The show goes on

Sasha continued to stand by the window with her huge breasts, and face still coated in the thick seed of a man she only knew as 'Charles'. Her fingers still lodged in her pussy and ass hole as she watched the gorgeous blonde work Charles' member with her lips, tongue and fingers in an attempt to coax his monster cock back to life.

"Fuck!" Sasha gasped in astonishment as Charles' beast rapidly swelled and thickened in Roxy's dainty, but seemingly magical hands. The handsome cowboy's member regained it's original incredible size and thickness. 

Sasha could see the delirious wild eyed grin that the curvaceous blonde exhibitionist flashed her lover at his quick recovery after such a strong orgasm, and wasted no time to climbing to her feet. The top heavy blonde braced herself once again against the wooden railing, and shook her firm booty to her lover, while her huge prefect breasts jiggled enticingly to her audience. Roxy caught Sasha's gaze, and offered her a seductive wink, coupled with a 'come hither' gesture with her left index finger.

Roxy's seductive swaying of her booty seemed to have the desired effect on Charles, Sasha mused as she watched the hunky cowboy press himself tightly against the buxom blonde from behind.

"Oh fuck, Charles!" Roxy hollered at the top of her lungs, as Charles began to once again pound the curvaceous exhibitionist's tight hole.

Sasha once again felt an urge to join the rutting couple on the balcony. Meanwhile, down below the balcony, a beautiful brunette sauntered out through the front doors. She seemed to be in her early thirties, but she had a great body that belied her age, Sasha mused. She had a pink robe tied tight around her curvaceous frame as she strode confidently towards the gathered crowd.

"I hope you all are enjoying the show!" The brunette began, deepening Sasha's suspicions that she was the owner of the whore house. The naked burlesque smiled to herself that the woman had to time her speech to keep it from coinciding with each new scream of bliss that left the lips of the gorgeous blonde above her.

Sasha's smile widened at the expression on the beautiful brunette's face as she realised at how few members of the crowd were actually paying attention to her. The woman sighed theatrically, put on a devastatingly sexy smile, before opening her robe. 

Sasha moaned approvingly, her attention firmly on this stranger as she quickly slid the bright pink garment off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall to the crowd to leave her standing there wearing nothing more than a pair of high-heeled slippers. The beautiful burlesque dancer felt juices pour from her hairless pussy onto her fingers, while she watched yet another busty babe parade her magnificent body on display to the residents of Garrison.

"Like I was saying". The brunette tried again, after having run two fingers up across the lips of a visibly damp pussy and then made quite a show out of slowly licking the same fingers clean of her own juices "I hope you're enjoying the show that we've put on, and would just like to tell you all that the Cumslut is opening a little early today, though I guess that none of you will step inside until those behind me are finished!"

"And sorry, girls". The naked brunette indicated towards a group of scantily clad women, whom Sasha suspected to be prostitutes. "But, that stud up there is not available at any price!"

"You just want him all to yourself, you greedy slut!" A  curvaceous red head cried out, leaning forwards slightly inadvertently giving everyone present a wonderful view of her magnificent breasts.

"Oh, I don't think I'll have him all to myself, Rosie!" The naked brunette purred in reply.

Sasha smiled at the exchange between the beautiful women on the street, before bringing her attention back to the pair on the balcony. Charles and Roxy were still going at it full pelt.The former was pounding away at the gorgeous blonde from behind as fast and hard as he could, while the latter let everyone within ear shot just how much she loved Charles' cock in her ass. She could also see Roxy’s tits bouncing with each thrust from Charles. The fingers in both of her fuck holes were plunging in and out of her orifices at quite a frantic pace.

Through eyes that were narrowed due certain objects lodged in their sexy ass holes, Sasha and Roxy's eyes met once again. The beautiful blonde's index finger beckoned the burlesque dancer to join her and her lover on the Guzzler's balcony.

With her mind made up Sasha surrendered to her lust, and found herself feeling a twinge of guilt over the fact that she would very soon be 'cheating' on her rescuer, Victoria. The naked black vixen turned away from the window.

"FUCK!! CHARLES!" Roxy hollered at the top of her lungs, drawing Sasha turn to whirl around quickly to witness the blonde bombshell tense up on her lover's schlong, as her pussy exploded, and squirted her clear juices over the railing, causing her honey to land all over the provocatively clad red head below.

Watching Roxy orgasm  with such intensity and duration proved to be enough to send Sasha over the edge too. The dark skinned dancer cried out loud enough to be heard outside, drawing a few curious glances from the assembled crowd to the window of her room, while her orgasm took hold. Sasha's clear love honey poured over the fingers in her cunt, and shot violently onto the floorboards in front of her. 

Eventually Sasha's long and intense orgasm subsided, and she stumbled on very unsteady legs towards the window. Her mouth dropped on account of finding Charles and Roxy still fucking on the balcony on the other side of the street. Many of the assembled crowd had disappeared, but Sasha could see a lot of movement occurring in the lower level of the Guzzler through the whore house's windows. 

"Looks like those two are drumming up a lot of business today!" Sasha said drowsily to no-one in particular. Her latest orgasm had taken a lot out of her, and it took all of her remaining energy to clamber her aching body into bed, before the lure of sleep embraced her with welcoming arms.

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"Where could they be? Griff and the others should have been back hours ago". 

"Relax. Knowing Griff they are wasting their share in Garrison's saloons or whore houses!" Cassus replied, favouring the younger man a knowing smirk.

Cassus Gallandro was one of the most wanted men in the civilised world, with numerous bounties and warrants for his arrest. Some of the crimes hark back from when he was a Lieutenant for the Confederate Army, and the way he had treated prisoners of war. His brutality was matched only by his skill with a firearm, and his loyalty to his commanding officer; Major Duke Barrett.

Even though the war ended Barrett and Gallandro stayed together, and along with enough of their defeated Southern brothers they formed the largest gang of mercenaries in the Country. Barrett's gang was currently working with Loco's crew, and it was certainly a profitable partnership for both groups of thieves, murderers and cut throats.

Despite Cassus' jovial tone and smirk, he was concerned. The four men dispatched to intercept the stage coach should have returned to camp hours ago. One of them was a relative to their ally, Loco. For that reason Duke had sent his trusted second in command to locate their comrades and bring them back.

"There!" Cassus' sharp eyes narrowed at the sight of smoke several miles away, and he rode his horse at a gallop, with his companion, Shane hot on his heels.

"Looks like the stage coach, alright". Shane commented, nervously fiddling with his holster.

Cassus stared at the burned out husk of the stage coach, and the bodies of the passengers nearby with cold detachment. These people had been wealthy, but had been weak and unable to protect  themselves. "Strength is the best currency these days". He muttered to himself, and spat on the young rancher's unmoving body.

"Sir, look!" Shane cried, gesturing to a pack of vultures circling an area less than a hundred yards away, while another group crowded together on the ground.

Two shots from Gallandro's gleaming Colt caused the Vultures to scatter and flee in terror. With weapons drawn both outlaws approached the area with caution.

"Oh, god!" Shane whimpered, sunk to his knees and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach. 

Meanwhile Cassus' only visible reaction to the gruesome sight of the four bodies of their comrades, thoroughly picked clean by the Vultures was a tightening of his jaw. His hard, unforgiving gaze locked on the largest of the four men.

"Let's get back to camp..." Cassus said finally, "and inform Loco that his brother is dead".