it was cocked and ready to shoot.

“I won’t go down without a fight,” I replied, pointing my cock in his direction.

He smiled and started to stroke his own large dick, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat. His beautiful cock could probably hold as much in it as his hat, judging from my observations.

“Strip and lay down on the desk facing me—Reno Dakota,” he said. I more than happily obliged his order and began to remove all of my clothing. I swept all of my paperwork and things off of the desk. No other man had excited me like Reno Dakota, and I expected the best sex of my life in the office that night.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Reno Dakota walked over to me with his dick as a guide and began to massage my inner thighs. His massive hands were rough, but had a soft touch to them at the same time. He worked his way into my buttocks and split my legs apart, resting my shins on his shoulders. He took my balls into his hand and embraced them with his fingers, squeezing them just enough so that it felt incredible. His other hand wrapped around my cock and slowly pumped it. My body writhed in satisfaction and I wanted him to enter me. Reno Dakota had his way of doing things, however, and it turned out to be exactly what I had wanted and imagined since he first crashed through the Cactus Creek Saloon doors.

Reno released his grip on my scrotum, licked his fingers, and began to stimulate my asshole with them. He didn’t enter me with his fingers until he got my attention, made a gun out of his hand, and said, “You better believe that I’m the best shot in the west. I’m Reno Dakota.” He kept the shape of the gun while fingering my rosebud, getting both fingers in while letting his thumb massage my grundle. My head hanged off of the side of the desk and my eyes rolled back while he pleasured me. My imagination had finally met reality, and the reality of Reno Dakota surpassed my little jack-off fantasies.

After twenty or so minutes of this ecstasy, Reno removed his fingers from me, saying “You’re soft enough for me now” and brought his cock up to my rosebud. He wasted no time pushing his entire dick into me. His balls pounded against my flesh as he thrusted in and out of my astounded anus and stroked my dick. Reno was a noisy fuck, grunting and swearing and moaning as I swallowed up his cock with my sphincter. I was pretty noisy myself, squealing whenever Reno would hit just the right spot (which was most of the time!). It was also the roughest fuck I’d ever had. I had always wanted to be treated like that by a man, but I always turned out being the more masculine one in bed. After a long time in that position, I got up on my knees on the desk and let Reno fuck me doggy-style. He still wore his Stetson. He would slap my ass every few minutes or so, telling me that I needed to be “branded by Reno Dakota.” He could brand me all he wanted; I was his pound of flesh. I tightened