Betty Gets Some Company

Not only did she make me a lot of money, Betty made the Golden Angel so popular that no new saloons were opening. We were pretty discreet about her new talent but she had three regulars just for her mouth. But try as she might, she could not keep up with the demand. Then she came to me with an idea.

"My old neighbor, the widower Novotny, has two daughters. Olaf told me that Novotny and his three sons fuck both of them. I bet he'd sell you the older one. One girl is enough for four men, after all."

"Why don't we buy the younger one."

"People in this town might lynch you. She looks younger than she is. The older one is nineteen."

So, I rode out to the Novotny farm. The old man didn't even pretend to be insulted or upset but called Kate out of the kitchen and told her, "If this man likes you and we agree on a price, I am selling you to be his whore. Take your clothes off."

She was tall and had really big tits and a large ass. A big brunette, she would be quite a contrast to little, blonde Betty. She seemed nervous, but not terrified,

While he talked and she took her clothes off, a younger version of her, with almost no tits, came out of the kitchen and stood watching.

He continued, "I usually fuck one of them at this time of day and I am sure you want a sample. I could fuck Kelly, but I want more Kate before she goes. Let's team-fuck Kate. You're the guest. Pussy or Ass?" She didn't seem upset or even surprised.

He laid down on a narrow plank and she straddled him with her pussy. Then she reached behind her with her left hand and pulled an ass-cheek aside to open herself up for me. About five minutes in, I felt her tighten and spasm and heard her grunt.

I paid the three hundred that was asked. On the ride back, she cheerfully asked about the bar, the patrons, how Betty was doing, how the chores were divided, and did I enjoy fucking her.

She was delighted that the only chores Betty did were keeping herself clean and straightening up the room where she worked. When I told her about the well and the pumps, she jumped up and down in the wagon.

She was excited about the well and the pumps "because we can keep clean" and I realized that just having the one pump in the kitchen wasn't good enough. It cost a lot of money but building another room on the ground floor and putting in a pump on a platform, so you could stand under it would mean clean girls for rent at all times. And I enjoyed it too. Believe it or not, I didn't think about heating the damn water at that point.

One morning, as I pumped the cold water over the girls to ready them for the day, watching their adorable bodies, I had an idea. Once I had danced under the cold stream myself, I told them about it.

Kate took the first turn licking Betty's pussy. She said that a fresh, clean pussy was delicious and Betty was squealing her appreciation. Then I licked Betty and she went into uncontrollable spasms. I thought Kate would just watch but I felt her sucking on my member and I soon filled her mouth. Then Betty recovered enough to insist on eating Kate, while I kissed Kate and caressed her huge breasts. When I was down on Kate, I felt a wet cloth on my asshole and then, unmistakably, a tongue, Betty's tongue. And I lost my load with no one and nothing in contact with my member. We all danced under the pumped water again and I think I put two of the happiest whores ever to work that day.

When I first noticed the redhead with unusually short hair, she was chatting up Rob, a miner who often fucked Kate, at the bar. Kate was upstairs right then. A few minutes later, she left with him and we didn't see him again that night. So, we didn't even get room rent and we sold Rob no more drinks. But she was back in a few minutes and she walked over to the faro table and handed a tall dude in a coat and tie something, presumably what Rob had paid her.

Then the dude pointed at another miner and gave her a little shove. That was it. I motioned her to come with me and went to talk to them. He was, of course, playing white, one-dollar, checks. He braced himself when he saw me coming over, letting me see that he had a little gun in at his waist. Bennie halts the faro game for a moment to show the dude the loaded shotgun he keeps beside him. Bennie doesn't get a discount for that sort of thing but, for a lying cheating snake, he's a good friend.

I open with "the fucking least you could do is use a room."

He says, "If that's all you want..."

"No," I reply, "but it would put me in a better mood. "Right now, I want the money Rob gave your bitch and then we can negotiate."

"Or what?"

"You both get out. She can fuck in the alleys if you want her to but she can't drum up business in here."

"There's nowhere else..."

"Not my fault; it's a small town. My bartender has a shotgun too. In or out?"

He handed me coins that look like the right amount. And I say, "That's better. Now let's sit and talk. Whiskey's on me since the hatchet is buried."

We sat, and I said "She can work the place for the price of a room for the night and twelve dollars a day for amenities."

He says, "Amenities?"

"Lots of fresh bedding, but she has to make the bed up every time but the first time in a day. We have a pump room where she can clean up between. It is good as Paris or N'Orleans. You'll see, and you can use it too. Professional courtesy. Plus, you get a big sandwich and a beer for each of you every evening and a whiskey for you. Plus, and this is a big one, we don't shoot you."

And she says, in a tiny voice, "Can I please have a whiskey too, mister."

I pour her one and add, "One whiskey a night for the cute red-head. I will add that to the deal. But I get free use when she isn't busy. That doesn't cost you a thing and I pay for the whiskey."