Decline The Offer For Another Whore.

I felt a little taken aback by the suggestion of her wanting to send a prostitute to my room to keep me company. However, I could sense her genuine care for me, especially after I had protected her earlier. Despite her unconventional approach, it was clear that Abigail's heart was in the right place. Ordinarily, I might have taken her up on the offer if I didn't think the little southern young woman might think less of me for it.

I sighed softly, trying to find the right words to express my appreciation for her concern without dismissing her entirely. "Abigail, I understand that you're looking out for me, and I thank you for that. But I don't think that's necessary. I'm not really in the mood for... that kind of company." I smiled and found myself reaching out and softly touching her face as I brushed my thumb against her cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Flint. I didn't mean to suggest something inappropriate." Her expression shifted, a mixture of understanding and embarrassment crossing her face.

"Don't get me wrong. They are all pretty enough and ordinarily, I would jump at the chance." I smiled. "As would I with you if things were different."

"I am not all that pretty." Abigail shook her head.

I lifted Abigail's head and pressed my lips against hers, feeling her trembling beneath me. She tasted like sweet honey and I wanted to savor the moment, exploring her with my tongue. I felt her body relax and melt into mine as I deepened the kiss, my hands roving her curves and tracing the line of her waist.

When I finally broke away, Abigail's cheeks were flushed with desire. 'No, you are beautiful,' I murmured against her lips, and she blushed even deeper.

'Thanks,' she whispered, her gaze locked with mine. 'I can stay if you like. Thank you properly for saving me.'

"I don't know if that would be a good idea. I am not the kind of guy a girl like you deserves." I took a deep breath, my mind racing with thoughts of Abigail. She was the kind of girl I knew I should stay away from—sweet, innocent, and far too good for me. But as I looked into her eyes, I knew I couldn't resist her. My heart raced as I stepped closer to her, my eyes never leaving hers. I ran my fingers along her cheek, tracing the contours of her face.

"Probably not but you are the kind of guy I want. Even if it is just for one night. I know my skin color would make things difficult for you if we were to pursue a relationship but I am not looking for a relationship. All I want is to know you will look out for me out on the trail." she said, her voice low and seductive.

"You don't have to worry about me looking out for you, Abigail," I murmured, my voice filled with sincerity. "I'll be there every step of the way, no matter what."

Her smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her hand finding its way into mine. "I appreciate that, Flint. More than you know." In that instant, a realization washed over me. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted her to stay, to share this night together.

"You know what, Abigail?" I said, my voice filled with newfound desire. "Why don't you stay the night."

"I would like that to," Abigail said as she leaned closer as her lips parted in anticipation. I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering over hers. I could feel her breath on my lips, a gentle reminder that this was more than just a trail. This was an opportunity for us to explore each other, to experience something new and exciting.

I kissed her softly, savoring the taste of her lips. She moaned in pleasure and I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping between her lips. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I knew this was only the beginning. I pulled her onto the bed as I fell back and I slid my hand down her body and softly caressed her breast feeling its softness in my hand as she lay on me. She pulled her dress up over her head revealing her naked body and blushed as she looked down on me.

"Beautiful." I smiled and ran my hands down over her body exploring her curves. She leaned down and kissed me as our hands explored each other's bodies. I could feel my dick aching as she rubbed up against it. She reached down and pulled it from my drawers and held it in hand.

"Fuck me." She said with a giggle as she stroked it softly.

"That is what it is about to do." I smiled.

"Your mom like fuck a horse or something." She joked.

"It's not that big." I gave a smirk.

"Says you. I have seen men naked before and they don't have this." She replied as she stroked it slowly. I was sure she had seen a thing or two around the Saloon and she at the very least seemed to know how to hold my cock as she stroked it slowly in awe. She slid forward sliding her pussy against my cock and ground against the length of it before sliding to the tip of it as my cock head tickled her clit. She picked it up and slowly slid it into her pussy and let out a whimper as it entered her. She began to push back against the tip of it letting it explore her pussy lips as she slowly took it inside her. The teasing sensation of her soft petals wrapped around the head of my dick sent a tremble of pleasure up my spine.

Abigail pushed herself down onto my cock taking it deep into her wet warm pussy. "Fuck." She cried out and leaned forward as she went down on it. She began to push back against it taking me deeper and deeper as her breasts rubbed against my chest. I cupped her ass caressing it softly and ran my other hand along her back as she rode me slowly. Taking me in inch by inch with each thrust and whimper. Though her soft meek cries of pain gave way to moans of pleasure as my cock filled her pussy. Once she had gotten used to the feeling of it inside her she sat up and began to ride me at a slow trot. Her breast bounced with each thrust of her hips.

Most girls I had fucked had always been eager to race to the finish line but Abigail was taking my dick like she was on a pleasant stroll in the countryside as she rode me. Her eyes closed and her mouth partly open. I reached up and caressed her cheek and she playfully bit down on my thumb as she looked at me with a smile and a wanton look in her eyes. Her meekness faded with each passing second.

I softly cupped her breast and massaged them in circles as I played with them in my hand. Kneading at the soft orbs of flesh like bread dough. Her nipples trickled through my fingers as I ran my hands across them. She put her hands on mine encouraging me to play with them harder as she clearly liked the sensation. She picked up the pace moving to a gallop as she rode me faster and moaned out with desire. The bed creaked beneath me. I slid my hand down her body to her hip and then grasped her soft round ass firmly. The little black girl definitely had a nice ass. I couldn't help but give her a little slap on the ass.

"Giddy up girl." Abigail let out a little yip and gave me a playful smile as she took my hands in hers and really began to ride me. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust as my cock drove deep and hard into her. She whimpered and moaned but didn't stop riding me. Throwing her head back and looking up at the ceiling and squeezing my hands tightly as if afraid to let go as her body trembled. She was in utter ecstasy and lost in the moment of pleasure as the shy girl I had met earlier was now gone. It was like she had been unleashed and was letting go of all her inhibitions. I could feel her tight walls gripping my cock as she rode me harder and faster, her breathing becoming more and more labored as she moved her hips up and down. She let out a loud cry and screamed my name.

I felt her body tense and I knew she was close. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust my hips up to meet hers as I felt my own orgasm building as my balls tightened. I released my own orgasm inside her. She collapsed onto my chest as she panted. We both lay there panting and exhausted but with immense satisfaction.

"Suddenly I can see why people pay for this now." She joked and softly traced her fingers over my skin.

"That mean you are charging me." I laughed.

"After the ride I just had I think I should be paying you cowboy." Abigail laughed as she turned her head toward me. We didn't need flowery declarations or grand gestures. The heat between us spoke volumes, and that was enough. Her words hung in the air, filling the room with a delightful blend of affection and playfulness. I turned my head to meet her gaze, and our eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between us. With a tender touch, she leaned in and pressed her lips gently against mine, a soft and tender kiss that spoke volumes. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world outside ceased to exist as we reveled in the connection we had forged. The warmth of the room enveloped us, cocooning us in a sanctuary of intimacy and desire. We lay there, intertwined in each other's arms, savoring the sweet remnants of our passion as the warmth after the afterglow washed over me.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. It was raw and real, a testament to the primal instincts that drove us both. We talked about our lives, our dreams, and the adventures that lay ahead. As the night grew darker, I found myself drifting off to sleep, cradled in her comforting embrace. The rhythmic sound of her breathing and the warmth of her body lulled me into a peaceful slumber in her arms.

Which of the girls should Flint hook up with next?