Gold Fever

"Oh, no—don't stop! Please don't stop!” Barbara gasped out. Barbara pressed Kitty's hand to stay over her swollen sex, feeling her own wetness graze her fingers. Kitty's fingers had to be dripping with her wetness, she was aching with need. Pressure wrapped itself around her stomach. She pulled back her knees, spread wide for James as he hovered over her, his throbbing cock inches away from her pussy. She knew what she was asking when she threw back her head and said, “I need more."

He probed the top of her moist entrance, just teasing her with his cock. “Is this what you want?” James laughed. “I think we have a good little slut here, Kitty. With the right training she will be one of the best in the house."

Kitty took her fingers away from Barbara's clit, leaving room for James to enter Barbara. As he did, she let out a moan, taking all of him into her. Being sandwiched between Kitty and James was an erotic thrill she had never experienced before. It was overwhelming to her senses.

Barbara clenched her muscles tightly around James, taking him deep into her, and he let out a groan as he felt her muscles work him. “Shit, woman. Who taught you that?"

"What do you mean?” Barbara smiled slyly, then once again she flexed her internal muscles, slightly milking him. She could feel him stiffen inside of her, hardening in desire.

"That. Do it again.” James held onto her hips and pushed his way deep inside of her, responding in a steady movement. He thrust into her with an urgent need, so that she answered in kind with the bucking of her hips. “Christ, woman. You are killing me."

Barbara clenched her muscles tightly, flexing against him. She bucked under him, taking him thrust for thrust as he took her. Her hands went unconsciously to his back, leaving light scratches along his backside, clawing at him, desperate to feel him deeper inside of her. It was raw animal power.

She came under him, her body stiffened as she held him to her, growling out his name. Her breathing was fast, but not nearly as fast as her heart. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she whimpered against his rock hard chest. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she crested her orgasm. Each whimper she let out only seemed to fuel his ardor, and he responded by taking her to a higher level of need, until finally with one final thrust he sank into her as deep as he could go. He spasmed inside of her, releasing his seed. His cock continued to pulse inside of her with the memory of their lovemaking, a final testament to the beauty they shared.

Barbara had to ask herself, How does one go from being a virgin to working in a brothel in just four short weeks? It all started with falling in love with Vincent. She wouldn't regret that. Just as she would not regret this.

What she shared today with Kitty and James was beautiful.

Even if it wasn't love.

As if sensing her mood had turned serious, James dropped a kiss on Barbara's forehead. Then another on Kitty. “Ready to go again? We have the whole afternoon."

"But you aren't ready yet, are you?” She felt his cock begin to slightly harden between her legs, and a familiar pressure built in her stomach. “Oh my..."

Kitty pinched Barbara's nipple a little harder than was necessary. “When he's done with you, I want to be able to lick you clean."

Barbara blushed, imagining Kitty's head between her thighs and her pink wet tongue cleaning her pussy. It nearly made her come on the spot, when she felt Kitty's fingers massage her pussy again. “Oh my."

She was getting paid for this? I think I have found my calling, she thought happily. She never dreamed she would be working in a brothel, but this was actually fun.

"You will have to wait your turn, Kitty.” It was the last word James spoke before his head disappeared between her thighs. He lifted her hips into his face as he began to kiss her, and then lick her sweet sex. She lost all control when he began to suck and work the small nub of her sex between his teeth. She cried out in a cross between pleasure and ecstasy so intense that it was painful. Nearly coming under his practiced kisses and that magical tongue in that moment.

"Ah-ah-ah,” he said chastising her, raising himself up over her body. He kissed her, allowing the taste to linger on her lips, and she licked her lips, savoring the way her own juices tasted there. He thrust inside of her smoothly entering her already moistened flesh. She groaned out under him, arching into Kitty's body. He chuckled at her wantonness, “Don't come yet. Not until I say you can."

"I need to finish,” Barbara demanded petulantly.

He pounded into Barbara's pussy, his balls slapping against Kitty's swollen flesh. He slid one hand under Barbara and massaged Kitty's nest of pleasure, looking for that tiny bit of flesh that could spark her desire. He was rewarded with Kitty's soft moans under Barbara. He liked being in power and control. “And you will. When I say you can."

Barbara thrust her hips against his in fevered movements, struggling for release under him wantonly. “Please, just give it to me."

Her sweet begging left him hard and his own thrusts became needier, more demanding. Their sweat-drenched bodies slid on top of each other, writhing in an erotic dance that refused to stop until the fire was quenched. Each frenzied movement built that flame higher with greedy sounds of desire, until all three were pushed over the edge of ecstasy, spinning out into chaos, their bodies weak with spent energy. Waves of pleasure washed over them.

Tonight was going to be a night to remember.

* * * *

Annie looked very pleased after she spoke with James. She accepted a handful of bills and shook his hand. The smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. Barbara was still feeling the tingling effects of her orgasm, and was slightly weak-kneed. She leaned against the bar with a flirtatious smile at James, before he left the saloon.

Annie crossed the room and grabbed Barbara's free arm, whispering excitedly in her ear. “Whatever you did, you did it right. James wants to see you exclusively here. Would you be interested in a private arrangement?” When Barbara didn't respond, Annie carried on as if she had given her consent. “It would be in your best interest. Most girls would kill for this type of arrangement. He is going to pay you enough to be his only customer."

He liked her that much? Barbara felt butterflies rise up in her stomach. “Is that good?"

"Yes. It's good! Do I have to beat you to make you understand? It means he wants to see you exclusively. I saw this happen twice before, and both times the gent asked the woman to marry them shortly afterward. That is what you want, isn't it?"

"Of course.” Barbara replied, but in her heart she wasn't sure if she meant it. It felt too empty inside her chest to be happiness.

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Chapter Fourteen

Vincent never thought that she would leave him after all the nights they spent together, but she did, and she took the nugget with her. Damn woman. That shows you should never trust a woman, he thought angrily. The entire town was already talking of their gold strike. So finding her wasn't as big a problem as he believed. Everyone knew where Miss Lane was staying. She was at the hotel above Annie's Saloon and house of sin.

He found her with a gentleman who had her draped across his lap like a common harlot. “Didn't think I would find you this fast, did you?” The shock on her face made that evident.

"It's not exactly fast. It's been two weeks, Vincent."

Vincent snarled, not liking the rosy glow he saw on her face. Or the way she talked to him as if she never expected him to come after her. “I have been looking for you. Where were you? Why did you leave?"

"I had to leave, Vincent.” The man holding her suddenly reached out as if to comfort her. “I have been here the whole time."

"Who's this?” He pointed to the dandy under her.

"My customer, and now my fiancé, James Wesson, who owns a ranch up north. He just proposed to me today. James, this is my business partner, Vincent Waverly,” she said with the most gracious smile she could manage.

"Barbara, if you please, may I speak with you in private?"

"Of course. We do

have business to discuss."

* * * *

"Your fiancé?” He shot her a penetrating look as she rose. “I knew I should have ruined you when I had the chance."

"You did ruin me. He knows I am not a virgin.” Her face burned as she remembered how many opportunities he had to ruin her for all future men. But he had not, until she gave him her virginity. She had willingly given up everything to him, her body and her soul. She also handed over her heart, when she fell in love with him, but just thinking about it made her want to cry again. It wouldn't do to cause a scene.

Not here.

Not now.

His smile was courteous as he left James, but she could feel the coolness of his eyes as he followed her down the hallways and into her bedroom. She shut the door behind them, guaranteeing their privacy.

"Did he fuck you already then?” His words were biting and clearly meant to hurt her.

How could he be so blunt? He might as well know everything. He didn't care about her, just that she was another piece of ass that belonged to him, and it infuriated him that she didn't belong to him anymore. “As a matter of fact, he was a client of mine."

His face grew red with suppressed rage. He tried another tack. “All he wants is your gold, Barbara."

"How do you know?” she asked, keeping her voice calm.

"He doesn't know you like I do."

"He wants me. More than you do. He asked me to marry me—which is more than you ever did."

* * * *

That remark made him wince. It was the truth as she knew it. He had said that he didn't want to marry her, but that was in the beginning. Not after he had grown used to having her in his bed, and the softness of her touch. The way she laughed, was music in his ears, and damn it but if she didn't come back...

His thoughts were interrupted as she threw a small blue velvet pouch at him. He caught it midair and opened it. “I had this divided up just to be fair. There's your half."

"Thanks.” He wasn't quite sure what to say. This was the reason he used to convince himself to come, but now that he was here in front of her, he wanted more than the gold. He wanted her. Ever since she had first showed up at the cabin, he felt a fever awaken in his blood, a hungry desire for this golden haired beauty and he wasn't going anywhere without her.

He put the sack aside and made his way to her, pulling her to his chest, embracing her in a long denied kiss. He wanted to kiss her since first seeing her again.

She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away. “I can't."