Meeting the girls

The front parlor was ringed by plush red couchs. Lounging in them were five young women in various stages of undress. Snake's eyes took in the sight. There was a tall, busty woman with long dark hair and huge tits barely covered by a white robe. Next in line was a slender pig-tailed blonde wearing a light blue robe that was open enough to reveal al almost flat chest. The third woman was an oriental wearing a fancy silk robe; she had small breasts and long, shiny black hair. The next woman wore only a light skirt; her breasts were large and firm and her tight, curly hair was wheat-colored. The final young woman was dressed in some kind of dime-store novel Indian costume. Her dark hair was topped by a group of feathers and the ornate leather wrap she wore did not hide the fact that she was well endowed.

An older woman, a beauty with flaming red hair entered the parlor. "Marshall, always good to see you! And who is this handsome cowboy?"

"Red," the Marshall spoke up quickly, "this is my new deputy, Robert Lee Jackson. I hope you and your ladies treat him well."

"Marshall," she laughed, "the law always comes first here. We'll take really good care of the boy."

The Indian girl had already gotten up and had her arms wrapped arround the Marshall. She lead him up the wide, turning staircase.

"The Marshall has a thing for Rita," Red pointed up the stairs. "And what's your fancy, Robert?"

Snake felt like a kid left alone in a candyshop. He smiled back and forth at the women, but his gaze kept returning to the flat-chested blonde.

Red motioned to the blonde, who got up and moved closer. "Inga may not compare in some ways with my other girls," Red stroked the blonde's hair, "but she always satisfies her man.

Inga took Snake's hand and led him up the same stairs the Marshall had used. She led him down a wide hallway and into a bedroom. The room was all white and light blue and lace. A big, white, double bed stood against one wall. Inga released Snake's hand, undid a couple of buttons, and dropped her robe on a chair.

"You fuck Inga good, deputy," she spoke with a foreign accent, "or you want Inga to so something special?"

Inga dropped to her knees and began undoing Snake's clothing. His gunbelt came off first, carefully placed under the chair. Then his belt opened, followed by the buttons on his pants. Inga reached into the open pants and fished out Snake's rapidly growing cock.

"Oh! Deputy gonna fuck Inga real good with this!"

Snake didn't object as Inga opened her lips and sucked the top of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.