Wild West Widow : part 4

Monica Bellucci was a slim, sultry Italian, who at 37 was no longer the legendary courtesan who commanded staggering fees in her prime. The mistress of powerful men, she'd begun working brothels only a few years earlier after losing a lot of money in a stock crash. She'd graced several of the exclusive houses where her services had been in great demand.

Even at 37, it had been difficult for Benson to acquire her but after several attempts he'd got her back to Canyon Woods through trickery and a large payment to the owner of the brothel where she worked. Monica had been horrified at the squalor and needed to be disciplined before she could be made to work. Carson and James had been allowed to do to her what they'd like to have performed on Karen and made her obedient.

The third was an English woman, Jane Girton, who had been forced like Karen into whoring through poverty. At 28 she'd lost her husband to illness and been left with two young children. The gorgeous, curvy but penniless brunette had no choice. Her refined looks and cut glass English accent had made her very popular in a series of New York houses.

But at 36 the life began to take away a lot of the freshness that had made her attractive and her earnings dropped. She attracted the attention of Benson during one of his trips to the city. He saw that she was fading but still a bit of class that would sell well at the saloon. So she too - with children aged eight and 10 - had come to the town and found herself in a corset before a mob of cheering cowboys. She'd been there now for four months and Benson planned that she should be the next to go into a crib when her replacement arrived.

There was little talk between the women as they stood in their corsets fidgeting and waiting to go on stage. All were self absorbed with their own concerns. The three other women had done this many times before, parading themselves around the stage and then standing before the shouting, whistling men as Benson drew the lucky number.

The excited winner rushing up to the stage amid booing and jeering, eager to get his hands on the whore awaiting him. A forced smile on the women's faces as they were grabbed by clammy hands eager to explore their bodies, a public pawing and then guiding the man off stage and up the stairs. There was no doubt who the men most wanted tonight.

Karen was sweating as she fiddled with a suspender while Benson strode on stage. It was the first time she'd displayed herself in public. Although well fucked by now, this was something different. She was nervous and needed a pee. Benson knew how to work a crowd. "OK boys. It's showtime again. Four beautiful ladies for your pleasure." He knew that as usual the bar girls would have a busy time from the lust engengered on the stage, making him even more money.

The saloon was packed solid with a couple of hundred men. "Let's see the cunt," shouted one man to cheers. "Get 'em on." Then a chant broke out."We want to fuck the widow. We want to fuck the widow." Karen felt cold listening to the bellowing crowd. Miss Kitty stood with the women. The atmosphere was more volatile than usual with the excitement over Karen having built up. There could be trouble, she thought. Got them too fired up. Benson was aware of this and signalled for quiet.

"OK. First tonight from Italy, it's Miss Monica Bellucci." There was a roar as she siddled on, hands on hips, buttocks moving. Two months of appearances on stage had not reduced the desire to bed the Italian. More than 100 men in the town had fucked her so far and many more wanted to do so. Everyone knew she'd been a little bitch when she arrived and had played up until Benson's goons had broken her in. Whatever she felt, Monica was now performing like a whore, standing astride in her black stockings on high heels beside Benson, thrusting out her chest, hands on hips, provocative and oozing sex.

Many trousers bulged as men gazed at her. Those who'd sampled her had not been disappointed and described in detail what they'd done to her and how she'd responded. In the harsh light of day without the carefully applied make-up the first signs of aging were appearing on her beautiful face and she was beginning to put on some weight which was more apparent without the corset but she was still gorgeous.

"Right Monica. Draw the number of the lucky man." said Benson. She put a hand with long, red finger nails into the box as the saloon went quiet and pulled out a piece of paper which she handed to Benson. He paused, grinned, keeping the tension going. "The winning number is .....45," he shouted. There was a whoop of joy among the disappointed groans. A large man in a soldier's uniform shouldered his way through the crowd. He climbed onto he stage, grinning to the usual boos.

"Hi baby. I been wanting you for a long time." He pulled Monica to him to give her a big kiss, while his hands dug into her rounded buttocks. "OK soldier. There's a room upstairs. Can't do it on the stage." There was laughter and crude shouts. Taking his hand, Monica led him off. "Don't worry boys. She'll be back tomorrow," shouted Benson.

Next was Molly. She was the brassiest of the women, really strutting her stuff as she appeared, teasing the men as she strode around the stage, showing off her large bust and long legs. She was less popular than Monica and was more obviously past her best and didn't get the same level of reception. "Getting a dog, that one. Had too much," said one of the watching cowboys. "Had her last month. Floppy tits and she's growing a stomach. Does a good suck though." Less men wanted her and Benson sensed the lack of interest.

He'd have to replace her soon. She made the draw. "90," shouted Benson. A young man in his early 20s pushed sheepishly through the crowd to jeers. He was shy and didn't try to paw Molly who took him by the hand. "OK honey. Come with me." "Old enough to be his mother," shouted one man to laughter. Molly was well aware of her fading charms and glared at the crowd before hustling off her young client.

Jane now appeared in her white corset. She'd nearly shit herself on the first night when she'd walked on before the rowdy audience on weak legs. Since arriving in Canyon Woods she'd been given the same non-stop fucking as Karen and the others. Six years in brothels meant she was an experienced prostitute but she was used to much more refined surroundings. To find herself stripped to a corset in front of a shouting mob was a frightening experience.

She'd now managed to stop the trembling and herself off on stage but couldn't match the performance of the other two women who really flaunted themselves. Jane was also aware that Benson wanted to put her in a crib soon. She'd seen that happen to two other women since she'd been there and was desperately trying to avoid such a fate. She'd begun to age - not helped by her move to the saloon - and like Molly was not the great attaction she'd been when she arrived as the classy English whore.

Standing beside Benson her face showed this strain as she picked a number. "78," shouted Benson. A big cowboy was the winner this time. Jumping on stage he pulled Jane to him. "Going to fuck your tight ass off," he said, shoving a hand between her legs and squeezing a breast. Jame was used to the crude treatment by now, wearily enduring the public pawing before leaving the stage with him.

The tension now ramped up. The men knew it was Karen next. All looked at their numbers. "Right boys. What you've all been waiting for. Her first appearance of many at the Golden Nugget, please welcome Mrs Karen Masters." There was a great wave of noise as Karen appeared, whistling. shouting, clapping, stamping of feet. The men had not seen her like this before, stripped to her underwear, showing off everythng, bust jutting out half exposed in the wired cups of the corset, magnificent legs exposed in black stockings.

Her heart was beating fast as she did her circle of the stage before the feverish crowd before standing beside Benson, legs astride and flexed. Sweat was running down her body and she was trembling. "Calm down, baby," said Benson. "This is what you do now." He grinned at the crowd. "OK, Karen is real anxious to get one of you lucky guys upstairs to give you a nice, hot bath" There was a cheer. Karen put her hand into the box and handed the ticket to Benson.

"Lucky night for one of you," he said. "Don't forget she'll be back tomorrow night, but for now she'll be entertaining number .....26." Everyone looked around as a hand shot into the air followed by a shout. Looking down from the stage, Karen saw the man pushing towards her. It couldn't have been worse. It was one of her husband's creditors - Dennis Norton - the man who'd insulted her by crudely suggesting she work off her debts in the Golden Nugget.

The lean, rat faced middle aged man was not liked in town because he was a ruthless businessman and the booing was louder than usual as he mounted the stage. "So, you took my advice," he said to Karen, as he ran a hand over her bust. He could see she was not pleased. "Don't look at me like that. I said I'd have a piece of your ass and I certainly will give you a time you won't forget."

She couldn't conceal her disaste as he gave her buttocks a squeeze and then a pinch, but she had to take the public pawing. "OK Norton get her upstairs," said Benson. "She's all yours till tomorrow morning." "Make sure I get my money's worth," he grinned, showing discoloured teeth.

In Karen's room, the large zinc bath had been filled with hot soapy water. She was to share it with him and give a blow job before pleasuring him in bed. "Get that corset off," he said. "Want to play with your titties and cunt." Karen unlaced herself as he watched hungarily. Like every other man in town he'd wanted to see her naked. The corset opened to reveal her breasts and then her shaven pussy as she pulled it off.

Norton was hard as he pulled her to him to roughly cup the breasts and then bury his head in them, while he shoved a finger between her legs. "Shit, I want to fuck you," he gasped. "Bath first,"replied Karen. "Going to give me a good suck, eh." Karen got into the water while he quickly pulled of his clothes to reveal a skinny body with a small stubby cock that was erect. He clambered into the water, sliding his rough skin against Karen's smooth wetness. She began soaping his chest, her long red fingernails teasing his nipples as he sighed.

Her hands moved to his balls and cock, making him cry out when she began masturbating him. He grabbed the slippery breasts as she bent over him. "Suck me," he demanded. Her mouth went down on the small erection. He certainly didn't compare with the large ones she'd mostly serviced. Norton was so excited that her wet mouth and tongue soon had him coming to climax, with one hand playing with his balls and the other massaging his stem as she sucked.

He was surprised at her expertise and within a few minutes he shot his load which she took in her mouth. Lying back in the bath, he watched as she wiped her face and reached for a bottle to gargle and clean her mouth. Lipstick smeared and hair wet she looked a slut.

"Sure learned your new trade quick," he said, sliding his hand over her belly. "Hear you been real busy up here. You got the whole town horny. Glad I'm among the first cos you going to get ridden real hard in the next few months." Karen said little as he played with her. "Still think you're too good for me. Well, let me tell you there's a lot worse than me going to be up your ass." He went on to insult her husband.

"Should have sold you and he wouldn't have got into all that debt. Make sure you earn enough on your back to pay the debts he owed to me and the others." For Karen it was a time to learn how to be a whore with a man she despised. "You want to fuck me now, honey" she said, surprising Norton with the crudity. "Can't wait for it, eh. Heard you were a hot bitch." Karen wanted to tire him out so he'd sleep.

His small cock was upright again after they dried and got into the big bed. She sucked his nipples and then he mounted her, pushing inside the wet vagina. Karen lay back and faked enjoyment, groaning as he thrust. This excited Norton, who talked dirty and drove faster into her. She clamped her pussy muscles on his cock, squeezing. "Shit, you bitch." he gasped. He wanted it to last but the slippery wet snatch just drew the sperm out of him.

With a cry he came, falling on Karen. "Too quick. You're too juicy." Spent for now, he could only lie talking rubbish while pawing her before slipping asleep.

A relieved Karen lay beside him as he snored before getting up to wash herself. 'What a creep," she thought. Some real men had taken her since she'd come to the saloon, along with ones like Norton. From now on, it would be one man a night, but also bookings in the afternoon by men willing to pay the huge US$100 demanded by Benson for a three hour session.

Then after a number of months would come the abrupt move downstairs to a crib - 30 men a day. Her mind was never far from thnking about that reality. She was a whore and it was not an easy life. Karen would have to find a way to make the best of it for herself and Sam. For now, she had to satisfy the lust of a town.

To be continued.