Ben Owen
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 31
Western Sex Story: Chapter 31 - Ben Owen, a quiet drifter with a haunted past, finds himself entangled in a frontier town divided by greed, vengeance, and lawlessness. When a ruthless land baron threatens everything he values, Ben must choose between walking away or taking a stand. In a world where justice is scarce and loyalty comes at a price, his fight for redemption may cost him everything.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Western Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Anal Sex Violence AI Generated
As dawn broke, the cabin was filled with the aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon. Goldie, her hair tied back in a loose bun, hummed a cheerful tune as she worked over the stove, her skilled hands moving with the grace of a dancer as she flipped pancakes and stirred the pot of gravy. The kitchen was her domain, a place where she could lose herself in the rhythmic dance of cooking, a brief escape from the harsh realities of Lawless Ridge.
Beulah, her skin glowing from the morning light, tended to the horses in the stable. She moved with an easy confidence that belied her fierce nature, her muscles rippling as she forked hay into the stalls. Each animal greeted her with a nuzzle, recognizing the gentle touch that had cared for them through the years. It was a simple task, but one that brought her peace in the quiet of the early morning.
Lois, her bow slung over her shoulder, made her way to the corral, where the cattle were already stirring with the promise of a new day. She approached them with a soft whistle, and they responded with a low moo, sensing the comfort of her presence. Her hands were sure and steady as she milked the cows, filling the pails with the sweet, frothy liquid that would soon become butter and cheese. The chickens clucked around her feet, eager for their share of the grain she scattered.
In the kitchen, Ben stirred awake to the comforting sounds of the ranch coming to life. He rolled over, the stiffness in his muscles from the night’s exertion reminding him of the passion that had consumed them. His eyes found Goldie, her back to him as she hummed while cooking. He propped himself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of her lush curves outlined by the morning light that streamed through the window.
With a gentle smile, he padded over to her, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Goldie gasped in surprise, her body stiffening for a moment before melting into his embrace. She turned in his arms, her eyes sparkling with love and mischief as she met his gaze.
“Mornin’, Sheriff,” she purred, leaning up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.
“Mornin’, Mrs. Owen,” Ben replied with a chuckle, feeling more alive than he had in years. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair, a blend of sweat, earth, and the lingering sweetness of their lovemaking. “How ‘bout our cattles?”
Goldie leaned into his embrace, her ample breasts pressing against his bare chest. “Beulah and Lois are on it,” she assured him, her voice filled with the confidence that had grown in her over the weeks. “They’re out there now, makin’ sure everything’s shipshape. But I figured you’d wanna check their work, make sure they ain’t missin’ nothin’.”
With a playful wink, she turned back to the stove, her hips swaying as she stirred the gravy. Ben couldn’t help but watch the way her ass moved, his cock twitching with interest despite the early hour. He knew that Goldie was baiting him, inviting him to join in their morning routine, to assert his place as the head of their little family.
Pulling on his pants, Ben stepped into his boots and made his way to the corral. The cool morning air hit his bare chest, the chill a stark contrast to the warmth of the kitchen. He saw Lois, her brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail, her lithe body bent over a cow as she worked. Her shirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her lower back, a canvas of freckles and muscles.
“Morning, Lois,” he steped closer, his voice carrying over the sounds of the stirring cattle. She looked up, a question in her eyes. “You got any trouble out here?”
Lois straightened, wiping her hands on her apron. “Nothin’ but the usual,” she said with a smile, her cheeks flushed from the cold and exertion. “Cows just woke up hungry.”
Ben nodded, his eyes lingering on the gentle curve of her back before snapping back to the task at hand. “Good,” he said, his voice gruff. “Keep at it. I’ll grab the hay.”
Lois watched him go, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew the look in his eyes, knew the hunger that lay beneath the surface. But now was not the time for that. Now was the time for work, for building the life they all dreamed of in this lawless town.
Out in the corral, Ben’s thoughts were anything but pure. He couldn’t shake the image of Goldie’s bare ass in the moonlight, her pussy tight around his cock as she watched the others. And the way Beulah and Lois had looked at each other, the raw desire that had sparked between them. It was like watching a flint strike a stone, igniting a fire that could not be contained.
The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard. The air was crisp, hinting at the coming autumn. Ben took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of pine and earth. It was a new day, a day filled with the promise of a future he’d never dared to dream of.
Walking into the stable, Ben found Beulah already hard at work, her strong arms tossing hay into the stalls. She moved with the grace of a doe, each step calculated and precise. The horses nickered at her approach, their velvet muzzles reaching out for the sweet-smelling feed. Her skin was flushed from the exertion, her damp hair clinging to her neck in dark strands. She looked up at the sound of his boots on the packed dirt floor, a smile playing on her lips.
“Morning, Ben,” she greeted, her voice a warm caress that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re up early.”
“I do,” he admitted, his eyes scanning the stable. “Everything okay here?”
Beulah nodded, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “Just feedin’ the horses,” she said, her voice low and sultry. The way she looked at him, the heat in her gaze, told him she was thinking of more than just the animals. Ben felt his cock stir, the memory of the night before still fresh in his mind.
He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her bare arm. “You’re doin’ a good job,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet of the stable. “But I think there’s somethin’ else you’re good at.”
Her eyes met his, the flirty challenge in them unmistakable. “Oh?” she purred, setting down the pitchfork. “And what might that be?”
With a smirk, Ben reached out and gave her ass a firm squeeze, the plump flesh giving way under his hand before bouncing back with surprising elasticity. “This,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve got the tightest, most responsive ass I’ve ever felt.”
Beulah’s smile grew wider, her eyes darkening with lust as she leaned into his touch. “And it’s always ready for you, Ben,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call that sent a jolt of desire through his body. “Day or night, I’m yours to claim.”
Without another word, Ben dropped to his knees, his hands running up the back of her thighs to cup the soft, plump flesh of her ass. He kissed her cheeks ass gently at first, his lips worshipping the curve of her body. He felt her tense, her breath catching in her throat as his kisses grew more insistent.
Beulah’s hand reached back to thread through his hair, her nails scraping gently across his scalp as she urged him closer. He didn’t need the encouragement. His tongue traced the crevice between her cheeks, finding the tight bud of her asshole. He licked and probed, his tongue delving deeper as she moaned and arched her back.
Suddenly, Goldie’s voice cut through the haze of their passion, calling out from the kitchen. “Breakfast’s ready, everyone! Get your asses in here before it gets cold!”
They came out of the stable, hugging each other tightly, the scent of horse and hay clinging to their clothes. Ben couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Beulah’s flushed cheeks and the smudges of dirt on her neck, evidence of their impromptu tryst. They made their way to the house, their steps in sync as they approached the table laden with food. The smell of crispy bacon and warm pancakes made their stomachs growl in unison.
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