Thinking about that was not good for his erection.
Cecile motioned with her hand to someone behind him as she lapped his flagging cock. “I am sure you will be more comfortable sitting.”
He’d be more comfortable fucking the hell out of her mouth before this moment dissolved into yet another disappointment, but when the sound of chair legs scraping the wooden floor occurred behind him, he sat.
As much as it galled his pride, he was that desperate.
Her glance let him know she knew what he was thinking.
“My name is Madame Cecile. I own this place.” She tugged her neckline down until it cupped her massive breasts in a tight embrace, pushing them together and up. “You’re going to enjoy this. I promise you.”
The nipples on her breasts were small and tight, whether from the cool air or excitement, he couldn’t tell. She massaged his cock with the tips. She put her fingers in her mouth and then spread the saliva over her cleavage. When her white flesh was wet and glistening, she took his cock, and slid it into the deep valley.
Her flesh was hot. Fragrant. And hugged him as tight as any pussy. By rights, the top of his head should be coming off. It wasn’t.
Cecile didn’t seem at all concerned. She shifted forward until she was braced on her forearms, her mouth hovering above his cock as it pressed into her breasts. She lapped along its length, cooing when it quivered and jerked beneath the caress. As she leaned forward to nip the base, her ample buttocks pushed out behind her.
In the mirrors set on the wall kitty corner to the bar, he had a good view of both of them. Her white flesh was a stark contrast to the tan of his buckskins, the ruffles on her dress blending with the fringe of his knee-high moccasins, her mouth red against the darkness of his shaft as it slid through the pillowy whiteness of her breasts. She cooed again when the tip jerked against her chin and wiggled her ass like a puppy happy with its treat. In the mirror, he watched the plump flesh jiggle invitingly. So did half the patrons of the bar. Damn. That ass begged to be spanked.
Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her back onto him, watching as her ass shimmied again. Cecile motioned to a brown-haired, beefy looking man standing to the side. Cougar judged him to be the bouncer or the local blacksmith from the abundance of muscle in his chest and arms. Immediately, new energy whipped though the saloon. Catcalls dropped to murmurs and the crowd thickened. The atmosphere took on a dark expectancy that had the hairs on the back of Cougar’s neck lifting.
Cougar leaned back as the man came up behind the woman. He didn’t like the look of the guy. Cecile’s hand blocked his as Cougar reached for his buckskins. The weight of her torso against his thighs kept him in his seat.
“It is all right, cheri. Do not worry over Aleric,” she said. “No harm to you. It is just that they know my pleasures and are jealous of what you will…” she waved her hand descriptively, “enjoy.”
On the last delicate flourish, her hand landed on his cock. She stroked it from base to tip, squeezing expertly in between. His cock warmed to her touch.
“See.” She glanced up, a knowing smile on her lips. “Not bad at all.”
He had to agree, as she lowered her hot mouth. It would be almost good if they weren’t attracting such a crowd. She flicked the underside of his penis with her tongue. Once, twice and the third time she followed it with strong suction.
Flames of lust trickled out from his groin, licking over his nerves, burning out his inhibitions. He reconsidered his earlier assessment as he placed his hands on her head. It didn’t matter where they were. Maybe it was even better this way. Impersonal. No emotion. No guilt. Just a professional plying her trade and his body’s automatic response.
He closed his eyes and narrowed his focus to Cecile’s talented lips and tongue. He flexed his fingers in her stiff hair. She taunted and teased, but it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t what he needed. She resisted his insistent tug on her head, encouraging her to take him deeper. She was back to flicking her tongue over the head, nibbling on the giving flesh. He needed more. The catcalls from the crowd and the hoots of excitement combined with the rip of material, popped his eyes open.
Cecile still knelt in front of him. Her skirt was now in a silken blue heap in the middle of her back. Behind her knelt the man she’d called Aleric. In the hand he waved above his head were the remnants of Cecile’s pantaloons. When he dropped them to the floor, the crowd hushed. Cougar watched in the mirror along the bar as the other man leaned forward and placed his tanned hands on Cecile’s white buttocks. With a smile at Cougar, he parted the large globes. From his vantage point in front of the mirror, Cougar could just make out a hint of darker skin within. Aleric stuck his tongue out and waggled it at the crowd. The cheers were deafening. Cougar had a feeling this scene had been acted out many times before.
Cecile’s harsh “Stop playing and do it now!” confirmed his suspicions.
Cougar’s breath sawed in his lungs as she reclaimed his cock, taking him to her throat before bobbing her head back up to the tip and repeating the procedure all over again. Where she had been slow and leisurely before, she was all business now. Her mouth almost harsh in its demand, denying him the ability to do anything but feel.
In front of him, Aleric leaned forward and pressed a kiss dead center of Cecile’s crack. He had to be aiming for her anus.
Cougar’s cock jerked in conjunction with the twitch of Cecile’s ass. Aleric stayed planted between her buttocks, his cheeks flexing as his tongue worked. It was the most depraved thing Cougar had ever seen, but he couldn’t look away. With every pass of Aleric’s tongue, Cecile would jerk and suck harder on his cock. Whereas she seemed intent on devouring his cock, Aleric was content with licking and lapping gently at her ass. No matter how much she squirmed, he played her with infinite delicacy. Tiny little flicks that barely moved the muscles in his cheeks. A type of loving totally incongruous with what a woman would expect from a man of his looks and build.
God, did the man have eyes? Cougar watched in the mirror as Cecile’s buttocks flexed a plea and were ignored a third time. Instincts? How could he miss that winking little invitation to deepen the penetration? He should be thrusting his tongue in rather than lapping the edge. He should be taking her, stretching her, getting her ready. Letting her know what was to come.
Cougar’s grip on Cecile’s head tightened. When her ass flexed its invitation again, he pulled her hard onto his cock, forgetting his size until she gagged. He eased up, but kept his eyes on Aleric, silently encouraging the man to give Cecile what she needed. As Aleric’s tongue skated the edge again, Cecile groaned around Cougar’s shaft. The vibrations shot down to his balls, pulling them up tight.
The crowd’s cheers faded to the background. His world narrowed to the hot mouth encompassing his cock and the almost forgotten urgency claiming his body. He pumped hard and deep into Cecile’s mouth, desperately chasing the completion that had escaped him for so long, groaning when Aleric finally, finally treated her ass the way it deserved.
His balls ached, sweat dampened his shirt and stung his eyes, and still he couldn’t come.
Around him, Cecile started to shudder and shake as her orgasm overtook her. Aleric had one hand out of sight, no doubt jacking off as he serviced the saloon owner. His face still plastered to her backside. He jerked and moaned as he shot his load.
Cougar was so hard, he was in pain. His cock was so sensitive that Cecile’s gasping breath actually hurt. But he couldn’t come any more now than he could six months ago. He gritted his teeth and withdrew from Cecile’s mouth. His cock bobbed hard and heavy in front of her face.
“Jesus! Look at the size of that guy!”
“And he’s still hard!”
Cougar’s humiliation knew no bounds. Not only had he failed, he’d done it in front of half the territory. He schooled his expression to calm, stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and got to his feet. He slid his knife sheath to the side, and held out his hand to Cecile. It wasn’t her faul
t he’d lost his abilities.
Cecile rose, daintily dabbing at the side of her mouth as if he’d left evidence of coming. “Oui!” she called to the crowd, cupping his erection in one hand and clutching her still bare bosom with the other. “A stallion already set to go again! It will be a lucky woman who gets to ride him tonight.”
“Who’s that going to be Madame Cecile?” an older man called from the back of the crowd.
Cecile flashed a coy smile in the general direction of the questioner. She adjusted her bodice. “I have a new girl. Just in today. Very, very special.”
“Yee-haw!” a cowboy whooped. “Fresh meat!”
“Talent,” Cecile corrected firmly. “Fresh, expensive talent.”
“Aw hell,” a down-on-his-luck gambler grumbled. “When are you going to bring in some girls I can afford?”
“When you get around to winning at cards,” Cecile snapped.
As the crowd guffawed and picked up the joke and ran with it, Cecile turned to Cougar. “You did enjoy our little play?”
Cougar accepted his hat from the pretty brunette who brought it to him. “Yeah.”
Cecile nodded to the brunette. “Thank you, Lorraine.”
The brunette smiled and stepped to the side. Cecile looked pointedly at the bulge in his pants. “But it is not your usual pleasure?”
He put his hat back on his head, feeling more like himself as he angled it over his eyes. “You could say that.”
“But you would like to enjoy yourself…fully this evening.”
“Doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.” He wasn’t even sure he wanted it to happen. Now that he wasn’t caught up in the moment, he couldn’t imagine anything happening in this place that wouldn’t leave a bad taste.
“If you would tell me your preference, I imagine it is entirely possible.” She shrugged. “It is obvious you do not like a crowd.” With a graceful wave of her hand, she indicated the waiting brunette. “Perhaps Lorraine would be to your preference after all? She has a special paddle that her customers are very fond of.”
Cougar glanced at the innocent looking woman who winked back at him. He couldn’t imagine her paddling men’s bare butts anymore than he could imagine grown men wanting their butts paddled.
He took a deep breath. “No. I don’t think I’d enjoy that.”
“I noticed you watching Aleric. While not as adventurous as some of our women, many of our male customers enjoy his attentions.”
“Have you gone loco?” He lowered his voice as men turned their way. “I am not a goddamned pervert.”
Cecile patted his arm. “Do not take offense. Here at Madame Cecile’s we cater to all tastes. You just need to let me know what you want.”
“I want to fuck,” he muttered, the last of his arousal fading away.
Her expression became pained. “How?”
The only way there is, was the response that came immediately to mind, but he realized that what was normal for him, wasn’t necessarily normal for the rest of the world. He pulled his hat off and slapped it against his thigh. How in hell had all this gotten so out of hand? His jaw clenched, he said, “Straight up, man on top, woman underneath.”
“I see.” She paused, looking at him expectantly.
“What?”
“Well, you’ve been here an hour and have yet to have selected anyone, I assume there is some sort of problem.”
Yeah, I can’t get off. He didn’t say that of course. It seemed too crude, even if the woman he was speaking to had just had his cock in her mouth in front of a bar full of customers.
“I’ve been having problems…” he growled, holding her gaze.
“Performing?”
“Uh-huh.”
She glanced at his crotch. “To completion?”
“Yeah.”
“And you fear this is permanent?”
“Yeah.”
Her smile patronized him. He would have taken offense except for what she said next. “You are not the first to come to me with this little problem.”
“I’m not?” He didn’t regard it as a little anything, but the fact that she did, gave him hope.
She patted his arm. “No.” She arched her eyebrow at him. “The woman I spoke of before?”
“The new one?”
“Oui. I hired her specifically to deal with men who come in search of such…expertise.”
Whores specialized? His skepticism must have shown on his face.
“She is very good at restoring a man’s virility.”
He hid his doubt behind a low drawl. “You’re awfully sure about this.”
“I know my business. Enough so, I’ll give your money back if you are not satisfied.”
He didn’t claim to know much about whorehouses, or how they operated, but he’d never heard of anyone getting their money back. His confidence began to increase. Still, he did not want to end up in a room with a paddle, or with a hulking pervert. “Mind telling me how she goes about it?”
“She has her ways.” Cecile shrugged as if it were immaterial how it was accomplished. The movement nearly displaced the bodice of her dress. Damn, Cougar thought, his eyes dropping to the sight. He did like the sight of breasts quivering.
“All you need to do is trust her instincts and play along.”
“Play along?” That was too open-ended for his tastes.
“Yes, play along. It will be very clear within a few minutes of entering the room what you are supposed to do.”
He twirled his hat in his hand as he pressed, “I think I’d like a little more information on how—”
An impatient slash of her hand cut off his sentence. He noticed her accent disappeared along with her patience. “You’ll find out when you get there, but I guarantee your ‘problem’ will be solved and it will happen with a woman. Now, are you interested or not?”
God help him, but he was. He’d come here looking for solutions and the woman was offering him one with a money-back guarantee. A man couldn’t ask for much more than that. He put his hat back on. “I’m interested.”
“Such services don’t come cheap.”
He pulled a fat leather pouch from his shirt pocket.
“How much?”
She snatched it out of his hand, bounced it a couple of times and said, “This should be fine.” The pouch disappeared into the depths of her cleavage, and the woman held out her hand. “We haven’t formally introduced ourselves. I’m Madame Cecile.”
“Cougar McKinnely.” He raised the soft, white hand to his lips, placing an obligatory kiss on the back.
“Well, Cougar,” Cecile sashayed toward the stairs, tossing the invite over her bare shoulder. “Follow me to your new territory.” She paused on the bottom stair. “Consider it yours for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Two
The door closed and locked behind him. Cougar turned and frowned. The hair on the back of his neck whispered a warning, but he shrugged it off, dismissing the unease as old ghosts popping in to visit.
He looked around the room. It was empty and dark. A single oil lamp over in the corner, turned down low, was the only source of light. He didn’t sense any danger, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. That everything wasn’t what it appeared to be.
He waited by the door for the woman to show herself. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the gloom, and a rustle from the vicinity of the bed drew his attention. He took a step away from the door.
He located his “angel of mercy” after his second step. She was lying on the bed, a small froth of stark white on the red coverlet. As he watched, she rolled onto her back, her legs shifting with the movement.
His third step never materialized as he stared.
“Son…of…a…bitch!” He dragged out the curse, because well, he’d never seen anything like what he was seeing now, and as long as he was swearing, he figured he could keep staring. The woman was breathtaking, gorgeous, incredibly sexy. As he watched, she shifted positi
on, her right knee drawing up and away from her body, causing the thin veil of white she wore to float away from her thighs. The faint light behind her illuminated the space between the raised thigh and the recumbent one. As he followed the shadow to its end, he could almost make out the darker cast of her pussy. He cleared his throat.
Madame Cecile might know what she was doing after all. He started to pull off his shirt. “No doubt Madame Cecile told you about me…?”
A word from her would have gone a long way to soothing his unease. Instead, she moaned seductively and rolled away. The movement pulled the sheer gown tight across her small ass, delineating the sharp rise of her hips and the firm line of her buttocks. He swore he could make out the crease between them. He paused with his shirt halfway to his head, his eyes locked on the sight. His mouth went dry and his heart started a slow thud. Lord, she had a beautiful ass. The curve of her right cheek looked like it would fit perfectly into his palm. He estimated the depth of the crease would encompass one knuckle. He wondered if her little rosette was a delicate pink or a soft tan.
She rolled again, this time onto her stomach. He lost all train of rational thought as she wiggled—there was no other way to put it—up onto her hands and knees and swayed, presenting him with a splendid view of her hindquarters. He slowly pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the shadowy crack. He loved a woman’s ass. Loved to tease it. Tempt it. Spank it. Coax it into accepting his cock. There was nothing like the first time a woman accepted him. He loved that moment when she gave herself to him, his cock parting her tight passage as he took her past her inhibitions to the pleasure beyond.
And damn! This woman had a perfect ass.
He rubbed his hand over his chest. She shifted backwards, her buttocks rising as if begging for his attention. The touch of his hand. There was a time when he would have stepped right up and given the cheeky butt the swat it was asking for, but times had changed. His hand curled into a fist. He was a begging man now.
Not even sure he could deliver on any promises his body would see fit to make. Until that changed, he was better off just sticking with the tried and true.
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