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Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

The strange woman thought it was amusing to find this little virgin girl so surprised and almost shocked to see her aunt in this exotic and alluring form. That her own assumption, but she didn't really believe that Delphine would think that this succubus would look too strange to not be attractive at the same time. This purple skinned and curvaceous creature employed more tricks to create an appearance of beauty to provoke that skin-deep carnal desire within Delphine. Her face twisted into a flirty, loop-sided smile and she walked towards the bed with her hips swaying and her loincloth gently moving with each step. You still remember me? I'm glad. Her words where deep and husky, which really fitted with this fully blossomed woman's body and her wicked style of manners. As 'Aunt Mary' came closer, her features would become more obvious to Delphine. Her large breasts became more easy to examine. THey where round and very firm, there where no signs of sagging that usually came with her assumed age. No-one could guess her true age now, as she didn't even look to be human, but she didn't seem to be a day above 30. Her face had a young and beautiful look, but she had the confidence that only an experienced woman could ever have. Her thin waist and wide hips where also easy to see, and even easier to become jealous of. Then there was that token piece of clothing. She had a thin string running around her hips and that long piece of cloth that reached to her knees, and it didn't seem to serve any other purpose than to her own exotic sense of fashion. Mary had her eyes on Delphine this entire time. She examined her with a husky gaze which spoke volumes of her intent. She didn't try to hide that she was attracted to this young woman, and that was incredibly obvious when she stared from the head to the toes of her covered body. Mary then gently licked her upper lips when she stood by the bed. The awesome woman with her thighs, hips, waist, bosom and face of every man and some woman's dreams towered over this petite and lonesome girl. She smiled, and placed her hands on her own hips. They didn't stay there for long however, just for the duration of a few words. Your man is not anywhere to be seen. Has he deserted you in your moment of need? Mary didn't wait for a reply. She was making it very clear that she desired Delphine, and she hoped, but in actuality she was so confident that she knew, that Delphine herself would connect the dots and realize there was an alternative to her husband. Or, perhaps more amusingly, she would realize that 'Aunt Mary' would make herself the alternative no matter what Delphine herself thought of it. Then, she leaned forward. Her magnificent and firm breasts where mashed together as Mary placed her hands on the bed together. Even if she was just at the end of the bed, she was directly in front of Delphine's face. Much closer than before, but not as close as earlier when she spoke about taking pleasure wherever you could find it... But Mary felt that the distance between them was much less now than then.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Between the time that she had found herself able to think clearly, if this was what you could consider thinking clearly, the woman was now questioning whether or not this woman was actually her aunt. Couldn't be, right? Look at her, with that strange color and her breasts that seemed to have grown in just a short amount of time. That voice and the strange way that she looked at her, it was quite frightening to say the very least. Or rather, was it fright that she was feeling between the smooth skin of her creamy thighs? For now, she would consider it fright that she held for the wonderfully figured Aunt Mary, or form of Aunt Mary anyway that stood before her, cheeks at a soft pink color as the woman spoke again, sitting up entirely now in her bed as Delphine kept her eyes in contact with the older woman's. Wh- Why was she looking at her with such lust in her eyes? Was this how Delphine's face was to the woman, begging for her body to be on top of hers and giving her what her recently gained husband surely couldn't? But wait, Aunt Mary was just that, an Aunt , and this would not go over well with anyone. Would she be left with her mouth watering and her palms growing moist for a woman who could do nothing for her, just the same as her husband could do nothing for her? Inhaling her lips sharply as the woman asked where her husband had gone, the young girl nodded her head softly, finding her mouth to spill out words she didn't know she was saying, It. . It was expected. Expected, but damn sure not something she was pleased about. However, again flashed that look in Aunt Mary's eyes, causing her to chew softly on the naturally pouting flesh of her bottom lip. A line of curiosity flickering behind her own, she wasn't curious as to why her aunt was here or anything of the sort actually, she was curious as to what her dear Aunt Mary was thinking. What she was planning behind those lustful, calculating eyes of hers. Breathing in gently when the woman leaned forward against her bed, cautiously pulling her legs toward herself out of a reactive habit, swallowing softly at nothing but air that had settled in her throat, A - Aunt Mary, Pausing now as she clearly gathered her thoughts, the ones that were speaking rationally anyway, the princess still kept her honey eyes peering into the older woman's, H - How did you know I was in. . Need? She asked, though this question wasn't exactly what she had in mind of asking, the female's dark curls falling over one side of her face as she pulled her knees slowly up to her chest, body still majority hidden beneath the soft sheets. Only the finest for a princess. Apparently that was still holding true.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Mary stood in that provocative position for some time, simply observing the frightened little girl for whatever reply she might had, for whatever reaction she would show. Mary could literally sense the restrained disappointment in Delphine's tone of voice when she spoke about how it was to expected that her newly wed husband did not spend the night with her. Mary didn't use as much restraint to maintain her composure and smiled a coy grin at that. Then, she rumbled a seductive groan when Delphine basically admitted that she was indeed in need. Not that she needed the confirmation but she just loved to hear confessions like that. To hear that woman confess and admit her need might have been accidental, but she just revelled in it just the same. Then this purple stranger moved. She paced her hands in front of the other as she 'walked' on the bed with her hands as her feet propelled her forward on the floor. Her breasts bounced from this, her shoulders rose and fell as her entire body moved, showing off her lithe and at the same time curvy body to this girl. She exposed her sexuality to her without any reservation, and that became apparent when she was upon Delphine. Not taking her wishes into consideration, this bold woman put her effeminate but surprisingly strong hands on the shoulders of the girl, pinning her to her place, then moving her legs on the bed. With a slow motion, she lifted one of her legs to the other side of the bed, and straddled Delphine over the bed covers. She held her in place with a smile on her lips, not saying a word until a few seconds after her mounting. Does it really matter how I know you are in need? All that matters is that I am here now, my little dove. Despite those sweet words, 'Aunt Mary' didn't release Delphine from that dominating grip on her shoulders. It would almost seem clear that this woman had her mind set on doing something to Delphine and she wouldn't be persuaded against it.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

As she was sure, her eyes hadn't gone down to their normal size since she had woken up and the woman was in her room, and she surely hadn't let her mind drop over the question of whether or not her husband was on his journey back to his beloved wife. He wasn't, and she would surely not be thinking about him with this woman seriously looming over her, with lust and desire in her eyes. Gracious . Then there was that groan, that caused the female's cheeks again to hit a soft pink color, hands again gripping the sheets on either side of her as the woman then began to move toward her. Again, she noted the large size that her eyes had stayed in, growing close to the size of saucers in their bright color, never had she been approached in such a way, if she could say she was even approached. No, the virgin girl had never been advanced on in a sexual fashion, and was unsure how to react as her body became slightly rigid in her sitting position, only to shortly find her legs pulled out straight beneath her. Back pressed against the smooth wood of the headboard, the female inhaled sharply as she couldn't find the words to disagree with these actions even if she wanted to, only to breathe out in a stammered breath when the woman settled her leg on the opposite side of her body. The young girl, although unaware to the approach, easily knew what her dear aunt Mary had in mind for her, Delphine's chest rising and falling as she felt the older woman's breasts just inches away from her own. Clearly she knew she didn't stand a chance of physically getting out of this, already weighted down by the woman's grip and frame, though maybe. . Ah- Aunt Mary, you shouldn't d- do this, Pausing as she thought of infidelity, truthfully there was little care in going against her marriage vows, but she said it anyway, I just got married.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Closed . He looked like a tramp. The denim on his legs was worn at the knees, his boots were caked in dust and the dark shirt that clothed his rather well-built torso had seen better days. The sleeves were rolled to the elbow, and there was a pair of cigarette holes on the lower part of it's back. But from a distance -- with dark, curling hair underneath his cowboy hat -- he hardly stood out. He was just another Cowboy Joe that had came in for a drink or four. Frankie sat at the bar of Raf's saloon, downing whisky with his drinking partner -- an old, rare seven-chambered revolver that was nested by his side. Same story, every town. People called him the wanderer of the west . Drifting from town to town, getting himself involved with other people's problems. And it was always down to a dame. The place was busy, the usual crowd of cowboys and men rounding up their day, accompanied by pretty saloon girls with big ruffled skirts and feathers in their hair. Forced smiles between the flirting, the girls were all here for one reason or another -- and it wasn't willingly. Upstairs, there was a knock on the bedroom door. As usual, before an answer was given, the tall owner entered the room. He leaned back against the door until it closed, folding his arms in front of his shirt. Are you gonna hurry up and get ready, or am I gonna have to start dressing you myself? Calling the man unpleasant was an understatement -- he was pure filth, a man with no manners. None of the girls liked him, in fact, he was pretty sure that they all despised him and his wandering hands. Remember this ain't a holiday camp, darlin'. You're here because you got a big debt to pay. Raf ran a hand through his ever-growing forehead, the start of his hair seeming to move further back with every one of his forty-odd years. Get those boots on. We got another cowboy sittin' by himself at the bar.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Mmm..nnn.. Rita , one of the saloon girls tossed and turned in the blankets of her small bed in her even smaller bedroom as the knock came at her door, followed by the swift entry of the bar owner who shut the door behind him, at least thankfully shading off the bright lights of the bar outside the wooden door of her room. The accomodations weren't great but she already owed a lot of money and she had to be thankful for what she had. Sitting up straight and wrapping herself in one of the sheets of the bed to conceal herself from the owner's lustful stare, since she tended to sleep undressed most of the time. All right, I'm up.. The dark-haired young woman nodded obediently, knowing any backtalk stemming from her dislike of her boss would only earn her a slap in the face or even worse some more unpleasant affair. I'll be dressed and downstairs in a few minutes. She said, hoping to warrant his leave so she could get ready. As the owner left at last after a few curious stares, she busied herself with getting dressed, selecting one of many arousing outfits and getting herself ready before leaving her bedroom and going downstairs. Almost immediately finding the cowboy that her boss had said was alone, she sauntered over to the bar and took a seat next to him, mustering her most convincing smile, although on the inside she was far from happy. Hey there, handsome. She cooed, looking him over with a bit of interest. I don't think I've seen you around here before, new in town?
Thread: Wanderer of the West

I'm always new in town. Replied the cowboy, tilting his eyes towards the attractive saloon girl that had just taken a seat next to him. Clearly, she'd been told to keep an eye out for strangers sitting by themselves. You gonna be keepin' me company tonight, huh? Looks like I got lucky and came in at the right time. He looked over her outfit, almost nodding his head in approval. Eyes drifted from all corners and contours of her figure -- there was no denying that she looked absolutely stunning. As usual, Frankie hadn't bothered to introduce himself yet -- it was a bad habit he'd picked up many years ago. Knocking back the rest of the whisky, the cowboy stood from his stool and wiped his mouth. Well, sorry to disappoint you but I'm not gonna be staying here much longer. Got a long, dusty road to be walking down and the last thing I need is to be walking it with a headache in the morning. He smiled, beginning to brush passed her. Raf watched from the side, spying on whether Rita could keep him here for a few drinks more. She knew the consequences if her attempts at flirting failed.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Sighing at his slightly dismissive behavior at her attempts of flirtation, Rita watched for a moment as he brushed by her. Managing to move from her seat, catching a glimpse of Raf watching the two of them, she caught the stranger by the arm as he tried to leave. But you'll at least be staying the night, won't you? She said, looking up at him with another smile, trying to keep calm and composed as she spoke, knowing all too well what she faced if this potential customer got away. You don't want to spend your only night here alone, do you? Because I can be quite good company. The young woman suggested with a wink, but then her expression turned almost pleading, as if begging him with her eyes to take her for the night. If you stick around you'll find out first hand. She reassured, loosening her hold on his arm, her hand sliding along the muscled limb gently.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Frankie quickly looked down at his arm, the way she held on to it, the tone of her voice. She disguised the sound of pleading well, he couldn't quite place a finger on it yet, but there was something behind those beautiful eyes. Whatever it was, she wanted him to stay. Then she began to stroke his arm, the soft touch of a woman. There was just nothing else like it in the world. Thanks for the offer. He slowly pulled her hand away from him. But this time... I'm gonna have to politely decline. Catch you later, sweetie. He was already regretting his decision, but he'd been in that boat before. Spend a few hours with a woman, get close, then she pulls you in to a world of hurt and hassle. With that, he was gone. Through the front door, back out in to the cool, summer night. Not a hint of wind. Nothing. Just the calm backdrop around him. Skipping down the small set of stairs, his boots hit dust and his journey was set to continue. But he couldn't stop thinking about the girl. The way she looked at him, her smile told a different story from her eyes. He recognised that look. Or maybe he was just going mad. Not every girl in his life was like that -- he had to stop making up tragic backstories to the pretty faces he meets. As soon as Frankie was out the bar, Raf was standing behind the saloon girl and breathing down her neck. His hands pinched her waist lightly, his mouth edging closer to her ear. Looks like you're losing your spark, Rita. You're suddenly becoming rather useless to me, girl... Raf's grip tightened, and suddenly he yanked back on a fistful of hair, so the poor woman's head tilted back to look at him. ...what good is a saloon girl if the drinkers don't want to sit with her?
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Her heart sank as the stranger left right through the front door, polite perhaps in his decline of her offer, her disguised desperate plea for him to stay, knowing it spelled doom for her. A quiet sigh escaped her lips and she didn't have to move or even wait long before she felt a large presence behind her, warm breath on her neck, it was undoubtedly Raf. She didn't even have a chance to run or make any kind of movement before his hands grabbed her at the waist, gluing her in place as his mouth neared her ear. His words rattled her spirit and she wanted to just vanish, be anywhere except there in that bar. Before she had been able to escape and lock herself away in her bedroom but this time there was no chance of that. She could only stand there, frozen on the spot as the malicious bar owner kept speaking, words lingering in hear each one more painful than the last. Rita winced, biting her lip as Raf grasped a fistful of her tightly woven hair, which thankfully when entertaining customers or patrons of the bar she kept up and not down making it somewhat hard to grab and yank on, although this time he was able to grasp a good deal, yanking her head back, straining her neck in the process as she was forced to look upon the man's pitiless face. She wanted to close her eyes and just break into tears but she didn't dare give him that pleasure of getting upset, as much as he was hurting her inside and out. Please, I'm sorry, it's not my fault..I tried..please..let me go... She pleaded with Raf although she knew it was pointless. There was no pity, no remorse, no conscience in this man's heart.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

You sound pathetic, Rita. The handful of hair was released, but he wasn't done with her yet. It was an over-reaction, but because it was Raf -- there was no surprise. Rita... the girls... they all knew what he was like. If he wasn't happy, then the best thing to do would be to stay well clear. Unfortunately for Rita -- she was currently in the worst place possible. Upstairs, now! He snapped, his voice still barely above a whisper for no one else to hear but her. Raf lead her upstairs with a combination of pushing and pulling a few of the girls saw what was going on but quickly turned their attentions back to their partners for the night once they saw Raf glaring back at them. Up the stairs and away from wandering eyes. The music could still be heard faintly from below, but that was all. The tune of the skilled piano-player still appreciated through the wooden boards. In there! Raf snapped, opening the door to her bedroom and literally pushing her in to the room and no doubt causing her great difficulty in keeping her balance. The door closed -- they weren't going to be disturbed. Not that he was going to keep her long. A final warning, that was all. Rita... you think I'm bad? You ain't seen nothing. Just wait 'til the bosses get a hold of you... entertaining cowboys in the bar is gonna seem like heaven compared to the stuff they're gonna get you to do. A shake of his head. Maybe I should just send you downstairs naked... serving the drinks... wiggling that little bottom of yours about. Go on. Bend over and give it a shake.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Having little choice in the matter as Raf ordered her upstairs, barely holding back tears of despair now, Rita simply nodded as her hair was released and she traveled up the stairs, led closely by the man who kept shoving and urging her along, as if it helped her go faster. She could only imagine what he had in store for her, but she didn't dare try to figure it out. Usually it was a few slaps, and if she was lucky there would be no bruises, that or a quick romp to sate Raf's lust and to keep her feeling humiliated. Proceeding to her bedroom as he literally pushed her right in, causing her to stumble a bit but she kept on her feet, but didn't dare to turn or make further movement unless told to do so. His words burned into her mind as her despair grew. She just hoped and prayed her punishment would be swift, and she really hoped Raf didn't hand her over to the bosses. Now girls who were sent to them didn't come back. At his last words she could only obediently nod, bending over near the bed and shaking her rear end, feeling utterly humiliated and defeated.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

From behind her came smirking, the man enjoying the sight in front of him. Yeah... give it a good shake. That's it. With every shake, a footstep grew nearer. The wood below shrieked in pain, a quick noise then it was gone. Even better... I think I might dangle some bells from that ass... so every time you walk you'll hear it, and remind yourself that you're nothing but piece of worthless meat. Finally, he finished her torment with a hard slap to the right rear cheek, the sting travelling through her clothes and against the skin of her ass. That's enough. I'm getting bored of you already. One last chance, Rita, and if you turn away one more customer -- I'm feeding you to the wolves. Just like your little friend Jenny. Oh, I hear she's just loving her new life down south. South being where the gang's hideout lay. By this point, Frankie had returned. It wasn't for a drink. OK, maybe he was going to have one. But he wanted one more look at the saloon girl that had came up to him earlier that night. Where was she? The bartender shrugged his shoulders when he was questioned, even though he had clearly saw the conversation between Rita and Raf a few moments before. The mysterious cowboy sighed, taking a seat closer to the stage where the sound of the piano came from. She was probably upstairs with another customer, pouncing on another as soon as he'd left. That was what the girls were like everywhere, guys like Frankie didn't mean anything to them. He was just a stranger that'd be gone tomorrow.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Rita winced as his rough hand slapped her rear, the malice in his words stinging her as well. She felt disgusted, disgusted by him and how demeaning the things were that he made her do. But it wasn't like she had a choice in the matter. The girl kept quiet, managing a quiet sigh, wishing Raf would just leave her alone. Determined as ever she held back her tears, if she was to try it would not be in his presence. Finally after another moment, glad her torment was over for the moment, Raf left her alone in her bedroom. She could not screw up again, hopefully by now there would be someone downstairs willing to solicite her services. It was the only way to get the debt she had off her back. Composing herself again within a matter of minutes, rubbing her sore rear end, she left her bedroom and stopped at the stairs, peering over the railing and down at the bar. Then she saw him, the stranger from earlier. Who was he? What was his story? Still it was another chance, and this time she had to be succesful in snaring him. Brushing herself off and looking presentable, Rita sauntered down the stairs attracting some eyes from other customers but for some reason she was drawn to the stranger at the bar. Stepping over to him again and taking a seat, which she couldn't for a moment thanks to Raf's slap on her bottom, she mustered a lustful smile looking over at Frankie with mild interest, at least what it looked to be. Hey there, Mr. Stranger, change your mind?