Country T-Girl Encounter

Country T-Girl Encounter

Posted on November 15, 2015

Things had gone from bad to worse that week. I'd lost my job on Monday and by Friday, my girlfriend had thrown me out. I'd been staying with a buddy but that couldn't last long. I'd stopped by my ex girlfriend's place and picked up the last of my stuff. On the way I passed Renegades, the country bar around the corner from her house.

I'd passed it a thousand times but had never been in the place. I'd heard there were always a lot of hot girls there, so I decided to check it out. Hot women and cold beer sounded like a winning combination.

It was early on a Sunday night, so it was a little slow at first, but things picked up quickly. By nine o'clock it was crowded, and the things I'd heard about the women were true. The place was loaded with fine looking country girls. Most of them in tight blue jeans and a few in cowboy hats. Most of the were friendly too. I spoke to a few and even the ones that shot me down were polite.

Then there was one that caught my eye from across the room. She was standing at the bar when I first saw her. It was her hair that caught my eye first. Strawberry blonde, the same colour as Annie's. Annie, the girl that robbed me of my virtue at such a tender age; the girl that taught me about love so long ago.

Then my gaze flowed down her back to the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. Firm and round; strong. The ass of a real woman. And a great pair of strong athletic legs, wrapped tight in faded denim. As my eyes drifted back up her legs, she turned. My eyes locked for a second at the crease where her gorgeous legs met. I raised my eyes a bit more to be greeted by the a pair of the most beautiful breasts . Her blouse was open several buttons, revealing just enough cleavage to drive a guy crazy. It was obvious that this woman had all the right equipment and knew how to use it.

I raised my eyes up to her face. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. The way the light struck her eyes, I could see from across the room that they were green. They shown like emeralds. There was something about that smile. I thought she winked at me , but I'm not sure. I had to talk to her. I made my way to where she stood, but by the time I go the bar, she'd disappeared into the crowd.

I ordered another beer and asked the bartender about her. He told me they called her Star. Just then I spotted her again. And just as before, she'd disappeared before I could get to her. This went on for almost an hour. Until we both just happened to approach the bar at the same time. We nearly ran into each other. She smiled that smile at me again and I was tongue tied.

"I'm Drew," I finally managed to say.

"And I'm Star," she replied.

"Yeah, I know."

"You know?"

"He told me." I said, nodding toward the bartender.

"Oh, Billy told you, eh?" she said and then stuck her tongue out at Billy. "What else did Billy tell ya?"

"Just that they call you Star. Is there more I should know?"

"Is there more you want to know?"

Billy set us up with a couple Lone Star beers and I said, "Sure, I want to know everything; everything there is to know about you, Star."

Star looked at Billy, ordered two more beers and said, " I don't think he knows what he's in for, does he?" Billy put the beers on the bar and walked away laughing and shaking his head. There were a lot of wannabe cowgirls in Renegades that night, but it was obvious that Star was not one of them. She was the real deal all right; as real as a summer's day is long.

Star dragged me to a corner booth, and by the time we'd finished our first beer, had told me her life story, in three hundred words or less. I felt like I had known her my whole life.

"Your turn," she said. We started our second beers, and I told Star the story of my life in less than two hundred words. It was if we were lifelong friends.

I'd told Star all about losing my job and all about my breakup. Before the night was over she'd offered me a job and a place to stay. She owned a ranch in Loxahatchee She raised horses. I told her I didn't know much about horses and she said that didn't matter. She said she had another guy that worked for her, Joe, and he could teach me a lot. A twinkle came to her eye when she said it, and the corners of her lips turned up in a sly smile. Oh, those gorgeous lips. I didn't think much more about it. Her eyes flashed and sparkled a lot as she spoke. And it wasn't the first time I'd seen that wicked little grin of hers that night. It was as if some dirty little thought had crossed her mind. I could only hope she was thinking what I was thinking.

"Well hun,' she said, "we really need to get goin'. Five AM comes awfully early. Some of us have to work for a livin', don't we?"

I followed her out to her ranch. The guest house wasn't ready so Star told me I could stay in a guest room in the main house. That was just what I wanted to hear. We walked in and I followed her up the stairs. That beautiful ass of hers was right at eye level. Swinging back and forth. She was driving me insane. Star was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. She was naturally sexy. She didn't have to try.

She showed me to a small room, turned on the light and waved her hand out to present the room. I looked at the room and then back at Star. It seemed like time stood still as we gazed into each other's eyes. I thought for a second I was hypnotized. I thought I heard her saying something without moving her lips. I couldn't make out what it was she was saying, but I liked the sound of it. It sounded very sexy. Everything about Star was sexy.

Just as natural as could be, I reached out and wrapped my arm around Star's waist and pulled her to me. Our faces moved closer and a little sigh escaped her lips just before mine were pressed against them. Her lips were plump and soft. I kissed first the top lip, then the bottom. She parted them slightly and let my tongue slip into her warm mouth. My tongue found hers and they danced. Twisting and writhing in our mouths. We kissed as if were long lost lovers, who hadn't seen each other in years. There was an urgency to it; as if we needed to make up for lost time. My hand glided down her back to that marvellous ass of hers. Her jeans were so tight that my hand slid smoothly across it, cupping the cheek of her ass.

She pulled me into the room and to the bed. Before I can speak, she began to rub the front of my pants. 

"Let me take some of the pressure off", she says. 

Firmly, she places one hand on my chest and begins unbuttoning my shirt while pushing me backward, never ceasing to rub my ever hardening cock beneath my pants. Her ministrations weaken me, and even though I lean to being more aggressive during sex, I find myself submitting to her motions more and more. Her hand slides down my now bare chest to undo my belt, then my pants, which fall to my ankles. Simultaneously, I step out of my shoes and the slacks, and allow her to remove my shirt and shorts. She guides me to the bed and, in my state of helpless lust, allow her to manoeuvre me as she saw fit. I stare directly into her eyes, mine being heavy lidded as she continues to control me through her deft pulls, twists, and strokes of my cock. With her free hand, she begins to undressed. Her skin is beautiful; soft and smooth. 

I admire her body as mine writhes and sweats under her control. She has beautiful muscle tone. She sits between my widespread legs, continuing to stroke. Her other hand slides under the elastic of her thong and removes it. I see it as it springs free. She has a cock. My eyes lock upon it and stare. It is definitely a cock, as hard and erect as my own. I try to react, but she is too quick. Her hands grab my wrists and hold them to my sides, her legs pivot on top of mine, locking me into position, and her head goes down and she takes me into her mouth. 


I protest. 


Deep inside, I know it is to no avail. If with the simple use of one hand she is able to all but control me, I knew that I was already too far gone. Her lips and tongue slowly, yet thoroughly began to drain me of my resistance. My mind raced. Dazed, I tried to make sense of what was happening. Attempts to push her off were a waste of energy. 

Her hands and legs had me pinned. Even if that were not the case, the act of her licking, sucking, and tasting me made me unsure if I wanted to be released, yet I continued to try. She had been controlling me orally for over 20 minutes, and my strength had been drained. She knew well what to do. Several times I felt an orgasm about to explode, yet she sensed it and redirected her focus onto a less sensitive area until the building explosion subsided. 

"Stop......stop....stop sucking me...I....."

Even my verbal protests began to weaken. 

"No....stop.....stop suc......ahuhhh...uhhhh..."

My words are reduced to gasps and moans as she deliberately induces such intense pleasure that words can no longer be formed. Now in a state of submission, I try to move my hips to force an orgasm, yet her control persists unabated. Her teeth now joined the fray, and gently nibbled and bit to keep the explosion at bay. 

When she saw that neither my mind nor body were able to resist, she changed position. With movement that seemed to take place in slow motion, she grasped my wrists and moved upward across my body, raising my hands over my head and positioning her hips over my throbbing and pulsating cock. Ever so slowly, she lowered her self and took me into her arse. Once I was entirely within her, she began to ride. She paced herself at first, and then began to hump and buck with intensity. My hips moved in tandem with her motion. I glanced at her eyes and saw the deep satisfaction of victory. She ground and rotated as I thought only a pussy could; to the point that she felt comfortable is releasing my hands and began to massage her breasts. I watched her, mesmerized. 

Over time, it was obvious that she was reaching the same state to which she had brought me. Moans and whimpers escaped from her lips, and her skin now glistened with sweat, beads blending into streams which followed her rich curves. With only control left at my disposal, my gripped her hips and forced them up and down with a greater force. 


She moaned. Soon, it was clear that neither of us could go much longer. Her body had submitted to my cock as my cock had submitted to her. We burst together, waves of incredible intensity rushing again and again. Even when the sensation subsided, and my orgasm completed, I continued to rock her until each of had cum several times. 

I had lost count when I noticed how limp she had become; her body now moving only on instinct and sensation, her eyes rolled back so that the whites could be seen. I looked down at her still erect cock, and began to pump it furiously. She gasped and moaned. Soon, she was cumming from both ass and cock, forcing still more cum from my body. Not to be outdone, she slid one hand under my cock and squeezed and massaged my balls. We both came with the last of our strength and our fluids. She collapsed on my chest, our bodies heaving with exhaustion. I passed out, not sure who had taken who, or even who had submitted; yet deep inside I knew.

Story by: BigAndy922