Chapter 14

“Logan, may I join you?” Melinda asked as she walked into the dining room wearing a flimsy robe, held closed with what looked like a long red ribbon.

“Melinda, it’s your place. If anyone is going to ask I should be asking you.”

“Logan, I’d love for you to ask me.”

“I know, Melinda. I know.”

“Are you still hungry?”

“Yes, dragging that sonofabitch across the street and into the jail made me more hungry than I was. I’m sorry to have to leave you cold like that.”

“Is he OK?”

“Well other than having a concussion and being covered in shit, Doc says he’s fine.”

“You got Doc?”

“Yeah, I hit the guy pretty hard. I still don’t know his name, other than it isn’t Bolt,” I chuckled when I said that.

“Do you know what outfit he’s with?”

“Nope. He and his friends, one of them his brother, tried to rope Whistle at the trough in front of the jail. The pinto didn’t care for that and stomped the guys brother. He ended up with a broken arm, broken jaw, and some cracked ribs. He’s lucky to be alive. The others were gonna shoot Whistle for being wild and dangerous. I put a stop to that. I don’t now how much of that you saw from inside the jail.”

“I only heard what was going on. Wait just a bit,” Melinda asked as she turned towards the door and waved at one of the sportin’ girls. The woman came over and smiled at me.

“Suzy, would you please tell the kitchen that we’d like to try our dinner again.”

“Yes, Melinda,” she said as she smiled at me and touched herself between her legs.

“Suzy! He’s mine!” Melinda chided the woman like a puma warning away another.

Suzy ran out of the dining room and Melinda looked at me and smiled.

“Yours huh?” I asked.

“Logan, I may not be yours but you are definitely mine. I will have no other man inside me anymore. I’m yours and just waiting for you to figure it out and come for me.”

I smiled and said, “I’m happy that you feel that I’m so special. I hope at some point I can feel worthy.”

An old man came into the dining room with a big tray. He set the tray on the table next to ours and placed the plates on it in front of each of us. The smell was wonderful and when the plates and utensils had been set, the old man picked up the tray and left the room.

“You first,” I said to Melinda.

She opened the front of her gown, showing her large breasts. She lifted each one, one at a time, and set them on the table on each side of the dinner plate. I looked at the display and then up at the smile on her face. She picked up her fork with her right hand and pierced a piece of potato and placed it in her mouth. With the left hand she drew lazy patterns on top of her left breast. As she did that her areola reacted by puckering and extending the nipple out.

While this was going on I tried to pick up a piece of the tender beef and eat it but I missed my mouth and smeared it along my cheek. Melinda chuckled and continued her teasing. She moved her left fingers to her left nipple and she drew circles around it and flicked it as she ate.

“Melinda how would you like it if while you were trying to eat I whipped out my cock and played with it?”

“I think if you did that, I’d substitute eating roast beef for eating your man sausage. And I know how much you like me to do that.”

I moved around in my seat as my cock reacted to Melinda’s teasing. It was trying to bend in directions that might have been possible were it soft or if I wasn’t wearing pants, but it wasn’t soft and I did have on a pair of jeans. Add to that, it was getting harder my the second.

Melinda smiled when she noticed my discomfort. “Logan, why don’t you just let your cock out. It will be much more comfortable for you and then we can enjoy a nice dinner. I’ve left word that we are not to be bothered. We could eat naked and no one would bother us.”

“I don’t know. I can see myself sitting here with my cock out when someone needs the Sheriff.”

“Logan, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I need the Sheriff,” Melinda said softly as she tightly squeezed her left breast.

Not being able to be comfortable with the pain in my pants, I put down my fork, and undid the buttons on my jeans. I fished out my cramped and bent cock freeing it to stand straight up. I looked at Melinda and she smiled while she continued to tease me with her breasts. I returned to my meal because I really did need to eat. I was starving.

We ate and talked about the town and the people who lived there. She had opinions on all of them. There were several trail herds that came through many times a year and they had the same cowhands. She knew many of those cowboys by name and each had a particular type of woman they preferred.

“But like I said, none of them are ever going to get me again. You are the only man I will ever have. Doesn’t matter if we get married or not. You, Logan O’Dell are my man.”

Melinda didn’t sound at all sad about not having any of those men again. She told me about how she found out that her pussy was larger than most women and how most all men couldn’t be felt inside her. When her sister, who suffered the same problem found Mister, it gave her hope that someday, someone would come along who would be able to meet her needs.

I explained how Missus had grabbed the cock of every new hand that came to the ranch and that when she grabbed my cock she seemed way happier than seemed right. Of course now I understood why. Melinda talked about the business of the sportin’ house and how she was as rich as the Tuckers.

I asked her how she got over the feeling that just fucking various men was seen as dirty by other people. Melinda looked me in the eyes and said, “I learned that what other people thought was shit. Now if their opinion has to do with the actual business, then I give it a listen. But if their whole opinion is that me and my girls are sinners and filthy whores, I don’t listen anymore.”

“And that’s why I’m not sure about living here. How many people here in town will look down on me or fail to obey the law because it comes from a man who lives with a whore ... no insult intended.”

“None taken and I understand.”

I don’t know why I said it but I did say it.

“Melinda, could you run your business if you didn’t live here in the building?”

She looked at me and asked, “Logan, are you asking what I think?”

“I don’t know what I’m asking, Melinda. I was just thinking if you lived out at the Square T could you run the business from there?”

“I could leave someone in charge here during the days and only be here in the evenings and at night. Let me ask you this, if your Sheriff duties are going to be mostly in the evenings and at night could you be somewhere else in the days?”

“I’m not too sure what the job requires right now. But if the job requires me to be here when the cowboys are drinking then I could have my days free to do other things.”