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Authors: Shari Dare

He'd just have to bide his time. The stories he heard in town could prove wrong. Just looking at her, he could tell she wasn't some tight virgin who didn't know the pleasure of being with a man. Somewhere along the line someone had done her wrong, and she wasn't about to fall into any man's arms. That was all right by him. She said there were four whores working for her, and trying each of them could probe to be an interesting pastime for the long winter nights ahead of him. Sooner or later he'd melt the ice that Belle had around her heart and when he did, he was certain she'd prove to be a more interesting companion than any of her whores.

He knew if he'd stayed in her kitchen any longer, the bulge in the front of his pants would have given her a clue as to his intentions.

Once his horse was stabled, he realized that his hardon wasn't about to go away any time soon without getting some relief. A quick hand job behind the barn would take care of it until the lovely Miss Belle could be persuaded to let him get into her bed. He prayed it wouldn't take him long to get into her pants, since he didn't relish jacking off any more than he did sticking his cock into the other girls. They'd give him relief, but it wouldn't be the one he wanted, and therefore not the same. He didn't give himself to a woman unless she was special, and Belle was damned special in his book. Paid companions were all right for a night or two, but a woman like Belle was what he wanted for a lifetime and at twenty-nine, he decided that lifetime should be a hell of a lot longer than it would be if he continued working as a U.S. Marshal.

He shook his head in disbelief at his thoughts. He had no right to think about happily ever after with a woman. In his line of work, he was much better off sticking with whores. They expected no more than what he paid them to give him. He knew he still wanted Belle, but on his terms, not hers. She would grace his bed and it would be because she wanted to, not because she was paid to. Once he satisfied his curiosity about her, he'd be free to go on to the next assignment, once this one was finished.

Maybe it would have been different if she hadn't been wearing those tight-fitting pants and a shirt open far enough for him to get a good look at her breasts. She was a fine woman, a fine woman indeed.

After getting the relief he craved, Black made his way back up to the house. He'd grabbed his gear and was more than ready to spend the night in a real bed. It would be a novel experience, since he'd been sleeping under the stars for most of the summer as well as the trip from Laramie to Larson's Gap. Why should he waste money on a hotel room or even one at a boarding house when he had the open range as his bedroom? Of course, such sleeping conditions didn't allow him the pleasure of a woman. When the need arose, which was quite often, he'd hightail it to the nearest town and visit the whores who plied their trade above the saloon.

Belle was in the kitchen sipping her coffee when he returned. “I waited up for you. I wanted to make certain you got your horse stabled. Morning starts early around here, and I wanted to let you know that you'd be riding with the forewoman, Kate."

"Much obliged, Ma'am,” he replied, aware of her staring at the front of his pants. Had she noticed the bulge that he'd gotten rid of behind the barn? If so, was she sorry to see it gone? Was she thinking about slipping into bed with him tonight? If that was her plan, he'd be more than willing to accommodate her.

She didn't say anything that would give answers to his questions; instead, she led him to the staircase in the parlor and up to the second floor. “I'm going to bed for the night as well, so we might as well go up together. Once I do, I'll be turning out the lights. Wouldn't want you to get lost.” As they walked down the door-lined hallway, he expected to hear couples enjoying an evening of sexual delights. To his surprise, the silence was almost deafening.

He thought about what it would be like. Listening to the love sounds coming from behind the closed doors transported him back to when he'd been a young boy. Then he'd been on the outside, listening without being able do more than wonder what such delights would be like. Even though he knew what the girls did behind those doors, he still wished he could watch. Hell, he'd wanted to participate.

Especially with Salina. She was a feisty little Mexican gal who got kicked out of her Pa's house for fucking one of his vaqueros. She'd made her way to Texas and his mother's place. There she'd plied her trade, and made damn good money doing it. Just thinking about her made him swell for the second time tonight. She was to have been his present on his thirteenth birthday.

Instead, he'd found his mother beaten to death and instantly become a man without ever taking a woman. He had taken the girls to Mexico and his grandfather's ranchero. His mother's death had made him well aware of the danger that surrounded the Circle C where the girls were concerned. Like his mother, he knew that these women and their safety were his responsibility.

Once in Mexico, he had not been allowed to be with Salina. She'd left to go back north to the life she enjoyed shortly after their arrival. Instead, he had lost his virginity to a beautiful girl on the same night she lost hers. Neither of them had had the experience to show the other the pleasure of sex. For that he was sorry; for the experience, he could never feel sorrow.

"Looks like you could use a little relief,” Belle said, glancing down at the crotch of his pants.

His thoughts of the past dissolved, and he looked toward her. “Guess I could at that.” He reached out to grab her hand, but she backed away.

"Kate is waiting for you in your room. Earlier she said she was dog-tired, but when she heard Black Conley was here, she perked right up. This one's on the house, sort of a ‘welcome to the family’ present, you might say."

Black concealed his disappointment the best he could. “Thanks, Belle. I'll see you bright and early in the morning."

"You bet you will. We start here with breakfast at six and we hit the saddle by seven. Hope you're up to it. It doesn't matter what goes on at night; during the day, I expect my hands to be up and ready to ride as soon as I am."

Black turned from the woman who was to be his boss, afraid he wouldn't be able to hide his disappointment.

As soon as he entered the room, he noticed a scantily-clad woman lying on the bed. “You must be Kate."

"Don't sound so disappointed, Mr. Conley. I'll give you a good roll."

Her voice carried the hint of a Spanish accent and on closer inspection, he saw she was as dark-completed as he was. For a moment it was as though Salina was in his bed, waiting to give him his birthday present.

"Is there a problem with me being here? I'd hate to think that you didn't want me after all I've heard about you."

"Where would you have heard about me?” He stood rooted to the spot, looking at her.

"About ten years back, I worked with an old whore in Nevada. It was my first job, and I was green as grass. Salina took me under her wing and said she was repaying a favor to the first woman she ever worked for. When I asked her about it, she told me that she worked for your ma and even though you were a kid, she wished she'd been able to give you a good roll for your thirteenth birthday present. Of course, we both know why she couldn't. I'm pleased to see that you've turned into a man. I'm anxious to see if you're half as good as they say you are."

"What else did your Salina say about me?"

"Ah, so I've piqued your curiosity. She said that you were a good kid, but every now and then you needed to be spanked. Do you still like to be spanked?"

Her question caught him off-guard. Without waiting for him to answer, she got up from the bed and came over to him.

Expertly, she took off his shirt and unbuttoned his long johns. As she ran her hand over the mat of hair on his chest, his thoughts of home and Salina disappeared. This woman was well trained, but of course, she'd had the best teacher available. He hardly felt it when she slipped the top of his long johns down around his waist.

Once his chest was exposed, she began kissing his nipples and then sucking on them, with occasional love bites. These were the things he usually did to women, not the other way around. The feeling was one that was alien, and yet brought his cock to life. Even though he knew what was coming next, it surprised him when she unbuttoned his pants and reached inside the flap of his long johns to grab his cock.

"Ah, this is one of the best cocks I've had in a long time. I think I'd like to play with it for a while before I allow it to enter me."

As though she had a calf by a rope, she led him to the bed by holding him firmly in her grip. Once there, she pushed him down to a sitting position. “Take off your pants,” she ordered. “How do you expect me to give you a good fuck when you're fully clothed?"

"I-I didn't..."

"Of course you did. You just thought it would be Belle in your bed. Well, you can get that damn fool notion out of your head here and now. You can enjoy the rest of us, but Belle is off-limits. Now, let me help you with your boots so we can get down to business."

Black thought about the kind of business Kate was referring to and decided it was better than going to bed alone with a hardon.

She pulled off his boots while he took off his gun belt and slid his pants and long johns down around his ankles. She did the rest of the work for him. Once he was completely naked, she pushed him down on the bed and told him to spread his legs for her.

He felt like a damn fool lying spread-eagled on the bed with his cock sticking up like the lodge poles he'd seen in the Indian villages he'd visited over the years. He'd found that a little kindness in those villages got him many young women who were more than willing to share his bed for the night.

To his amazement, Kate crawled up onto the bed with him and took his cock in her mouth. In all of his life, he'd never had a woman do something like this to him. While she sucked him, she played with his balls until he could contain himself no longer. With a force unlike any he'd experienced in a long time, he came into her mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed his cum and teased him until he was again erect.

"Did you like that?” she asked, licking her lips as though she was afraid she'd lose even one drop of his cum.

"Like it? Hell yes, I liked it. It's a shame you can't bottle that sensation and sell it in one of those medicine shows. I bet you could make a million dollars in less than a year. Where did you learn to do something like that?"

"Salina said that when she moved on from your ma's ranch, the next place she worked told her it was mandatory. At first she didn't like it, but once she learned how to do it correctly, she found it to be very stimulating, both for her and her partner. She taught me how to do it when I first arrived at her place. If you enjoyed this, wait until the next time we're together and I suck your balls. Of course, for that, you will have to pay. Now that you're satisfied, I need you to do the same for me."

She lay down beside him and pulled him on top of her. After what he'd just been through he wondered if he would be able to perform, but once he slipped his cock into her cunt, he knew there would be no problems in that department. While he pumped against her, he grabbed her breasts and manipulated her nipples into hard pebbles. She moaned in pleasure, and he knew he was the one responsible for it. Whores had a way of moaning even if they weren't feeling anything, but it wasn't anything like this.

He'd just leaned over to take one of her nipples into his mouth when she slapped him squarely on the ass. He jerked his head up and looked at her. To his surprise, that slap had made him even harder inside her.

"What did you just do to me?"

"I gave you a spanking, you naughty boy. As a little kid it hurts like hell, but as a man it only heightens the pleasure. All of this is only a prelude of what's to come if you want me in your bed again."

"What happens if I spank you?"

"Maybe someday we'll find out. For now, this works for me."

The more she spanked him, the harder he pumped against her until they finally both came at almost the same time.

He rolled off of her and pulled her into an embrace. He'd learned a long time ago that women, even whores, liked to be cuddled after being fucked.

"You were good, Black, really good,” Kate said. “You'll be even better once you get that damn fool notion out of your head that it's Belle you want in this bed. There are four of us here, and we all like our men in different ways. Little Cara takes it any way a man wants to give it to her, but if she had her choice, she'd be tied up to the bedposts and fucked until dawn. Lacy has a cute little whip. She uses it on the men and lets them use it on her. She says it's more fun than regular sex. That brings us to Janna. She's into feathers and the like. What that girl can do with a feather is downright indecent. Of course, they all do it the way the customer requests, but every once in a while, the guy says that they can do what they want. It's then that they make the big money. I heard tell one man paid Lacy twenty dollars just because she used that little whip of hers. As for me, my specialty is sucking a man's cock and balls ‘til he cries for mercy. I never make less than ten dollars a night, since the men appreciate what I can do for them."

"I can see why. I certainly did."

"You'll get to enjoy each of us and believe me, you'll get your buck-fifty worth, especially if you let the girls do what they do best."

"I don't know about the whipping part. Is it anything like that spanking you gave me?"

"They say it's more intense. Someday I might try it for myself, but never on a permanent basis. I don't like pain that well. A good spanking is one thing, but a whipping is something else."

Black kissed her long and hard, then fell asleep with her in his arms.

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Chapter Two

Black rolled over and reached for Kate. To his dismay, she'd left his bed. He wondered if it would have been different if he'd been a paying customer. The answer to his question echoed in his mind.
Of course it would be different, you damn fool. You'd be in her bed, and not your own.

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