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  A door opened at the rear of the office and a tall, expensively dressed, and very attractive older man. His full head of hair was combed magnificently and his steely blue eyes twinkled as he saw her. “I like your hair cut short like that, it becomes you,” he said in a deep and sonorous voice. Jan knew at first glance that this was the kind of older man that young girls made fools of themselves for, but he gave off an air of kindness and concern.

  “I’m a little at a loss,” Jan said, “I’m sorry I don’t remember you and you’ve taken such good care of everything while I’ve been in the hospital. I owe you a great deal.”

  “You don’t owe me a thing child,” he said. His brow furrowed. “You don’t remember anything at all?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she told him. “I have cognitive memories of my education, but not where I went to school or who I went with…no memories of my parents or the Great Aunt I was told about. In short, right now I’m an orphan.”

  Walt stood and asked her if she wanted a brandy or a coffee, and she asked for the coffee because she knew she was too young to drink. Walt smiled and poured her a tumbler of the amber liquid instead. “Try this Jan, and see if it doesn’t stir a memory or two.” He handed her two fingers of what turned out to be brandy instead of the whiskey she expected.

  “I thought this stuff was supposed to be served in a snifter!” she exclaimed without thinking. It tasted…soothing, almost familiar.

  “Your Great Aunt Alicia used to chastise me every time she brought you in her because I never found the snifters that go with this set.” He took a sip. “She always insisted that I give you a taste when you came in together, I never knew why.” His eyes clouded over with fond memories for a few moments, and then he got up and sat behind his desk and began to talk to her.

  An hour later Jan was reeling from the information that had been dumped into her head. “Essentially,” she said carefully, “You’re telling me I never remembered my parents as they died when I was three, and that I was raised by my Great Aunt Alicia, and that I am rich.”

  “Those of us in your income bracket prefer to say that we are ‘comfortable’,” Walt said. “And you are correct, I believe you understand the situation. There is, however, one more thing we have to talk about, and I find that under the present circumstances it is very difficult for me to bring this up.”

  Jan cocked her head and looked directly into Walt’s blue eyes. “Go ahead,” she said, “I don’t think you can shock me at this point.”

  Walt chuckled. “Very well,” he said, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Walt’s comments were specific and to the point. Both Jan’s mother and her Great Aunt Alicia had the same oral fixation that Jan had…it was the reason Alicia had never married. “By the time your mother and father had married, social mores were a little different, Jan, such things were talked about and the act itself was no longer ‘taboo.’ In my day, it was something only hinted about, and it was something even a prostitute wouldn’t do for money. Alicia’s family had a great deal of money, and it took a great deal of it to keep her obsession quiet. The family eventually hired her a “pacifier” to accompany her wherever she went to keep her displays to a minimum.”

  Jan stared at Walt for a minute. “There’s more isn’t there? You’re hiding something from me.”

  Walt gazed into her eyes. “You’re just like them, you know. Both your Great Aunt and your mother could see right through me.” He looked down at the Persian carpet beneath his feet. “Yes,” he said, “I was entrusted with the family’s business because I proved my trustworthiness to both your grandfather and his father. Your Great Grandfather, Alicia’s father, trusted me because I kept my mouth shut after Alicia cornered me in the cloakroom of the Methodist Church and taught me firsthand that oral sex was something wonderful for two people to share. And your grandfather learned to trust me when I told him that your mother shared Alicia’s affliction.”

  Jan’s eyes rose, “My mom?”Walt nodded. “My Mom sucked your cock?” Jan repeated unbelievingly.

  “And Alicia already trusted me when I told her that it must be genetic, because you had it as well.”

  “Me?” Jan asked. Instead of being shocked she felt herself becoming aroused. Her mouth got wet and her nipples hardened. “I sucked your cock? In here?” she gestured around her.

  “Many times,” Walt said, “you were freer than either your Great Aunt or your mother…both of them were more understanding, and both of them had been intimate with me in every way a woman and a man can be by the time they were twenty. Alicia was seventeen, a year older than I the first time it happened. Your mother was nineteen when it hit her. We were going over the Trust fund from her grandfather that is now yours when it happened.”

  “What about me?” Jan asked, standing up and walking closer to the distinguished man who had mouth fucked three generations of her family’s women.

  “You had just turned eighteen,” Walt said calmly, “and you looked so much like both of them that I prayed for you to have the same affliction that they had.” He looked embarrassed at his own selfishness.

  “You loved them!” Jan said quietly, “You loved them both!” She sat in his lap, her arms around his neck. She wondered at his calm, and realized that what she was doing to him was torture. Rising up with as much dignity as possible, she returned to her leather chair.

  “Thank you,” Walt said. “It wouldn’t be the same now anyway.”

  Jan was having trouble controlling her own emotions, and her obsession to suck, but she fought it off for the man who had contributed so much to her life.

  She had left Walt’s office as quickly as possible, and she saw that the dealer hadn’t filled her tank. Whipping into a gas station, she got out of the car and looked for an attendant. The blonde stud who came at the sound of the bell was just what she needed. He grinned at her and put the gas hose into her tank, leaning back against the shiny new convertible so that he could better see the hot chick in the sundress.

  Jan closed the distance between them, and leaned against him pressing her breasts against his hard belly. “Keep your eyes open!” she said, and she slid down his body until her face rubbed his budding erection. Her delicate fingers unzipped his pants and sought out his swelling cock, pulling it out and rubbing it against her cheek. The man smell of him thrilled her, and she couldn’t wait to take him into her mouth. She had held back on her urge in Walt’s office, and she was more than damp between her legs as she sucked him urgently, needing the taste, and the release his cum would give her.

  She hefted his heavy balls in her right hand as her left hand stroked his now hard cock. “Will you cum for me?” she asked as she locked eyes with his.

  “Jesus,” he said, “Frank’s never going to believe this!”

  “Who is Frank?” she managed to ask with her mouth full.

  “Holy shit!” came a voice from behind her.

  “That’s Frank,” came the ragged gasp. Jan reached out her hand, scrabbling to get Frank’s fly open as well. Jan now had a young, hard cock in each hand. She turned her head and sucked at Frank, marveling at the similarity between the two organs, and struck by their similarity at the same time. Both were rigid, hard as iron, and both were covered with baby soft skin. She was shaking.

  “Touch me!” Jan nearly shouted at them. Franks hand went to the tie at the back of her sundress and tugged at it. The lacy bra tore in his hands, but she didn’t care as his rough hands mauled her breasts. “Squeeze my nipples!” she begged, “Hard!”

  The first man’s hand joined Frank’s and together they tortured her nipples unbearably. Jan loved the rough treatment, and for the first time in her life, the cock in her mouth was not enough. She reached down and ripped off her own panties. “Fuck me!” she demanded, not caring which of the rugged men with rough hands did the deed, just feeling the need for her pussy to be filled at the same time as her mouth.

  Frank reached down and grabbed her hips, lifting her up until he could roughly shove h
is rigid cock into her damp pussy. She wasn’t totally wet, but he was so inflamed he didn’t care. He rammed deep inside her and she screamed her pleasure at the rough intrusion. She was spitted between them, like a roast over a fire…and she had never been more excited in her life. As the blonde stud unloaded into her hungry mouth, Jan began to cum uncontrollably.

  Jan held off on returning to work at her temp jobs, mostly because she was unable to deal without knowing who she might have had sex with. She searched her cell phone, but there was only one male in her directory that wasn’t a “business” affiliated name…it was Jeff, no last name. After an embarrassing episode at the apartment complex pool where she lost her composure and was nearly caught sucking a mouthful of cum from the husband of a neighbor, a phrase used by Walt at their meeting leaped into the front of her mind. Great Aunt Alicia’s family had retained a ‘pacifier’ for her.

  Jan called “Jeff” later that same day and explained about her accident and her memory loss. “I’m really sorry,” she said, “but I have no idea why I put you in my phonebook and it’s going to be really embarrassing to me if we’re friends and I’ve forgotten you…”

  There was silence at the other end of the phone for a moment. “You…you don’t remember me?” Jeff asked,

  “I’m sorry Jeff,” Jan said, but I don’t even remember my own family.

  “I don’t even know how to go about talking about this,” he said, “it’s actually kind of embarrassing. I answered an ad in the paper and you interviewed me.” There was a brief silence from the man before he spoke again. “I thought it was a joke until you explained it to me…but then you never called me back and there was no answer at your phone…”

  “I interviewed you?” Jan asked him. “What for?”

  The silence was longer and his answer was slow. “You said you needed a ‘pacifier’ and what happened after that was the most incredible experience of my life. Jan, I fell in love with you that afternoon and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since.” The silence was deafening. “Jan, are you still there?”

  “This is a lot to take in Jeff,” she said, “but I think we need to talk.”

  “I can be there in an hour,” he said breathlessly, “I can’t wait to see you again!”

  Jan laughed, “OK, let’s get this over with!” It took Jeff thirty seven minutes according to her watch.

  They lay naked together on her bed that evening, her hand on his flaccid, well used penis, and her body sated for the time being. “I thought I had done something wrong,” he said, “and I was terrified that I would never see you again.” He sat up and pulled her into his arms. “I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you, and I would have taken you to the nearest justice of the peace and married you if you’d have me.” He kissed her, leaving no doubt in Jan’s mind that he was sincere.

  “Jeff,” she said, “Even if there is such a thing as love at first sight, how could you handle being married to a woman who would probably suck the cock of a complete stranger in some embarrassing circumstance before you had been married a week?” In amazement, she watched his cock begin to harden and her lust was instantaneous, her mouth watering and her lips aching to kiss it.

  “As long as I get to watch or you describe it to me in gross detail,” Jeff said, “the idea actually excites the hell out of me.” As she swallowed his length deep into her throat, Jan knew she had found her own “Walt.” Her life was going to work out just fine!.”

  Cowboy on Heat by Ethan Taylor

  The population of Teller County was so small that the Sheriff’s Department only employed eighteen people, including the Sheriff and five civilian employees. When they needed extra people for an event or in an emergency, they used reserve deputies or deputized citizens.

  Luke Simpson liked it that way. In his forty three years he had seen just about as much of people as he had wanted to. The ranch he had bought with his life’s savings and the settlement several years ago from the insurance company for his wife’s death in a traffic accident suited him admirably. It was a large spread, at least for one man, nearly five thousand acres. There was more than enough work to keep him occupied for the rest of his life, and frankly, he preferred the company of horses to the company of people. Nevertheless, he knew he was going to have to hire some people, it was just too big a job for a man alone. He should be safe for another year, there was a lot to be done before his horses could run free.

  He had gotten into the four wheel drive pickup truck and come into town, which was a feed store that sold everything from horse feed to tack to farm clothing and boots, a drug store, a gas station, and what passed for a bank in this part of the country. There were a several more buildings, long closed and boarded up, where businesses that had been around forever had gone belly up in the last ten years of tough economic times. The people here were clannish, but Luke was just as happy not to know many of them.

  He was handling some hand braided rawhide lariats when she walked in. Her short black hair was stuffed up into a battered Stetson hat and her scuffed boots sort of glided across the heavy wood floor. “Are you Luke Simpson?” she asked.

  “Yep,” he said. She was good looking and very well built beneath the denim jacket and jeans, and her green eyes glinted as she gave him a visual once over.

  “I heard you were raising horses over at the old Bar C Ranch,” she said. I’m looking for work.”

  Luke looked up at Todd, seeking either approval or disapproval. He did need help, but he had no idea that this small woman could handle ranch work. Todd nodded. “Luke, meet Jessie Cullen,” he said, “Jesse was born and raised on a ranch, an only child. She loaded feed for me a couple of summers, and I can vouch for her…she can tote her own weight.”

  “I don’t know Jessie,” Luke said, “there’s only me out there now and I’d imagine people would talk if I had a girl out there with me alone, I’d hate to ruin your reputation.”

  Both Todd and Jessie had a good laugh over his comment. “There’s not a lot left for people to talk about when it comes to me,” Jessie said, “besides, most of it’s true anyway.” She looked him in the eye defiantly.

  “Oh hell, come on,” Luke said, “there’s a bunkhouse out by the barn, you can have it all to yourself.” He bought the lariat and carried it out to his truck. “Do you have a car or a truck?” he asked his new employee.

  “No,” she said, reaching to the sidewalk in front of the store and grabbing a rucksack and duffle bag. They looked heavy, but she lifted them easily and tossed them into the back of the truck. She hopped in the front seat and sat back easily in the seat. She had known right away that Luke was not a talkative man, so she sat quietly, facing forward. He had no idea that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye. So far, she approved of what she saw.

  “I’ve got three fifty acre pastures newly fenced, and I’ve got a small herd of horses that I rotate around them to keep the forage fresh. I supplement with hay and sweet feed until I get more pastures fenced.”

  “How big is your place now?” she asked.

  “With the three properties I bought together, I’ve got about five thousand acres.

  “Wow,” she said, “and you were planning to do this alone?” She wondered if she had hired on with a crackpot.

  “No,” he said, relieving her, “There’s a lot of work to be done before the place is ready to run a full herd. I’m afraid you’re going to have to prove what you claimed…there’s a lot of fence riding in front of us, and over the winter there’s a lot of painting and carpentry to be done, as well as feeding the herd over the winter. You’ll earn your keep.”

  They seemed to get along very well, and Jessie told funny stories that kept Luke almost in tears as they rode the thirty miles out to his ranch. He saw it through her eyes as they drove up the half mile oak lined driveway. The rusted wire fences, the sturdy two story ranch house with a brand new roof that needed a good coat of paint, the neat barn and outbuildings that needed paint only slightl
y less than the house did.

  Luke parked in front of the barn, and gestured to Jessie to follow him into the old cowboy bunkhouse. He looked at the dismal, dirty communal room that had been shared by generations of rough men who worked long, hard hours, and consequently weren’t overly concerned with personal hygiene. When he check the large shower and bathroom, he found that there was no water.

  Luke shook his head. “I hadn’t realized this place needed so much work,” he said, “I hadn’t really planned to hire anyone until next year.” Luke was very apologetic, and he was very much afraid he was going to have to drive back into town with Jessie.

  “How many bedrooms are there in the big house?” she asked him.

  “The master bedroom is downstairs,” he said, “there’s either four or five upstairs, along with three bathrooms.” He looked at her calm face. “You aren’t thinking of sleeping in the house are you? People would really start to talk!”

  “I don’t have a problem with it,” she said, “I’m sure as hell not going to worry about it. And you don’t have to worry about it either. I’ve slept in bunkhouses with the guys since I was a teenager…my momma and poppa died in a twister when I was fifteen and I’ve been on my own ever since. I can handle myself, so don’t worry about me. As far as the man/woman thing and being in the house with each other, I promise not to rape you.” She said that last part very drily, and they both laughed. She was easy to be with.

  She picked a room upstairs, but the house was old and the bathrooms upstairs were not in the rooms, they were kind of centrally located in the middle of the huge upstairs. In order to get to the shower, she would have to walk down a hallway that was exposed to the downstairs.

  Jessie was up before he was, rattling through the kitchen and locating pots and pans to cook breakfast in. Without a comment of any kind, Luke chipped right in and together they fixed a cowboy killer cholesterol fest of a breakfast that would have choked a cardiologist. She had disdained the “store bought” biscuits he had bought and made some really light and fluffy biscuits from scratch. The only hitch in the whole process was the fact that Jessie wore nothing at all beneath her thin white bathrobe. Jessie smirked when she saw his erection and how hard he was trying to hide it.