A Tale of Western Edg@#$

“YOU FUCKING S….”

She giggled as she looked at it flickering by itself. I should not have gone into that saloon for that drink. I knew the moment I took that first sip of whisky two weeks ago that something was wrong in this town. The bartender was shaking as he put that drink in front of me. She was shaking as well.

He held her tight as she sat wriggling on his lap. “You owe me a kiss…BITCH.”

She tried to stand up and walk away, but he was stronger. “I OWE YOU SHIT …” she screamed trying to get away from him. He pushed her on the table trying to get that kiss. A few seconds later he was sprawling across the floor and I was standing on top of him with my fist in his face.

I went back to get my drink which I paid for with the last dollar in my pocket. I still had a few days to get to where I wanted to be and all I had was that bill.

“You should not have done that Mr,” the man with the owned kiss was standing with his gun pointing at me. I knew I should not have gone into that saloon for that drink. This is what you get when you meddle into someone else’s kisses.

“Are you sure you want to be pointing that gun at me kid?” I replied.

Of course he wasn’t. His finger was about to pull that trigger but mine was faster. The bullet went right into his heart as his flew up and hit the mirror behind me. I knew he was dead before he hit the floor. As I said, I should not have gone into that saloon. I took the last sip of that drink and was about to leave when she stopped me.

“Who are you mister?” She put her hand on my arm as she said. “Thank you.”

I should have gone out of that saloon but then again I’ve always been partial to green eyes and redheads. And she was wearing a red outfit that brought out her plum bosom right in front of my weary eyes. I was a goner.

“You are welcome Miss,” I replied. “My name is Nash. Sam Nash.” I should have left it at that but as I said, I should not have gone into that saloon in the first place.

“Nash?” She asked. “As Marshal Sam Nash of Gladstone?” And she smiled. I’ve never seen a string of perfect teeth as the ones she flashed at me. I have no idea why a beauty such as this was working in this dump. She could have hooked the best man this town had to offer. Looking at those carrying that dead body out of the saloon, I guess there weren’t a great many to choose from.

“Retired Marshal Sam Nash,” I tried to correct her. “I’m just passing by,” I added. “They’re saying gold was found in California. That’s where I’m heading.”

“Stay for a couple of days.” She pleaded. “I’m sure John over there can give you a room and a meal for all your troubles.” She was pointing at the bartender who was also the mayor, the caretaker, the newspaper publisher, and the owner of the only saloon this town had to offer.

The idea of a bed wasn’t so bad. I’ve been riding for days and I needed the rest. That meal and the possibility of a beautiful woman in that bed was another appealing proposal. So I stayed.

I wasn’t disappointed. After I went upstairs to my room she followed. She took off her clothes and stood naked for me to admire. “You know I can’t afford to pay you,” I had to lay it straight. I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression that I was expecting anything in return for helping her with that man I just killed earlier. I did that because I can’t stand men who think they can abuse their way into this world without repercussions. That’s why I became a marshal in the first place. But then again that was a long time ago. I was retired now.

“This one is on me,” she said. “I'm sure you can pay me with your sheriff’s pay next week.”

Now that was another surprise I did not expect, “and when was I appointed sheriff of this town?” I asked.

“Just an hour ago,” she replied as she slipped on top of me to unbutton my shirt. I was lying on my back on that squeaky metal bed looking at her handy work.

“You folks do work quickly in this town,” I smiled. “I told you I was retired.”

“Well, not anymore,” she smirked as my cock started to push up in between her legs. I knew she was here to make sure I took the job. “I see you still have what it takes,” grinding her ass on my stiff dick before she slipped further down to unbuckle my pants. “I don’t think this is retired by any means,” she giggled as she held it in her hand admiring what she just saw.

“Don’t you have a sheriff in this town?” I had to know what I was getting my self into before I accepted the position.

“Nope,” she replied. “My husband was the last,” she added. “He died more than a year ago.”

I’ve always wondered how the Lord does his mighty work. He always has something up his sleeve for me. “Did I just kill the guy who killed your husband?” I had to ask. I had a feeling there was more to this than that.

“Oh nooo…” she replied as she was pumping my cock hoping to get it harder than it already was. “You just killed his brother,” she tried to explain. “Doug will be back in a week or two. I'm sure you can handle Doug Hanagan as you did his brother.”

Knowing I was going to kill another idiot must have brought my libido down. I’ve heard of Hanagan. He was a notorious outlaw and a killer at that. She must have sensed my anxiousness upon hearing this news so she had to do something to keep me interested. The only way she could think of was to take my cock into her mouth. Well, that did the trick. Damn… she was good. Licking as she sucked. Now that was a very difficult thing to do. Not many ladies have such skills. This one did. She even scraped her teeth a few times on purpose to show me she was in control of this negotiations. I could see the smile on her face when she did that. She kept looking into my eyes as she pumped my cock. Damn..  she was good. As I said it has been a long time since I had a woman in my bed. I finally flooded my jus into her mouth and we sealed the deal that night. And that’s how I was appointed the sheriff of this town.

Two week of fucking, eating and drinking passed in a flash. The town was anxious to see if I was up to the task they hired me for. Finally the news came. Doug Hanagan was a few miles away. By tomorrow I was to be dead. Well, at least that was what John the bartender published in his newspaper. He was making sure he was rooting for Doug Hanagan when he finishes me off tomorrow. As I said, I should not have stopped for that drink in that saloon of his.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I almost squealed.

My last night in this town and in this ladies arms and I was getting the experience of my life.

We started off with the usual but this time the usual wasn’t what I expected it to be. She had already started pumping my cock until I was about to explode as I usually do. Suddenly she stopped and my heart stopped with it.

“What the….” I looked at it flickering by itself and she smirked as she let it shake itself down.

“What are you doing?” I asked for the first time.

“You will see….” was all she said. She waited until my cock started to drip out a little pre-cum. It also began to shrink down a little deprived of its ability to do what nature intended it to do.. to fucking cum. Then she began her assault once again. I’ve never experience such a thing in my life. So I let her do what she wanted to do. Out of curiosity. A few minutes later I was hard and in the game once again. I was about to load out my cum for the world to see then she stopped pumping for the second time.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked for the second time.

This time she didn’t answer. She just waited until my cock wanted to kill her for playing this deprivation game. I wanted to strangle her for making me endure this if not for those cuffs tying  me to that metal bed. I knew I should not have let her play games with those sheriffs handcuffs.

“When are you going to make me cum?” I finally had to ask after she denied me for the fourth…no… fifth time in a raw.

“Not tonight,” she finally spilled it out. “You have a long day tomorrow,” she said. “If you want me to finish you off you will have to come back here in one piece.”

“YOU FUCKING S….” I squealed and she giggled again.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t,” and she slithered on top of me until her pussy was touching my mouth. “Now don’t disappoint …”

I've never been one to disappoint especially when she asks so nicely. Many men think that licking a woman’s entrance is beneath them. Idiots. They are missing on one of the most wondrous act of love making there is. I wasn’t going to waste that if it was the last thing I do in my life. Most probably it was. Tomorrow I was going to either kill a man or get killed defending a town that’s not worth defending. So I might as well enjoy what little I have.

My tongue went right for the kill. I was going to make her scream if it was the last thing she does in this world. I located her clit after rubbing and licking all way until her bud was right between my teeth and I squeezed a little and she started moaning. I had her. Now for the final act. I kept sucking and playing with it not letting it out of my grasp. The more I did the more her moans became louder. Every once in a while I would push my tongue right through into her entrance then I would return to that clit of hers. I kept doing that until she finally screamed her final surrender and flopped right next to me on the bed.

“I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, please don’t die,” She finally said before leaving me on that bed.

((( So? What do you think happened the next day?…. You tell me…. )))))