

Her pussy clenched down around him, squeezing and pulsing, as wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her.

She felt tears slide from her eyes, wetting her cheeks as the onslaught of sensations overwhelmed her, leaving her writhing and breathless as his fingers relentlessly circled and pressed while he buried his cock inside her.

The pleasure went on and on, becoming almost too much to bear. Her clit throbbed, swollen and overstimulated, and she couldn’t help but reach down to try to stop him, her fingers clutching at his wrist where his hand was buried between her legs. It didn’t matter. He didn’t stop.

The thick cock inside her felt like it was expanding, hardening, and then it began pulsing along with the waves rocking through her. Mina shuddered, digging her fingers into his wrist as another paroxysm of hot bliss rushed through her, so strong it was almost painful.

She felt like she was shattering apart as he groaned, his arms tightening around her. Wet heat spilled inside her as he rocked against her, wringing several more shivering, shuddering gasps of pleasure from her before they both went limp, panting for breath.

Mina moaned, turning her head to nestle it against his bicep. He was still hot and hard inside her even though she knew he’d just cum. She’d felt it. His breathing was returning to normal now and his hand slid away from her pussy, moving back up to curl around one small breast.

It didn’t feel sexual now, just intimate. Like he was holding her as closely as he could, holding himself inside her because he didn’t want them to be apart.

Or maybe that was just her and she was projecting.

Yawning, Mina knew it didn’t matter. She was so exhausted, so wrung out, sleep was already coming to claim her. She fell asleep, a happy little hucow, wrapped in her brawny cowboy’s arms and filled with his cock.

When she woke up, it was the morning of her first full day as a hucow.