Chapter 3

“Red, here goes.”

“Do it, Cowboy. Breed me.”

She pressed herself down on me as I squirted into her. She gasped at the sensation of my seed striking her insides. She clung to me as I shot more seed into her. Finally emptied, she just held me and we kissed more. My hands slid all over her wet back as she sat quietly on my cock, except for a few times when she shuddered while she hugged me tighter.

“Mick, take me to your bed. I need to be held.”

She rose off me and stepped out onto the wet floor. She was walking towards the bed when I stopped her.

“Wait Red! Let me get you a towel.”

She stopped and turned back to me. Water was dripping from her nipples and a mixture of clear and creamy was dripping from her bush. She came to hug me, wiggling herself enough after contacting me to cause my cock to begin to rise between her legs.

“Mick, after that, I’ll call you Mick and you need to call me Fiona.”

“But you said that Fiona didn’t do this.”

“I also said that maybe later that might change. It’s changed.”

I finished drying her and she pulled the covers back as I dried myself. Fiona took her place on one side of the bed and I got in next to her. She rolled to lie against me, her head on my shoulder and a hand cradling my ball sack.

“I want to empty this as much as possible before you leave me and go back home.”

I heard the words but didn’t get the meaning until later. Her gentle ministrations woke up my rested cock and it happily grew to its proper length. Fiona slid over it with her mouth leaving it wet from her spit. She straddled me and impaled herself, again riding me like a horse in a rodeo. She paused and shook herself several times before I was ready to release my seed.

“I’m ready.”

Fiona lifted herself until I was barely inside her and then quickly slammed down several times. Before I could say anything, I let out a low moan and Fiona sat down on me with her full weight. I released shot after shot into the beautiful, red haired, sportin’ girl. She responded with more shakes and shudders and then collapsed on top of me and fell asleep.

I’d never had that happen before, not even with my wife. I would lay on top of her and when we both finished we’d roll apart and then cuddle together.

So I’d not ever been with very many women. The ones I was with after my wife usually finished me off and then left the room. I laid there, feeling Fiona’s body weight, and the sensation of still being inside her. I let out a deep sigh and joined her in sleep.

It felt nice.

As dreams go, I don’t remember better.

But then the dream remained when I opened my eyes.

Looking down at the source of the pleasure, I found Fiona. She had my hard cock in both hands and was hugging it to her face, taking the time to kiss and lick its length. At some point she looked at my face and saw I was awake.

“I just love your cock, Mick. When you go home can I keep it?”

I pondered that question for an instant.

“I think I’d rather take it with me. You know for pissing and the like. As a matter of fact I need to piss something powerful.”

“I looked for a bed pan or commode and couldn’t find one. I need to go too.”

“Yesterday I just pissed in the tub with the water running.”

“Oh. OK. Come on.”

She stood but kept a grip on my cock. We walked to the tub, I turned the valve to allow a slight stream of water to begin running. Fiona stepped over the edge and squatted. I stepped in as well and stood there with her hand still holding my cock.

She began to release a stream of yellow piss into the clear water. I stood there transfixed. I’d never seen a woman piss before. My wife never let me watch her. I’d never even given thought to where it came out. She held my cock to her face as she relieved herself for a long time. When she stopped, she splashed water onto her pussy and then scooped a handful of water and washed the hair and all. When she was done, she stood and looked at me after sharing a light kiss on my cheeks and lips.

“Go ahead, Mick. Relieve yourself.”

“I seem to be having a little trouble. I don’t think I can piss with you hold my cock and it being as hard as a rock.”

“It is hard as a rock and yet as soft as a baby’s bottom. I don’t want to let it go.”

“Well I think that you might just have too.”

“Damn!”

She let go of my cock but slid her grip down to my sack. She kissed her way up my stomach, past my chest and to my lips. We kissed for a few minutes and she said, “I’m going to get out now. You go ahead and finish up.”

Fiona stepped out of the tub and bent over right in front of me, showing off her hairy lady parts. I gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze and she giggled and hopped away from my reach. She turned in time to see my cock soften and slowly stop pointing at the ceiling. The knob dropped lower and lower.

“Aw, that doesn’t make me happy,” she said. “I like it when it points towards heaven.”

I’d softened enough so that I could finally piss and soon a strong stream of yellow piss was hitting the water in the tub. Fiona let out a scream and jumped towards me and back into the tub. She grabbed my cock and proceeded to play with it and spray it around the tub and around on her stomach, hairy patch and legs. She turned and sprayed her ass as my stream finally weakened.

“That was wonderful!”

“Are you loco?”

“No. I’ve been wanting to play with it when you pissed just to see what it would feel like.”

“And what did it feel like?”

“It was wet and hot. Now let’s let the tub drain, fill it and wash all the piss off us before we go to breakfast.”

I looked at the woman, who still had my cock in her hand, and asked, “How am I going to get my pants on with your hand there?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t supposed that you’d think of letting go?”

She frowned and held it a little tighter.

“I like holding it.”

“How do you think the folks in town are going to react when we walk down the boardwalk with you holding my cock?”

“The women are going to be shocked and very, very jealous unless they’re fucking one of their husbands horses.”

“I’m not that big.”

“Right.”

Fiona reached down and put the stopper in the drain and the tub began to fill. She took the bar of soap and built up and good amount of foam on her hairy patch. She then took a handful of the foam and began to wash my cock and sack. I almost jumped out of the tub when her hand went back between my legs and one of her soapy fingers pushed into my ass hole.

“Whoa!”

“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

“No but it was a bit of a surprise.”

“No one has ever done that? You’ve never done that?”

“Nope.”

“Interesting.”

She finished washing me and then she asked me to wash her ass, legs and pussy.

“Go ahead and put a finger into my ass hole, Mick. Please.”

I slid a soapy hand between her cheeks and found the hole. I pushed a finger in a bit but it wouldn’t go.

“Harder.”

I pressed my finger harder and felt her hole open and give way. She moaned a little and kissed me.

“Thank you, Mick. Now let’s rinse off, dry and get dressed. I’m looking forward to a last breakfast with you before you leave.”

Before I leave. For some reason the thought of it didn’t feel right. After I dried her and she me, she began to slip her dress back on.

“Fiona? Do you want to go down the back stairs and change into a different dress before breakfast?”

She looked hurt.

“Don’t you want to be seen with me in the morning?”

“Of course I do. I just thought that you might want to change clothes.”

“Or do you just want me to put on underclothes?” She smiled and turned left and right.

“I’m serious. I just didn’t know how you felt about being seen in the morning in the same dress as you wore last night.”

She looked at me for a bit and said, “Will it bother you to be seen with me in the same dress?”

“Not as bothered as I’d be to be seen with you out of that dress.”

“Mick!”

“Fiona!” I replied mocking her voice. “I won’t mind being seen with you wearing anything you want to wear.”

She picked up the dress and lifted it over her head, slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled it down her body.

“I’ll need you to do the hooks and buttons.”

I stepped behind her and fastened everything I could find. When I was done, I turned her around, took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I could. My hands squeezed her ass cheeks through the fabric of the dress. Her hand found its way back to my cock.

“Help me get dry and dressed.”

She bent over, kissed my cock, took it into her mouth and gave it a long, hard suck.

“There. That will have to hold me.”

She proceeded to help me put on my shirt and socks. When she helped with the pants it was all she could do to not suck my cock back into her mouth. She did grab hold of it and gently place it in my pants before buttoning the pants closed. She produced a comb and ran it through her hair before lifting her dress and running the comb through her red hairy patch of hair.

She took the comb and brushed my mustache.

“There, now you will have something to remember me by.”

I was about to ask her how much money I owed her when she reached up, took my face in her hands and kissed me. I just kissed her back and suddenly it struck me that I really liked her kissing me. It occurred to me that I might not have enough money to pay what that kiss was worth to me. Her lips separated from mine and she looked in my eyes.

She kissed me again before she took my hand to lead me to the door. I’d started to think about how much I’d owe her for our time together. We walked out into the hall and I was about to turn towards the stairs to the lobby when I heard the loud cry of a woman in pain.

The cry of pain came from the room across from mine. Finding the door to be ajar, I opened it to find a large man standing over a woman lying on the bed, with her hands to her face. He was buttoning up his pants, she had her dress thrown up over her chest, and her underthings had been torn off exposing her puffy and dripping womanhood. She was crying and whimpering weakly.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“None of your damn business. Get lost!” The big man demanded.

“I was speaking to the lady,” I said calmly, staring into his eyes.

“She ain’t no lady. She’s just another whore,” he said smiling. “Like the one behind you!”

Fiona pressed against my back like she wanted to burst through the door and have words with the big man. Holding her back and ignoring him, I looked to the lady on the floor of the room.

“Ma’am, what happened?”

“He attacked me! He had his way with me!” She finally said between sobs.

“Is that the truth?” I asked her. “I mean, don’t lie to me.”

“I ain’t lying. He attacked me and took me against my will.”

“Mister? Is what the lady says right?”

“So what if it is. I’m Bear Nilsson and I do what I want around here, especially with these whores. Ain’t that right Red?”

“I’ve never had nothin’ to do with you Bear. So don’t stand there being a liar too.”

He puffed up his chest like it meant something and ran towards us. I pushed Fiona out of the way just in time and the big guy crossed the hall and crashed into the door to my room. He staggered and shook his head before turning towards me again.

He brought his hand up to his forehead and wiped away some blood from a cut on his head. He paused long enough to look at the blood, set his feet, and pushed off the door, lunging towards me again.

As he approached me I moved to the right and stuck out my foot, tripping him. He half-ran, half-stumble back into the room he’d been in and crashed onto the bed.

The woman had just managed to roll out of his way and I thought I caught a look of excitement on her face as she moved. Fiona, again tried to move into the room but I stopped her again. I had a feeling that she wanted to put her pointy-toed shoes to work on the big guys balls.

To this point he’d just been a big bully with a loud mouth but now there was something wild in his expression. He got to his feet, looked over at the other woman. I saw something pass between them and then he turned and charged at me again with his arms wide open like he was going to put me in a bear hug.

I stepped back, just outside the door, so he couldn’t throw his arms wide and try to grab me. He ended up just lowering his head and driving hard, straight ahead.

I dodged him again, gave him a little extra shove to add to his speed. He was now off balance and dashed at full speed across the hall and crash head-first into the door to my room. His impact cracked the door and lifted him completely off the floor. He fell in a heap and was motionless. Fiona let out a laugh and then turned to the woman in the room.

“Honey, are you OK? I’ve never seen you around here before. You aren’t one of the regular sportin’ girls. They call me Red. This is Mick. What can we do to help you.”

She stood and headed for the door, like she was making a break for it. Fiona took off after her and I followed Fiona. We weren’t twenty feet down the hall when several of the rooms doors opened and people stuck their heads out.

I looked back down the hall and then back to Fiona and the woman. Behind me, the big guy staggered up from his sprawled position and pulled a gun.

“Mick, look out!” Fiona screamed.

I turned, drew my pistol, and shot him through the heart in one smooth movement. The bullet blew a small hole in the center of his chest and another out of his back that he could have stuck his fist in, had he not been dead.

The woman turned and loudly exclaimed, “YOU SHOT HIM!”

“Where I come from that’s what we do to men who attack women and then go for their gun.”

I tipped my hat and met Fiona with a kiss and said, “Thanks for the warning.”

We walked past the woman, who was standing in more shock than Fiona, and returned walking down to the hotel lobby. I approached the clerk at the desk to ask about a Sheriff or a Marshall. People were now coming out of the saloon and gathering in the lobby, drawn by the sound of my big Navy Colt. It’s loud outdoors, and indoors, well I’m sure anyone who was sleeping before, wasn’t now.

“I guess I’m going to need another room with a tub for at least another night. The door on 208 is split open and there’s a big dead fella on the floor. He said his name was Bear Nilsson, but it ain’t no more. Me and Fiona will be in the saloon if the Sheriff or Marshal or whoever come looking for me.”

Taking Fiona by the hand, we were headed back into the saloon when I heard the scream of the woman.

“He murdered my husband!”

We turned to see the woman who’d been attacked running down the stairs scream at the top of her lungs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and collapsed as she repeated that I’d shot her husband.

I looked around the lobby and said to no one specifically, “Someone go get the Sheriff or the Marshall. Fiona and I will be in the saloon.”

We turned to walk through the heavy saloon doors. The banker at the gambling tables and his guard watched Fiona and me walk to a table where I could sit with my back to the wall and watch both front and back doors, and see the entire room.