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The Bounty Hunter
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The Bounty Hunter The Bounty Hunter You have been on his trail for a long long time. He got away once but he isn’t going to get away this time. Checking into a moderately price motel, close to where the tip had lead you to it would be good to see him again; you try not to think about that. Shaking your hair out from the towel wrapped around your head you step out of the steamy bathroom after a welcome hot shower. It had been a long drive to the middle of nowhere but then when you are a fugitive on the run did you really expect him to be anywhere else. You survey the rooms decor, taking wild west crap on the walls the furniture and well pretty much everywhere you look, no surprises there this little one town is going to be one of those high rated places never to visit again list J The upside of this is that you won’t be here long , just long enough to serve him his court docs and jet , let the local police deal with the rest of the process , not even interested in collecting the bounty on him , just serve the papers and get the hell outta Dodge. This thought makes you smile to yourself as it is so appropriate for this shit hole of a berg. Pulling on a shear body suit and the short short skirt, wrapping a cotton button up around your shoulders and tying it at the waist instead of doing up all those buttons, you are happy with the look, an over sized belt to conceal your weapon (a small but effective 32 semi) and your<b> handcuffs </font></b>, looped into the waist band of the blue jean skirt. A few strategic dawbs of pheromone laced smell nice and you are good to go Jumping into the convertible you rented in the city before you left so that you could slide in completely unrecognised, couldn’t be too careful, he may actually be looking over his shoulder and that would not be a good thing for him to recognise your wheels and bolt before you even lay eyes on him. The source said he would be at the cowboy bar, heres hoping that there is not more than one of those here in this town, and as you roll into a dirt parking lot just off the hyway, you are convinced that there really is only one bar and yup it’s a cowboy bar, good thing you thought to pack your boots, these boots are made for walkin playin in your head and oddly enough in the bar as well as you stroll up to the front entrance. The bar like most of the roadhouse cowboy bars , mostly empty , a few tables and a couple of pool tables broken down and faded from overuse in the back of the place , the bar has several stools at it and w very large bartender doting over the glasses , seemingly polishing the same glass forever. Sawdust on the floor and two booths, you can only guess that the broken down stage will at some point in the night hold a raggedy ass band belting out Johnny Cash and other nameless tuneless tales of woe that cowboys are famous for. You stroll over to a chair at one of the only tables not near the dance floor and close to the rear exit , you are guessing as the dark hallway is hard to tell if it is leading to anything other then the bathrooms. Or maybe they just go out in the alley and spray the back wall of the place who knows. But its darker and he is less likely to pick you out of the crowd before you are ready to make your move. The only waitress in the joint waddles over and asks you if you want a drink and then announces that they don’t serve no sissified city folk drinks here , Zeke the bartender don’t know how to pour them and would prolly hurt himself if he were ever to cotton on having a thought about makin one, so whatllitbe , just like that she spits it out like it was all one word, Hick is the only thing that comes to your mind , but Whisky is what you order , neat , that’d be without speed bumps you tell the ditz , just in case she has something smart to say about it , but she doesn’t bit and waddles off , you are guessin to fetch your drink , eventually she makes it back to the table witha smirk on her face as she drops two , and turns to walk away , you already have a folded bill in your hand to pay for the one but she doesn’t slow down , instead barks over her shoulder that the boys are already buying you drinks and you ain’t even been here but 5 minutes , guess their hopin you are as easy as you look. Good thing the sow is waddling away cause otherwise you would have got up and put a boot up that rotund ass of hers and kick some of that mouth right out of her, but you just slam the first one like its a shooter and when the burn hits, sip a little of the second one to chase it away. Just in time for what can only be the band to start arranging their instruments as the juke box pounds out some obscure song from Coyote Ugly the movie sound track and you look around to see if he is already here or has wandered in out of the dark and dismal night? No sign yet , but you do catch the eye of the friendly over eager looking cow poke that bought the drinks for you and wish you had been more discreet about sizing up the place. The good news is that he seems to be more interested in the pool game that is being played then coming over and chatting you up so that is a good thing. Doesn’t take long for this place to fill up and you are being to wonder if your source really had been refereeing to this and thinking that thought you are about to wonder over and ask Zeke if he knows of any other bars in town when you spy him. No need for the photo ID he hasn’t changed a minute since the last time and you recognise him in a heartbeat. He is sauntering right over to you , could it be that he recognised you , doubt it the bleach blonde hair is so different from your natural color that you are convinced he won’t recognise you at all and he walks right by you to the dark end of the hall way , perfect and here you were thinking you would have to wait til he had the obligatory 4 beers before a piss break , you give him a second or two with that thought and then saunter down the dark hall watching holding your breath , this is going to be easier then you thought . Finding the door to the john is not a problem just look for the one with most of the varnished rubbed off at shoulder level and thats the one, kicking open the door, you look over to the row of urinals and see him standing there with his back to you, easy target, just push him against the tiled wall cuff him and serve him done like dinner. You are shocked though when you hear your own voice ask him if he needs a hand with that, letting the door slam shut behind you and blocking out the rest of the bar noise, it’s just you and him and all this cold tile , but you are twitchin and suddenly over come with an evil wicked thought , as long as he has it out he may as well put it to some good useJ He turns slowly to face you without zipping up his pants ,hands on his hips , you says that the ladies room is down the hall and he hasn’t needed a hand takin a leak since he was very young thankyou very much anyway. You just smile and look him up and down really slowly so he knows you are checking out his package and you r heart starts to race. He stands there a few feet from your hands on his hips just letting you check him out, no idea that you already know him obviously not remembering you or if he is he is doing a very good job of not letting on. You step forward staring into those eyes again and your breath catches for a minute, causing you to twitch remembering the last time and what his hands could do to you, but you press forward, and look him in the eyes, reaching for his belt buckle and giving it a tug, takin a leak wasn’t what you had in mind you breath into his ear as his belt comes loose and his 501’s drop to his knees, his semi rigid cock flops out begging for you to hold it. Really he says into the top of your head as you move closer to his manliness and take it in your hand. Your juices are really flowing now as you stroke its hot hard smoothness from tip to tummy and back again. All you want to do is stuff that all the way into your wet pussy and ride him like there was no tomorrow. Gasping you can barely breath when he leans down and kisses your exposed neck , your hands flutter up to his shoulders as you push him against the wall he is standing in front of hard cock pressing against your flat tummy making you want him all the more , using his shoulders as leverage you wrap one leg around his exposed waist and put the other leg up using a urinal as a step for your boot, his fingers pop the snaps in the body suit as they plunge into your wet open hole. Grinding against his rock hard cock sliding up and down its length, you are so close to cumming now, your fingers wrap around the collar of his shirt and as you start to shudder and shake with orgasmic delight you heave hard and fast pulling his shirt down over his arms pinning them at his side. Exposing that broad smooth chest and the tell tale tattoo, yup final confirmation, this is him alright, taking his twitching cock in your hand you rub the tip on your wet pulsing clit and shudder with pleasure. Droppin it again it slaps his exposed tummy you reach behind you and take out your cuffs, connecting his wrist to one end and the other to the plumbing on the urinal beside him. The look of despair and disbelief washes over his face, now that he is firmly in place you wrap both your legs around his waist taking his full manhood deep inside your pulsing pussy and ride it hard and deep grinding away at his, til you are over come with the power of the orgasmic delight. Slipping off his still rigid pole, you reach into your shirt pocket extracting the papers and stuffing them into his open mouth. You’ve been served is all you say as you step away to the door leaving him high an hard. Barely able to control the laughter, you saunter out into the bar area stopping at the rickety old pay phone to call the police to come and retrieve your package, you think to yourself about the you just saved by riding that cowboy and oddly enough the band is playing that song by whatsher name a Big black and a cherry tree, yaaa thats the ticket smile again to Zeke the bar tender and off into the night job well done J |
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Hmmm....interesting concept. Not sure I like the protagonist, but she did get the job done, didn't she? lol
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