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This story is in the "Group Sex" category, because Literotica lacks something like "Vanilla Porn". Wet Wild West is not about "Erotic Couplings" nor "Loving Wives", but it is not "Fetish'' either. There are two threesomes included, so the applied category is not misleading, but this theme is not the focus of the story.
As always I would be glad to read your comments, constructive criticism is especially welcome.
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I would like to thank Georgia Alice for her help with naming some of the characters. Also big thanks to her and Joe Nobody for giving the story its title.
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There it was, the horse thieves' camp. The scout did a good job, as always. Hopefully catching them would go just as smoothly. Mary inhaled deeply but quietly, then gave her men signs to assume their predetermined positions. Sheriff and five deputies should be enough to capture four horse thieves and not take any casualties.
Mary Anne Hornney was a rare sight in the West, as far as she knew, she was the only female sheriff in all of the surrounding counties; and she sure did her job as good... Nah! better than any man would. The town of Tytepoos was a safe and clean place and most of the credit fell to the sheriff.
To say that she was pretty would be an understatement, but most men did not have a broader vocabulary anyway. She was thirty two years old and stayed in a perfect shape. She was 5'7" tall, had long legs, feminine curves and broad strong shoulders. Her huge E-cup breasts were sometimes a nuisance, before operations like this one she had to wrap them carefully so that they would not bounce too much. Mary's red hair were thick and wavy, she usually kept them tied into a braid which reached the middle of her back. Her large blue eyes were friendly, but also shone with toughness and intelligence that hid behind them. Mary had one more trait that could potentially impede her success as a sheriff, but she had learnt to contain it - high libido.
Two deputies went to the north and two to the south, the sheriff and her last man would approach the camp from the east, all as planned; a wide river created a natural barrier from the west. One thief was a sentry, three others seemed to be asleep. The night was starry, so the lawman could not sneak to close, but they managed to get within shot range unnoticed. Mary Anne could not shoot a man straight away, even a horse thief, she at least had to give him a chance to surrender.
She straightened up, aimed her gun and shouted:
"Sheriff Hornney. Don't move!"
The man did not listen. He reached for his gun and Mary Anne fired. Only once. The thief dropped to the ground. The sheriff and the deputies stormed in, the other thieves surrendered and were arrested. The lawman tied the thieves and gathered the stolen horses; they had to get the whole bunch to the town. The corpse too, because the shot thief was dead.
The excitement inducted by the ambush was strong in itself, but killing a man, even a criminal, heavily increased the stressfulness of the entire action. All these emotions had always caused arousal in Mary Anne, not that she was a pervert who got turned on by killing people, it was just the effect of adrenaline. She had heard that it worked like that for men, especially soldiers in combat, but as far as she was aware she was the only woman to react in such a way. She would gladly fuck all of her deputies right there and then to let off the steam. But she was a professional and had enough will power to control her primal urges. For now at least, she had means to fulfil her desires later.
A couple of hours later the whole mess had been sorted out and the sheriff could finally return home; it was merely a few minutes before the dawn. Mary Anne Hornney did not have an ordinary house, she was an owner of a saloon. That was her source of (large) income, as the sheriff she worked for free.
The building was large and tall, apart from the main hall at the ground floor, there were two more floors. The place was spacious, it had a long bar, a stage for the dancers and a piano next to it. There were numerous tables, most with a good view of the stage, but some located in more private areas. There was a large kitchen and a few maintenance rooms on the back. On the first floor were located rooms for the guests, they could either sleep there over the night or indulge in certain forms of entertainment provided by the saloon. Mary's apartment was located on the second floor, it was spacious and comfortable, there even was a balcony in her bedroom which overlooked the main street.
Mary Anne knocked on the back door which were soon opened by Dolores, Mary's employee and a close friend. She was still wearing nothing but her short white nighty. Miss Hornney was the owner of the saloon, but it was Dolores who ran the place most of the time. She was of the same age as the sheriff, but as a former slave she had experienced too much in her life already. The two women had met many years ago, they quickly became friends and were inseparable ever since. Dolores was an inch shorter than Mary Anne and had equally istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info) prominent curves. Despite her age and experience her face managed to remain youthful and friendly. She kept her dark hair short, because they curled terribly and had a tendency to quickly turn into an awful mess.
The two women kissed their cheeks, then the sheriff began to tell her friend about the events of the night. As she talked they went to the bar where Dolores poured Mary a big whiskey, a mandatory drink after a kill. As the sheriff continued her katharsis Dolores prepared a bath for her. Hygiene was not overly popular among the people of the west, but Mary did her best to popularize this habit in Tytepoos.
Some time later, clean and relaxed, she could finally go to bed. She planned to sleep until noon, confident that Dolores would take care of the saloon. She needed to be well rested, because the next night was going to be busy as well, hopefully not because of bandits.
Mary Anne woke up a few minutes after one, which was perfectly fine; time was not an issue, although the temperature was beginning to become one. There was an attic over her apartament, but in the heat of the noon the second floor got quite hot as well. She took off her nighty and put on a pair of cotton panties, simple ones, the time for fancy lingerie did not come yet. Next came the bra, not fancy either, but also not something that would restrain Mary's breasts too much; they deserved some freedom combined with basic support. Plain stockings for her legs and a long loose skirt on top of them; standard boots on medium-sized block heels on her feet. The only item that flaunted the sheriff's curves was her shirt, it was tight and moderately elegant, it covered her breasts, but at the same time gave a good idea about their size and shape. Last but not least was a gun belt which went around Mary's slender waist and holsted her revolver. Before the evening's entertainment the sheriff wanted to check if everything in the town was fine, especially the matters regarding last night's raid.
Mary Anne went downstairs, said hello to Dolores again and ate a dinner prepared by her friend. After a large cup of coffee she went into the town. She walked at a leisurely pace and greeted the other inhabitants; everything in Tytepoos was as good as always. The thieves were securely locked in the cell and would sit there until the judge's arrival, their dead comrade would get a proper burial and the owners of all the horses would receive their property back. The day was uneventful until the evening.
Before the guests began to gather Mary Anne had to change clothes. A lot of guests would undoubtedly come, because this was not a regular evening. That day everyone's favourite dance would be performing on the stage, her name was Mary Anne Hornney. Yes! She was not only the owner of the saloon, but also an entertainer; she danced, served drinks and performed... other "services". On such nights in the saloon (and nowhere else) she was called by her second name - Annie.
The outfit consisted of a red skimpy lace panties, black fishnet pantyhose made of tiny mesh, red frilly micro skirt which barely covered Annie's buttocks and was loose for dancing purposes, red and black corset which not only changed her curves into an incredible hourglass, but also supported her huge breasts, it's top part was made of frilly lace that covered the breasts to such a level that it barely hid her nipples. Her shoulders were bare which further enhanced the exposure of the extreme cleavage, her arms were covered by black silky gloves. A pair of black strappy sandals on thirteen centimetre heels completed the outfit.
The guests began to gather, Dolores and three waitresses were serving food and drinks. Annie was waiting behind the scene for the pianist to start playing. Finally she recognized the right tones and strode onto the stage, her moves were confident and seductive; the audience cheered, clapped and whistled. The saloon was full of people and everyone was looking at their favourite dancer, not wanting to miss a single moment of the weekly spectacle.
The dance began at a mediocre pace, Annie strode to the front of the stage swaying her hips seductively to the rhythm of the music. Her long auburn hair were flowing free over her toned shoulders. Thanks to her outfit and exaggerated motions she seemed to be made entirely of legs. Her hands did not remain idle either, she moved them along her sides over the soft fabric to further tease the audience. Once she reached the front she ended her entering routine with a few more steps in place, then swiftly got down onto the floor spreading her long legs into side splits; she was facing the crowd with a seductive smile the entire time; another round of cheers erupted. Annie exhibited her flexibility for a few moments, then turned onto her back and got up twirling her legs.
The piano changed the pace and the dancer adapted flawlessly. Annie's motions were smooth and well-rehearsed, she teased the audience, but never seemed vulgar. Even when she performed numerous high kicks and flashed istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbullife.info) her crotch to the crowd, it was all tasteful and offered the guests a flavor of what they perceived as sophisticated. Of course all the men were wishing that she was spreading her legs so wide for them. Annie's toned muscles carried her effortlessly over the stage, as she twirled her long legs and swayed her ample curves. She never missed a single beat, but maintained the seductive expression on her face, occasionally spicing it with a wink or a smile. She could feel the arousal of the audience growing and she herself was becoming horny as well. The latter was the best criterion of the effectiveness of her erotic performance. She knew that whatever turned her on would have double the effect on the men.
The entire spectacle lasted merely twenty minutes, but the audience was so delighted as if they had been entertained throughout the entire night. After Annie performed her final steps she ended the dance with the same pose as it had begun - side splits at the front of the stage. She outstretched her arms and offered the audience a bright smile, the crowd went wild, they were clapping, whistling and howling; it was obvious that many men would want to rent a girl soon. Eventually Annie got up and slowly left the stage, she was swaying her round hips in an exaggerated fashion as she walked along the stage. The twenty minutes were just the right length, so she could perform and make it look effortless. The crowd did not quiet down immediately, even after she was gone behind the stage. It was another successful start to a wild night.
Annie would not disappear though, she put on a few centimetres longer skirt, also red, ten centimetre tall heels and joined the waitresses in their toll. Obviously she was the customer's favourite and received the highest tips, but she did not keep any of that money to herself, she instead shared it between her employees; the income from the sales of food and (mostly) alcohol was enough.
On a night like this clients tended to be rather touchy with the waitresses. The other girls had to deal with it on their own, Annie allowed only the big spenders (and tippers) to put their hands on her body. She actually enjoyed being touched, but also had a reputation to take care of. She could not let people of Tytepoos think that she was some kind of slut or cheap whore. It was a fun game to play and Annie enjoyed it a lot.
She was currently taking an order from several men, among them Big Ben, a wealthy prospector. He was one of her best customers, not only consumption-wise, but also regarding the upstairs business. He was a large man, tall, strong and burly, but as such giants tended to go he was also calm and relatively gentle (at least for Western standards), unless someone really provoked him. Annie was standing right next to Ben, his huge palm rested gently on her firm thigh and began to crawl upwards, towards her buttock. On her other side sat Hungry Hank, also a well paying customer, but interested more in the consumables than in flesh. He also touched the woman's leg and began to caress her nylon covered skin. The way she ignored their touches only encouraged the men, they continued to fondle her thighs and buttocks until she collected all the orders, turned around and went to Dolores to get the drinks and snacks. As she told her employee the order a man came from behind, reached around her body with his hands and grabbed her ample breasts.
"I'm so happy to see my favourite waitress again."
It was Tim Troublesome, he and his brother Tom no longer lived up to their name, all thanks to sheriff Hornney. His palms were not too rough, but not gentle either, he playfully fondled Annie's breasts in a way that both of them loved. Dolores Watched them in silence with a smile on her face.
"I'd be glad to see you too," Annie replied, "but you keep standing behind me."
"Oh my, how rude of me," Tim laughed.
He let go of her breasts, stepped aside to face the woman, then grabbed her buttocks.
"Hello, Annie," he said cheerfully with a wide grin.
"Hello, Tim. Nice to see you in a good mood."
"I'm always in a good mood with you around. Tom will be here a bit later and we'll have ourselves some fun together."
"I can't wait," Annie winked.
Tim's hand finally left her buttock. He took out a silver coin from his pouch and put it between the woman's breasts.
"Here's just a little tip in advance."
The Troublesome brothers were ridiculously handsome and flamboyant. They were gamblers and guns for hire, but since sheriff Mary took care of them they had not done anything illegal. Tim left to sit with his company by a table and Annie delivered the ordered drinks to Ben and his companions. She lingered by the table for a short while to let the man ogle and touch her body some more. She continued to serve drinks and snacks, she wondered whether it would be Big Ben or the Brothers who would take her upstairs first. It soon turned out that it would be neither of them.
The doors to the saloon swung open and a man travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbullife.info) walked in. The place was crowded and this would have gone unnoticed if this was anyone else, but Crazy Carl. He was five foot four tall and made entirely of testosterone. People preferred to stay aware of his presence just to be sure they could stay out of his way. Fists, knives or guns, Carl never held a grudge for long, because he tended to resolve any problems on the spot. Again it was the good sheriff who made sure that he became a member of the society instead of just another corpse in the west.
Annie stopped to greet one of her favourite customers, in her high heels she had breasts at the level of Carl's head; he buried his face in her cleavage as they hugged. Despite the obvious erotic tension and the public context the gesture was surprisingly intimate, Carl would have never done it in public with someone else. In a different place and in a different crowd someone would have surely laughed and he would have to shoot him, in Tytepoos everyone was safe. Carl eventually freed himself from Annie's ample cleavage.
"Can we go upstairs right away?" he asked almost shyly.
Carl treated most women like whores, but was much more gentle and polite to Annie despite the fact that she acted as an actual prostitute.
"Of course," she replied with a smile.
She would gladly have sex with Carl for free, but she had a professional reputation to take care of. He had the size, skill and stamina, he tended to be rough, but Annie liked such approach; he always left her satisfied and vice versa.
The owner was not the only girl turning tricks in the saloon. There were four other girls on the first floor, their prices were lower, so they had a constant stream of clients; neither of them was working as a waitress on a busy night like this. There was an old man collecting money, he was lame, but had a good eye and a six-gun; using such force had not been necessary to collect payment in a long time.
Carl kept his palm on Annie's ass the entire time as they ascended two floors. As soon as the door to her room closed behind them his hands were all over her curvaceous body; he was touchy in more than one meaning of the word. They moved to the middle of the spacious room, Carl squatted down in front of Annie and focused on her long fishnet-covered legs. Just like every other man he loved her large breasts, but was a leg-man himself, so he preferred to concentrate on that part of the female body. His palms roamed from her ankles to buttocks, he loved to feel her soft yet firm flesh through the tiny mesh of her pantyhose. Annie enjoyed it as well, even though Carl's hands were greedy and possessive, she liked being touched and this was already a foreplay for her.
After a minute or two Carl had had enough of legs for now; he stood up and began to undress his lover, he enjoyed doing it himself, so Annie only assisted him occasionally. Off went the corset, skirt, high heels, pantyhose and finally the panties. With the woman now completely naked Carl again squatted down and renewed the caressing and groping of her now bare legs; her skin felt just as good beneath his fingers as the nylon. He squeezed the fleshy thighs and buttocks, kissed and licked them until he craved for something more.
That was the moment when Annie usually slowed things down and reminded her clients of an issue that was not overly popular in the West - hygiene. A large tub with warm water was being kept ready the whole time and if Carl wanted to proceed beyond touching he had to go inside and use the soap. Quickly all of the clients learnt that bathing with Annie was rather enjoyable and the whole idea of hygiene was not so bad. Annie would wash the men herself, mostly using just her soaped hands, with some assistance of a sponge. She made sure that she got the crucial parts of their bodies perfectly clean AND that the whole process was pleasurable, her hands were nimble and gentle when necessary, so she had no problems with either.
Annie's palms ventured over Carl's body in a completely different pattern than his had earlier, but she had a specific goal to achieve. As she was getting the man clean she managed to accomplish something else - get him fully erect. Carl was an incredibly well endowed man, on his short slender body the gigantic penis looked even larger, almost comical; there was also a pair of testicles that matched its size and promised a voluminous load. Finally with a clean body and a raging hardon Carl left the tub, Annie swiftly dried him with a towel and they went to the bed.
One more thing remained to be done. When Annie had first seen fishnets in a cabaret in the East she instantly fell in love with them, that was why she wore them whenever she had an opportunity - mostly while waitressing and dancing. She had to have them delivered all the way from the East and they were not exactly cheap. It soon turned out that many men liked to see her legs in fishnets and Carl was by far the biggest fan, he loved to see, touch and fuck Annie while she wore them. She would never allow anyone to rip a hole in her pantyhose, but fortunately someone designed a pair specifically for that purpose - they were crotchless and offered a comfortable access to her pussy. She slowly and teasingly put such a pair on, Carl was watching it impatiently with a raging hardon.
As always I would be glad to read your comments, constructive criticism is especially welcome.
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I would like to thank Georgia Alice for her help with naming some of the characters. Also big thanks to her and Joe Nobody for giving the story its title.
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There it was, the horse thieves' camp. The scout did a good job, as always. Hopefully catching them would go just as smoothly. Mary inhaled deeply but quietly, then gave her men signs to assume their predetermined positions. Sheriff and five deputies should be enough to capture four horse thieves and not take any casualties.
Mary Anne Hornney was a rare sight in the West, as far as she knew, she was the only female sheriff in all of the surrounding counties; and she sure did her job as good... Nah! better than any man would. The town of Tytepoos was a safe and clean place and most of the credit fell to the sheriff.
To say that she was pretty would be an understatement, but most men did not have a broader vocabulary anyway. She was thirty two years old and stayed in a perfect shape. She was 5'7" tall, had long legs, feminine curves and broad strong shoulders. Her huge E-cup breasts were sometimes a nuisance, before operations like this one she had to wrap them carefully so that they would not bounce too much. Mary's red hair were thick and wavy, she usually kept them tied into a braid which reached the middle of her back. Her large blue eyes were friendly, but also shone with toughness and intelligence that hid behind them. Mary had one more trait that could potentially impede her success as a sheriff, but she had learnt to contain it - high libido.
Two deputies went to the north and two to the south, the sheriff and her last man would approach the camp from the east, all as planned; a wide river created a natural barrier from the west. One thief was a sentry, three others seemed to be asleep. The night was starry, so the lawman could not sneak to close, but they managed to get within shot range unnoticed. Mary Anne could not shoot a man straight away, even a horse thief, she at least had to give him a chance to surrender.
She straightened up, aimed her gun and shouted:
"Sheriff Hornney. Don't move!"
The man did not listen. He reached for his gun and Mary Anne fired. Only once. The thief dropped to the ground. The sheriff and the deputies stormed in, the other thieves surrendered and were arrested. The lawman tied the thieves and gathered the stolen horses; they had to get the whole bunch to the town. The corpse too, because the shot thief was dead.
The excitement inducted by the ambush was strong in itself, but killing a man, even a criminal, heavily increased the stressfulness of the entire action. All these emotions had always caused arousal in Mary Anne, not that she was a pervert who got turned on by killing people, it was just the effect of adrenaline. She had heard that it worked like that for men, especially soldiers in combat, but as far as she was aware she was the only woman to react in such a way. She would gladly fuck all of her deputies right there and then to let off the steam. But she was a professional and had enough will power to control her primal urges. For now at least, she had means to fulfil her desires later.
A couple of hours later the whole mess had been sorted out and the sheriff could finally return home; it was merely a few minutes before the dawn. Mary Anne Hornney did not have an ordinary house, she was an owner of a saloon. That was her source of (large) income, as the sheriff she worked for free.
The building was large and tall, apart from the main hall at the ground floor, there were two more floors. The place was spacious, it had a long bar, a stage for the dancers and a piano next to it. There were numerous tables, most with a good view of the stage, but some located in more private areas. There was a large kitchen and a few maintenance rooms on the back. On the first floor were located rooms for the guests, they could either sleep there over the night or indulge in certain forms of entertainment provided by the saloon. Mary's apartment was located on the second floor, it was spacious and comfortable, there even was a balcony in her bedroom which overlooked the main street.
Mary Anne knocked on the back door which were soon opened by Dolores, Mary's employee and a close friend. She was still wearing nothing but her short white nighty. Miss Hornney was the owner of the saloon, but it was Dolores who ran the place most of the time. She was of the same age as the sheriff, but as a former slave she had experienced too much in her life already. The two women had met many years ago, they quickly became friends and were inseparable ever since. Dolores was an inch shorter than Mary Anne and had equally istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info) prominent curves. Despite her age and experience her face managed to remain youthful and friendly. She kept her dark hair short, because they curled terribly and had a tendency to quickly turn into an awful mess.
The two women kissed their cheeks, then the sheriff began to tell her friend about the events of the night. As she talked they went to the bar where Dolores poured Mary a big whiskey, a mandatory drink after a kill. As the sheriff continued her katharsis Dolores prepared a bath for her. Hygiene was not overly popular among the people of the west, but Mary did her best to popularize this habit in Tytepoos.
Some time later, clean and relaxed, she could finally go to bed. She planned to sleep until noon, confident that Dolores would take care of the saloon. She needed to be well rested, because the next night was going to be busy as well, hopefully not because of bandits.
Mary Anne woke up a few minutes after one, which was perfectly fine; time was not an issue, although the temperature was beginning to become one. There was an attic over her apartament, but in the heat of the noon the second floor got quite hot as well. She took off her nighty and put on a pair of cotton panties, simple ones, the time for fancy lingerie did not come yet. Next came the bra, not fancy either, but also not something that would restrain Mary's breasts too much; they deserved some freedom combined with basic support. Plain stockings for her legs and a long loose skirt on top of them; standard boots on medium-sized block heels on her feet. The only item that flaunted the sheriff's curves was her shirt, it was tight and moderately elegant, it covered her breasts, but at the same time gave a good idea about their size and shape. Last but not least was a gun belt which went around Mary's slender waist and holsted her revolver. Before the evening's entertainment the sheriff wanted to check if everything in the town was fine, especially the matters regarding last night's raid.
Mary Anne went downstairs, said hello to Dolores again and ate a dinner prepared by her friend. After a large cup of coffee she went into the town. She walked at a leisurely pace and greeted the other inhabitants; everything in Tytepoos was as good as always. The thieves were securely locked in the cell and would sit there until the judge's arrival, their dead comrade would get a proper burial and the owners of all the horses would receive their property back. The day was uneventful until the evening.
Before the guests began to gather Mary Anne had to change clothes. A lot of guests would undoubtedly come, because this was not a regular evening. That day everyone's favourite dance would be performing on the stage, her name was Mary Anne Hornney. Yes! She was not only the owner of the saloon, but also an entertainer; she danced, served drinks and performed... other "services". On such nights in the saloon (and nowhere else) she was called by her second name - Annie.
The outfit consisted of a red skimpy lace panties, black fishnet pantyhose made of tiny mesh, red frilly micro skirt which barely covered Annie's buttocks and was loose for dancing purposes, red and black corset which not only changed her curves into an incredible hourglass, but also supported her huge breasts, it's top part was made of frilly lace that covered the breasts to such a level that it barely hid her nipples. Her shoulders were bare which further enhanced the exposure of the extreme cleavage, her arms were covered by black silky gloves. A pair of black strappy sandals on thirteen centimetre heels completed the outfit.
The guests began to gather, Dolores and three waitresses were serving food and drinks. Annie was waiting behind the scene for the pianist to start playing. Finally she recognized the right tones and strode onto the stage, her moves were confident and seductive; the audience cheered, clapped and whistled. The saloon was full of people and everyone was looking at their favourite dancer, not wanting to miss a single moment of the weekly spectacle.
The dance began at a mediocre pace, Annie strode to the front of the stage swaying her hips seductively to the rhythm of the music. Her long auburn hair were flowing free over her toned shoulders. Thanks to her outfit and exaggerated motions she seemed to be made entirely of legs. Her hands did not remain idle either, she moved them along her sides over the soft fabric to further tease the audience. Once she reached the front she ended her entering routine with a few more steps in place, then swiftly got down onto the floor spreading her long legs into side splits; she was facing the crowd with a seductive smile the entire time; another round of cheers erupted. Annie exhibited her flexibility for a few moments, then turned onto her back and got up twirling her legs.
The piano changed the pace and the dancer adapted flawlessly. Annie's motions were smooth and well-rehearsed, she teased the audience, but never seemed vulgar. Even when she performed numerous high kicks and flashed istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbullife.info) her crotch to the crowd, it was all tasteful and offered the guests a flavor of what they perceived as sophisticated. Of course all the men were wishing that she was spreading her legs so wide for them. Annie's toned muscles carried her effortlessly over the stage, as she twirled her long legs and swayed her ample curves. She never missed a single beat, but maintained the seductive expression on her face, occasionally spicing it with a wink or a smile. She could feel the arousal of the audience growing and she herself was becoming horny as well. The latter was the best criterion of the effectiveness of her erotic performance. She knew that whatever turned her on would have double the effect on the men.
The entire spectacle lasted merely twenty minutes, but the audience was so delighted as if they had been entertained throughout the entire night. After Annie performed her final steps she ended the dance with the same pose as it had begun - side splits at the front of the stage. She outstretched her arms and offered the audience a bright smile, the crowd went wild, they were clapping, whistling and howling; it was obvious that many men would want to rent a girl soon. Eventually Annie got up and slowly left the stage, she was swaying her round hips in an exaggerated fashion as she walked along the stage. The twenty minutes were just the right length, so she could perform and make it look effortless. The crowd did not quiet down immediately, even after she was gone behind the stage. It was another successful start to a wild night.
Annie would not disappear though, she put on a few centimetres longer skirt, also red, ten centimetre tall heels and joined the waitresses in their toll. Obviously she was the customer's favourite and received the highest tips, but she did not keep any of that money to herself, she instead shared it between her employees; the income from the sales of food and (mostly) alcohol was enough.
On a night like this clients tended to be rather touchy with the waitresses. The other girls had to deal with it on their own, Annie allowed only the big spenders (and tippers) to put their hands on her body. She actually enjoyed being touched, but also had a reputation to take care of. She could not let people of Tytepoos think that she was some kind of slut or cheap whore. It was a fun game to play and Annie enjoyed it a lot.
She was currently taking an order from several men, among them Big Ben, a wealthy prospector. He was one of her best customers, not only consumption-wise, but also regarding the upstairs business. He was a large man, tall, strong and burly, but as such giants tended to go he was also calm and relatively gentle (at least for Western standards), unless someone really provoked him. Annie was standing right next to Ben, his huge palm rested gently on her firm thigh and began to crawl upwards, towards her buttock. On her other side sat Hungry Hank, also a well paying customer, but interested more in the consumables than in flesh. He also touched the woman's leg and began to caress her nylon covered skin. The way she ignored their touches only encouraged the men, they continued to fondle her thighs and buttocks until she collected all the orders, turned around and went to Dolores to get the drinks and snacks. As she told her employee the order a man came from behind, reached around her body with his hands and grabbed her ample breasts.
"I'm so happy to see my favourite waitress again."
It was Tim Troublesome, he and his brother Tom no longer lived up to their name, all thanks to sheriff Hornney. His palms were not too rough, but not gentle either, he playfully fondled Annie's breasts in a way that both of them loved. Dolores Watched them in silence with a smile on her face.
"I'd be glad to see you too," Annie replied, "but you keep standing behind me."
"Oh my, how rude of me," Tim laughed.
He let go of her breasts, stepped aside to face the woman, then grabbed her buttocks.
"Hello, Annie," he said cheerfully with a wide grin.
"Hello, Tim. Nice to see you in a good mood."
"I'm always in a good mood with you around. Tom will be here a bit later and we'll have ourselves some fun together."
"I can't wait," Annie winked.
Tim's hand finally left her buttock. He took out a silver coin from his pouch and put it between the woman's breasts.
"Here's just a little tip in advance."
The Troublesome brothers were ridiculously handsome and flamboyant. They were gamblers and guns for hire, but since sheriff Mary took care of them they had not done anything illegal. Tim left to sit with his company by a table and Annie delivered the ordered drinks to Ben and his companions. She lingered by the table for a short while to let the man ogle and touch her body some more. She continued to serve drinks and snacks, she wondered whether it would be Big Ben or the Brothers who would take her upstairs first. It soon turned out that it would be neither of them.
The doors to the saloon swung open and a man travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbullife.info) walked in. The place was crowded and this would have gone unnoticed if this was anyone else, but Crazy Carl. He was five foot four tall and made entirely of testosterone. People preferred to stay aware of his presence just to be sure they could stay out of his way. Fists, knives or guns, Carl never held a grudge for long, because he tended to resolve any problems on the spot. Again it was the good sheriff who made sure that he became a member of the society instead of just another corpse in the west.
Annie stopped to greet one of her favourite customers, in her high heels she had breasts at the level of Carl's head; he buried his face in her cleavage as they hugged. Despite the obvious erotic tension and the public context the gesture was surprisingly intimate, Carl would have never done it in public with someone else. In a different place and in a different crowd someone would have surely laughed and he would have to shoot him, in Tytepoos everyone was safe. Carl eventually freed himself from Annie's ample cleavage.
"Can we go upstairs right away?" he asked almost shyly.
Carl treated most women like whores, but was much more gentle and polite to Annie despite the fact that she acted as an actual prostitute.
"Of course," she replied with a smile.
She would gladly have sex with Carl for free, but she had a professional reputation to take care of. He had the size, skill and stamina, he tended to be rough, but Annie liked such approach; he always left her satisfied and vice versa.
The owner was not the only girl turning tricks in the saloon. There were four other girls on the first floor, their prices were lower, so they had a constant stream of clients; neither of them was working as a waitress on a busy night like this. There was an old man collecting money, he was lame, but had a good eye and a six-gun; using such force had not been necessary to collect payment in a long time.
Carl kept his palm on Annie's ass the entire time as they ascended two floors. As soon as the door to her room closed behind them his hands were all over her curvaceous body; he was touchy in more than one meaning of the word. They moved to the middle of the spacious room, Carl squatted down in front of Annie and focused on her long fishnet-covered legs. Just like every other man he loved her large breasts, but was a leg-man himself, so he preferred to concentrate on that part of the female body. His palms roamed from her ankles to buttocks, he loved to feel her soft yet firm flesh through the tiny mesh of her pantyhose. Annie enjoyed it as well, even though Carl's hands were greedy and possessive, she liked being touched and this was already a foreplay for her.
After a minute or two Carl had had enough of legs for now; he stood up and began to undress his lover, he enjoyed doing it himself, so Annie only assisted him occasionally. Off went the corset, skirt, high heels, pantyhose and finally the panties. With the woman now completely naked Carl again squatted down and renewed the caressing and groping of her now bare legs; her skin felt just as good beneath his fingers as the nylon. He squeezed the fleshy thighs and buttocks, kissed and licked them until he craved for something more.
That was the moment when Annie usually slowed things down and reminded her clients of an issue that was not overly popular in the West - hygiene. A large tub with warm water was being kept ready the whole time and if Carl wanted to proceed beyond touching he had to go inside and use the soap. Quickly all of the clients learnt that bathing with Annie was rather enjoyable and the whole idea of hygiene was not so bad. Annie would wash the men herself, mostly using just her soaped hands, with some assistance of a sponge. She made sure that she got the crucial parts of their bodies perfectly clean AND that the whole process was pleasurable, her hands were nimble and gentle when necessary, so she had no problems with either.
Annie's palms ventured over Carl's body in a completely different pattern than his had earlier, but she had a specific goal to achieve. As she was getting the man clean she managed to accomplish something else - get him fully erect. Carl was an incredibly well endowed man, on his short slender body the gigantic penis looked even larger, almost comical; there was also a pair of testicles that matched its size and promised a voluminous load. Finally with a clean body and a raging hardon Carl left the tub, Annie swiftly dried him with a towel and they went to the bed.
One more thing remained to be done. When Annie had first seen fishnets in a cabaret in the East she instantly fell in love with them, that was why she wore them whenever she had an opportunity - mostly while waitressing and dancing. She had to have them delivered all the way from the East and they were not exactly cheap. It soon turned out that many men liked to see her legs in fishnets and Carl was by far the biggest fan, he loved to see, touch and fuck Annie while she wore them. She would never allow anyone to rip a hole in her pantyhose, but fortunately someone designed a pair specifically for that purpose - they were crotchless and offered a comfortable access to her pussy. She slowly and teasingly put such a pair on, Carl was watching it impatiently with a raging hardon.