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“But when Daddy rode down to delivers the cows, they just started shooting at us. Our boys fired back—Daddy was shot in the face, came back all blood and… oh, I don’t want to think about it. Uncle Edward didn’t make it at all. As soon as the few survivors came back and told us what had happened, we went on a raid to get back our cattle. We managed to take some, give them some licks, but they came right back at us. Almost burned the ranchhouse down. And we’ve been going tit-for-tat ever since. Every time, I hope they’ll just leave us be, after all they’ve done. But every time, they come for us again. I think it’ll take a man like you to stop them, Mr. Connors. You’ll have to show them what a man you are.”

Her hand started moving again, now going for the next button on his union suit, then the button after that.

“Show them you’re the type who gets what he wants… who takes what he wants… please, Chad, want me. Take me. Show me what it’d be like if I was yours—bought and paid for.”

Chad reached over to the chair by the bed and the holster hanging by his gunbelt. There was a concho on the leather that was already fraying off. He grabbed the cool metal and pulled until it tore away. Then he pressed the little disc to the plushness of Hailey’s breast. She cooed, her eyes hooded. Dark and yet with a flickering light within them. She was never more animal and never more woman.

“Think that’s enough for this saloon girl?” Chad asked her. “I hear she’s a little new at this.”

“She’s a fast learner,” Hailey promised him, pressing her lips tightly together.

“Grab onto the headboard. You’re not touching yourself until I touch you.”

“Don’t make me talk anymore, please! I can’t think straight right now! I can’t think of anything but…” She looked down at the concho where it lay between her breasts, brighter than all her sweat put together.

“No need to think now,” Chad assured her. “I can smell how ready you are—any readier and you’d put a stain on these underthings of mine.”

Hailey whimpered as he got out of bed, cracked a kink from his neck. Her hands stayed on the headboard. It shook from how tightly she held it.

“The first thing you have to know,” Chad told her, “is that saloon girls don’t wear no unmentionables.”

He grabbed hold of her bloomers. Stretched them in his strong grip, as if he simply might rip them off her. Then he rolled them down her long, slender legs. Taking his time with it, so that he had all the more opportunity to savor the sight of her womanhood unveiled. Sparsely haired, it seemed all pink, all scent, a glowing light in the dark room.

The brass bars squeaked as Hailey’s sweaty palms wrung them, like she could free herself by working them out of their construction.

With the bloomers down around Hailey’s ankles, Chad stopped there, further agonizing her as she waited to be fully undressed. Instead of putting the finishing touch on her strip, Chad disrobed himself. He popped a few more buttons on his union suit, then pulled it apart, the garment halving and revealing thick tufts of body hair. He spread his legs apart to make the material stretch across his body—Hailey moaned as she got an idea of just how big his excitement had grown.

Her moans followed quick pants of breath. He saw her eyes go wide, big circles of white around tiny pinhead irises, while he shoved his suit down until it was bundled at his narrow hips. She saw the base of his prick, two inches across, and silence suddenly dominated her previous mewling.

She let go of the headboard. Both hands went to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on his groin. He had started sliding the union suit down his legs and his cockhead still hadn’t come into view.

Then, with a gasp, Hailey saw it. The big fisted knob springing up, freed like all of his nine inches, thick meat fresh from the prison that was the last of his clothing.

“Shit!” Hailey cried.

Chad’s grin showed white in the darkness. “You let go of the headboard—saloon girls do as they’re told.” He reached down to pick up her bloomers with a single finger, then flung it far from the bed, as if to say it wouldn’t be needed for the rest of the night. “They also swear; you got that much right.”

“And what do men do with saloon girls now?” Hailey huffed, her breath having to lift and drop her heaving breasts before it could get around to carrying her voice. “What do you do?”

“At this point? I make sure they’re ready.”

“Ready?” she panted. “I was ready hours ago. Now I’m on fire.”

“Too wet to be on fire,” Chad observed, slowly padding over her body with his own, leaving no escape with his arms to either side of her and his legs entwined with hers.

Deftly he reached down to her feverish mound. He pressed inward with his forefinger, penetrating her, then found her rigid clit with his thumb and rubbed it while his finger stroked. Hailey quivered her way through one sigh after another, growing more aroused all the time, her face red and her eyes rolling crazily while the sensation mounted.

Chad bent to her, kissing her cheeks and eyelids, her shoulders and throat, her forehead and lips. Hailey reached up to his head and cupped it in her hands, thumbs stroking his sideburns, fingers scraping along the grit of his stubble. Her fingernails left little white lines along his cheeks as he provided another finger for her.

“Oh God, mister, there’s not going to be anything left of me! You’re going to use me all up!”

“I’ll leave enough left over to clean my cock. It’s going to get mighty dirty going into that whore cunt of yours!”

Hailey moaned at his vicious words. Her hands tightened on his hair. Her legs wrapped around his hips.

“Whores don’t get teased!” Hailey whimpered plaintively. “Whores get fucked!”

“That’s right, Hailey,” Chad whispered coolly, enjoying her feverish desperation, the last little begging moments before he fulfilled her. “And when they’re real lucky, whores get fucked like this.”

He reached a hand down to line himself up, then sank his prick into her. It was like warm butter, but only at first. She came alive when he entered her, her gates pulsing and wiggling, the walls tight but slowly expanding the more time he spent throbbing inside of her. He went slow, soft, gratifying himself with the wide-eyed look on Hailey’s face, the gaping openness of her mouth as more and more of him was fed into her, stretching her wide, filling her full. He showed her cunt what it was made for.

“You want it too!” she gasped. “You can’t be that big and not want it too!”

“Course I want it,” Chad grunted. “I paid for it, didn’t I?”

Endless moments passed. Hailey could do little more than quiver as she was entered and entered and entered. Her legs clenched spasmodically, but his midsection was as stolidly hard as the shaft she was being impaled with. Finally, Hailey bit her lip to keep any more squeals from escaping her. Her heart thundered potently. Breathing was hard, as if each inhale had to make its way past the exquisite organ taking up so much space within her. And finally, Chad’s groin settled into the saddle, fully mated to her loins with his phallus all the way inside.

Hailey grinned shakily. She could not be more of a whore than this. Her body was entirely given over to Chad’s occupation. Appropriately, it felt like it never had under her ownership. She breathed noisily, nearly hyperventilating, as every twitch and jerk of Chad’s manhood reverberated through all of her folds, her every atom of being…

“Never knew it’d be like this! Couldn’t, couldn’t know—how good it’d feel! Nothing like touching myself… not anything! Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Don’t know how to thank you! Don’t know how I ever could’ve thought—you get whatever you want from me—all of me—everyTHING!”

Chad put a hand over her mouth. “Quiet now. Do you want the whole ranch to know what a slut you are?”

Hailey smiled under his palm. From the look in her eyes, it sounded as arousing as everything else did at the moment.

“What does a whore do now?” she asked through his relaxed gag.

“Now you come, darlin. You come like a naughty, nasty little whore who loves getting fucked.”