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Speaker 1: Part two a rodeo Queen Sophie clings to marks his
Speaker 1: arm as she stares out over the rodeo ring, watching
Speaker 1: riders and horses dance in their violent ballet. She grips
Speaker 1: his arm a little tighter, wincing at every rider that
Speaker 1: lands heavily in the sand. Turning to look at him,
Speaker 1: she whispers, isn't there another way we can make a living?
Speaker 1: This looks it's too fucking dangerous. Marcus.
Speaker 2: It's all right, sweetheart, I bounce well, he says, gently, smiling,
Speaker 2: Punching him on his arm as heavily as she can.
Speaker 2: She scowls. That does not help. He leans down, kissing
Speaker 2: her on the forehead. Honestly, sweetheart, I'll be fine. This
Speaker 2: isn't my first rodeo, you know, he says, running his
Speaker 2: fingers through her hair and pulling her head against his
Speaker 2: strong chest. So where's Drew, she asks, trying to take
Speaker 2: her mind from the carnage happening just feet away. Oh,
Speaker 2: he'll be up shortly. They've got steer wrestling and tie
Speaker 2: down roping before they get to the saddle broncos it'll
Speaker 2: be an hour or so before he shows up. Let's
Speaker 2: get away from the ring for a moment, Marcus, it's
Speaker 2: stressing me more than a letter, she whimpers. Of course,
Speaker 2: little lady, he says, dipping his steps in an exaggerated manner,
Speaker 2: grinning widely. My very own hunky cowboy. She smiles at
Speaker 2: him as he takes her hand, leading her from the
Speaker 2: wooden bench. The chaos of the rodeo ring becomes a
Speaker 2: little more than confusion of sound. As they walk away,
Speaker 2: she turns to him and asks, is there anywhere private
Speaker 2: we can go, her hand drifting down to his thigh.
Speaker 2: At the moment, There'll be somewhere quieter around by the stables,
Speaker 2: he says, Leading her away from the crowds. Finding an
Speaker 2: empty stable, he pulls the door open, guiding her inside,
Speaker 2: full of nothing but haybells and alone saddled languishing over
Speaker 2: a bell. This is a small event, so they don't
Speaker 2: use these stables. They just store the kit in them.
Speaker 2: That's the way elsewhere, he says, watching her. Well, if
Speaker 2: my hunk of a cowboy is going to risk life
Speaker 2: and limb to pay the bills, I want to make
Speaker 2: sure he knows just how much I appreciate him, she whispers,
Speaker 2: kissing him on his lips as her fingers trace up
Speaker 2: his Dunham clad thigh. I'm going to have to take
Speaker 2: a rain check on that, sweetheart and all sex before
Speaker 2: the rodeo. I need my mind focused, he says sternly,
Speaker 2: trying to remain resolute. Crestfall and Sophie turns away, resisting
Speaker 2: the urge to pout. She walks slowly over to the saddle,
Speaker 2: tracing her fingers over the styled leather. She says, you know,
Speaker 2: I've never seen an actual saddle up close, and it's
Speaker 2: very artistic, all the stitching and embossing, her fingers moving
Speaker 2: to the front of the saddle, caressing the protrusion of
Speaker 2: firm leather. She turns and smiles at Marcus before asking coyly,
Speaker 2: and what's they speak called? Holding his gaze. That's a horn,
Speaker 2: he says, as evenly as he can manage, as her
Speaker 2: hand slides up and down the solid leather. Well, I
Speaker 2: think that's rather appropriate, she giggles as she strokes the
Speaker 2: horn firmly, her eyes never leaving his. Turning, she faces
Speaker 2: the saddle, pushing her hand along its length, feeling the
Speaker 2: smooth leather caressing her palms, before leaning forward and without
Speaker 2: turning back, saying, you know, am I just have forgotten
Speaker 2: to wear my panties in her best seductive voice, knowing
Speaker 2: that her sure pleated skirt was riding high enough to
Speaker 2: give Marcus a front row view the delight that lay beneath.
Speaker 2: Marcus clenches his hands tightly, feeling the blood drain from
Speaker 2: his fists and apparently making a direct line to his cock,
Speaker 2: which was already swelling rampantly beneath his jeans. Definitely turning
Speaker 2: on her hil and swinging one leg over the saddle,
Speaker 2: Sophie lifts herself up, the sudden kiss of the warm
Speaker 2: leather against her pussy, forcing a moan from her lips, which,
Speaker 2: although unplanned, was perfectly timed. Well, if you won't help
Speaker 2: a girl in distress, I guess I'll have to ride
Speaker 2: this one alone, she said, her voice mocking innocence as
Speaker 2: she starts to move her hips along the leather. Despite
Speaker 2: her intended teasing, it was surprising how arousing it was
Speaker 2: to fill the embroidered leather, rubbing at her clet just
Speaker 2: say you know what's waiting for you when you come
Speaker 2: back to me, and you are coming back to me, Marcus.
Speaker 2: Grasping the horn, Sophie pulls herself forward as her feet
Speaker 2: fine the stirrups and then pushing herself back along the
Speaker 2: leather again. Fuck, this feels better than she had ever imagined,
Speaker 2: her pace quickening, the orchasm rising uncontrollably through her body
Speaker 2: as her thighs tense hard on to the saddle. Pushing
Speaker 2: down with her feet, her clip rubs hard up the
Speaker 2: horn as her body explodes into light yasping. She turns
Speaker 2: to Marcus, trying to regain her breath as she whimpers, Wow,
Speaker 2: we need a saddle for the house. Marcus, that was awesome.
Speaker 2: Can you help me get off? My legs feel a
Speaker 2: little wobbly right now, she asks, unsure if she can
Speaker 2: stand unaided. Marcus puts a strong arm around her, lifting
Speaker 2: her from the saddle, steadying her as her feet shakily
Speaker 2: touched the ground gently, she sits on the bell, gathering
Speaker 2: her composure, Marcus's arms still around her. Seriously, Marcus, come
Speaker 2: back safe to me. I don't want you hurt out there,
Speaker 2: she whispers, sincerely, holding the tears in her eyes. Back
Speaker 2: stroking his thighs, she continues, let's rest here for a
Speaker 2: few minutes. That was pretty intense before we go off
Speaker 2: and find Drew. Okay, sweetheart, Marcus says, simply, his mind elsewhere.
Speaker 2: Eventually leaving the stable, they set off in search of Drew,
Speaker 2: this man so Vi has heard so much about, yet
Speaker 2: never even seen one photo of, let alone met the man.
Speaker 2: It might have been twenty minutes or more of pushing
Speaker 2: through the crowds before Marcus says, there he is, excitedly
Speaker 2: waving his arm in the air to attract attention. Too
Speaker 2: short to see above the crowds. Sophie's anticipation is prolonged
Speaker 2: until they break through a group of cowboys to face
Speaker 2: an older man grinning at them both. It was all
Speaker 2: she could do to hold back a gasp. He's gay,
Speaker 2: she thought, what a waste. He looked, the spitting image
Speaker 2: of Robert Redford, his eyes, his demeanor, that easy smile. Damn,
Speaker 2: if she was single, she would have had a good
Speaker 2: shot at turning him. Marcus and Drew wrapped their arms
Speaker 2: around each other, pulling each other in close. She could
Speaker 2: taste the electricity between them. Damn if she wasn't turned
Speaker 2: on just thinking about them together. After the longest moment,
Speaker 2: they release each other and Marcus turns to Sophie, saying,
Speaker 2: and this is Sophie Drew, my wife, a love of
Speaker 2: my life. Sophie notices how he emphasized the love, probably
Speaker 2: for her benefit, she muses. Putting her hand out, she
Speaker 2: starts to say a pleasure to meet you, before his
Speaker 2: arms around her, lifting her so high off the ground
Speaker 2: that she thinks she might be sick. So you're the
Speaker 2: lady that whisked him away from the circuit. Damn, mamma,
Speaker 2: happy to meet you, Sophie, Drew bellows, before dropping her
Speaker 2: back to the ground. Facing Marcus again, Drew says, with
Speaker 2: seriousness dripping from every word, the fuck have you been Marcus?
Speaker 2: You need to get your butt registered and ready. Joe
Speaker 2: starts in thirty minutes. Oh fuck, Marcus curses Sophie, can
Speaker 2: you find a seat? I need to get myself situated.
Speaker 2: Smiling back at him, she responds, go make us some
Speaker 2: money and remember the real prize. After watching the pair
Speaker 2: of cowboys push their way to the registration booth, she
Speaker 2: could not help but smile. There was something about watching
Speaker 2: the pair of them together that was so much fun.
Speaker 2: Making her own way through the crowds ignoring the cursing
Speaker 2: as she elbows several men out of her way, she
Speaker 2: eventually makes it to the spectator area before grabbing a
Speaker 2: beer and finding a seat not too close to the action.
Speaker 2: The next thirty minutes seemed to drag for an eternity.
Speaker 2: Sophie focuses exclusively on the beer cup in her hand,
Speaker 2: not daring to look at what is happening in the
Speaker 2: ring for fear of bringing all her concerns back to life. Eventually,
Speaker 2: the announcer calls Marcus's name, dragging her from her mental isolation,
Speaker 2: forcing her to look toward the ring for the first
Speaker 2: time since sitting down. She squeezes the beer cup tightly,
Speaker 2: beer spilling over her legs. She could see Marcus on
Speaker 2: a horse that was from going mental and it hadn't
Speaker 2: even been released yet. What the crap was he doing?
Speaker 2: Why wouldn't he let her get a job? They could
Speaker 2: manage a trade of thoughts on worry's cascades through her mind.
Speaker 2: A large siren sounds and the gate holding Marcus and
Speaker 2: the horse away from the ring crashes open, allowing the
Speaker 2: horse to explode into the ring, violently throwing itself and
Speaker 2: Marcus seven ways to helen back. The seconds drag into
Speaker 2: hours as horse and ride a ricochet around the ring.
Speaker 2: Another siren. That's it, Marcus, you can stop now, she whispers,
Speaker 2: stress audible in her voice. Eventually, Marcus jumps from the horse,
Speaker 2: landing unsteadily on the sound. Sophie allows herself a sigh
Speaker 2: of relief, but then the horse turns, leaping again and
Speaker 2: knocking Marcus to the ground. Sophie leaps to her feet,
Speaker 2: staring at his still body on the ground. Pushing forward,
Speaker 2: she just knows she had to get to him. Before
Speaker 2: she was anywhere near the ring, the paramedics were surrounding
Speaker 2: him and moving him into an ambulance. As she reaches
Speaker 2: the ring's side, the ambulance disappears through the large wooden
Speaker 2: gates of the ring, and Drew has stood in front
Speaker 2: of her. What the fuck happened? Ru, she screams, tears
Speaker 2: burning at her cheeks. Honey, it's probably precautionary. Rody organizes.
Speaker 2: Don't like too many injuries to be visible in the ring.
Speaker 2: It's bad for business, he said, his voice level and serious.
Speaker 2: I'll get you to the hospital and we'll see what's what.
Speaker 2: Despite the rage burning through her body toward this man
Speaker 2: that had brought this upon them, she knew she was
Speaker 2: in no fit state to drive She eventually succumbed to
Speaker 2: a better judgment and agreed. The journey to the hospital
Speaker 2: was silent. Despite everything she wanted to say to Drew,
Speaker 2: she hadn't realized how many slow drivers there were in
Speaker 2: the city, or how many road works, delay after delay,
Speaker 2: stopping her from getting to see her Marcus to know
Speaker 2: he was okay. When eventually they make it to the hospital,
Speaker 2: Sophie does not even wait for Drew to stop completely
Speaker 2: before leaping from the four by four, speeding in through
Speaker 2: the main entrance and asking where Marcus is. The attendant
Speaker 2: checked records on the computer, all too slowly, in Sophie's opinion,
Speaker 2: and uttered something which she thought she heard Helpfully. They
Speaker 2: gave her directions where he was, which seemed to make
Speaker 2: it through to the fock of panic that clouded her mind.
Speaker 2: The next twenty minutes of searching the hospital rooms for
Speaker 2: Marcus proved that this was not the case. By the
Speaker 2: time she found him, Drew was already stead by his bedside.
Speaker 2: Damn this man. Before she can say a word, Drew
Speaker 2: focuses in on Sophie and says, he's okay. It looked
Speaker 2: a whole lot worse than it is. Nothing worse than
Speaker 2: a few bruises and a headache and a dented eagle.
Speaker 2: Sophie stares at him, not quite believing what she was hearing.
Speaker 2: Find me. Her body SAgs with a relief. Thank fuck
Speaker 2: for that, she says. Listen, I need to go call
Speaker 2: the road the organizer as I left before hours due
Speaker 2: on and explain what happened. I'll be just outside if
Speaker 2: you need anything, and I'll make sure you're not disturbed
Speaker 2: by the hospital staff, Andrew says as he eyes the
Speaker 2: bulge beneath Marcus's gown, ignoring him completely, Sophie says to Marcus,
Speaker 2: you just get the shit out of me. I hope
Speaker 2: you know that, half, sweetheart. It really is just a
Speaker 2: few bruises. He whispers. Exactly where are these bruises at?
Speaker 2: She asks, curious about the extent of his damage. Moving
Speaker 2: his gown off his shoulder, exposing an angry purple and
Speaker 2: black bruce, Sophie cannot help but lean in to kiss it,
Speaker 2: her lips gently caressing Markus's skin As he moans. Moving
Speaker 2: his gown again, a bruise on his ribs is exposed.
Speaker 2: Sophie moves her lips down, kissing it gently. Aware of
Speaker 2: his cock, tenting his hospital gown anywhere else, she whispers
Speaker 2: through her kisses. Marcus moves the gown aside to show
Speaker 2: a large bruise on the top of his thigh, kissing
Speaker 2: his thigh tenderly, her lips brushing over the angry mark,
Speaker 2: his cock throbbing underneath the gown, becoming firmer as Sophie's
Speaker 2: lips move higher up its thigh, her fingers caressing his
Speaker 2: balls as she kisses up his firm shaft, her tongue
Speaker 2: gently circling the tip of his cock as she looks
Speaker 2: up at him, whispering, need anything else, Oh, fuck I do?
Speaker 2: Sophie climbs up on his bed, her legs either side
Speaker 2: of him as she grasps his erection between her fingers,
Speaker 2: teasing its tip along her clip before impaling herself on
Speaker 2: to him, Gasping to control her breath as she feels
Speaker 2: his entire length pushed deep into a needy pussy, needing
Speaker 2: to confirm he's okay, needing to fell him warm and alive,
Speaker 2: needing him to fuck her as she rides his cock,
Speaker 2: sliding her pussy up and down his entire length, her
Speaker 2: lips stretched around his girth, images of him Withdrew flicker
Speaker 2: through her mind, of him sucking Drew's hard cock, and
Speaker 2: as she imagines Marcus's lips sliding up and down Drew's cock,
Speaker 2: she rides him even harder, more intensely, feeling the pulsing
Speaker 2: moving through a pussy, imagining his hand clutching at Drew's balls,
Speaker 2: massaging them as he takes his entire length deep into
Speaker 2: his throat. Hearing Drew moan loudly as his fingers moved
Speaker 2: through Marcus's hair, thrusting his erection even deeper into his mouth. Loudly,
Speaker 2: she moans, takes Drew's cock all the way inside your mouth, Marcus.
Speaker 2: Realizing suddenly that this was not in the quiet of
Speaker 2: her mind, she opens her eyes, Marcus looking at her
Speaker 2: with even greater desire. His pelt was thrusting even harder
Speaker 2: into a pussy. You want that, sweetheart, he gasped between thrusts,
Speaker 2: unable to deny it any more, Yes, she moans, Drew.
Speaker 2: Marcus calls out before Sophie can say another word. Drew
Speaker 2: is by the bedside again. Marcus gasps, your cock. I
Speaker 2: need to suck your cock. Without needing another request, Drew
Speaker 2: releases his quivering erection from his pants. Marcus grasps it
Speaker 2: urgently before sliding his lips up and down the shaft.
Speaker 2: Watching it sends trembles of pleasure through Sophie's body, her
Speaker 2: pussy clutching frantically at Marcus's cock. Drew clutches Marcus's hair
Speaker 2: in tight balls is His body tenses a moon rising
Speaker 2: through his chest, his head tilting back as sign all
Speaker 2: too obvious to Sophie, has Druth thruss hard into Marcus's mouth.
Speaker 2: Marcus's cock explodes inside her as a pussy clutches hard
Speaker 2: and his pulsing erection releasing her own intense orgasm. Placing
Speaker 2: her hands on Marcus's chest to study herself. Surprised by
Speaker 2: her own lack of inhibition, she looks at the two
Speaker 2: men before her. Her next idea is so filthy it
Speaker 2: surprises her. I want to ride your mouth, Marcus, lick
Speaker 2: you'll come out of my pussy. Sliding up his body,
Speaker 2: she lowers her pussy onto his waiting tongue, feeling him
Speaker 2: viciously licking at her still throbbing clip as it starts
Speaker 2: to cladch again. She grabs Drew's cock and slides her
Speaker 2: hand up and down it viciously pumping every last drop
Speaker 2: of come as it pulses over Marx's face. Seeing Drew's
Speaker 2: white cream dripping down Marx's chin just intensifies the sensations
Speaker 2: inside her body as she explodes in another orgasm. Sitting back,
Speaker 2: she whispers, kiss Marcus, clean all that come from his lips. Eagerly,
Speaker 2: Drew kisses every drop of come from Marx's face before
Speaker 2: kissing him deeply. Damn if this wasn't a whole new
Speaker 2: fantasy being played out right in front of her. Eventually,
Speaker 2: Sophie climbs off Marcus, eating her skirt and moving a
Speaker 2: little unsteadily to an easy chair in the corner. Ru
Speaker 2: puts his semi erect cock back inside his pants, and
Speaker 2: Marcus pulls his gown back over himself. The room was
Speaker 2: awkwardly quiet for a moment, no one knowing quite what
Speaker 2: to say. It was Drew that broke the silence. Oh,
Speaker 2: by the way, you won, You can go and pick
Speaker 2: your winnings up whenever you're ready. How the hell does
Speaker 2: that work, Sophie asked. He was always in control of
Speaker 2: the horse, Sofie, the ring hand should have got the reins,
Speaker 2: But he didn't. Guess they're just happy Marcus isn't doing them. Wow,
Speaker 2: guess that sets me up. Then might even buy us
Speaker 2: a saddle before next rodeo, Marcus says, grinning at Sophie
Speaker 2: like a cheshire cat. We'll talk about that when we
Speaker 2: get home, Sophie says, glaring at Marcus, not quite sure
Speaker 2: what she is feeling about rodeos right now, just the
Speaker 2: deep sensation of satisfaction embracing her body. Now, I hope
Speaker 2: you've enjoyed that little story. Now next week obviously a
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