Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 16
Western Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Logan O'Dell was cut loose at a young age in the late 1880's. This is a portion of his story
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Western Cream Pie First Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
Papers in hand we walked out of the bank and towards Melinda’s place. I needed some breakfast and a drink and to ask Melinda a question or three. I pushed the tall bat-wing doors out of the way and let Melinda go in first. She led us to the dining room and pointed me to a chair with my back to the wall.
Taking my place to the side of the chair, I said to Melinda, “Remember? Ladies first.”
“I was going to seat you and then get someone to take our breakfast order.”
“Wouldn’t someone have seen you come in and come in here? I think if you take a seat someone will come and take care of us?”
“I guess I’m used to being that person.”
Melinda took a seat across from me and I took mine in proper order. I scooted around to get comfortable and looked at Melinda. Her beautiful face was unadorned with make-up. Her rich, slightly wavy, black, hair only brushed out was cascading down onto her shoulders. Her eyes were a sorta green and brown mix. Her lips were a little red even though she wore no make-up. I was half expecting her to lift her large breasts up and rest them on the table like she had done before, but she didn’t.
“Bodyguard?” I queried.
“Damn right! It’s my favorite ... No correct that, it’s the only body I’m interested in, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow anything to happen to it or the man inside it.”
“That’s a different way to say it.”
“Why? You know that I love your cock, and you should know that I love you, Mr. Logan O’Dell. And you should also know by now that I’ve separated you and your cock.”
“Separated?”
“Yes. I’ve found that way I get to love you twice as much. Once for yourself and once for your cock.”
“Interesting. When is someone taking our order?”
“They probably think that since you’re here that I don’t want to be bothered. Let me get one of the girls.”
Melinda stood and left the dining room. She returned a few minutes later with a young woman. She had two menus, a pad of paper, and a pencil.
“I was right, Elsie was thinking I didn’t want to be bothered or interrupted.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Elsie said sounding more scared than sorry.
“It’s OK, Elsie,” I said. “I’m so hungry that if you had waited a few more minutes I would have started trying to nurse on Melinda’s teats.”
“You would?” Melinda asked before exclaiming loudly, “ELSIE! GET OUT!”
“Yes Ma’am!” Elsie said in a panic and turned for the door.
“Elsie! Stop!” Melinda ordered. “I was joking. Relax, my dear.”
“I was joking too, Elsie,” I explained.
“Oh. OK. I’m sorry. I’m new and still trying to do what’s right. Everyone but that Darlene girl has been nice. So, I didn’t want to get Melinda mad at me.”
“Darlene?” I said. “She’s not a nice person?”
Melinda looked at Elsie with her eye brows raised and Elsie got the signal.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t speak ill of others. Let me take your order and get it to the cook.”
I looked at Melinda and understood.
“Elsie, ladies first,” I said looking at Melinda.
“No my dear, you’re our guest.”
“Sir, what would you like?” she asked almost pleading so she wouldn’t get in trouble with the boss.
“Elsie, I haven’t had anything to eat yet today so I would like some fried eggs and a ham steak. If you have any potatoes, I’d like some of them too.”
“Yes, sir. Melinda, what would you like?”
“I’d like some scrambled eggs, bacon, and some potatoes as well. Tell the cook they’re for me and he’ll know how to make them.”
“Yes ma’am. Would you or Mr. O’Dell like some coffee or tea?”
“I’d like some tea, please,” Melinda replied before looking at me. “Logan, what about you?”
“Coffee for me. Black, please.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get this turned right in. Thank you.”
Elsie turned and was out of the dining room in a flash. I followed her nice bottom as it swished out the door.
“She’s cute and she’s sweet. A lot of the cowboys like her. The old men like her as well as the young boys.”
“But not Darlene?”
“No. Darlene is becoming a problem. She sees you and just losses her mind. She is full of hate and regret because of what she did to you and her life. I’ve seen her watch you when you walk in or ride past. She’s just dying to be able to make it up to you.”
“I don’t see that ever happening. In my mind, she wanted to fuck a lot of cocks and now she gets to. What’s the old saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I think it is.”
“Yea, that’s it. I feel sorry for her. She’s made choices that are causing her to be very unhappy. Some of the cowboys don’t want anything to do with her. If not for some things she does she might not have any men at all.”
I heard that and couldn’t imagine what she could be doing. I looked at Melinda, quizzically and was about to ask when she guessed what I was thinking.
“Logan, she lets some of the cowboys put their cocks in her ass. Some of the cowboys that haven’t been with a woman in a long time have been fucking other cowboys or even calves. They just aren’t very picky. I try to keep them away from the more popular girls.”
“And Darlene is not one of the more popular girls,” I said as a fact not a question. “Maybe I do need to sit down and talk to her. If I can get her to stop hating herself maybe she’ll have a better life.”
“But you hate her.”
“I’m not so sure about that anymore.”
The door to the dining room swung open and Elsie came in, looking very worried.
“Excuse me. Mr. Logan, I’m sorry but the kitchen is out of ham steaks. It seems like we haven’t replaced the ham we’ve sold in the past few days.”
Melinda stood and quietly left the room.
“Oh boy,” Elsie said. “Someone is going to get yelled at.”
“Do they run out of things often?”
“Oh no sir. That wouldn’t do at all. Men come here to relax and have a nice time. Part of that is having a good meal. If we don’t have what we say is on our menu that won’t do at all.”
“Are the girls on the menu too? I asked jokingly.
“Of course.”
“Really? I was joking. There is a menu for the girls?”
“Yes sir. Men need to know what services they can get for the amount of money they have. They have to know if they can only afford a girl to use her hands or her mouth or her pussy.”
“Darlene lets men use her ass?”
“That’s what I’ve heard. But that costs a lot. Five dollars!”
“Five? Wow.”
Melinda came back in, looking a little flushed and a little out of breath.
“Elsie, is something wrong?”
“No ma’am.”
“Why are you still here?”
“Mr. O’Dell...”
“That’s Sheriff O’Dell.”
“Really? I’m sorry, Sheriff. Anyway, Melinda, he was asking questions and I was answering them.”
Melinda looked at me and asked, “Questions? About what?”
“Working for you!” I said quickly. “I was wondering if you were as evil and mean to your help as you are to me.”
“Evil and mean!? To you!? What?”
I smiled at Elsie and shooed her away, but she stopped.
“Mister ... I’m sorry, Sheriff O’Dell. What would you like instead of the ham steak? We have bacon and strips of beef steak, even some buffalo and elk.”
“I’ll just have the bacon, please.”
“Yes sir.”
“Thank you, Elsie.”
Elsie left quickly with Melinda seemingly fuming.
I asked, “Now then, is there something the Sheriff can do to steer you off the war path?”
“I’m not on the war path!” Melinda said a little too loud.
I just looked at her and raised my own eye brows, mocking her expression.
“I’m not on the war path,” she repeated slowly, firmly, and somewhat quieter.
I just kept looking at her for a few seconds before I asked, “Did you have to yell at someone in the kitchen?”
She looked at me and quietly said, “I didn’t yell.”
“I heard you,” I lied.
She flushed red and let out a gasp of surprise.
“Was I really that loud?”
“Made me think that maybe you would be a good bodyguard.”
“Oh Logan. I work hard to have a reputation that we have what our customers need. Whether it has to do with food, drink, or women. I really don’t like it when we have to tell someone we don’t have or do something.”
“Is that why men can fuck Darlene in her ass?”
Melinda shook her head and quietly explained, “She just started doing that. I wonder if she’s doing it to punish herself for what she did and who she thinks she’s become.”
The dining room door opened, and an old man came in with a serving tray. It had our breakfasts on it. He set it down on the table next to us and plate by plate set the meal before us.
“Thank you, Gus.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Gus picked up the tray and left the room. I looked over the large portions of food and picked up my fork.
“Ladies first.”
Melinda picked up her fork and scooped up some scrambled eggs. I cut into the fried egg on my plate. The bright yellow yolk ran out into the potatoes. I dug in like I had the day after I left my Kiowa hosts. It was all delicious. I ate and drank coffee and talked with Melinda about my plans for the day.
“So, when we’re done here, I plan to go and clean up any mess left in the jail. Then I’ll get Whistle and ride out to the Barnes place.”
“You mean the O’Dell place,” Melinda quickly corrected.
“Yeah, I guess that’s right. The O’Dell place. That sounds strange. The O’Dell place was my parents place. I’ll need to make some internal changes to my thinking.”
“How long do you think you’ll be cleaning the jail?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t look at the calls after my prisoners left. Plus, I still have to finish looking at the building. I didn’t even know that there wasn’t a privy in the back. So I’m gonna take a little time to look the place over. Let’s plan to head out after lunch.”
“OK.”
I finished my coffee and got up. Melinda stood with me and took me in her arms. We kissed. It was a different kiss than any we’d done before. It was soft and gentle. It didn’t send a message of passion or desire. It was something different.
“I’ll see you for lunch?” Melinda asked.
“I think so. Unless something comes up that needs the Sheriff’s attention.”
“I understand. I love you.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
We left the dining room and walked into a cowboy coming in with his arm around Darlene. She looked at me briefly and turned away. I decided right then and there that a long overdue heart to heart with Darlene was going to happen. I left the Sportin’ Club and began walking towards the jail. It was a pleasant surprise to have people greet me with a “Good day” or a “Hello” we passed each other.
I opened the jail door and did a quick look around before walking down the corridor past the two cells and to the door in the back of the building. The door was heavy wood. It would take considerable effort to open it if it was locked shut. There was a trench out there that was apparently used when the Sheriff or his prisoners needed to piss or shit. I could smell the thing from the jailhouse door. Yup, a hole and a privy were going to be needed.
I walked out to the trench and relieved myself. I had to hold my breath as I pissed. I was thinking of using prisoners to dig the hole but then it occurred to me that if I had no prisoners, I had no hole. I wondered if the orphanage had boys who were strong enough to dig a hole. I’d have to check that out.
Back inside the jail, I closed and latched the back door and then beat on it to test its firmness. I almost broke my hand and my foot. That door was going to last longer than me. I opened the cell doors and examined each room. I picked up some discarded bandages that were under the cots. I knocked down some cobwebs from the cell corner and moved the cots a little.
One of them revealed a black widow web which I dispatched. The other had some old human droppings under it. No doubt, the revenge of a past prisoner. They must have been there a long time because they were dried out and had no odor. I swept them out the back door. Before making up both cots. I took the blankets and shook them out. I saw nothing moving, so the blankets had no bed bugs or fleas or black widows.
I swept all throughout the entire jail and swept off the boardwalk receiving more welcomes from passersby. When I was done, it was still well before a time for lunch, so I went to work cleaning the rifles, shotguns, and pistols in the jails arsenal. When I was done it was past high noon. I put on my hat and made my way over to the saloon. It was quiet and someone was working on fixing the chandelier that had been shot out.
I waved to the bartender, and he smiled and returned the gesture. I walked out through the small bat-wing doors and turned towards the hotel and Melinda’s place. As I walked I looked around the town. Nothing seemed out of place or out of order, except for one little thing.
Well, it wasn’t a little thing, exactly.
It was Whistle. He’d walked out of the livery again and was strolling down the street as calm as can be. When he saw me his ears perked up and his stride went from a slow walk to a happy prance. I walked out into the street and held up a hand to stop him.
“Are you looking for me or Melinda?” I asked.
Whistle lifted and lowered his head several times and looked at the jail. Then he looked at the saloon. Seeing it was calm, he looked towards the hotel and Melinda’s place. He blew and let out a whinny before walking right past me and heading to Melinda’s place.
Stupid horse.
Melinda walked out of her place and saw Whistle coming. She ran back inside and returned in time to greet my stallion with a small apple. She presented it to the stupid horse and he took it happily. I walked across the street and Melinda waved. When I was close enough, she called out to me.
“Hey Logan, look what I found!”
“I know! He was strolling down the street, so I was going to take him back to the livery and saddle him up. Instead, he makes a beeline for your place. He doesn’t pay me any mind at all.”
“And look! He’s trying to show off in front of us.”
Whistles cock had extended out of the sheaf and was hanging loosely under him.
“Look he wants to compare!” Melinda said like a proud parent.
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
“You don’t want to hurt his feelings?” she said with that evil tone to her voice.
“Why do you try to do these things to me?”
“Because I love you and I can. Are you looking for lunch or something to eat?”
“I’ve been cleaning up the jail and I’m hungry and could use a hot cup of coffee. That is if you don’t mind.”
“I do, but I understand. We’ve got the ham back if you want some of that. We’ve still got a great side of buffalo and elk like we did at breakfast. Come on.”
Melinda led the way into her place and Whistle followed us. He stepped up onto the boardwalk and I spun around.
“Whistle! You can’t come in here. When I get done with lunch I’ll saddle you up and you, me, and Melinda will go to see your new home.”
That got his attention and he backed up and stood at the hitching rail.
“Melinda, I think he’s getting lonely. He hasn’t been with his mares for almost three days. I don’t think the guitar playing is making him feel to home. Maybe we’ll get lucky and there will be some wild horses on the Barnes place.”
“You mean your place, right?”
“Yeah. I wonder how long it’s going to take me to get used to that.”
We walked into the dining room, and I took my seat against the wall. My new friend Elsie came in with two cups and a pot of coffee. She put down the cups and then a doubled over towel and set the hot pot on the towel.
“Hi Sheriff. Do you want to pour your own cup or should I?”
“No Elsie, I’ve got this.”
“So, what would you like for lunch?”
“Melinda said you had elk, so I think I’d like some elk and beans.”
“Yes sir. Melinda what would you like?”
“I think the elk sounds good too. A couple of biscuits and honey butter too.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Elsie turned and left. I took note of how her bottom moved as she left the dining room and Melinda noticed.
“Are you interested in her?”
“Interested? You mean as in sex or as in she’s pretty and nice to look at?”
“Yes.”
I looked at her and wondered what sort of answer that was.
“Melinda, I’m not interested in having sex with Elsie. I’m very interested in looking at pretty girls. Does that answer your questions?”
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