There is only a stream. The temperature is perfect for a little toilette. I undo my corset and place it on a rock, then do the same with my dress, glancing over the camp. McArty is still sleeping, his hat on his nose. He's the guy my dad paid handsomely to help me get to the West without a hitch. He knows the terrain like the back of his hand. He has made this trip dozens of times for women who no longer dare to use a caravan since the attacks of the last few months. The path is less comfortable but safer.
My father always worries about men who approach me. Her darling daughter will never admit to him that many men have already taken advantage of her pretty face. Using my charms to get what I want is a game, a way to find out if I could live without my father's fortune. And it is reassuring to note that all those who shared my bed would be ready to offer me mountains and wonders. But I’m not ready, at the age when others are already married and mothers, to give up my freedom. I still have too many things to discover. It is for this reason I’m heading West.
We left Fort Hood a week ago and still haven't crossed the border into the Republic of Texas. I’m responsible for the slow pace at which we travel. We stop as soon as the heart tells me, that is to say every time I feel like it’s too hot and I need to dip my feet into the water. McArty knows my dad would spread the word to his friends for his good service, so his patience with me knows no bounds. He's not very talkative so I tease him from time to time but, good natured, he takes all my remarks lightly. I slipped his name to my father on the recommendation of my friend Lady Anna who never ceased to praise him in her letters. She didn't lie to me. McArty is a handsome, somewhat boorish man. He doesn't bother with good manners. He talks to me as if he’s not interested, which piques my curiosity since we left.
He’s still sleeping in the distance. I take off my lingerie and lie down naked in the water. Divine feeling. I undo my long brown hair that cascades down my back. The sun caresses my face, my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I could stay like this for hours. A majestic eagle flies above my head. I close my eyes and the eagle lets out a cry. And then a shadow comes to block the rays of the sun. McArty is standing over me. I hasten to hide my body with my hands.
― Do you mind?!
He squats next to me.
― You're pretty well made under all the frills, he says, pointing to my dress with his chin.
I’m so amazed he’s here I thank him for the compliment.
― Want a coffee? he says. I was going to make one.
― No, thank you.
― The water is always good here, no matter the season.
His nonchalance takes me by surprise. For once he wants to chat a bit, but does he not see I’m not able to make conversation with him?
He takes off his boots.
― What exactly are you doing?
― I’m joining you.
― I’m Sorry?
He takes off his pants so quickly that I see his penis before I have time to turn my head.
― Don't tell me this wasn’t one of your tricks, he says.
― A trick? You're wrong, McArty, get dressed!
The idea of him joining me during my toilette has crossed my mind several times, but experiencing it that way is quite different. He gets dressed, taking his time. Then he bends down to take water with a cup.
― It's up to you, he says. Don't stay there for hours, we’ve got to hit the road.
I get dressed and go back to the camp, still dazed by what he let me see. He's tying my horse's strap to his saddle when I arrive.
― Get on, he says.
― On your horse?
― We’re about to pass a risky area.
― I know how to ride a horse, I can go very fast if necessary.
― No you can’t. Get on.
He helps me, pushing my butt up. I sit side-saddle, like a lady.
He mounts behind me after tying my horse to his, and encircles me with his arms to hold the girth. He kicks the animal with his foot and off we go.
― Do you do this often? I ask
― What do you mean?
― Joining the young ladies during their toilette.
― It depends on the lady.
― Why me, then?
― You've been teasing me since Fort Hood.
― I’ve been teasing you?
My bad faith seems to amuse him. I like his attitude, but I would like to see what’s behind all this. I raise my leg and pass it to the other side of the horse to let him smell my hair, if he wants to. With each trot, the movements of the horse cause our bodies to rub against each other.
― What about now? he says.
I turn my head to give him a quizzical look.
― What? I’m only changing position because my lower back hurts. Does it bother you?
He does not deign to answer. I discreetly accentuate the movement of my hips.
― My word, you’re impossible! he says.
― What? What am I doing?
― Are you rubbing against me or am I dreaming?
― It's your horse that makes me move like that.
― You know, all you have to do is ask nicely.
― Really? Would you be willing to do me this favor?
― If it's the one I'm thinking of, it is with pleasure that the house offers it to you.
He gives in so easily I have no doubt he had been thinking about it for a while. He kisses my neck then pulls my skirts up. The hairs of his beard rub in my neck, his lips make me die of desires. He finds my panties and runs his hand under them.
I've been touching myself discreetly for a whole week thinking of him before falling asleep and all I had to do was ask... He parts my lips to put his entire middle finger there. He can't ignore how badly I want him now. He lets out a big sigh.
He leans me forward and I grab the horse's neck for balance. He goes up my skirt, rips my panties with a brisk gesture and then points his penis against me. Little did I know he wouldn't even take the time to get us off his horse. To feel his flesh against mine, ready to pierce me, fills me with vices. I want him so deep inside me that I stay silent so he doesn't change his mind. He enters my body, little by little. He doesn't need to come and go, the horse's trot does the trick. He finally enters at full length and steals a cry from me.
― Lie to me again, young lady, and I will spank you!
He clacks his spurs against the horse and we set off again, faster. He goes in and out and I hear him gasping behind me.
I cling as best I can, raise my buttocks for him to take me even deeper. I feel the delicious tug in the pit of my stomach.
― Stop the horse! I say. I’m coming.
He pulls on the strap, the horse stops. He puts his boots through the spurs to stand up. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me back and forth against him violently.
― Would that be all, my Lady?
I feel like an animal being taken like that and I love it.
― Add a finger! I beg
— You naughty little…
― Shut up! Add a finger, quick! I’m coming!
He does the job perfectly. And suddenly the pleasure returns, from the hollow of my stomach to the tips of my feet. A deluge of shivers runs from my crotch and up my spine. As I lose control he grabs me and continues back and forth himself. The spasms take hold of me and squeeze his cock uncontrollably.
― You’re such a pervert..., he lets go before moaning his orgasm.
His gun goes in one last time and unloads all his bullets. I do not move, I gladly accept his lead, buttocks in the air. He blows his pleasure into the crook of my shoulder.
― Was it all you needed, my Lady?
― Stay in me a little longer, I like to feel you there.
― No. You don't deserve it.
He pulls out. I look shocked, but the way he treats me excites me.
― You heard that right, he says.
We stop for the night. I watch him roll his cigarette, calm, almost meditative.
― You plan to take care of me tonight?
— Be quiet for two minutes.
― How are you going to do it?
He licks the paper and finishes rolling in silence.
― Really? You're not going to tell me? Tease me a little?
He strikes a match on his pants and lights his cigarette.
I roll my sleeves down to bare my shoulders but it doesn't seem to have any effect on him. I’m horny. The little session from earlier turns in my head and, with his crotch under my eyes, the desire to be taken by this boor comes back.
― I want you, McArty.
His eyes slowly move up to mine.
― Again? I thought I calmed you down.
In the same movement, I push him so he’s on his back and I sit on him.
He takes my arms, stops me in my tracks, lifts my skirt and retrieves his pistol from his colt to put it down further.
― A little warning would be nice, he says with the cigarette still in his mouth.
He takes a puff of his cigarette and takes it between his fingers, as if he was just going to attend a show, as if he had no intention of using me. He looks at me without moving, ready to be impressed. I undo my hair, loosen my corset to throw it away. My perky little breasts point in front of him but he remains stoic. I lean over him and pretend to kiss him. He sports a mischievous smile on his face. And then, in a gesture as quick as it is firm, he grabs me and turns me around. His weight presses me to the ground, prevents me from moving.
― You have the devil in your body. I'll tie you up for the night.
― Certainly not!
I struggle and he lets me up.
― You want to tie me up? Very well. But you'll have to catch me first! I say before starting to run in the dark night.
I laugh out loud as I run. He doesn’t run after me but I know he’ll come for me. And sure enough he catches up with me in no time and grabs me from behind. I pretend to struggle as he ties my hands behind my back. It’s not really tight, I could get rid of it, if I wanted to. He takes me back to the camp in silence.
Once back at the fire, he helps me to sit against a tree and gently sticks a handkerchief in my mouth. My questioning look prompts him to explain.
― So that I can eat in silence.
He's really going to leave me there while he eats?
Yes, and he takes his time, the bastard! He teases me unknowingly passing in front of my eyes, him and his little ass. He gently chews in the distance while I fantasize about ways he would take me. Will he use force? Enjoy it while my hands are behind my back? Oh how I wish he...
He finally gets up and walks over to me.
― Listen, I won't go looking for you if you run away again.
I nod yes. He kneels down next to me and pulls the handkerchief from my mouth.
― Take me, I say. There, like that, I want you.
― I'll take you only when I feel like it, my Lady.
He releases my hands.
― We have to sleep now. We leave at dawn.
He reaches out his hand to help me up but I don't use it. I go straight to my blanket without even looking at him.
The night is cool. He threw wood on the embers several times, the fire started up again, but I'm shivering under my blanket and I can't sleep. I hear him moving behind me, blowing into his hands. And then after a while, when he probably thinks I've fallen asleep, he comes and presses himself against my back. I stand still. I pretend to sleep. It actually warms me up. The heat now found I no longer tremble. But it takes a long time for me to fall asleep, since I mentally wish he'd take advantage of the situation.
The next day, I find him naked at the river. I observe him behind a bush. He spends a lot of time washing his crotch. If I was naive I would say he cleans up thoroughly, but when he tilts his head back with a sigh it leaves no doubt. Why doesn't he come and ask me?
I return to the camp and he arrives only a few minutes later, the coffee pot in hand.
― Was the water okay? I say.
He gestures for me to be quiet.
― Coffee? he says, pointing to his mug.
I politely decline and he throws the rest of the coffee onto the coals. Then he puts on his boots, retrieves his blanket, rolls it up and hangs it next to mine on my horse. With a wave of his hand, he invites me get on his horse again. Wishing to renew the experience of the day before, I put one leg on each side right away. He is the one who will soon be begging me, and he will give me what I want without my having to ask him. He mounts behind me and we set off. I don't even wait for a minute. The memory of our little experience tickles my stomach. I arch my back well so that my buttocks are right up against his crotch and my cleavage in his field of vision.
― Is that perfume I smell? he said.
― Do you like it?
― Who exactly do you wear this for?
― Can’t you guess?
― I prefer women’s natural scent.
The boor complains that I smell too good?
― I saw you this morning at the river, I say. It looks like you really had a hard time keeping your hands away from yourself.
― Well, I just felt like it, and when I feel like it...
― Don’t you feel like it with me?
And since he doesn't want to answer, I change the subject by telling him about the dream I had during the night.
― We were going through a mountain canyon full of outlaws, and you pushed me behind a rock while their group passed. And they hadn't all passed yet when you took me wildly against the rock, one hand pressed against my mouth so that I wouldn't make any noise. And then I woke up.
He listens to me talk and I wonder what he thinks. And then I feel his cock harden behind my back.
― It’s not a dream, just one of those women's fantasies.
― What a difference!
― I'll think about it tomorrow morning by the river.
― Why didn't you call me this morning? I could have helped.
He puts his hat back on his head, looking like he's had enough of this conversation, but the wood pressing on my back doesn't lie. Why doesn't he take me like yesterday, damn it!
― Next time come join me, he says. If you feel like it.
The minutes pass in silence. This man does not work like the others. He doesn't want to take me until I ask him to. It's a rule I can adapt to.
― I'll stop my bad faith on one condition, I say.
― I learned to really appreciate your bad faith, you know.
― I'll stop complaining about the heat if you take me as you please until we get there. Whenever you want, however you want.
He bursts out laughing.
― You’re not serious.
I rub myself outrageously against him.
― Very serious. I’ll do anything you tell me. Absolutely everything.
I grab his hands and put them on my chest to convince him.
― This offer would surely make you very happy, wouldn’t it? But you would kill me.
I run my hand down my back and caress him over his pants, but he doesn't flinch. The more I tease him, the less interested he seems. Definitely different.
He knows an entrance in the rock where we can spend the night comfortably. We find ourselves in a huge cave a few meters above the ground, from which we can keep an eye on the horses.
― I will not make a fire tonight, we’ll have to use the blankets.
A sunset and a few bites of cured meats later, it's time to sleep. As we both lie on our backs thinking, I break the silence.
― It's strange, this life you lead, I say.
― It suits me.
― But don't you feel like stopping anywhere for a while?
― No. Hush.
― No woman ever made you want to stop somewhere?
He gets up and rolls onto his elbow.
― If I listened to myself, I would make you moan all day instead of having to answer your stupid questions.
That he confesses his passion to me, even if it’s just carnal, delights me.
― And what are you waiting for?
― Beg me.
― Make me moan McArty!
― And with the politeness?
I unbutton his pants. He lets me do it without flinching. I'm reaching for his sex and pull it out. It's not completely hard but I'm about to change all that. I kiss it softly then watch his reaction. He looks at me like he's used to being taken care of like that. So be it. I part my lips and put it all in my mouth. He said nothing but the jolt of his cock on my tongue pleases me. I go back and forth on him, languorously, lovingly, until it becomes so hard I can only eat the tip. Then I feel his hand pushing my head against him and his pelvis moving inside me.
― Ist that's what you want? he says.
My mouth is too full to answer him, but yes, that's what I want. For him to have fun with my body, to let him take control, to make him lose his mind. My body is already shaking and oozing at the thought of him taking me wildly.
He pulls me up to him and penetrates my mouth with his eager tongue. His hand finds its way under my skirts. He rolls his fingers in my wet slit. I need to feel him inside me...
I get up and position myself like a wild cat in front of him, skirts up, buttocks at his disposal.
― It's a shame not to see you under the fire light tonight..., he says
He places his hand on my lower back and tickles my small hole with the tip of his thumb. No longer able to stand it, he pushes his penis into me while continuing to play with his finger to relax me.
He pounds me hard. My body squeezes him as if he was planning to never come back. He growls his pleasure.
Then he changes hole, pushes into me gently to the hilt, before slowly coming out and back in again. Delicious feeling of invasion. He catches his breath and I mine.
― You’re a little whore!
― Don't you worry. I’ll go to confession as soon as we arrive.
― Will you tell the priest you enjoyed it?
― I'll give him all the details, I’ll even tell him a man took me in a place that isn't made for that.
― That might turn him on.
― I hope so.
He gives me serious jerks.
― You’re so tight...
He stops so as not to come too quickly.
― Destroy me!
I move back and forth under him since he stopped, imploring for his cum deep inside me.
― You’re too much, he says. Don't be surprised if I don't h…
I accelerate my movements on him. My body sucks it in even more, pumps its energy to the marrow. He finally joins me in this animal movement, emptying his load in me as if his life depended on it, in a loud moan. Having made him come so quickly fills me with immense pleasure.
He's still too high to care about me.
I wiggle under him.
― Stop moving, he says.
My stomach feels hot an hollow and I know what that announces. My feet arch, my temples thump. Feeling his intrusive cock makes me come quickly, my muscles tense on their own. He holds my hips then gives me a few jerks that finish me off. My cries echo against the walls of the cave and I let myself rest on the ground. I can't hide my satisfaction behind a broad smile.
― It still stands, I tell him.
― What does?
― My offer, for you to do whatever you want with me until we get there.
He shakes his head as if to say I'm crazy, then puts his hat on his forehead to let me know it's time to sleep.
Yet this is precisely what he will do until we arrive on the West Coast. By the end of the trip. I’m completely exhausted by his constant demands, my body deliciously filled with his vice.
― I should make you pay double, he dares saying.
― Tell that to my father!
He laughs, aware of the impossibility of that demand. He scans the street with his eyes.
― How do you plan to make a living here?
― Men, you know how I like them... How much would you pay to come back to see me here? I ask.
He gets on his horse and says to me, before leaving:
― Then I’ll pay double the price when I come back, my Lady.
He greets me by tugging on the brim of his hat and leaves where we came from, without even looking back.
© Tous droits réservés - Charlie M.P. – 27/03/2022
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I'm going to translate the short stories I post on this site, little by little, since some of you would like to read them in English.