Mona, the Bandit
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 5
Western Sex Story: Chapter 5 - In the lawless Wild West, Mona “The Maverick” McCallister fights her way from saloon brawler to feared outlaw alongside the infamous Dust Marauders. After a brutal showdown with a rival fighter, she’s recruited into a world of high-stakes heists, dangerous alliances, and shadowy treasures like the legendary Crimson Eye. Through battles, narrow escapes, and bonds forged in blood and trust, Mona rises as both a leader and a legend — her past and passions marked by scars, victories, and moments bes
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Fiction Crime Western Rough Orgy Cat-Fighting Violence AI Generated
As the night grew late and the last fight concluded, the Dust Marauders gathered their winnings, their pockets jingling with the spoils of a successful evening. Mona felt the weight of the Crimson Eye’s absence, but the gold it had brought them was a sweet balm to the sting of parting with such a powerful artifact.
They left the saloon to the cheers of the patrons, their reputations as the most daring and feared gang in the west solidified. The town of Hellfort had claimed them as its own, embracing their lawless spirit and reveling in the chaos they brought.
The finest hotel in Hellfort, the Copper Snake, loomed large on the main street, a bastion of luxury in a sea of depravity. Its red brick façade gleamed in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the dirt and grime that caked the rest of the town. The gang approached with a swagger, the weight of their recent victory heavy in their steps.
Inside, the lobby was a hushed symphony of velvet and polished wood, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. The clerk, Mr. Oscar House, eyed them warily, his suspicion clear, but the sight of their bulging saddlebags spoke louder than their disheveled appearance. He offered them the best suite, his hand trembling slightly as he took their money.
“And for the evening, gentlemen, perhaps some of the finest women Hellfort has to offer?” Oscar suggested, his eyes flicking over the bruised and bloodied faces of the gang. “They’re ... quite adept at helping one unwind after a ... taxing day.” His voice was oily, and Mona could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes as he spoke.
Fred’s grin grew wider, his eyes scanning the room as if he could see the women hiding behind the velvet curtains. “Why, that’s mighty generous of you, Mr. House,” he said, leaning heavily on the counter. “We’ve had us a bit of a rough ride, so I reckon a little ... companionship wouldn’t go amiss.”
Oscar’s smile never wavered as he nodded and disappeared into the back room. Moments later, a parade of women in delicate lingerie emerged, their figures a tantalizing mix of softness and steel. They moved with the grace of dancers, each one eyeing the gang members with a blend of curiosity and professional detachment.
Mona’s gaze swept over the lineup, and she felt a twitch of excitement as her eyes fell upon a voluptuous blonde with the name ‘Rebecca “Dynamite” Pollard’ embroidered on her corset. The woman’s ample breasts nearly spilled out of the flimsy fabric, and she had the kind of confidence that could only come from years of experience in the saloons. Mona stepped forward, her hand extended. “I’ll take this one,” she said with a wink, her voice like a purr.
Rebecca met Mona’s gaze with a knowing smile, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She sauntered over, her hips swaying in a way that made the other men in the room swivel their heads. “Pleasure to meet you, darlin’,” she drawled, her voice like a caress. “I reckon you know how to handle yourself in a place like this.”
Mona nodded, her own smile predatory. “I’ve had a bit of practice,” she said, her eyes never leaving the woman’s. “But I’m always up for a new challenge.”
The rest of the Dust Marauders chose their companions for the night, and soon the hotel suite was alive with the sounds of laughter and passion. Mona led Rebecca by the hand, pulling her into a dimly lit corner, her eyes locked on the woman’s heaving chest. “You know,” she whispered, her breath hot against Rebecca’s ear, “my friends are curious to see if I picked the best one here.”
Rebecca’s smile grew sly as she reached back, unlacing her corset with deft fingers. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, revealing her large, firm breasts, the skin a soft contrast to the bruises that mottled her body. Mona’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, you weren’t kidding,” she said, her voice thick with desire.
With a dramatic flourish, Mona turned to her gang members, who were watching the exchange with varying degrees of interest. “Boys,” she announced, her voice carrying over the din of the suite, “I reckon I’ve got the prize of the evening. What do you say we give Miss Dynamite here a little show of appreciation?”
Rebecca’s smile grew wider, and she stepped closer to Mona, her breasts pressing against the outlaw’s leather vest. “You heard the lady,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “Show ‘em what you’ve got, darlin’.”
Mona’s heart raced as she stepped back, her eyes never leaving Rebecca’s. She reached up, her hands gentle but firm, and cupped the woman’s breasts in her palms. The blonde gasped, arching her back slightly as Mona began to knead and squeeze the soft mounds of flesh. The gang watched, their eyes glued to the erotic display, the tension in the room thickening with every caress.
Mona felt the dampness between Rebecca’s thighs, a clear signal that she was more than ready for what was to come. She took the woman’s hand and led her to the large, inviting bed in the center of the suite, her own desire building with every step. The rest of the gang cheered and jeered, their catcalls and whistles only serving to fuel the fire that burned within her.
Oscar, ever the attentive host, produced a large wooden dildo and a bottle of sweet-smelling oil from behind the counter, his smile never faltering. He handed them to Mona with a wink. “For the main event, Miss McCallister,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I’ve heard tales of your ... appetites. I hope this meets your standards.”
Mona took the items with a nod of thanks, her eyes never leaving Rebecca’s. The saloon girl’s pupils had dilated, and Mona could feel the heat of her desire. She knew that the others were watching, their anticipation palpable. “Let’s see if you’re as good as everyone says you are,” Mona whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.
The two women climbed onto the bed, the springs groaning under their combined weight. Mona straddled Rebecca, her own breasts bouncing with excitement. The blonde’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of skin, her touch leaving a trail of fire wherever it went. Mona’s breath hitched as Rebecca’s thumbs brushed over her nipples, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Mona leaned in, capturing Rebecca’s mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Their tongues danced together, tasting whiskey and victory. She could feel the woman’s heart pounding in time with her own, their bodies in sync with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The crowd around them faded away, their cheers and jeers a distant echo as they became lost in each other.
Mona broke the kiss, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Ready for the main event?” she murmured, her voice a seductive promise. Rebecca nodded, her eyes glazed with need. Mona took the wooden dildo, the size of it making even the seasoned saloon girl’s eyes widen. The oil gleamed in the lamplight as she coated the toy, her hands sure and confident despite the size.
The gang watched, their own passions rising as the two women began to play out their intimate dance for their amusement. Mona took her time, teasing Rebecca’s body, making her squirm and beg before finally sliding the dildo inside her. The blonde gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, and the gang’s cheers grew louder. Mona began to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then gradually picking up speed.
Her mouth found its way to Rebecca’s breasts, her teeth grazing the sensitive nipples before she took one into her mouth, sucking and biting gently. The saloon girl’s moans grew louder, mingling with the rowdy sounds of the Dust Marauders. Mona’s hand moved in tandem with the dildo, her thumb working its way down to rub circles around Rebecca’s clit. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and it wasn’t long before Rebecca’s hips began to buck, her body begging for release.
Mona’s own arousal grew as she watched the woman beneath her, her eyes hooded with lust. She felt the power of the moment, the control she wielded over this beautiful creature, and it was intoxicating. Her hand moved faster, the dildo disappearing inside Rebecca with a wet, slapping sound. The blonde’s moans grew more desperate, her hands fisting the sheets as she approached climax.
The room was a cacophony of noise, the sounds of passion intermingling with the jeers and cheers of the onlookers. Yet, in that moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world, locked in a battle of desire and dominance. Mona’s own body responded to the scene, her clit throbbing in time with her movements.
The tension grew to a fever pitch, and then, with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundation of the hotel, Rebecca came. Her body arched off the bed, her muscles tightening around the dildo as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. The sight was enough to push Mona over the edge, her own orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, leaving her trembling and breathless.
As she pulled out the dildo, Mona couldn’t help but notice the white fluid that emerged from Rebecca’s pussy. It was a testament to the intensity of the woman’s climax, a sight that would have made any man’s knees buckle. But Mona was not a man; she was a woman of action, a creature of desire, and she had no time for decorum. Without a moment’s hesitation, she bent her head and fastidiously began to lick up every last drop, not leaving a trace behind.
The gang watched, their faces a mix of awe and arousal. Some had their cocks out, stroking themselves to the rhythm of Mona’s ministrations, while others were too stunned to move, their jaws slack. Fred, ever the opportunist, took this as his cue to join in the fun. He stepped forward, his own pants around his ankles, and offered his swollen member to Rebecca.
Her eyes still glazed with pleasure, she took it without a word, her lips wrapping around his shaft as if it were the sweetest treat she’d ever tasted. Mona looked up, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan club,” she teased, her voice low and husky.
Fred chuckled, his eyes never leaving Mona as she leaned back, her breasts swaying with the movement. “I’ve always had an eye for talent,” he said, his voice strained as Rebecca began to suck.
With a wink, Mona turned to the bed, where Fred had laid back, his cock standing proud and ready. Rebecca straddled him, her ass in the air, and began to lower herself onto him. The sight was obscene, a raw and primal act that sent a jolt of excitement through the room. Mona watched as the blonde’s cheeks parted, the head of Fred’s cock disappearing between them. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was quickly doused by the excitement of the moment.
Taking the large wooden dildo, Mona coated it with oil, the slick sound echoing through the suite. The crowd grew quiet, their eyes glued to her every move. She approached the bed, the toy in one hand, the bottle of oil in the other. “You’re not getting off that easy,” she murmured to Rebecca, her voice thick with desire. “We’ve got a little something extra planned for you tonight.”
Rebecca looked back at her, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. She knew the reputation of the Dust Marauders, knew that they didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else. But she also knew that she had signed up for this, had chosen this life of danger and pleasure. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Do your worst, darlin’.”
Mona’s smile grew predatory as she positioned the dildo at Rebecca’s tight entrance. The saloon girl tensed, her body bracing for the invasion. With a swift, firm movement, Mona pushed the dildo in, the sound of it filling the room. Rebecca’s scream was one of pain and pleasure, her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. The crowd watched, rapt, as Mona began to thrust, the sound of wood meeting flesh a symphony of debauchery.
Fred’s eyes never left Rebecca’s face, his own pain seemingly forgotten in the face of the intense pleasure she was receiving. “More,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Make her feel it all.”
Mona, ever the compliant partner, took the hint and pushed the dildo deeper, her own hand moving faster, the slap of wood against flesh becoming a rhythmic crescendo. Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock, and she let out a guttural moan as the toy filled her completely. Her pussy clamped down around it, the sensation bordering on unbearable. But she knew better than to protest; she had signed up for this, after all.
Fred felt the change in tension around his cock, the tightening of Rebecca’s pussy like a vice grip, and he groaned in response. “Yes,” he hissed, his eyes never leaving Mona’s. “Make her scream.”
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