Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

Clay rolled off of her and stayed at her side. His cock hung between his legs and he made the average man look small. The thick purple stalk oozed with his pre-cum and a little bubble at the tip made Emily’s mouth water.

His fingers lightly skimmed over her nipple and he ducked his head to pull one in between his teeth. “The woman said these tits are off-limits,” he muttered against her breast. “Got it?” He looked at Marshall Davis.

The Marshall nodded. She hated that she said such a thing now. Marshall Davis wasn’t a bad looking man and Emily had heard of worse deals made before between men and their women. She rolled closer to Clay and whispered. “Where are Levi and Luke?”

“They can’t watch, baby.”

She looked at him, framed his face and then kissed his lips. “But you’ll never leave me, will you Clay?”

“Emily…”

“Tell me, promise me right now.”

“Honey, I’ll never leave you if I don’t have to leave, but that’s the best I can do.”

“Then promise me if you ever have to leave that you’ll take me with you.”

Clay held her close and cupped her bottom, moving her closer to his shaft. “Damn I want to finish fucking you so bad it hurts.” He kissed the top of her head and moved to the side of the bed griping his cock in one hand and squeezing her nipple with the other.

“She’s yours for a couple of fucks, that’s it.”

“You want to join us?” the Marshall asked. “I mean, Emily here feels comfortable with you so might as well stay with us.”

“Oh, I’m staying all right but I didn’t plan on joining you.”

“Will you, Clay?” she turned back to Marshall Davis. “Can he?”

At that moment, she saw a small flicker of kindness in the Marshall’s eyes. Like she’d told him, she might have found him attractive enough without ultimatums and now she felt certain of it.

Clay pulled her from the bed and sat down with his back against the post, kind of at an angle. He smirked when he stared at his former friend’s size. “Stiff, are ya?”

Emily hoped to hell he wasn’t serious. He had the kind of penis a woman could blink and miss. She didn’t know what he expected so she decided to pretend like she was the whore she met in the saloon. She might as well role play and have fun with it. After she saw he wasn’t as vile as he wanted them to think, she felt more at ease.

“So Marshall, what’s it going to be? Do I fuck you or do you want me to suck your cock?” She might have said teeny-weeny penis but why go for the man’s belt before he used it on her?

She saw him gulp. His Adam’s apple moved up and down rapidly and he quickly grabbed his dick at the base. Clay’s lips curved in a lopsided smile. She glanced over at him. He looked so confident and relaxed now. He played with his balls and stroked his cock like he was only there to observe.

Like hell. After she had him inside of her, she was going to let him finish her. A man with a cock like Clay’s needed a woman’s pussy to satisfy him. She wanted to spend her life pleasing him and enjoying his size , as the whore at the saloon so graciously stated.

“What do you want me to do, Clay?”

“I want to fuck your ass while you suck his cock.” He didn’t waste time telling her.

“Is that all right, Marshall?” His sarcastic tone grated against her nerves.

“Suits me,” he said gripping his cock harder.

“Holding it back, ain’t ‘cha?” Clay asked him pointedly.

She smiled, rolled over to her stomach and let Clay position her. “Stand over there at the foot of the bed,” Clay said. “I gotta get her ready.”

“She takes it up the ass?”

“Never has before, I don’t reckon but she will tonight, won’t you baby?” He rubbed his hand over her hip.

“Spank me,” she muttered.

“What?” Clay asked. “I don’t think I heard you right.”

“Please, spank me, Clay. It makes me wet.” She looked at the Marshall and his tip oozed with his excitement. It came in a steady stream.

She smacked her lips and waggled her tongue at him. Clay’s hand came down across her flank. “Shit! Not that hard.” Her pussy was flaming hot now. “On second thought. Harder. Smack my ass and make it sting.”

He did it twice.

“Again.” She moaned.

Twice more.

“Ah Clay, I’m so wet now.” She licked her lips and stared at the Marshall’s dick.

Marshall Davis grabbed her hand and cupped it under his sac. “I like a woman to hold me here when she sucks my dick.”

She licked the tip and cupped his balls. Clay ran his finger over her ass and dipped it into her crack. “Bend over a little more and spread your hips.”

Emily did what he told her to do and three of his fingers waited to part her. Running his fingers from her pussy to her ass, he used her juices to saturate her untouched hole. It wasn’t hard to prepare her body because she kept leaking fluids.

“You’re excited, aren’t you, Emily?” He bit her hip and she wiggled her bottom. He struck her globe with his palm once more. “Behave.”

Marshall Davis moved his cock to her mouth. It wasn’t big at all and Emily couldn’t help but smile when he slid past her lips. It was like having two thumbs in her mouth as opposed to choice beefy males but at least he appreciated her. He came in her mouth the second she closed her jaws. She didn’t have to work him over.

Clay laughed and paddled her cheek with his open palm again. “Now look what you did, Emily. You made the Marshall come before he wanted to come. Get him hard again.”

He slid into her ass as soon as he gave the instructions and she cried out in agony. “Clay! Wait! It hurts!”

Marshall Davis, wrapped her arms around his waist and glared at Clay. “You’re hurting her,” he said as he let her mash her breasts against him. She enjoyed feeling him hold her, caress her, and oddly enough…it was comforting.

“She’s gonna be fine.” He smacked her hip again. “Damn, Emily. Your ass is so tight. I’m the first, that’s for sure.”

Of course he was the first, and she had to be dumber than dumb to let him go first in anything. His dick was as large as a damn donkey’s.

Emily kept one arm around Marshall Davis’s waist and greedily pulled at his cock. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted something to stroke her walls. She dropped her head and sucked on Marshall Davis’s diminished size and moved her hand to her vagina. She spread her pussy lips and started fucking herself. Clay stopped moving altogether.

“What are you doing, Emily?”

“I’m…I’m horny. I needed something in my pussy,” she purred.

“We can fix that, can’t we Marshall Davis?”

He grinned. “If she’ll let me suck on those titties, I’ll take care of it.”

She glanced over her shoulder and Clay patted her bottom before he pulled her on top of him. With his back against the bed and hers flat against his chest, he reminded her. “This time, it’s up to you. I’m not the one who made the rules. You did.”

She withdrew her damp fingers and held her breasts up higher than her natural firmness provided. The Marshall dipped his head but didn’t go for her nipples first. Instead, he licked her fingers clean and then sucked on her middle finger and nipple at the same time.

“She’s got the perfect set, huh?” Clay said proudly before he thrust into her little hole again.

“Perfect, indeed,” he said as he sucked. He licked his way around her nipples and then dropped his pursuits in order to hold his cock. He rolled over to the side of the bed. “I need to come again. Do you want me to fuck your pussy or do you want Clay to fuck it?”

Considering the matter of size, she chose Clay. He was damn near ripping through her ass and the Marshall hardly had a penis worth noticing. His cock might have a true purpose after all. It was the perfect size for her ass, she decided.