Wild West Widow : part 4

He felt the tight ass and then slid a hand over her thick bush. "Need to shave that baby. Don't want to get crabs," he said. Thomas carefully examined her body, professionally exploring the smooth flesh. She was top class and would fetch a high price in a big city brothel. Pity she belonged to Benson. Karen felt revulsion as his fingers probed inside her. knowing he was a whoremaster who exploited women, mistreating them for profit.

"Need a sucking'" he said. He sat in a chair and unbuttoned himself, pulling out a gigantic erection. "Don't get many this size, eh," he smiled. Karen washed the big shaft, then went to work. Licking the 12 inch cock and the heavy balls, before taking him into her mouth, stretching her lips to accommodate the enormous head and moving her hand along its length. Thomas ran his fingers through her hair as she moved up and down on him.

"You certainly learned how to give a good blow job," he said. "That's great, baby." He made her work for it but finally the wet flicking tongue and the hand massaging his hardness had their effect and with a loud grunt he unloaded a fountain of sperm into Karen's mouth and down her throat, in a hot choking flood which she took professionally. He watched as she cleaned her face and cum spattered breasts at the washstand, and freshened the inside of her mouth. "Great ass and legs," he thought as she bent over the basin.

In the bed, Thomas waited for the return of his erection. "You are one hell of a piece of pussy," he said playing with a breast. "Wasted on these cowboys. You know Benson will put you in a crib downstairs when he's finished with you up here." "Never. I won't do that," replied Karen. "You will baby. All the broads have to do that because it makes a lot of money for old Benson. Thirty guys a day. Know what's that like?" She swallowed.

"How old are you?" "31," replied Karen. "Kept yourself in great shape but you gonna get a lot of fucking. Can use up a woman. Maybe I can buy you from Benson." "Buy me?" replied Karen. I"m not his to sell. When I've got enough money, I'll leave here." Thomas smiled. "Since you walked into this saloon and opened your legs he's owned you tits and cunt. You are Benson's property like all the other broads.

How much do you think he's going to give you from the screwing?" "Forty percent," replied Karen. "Won't be that much after he deducts all the expenses for the room, linen, cleaning, food, maid, doctor's check ups, clothes. More like 10 to 20 percent. Whores don't get rich in places like this. You can't leave town until you've paid off your old man's debts and if you try to run away from this place you'll either be kidnapped by guys wanting to rape and sell you, or be dragged back by Benson's boys."

It was the first time it had been spelt out to Karen. So far, she'd received no money as her services had been given by Benson to business contacts and others he wanted to keep sweet. The dollars would only start coming in once she began to work on stage. "You're also now a fallen woman, as they call it. Prostituted yourself. Branded as a whore. Open season for any guy to fuck you if he has the chance. You need protection and me or Benson to run your tail." Karen realised he was right.

Her transition into a whore had blinded her to the facts of the life. "You got a kid as well to look after. Where else are you going to get money?" The pimp massaged her belly. "Don't want to get another kid, baby. Bad news. Ruin your figure at your age." He was coming to the point. "Now you got to go downstairs after this. No choice. But I'm going to make a deal with Benson that it's only for a couple of weeks or so because I want to buy you."

Karen's eyes widened. "Not for my circuit. Don't worry. I'm opening a new house in Dodge with good class pussy run by a madame who knows what she's doing." Karen felt helpless. The thought of being owned by Thomas terrified her, but so did the prospect of being pounded for months by queues of rough men. "Not 30 men a day. I can't" she groaned. "You had the soldier boys and you got Benson's goons tomorrow. Can't be much worse. You got the town so hot he'll be able to charge more than ten bucks for you downstairs." She swallowed, knowing now this was a life she'd never leave on her own terms. It was far easier to become a whore than to quit.

Thomas enjoyed himself during the night. He was a powerful, skilled man who could pleasure a woman and make her respond. He could also inflict pain on those who needed training, but Karen experienced his better side. Despite her soreness, she came a number of times with his big cock inside her. He knew all the sensitive places that could be stimulated and had her screaming out as she orgasmed. He was in no doubt she'd make a lot of money in a top house despite her age. She had class.

There were two or three years of big money to be earned before she began to fade. The rich men he planned to attract would not know of her labours with the riff raff in Canyon Woods. She and the other women would be dressed in the latest fashions, not stripped to their stays. Champagne and the best food in luxury surroundings. A few weeks in the downstairs crib would not be long enough to ruin her looks.

He knew that Benson would not agree to sell her before she'd satisfied the large number of men who failed to get her in the stage draw. Thomas had no compunction about what he planned for her when she was no longer a big earner. Like the others she'd end up on the wagon trail servicing the camps and forts. He always made every cent he could out of a woman before he finished with her, being a ruthless bastard who cared nothing for those he exploited.

Once a whore always a whore. He'd known of men who'd bought women from their pimps to rescue them from the trade but they'd nearly always returned because it was so difficult to lead a normal life after working brothels. Karen had still not been fucked enough to make her a 100 percent hardened prostitute but by the time she left the saloon she would be.

Thomas finished by taking her up the ass, Karen kneeling on the bed with her hands on the headboard gasping and crying out while he thrust from behind while holding her breasts. He left her sweaty and exhausted on the tangled sheets in the morning. "Be back for you, honey," he said, kissing a cheek as she lay spent after his attentions.

Karen did not have long to sleep. She was awakened by Miss Kitty, who had to get her ready for Benson's boys downstairs. Karen was tired and the love making had left her even more tender. "Come on. You got some real impatient dudes waiting," said Miss Kitty. She lay in the bath while the madame did her hair. "So what did you think of Mr Whoremaster last night?" asked the madame. "A real bastard," she replied. "Sure is but I heard he can use his cock. Am I right." Karen did not reply. "He's bought a couple of the bar girls from Grant. They'll not have an easy time with him as their boss up at the camps doing it in a tent. Don't let him get hold of you. He wants the Frenchie after she's dropped her kid but can't agree a price with Grant yet."

The last thing Karen wanted was to spend the day being humped by the saloon staff but she had no choice. It would be one-hour each, with Kitty banging on the door when their time was up. Ed Carson and Matt James had decided they'd pool their time and have a threesome with Karen. It would be her first and she was none too keen when Kitty told her. "They got a thing about having a woman together," she said. "They'll rip me up," complained Karen. "No, Grant has told 'em not to mess you up. You're not the first. The other girls have had to the same and survived." Karen was not reassured but could not object.

She didn't bother dressing and stood naked apart from her stockings when the two bulls entered, showing off her newly shaved clit. They were both already hard and the sight of the big breasted woman had them on heat. "Ready for us then, baby," grinned Carson, coming to her and cupping the two firm mounds while James moved behind.

She was crushed between the two massive men as their rough hands explored her. James spread her buttocks and shoved a finger deep inside her anus, while Carson did the same with two fingers that he thrust up her snatch. She twisted and cried out as they played her. "Got a nice big hole," said Carson. "Going to need to be wet for us." Karen moaned as he squeezed her already tender nipples.

"Now we going to teach you to do a threesome. We'll start with you sucking me while Matt fucks you up the ass." The men stripped and stood while Karen washed them. Both had enormous cocks and large balls swollen with sperm. Kneeling she licked Carson's erection and then took him in her mouth. James was behind her and sought entry, roughly penetrating her ass hole and thrusting as high as he could. Karen was impaled on the erection which he began banging into her as she continued to suck, holding her around the hips.

They only had two hours and wanted to make the most of it. "Good sucker, Matt," laughed Carson. "She's certainly learned the tricks, haven't you honey." Karen shut her mind to what was being done to her, concentrating on the big piece of meat in her mouth. The bully wanted to make her work as long as he could but her tongue, licking and hand meant he was coming quickly. He fought to hold back the flood but he exploded, face fucking her as he orgasmed down her throat.

"Shit that was great," he laughed as Karen gasped for breath as she spat out the crud that coated her mouth and face. James was increasing his thrusts as he neared climax. "You fucking hot bitch," he gasped before unloading with a series of violent thrusts that made Karen fee as if her insides were being forced out of her.

She washed while the men watched, making crude comments. "Best bit of pussy we've had here for a while," said Carson. " Yeah, when she comes downstairs we'll have her for the day before she takes on the queues. Time to give her a really long fucking." Both men made her rim their hairy asses as they regained their erections. She'd done this for a number of men but didn't much like it. "Never thought you'd be licking backsides for a living when you got off that stage coach, eh," laughed Carson. James got her to suck him stiff again before they finished by both giving her a very hard fucking in both holes.

Karen hadn't meant to come but again the friction of big cocks made her spasm involuntarilty to the amusement of the men. "Real little whore behind all your airs and graces," said James. She knew they were dangerous men and could hurt her badly, so she aimed to please them. The instructions from Benson prevented the pair from doing everything they'd like to have done, but they still inflicted some pain without bruising her.

"We ain't finished with you, honey," said Carson. "When you come downstairs we'll have you for some more fun before you go into the crib." They had barely finished their final fucks before Miss Kitty banged on the door. "You got the real shit now, baby. Like you'll be getting most nights in the draw," laughed Carson.

He was right. The others were the help Benson employed to run the bar and gambling tables. Unwashed and unattractive they slobbered over Karen as she tried to blot out who she was sucking and allowing to hump her. It seemed to go on forever. This was basic whoring, learning to stomach
being fucked by such men and not showing her distaste. With the soldiers there'd been a series of fit, well built men.

Now it was poor physical specimens who crudely used her. The last was Palmer, the 60-year-old cleaner, who disgusted her most of all with his foul breath and dirty, hairy body. "Wanted to do this since I saw you get off that stage," he said, showing himself into her and sucking a breast. At last it ended and Karen was left alone feeling dirty and badly needing a bath.

The next day was spent getting ready for the first stage appearance. She was put through her paces by Miss Kitty. In her tightly laced corset that thrust out her breasts and made it difficult to breath, she learned to show herself off on the stage, swaying her body on the six inch inch heels as she paraded around it. Karen also met the three other top whores who'd share the stage with her.

All had worked the most exclusive brothels in their time but now they were on the downward path. Benson had acquired them in New York and none had realised what they faced until they arrived in the rough frontier town. Molly Green was the oldest, a 38 year old big busted blonde , who'd graced the beds of the wealthy and influential since entering the trade as a teenager. Now the wear and tear showed in her heavily made up face but she still had a good body which had already received a lot of fucking from the cowboys.