Chapter 2

Sam loved the spicy taste of an anus. She loved the sweet sight of a pink ring clenched tightly, forming a puckered mouth. Sam loved the feel of a tight little hole fighting against her finger as she pushed in.

Clara did give a little yelp as Sam pressed a spittle wet finger against her tightly clenched hole. Sam fought against the tightly clenched hole and gained purchase.

“Ooh!” Clara grunted as Sam’s finger pushed into her hole.

Sam then dipped her head lower and lapped up and down Clara’s slick pussy lips. She could taste the woman’s excitement as her tongue passed along the lips.

She used her other hand to pull Clara’s lips apart. Waggling her tongue from side to side, Sam lapped up as much of Clara’s essence as she could. Then she sought out Clara’s bud of pleasure.

“Ooh!” Clara cried out as Sam’s hot mouth encircled her bud.

Sam laughed and greedily lapped at Clara’s pussy. She continued to thrust her finger in and out of Clara’s nether hole.

“Ooh!” Clara cried out again as Sam wormed a second finger into her nether hole while her small teeth nipped at Clara’s bud.

Her legs felt weak as Sam caused her to crest in pleasure. Her hands on the bureau did keep her from toppling forward as the beautiful woman sucked and licked at her cleft.

“Come on, Honey, sit back down, huh?” Sam chuckled as Clara wobbled unsteadily.

Clara carefully sank back into the steaming water.

“My first lover was a red head,” Sam whispered, arms pulling Clara against her. “Ain’t no one loves like them red heads.”

“I’ve never…” Clara whispered again.

“And I’ll show you,” Sam promised.

She gently kissed Clara’s blushing cheek.

“We all need someone show us,” she whispered.

The cake of lye soap was then dunked into the water and Sam made quick work of lathering them both. She then sluiced the suds from their skin.

“Come on, Sweetie,” Sam said, grabbing the flannel sheet from the small table.

Clara docilely allowed the woman to pat her skin dry. She then climbed out of the tub and crawled into the straw stuffed bed.

Sam made quick work of toweling herself dry, then crawled into the bed. She pulled Clara close and kissed the whore on her full lips. Then she gently pulled on Clara’s chin with her thumb. Clara opened her mouth and Sam slid her tongue into Clara’s mouth.

The two kissed for several long moments. Sam’s small hands toyed with Clara’s heavy breasts as they kissed. Then Sam wiggled between Clara’s pudgy legs. She pressed her wet sex against Clara’s wet sex. Both women groaned lightly as delicious feelings rippled through them.

Then Sam wiggled down. She paused at Clara’s breasts and nuzzled each nipple for several long moments. Then she wiggled down again. Clara giggled as Sam nipped at her soft belly.

Then she groaned as Sam’s mouth cupped her cleft. Clara shivered and groaned as Sam’s tongue lapped at her heavy pussy lips. Then Sam’s thumbs were pulling her cleft open.

“Ooh!” Clara keened as her pleasure crested.

Then Sam wiggled forward again. She kissed and nipped and nibbled her way to Clara’s lips.

“Now you,” Sam quietly ordered.

Clara hesitated for a moment. Then, heavy blush on her pretty face, she bent and took one of Sam’s fat nipples into her mouth. The nipple had a rubbery texture. It tasted of the harsh lye soap they’d just used. The breast itself was firm, with just a little give as Clara used her hands to gently stroke them.

She switched to the other nipple and gave it a gentle suck. She traced the areolae with her tongue then trailed her tongue down to the undersides of Sam’s small breasts.

Sam let out a happy sigh and Clara smiled up at her. Sam’s belly was hard, firm. Sam did giggle when Clara lapped at her belly button.

Then Clara bent her head and smelled the other woman’s pussy. There was a musky aroma, smelling slightly of musk, of sweat, of harsh soap.

Clara gave the other woman’s lips a timid lick. The flavor was not unpleasant so she gave it another lick. Then she fully cupped Sam’s cleft with her mouth, licking up and down Sam’s wet pussy lips. The texture was rubbery, smooth, the taste was not unpleasant. Clara used her thumbs and pried Sam’s lips apart. Blindly, she licked and sucked, searching for Sam’s clitoris.

“Ooh, yes,” Sam hissed when Clara did locate her bud of pleasure.

Clara slapped the bud a few times with her plump tongue. Then she sucked the bud into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Aieegh, damn!” Sam keened and stiffened in pleasure.

Clara licked Sam’s pussy as the woman’s cleft oozed her essences.

“Put some fingers in there,” Sam urged.

Clara drove two fingers in, stroking along the walls of Sam’s pussy. Then she began to swat Sam’s clitoris with her tongue again. She added a third finger and Sam shuddered in pleasure.

“Give me another one,” Sam ordered.

Clara curved her fingers and drove four fingers in and out of Sam’s pussy as she also licked and sucked Sam’s bud.

Balling up her fist, Clara drove her whole fist into Sam’s pussy while also licking and sucking at Sam’s clitoris.

“Aieegh, aw damn, damn, damn!” Sam grunted and shuddered, eyes squeezed tightly against the intense orgasm.

After a few moments, Sam weakly tugged at Clara’s wrist. Clara gently twisted and pulled, working her fist out of the other woman’s pussy.

She wiggled forward alongside Sam and the two women kissed again.

Outside of the door, they both heard the floorboards creak.

Earl Travers, Deputy Earl Travers winced. But a man of his immense bulk was bound to make a few floorboards creak. He stood outside of Room Three, Frank’s master key in hand.

Again, a floorboard creaked as he squatted down to peer into the room. But something was blocking the keyhole. Hunkering down even more, he attempted to peer underneath the door. But again, something was blocking Earl’s view.

“Ain’t nothing be done about it,” Earl muttered and got to his feet again.

He gingerly, quietly inserted the master key into the keyhole. With a careful twist, he unlocked the door.

Surprise was what he was aiming for. After quietly determining that the door was unlocked, Earl attempted to fling the door open and rush in on Sam McCleary and Ugly Clara, what most of them called the unattractive red headed whore.

Inside the room, Sam stood in the corner to the right of the door. Clara cowered down in the other corner, trying to hide behind the bureau. Sam had her shotgun out of the trunk, loaded and ready.

The door did open, not as quickly as Earl had anticipated. But with his full weight against the door, it did open.

The trunk prevented the door from opening fully; the trunk slammed into the wall, holding the door at three-quarters open.

Earl barged into the room and stared at the empty bed.

Sam kicked the door shut with a loud ‘bang’ and then pumped a shell into her shotgun.

“Hands on head, knees on floor, fat boy,” Sam ordered from behind Earl.

Earl knew he had very little chance of winning this contest.

“I’m Deputy Travers,” he barked, not turning.

Hands on head, knees on floor; I’m not going say it again,” Sam ordered, voice harsh.

Earl slowly got down on his knees.

“Clara, go take them guns,” Sam ordered, placing the muzzle of the gun against Earl’s head.

Clara came around and pulled the two six shooters from Earl’s holsters.

“Know I’m the law, Clara,” Earl threatened.

“Uh huh, and that ain’t saying much, now is it?” Clara sneered at the man.

When Earl was unarmed, Sam roughly reached up, jerked Earl’s hands behind him and handcuffed him. She then slammed the butt of her shotgun into the back of Earl’s head. With a grunt, Earl went down. Sam pulled Earl’s boots off and nodded in grim satisfaction when a third gun fell to the floor. Sam then used Earl’s own handcuffs and cuffed his ankles to his wrists, hog-tying him.

Her final act was to stuff a scrap of cloth into his mouth, then bind that scrap with some rawhide.

Sam again shoved the trunk against the door, hung her hat over the knob, then pulled Clara back into the bed.

“You was scared?” Sam softly teased Clara.

“You wasn’t?” Clara asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Sam admitted.

She then kissed Clara’s pretty lips softly. Their kiss grew in intensity. Sam slid her tongue into Clara’s mouth as her hands cupped Clara’s heavy breasts. Her thumbs teased Clara’s nipples until they were hard points. Then Sam released Clara’s mouth and suckled on one, then the other nipple.

When Clara was gasping and cooing, Sam wiggled around. Her blonde slit dangled inches above Clara’s head. Sam then pressed her mouth to Clara’s wet pussy and began tonguing Clara’s lips, searching, probing for the opening to Clara’s sex.

Clara took the open invitation and began to tongue Sam’s blonde pussy. Sam lowered her sex until it pressed firmly against Clara’s mouth. The two women sucked and licked each other until Sam, then Clara grunted in orgasm.

Then Sam again began to tongue and lick Clara’s pussy while jamming two fingers deep into Clara’s pussy. Clara also began to finger Sam’s wet pussy. The two again reached their orgasms, grunting and gasping.

Then Sam wiggled around again, pressed her small breasts firmly against Clara’s large breasts and kissed the still gasping woman. With a final kiss, Sam slithered off of the whore, pulled the wool blanket over them both, and fell asleep.

Normally, when her customer fell asleep, Clara would stealthily get out of the bed, rifle through his pockets, and stow any of his valuables underneath the bureau’s raised bottom. Later, after the man had left, she’d return to the room and pocket his forgotten coins, watch, rings.

She would also take two or three bullets out of his pistol and make sure the hammer was on an empty chamber. Wouldn’t do to have a man discover his whore had robbed him and decide to exact a little retribution on that whore.