To the nearest whore house

Victoria ignored the continued stares of the residents who had witnessed Sasha and herself kissing earlier as she walked down the street. Thinking about Sasha's soft lips and the way her huge breasts mashed up against her own, caused juices to pour from her pussy lips and roll down her denim clad inner thighs.

A smile spread across her face as she saw the sign advertising a whore house called 'The Ranch Hand's Relief'.

"That sounds like just what I need!" Victoria giggled to herself, before pushing the door to the whore house.

Pushing open the doors, she drew in sights of beautiful women clad in revealing dresses chatting, flirting and drinking with male patrons of varying age, size and race. Her nose crinkled slightly at the smell of sweat and booze rife in the air. 

"Yep, this is the place!" She muttered to herself in satisfaction, noting a room to the left of the bar where several men were engaged in a low stakes poker game with girls hanging on the arms or sitting on the laps of the gamblers, hoping for a slice of the winnings.

 She headed towards the bar, where a wide, balding man was cleaning a glass. The bartender looked up at the Stranger, did a double take, before putting down the glass, and managing to recover enough to speak.

 “What can I do for you, ma’am?” He asked,  quite surprised to see a woman of such beauty walking into a place like this.

"Whisky". Victoria replied, acutely aware that the eyes of nearly every male in the room were on her as she placed a coin on the counter.

The bartender pouched the coin, and poured a small glass of whisky for the busty brunette. "Anything else?" 

 “I need a room, a bath and a whore".

The sound of glass breaking on the floor caused all noise in the lounge and gambling area to cease, and a pretty blonde playing a piano in the corner of the lounge to stop playing. Amused and ironic cheers ring out, teasing the poor bartender about his clumsiness, and his cheeks turn red. "The room and the bath ain’t no problem". He said finally. "But we don’t have no man whores here.”

 “Did I say that I wanted a man whore?” The busty brunette asked, flashing him a teasing smile.

If he had been holding another bottle of whiskey Victoria was certain that it too would have been dropped by the flabbergasted bartender. To his credit he quickly recovered, nodded and returned to cleaning the glass he had started cleaning earlier.

"Any one in particular you want?" He asked, never before had he asked that to a female customer, and even if another one ever did come along he doubted that she would be as gorgeous as the busty brunette stood before him right now.

Victoria slowly turned around before casting an analytical eye on the women in the large room. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, but was confident that she would know it when she saw it, or more accurately her.

"I think I'll have.....her". Victoria informed the bartender as she pointed at a beautiful black-haired woman clad in a tight white corset, which showcased her huge breasts. She appeared to be of Latina or Mexican descent, had big, expressive eyes, long silky hair, but the busty gunslinger's attention was captured fully by the whore's large breasts which threatened to spill out of the corset and into the open at any given moment.

"Espella?" The bartender asked, to which Victoria nodded. "Let me speak to her so she knows not to get any further clients".

The beautiful gunslinger nodded slightly, and the bartender quickly made his way through the small crowds of patrons, revellers and whores to Victoria's choice of company for the evening. The woman that the bartender had identified as Espella was lounging in a plush leather sofa, whilst sipping something that looked like wine or champagne in a glass. 

Once the bartender had reached Espella he leaned down, and whispered in her ear while gesturing in Victoria's direction. The busty whore followed the bartender's finger, and found herself staring at the tall female gunslinger. Espella's eyes widened in surprise, and quite a few moments passed before she nodded to the bartender.

“Everything will be ready in a few minutes". The bartender said to the Relief's first ever paying female customer, before leaving the bar and headed upstairs to prepare a room, and a bath for her.

Victoria nodded again, and turned to regard the gambling room that connected to the bar. It wasn’t packed but there were quite a few people playing cards and games of chance. A young man, almost a boy really, spotted her while he was standing by a poker table, watching the players gamble their hard earned-or ill gotten- funds. He smiled and walked towards her. He was attractive, slick and could be described as cute. His brown hair was just slightly longer than a normal boy’s haircut and his face was clean shaven.

 “Ma’am".  He said politely as he joined her at the bar.

 Victoria nodded, produced a brown cigarette from her duster and stuck it in her mouth. The young man struck a match and lit  her cigarette.

 “Name’s Owen, but people call me the Kid.” He introduced himself to the beautiful brunette.

 “Gee, I wonder why". Victoria quipped, flashing the youngster an amused smirk.

 Owen's smile suddenly turned sickly. "What did you say name was?"

"I didn't". The busty brunette replied.

 Owen fiddled with his two-gun rig, drawing Victoria's attention to the pair of silver Colts with pearl handles strapped to his thighs. "I see you fancy my rig!" He stated, while his gaze wandered down her body until it reached her lovely long legs. “What are you packing?”

 “More than you’d expect,” Victoria replied coolly, drawing an irritated look from Owen, and his hand dropped back down to his gun belt. Obviously he'd never be sassed by a woman before, and from the looks of things he certainly didn't like it. 

"I'm sorry, Owen". She apologised, keen to avoid a confrontation. He may not look like much, but in Victoria's experiences a man with **** in his system can only take so much sass before they become violent. "They are Colt Peacemakers. Top of the line". 

"Nice". The Kid murmured, and Victoria couldn't tell if he was commenting on her pistols of her legs.

 "Would you like to touch them?" She purred seductively.

Owen suddenly found his throat to be very dry, and hard to swallow. "Excuse me?" He gasped. 

"I'll touch yours, if you touch mine...."

The youngster found himself unable to talk, and capable of only nodding at the gorgeous brunette. While holding his breath, Owen's right hand slowly reached for the gun strapped to her left thigh, and carefully pulled the weapon out of the holster.

"Be careful with that thing". She warned. "It has a hair trigger, and it's loaded".

Owen's cocky smile returned. "Don't worry, sister. I have plenty of experience with loaded weapons!" He boasted.

"As have I!" The gorgeous brunette purred in reply, as her dainty hand snaked it's way down to the youngster's gun belt. Victoria however, didn't reach for either of his twin gleaming six shooters. Instead her index finger traced the shape of the bulging erection against his denim jeans.

"Fuck!" The Kid groaned, and his cock throbbed in its denim prison.

Suddenly an idea flashed through Victoria's mind, and a naughty smile lit across her exquisite face. She deftly undid the buttons to his jeans, and fished out his throbbing cock with her dainty hand. The sensation of her warm hand wrapped around his prick proved to be the final straw for poor Owen, and with a loud moan his cock exploded. While pumping her wrist back and forth across his shaft, drawing out his orgasm she aimed the crown of his cock at a nearby spittoon. Rope after rope of Owen's jizz hit the inside of the spit jar's metallic rim with a satisfying 'ping' sound ringing out after every jet of cum hit the interior of the jar.

Only when did cum stop pouring out of Owen's cock head did Victoria let go of his piece. "Looks like you've got a hair trigger on your piece too!" Victoria quipped with a wink, and a giggle, while poor Owen needed the bar counter to keep himself upright as his knees had given out on him.

 “Your room and bath are ready". The bartender announced, walking around them and getting behind the bar once more. “Upstairs, second door on your right. Whore will be up in a bit.” He added, and handed her a key.

 Victoria nodded, and chugged the whisky in a single gulp. She left the still recovering Kid’s side and headed upstairs. When she was out of sight, the Kid turned towards the bartender.

 “You ain’t got no man whores here, do you, Louie?” He asked in confusion.

Victoria lounged in the soapy bathwater with her eyes closed, and head leaned back. Her large breasts poked out above the waterline like two flotation devices, and her bottom half was obscured by the soap suds.  Her skin was deeply tanned from all the traveling she had experienced lately. It gave her body a hard edge, but still undeniably feminine and capable of sending any warm blooded male wild with desire, such as the Kid downstairs.

"At least I saved him a few bucks tonight!" She said aloud to herself with a crooked grin. 

As she relaxed in the tub, the busty brunette's thoughts were of Sasha, and the things she wanted to do to the beautiful dancer she had only met today. Thoughts of the pair of them lying on the thread bare matress, their bodies intertwined together had her pussy warmed up nicely and some of her juices poured out of her slit, and mixed with the bath water. 

A soft knock on the door snapped Victoria out of her day dream.

 “Come in!" She said, finally opening her eyes. Her right hand crept out of the water and grasped hold of one of her pistols, still in its holster on a night stand by the bath.

 The door opened and the beautiful young woman that Victoria had selected earlier came in. The gunslinger took her hand off the pistol, relaxed a little and took the opportunity to take a good look at her company for the evening close up. The young woman looked like she definitely had some Latin blood in her, and had shoulder-length black hair..She was still dressed in her super tight corset and a black, frilly skirt that showed off lots of leg. Just looking at the whore caused Victoria's pussy to throb in anticipation, and more of her juices mixed with the bath water. "Espella, isn't it?" Victoria asked for clarification. 

 “That's right, Ma’am". Espella nodded.

 “What’s wrong, Espella?" Victoria asked, sensing the prostitute's nervousness.

 “I’ve…never done this before". The corset clad hottie replied uncertainty.

“Never done what?” Victoria knew what Espella meant, but wanted to hear her say it.

 “Been with a woman.” The beautiful black haired whore admitted.

 “That’s unfortunate". Victoria commented, to which Espella nodded and lowered her gaze, unwilling to meet her client's eye. "But I don't mind being your first!" Victoria announced as she stood up, water running down her strong, gorgeous body. 

Espella gasped at the Stranger’s incredible curvaceous body, her attention monopolized by the brunette's huge round boobs, which were even bigger than her  own enormous pair of tits and seemingly just as firm from observing them. A wide smile slowly spread itself across Espella's face, who was looking forward to this encounter with this beautiful woman a lot more than she was a few minutes previously.

 “Now". Victoria purred seductively with a lusty smile. “Get undressed and join me on the bed".