Western Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"We're going." We dressed quick, their shouts echoing. "Disgusting!" "Police!" But Jax just laughed low. "They won't. Too embarrassed." We fled to the garage. He revved the Harley, me climbing on back. Skirt hiked, bare pussy on the seat, his cum still inside. We peeled out, wind whipping. Miles later, a cheap motel on the highway. Neon sign buzzing. He paid cash, dragged me to the room. Door shut, he pinned me to the wall.

“On your back. We’re going to use you.” Jake grinned, lying down in the center of the bed, his muscular body stretched out, cock pointing straight up like a thick pole. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head swollen and leaking. “Come and take what you need, my dirty little stepsister and stepmom.” Sarah helped position me first. She guided me over Jake so I straddled him reverse cowgirl, my back to his face, my dripping pussy hovering just above his cock. “Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.”

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo

Reagan’s POV In case you don't know, the West Werewolf land is a no-go area out of all the regions in Werewolf land. It is said that the West land is filled with rogues. I watched Dolphus look at me as if I'd just heard one of his deepest secrets. “What the heck did you go to the West for? Do you wanna get killed?” I retorted as I tried to punch him with my fist but he subconsciously dodged as if he was expecting the blow.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

She was about 5'6" with a walk like a runway model, her long legs, tanned and well-muscled. Smiling broadly she slipped into the seat next to me and we each ordered coffee and a piece of pie. The waitress scurried away and we were left alone, country western music lulling us played in the background. I turned and looked into her big blue eyes, "Well, my name is Steve and you are?" I said. "Maryanne," her voice was soft and musical as she introduced herself and told me she was on her way to Reno to find work. She wanted to be a dancer in one of the shows at a casino but would settle for anything to start. I learned that she was the proverbial Midwest farmer's daughter tired of the quiet, lone

She spat tobacco into a nearby spittoon, “And you repaid him with his kindness by runnin’ away.” The station master entered and barked orders for them to get on with their business and be on their way. Although he allowed them to use his way station as a meeting place, he was cautious about getting too involved in their dealings. They were known slave traders. After the war, they simply shifted their slaves from negros to women. Prostitution was alive and well in the wild west. Unfortunately, their supply of prostitutes did not meet the demand from the men who answered the call for the gold rush or other new post war opportunities a fresh start offered. The untamed country was booming with

“It doesn't matter. It was one time, and I never did it again.” “That's not a good enough answer. How do you expect me to be honest when you're not?” I asked angrily. He grimaced. “You remember my cousin Jamie?” “Yes?” I asked, confused. “He's been running weed from Colorado to California. He told me if I did a few runs for him, it'd pay out a lot of money, so I did. I thought for sure that I was caught when I got pulled over. I got lucky they didn't search the truck because I easily had a hundred pounds. I made just enough to save the ranch, so I quit. I figured my luck would run out at some point. It usually does,” River muttered.