Back to the brothel

There was a gruff groan from Charles as Roxy’s audacious suggestion conjured up images of him fucking her from behind right out in the open, his hands groping her massive tits as his waist slapped against her juicy ass, with the groan in turn serving to widen her wanton smile, particularly when it was followed by the sound of his denims starting to tear a little.

“You know,” Charles had managed to get his voice under control after clearing his throat and squirming in his seat, with him throwing a quick glance past her to ensure that no one was sneaking up on them even as he made her let out a girlish gasp by sliding his right hand in behind her hips and down the back of her thong, the considerable weight of her bulging breasts being placed on his chest as she pressed herself even tighter against him in response to him slipping one finger down between her asscheeks, “there’s a whorehouse further down the street…”

“Carmen Sanchez’ Cumsluts?” Roxy asked, not giving Charles enough time to come up with an answer to her question before engaging him in another passionate, spit-swapping kiss, her hands seizing hold of the sides of his face as she started to buck her hips against him.

“Exactly…” The terseness of Charles’ reply was brought on by the breathlessness that had in turn been the result of a couple of minutes of uninterrupted smooching, and the fact that he nodded his head softly as he gave it resulted in his lips coming close enough to Roxy’s that she simply had to kiss him again, though she did have enough time to let slip a brief but intoxicating giggle before silencing herself by plunging her tongue into his mouth at the same time as she started up her rubbing of her soaked thong against the bulge on the front of his denims all over again.

“What,” Roxy started off, but stopped herself for a moment and allowed him to see her press her white teeth against the lower one of her pair of full, luscious lips while running her nimble digits through his hair, “you want to see if I’m any good at licking pussy?”

Again, Charles produced a guttural groan as he was bombarded by certain mental images that were all closely linked to what she had just said.

Suddenly, Roxy had sprung to her feet and was standing in front of Charles’ chair, her head moving as she scanned the saloon for a second or two before she once more had her gaze fixed on him.

“So,” Roxy resumed playing with the waistband of her tiny thong, “should we get going?”

Nodding, Charles slowly rose from his seat, grimacing somewhat from the tightness of his denims, and looked down at the table to find that she’d already picked up her Stetson and poncho, with the latter now being folded over her right forearm, but had made no move to pick up her holster.

After he’d picked up the holster without her voicing any protests over him doing so, Charles gave her pair of revolvers a quick look-over and deduced that they were both positioned so as to be drawn by her right hand, with slightly shorter one of the two guns being placed in a cross-draw holster on the left side of it while the one with the longer, barrel was carried in more conventional holster on the right. Slinging the holster over his left shoulder, Charles then looked up to find Roxy smiling at him.

“Oh, and by the way… you’ve got a spare pair of pants, right?” She asked him, right out of the blue.

“Uh-huh,” Charles nodded, not quite sure as to the exact reason for her question.

“Good,” Roxy licked her lips and shot him another vividly suggestive smile, one that had him moaning as his denims once again made a sound as though they were on the verge of having his cock burst free of its confinement.

Carmen’s brothel was on the same side of the street as the saloon, three houses down from it, but it still took Charles and Roxy quite some time to get there, as they were constantly stopping to exchange another long, sloppy kiss, running their hands up and down each other’s bodies and thrusting against one another as the onlookers gawked at them, their behaviour being pretty outrageous even for a town like Garrison.

Once they entered the whorehouse, Roxy was surprised to find that the first thing she saw was a statuesque, boobed brunette standing right in the middle of an extravagantly furnished salon that was filled to the brim with plush-looking furniture and with smutty paintings decorating the walls, the brunette’s black hair being gleaming wet and her curvaceous frame draped by a snug-fitting, curve-hugging pink robe complete with a sash tied tight around her slender waist.

Standing with her arms crossed underneath her outthrust chest, the brunette in the robe was observing another busty brunette, this one equipped with wavy, chestnut-coloured hair, as she was bending down to wipe something off the floor with a washcloth, with the black maid’s uniform that she had on being skimpy enough to reveal quite conclusively that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Gasping at the sight of the bald lips of the second brunette’s pussy as they were framed in by her smooth, tanned thighs, Roxy looked past her and over at the semi-circular bar which was placed in front of one of the walls, not that far from a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, and expressed her arousal through a full-blown moan as she realized what the pearly, gluey rope that had distended itself downwards from the edge of the counter to be glued to the floor consisted of. At that point, the busty minx in the cut down version of a maid’s uniform looked up at the two new arrivals, flashed them a lewd smile, and went back to work.

“Oh fuck,” Carmen pulled her lips back into a happy grin as she glanced up and noticed Charles and Roxy standing there, “you’re back…”

“Yeah,” Charles nodded, spotting how Carmen immediately began fidgeting with the sash of her robe at the same as he felt Roxy slip in under his right arm to slowly rub herself against him, her right hand slowly working its way down over the front of his shirt towards his crotch.

“Did you do all this?” Roxy cut in to ask Charles, her eyes twinkling as she surveyed the room to note all the ropes, globs and patches of jizz that had yet to be cleaned up.

After Charles had answered Roxy’s question through a nod of his head, she gave him a light peck on the cheek and then moved out from under his arm and sashayed her way over to the maid, at which point she duly dropped down on her haunches and proceeded to place a soft kiss on one of the brunette’s exposed buttocks.

Charles first spent a few seconds marvelling over just how astonishingly delectable Roxy’s heart-shaped ass was as she squatted down behind the maid, then noticed the brunette smiling back past her shoulder and producing a lovely sort of amused laughter before widening her stance to provide Roxy with easier access to her pussy, which the super-stacked blonde took advantage of by burying her face between the brunette’s thighs and putting an abrupt end to her merry chuckling and instead drawing a husky groan from her as she began tonguing her juicing honeypot.

“So,” Carmen asked Charles as they both watched Roxy go to town on the brunette’s snatch, “why’d you come back so soon? Not that I’m complaining…”

“I was wondering,” Charles began, falling silent as soon as he noticed that Roxy’s thong was now so thoroughly soaked-through that a rope of her wetness was swirling its way in the direction of the floor, “if we could borrow a room?”

“You and her?” Carmen gestured at Roxy, who had by now reached round with her hands to hold on to the brunette’s waist as she snaked her tongue into her quim.

“Yeah,” Charles nodded his head, his gaze remaining fixed on Roxy and the brunette, who had gone on to knead her ample boobs through the thin fabric of her skimpy dress while her eyes had narrowed into tiny slits and her cheeks were flushed as she unleashed one horny moan after another.

“Just the two of you?” Carmen’s question coincided with her pulling apart her sash, thereby causing her robe to slide open.

“Afraid so,” Charles answer came as he ogled Carmen’s huge, round tits, her firm midriff, and the thin strip of hair leading down to her pink pussy, his humungous dick once again twitching in a way that threatened the structural integrity of his pants.

“Promise you’ll make it up to me?” Carmen’s pleading tone was one half pretend and one half dead serious, and she backed it up by bringing her hands up against the underside of her ginormous boobs, a low gasp escaping her mouth as she **** the two toffee-tanned orbs upwards.

“Uh-huh,” Charles replied, gulping down some excess spit directly afterwards.

“You’ll fuck my ass again?”

Rendered speechless by Carmen’s libidinous question, Charles had his attention drawn back to what was going on directly in front of him by the delirious shriek that the brunette suddenly released, his cock once more testing the quality of his denims as he observed how Roxy kept her lips locked against the maid’s convulsing honey box, her throat pulsing as she gulped down as much of the girlcum that streamed from the brunette’s pussy as possible, though quite a lot of it still ended up coated all over her lips and chin.

Turning round to send Charles a smouldering hot glance, and not paying much attention to the long stream of clear girlcum that was directed onto her back, Roxy smacked her lips and slowly rose to stand on her feet, still facing him and Carmen as the orgasming maid unwittingly directed the last of her orgasmic juices onto her luscious ass.

“See,” Roxy began as she sauntered towards Charles, “I told you that I was good at licking pussy…”

Roxy’s remark proved to be the last straw, as suddenly there was another tearing sound from Charles’ pants, this one louder and more protracted than the ones that had come before it, and it ended with Roxy and Carmen both staring at his colossal pillar of throbbing fuckmeat, the two horny vixens sharing a lustful sigh at the long pulse of precum that went swooshing out through his pisshole and cut across the room, passing by Roxy’s hip and ending up smacking against the maid’s dripping wet snatch, sending her falling down onto her knees whilst releasing an ecstatic scream.