Paranormal Secrets: Paranormal Werewolf Interracial Alpha Male Cowboy Ghost Erotica (3 Erotic Short Stories) (3 page)

“Oh fuck,” She whimpered.
“Oh, yes… this is so good.”

“Mmmmhh!” Cooper nodded,
his eager mouth full of her pussy, as his callused hands caressed her thighs
and buttocks.

Selene’s heart began to
race and her breath quickened. His hands felt like fiery torches on her soft
skin. Her whole body shivered with each lap of his tongue on her aching pussy.
The cowboy’s strong fingers probed at her slit and he inserted one inside. His
lips and tongue danced over her clitoris, sending her to ecstasy heights she
had never known, as he finger-fucked her slowly. She felt her insides clench
hard and knew an orgasm of intense proportion would wrack her body soon.

“Oh, Cooper… Ohhh,” She moaned,
clawing at his head. “Ohhh… I’m going to cumm so hard… oohhh.”

Cooper grinned and squeezed
her swollen pussy between his finger and thumb, making a little camel toe bulge
for his tongue to lash over. That pushed her over the brink. Her body shuddered
and she gave in to the release. Days of pent up tension and emotions cascaded
out of her in a rush of euphoria. She moaned and wept loudly, not caring that
they were out in the open, in a front yard of an old ranch house under the full
moon. She shivered as the cowboy lapped away at the juices flowing freely out
of her.

Her body shook with each
wave coursing through her and she felt Cooper reach up and under her blouse.
His deft hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. His fingers teased
her cherry hard nipples, intensifying her orgasm. She gasped and whimpered, her
fingers clawing at him, wanting him.

“Oh, Cooper… that was so
good.” She moaned. “I want more… come on up, cowboy… come on and ride me.”

“Miss Morgan,” He smiled,
licking her taste on his lips. “I’ve never heard you speak so freely before…
you’re downright making this ol’ ranch hand real horny.”

“Damn straight, I am,”
Selene slurred, driven by her lust, “Get on top of me… fuck me, baby.”

“Yee-haw!” The cowboy
bellowed and dropped his gun-belt and trousers in one go.

Though his cock wasn’t the
biggest one she had ever seen, it was big enough and sure looked like the
hardest. It throbbed and pulsed as he moved up to her. Selene spread her legs
out wide, her wet pussy hungry and wanting.

She gasped at the thickness
of his hard cock as it slid into her. She reached out and grasped at his chest
and shoulders. He was more man than she had ever known. Rock hard and chiseled
as if from granite, he was every bit a hard working cowboy, refined and honed
by nature. She wondered if she would ever find another like him, ever.

“Ohmigod!” She gasped.
“Your cock is so hard… it feels so good.”

“Yeah, Miss Morgan…” He
groaned and slammed his hips against her. “It feels great in there too… so wet
and warm, and tight.”

“Whoever you are, baby.”
Selene whispered. “You’re sure making this trip worth the while.”

Cooper grunted and lifted
her legs over his shoulders, bringing more of his weight down on her, going in
deeper into her pussy. Selene felt herself being folded in half, but she liked
it. His hard cock plunged in even deeper into her and she enjoyed the fullness.
She reached down and grabbed at his iron hard butt, and whatever the guy was,
cowboy or not, he must have spent a lot of time on a saddle or doing deep
squats to get those killer glutes, she thought.

“Oh, Selene…” He grunted.
“It’s time you rode this bronco.”

With a sudden drop to the
side he rolled over with her, his cock still deep inside and was on his back
with her on top. She felt breathless by the ease of his movement. Must be all
those years handling cattle, she laughed.

On top now, Selene took
charge. She pressed her palms down over his chest and bounced up and down on
his cock. She felt a thrill each time his cock slid almost out of her and then
went in all the way to the base. Her belly clenched as she moved like an exotic
dancer over him. She felt his hard fingers dig into her soft, yielding
buttocks, sending shivers all through her.

His thickness plunging deep
within her and her excitement triggered her second orgasm of the night. Her
fingers clawed at his hairy chest and he pulled her close to him. He kissed her
lips and stuck his tongue into her mouth as she came in shuddering spasms all
over his cock. Her whimpers were muffled with his tongue dancing with hers.

She felt his cock swell up
in response to her orgasm all over it. She pressed down hard on his cock,
squeezing his thickness tight. He looked like he was about to cum.

“No, wait.” Selene shouted.
“Not in there… I’m not on the pill.”

Cooper looked bewildered
for a moment.

“I want to taste you,
Cooper. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Uh, Miss Morgan…” The
cowboy’s eyes went wide. “That’s highly irregular, but I’d love that too.”

Selene quickly got off his
cock and slid down until the rigid cock was standing upright in front of her
face. She grabbed the base and began to stroke him. Opening her moist lips she
took the red hot head into her mouth. His gasp told her how much he enjoyed
that. She stroked his shaft furiously while sucking on the head with fervor.

His balls twitched and
tightened, signaling the release of his cum. She felt his cock expand in her
hand as she kept stroking it hard. Her lips clamped down on the head, she
didn’t want a drop to spill.

Suddenly he cried out and
jerked. His muscular body went stiff and she felt a rush of cum explode inside
her mouth. She looked up at him in surprise. Instead of the usual warmth,
Cooper’s cum was cold. But it tasted as good as any other she could remember. He
kept cumming for a while and she hungrily swallowed every drop.

“Oh, Selene…” He sighed and
ran his hands over her blonde hair.

“Mmmhh, that was different…
but so yummy.” Selene grinned at him, still stroking his cock slowly. “And I’d
like some more.”

“Sure thing, Miss Morgan…”
The cowboy grinned. “The night is young and the moon is still high.”

~

It was almost noon, with
the sun high in the sky when she pulled up in front of the little Real Estate
office. Prescott was waiting by the door.  He gave her a quizzical look.

“Good Morning, Miss
Morgan.” He nodded as she stepped out of the car. “Have a good night?”

“Morning, Mister Prescott.”
She smiled at him. “Yes, I had a very good night. And I’ve decided to keep the
place after all.”

“Well, that’s good for
you.” Prescott agreed. “There’s a few things we have in our safe I’d plumb
forgotten to get over last evening… we’d be glad if you’d take them too.”

“What sort of things?” She
raised an eyebrow.

“Old family heirlooms and
such, nothing of great value.” He replied as he pulled out a small box from the
safe.

“Why am I not surprised?”
She laughed with a rueful shake of the head.

‘So what changed your mind
to keep the place?” Prescott asked as he handed her the box.

“I met this fellow you
mentioned. The caretaker…” She said, eyeing him with care. “And he agreed to
look after the place for me, for a weekly pay.”

“Ah, you don’t have to
humor an old man…” He chuckled softly.

“Well, I did meet this…”
She began indignantly but decided to let it go. “What’s in the box?”

“Some letters, more papers,
a few trinkets and some old portraits and photographs.”

Selene opened the box and
began examining the artifacts. Prescott was right, nothing was of value. What a
waste. She turned her attention to the portraits and old sepia toned
photographs.

“And how old are these?”
She asked, laying them out on the table.

“Oh, about seventy to a
hundred years or more.”

She peered at the family
pictures with interest, not recognizing any one. Neither of her parents ever
mentioned a family ranch while she was growing up and she had no other family
apart from them.

A striking picture of a
young woman caught her eye. The picture was in black and white, but she could
tell the woman was a blonde.

“Who is this?” She looked
up at Prescott.

“Ah, that’d be Miss Delilah
Morgan; she was the talk of the town back when the Morgans owned most of this
place.”

Selene nodded and pulled up
another old photograph, this one featured a group of men dressed like cowboys
standing around the same young woman. She scanned the images of the men and her
breath caught. One of them looked distinctly familiar.

Cooper. Her mind raced. How
old was this picture, also a hundred years? How was that possible? She met
Cooper the night before.

“Who are… these men?” She
asked apprehensively.

“Those were the famous Wheaton boys, the best darn cattle wranglers in town. Cody and Cooper, they were near
legend among them.”

Cooper! She felt a numbing
chill descend all over her. It couldn’t be.

“Rumor has it,” Prescott continued. “That the one of Wheaton boys was in love with Miss Morgan there, and
gave his life trying to save her from a stampede back in 1903.”

Selene’s face had lost all
color. She grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip. She absently picked up
another piece of paper and looked at it. It was a kind of certification. A
birth certificate of a Miss Delilah Selene Morgan dated 1874. She placed the
glass back on the table and gathered up everything in the box.

“Is there a decent hotel in
town?” She asked. “I think I’m going to spend some time here looking over my
new estate… for a few more days.”

Notebook
Thief

An Erotic Interracial
Short Story

Amy sat in the middle of the lecture room
studying anything but the course material. The little red notebook drew her
attention again. It was a small notebook and probably filled with
anthropological statistics and factoids; the movement of nomadic tribes across
the continent, pregnancy rates of indigenous people. It wasn’t the sort of
thing anyone would want to steal, and yet, Amy had her eye on it. Maybe it was
the challenge of it. It belonged to the tall black guy in the front row and he
was almost always writing in it, or else it was shoved deep into the tight back
pocket of his baggy jeans.

At first she had just been bored. She
thought she could chat him up a bit and kill a few minutes before class
started. “Hey…” She said coyly, striking a cute pose at the edge of his row.
But he didn’t even look up! He was curled over the pages, his pencil skittering
across the page lightning fast. “Um… hello?” Amy was not used to getting
ignored. She was tall and fit, and knew exactly how good she looked in her skin
tight tank top and miniskirt. Leaning forward so that a nice swath of her
cleavage was on display, Amy tried again, “Excuse me?”  Finally, he looked up. 
“I think my pen rolled under your seat.” She lied smoothly then smiled to
herself as he took a good long look down her shirt.

“No worries.” He said shutting the book and
sliding it under his hip before relaxing casually back into his seat. “Go
ahead.”
Smart guy
, she thought.
He gets to chill and look me over to
his heart’s content while I work around him
. She shimmied down the narrow
row and made a show of looking under the seats. He crossed his arms, casually
perusing her body as she bent and twisted searching for the imaginary pen. Amy
slid a hand across her butt, holding her short skirt down and emphasizing the
curves of her ass. “Sorry to interrupt your writing. What were you working on?”
She said, batting her eyelashes.  He shrugged.
Oo how annoying
, Amy
thought to herself. But she wasn’t ready to quit yet.

 “I’m Amy by the way.”

“Tyrone.” He responded distractedly as he
checked his cell briefly.

If he was going to be like that then she
was going to have to up her game. Delicately she rolled her shoulder and let
her heavy purse fall forward. It tipped open, spilling its contents across his
arm rest and the floor. He leapt up as her water bottle came crashing down
almost in his lap. “Damn, what you trying to do? Castrate me?” Amy licked her
lips as she watched the notebook slip off his chair and hit the floor. Dropping
to her knees she made a grab for it. But he was faster. Just as her fingers
touched the spine, he caught her by the wrist. 

“Nah, I’m on to you, girl.”

“Come on,” she said throwing him another
flirty smile, “Let me see it. You were working on it so intensely and you
wouldn’t answer when I asked nicely… I’m just curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” He said with a
wry smile.

“Satisfaction brought it back.” She quipped
easily.

“Ha! Nice. But no. You can’t see it. Take
your own notes.”

Amy opened her mouth to continue the
argument but the professor broke in. “Miss Rove? If you could please take a
seat. I’d like to get started.”

Pouting unhappily, Amy quickly stuffed the
remainder of her things into her purse and looked for a nearby seat. The only
one was several rows back. She’d never be able to see what he was writing from
all the way back there! How frustrating. And distracting… she could barely
concentrate on the seminar at all.

She chewed on her pencil, and narrowed her
pretty green eyes. He was so protective of that notebook. It had to be more
than just class notes. Now that her interest was piqued there was no way she
could let go. She was going to read that thing no matter what! But if she
wanted to see that notebook she was going to have to get serious. Could it be
done? Could she tug it free of his pants without him noticing?

Twirling a long ribbon of her blonde hair
around her finger, Amy came up with a plan. The best time to swipe it would be
just a few minutes after the professor let them go. Everyone would swarm the
door. Talking loudly and bumping into each other. Amy would simply press up
against the tall guys back and…  Hmm, no. He would still notice if pulling on
the notebook yanked his pants too sharply. Would he get angry if he caught her?
If he did catch her, she could always pretend she was grabbing his butt.
Everyone loves to be flirted with… and he did have a
very
nice butt.
Nonetheless it would be better not to get caught at all. She was going to need
a little distraction.

Watching the clock over the door, she
waited as the minutes ticked by and the professor droned on endlessly. Finally,
he wrapped up and she hurriedly shoved her own notes into her purse.  Sliding
out of her seat, Amy smoothed down her miniskirt and scanned the room for the
owner of the notebook. There he was; ambling towards the door at an easy pace. She
dodged in front of a pair of chatty friends and eased in to the press of bodies
at the door. Now what would make a good distraction… ah ha! Angling between two
people, Amy pinched the butt of an angry looking Asian chick. Hard. The woman
squealed in shock and shoved the guy behind her, accusing him loudly “What the
hell?! Asshole!” The hipster guy threw his hands up in defense but it was too
late. Her push nailed him full in the chest and he fell backwards into a short
dude with thick glasses. The glasses hit the floor and slid. In seconds the
doorway was completely jammed with gawkers. And the owner of the notebook was
in the thick of it. His back was turned and book was right there waiting for
her.

Now!
Amy
commanded herself and grabbed the notebook with both hands. A tiny wiggle and
it was free. Amy palmed the book and hid it against her opposite hip. She tried
to hide her grin too, as she calmly skirted the still squabbling students.
What
a rush! Who needs caffeine when you can steal shit instead?
She giggled to
herself as she strolled out of the building and rounded the corner heading
towards the library. The library wasn’t her usual hang out of choice, but Amy
was way too impatient. That notebook was practically burning a hole in her
pocket so to speak. She stroked her purse and broke into a light jog; tan legs
stretching out into an easy pace.

Once in the library, she went straight for
the archive stacks. Nobody went down here, right? And even if they did, they
would think the red notebook was something she pulled from the shelves.
Genius!
A quick ride in the elevator and she was in a private sanctuary. There, she
cracked open the book and began to read.

“Wow” she exclaimed in hushed tones.
“Definitely not class notes…” The words on the page were rich, descriptive and
very, very, sexual.  Bent low over the page, Amy felt her face heating up as
her head filled with wicked images. Tyrone was one seriously... what? Over
sexed? Or underserved? Was this stuff all in his imagination or did he act out
these fantasies? Did he do this to his girlfriend? As she licked her fingertips
and turned another page, Amy started to picture herself involved in these
scenes.

Hot and panting. Wet and wanting. Legs
in the air…
The library seemed to be getting hotter
by the second. Amy switched the notebook over to one hand and fanned herself
with the other. Then she let her hand stray to the front of her shirt,
unconsciously stroking her nipple as she read on further.
Then he…and she…
Amy was getting seriously wound up as she read on, quickly devouring page after
page. Idly she pressed against her skirt, touching herself through the taught
fabric. Too bad she wore such a tight skirt today. There was no way to slip a
hand into her panties without rolling her whole skirt up to waist height.

 “Thief.”

 Amy almost dropped the book. Tyrone was
standing at the end of the row completely filling any escape route and there
was no place to hide. She was caught red-handed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad
thing… Suddenly, Amy saw Tyrone in a new light; not a just studious guy working
away during class, but total freak in the bedroom. Thinking back to every class
where she’d seen him writing and writing, she scanned his long limbs and wide
hands. Could he do what he wrote with those hands? She imagined his wide soft
lips mouthing those dirty words and felt a wave of heat wash over her.  Amy
very much wanted to hear that… and maybe even do some of that. Her pale body
pressed against his coffee colored skin… but he was staring at her. Waiting for
her to respond.

“I..” There was no point in denying that
she had stolen it. “I’m sorry. I thought it was just class notes.”

“And I fail the next exam. Yeah. That’s
cool.” He said sarcastically, the edge of his smile twisted wryly.

“You could have borrowed someone’s notes.
But it doesn’t matter. I only read a tiny bit, but this is… this is different.
I would have given your poetry back.”

He laughed “I ain’t a poet. Those are song
lyrics. I got a band.”

“You say this stuff in front of an
audience?!”

“What, little thief, you don’t mind
stealing shit in broad daylight but you ain’t got the balls for a few nasty
lyrics? You a virgin or something?’

Amy put her chin in the air vaguely
offended “Of course not!”

“Then what you gonna trade me for taking my
book?”

“Seriously?? Who would give up their first
time to you just because they had this book for five minutes? I mean it’s hot
and all--” Tyrone was smiling. Amy blushed as she realized what he’d done. He’d
tricked her into admitting that she’d read more than she’d claimed. And that
his words had an effect. They definitely had an effect… She licked her lips and
shifted her feet, aware of her thighs sliding across each other; aware of her
tank top pulling across her nipples. With no bra to hide under, her hardening
nipples must be plain as day.
Fine
, she thought,
if he wants to play.
Let’s play.

“Possession is nine tenths of the law,” she
said tucking the book behind her back. “If you want it back, you should be the
one paying me. What have you got to offer me?”

A lopsided grin spread across his face
again, Amy thought it gave him a distinctly wicked look. Uh oh, what had she
gotten herself into?

“Girl, I definitely got something you
want.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim pink vibrator.

Amy gasped. “That’s mine! How did you—?
When--?” But he didn’t have to answer. Of course. The little toy would have
fallen out when she dumped her purse on him in class. She had completely
forgotten that she even had it with her.

“So. Want it back?” He dangled it just out
of reach. Embarrassed, Amy made a grab for it but missed by a mile. Tyrone was
so tall he could have easily placed the vibrator on the top shelf without even
stretching.

“Fine! I’ll give you your book back. Now
just hand over my toy and we’re even, ok?”

“Nuh uh. I don’t think we’re even yet. I
want to know what my words did to you. Did they get your honey flowing?”

They were at a stand-off. Tyrone had the
aisle blocked and Amy was having a hard time hiding her smile. Yes, the lyrics
had made her crazy hot and it looked like Tyrone knew it. His confidence was
even more of a turn on. Amy put a hand on her hip considering her next move.

Tyrone leaned casually to the side, “How
‘bout you tell me the lyrics you read. Give me a dramatic reading. Or are you
too shy? Too much of a good girl to get nasty?”

It was her turn to smile. “I’m not that
much of a good girl.”

“Uh huh. Prove it.” He gestured at the
book.

“Why don’t I show you instead?”  Amy
reached out and set the book on a shelf, then lowered her long eyelashes.
Tyrone automatically followed where she was looking. Her hands were on the edge
of her miniskirt and she was beginning to raise it up, inch by inch.

Surprised but obviously pleased, Tyrone
crossed his arms and leaned back to enjoy the view.  Amy lifted her skirt all
the way up, until she was showing her zebra stripped satin panties. Then she
stopped.

Tyrone pretended to look unimpressed, “That
all you got? I thought you said you were a bad girl?” Amy tossed her hair,
she’d been expecting a challenge like that. “I’m proposing another trade. You
give me my toy, and I’ll give you the notebook…plus these panties.” That said
she slipped her fingers under the string sides of the thong and rolled it down
her smooth legs. Stepping free of the thong gracefully, she scooped it up and
dangled it from her finger tip. “Do we have a deal?”  He slowly accepted the
offered crumpled satin; palmed the still warm fabric and then pushed it into
his jeans pocket. The whole time he never took his eyes off of Amy. Her skinny
miniskirt was still hiked up and she made no move to pull it down. Her tan gave
away to a sharp white bikini line. A neat dusting of gold curls decorated the
smooth pale skin above the delicate lips of her pussy.

“Yeah… We’ve got a deal.” He moved to her
side smoothly. “I’m ready to give you your toy.” Tyrone flicked it on and the
small toy leapt to life. Amy reached out to take it but he quickly moved it
away. “Hey! You said we had a deal!”

“We do. I’m gonna give it to you.”