Acquiring Bess: Wild West whore meets her new boss

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I rested my hand on Bill's shoulder and pursed my lips. “This is gonna need more than just a quick cleanup.”
The Staghorn Saloon had been a disappointment to say the least. But Bill didn’t seem put out by it.
“Nonsense. Once we get our things in here and fix up the wallpaper it’ll look as good as new.” He waved at one of the boys to bring in the cage. It was the gambling Bill cared about, and from what I’d seen of the locals, they seemed eager enough to indulge. He had the cage built to dispense chips and hold cash secure. It took four grown men to push it back against the wall. The money would be brought in last, once the Staghorn was secure.
“Go up and fix up the bedrooms, Bess. Cards might not be on the menu yet, but pussy sure is.” He waved at the door. “Fresh cunt will have the boys here come sundown.”
I refrained from sighing, with the journey I hadn’t been laid in weeks, and headed up the stairs. Most of the bedroom furnishings were here when we arrived, and I had to admit those at least were finely made. The premier suite held a large four-poster bed, and I collected some sheets from a trunk to get to work. Not for the first time, I wondered how long this place had been in disuse.
My nose twitched as I stripped back the musty covers, and I crossed to the window to let in some air. The room faced out onto the thoroughfare, and my eye caught on a man standing on a balcony, staring straight at me.
I’d noticed the place when we came into camp, the Bonanza Saloon, and I guessed the man was none other than Joe Walsh himself. He looked tall, with dark features, a black mustache reaching his jawline. He smirked at me then turned, and I swallowed.
I knew Bill was leery of him and was expecting him to call later today to talk business. I got the idea that Joe didn’t know of our arrival and was some kind of powerhouse in a lawless land where gold ruled. In the few days I’d been here I hadn’t left the Staghorn, but saw some working women across the way. I hoped no trouble would come of having another whore operator in town.
Ethel brought me out of my reverie. “Where are we sending for the laundry?” She held a mound of sheets in her arms and curled her lip.
“Leave em out back and I’ll tell the boys to get it there.” I didn’t want the girls out on the street. “And all of y'all better get in the bath. Looks like we’re opening tonight, and you only get one chance at a good first impression.”
Bill hollered for me, and I closed my eyes. “Shit. Finish this for me, will ya?”
Ethel nodded as I trotted out and I planted a warm smile on my face as I headed downstairs. A man in a finely cut suit stood beside Bill, and tipped his hat as I approached.
“Meet Mr. Williams, Bess. Runs one of the most successful gold claims in the hills.”
“Why hello, Mr. Williams,” I beamed and reached out to clasp his arm. “Nice to make your acquaintance.”
“Take care of him, will ya?” Bill grinned and clapped Mr. Williams on the shoulder. “Cards might not be running yet, but the Staghorn still boasts the very best of entertainment.”
There was a steely yet reserved look about Mr. Williams, the strong but shy type, I discerned from experience. It lent my sex a little more liberty, so I smirked and entwined my fingers in his. “It would be my pleasure.”
I gave his hand a gentle tug and bit my lip, meeting his gaze. His eyes softened into desire, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I turned to saunter toward the stairs with him in tow, and waggled my ass as we climbed to the landing. My eye caught Ethel’s through the door, and she gave a sharp nod before hustling to get the covers tucked in. She had just enough time to scuttle out before we crossed the threshold, and I closed the door firmly behind us.
“Now,” I turned and looked up at Mr. Williams. “Let’s get you comfortable, shall we?”
His only reply was a nod, and he didn’t resist as I stepped him toward the bed and sat him down. Kneeling, I undid his boots and caught sight of the open window, the sunlight dazzling my eyes. I went to stand with a mind to closing the curtains, but he grabbed my arm and shuffled out of his trousers. His cock was already hard, and when he made no move, I guessed at his preferred pleasure.
With one last lingering look at the window, I leaned in slowly, rubbing my hand up his thigh. He flinched as I reached his balls and gave them a pinch. “Would you like me undressed for this?”
He grunted, and I leaned back to undo the laces of my corset. With a deep breath, I yanked it clear and my tits popped out. I stood only long enough to let my skirts hit the floor and climbed up on the bed beside him. On all fours, I stuck my ass in the air, and held his gaze as I leaned forward to brush my lips over the tip of his cock.
In long languid strokes I ran my tongue down his shaft and gently cupped his balls in my hand. His breathing came in shallow gasps, and as I toyed with him, he reached to grab my ass. Taking my time, I mouthed his girth, using teeth now and then and massaging his nuts. I waited until his other hand grasped my hair, then wetted my lips and pushed them over the head of his dick He groaned, and I pushed down.
His gasp was satisfying, and the fingers reaching to rub my pussy were urgent. With a snicker that sent a rumble over his swollen member, I rocked back and forth, gliding my mouth deeper. Picking up a solid rhythm, I twisted my head as I pushed down to stuff as much cock in my mouth as I could, the curly hairs at the base tickling my nose. With a firm hold on his balls, I moved up and down harder and faster, rocking my ass back and forth. His fingers slid inside me, and I moaned, coming up for air and arching my back.
He must have found my pussy too enticing to shoot a load in my mouth, and let go of me to stand, pushing me sideways onto the coverlet. He climbed on top of me and pinned my hands over my head. With a grunt, he slid inside my cunt, his teeth clenched.
I sucked in a sharp breath and

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Written by Dolly Sinclaire
Hochgeladen December 29, 2020
Notes Her boss peddles in cards, but Bess never imagined her future prospects would be won or lost in a game of poker.

Following her boss cross-country over a bitter gambling dispute, Bess is getting settled in at the Staghorn Saloon. But she wonders who the dark stranger over the thoroughfare is, and why he’s smirking at her like that.

I was terrified, turned on, and wanted to jump the table to straddle him.

Is Bess just a pawn in a game between powerful men, or does Joe Walsh want to have his way
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