Victoria wakes up

When Victoria woke up, it was to find herself still in the same room in 'The Ranch Hand's Relief', lying on her back in the narrow bed, with Espella curled up next to her, one arm draped across Victoria's stomach as she snored peacefully.

Deciding that the young whore had earned her rest, and smiling at the recollection of how long they'd gone at it the previous night, licking and fingering each other's pussies and assholes until they collapsed into a tight embrace, covered in a sheen of sweat and girlcum, Victoria decided to let Espella sleep at least a little longer.

Moving her arm aside and slowly getting out of bed, Victoria walked over to the window and looked outside. Judging from how few people were out moving and the position of the sun, it was still relatively early in the morning, and Victoria wondered if Sasha was awake yet.

Thinking about the busty black beauty caused Victoria to experience a pang of remorse that surprised her. For some reason, now that she thought about it, it didn't seem quite right that she'd left Sasha all alone in a strange town mere hours after nearly being killed, especially not when the reason was her simply wanting to satisfy her own needs.

Well, she'd just have to make it up to her, Victoria decided, and quickly got dressed.

“You're leaving?” Espella asked, a few minutes later, having awoken just as Victoria did up the bottom button on her vest, having already donned the rest of her outfit, except her duster.

“Afraid so,” Victoria replied and stepped closer to the bed, relieved that she wouldn't have to leave with the gorgeous young Latina still asleep.

“You'll be back, right?” Spreading her legs a little where she laid completely exposed in the bed, Espella looked anxious.

“Of course I will,” Victoria's reply made the buxom young whore smile.

“Good,” Espella's legs slid further apart, “Some of the things you did to me last night...”
“You seemed to enjoy them,” Smiling flirtatiously and thinking that she'd have to will herself out of the room, Victoria started stroking Espella's knee.

“When you come back,” Shimmying her knee in a vain effort to make Victoria's hand slip onto her thigh, Espella felt both wide-awake and quite nervous as she said the next part, “You won't have to pay...”

“Thanks...” Victoria remained silent, then finally let go of Espella, “Sorry, but I really have to get going. There's this friend...”

“Go!” Giggling, Espella sat up on the edge of the bed, bringing her head level with Victoria's trim tummy and glancing longingly at the front of her cut-off denims while her hands stroked the outside of Victoria's thighs, “I'll be here when you get back.”

“Good,” After stroking Espella's cheek and letting her plant a kiss in the palm of her hand, Victoria offered her one more warm smile before turning round and walking out of the room, with Espella's gaze fixed on her firm ass leaving.

“You the one who kept Espella busy all night?” A man standing behind the counter eating his breakfast asked Victoria as she came sauntering down the stairs.

“Uh-huh,” Victoria nodded. The man was middle-aged, in relatively good shape and with his brown hair having started to grey, while he was dressed in a clean white shirt and an equally clean, rather fancy-looking green vest. And he looked like he paid someone good money to keep his beard and moustache neatly trimmed too.

“I hope we didn't get too loud or anything,” Victoria added as she exited the stairs, a nice, warm feeling starting to build up between her legs as she thought back to the previous night.

“Maybe you did, but I didn't hear it,” the man smiled, put down his knife and fork, and took a sip of coffee before continuing, “We ended up having a big night last night.”

“Oh, and by the way,” the man offered his hand at Victoria, who shook, “I'm Maxwell Beaumont, owner of the Ranch Hand.”

“Victoria. What happened last night?”

“Some blonde slut decided she needed to get fucked up on Carmen's – she owns the Cumsluts – balcony, in full view of pretty much the whole town,” Maxwell smiled from ear to ear, “And not just once, either. She kept the feller she was with hard pretty much all night long. Got so many people so riled up that Carmen's girls couldn't take care of them all. Quite a few even walked out of here having gotten their rocks off, only to come right back in here again once they'd gotten another look at her still fucking and screaming.”

“Know who she is?” Victoria hadn't been up fifteen minutes yet, and already the thought of Sasha, seeing Espella and Maxwell's description of what happened last night was turning her pussy into a waterfall.

“Afraid not, she came riding into town yesterday too,” Maxwell shrugged and wolfed down a piece of bacon, “But if you find her, tell her I'd like to offer her a job.”
“I'll be sure to let her know,” Victoria's smile faded as the image of Sasha popped up in her head again, “Is there a tailor in town?”

“You'll want to head down the street and take a left. Pearl's parlour should be opening up by now.”

“Pearl?”

“Uh-huh, one of mine till she retired,” Maxwell's smile turned all warm and happy, as if he was reliving fond memories, “Now she's keeping all the working girls in town dressed.”

“Thanks,” Tipping her hat at Maxwell, Victoria set off to follow his directions. Just like Espella, Maxwell's gaze was glued to Victoria's bubble butt as she walked out the door.

“Looks like this is it,” Victoria said to herself a few minutes later, while standing in front of a modest but cozy-looking one-storey building with a small sign saying “Pearl's” in pink letters nailed to the front door.

A bell rung when she opened the door, and Victoria stepped beyond the threshold into the large room filled with wooden clothes racks and full-sized mirrors, not to mention shelves with more clothes neatly folded on top of them, and several tables weighed down by a vast collection of sewing equipment and cloth, most of it thin and soft-looking. Yes, she should be able to find something to give Sasha here. She remembered giving Sasha some money to buy new clothes, but that hadn't seemed that thoughtful now that she remembered the shape that the only dress she had was in.

“May I help you?” A soft, sultry voice with just a hint of a Southern accent to it came from the back of the room.

“Yeah...” Victoria breathed out. Pearl, it seemed unlikely that the redhead was anyone else, might have retired from one career already, but the beautiful redhead with her voluptuous body squeezed into a low-cut pink dress with a slit going up her right leg all the way to her hip didn't exactly look old. In her late thirties, maybe, and with age having softened her body a little. Although apart from the slight swell of her belly and the thickness of her thighs that combined gave her maybe five or ten pounds of fat more in comparison, she looked like she was built pretty much exactly as Sasha or Victoria herself.

“Are you looking for a new outfit?” Sliding gracefully towards Victoria, the redhead looked the brunette over from top to bottom, then smiled seductively and purred out a “Or can I help you with something else?” as she came to a stop a few feet from her. Any closer, and their busts would have been mashed together.

“I'm looking for a new dress...” Victoria said, after a moment's hesitation during which she marvelled at just how many gorgeous women had ended up in the small town of Garrison, “For a friend of mine.”

“Really?” The redhead cocked an eyebrow and moistened her lips, “I assume the two of you must be close friends.”

“We only just met,” If Victoria had worn a skirt instead of her tight denims, her juices would have been streaming down her legs by now, “She's only got the one dress, and it's torn.”

“How did that happen?” The redhead's smile strongly suggested that she had a few ideas.

“She was on that stage coach that got attacked yesterday, I don't know if you heard about it,” As Victoria spoke, the redhead's expression grew more solemn, “Luckily, she managed to get away unhurt.”

“I get the feeling that was on account of you,” With a friendly smile, the redhead reached out and gave Victoria's hand a soft squeeze, “I'm Pearl, by the way.”

“Victoria.”

“Now, Victoria...” Holding Victoria by the hand, Pearl led her deeper into her store, “This friend of yours. What does she look like?”

“Black, black hair...” Victoria's thoughts turned to her first meeting with Sasha. Even battered and bruised and dirty, she'd been a sight to behold.

“I meant her measurements, darling,” Pearl smiled again.

“Oh... Like me, pretty much.” Victoria replied, feeling a little silly, and cast a glance down to where her huge knockers looked as ready as always to burst out of her shirt.

“Then I'd better find something properly great to match that body of hers,” Flirting rather shamelessly with Victoria, Pearl wandered off to look through her store.

Now quite **** to meet up with Sasha as soon as possible, Victoria did the same, and had soon found a nice baby-blue dress that matched quite closely the ruined one that Sasha had worn the previous day.

“How about this?” Victoria suggested.

“I don't know, honey, isn't it a little conservative?” Pearl didn't looked wowed, “I was thinking something more like this.”

Victoria looked at the purple dress dangling off the clothes hanger in Pearl's hand. It was cut even lower up top than the one the seamstress was wearing, narrowed into a tongue of soft material in the centre so as to leave whoever wearing it's hips and sides exposed, and didn't look like it would reach very far down Sasha's thighs. For added affect, Pearl spun the clothes hanger around to show how the back of the dress was a spaghetti-strap that tied round the wearer's neck, and a flimsy piece of cloth hugging her ass.

“It's pretty daring...” Victoria said, and couldn't quite stop thinking about how Sasha would look in it.

“Tell you what, you take this one...” Carefully laying the dress down on the nearest table, Pearl walked over to some shelves and bent forwards until her tits were level with her knees. Leaving Victoria to ogle how her heart-shaped ass filled out the back of her dress, Pearl made sure to shake her hips a few times for good measure, “And I'll throw in this one for free, on account of your friend's hardships yesterday.”

“That's...” Victoria stared at what Pearl had just laid out on the table, “Very kind of you.”

“Don't mention it, honey. And compared to this,” Pointing at the second outfit she'd picked out, Pearl slid her index finger over to the purple dress, “This will look nice and conservative, properly ladylike in fact.”

“That's an entire outfit?” Victoria's gaze remained on Pearl's later picks. She would have thought it something racy to wear underneath a dress.

“Uh-huh, sure is...” Nodding her head softly, Pearl looked adamant, “Mind you, maybe not something your friend will wear in public. Although if she did, I'm sure it would be greatly appreciated by everyone with a pulse.”

“I think you're right,” Now it was Victoria's turn to softly nod her head.

“Of course I am,” Pearl insisted, with another warm smile, “And since you get one outfit for free, how about using that money you saved on something for yourself? I do have a few things that are similar to what you're wearing, but would show off your charms better.”

“You're trying to make another sale,” Victoria smiled.

“Actually, honey, I'm just dying to see you naked,” It really didn't seem like Pearl was joking.

Nodding and licking her lips, Victoria untied her scarf. She'd taken off her hat upon entering the shop, and soon both her scarf and vest were lying discarded on the table while Pearl was purring excitedly at Victoria leaning forwards and letting her tits strain the fabric of her tight shirt as she removed her boots.

“God, this town is turning me into a slut,” Victoria thought to herself as she slid her hoses down her long legs. If there were some men around that could match the quality of Garrison's women, she'd really be in trouble, Victoria added whilst straightening back up and ridding herself of her holster.

Next, she started slowly opening up her shirt, while looking over at the door at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” Pearl asked, seeing where Victoria was gazing.

“That any second, that door could be pulled open and someone might see me...” Victoria had started from the top in undoing the buttons that she'd bothered to button up just a little earlier that morning.

“Want me to lock it?” Pearl was kind enough to suggest.

“Uh-uh,” the last button on Victoria's shirt popped out of its hole as she shook her head, and she pulled it wide apart to flaunt her huge, round tits at Pearl, showing off the fact that they were as tanned as the rest of her.

Soon, Victoria was using her left hand to pull her cut-offs down her legs while her right hand raced after it until she used it to cup her vaginal mound, teasing Pearl by hiding it from her gaze while shimmying the cut-offs down her legs until she could step out of them. Only then did she stop blocking Pearl's view of her pussy, and widened her stance whilst placing her hands on her hips.

“Damn, darling, you're gorgeous...” Pearl purred, her eyes soon focusing in on the soaked state of Victoria's hairless pussy, “Thinking about your friend?”

“Among other things,” While Pearl was eating her cunt up with her eyes, Victoria was focusing on the mature redhead's hand stroking the inside of her thigh.

When Pearl started to close in on her, Victoria moved back, albeit not very far. Instead, she got next to the table and hopped up on it, smiling at Pearl as she spread her legs and leaned back, supporting her upper body with her arms while leaving her pussy verging on hanging out over the edge of the table.

“Such a plump, pretty little pussy...” Pearl said of Victoria's honeypot once she'd dropped onto her knees in front of her and brought her face to within a few inches of the brunette's sex. Leaning in closer and taking a deep breath, Pearl soon had Victoria gasping with joy in response to her tongue dancing up the length of her slit.

“Mmm, seems like I was right to call you 'honey', darling...” Pearl's smile widened and intensified upon her finding out just how far back she had to pull her head before Victoria's massive knockers were no longer blocking them from making eye-contact with one another.

“Tell me about it,” Victoria giggled.

“You find it finger-licking good, I take it,” Even if Pearl was in her late thirties, she still had the ability to look devastatingly mischievous, “Or maybe you're just that nimble...”

“Now,” Leaning in closer to Victoria's pussy again, Pearl was speaking with long gaps between each word, during which she let her tongue lap away at the bounty hunter's juicing honeypot, “I'll try to make this quick, on account of you probably wanting to see your friend as soon as possible.”

“Fuck!” Victoria cried out, as Pearl didn't wait for her to respond before giving her pussy a first proper stroke of her tongue, dragging her wet muscle up along it. Espella might have been able to make up for her inexperience through eagerness and the ability to learn fast, but Pearl was just as eager and apparently far, far more experienced at licking pussy than the young Latina whore, something which Victoria quickly became aware of as the redhead switched between short periods of teasing her pussy with just the tip of her tongue and longer ones of her lapping away at it at full speed.

“Fuck!” This time, Victoria's cry was definitely loud enough to be heard outside, not that she spent any thought on that when Pearl had just snaked two fingers inside her snatch and was using her lips and tongue to stimulate her swollen clit.

“Such a good little pussy-licker...” Victoria soon moaned whilst Pearl's fingers pumped in and out of her pussy and her tongue danced round her pleasure-button.

“I don't know about you, darling,” After an extended period of combined finger-fucking and clit-teasing, Pearl pulled back and grabbed hold of Victoria's thighs to pull her ass even further out, “But I love having both my holes played with at the same time...”

“Fuck yes...” Victoria's chest was rising and sinking spectacularly above her toned stomach due to her heavy breathing, and her thoughts turned to the two of Pearl's fingers that had to be soaking wet with her juices, “Shove them both up my ass!”

“Both?” Pearl's face lit up with delight, and she slipped both fingertips in between Victoria's asscheeks to soon have them lined up against her anus, “I was thinking I'd start with just the one...”

“FUCK!” Feeling those two digits slowly push up through her tightest hole, lubing her sphincter up with her pussy juices and expanding it at the same time, left Victoria having to lie down on top of the table. That in turn suited Pearl just fine, as she started seesawing the pair of digits deeper into Victoria's ass while resuming her intense tonguing of the brunette's sweet cunt.

Thanks to Pearl's determined efforts – which had her moaning and writhing on top of the table – Victoria didn't last much longer before a familiar feeling started spreading through her body, concentrating between her legs and growing stronger and stronger until she squirted straight into the older woman's mouth and all over her chin.

Again Pearl pulled back, slipping her fingers out of Victoria's ass and letting the next gusher of clear juices leaving the younger beauty's quivering slit to smack across the left side of her face while her hands were busy digging their way down the neckline of her dress until she could tug it down and let her huge, shapely tits pop out into the open.

“That's it, darling, squirt all over my fat tits!” Egging Victoria on, Pearl rose up far enough that the next three spurts of girlcum to exit the brunette's cunt ended up glued to her tits, where she rubbed it into her skin, pausing ever so often to pinch and stroke her hard nipples.

“Fuck!” Heaving and bucking on top of the table, Victoria started slapping her pink pussy in order to drag her climax out for as long as possible, and as a consequence squirted several more times before her orgasm finally started to fade and Pearl dove in to switch back and forth between showering her pussy with kisses and lapping up the juices still streaming out of it.

“I... I definitely owe you for that,” Wiping the sweat from her brow as she recovered, Victoria could hear how out of breath she sounded.

“Later, honey,” Ceasing her worshipping of Victoria's cunt, Pearl rose up and smoothed out her dress before admiring the sight of the curvy, brown-haired vixen laying atop the table, her tanned body adorned with tiny pearls of sweat and her face flustered while her pussy was a darkened, swollen, glistening wet mess that the older woman dearly wanted to drive her face right back into, “You can bring your friend with you once she's recovered.”

“I'll... I'll suggest it.”

“Wonderful,” Pearl's smile returned in full ****, “It's been way too long since I had my pussy and bunghole tongued at the same time.”

“We're going to have to rectify that,” Getting back up into a seated position, Victoria could feel her strength and her breath returning.

“Tell your friend to wear the daring outfit,” Pearl took Victoria's hand again, “Now, it's time to get you dressed.”

“Pearl,” All that talk about her 'friend' had made Victoria's mind wander back to the subject of Sasha, “Is there a good doctor in town?”

“Good Lord, I didn't make you break anything inside you, did I?” Pearl took another opportunity to showcase her most mischievous smile.

“No,” Giggling and shaking her head as she got back on her feet and noted that her legs only felt slightly rubbery in the wake of her orgasm, Victoria grew serious again. Or slightly more serious, anyway, “It's for my friend.”

“In that case, I think you girls will love Doc Jackson...” While starting to pick out an outfit for Victoria, Pearl gave her directions to Doctor Jackson's practice.

After getting dressed in her new clothes, saying goodbye to Pearl and calling upon Doctor Jackson, Victoria headed over to the Lucky 8 saloon. It was nearly empty, but everyone there was looking at her as soon as she slipped past the swinging doors.

Obviously, going anywhere without raising attention would impossible in her new outfit: the hat and boots remained unchanged, but her hoses were gone, her cut-offs had been replaced with another pair, these frayed and trimmed down to the point where they resembled a thong more than a pair of shorts, and her shirt and vest combo changed into a navy blue vest secured with two buttons positioned directly underneath her tits and which left her toned midsection completely bare, along with the entirety of her cleavage, the v-shaped gap formed by the vest's front having only needed to be an inch or two wider for Victoria's nipples to be exposed.

Clutching two parcels between her side and her left arm, Victoria did what she always did upon entering a new saloon by letting her right hand rest close to the handle of one of her pistols and letting her gaze wander over the entire room. Apart from the bartender, there were only a handful of people in there, and most interesting of those was the buxom blonde sitting over in one corner, a plate in front of her and her back to the wall. Since her hat was on the table, Victoria could easily make out both that the other woman was a blonde, and that she was breathtakingly beautiful. She could also make out very easily how her poncho was bulging severely in just the right place, and that the blonde's legs were as naked as her own. Since the blonde was eating breakfast in the saloon, odds were she was new in town too, and she matched Maxwell's description. And that left Victoria rather intrigued.

“Excuse me,” After nodding nonchalantly at the awestruck bartender trying to determine which babe to gawk at – and becoming cross-eyed in the process – Victoria walked up to the blonde's table.

“Yes?” The blonde looked like she approved of Victoria's outfit.

“I heard some blonde slut put on quite a show for the whole town last night,” Deciding to be bold, Victoria made sure to sound friendly and casual, “That wouldn't have been you, would it?”

In response, the blonde got up on her feet and flicked the front of her poncho up over her shoulder.

“Do I look like a slut?” The blonde asked Victoria, who was busy ogling not so much her trim belly as the pair of ginormous, firm and toffee-tanned knockers exploding forth from the blonde's chest, each massive orb of succulent titflesh crowned by a dark, stiff little nipple.

“Yeah, you do,” Victoria replied, and the blonde purred before tugging aside the thin front of her black thong to expose her bald, pink slit.

“Victoria!” Hearing someone call out her name, Victoria looked up to see Sasha standing up on the gallery, smiling happily and completely naked.