Kinktober 3 - Western (Patreon)

Kinktober prompt:
Western

Contains: Breast Expansion

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Kinktober 3 - Western

I had a whole mess of things to do when I rode my weary mare into Deadwood camp. I wanted to find a room for tonight, buy supplies for digging, and head out to scout my claim. But first, I needed to get Bella into the livery stable and, right after that, whiskey. My last flask had run dry two nights past, and I had a powerful thirst.

The saloon entrance had no doors, so I walked right up to the bar and put some coins down. The whiskey was cheap and burned like hell. The fella behind the bar asked if I was in camp to prospect, and I nodded. I didn’t hear what he said after that because I spotted the prettiest girl you ever seen sitting at a table playing cards. She had long curls the color of wheat, wore a light blue gown, and her tits were so big they were restin’ on the table. Three dudes almost as filthy as me sat around her, so I bought another whiskey and sat at an empty table to spy on their game.

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” the woman said, throwing down a hand of cards and scooping the money from the pot.

The man right across from her scowled. “You ain’t cheatin’, is you Ruby-Mae?”

Something moved nearby, and I saw someone start to move. It was another woman, but wearing trousers and a duster. Ruby-Mae shook her head, and the woman leaned back against the wall.

The one on his left waved a hand lazily. “Don’t start with that again, Jim. Just deal the cards.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and cain’t start,” Jim said, spitting on the floor. “I say she’s got some aces up her sleeves.”

“Don’t be like that, sugar,” Ruby-Mae said, “I ain’t even wearin’ sleeves.”

“See that, Jim? Now quit yer jabber-jawin’,” The man to Jim’s right chimed in.

Jim grumbled. “Maybe she’s got ‘em stuffed down in there.” He gestured to the woman’s huge cleavage, and I admit he had a point. She could fit a pair of Colt 45s down there, and nobody’d be none the wiser.

Ruby-Mae grinned across the table. “Fishin’ for a free touch, is that it, Jim? Why don’t you come over here and see for yourself what’s down my dress?”

I can’t say as to whether Jim really thought she was cheatin’, or if’n he just wanted a touch like Ruby-Mae said, but the feller pushed his chair back and leaned down toward those giant titties and took a sniff. Fast as lightnin’, Ruby-Mae grabbed Jim by the ears and shoved his face down into her chest. I wondered if I’d find enough gold to buy the same service. Then I saw Jim start to struggle. Ruby-Mae was stronger than she looked, and she held his face tight down in there while he pushed on the table to try and get free.

The saloon got quiet, but the other two poker players just watched. I figured they might say somethin’, and they looked like they might, but then Jim reached down to his belt.

In two steps, the other woman was at the table, pushing open her duster and drawing her pistol. With the jacket open, I saw her tits must have been almost as big as Ruby-Mae’s. She pushed the barrel of her revolver into Jim’s neck. I could just barely hear her say, “Drop that steel, cocksucker. I’d hate to have to spill your brains all over my girlfriend’s dress.”

Jim opened his hands, and his Colt dropped to the table with a thud. Ruby-Mae let him go, and he sat back, gasping. Ruby-Mae scooped up her winnings and stuffed them down between her tits. “Thanks, Janey.”

She pushed back her chair and stood up. “I reckon’ I’ve had enough cards for today, boys.” She walked over to Janey. “Let’s go, honey. I need some supper… and a good long bath.”