Confident and competent, curvy big girl Delia has become the most sought after Dominatrix in town. But as a favor to her relatives, the BBW college student heads off to the Pendleton Round-Up, the crowning rodeo and powwow event of the season. She has promised to watch over her family's teepee while they're away. Happily drunk and horny, Caleb leaves his cowboy friend to take a leak and wanders into the teepee closest to the rodeo grounds to have the privacy he needs to pleasure himself. When Delia discovers him naked and aroused, her Dominatrix personality takes over and Caleb the cowboy will discover what it's like to be ridden. (A sizzling, down and dirty BBW Romance meant only for adults. Curvy erotica featuring BDSM, Bondage, extensive pegging, explicit oral sex and vaginal/anal penetration, resulting in a very happy cowboy.)

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Delia said slowly and distinctly, “your ass is mine.”

She walked towards him slowly, with total confidence. She started to unbutton her blouse and his eyes widened. She shed the blouse and unfastened her bra, freeing her full breasts. If his eyes widened any further, they'd roll out on the blanket. “Do I make myself clear?”

He nodded silently.

“I'm--” he began. She cut him off.

“You're Cowboy,” she told him. “That's all I need to know. This isn't a date. You won't be spending the night. You can call me Goddess. That's all that you need to know. What you need to do is exactly what I say, and everything will be fine.”

He nodded, then seemed to think about it and added, “Yes, Goddess.” His voice was very mellow and had a little southern flavor to it. So, not from here. People came from all over to compete in the Rodeo. She wondered what event was his. Whatever--he'd be ridden tonight. And put away wet. She pushed away her shoes and took off her jeans, standing before him as naked as he was. His cock was even stiffer now. She smiled. She knelt down, knowing his eyes were glued to her breasts that she was deliberately pushing forward as she pulled out some lube and took her Share strap-on out of a plastic bag. She had hesitated about bringing it, but her mother had always drilled into her, “Be Prepared.” She had put it into a plastic bag because if she did end up using it, she would be putting it away wet, and back into the bag before she would be able to clean it.

“What's that?” Caleb asked.

“Did I give you permission to talk, Cowboy?” She then pulled out a black leather riding crop and hit the palm of her hand, making a cracking sound loud enough where he jumped. “If you want to ask me something, then you raise your hand, and if I feel like it, I'll give you permission to open up your mouth to do anything other than lick my pussy.” He went back to his wide eyed stare.

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