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Miss Kim

By: blackbidick



It was the middle of the summer, and Shirley, Marsha, JJ and her sister Claudia and her two daughters were taking their annual 2 week vacation in North Carolina at her parent's house. This left me all alone, a bachelor again. Claudia lived in Northern Virginia and had driven down Saturday so that they could pull out Sunday morning. After they had left I spent the rest of the day laying around munching on snacks, sleeping, and just doing whatever I wanted.

The week was going mostly the same way, I would get home from work, strip down to tee shirt and shorts. I would lay around enjoying being home alone. I was hoping to see Dan during the week, but he was busy at work.

From talking to people at work, I had an idea as where all the happing clubs were, and I even had gotten the scope on a trendy gay club. On Wednesday I had decided that I was going out, most of the clubs had hump day things going on, I just hadn't decided where I was going.

Getting in the car I decided I'd try the gay club out first, and if nothing was happing there, I could go to some of the dance clubs.

When I got to the club, walking in, I noticed that there was a nice crowd, and it had the music jumping. I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned around sipping on my drink, I was checking things out, when this gorgeous tall beautiful woman walks up to the bar. Her skin caramel in color, with short brown hair. She was dressed in a form fitting short black dress, with stockings and heels. With her heels on she could look me eye to eye.

I thought man she's hot, but a woman in a gay club is probably looking for a woman. She orders a drink and turns and smiles at me. She introduces herself as Kim, I tell her I'm Jimmy. She gets her drink and we stand there and talk for a few. I was I little slow, but soon a light must have turned on in my head and I then figured out about Kim. It must have showed on my face because she smiled and asked if that was a problem with me, I said no problem here.

Kim said she was from the city and had known from an early age that she was female. She now lived and worked as a woman. She hadn't had any surgery, but was on hormones and looked all woman to me. She worked as a cosmetologist, so that helped her in making herself look so great.

Kim said she sometimes went to the straight clubs, and had men hitting on her, but that most of the time it was a problem when they found out she was transgender. 

We talked some more for about a couple of hours. We talked about everything, she was easy to talk to. She asked if I was married, when I told her yes, she asked what my wife would think about me being here in this club. I gave her a quick low down on Shirley and my fun times, then I told her that Shirley and my kids were out of town, plus I said I would tell Shirley about my night. She said that sounded great.

A little she said she was ready to leave, and asked if I would give her a ride home. She had caught a cab here. I told her sure, because I didn't want the night to end.

As we left the club she was walking in front of me and I was looking at her swaying ass, man it looked great. We got to my car and I opened and held the door for her. As she got in I got a better look at her legs and they were great, nice long shapely legs covered in stockings.

We talked as I drove to her apartment, which wasn't far away, maybe 5 miles. We got to her place and went in, it was great, it looked like one of those places in a magazine. I told her this and she smiled the most beautiful smile.

Kim asked if I wanted a drink, but I told her I had two at the club, and I had to drive home, so I'd like a soda if she had one. As she walked to the kitchen she told me to have a seat on the sofa. She returned with my soda and her drink, and sat on the sofa beside me. She had sat real close and her leg was touching mine.

As we talked she had dropped her hand on my leg and was rubbing little circles on my leg. My cock was starting to rise and I was sure she could see the tent in my pants. She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on my lips, then she looked to see my reaction. I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her to me and we started kissing. Our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, my hands starting to explore her body.

We sat there making out for a long time, kissing and rubbing each other, then Kim stood up and said she'd be right back. She must have been gone about 5 minutes but when she came from out the back room dressed in a black see thru nightie with a black tong and still in her stockings and heels, she looked ravishing. 

Kim saw me admiring her beautiful body, she gave me a models walk trilling around in front of me. I think I popped a vein in my cock it got so hard. Kim sat back down beside me and we started back kissing and rubbing, but this time I was feeling naked flesh.

She then pushed my head down to kiss, lick and suck on her small tits, as I was doing this she was letting out soft sweet moans, which excited me even more. I went down a little and stuck my tongue into her belly button, when I did this she shuttered a little and held my head a little tighter. I kept licking around her belly for a few, then I got on my knees in front of her and started kissing and licking on her lovely thighs.

I saw that her cock was starting to push up her tong, I reached up and slid the tong aside, and saw a lovely little cock, about 5". I then took her cock in my hand and started to stroke it. All the time I'm doing this Kim is moaning so softly. I've never heard anything so sweet.

I then did something I've never done before, I leaned down and kissed the head of her sweet little cock. Kim gripped my head even harder and wiggled her hips. I then took the head of her cock into my mouth and started to suck on it, and then running my tongue up and down the length of her cock.

I kept doing this about 5 minutes and Kim was going crazy, wiggling her hips and moaning even more, then I felt her tense up and I knew she was ready to cum. This was the first time I had ever sucked a cock and I wasn't ready to swallow cum yet. I moved back and stroked her cock until she had a great cum, shooting off on the floor.

Kim pulled me up to her and gave me a big kiss saying she loved that. Kim pulled my shirt over my head, asked me to stand up and she pulled my pants and shorts down, exposing my hard cock. She leaned over and kissed the head and said that I had a lovely cock.

I sat down beside her and Kim then leaned over and started to kiss and lick my cock, she then leaned father down and started to lick my balls. Kim then sucked one of balls into her mouth, man I was in heaven, I was just loving this.

She then got down on her knees between my legs and took my cock into her mouth and was gently sucking on it. I lay my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me. I opened my eyes and looked down at Kim with my cock in her mouth and she looked up me and I almost came right then.

Kim then stopped sucking on my cock and got up and straddled my legs and reached back and guided my cock into her ass, she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. I wondered how she was able to do this, then guessed she must have lubed herself when she changed clothes.

When she lowered herself completely on my cock she sat there for a second then she started to gently rock back and forth and up and down a little, softly moaning as she was doing this. I just sat there and enjoyed it, grabbing her face and pulling her to me giving her a hot wet kiss.

She then got up and said lets go to the bedroom and continue this. We walked to the bedroom and Kim took off the nightie and tong but kept on the stockings and heels. Kim lay down on the bed and raised her knees up and I lay down between her legs. She said for me to look her in the eyes as I slid my cock into her. As I slid my cock into she was looking straight at me, then she rolled her head back and started to rotate her hips.

We fucked like this for minutes, then I could feel the cum building up and I knew it wouldn't be long before I filled her ass with my cum. she could feel me tensing up and she wrapped her legs around me, wiggling her ass and that was all I needed. I threw my head back and filled that sweet ass with load after load of my cum.

I lay down on Kim and gave her a kiss, she unwrapped her legs from around me, and gently kissed my face and neck. We just lay there for a minute, then Kim said that was great, and I rolled off of her and lay on my back. Kim reached over and turned on a radio on her nightstand and we lay there listening to soft music.

As we lay there Kim started to run her fingers along my chest, then she moved her hand down and ran her fingers along my soft cock. When she did this it started to rise, she then said it looks like I'm ready for more. I leaned over her and told her I would always want more of her beautiful body.

We kissed and I could feel my cock growing. I rolled her over on her stomach and started kissing her neck, then down the small of her back. I then grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged them. I leaned down and kissed each cheek. When I stuck my tongue out and licked in the crack of her ass, she moaned and wiggled her ass.

I played with and made love to Kim's ass for a long time making sure I had built up enough energy for another fuck. When I was ready I moved back up and leaned over and started kissing Kim on her neck making my way around until I kissed her sweet lips.

I then grabbed my cock and lined it up with her ass hole and slowly started to push it in. I lay on her with my full weight and she wasn't able to move. I pushed a little more cock into her, and kissed the back of her neck, then alternating like this pushing a little cock into her, then kissing her neck, until I was fully into her.

I started to pump in and out of her enjoying hearing her moan with each stroke. It wasn't long before I picked up the pace of my pumping, and Kim had started to buck her ass up to me with each stroke. I was really fucking her ass hard when I felt her tense up and she screamed out that she was cumming. When she did cum her ass muscles squeezed my cock tight and I couldn't hold back any longer, I shot Kim's ass full of cum.

I rolled off Kim and she snuggled up against me, she asked if I could stay the night, promising that she would wake me up in time to get home and ready for work. I said that was cool, and we both fell asleep.

Kim's alarm went off at 5:00 am and I had to get home shower and get dressed to go to work. That was my plan but Kim had other ideas, she pushed me on my back leaned down and started kissing and licking my cock. I guess my cock had the same idea as Kim, because it started to get hard. I put my hands on her head and pushed her further down on my cock.

After sucking my cock and getting it hard, Kim move up, sat on me and reached down and guided my cock into her sweet ass. She started to ride me hot and heavy knowing that I didn't had much time. Kim reached down and started to stroke her cock as she rode me. She rode me until I started to tense up getting ready to cum. I grabbed her hips, bucked up and shot my full load. When I did Kim started to cum also shooting cum over my chest.

She then got up and said I could shower here so I could save a little time and went in the bathroom and got me a washcloth and towel. After I finished my shower and got dressed and was ready to go, Kim walked up hugged me and said how much she enjoyed our night. I told her I really enjoyed it also.

She said she understood I was married so it probably wouldn't be an all the time thing, but she sure would love to see me again. I told her I would love that. She gave me her phone number, I pulled her close gave her a hot wet kiss and made my way home in a daze from my great night with Miss Kim.

Miss Kiss



Another story for one of the Literotica girls. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, hers was worth at least thirty-seven hundred. If only she would spend more time with us, post more, we would be in a constant state of bliss...

*

I'd known as soon as I saw her that I would rent her the apartment. It was her eyes I saw first, and it was those dark, dark eyes that had decided it. Christ, I thought, you could get lost for a week in those luminous pools, and their hypnotic effect had had me almost reeling since I had opened the door to the young girl.

"It's about your ad sir," she began, clutching the local paper in her hand. "It sounds just like what I'm looking for; I wonder if I could see it please. Oh, by the way, my name is Miss Kiss, Miss Toxic Kiss."

The ad had run in that mornings Guardian and read as follows, 'Two room flat on the top floor, old Victorian house, near university, tube; semi furnished, heat, cable, hi-speed computer access and electricity included. Prefer female university medical student, on an annual rental basis, references required, call tel. no. 767-7676.' How she had found me, and this early in the morning was a mystery as I hadn't received any calls that morning.

My name is Peter Brown, 44, an ex-soldier who had inherited the beautiful old house from my Dad when he had passed away three years earlier. Dad had been a professor at the University's Faculty of Medicine for thirty years prior to his death and often over the years had rented the top floor apartment to medical students. I hadn't rented the apartment the last two years but had recently decided to revive Dad's old practice.

"You're early Miss Kiss. I'm Peter Brown," I said, offering her my hand.

Smiling broadly, her perfect teeth glistening in the early morning light, she said, "They say the early bird gets the worm, Mister Brown."

After climbing the two flights of stairs we arrived at the door to the rooms. The suite consisted of a small bedroom and a large bright room that stretched the full length of the back of the house. "Oh gosh, darn," she exclaimed, "I don't think I can take it Mr. Brown."

"You don't like it," I responded, surprised that she didn't want it.

"It's perfect," she purred with regret obvious in her voice, "It's just too nice, I could never afford it."

"We haven't even discussed the rent yet Miss Kiss."

"I've seen twenty other flats over the last two days sir, and this is by far the best and I couldn't afford most of the others. I was hoping this would be smaller, worse. I've got a definite budget with a specific amount I can spend on rent."

"Tell me about yourself. If I'm even going to consider you as a tenant, I want to know your background, who you are and what your plans are."

"It's no use," she shrugged but seeing the interest in my eyes, she decided to talk. "I grew up in the north sir, the only child of two high school teachers. I'm smart sir, and I want to be a doctor, always have. I'm going to heal people, sir, that I promise you. Ma and Pa died two years ago, in a fucking stupid auto accident, I'm sorry about the language sir, but the stupidity of it still pisses me off. They left me a bit, but not a huge amount. I'm hoping that with the scholarship and cheap living that I'll make it through six years of school without owing a fortune. I know I'll never be a doctor, sir, if I have to spend twenty hours a week flipping hamburgers," she finished in a rush. "And what about you?"

"Me?"

"Sure, you don't think I'd live here without knowing something about my landlord, do you?"

"My Dad died three years ago, and when I inherited the house I quit the Army and moved here with my wife."

"Oh, you're married, and where do you work now?" she asked, then noticed the look of pain that passed over my face. "Did I ask something wrong?"

"I quit the forces only because Carol got sick, bad sick, fucking cancer if you must know," I growled, but quickly regretted taking it out on this little girl, a girl who had just lost her parents. "I'm sorry; it just still hurts a bit. She died only ten months ago, took over two years for her to die."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," she murmured.

"The rents 375 Pounds a month, you can move in anytime," I said.

"That's too cheap. That's even less than my budget figure, way below. You could get a thousand easy for this place." 

"Take it or leave it," I mumbled.

After looking at me for a minute, she finally nodded and said, "I'll move in this saft if it's okay with you. I'll bring cash for the first month."

"Good, do you need any help moving? I've got a pickup in the garage."

"Yes, please. Thank you Mr. Brown, thank you very much."

"I have only one demand" I added, "Study hard and get good marks; I don't want to see any more failures." And then belatedly remembering I asked, "By the way, do you have any bad habits I should know about?"

"I'm afraid I might do Peter, but you're too late to ask, I think we've made a deal. I'll have to tell you them another day," she finished smiling.

Was she the most beautiful girl in the city or just one of the top ten I asked myself as I drove her over to the small B+B she had been staying in since she had arrived in the big city two days ago. She didn't have much to move, two big suitcases, a box of books and a larger box of papers and knickknacks and finally a students knapsack. "I don't have much," she explained, "I put a few keepsakes and the like in storage with a great-aunt in the country; she's the only family I have left." 

She had changed while I was carrying the last of her bags up to her rooms and greeted me now in black shorts and tank top. She was about 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and her thick, black, lustrous, over the shoulder hair matched her beautiful eyes. Her breasts were both full and firm, but it was her skin that you couldn't help staring at. Her skin was the color of the brightest ivory, translucent and aglow, and was as smooth and as unlined as a new born baby. "Christ, Miss Kiss, are you born of a human mother and father?"

Blushing furiously, the red instantly visible on her white features, she answered, "Don't tell me you're going to be another of those bastards who make fun of my skin? Shit! They often called me the ghost when I was in school. Miss Effing Hot Lips, the Ghoulish Ghost."

Laughing in sudden glee, I sputtered, "I always knew those bloody northerners were stupid gits and that confirms it. Christ, girl, you're as pretty as the most beautiful Greek maiden, you could be put on a pedestal in the Parthenon and thousands would come and bow at your feet every day. Besides," I said grinning, "the way you glow, I'll never lose you in the dark. You don't have any tattoos, do you? I'd hate to see that perfection marred."

"I wanted to, yes, a couple of times I almost got one. But my Mum, she told me if I ever marred my skin with a tat she'd cut off every hair on my head while I slept. It was a tough choice but I decided I'd keep my hair."

"Thank you Mrs. Kiss," I intoned and then added, having noticed irregular bumps next to her nipples, easy to see through her tank top, especially given her lack of bra, "You've pierced yourself though."

"You've either very good eyes Mr. Brown or you've been watching my tits a little too closely," she laughed, and quickly lifting her top showed me the two silver pendants hanging from her magnificent rack. "Do you like them?" she asked slyly.

Her large full breasts, white as cream, were topped by wide pink aureoles and lovely little nips. "Miss Kiss, It's always dangerous to try to improve on perfection. God's work there definitely needs no embellishment. And before you tell me or show me something else I probably don't need to know or see, I think I better leave. Come down for dinner at six if you like, I got lots of food."

"OK, thanks," she finished, a broad grin on her face, knowing she had surprised me with her show.

My cock was huge and throbbing as I stumbled down the stairs, mumbling to myself. I had been seconds from throwing her on her bed and ravishing the young beauty, and still felt an enormous urge to rush back up. I hadn't had much of a sex life for the last three years, having watched my sweet wife go from a beautiful vibrant woman to a seventy-five pound scarecrow, a woman in pain twenty-four hours a day. Two months ago, realizing I needed a sex life, but incapable of any kind of real relationship, I had started hiring prostitutes to service my needs. Soon, I had come to rely on the weekly visits of these young sluts, finding that the pounding of my fat cock deep into their hot little pussies was somehow ridding my system of the hate and bitterness that had threatened to engulf me.

It had been a Monday when Miss Kiss moved in and what with registration, organizing her courses, shopping, etc., we hadn't seen much of each other during the week so we arranged to have dinner together Friday night. Before dinner I gave her a tour of the house, the highlight for her being Dad's medical library, a library filled with about every medical text published over forty years. "Christ, this library is as good as the Universities," she exclaimed amazed.

"Use it any time."

"It's your private library, your house," she protested.

Handing her keys for both my house door and the library, I told her, "Dad didn't want a museum, Miss Kiss, he wanted a room where medical students could get some work done. Use it whenever you want, the only thing I ask of you is that you don't bring others into my part of the house without asking first."

"Oh, you didn't happen to see Dick leave this morning, did you," she asked shyly, grimacing.

"He wasn't the skinny guy with the Mohawk and the chains around his neck, was he?"

"I think I better tell you about some of my not so good habits," she offered. "Did you by any chance hear any noise last night?"

"The screaming? The wailing? The moaning? The pounding on the walls? I actually rushed upstairs at about three a.m. to save your life but as I got close realized you didn't need help."

"How did you know I didn't need help? I might have been murdered," she said, a grin spreading across her face.

"Well, when I heard you yelling, 'Fuck me Dick, oh Dick please, harder, harder', even though I'm not very smart, I was pretty sure you were OK."

Blushing quickly she said, "He and others like him are my worst habit." Seeing my confusion, she continued, "Since my parents died, all I do is work and study like crazy for five or six days and then I just have to get out. I love the punk scene, you know, the music and the clubs, and once I'm out I party hard. It's amazing, I have a couple of beers, or a joint, or some ecstasy and presto I'm the worlds biggest slut, and invariably wake up next to some of the biggest losers in the world."

"No steady? No nice young med student?"

"I didn't know what a prick was eighteen months ago, Mr. Brown. And then one night two punks raped me in the woman's loo in a crappy little night club in my home town, the music blaring the whole time the bastards banged me. I liked it Mr. Brown, God, I loved the feel of them deep within me. They knew it, they felt my body squirming, responding, orgasming. My school friends didn't notice anything, but whenever I went into any of the four local punker clubs, all the boys sensed my need, my hotness. Last night, Christ, I was only in the club fifteen minutes before Dickie had his hand in my cunt and I was sucking him off. I'm sorry; I'm pretty fucked up for a potential doctor. I should have warned you, I'll understand if you want me out."

"Nothing wrong with liking sex, Miss Kiss, but Jesus, you better use a little common sense. Fuck, you're studying to be a doctor; you have to know the dangers. Listen, I'd like to have a pound for every bird I screwed between the ages of eighteen and thirty, I'm no virgin prince. Just use your goddam head."

"So what do you do for sex now?" she asked teasingly.

"I'm now officially an abstainer."

"Then who was that young girl I saw leaving your flat this afternoon?"

"Ah, so you met Miss Lucy." Smiling I said, "Well I'm not one hundred percent abstaining. Miss Lucy is helping me decide my sexual future."

"Does she do this work charitably or is she recompensed for her efforts."

"Well Doctor Kiss, I believe that's better left between Miss Lucy and I."

After dining with her that night, I knew I was falling helplessly for this girl, her youth and beauty and smarts and energy an aphrodisiac. I fell asleep with my hard prick in my hand, visions of Miss Kiss swirling in my head. I woke twice that night, each time to the spurting of cum from my cock, the soiling of my sheets a tribute to her lush body.

On Tuesday, Lucy the sweet, little whore returned, and unbeknownst to me at the time, Miss Kiss was in the library as I was having noisy sex in the living room, finally sneaking out quietly as I started a second round with the delicious Lucy. Forty-five minutes later, Miss Kiss, sitting in a café terrace down the block, saw Lucy descend my steps and hurry over to the same café and grab a seat at the next table. Miss Kiss couldn't help but notice that Lucy seemed sad, almost in tears, so finally got up and approached the girl.

"Are you alright Miss? Is there something I can do to help?"

"No, no, it's OK, I'm just a little sad, that's all."

"I saw you come from the house where I have my flat. Are you a friend of Mister Brown? He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Oh, you're the girl upstairs. No, Peter would never hurt me. In fact, that's why I'm sad, he's too good, so I can't see him ever again," Lucy said, rubbing a small tear from her left eye.

"But that doesn't make sense."

"Maybe you don't know Miss, but I'm a whore, I do this for money. You're not supposed to like the client or ever kiss them on their lips; it's just fuck 'em and get the money and get out, no emotions. With him I can't, I think I'm falling in love with him. See, he's gentle Miss, but he's so big, so hard, and he makes me enjoy his body, his kisses, his penetration. Shit, I came four times this afternoon; he's fucked up my schedule, Jimmy my boyfriend is really going to be pissed."

"Well, once in a while it's probably OK to enjoy yourself, isn't it?"

"Not in my business Miss. Fuck 'em and forget 'em, it's the only way. I can't go back – I told him so just now. You're going to have to find someone else, I told him, and fled the house. What about you Miss? Have you ever slept with him?"

"No, no never, I just arrived, I'm just a student; he's too old for me."

"Hah! Take my word for it Missy, and I've slept with my share of men, you're not likely ever to do better. He's big and he lasts, he's gentle but his kisses ignite you, his deep strokes take you places you've never been. And look at you, you've got a body on you, shit, I'll bet you like a fat prick in you, you're probably one of those hot students there always showing on the telly. He must want you, he's a real goat, I bet he only rented you the room cause he wanted to fuck you." As she got up to leave, she turned back and added, "I wish I was in your shoes Miss, good luck."

Kiss dreamed of me that night, she told me later, she dreamed of my body atop hers, driving relentlessly into her hot centre, each of my strokes being met by her thrusting hips.

I only saw her next on Thursday night, around ten, Kiss coming down the stairs just as I entered the front door. Instantly I knew where she was going, her dress and make-up obvious clues to her destination. She exuded sex, the young student body now transformed into a temple, a temple just waiting to receive a penis, any penis, as long as it would bathe her deeply in male seed. "Hi,' I said casually, "going out somewhere?" I was stunned at how jealous I was, at how badly I wanted her to stay.

"Yeah, had a hard day, just going out for a drink somewhere, you know, I need a break from all that studying," she mumbled, uneasy meeting me like this.

"Don't go. Please don't go," I whispered, stepping between her and the door.

"Why? What do you mean? I'm just going out for a drink."

"Miss Kiss, you'll break my heart if you bring some other man home tonight. God, you're so beautiful."

"I'm young, just a little slut, I'm not good enough for you," she whispered, moving her body into mine slowly, then eagerly as my arms engulfed her.

There was no subtlety in our first joining; our first kiss had ignited us both. Rapidly dropping my pants, I took her with her rear resting on the third stair, moving her panties aside to gain entry. As my first long deep stroke reached bottom, a groan of pure pleasure, pure contentment escaped from both our mouths. It seemed it went on endlessly, but it was only minutes before we were both coming, the dam broken, our juices flowing into the other. 

As we lay panting on the stairs, both of us breathless from the power of our union, she finally said, almost purring, "Never again, Mr. Brown, never again."

"I was that bad? And I was ready to propose to you, make you an honest woman," I said jokingly. 

"When I said 'never again', I meant I'm never going to have to sleep with anyone else again as long as you're around. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid. I'm you're little slut medical student."

"No more punk clubs Miss Kiss?"

"Only with you Mr. Brown." 

We spent the next three days in bed; the only exceptions were quick meals and long showers together. That first night in bed, after our first explosive fuck, we took our time, exploring each other completely. She had some indefinable quality, an inner beauty that made me want to almost cry in happiness, an essence I had never seen or even sensed before. We spent hours just staring into the others eyes, while gently caressing with our hands the other's cheeks, lips, neck and hair. 

And our tongues, when they came together, touching and probing and then hungrily seeking, seemed made to be twined together. As her tongue lightly touched my nipple and then moved slowly across my stomach, stopping to lick my belly button, I felt a shortage of breath, a dizziness, and my penis arched mightily, jerking madly, impatient for her lips attention. Just the feel of her lips accepting his head combined with a light flick of her tongue brought a huge spurting, my seed eagerly swallowed. "You taste so good," she murmured, pumping me like a cow's teat, impatient to get the last drop.

Her mount was hairless, shaven smooth and as my fingers spread her, her bright insides were clearly open to my view, the vivid pinkness in sharp contrast to her white skin. As she slowly took me again into her mouth and drew me deep into her throat, I used my fingers, lips and tongue on her tiny clit, and in her hot sheathe, her yips of pleasure rising finally into a crescendo of orgasm, her deluge of juices flooding my mouth. 

Later, as I pierced her deeply with my organ, our joy was obvious, both knowing we had found the perfect partner for our lust, our love. I seemed to fit her perfectly, and had an ability to last exactly until her orgasm came. Stroking slow and deep, or fast and hard, her vagina seemed always able to match my rhythm. As our fluids spurted, our liquids mixed, flowing together to form ambrosial meal, a taste we soon both craved.

As the weekend flew by, we tried every possibility for pleasure, whether hands or toes or breasts or asses or mouths. There was no shyness or falseness between us, both recognizing we would never hurt the other.....

Two years later we're still together, our first child, Samantha, six months old, the two of us juggling our busy lives, I taking care of the baby as Kiss works hard to keep up in her classes. She'll be a Doctor one day, 

And yes Miss Kiss, 'yourkissistoxic.' 



Miss Kitty



My name is Kimberly Parker. I was a registered nurse in the pediatric ward of a local Austin hospital before all this happened. My typical uniform consisted of a pair of pink scrub pants and a top decorated with teddy bears, brightly colored balloons, cute zoo animals, etc. You get the idea. At 5'3" I'm not an intimidating figure even without the uniform. With it on I look positively ridiculous. 

I had just come off my late night shift and was on my way home. I'd missed dinner because we had an emergency on the floor so I was feeling pretty hungry. I pulled into the local 7-Eleven to load up on snacks and just as I was coming out this black dude grabbed my purse and took off running.

"Come back here you," I yelled. Shit! Why does everything have to happen to me? I dropped my bag of goodies and took off after him. Despite my short legs I was gaining on the bastard. I think he was kind of surprised I wasn't going to let him get away with this without a fight. He jumped on top of a short retaining wall and I was able to grab his ankle. He lost his balance, flipped over the wall and completely vanished. What the fuck! That's impossible!

I climbed up on the wall and jumped down the other side to look for him. I was immediately enveloped in total darkness. Dizzy. Disoriented. Falling. Before I had a chance to completely panic I landed on solid ground. I saw the cocksucker racing off, got up to follow him and stumbled over something. Hallelujah! It turned out to be my purse. The jerk must have dropped it when he fell.

I examined the contents. Everything was still in there including my pepper spray and my Glock 27. It fits pretty well in my small hand. A heck of lot of good it did me tonight but I knew if I ran into that thief again, I was going to use it to open up a second asshole for that guy to shit through.

I looked around to see where I was. I wasn't anywhere; at least anywhere that I knew about. I looked up and could see a hole just above me. Through I could see a street lamp and the 7-Eleven sign. I started yelling to attract someone's attention but that didn't work. Just when I thought to fire a round through the hole, it winked out and all I saw was the night sky. The entire world I knew had disappeared. Now I was beginning to panic. I pulled out my cell phone and hit the panic button. No signal.

I sat around for a while waiting for the hole to open up again but nothing doing. Well, this wasn't getting me anywhere but I had to know where I was in the first place to get anywhere else. I hope that made sense. I was starting to feel like Alice might have when she fell down the rabbit hole and landed in Wonderland but she wasn't the slightest bit scared. I was petrified. I stuck my pistol in my waistband and my pepper spray in the pocket of my top. I felt better prepared in case of more trouble. 

I decided to walk in the same direction I saw Mr. Shithead run in the hope he might know where the heck he was going but I lost his trail after about a hundred feet. So I wound up just wandering around looking for a house or a road or a sign but the only things I found were trees and brush. I was about to sit down to rest and wait for daylight when I heard the clip clop of horse hooves and I ran in the direction of the noise. I saw the figure of a man on horseback and he was riding my way.

"Yoohoo!" I called. "Kind sir?" The horse shied a bit and I heard the click of a gun hammer being cocked. I quickly raised my hands.

"I assure you I'm harmless," I said trying to hide my fright.

"Shut up," he ordered. I shut up. He kept me covered while he dismounted and then walked up to me. I avoided his eyes while he visually inspected me. Finally satisfied, the man holstered his weapon. He reached out with both hands and squeezed my boobs. 

"Ouch!" I'm no prude and I wouldn't have minded a gentle grope. But this guy was rough. I was going to be bruised there for sure. He certainly was no gentleman. Chivalry was an alien concept to him. I punched him in the snot locker with a palm heel fist. I heard the snap of cartilage and I knew I broke it. He stumbled back holding his injured beak.

"Bitch!" he screamed. "I'm gonna kill you for that!" He reached for his gun but I had mine already pulled. The round I fired struck him between the eyes and entered his brain case. There was no exit wound so the round must have done a good job rattling around in his skull destroying brain tissue. The man was dead before he slumped to the ground.

It was the first shot I ever fired in anger...or out of fear rather. Of course, I'd never killed a human being before either. I didn't feel bad about it though. Maybe it was because I was in shock. That didn't stop me from thinking. I knew I had to report this incident to the authorities. But who and where were the authorities? I still didn't know where I was. Was I still in Texas? I didn't have a chance to ask the man lying in the dirt in front of me. 

I started to get practical. I was tired of walking and the dead "gentleman" had no further use for his horse. I had gone horseback riding as a little girl but that was a long time ago. Still, I knew the basics. I didn't have any cash; only credit and debit cards. I figured if my cell phone didn't work here my plastic wouldn't either. I searched the man's body and found a money belt and a Bowie knife. There was another little gun in his boot so now I had three guns. I was collecting quite an arsenal. There was no identification and nothing else of interest or value. I dragged the body behind some bushes and mounted the horse.

"Giddyup," I said and the horse started moving in a leisurely pace. Why not? I wasn't in any hurry. The horse was still pointed in the same general direction that he was moving when I first saw him. I figured he knew where he was going even if I didn't. I just hoped he wasn't taking me into more danger. I wondered when the man I killed would be missed. Speaking of that, I wondered when I would be missed. I lived alone but my boyfriend came over regularly. The hospital would call when I didn't show for my next shift. My parents and my brothers would be frantic. My ex-husband wouldn't. Fortunately, I wasn't leaving any children or pets behind. 

I guess the shock began to wear off because I started to cry. I should have been sitting in front of the TV at this moment and munching on my snacks. Or crawling under my covers and getting a well deserved rest. Instead I was in the middle of nowhere playing cowboys and robbers. Or was that cowboys and Indians? I was sure if there were Indians around they'd be hostile. I lived next door to an Indian but he was from Mumbai. He was nice. I cried some more. I was hungry. I was thirsty. It was past my bedtime. My boobs were sore. I decided I hated horseback riding.

I must have dozed off a bit because the next thing I knew I was in the middle of a town. It looked like I was on a film location set for a Wild West movie. The horse was drinking from a water trough. I began to have an uneasy feeling I wasn't in my own time zone anymore. More likely it was the Twilight Zone. I dismounted and looked around. It was still dark out and the streets were deserted. I did see an open door and some lights. It turned out to be a saloon. The bartender gave me a surprised look when he saw me walk in. I couldn't blame him. I must have looked a sight. There wasn't anyone else that I could see. 

"We're closed," he said.

"Do you have any snacks for sale?"

"Snacks?"

"Food?"

"The hotel restaurant won't be open for three or four more hours."

"I'll take a Bloody Mary."

"What's that?"

"You don't know what a Bloody Mary is?" What kind of bartender doesn't know what a Bloody Mary is?

"Ma'am, we serve whiskey and we serve beer."

"Give me a whiskey."

"We don't serve women."

"What?" This was outrageous. I pointed to a woman walking down the stairs. "What is she, chopped liver?"

"She is the proprietress of this establishment," he replied in a loud voice. Then in a low urgent voice he said, "Get out for your own safety, Ma'am." Well, I must have been low on blood sugar but it was now obvious he was trying to warn me off. But I can be an obstinate bitch even so.

"What seems to be the problem, Bill," the woman asked. She was older than me and a tad shorter.

"Nothing, Ma'am," Bill replied. "I was just telling the lady we're closed."

"He also said you don't serve women." 

"Serve the lady what she wants."

"That'll be two bits," Bill said after pouring me a shot.

"It's on the house."

"Thank you kindly," I said and lifted my glass to the proprietress before taking a sip. It was nasty stuff but I smiled pleasantly while she looked me over.

"I had no idea the circus was coming to town."

"It's the greatest show on Earth. You're all invited." I took another sip.

"My name is Mrs. Turner."

"I'm Miss Parker." I took back my maiden name after I divorced my husband. The cheating bastard!

"I keep the good stuff upstairs. Will you join me?"

"I'd be happy to." I put my glass down on the bar and smiled at Bill. He looked sad and I wondered what I was getting myself into. Well, forewarned is forearmed as the saying goes. I joined Mrs. Turner and she led me into her office. There was a man in there sitting on a loveseat. He was well-dressed but looked like muscle. I had no doubt he was armed. He didn't stand when we entered and Mrs. Turner didn't introduce us. He also didn't speak but I could tell he was interested in my boobs. My rack is my best asset, I guess. I take a D cup and it's all natural without any sag. Well, without too much sag. I'm rather proud of the puppies. That's what men tend to look at first when they meet me.

Mrs. Turner turned her back to me to pour the drinks and my spider senses told me my drink was probably being spiked. I should have listened to the bartender. The woman handed me my drink and I promptly spilled it on myself. 

"How clumsy of me! I'm so sorry." The woman looked annoyed.

"I'll get you another," she said.

"Please don't bother. I just realized how the drink downstairs must have affected me. You see, I haven't eaten since yesterday. Perhaps I should call it a night. I'll check into the hotel, sleep until noon and then eat like a pig. I'll drop in for that drink tomorrow night. How does that sound?" I turned around but Big, Strong and Ugly was already blocking the door. I looked back at Mrs. Turner.

"I happen to know there's no circus within two hundred miles of here," she said. Mrs. Turner took a sip from her own glass. "I could use a fresh face with your obvious talents. (She was referring to my boobs, I bet.) Also, you're a stranger in these parts and I doubt anyone will miss you." I tried to look puzzled.

"Am I being offered a job here?"

"Yes you are, in a way," Mrs. Turner replied with a smile. "My associate here will train you in your new duties." I put on my biggest fake smile.

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place, Mrs. Turner? I sure could use the money. I think it'll be a great pleasure working for you." I held out my right hand as if I wanted to shake on the deal. I palmed my pepper spray in my left hand and caught her full in the face. She shrieked and covered her eyes. I turned and was able to spray Gruesome the same way as he rushed at me. He took a blind swing at me but I had already ducked down and stuck out the Bowie knife in the hope I stabbed something vital. I did. He grunted in pain and collapsed beside me. He was bleeding badly. From the site of the wound I surmised I punctured the femoral artery. He would bleed to death in less than four minutes. 

"Kill her," Mrs. Turner rasped. She was having trouble breathing as well as being blinded. 

"He can't help you, honey," I whispered in her ear. "He can't even help himself now." She was visibly startled to hear my voice...and it was so calm, too. I was ready to make my escape but where would I go? I'd be tracked down in no time. I needed money; a lot of it. There was a substantial looking safe behind her desk. 

"I need the combination to that safe," I said.

"Go to hell!" 

"Fine, but you're going to be completely blind for the rest of your life if I don't give you the antidote within the next ten minutes." She thought about it for a full minute before she gasped out the combination. I tried the combination and it worked.

"Oh my," I said. "Your saloon does very well. Thanks a lot."

"The antidote!" 

"The effects will begin to dissipate in about 30 minutes. You'll be very uncomfortable for the next several hours but you should be all right after that." It looked like her associate had stopped breathing.

"You won't live to spend a single penny of my money. I'll have you hunted down and I'll take great pleasure in killing you myself." I sighed deeply. I knew she was right. I had to dispose of all the witnesses. That included the bartender. That thought made me sad. Oh well. A couple of more killings would be on my conscience. 

I walked behind Mrs. Turner and covered her mouth with my hand. The woman gasped in fear. I think she realized she wasn't long for this world. I sliced open her carotid artery and allowed her to bleed to death. Killing was becoming easier for me. I was just glad I didn't have to use my gun. That would've alerted everyone.

I decided my next move would be to somehow lure the bartender up here without making him suspicious. There was a knock on the door and I pulled my pistol. It looked like Bill was going to save me some time.

"Come in." I didn't sound anything like Mrs. Turner but it was good enough for him to open the door. He was holding a bag I assumed held the night's receipts. He saw the gun pointed at him, dropped the bag and raised his hands. I motioned for him to sit down and he obeyed.

"Your boss and I had a little disagreement over a career move she wanted me to make." Bill nodded his head.

"Am I next?"

"You are a witness. Sorry." He nodded and got that sad look on his face again. I knew I couldn't kill him.

"Put your arms down, Bill. I'm not going to kill you yet. May I call you Bill?"

"If you want."

"I'm going to ask you some questions that might sound silly to you, but I'd appreciate you answering them."

"All right."

"What year is it?"

"The year is 1883." I was afraid of that. I had been thrown back in time.

"What is the name of this lovely town?"

"Poker Bluffs."

"What state are we in?"

"Texas."

"And where is Poker Bluffs in relation to Austin?"

"Austin is a hundred or so miles west of here." Well, I wasn't too far away from my hometown. But was it really my hometown? I mean I wouldn't even be born there for another century. I had to make some decisions and take some risks.

"What if I don't kill you?"

"I would be most grateful."

"How would you show your gratitude?"

"I suppose I'd have to report these deaths to the Sheriff. Of course, I'd say I didn't know who did the killings." I nodded. Bill had the right idea.

"What then?"

"I'd pack my bag and move on."

"Could you run this place by yourself?"

"Certainly, but it's not going to happen. This saloon is a money maker and I can imagine people with more money than me wanting to take over the place. They'd want their own people. Besides, I have this dream of maybe opening a saloon of my own." 

"Did the late Mrs. Turner have any heirs?"

"None that I know of. I don't think there was ever even a Mr. Turner in her life."

"I have a plan, but first we're going have to clean up this mess. Can I depend on you?" He nodded his head. I put away my gun and we shook on it. Well, I had to start trusting someone.

The Sheriff wasn't the ambitious sort. He spent his whole time arresting drunks and running for reelection. He'd never solved a crime or arrested an outlaw in his entire career. When faced with a murder investigation he was completely lost. He accepted Bill's explanations readily.

I was introduced as Mrs. Turner's cousin from Austin. I was newly arrived and my late lamented cousin's intention was to train me in the business and be her successor when she retired. Mrs. Turner's clothes fit me pretty well even though I did without a corset. Also, I stuck with my nursing shoes. Since the hems touched the floor no one would notice. I wore black. I looked like I'd been crying. It was easy to do that. All I had to do was put a drop of pepper spray under each eye. Damn! That stung!

The sheriff asked me if I had any proof I was Mrs. Turner's cousin. I told him I didn't but that dear cousin Alberta (that was her given name) had given me the combination to the safe and that must prove I was family. I demonstrated opening the safe. He was impressed! The Sheriff poked around in the safe but we had already removed what I think he was looking for. It wasn't money.

In Mrs. Turner's meticulous hand we found out whose hands were being greased and how much grease was being used. That included the Sheriff. Also included were some embarrassing revelations about some other elected officials. Armed with that information and some more of Mrs. Turner's grease, Bill was able to smooth the way to my takeover of the saloon. When it came time to sign the legal papers to transfer ownership I noticed Bill had had inserted a five percent ownership stake in the saloon for himself. He wasn't trying to hide it. I crossed it out. Bill noticed that right away.

"I think that's the least I've earned considering the work I've already done for you." He looked hurt and a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, but five percent?"

"Would three percent be asking too much?"

"I was thinking more in the lines of 35 percent." He looked aghast.

"Are you joking?"

"Of course I'm joking!" I wrote in a new percentage and initialed the correction. I signed the papers and handed them to the lawyer who was standing by.

"I'm the majority owner with 51 percent," I said. "What I say goes. Your share is 49 percent. Agreed?" Bill smiled. It was the first time I saw his smile since I met the man.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"You should smile more, Bill. You've got a nice smile." He did smile more and even blushed. It was so cute.

Well, I rechristened the establishment the "Long Branch Saloon" and started calling myself Miss Kitty. On a side note I named my horse Trigger. That was the extent of my contribution. Bill was the brains behind the outfit. I essentially apprenticed myself under him. He started making changes right away. For instance, he hired another bartender so he'd have more time to manage. He also banned the professional gamblers who he knew were card cheats. Bill suspected Mrs. Turner allowed the cheaters to set up shop in her saloon because she was receiving a kickback. His banning them effectively blackballed from the other area saloons. He bought a better brand of booze and charged the same. He said we were making plenty of profit just the same. He also brought in Mexican beer. Bill said it was more expensive but worth it. I don't drink beer so I took his word for it. 

I objected to the saloon girls working there being prostitutes but he insisted that that was the way things were. We wouldn't attract enough paying customers without the girls and the girls couldn't earn what they needed to without prostituting themselves. It was a cost of doing business but it added to the profits too. I supposed I didn't have a choice in the matter but I wasn't going to put up with any forced recruitment like Mrs. Turner tried to do with me. 

Bill agreed and said he always disapproved of a lot of Mrs. Turner's methods but there was nothing he could do about it then. We talked to the girls and explained the new way of doing business. A couple of girls told me they had been coerced into the trade but there was no going back as far as they were concerned. Their families had disowned them and they'd never attract a decent man given how they earned their living.




Miss Kitty



Greg heard the cursing first. 

He was dumping Halloween candy into a large bowl on the kitchen counter, with half an eye on the game on the TV, when 'damn bastard' filtered through the room. It was followed quickly by 'you ass' and 'I'm going to cut off your dick'. Curious, he carried the bowl with him to the front windows, where he pulled back on one of the curtains.

"What do you mean forgot?" The woman's voice had an edge to it, but the underlying husky tone had Greg ducking his head and trying to get a better look.

She staggered into view -- a vision in a skimpy black cat costume wobbling along on six inch black heels that gave Greg ideas. He winced as she explained, in great detail, how she was going to torture the guy at the other end of the phone call. Despite that, watching her long legs saunter topped by a tight little ass under a tiny black skirt with a bobbing tail had his cock swelling. When she turned in her pacing, Greg got a good look at her top and the swelling became a throbbing. 

Two wee little black triangles clung to her breasts, held on by several tight little strings. As she shifted the phone, wavering a little on her heels, her full breasts bobbed a little and Greg's mouth went dry. 

Okay, some guy's stupidity was going to be Greg's Halloween to remember. He opened the front door and set the bowl of candy on the front porch next to the door. "Trick or treat," he teased.

The woman gave a squeal, dropping her phone as she spun around...and lost her balance. Greg lunged forward to catch her arms before she fell. Startling blue eyes met his as brown curls spilled over her face and the cat ears on her head slid to one side. "Trick or treat," he repeated, his voice dropping. He let her get her feet again and then gently let her go.

"I believe that's my line," she pouted, stepping back and carefully stooping to pick up her phone. Greg was treated to a sweet view of tight bare ass with a tiny black thong as her skirt and tail flipped up. As she straightened and turned back to him, her pout (attractive as it was) changed to something wicked. Her eyes looked him down, up, and back down again.

"So...trick or treat," she purred, stepping close again, her hand stroking down his arm.

Greg grinned. He gave her the same look up and down, enjoying the view. "I think I'd like a treat," he growled, taking her hand and sliding it over his belt buckle. He watched her eyes darken as she licked full lips.

"Maybe we could go inside," she smiled, giving his buckle a little tug before trailing her fingers lower, over the bulge in his jeans, "So I could give you the...full experience."

Greg gestured with one hand. She sauntered by him -- marred by only a little wobble -- and into the apartment. Greg couldn't help the grin as he followed her inside.

As he closed the door behind his back, he watched the woman scan the apartment. She turned back to him with a sultry smirk. "Planning a solo football bash, huh?"

"At least I'm not chopping some guy's cock off," he retorted. She blushed and gave a breathy laugh.

"So neither of us are going to get the evening we planned," she murmured, taking slow steps forward until she reached him. She leaned into him, going up to tiptoe to let her mouth hover just barely below his. "I think it's going to work out pretty well, though."

Greg moved quickly, grabbing the back of her neck and crushing his mouth to hers. He swallowed her gasp as he tasted her, teasing her tongue with his as she slowly melted into him. Her arms circled his neck as she rubbed her body against his, her mouth hot and hungry against his. His pulse was throbbing throughout his body, his blood heating to boiling in minutes as they fed on each other.

Suddenly she pulled back. "I believe I'm supposed to be giving you a treat," she teased, wagging a finger at him. 

Greg grinned, then playfully nipped at the finger. "So get to it, Miss Kitty," he returned, lifting his arms and resting his open hands against the door.

With a laugh, the woman tugged his tee out of his pants and slid her hands under to stroke his belly. She made a wordless purr as she stroked over his tight abs. "Mmm," she added as she sank down to her knees. Her hands stroked down over his hips, his thighs, then she looked up at him, one hand sliding up and down over the bulge in his jeans. Her wide dark eyes sparkled at him. "Let's go to the bed," she purred, pressing a kiss to his fly, "So I can do this properly." Her head dipped and she lightly swirled her tongue over his crotch.

"By all means, Miss Kitty," Greg offered her his hand, pretending his groin wasn't aching like a bad tooth. She took his hand and gracefully stood, then allowed him to lead her through the living room to the bedroom. He winced a little at the unmade bed, but was eternally grateful that he'd done laundry just this morning.

"Why don't you get...comfortable," she said with a wave to the bed, "and, be sure that you're naked when I get back."

"Wait...get back?" Greg stammered, turning back from the bed.

"Silly boy," she purred, stroking her hands over his arms, his chest, "Just get comfy." Shaking his head, he allowed her to push him back until his knees hit the bed and he sat. She stepped back, cocking her head to one side and tapping her finger against her lips as she studied him. "Take off your shirt..."

Even as he peeled his tee over his head, she stepped away from the bed and slipped the band holding the cat ears away from her head. She set it on his dresser. He tossed the tee aside and started on the belt buckle, his eyes locked on hers as she reached behind to undo her top. The tiny scraps fell away to reveal tight rosy nipples that made his mouth water. He tugged open his jeans, his eyes hungrily watching her breasts thrust forward as she reached behind her back to unhook her skirt. He couldn't stop the sigh of relief as his cock surged free from the tight pants, but his attention was solely focused on the tiny black thong revealed when her skirt fell to her feet.

She took a step forward, cupping her breasts in her hands, lifting them, watching his eyes track the pale globes. "I believe I asked you to be naked when I came back to the bed," she pouted.

Greg shot to his feet and stripped off the rest of his clothes, his eyes hot on her body. "I'm ready, babe," he growled, dropping back down to the bed completely naked.

With a wicked smile, she sauntered forward. He leaned back on his hands, locking his elbows, enjoying the picture she made as she sank to her knees before him. Her hands stroked his thighs as she lowered her mouth. She began to lick the inside of his thighs, starting at his knees and moving up, switching back and forth between his legs as she pressed his legs wider with her hands. Greg's breath caught as she bent her head lower and gave him a light bite. His thick cock bobbed, fully erect and straining up from his groin. 

"Feels good," he growled. She gave him a quick grin.

"I'm just getting started," she whispered, sliding her hands to cup the base of his penis, her thumbs brushing over his balls and up the underside of his shaft. His eyes narrowed as his cock pulsed and swelled, his tip oozing precum. He focused on her mouth as her tongue darted out and caressed her bottom lip.

Greg held his breath as she lowered her head again and began to tease the base of his shaft with her tongue. She lapped at him, little flicks of her tongue up and around his impressive length. She made little humming noises as she stroked him like the kitty he'd called her in jest. 

Up and down, around and back, she tasted the salt of his skin, prolonging the anticipation for both of them as she slowly approached his fat head. Using her thumbs to push his length up towards his belly, she scraped her bottom teeth lightly under his head and he groaned. She followed with her tongue, then her teeth again, enjoying the way his body quivered. 

She paused a moment, watching the white cream bubble in his slit. Then, her eyes locked on his, she slid her tongue over his slit, tasting him. Greg clenched his jaw as the tip of her pink tongue teased him, flicking back and forth over his tip. He could see her pleasure in her eyes, her hunger for his taste. Man, this was one hot little kitty.

The woman slowly wrapped her lips around his head, her eyes still watching him. His groin ached as she pressed her lips down over him, then pulled back, her tongue teasing his top the whole time. Down, then up. Again and again until his body throbbed with his heartbeat and his thigh muscles burned from the tension. His balls tightened, his cock swelled to new limits, and the veins wrapping his shaft visibly pulsed. Damn, he was going to lose it... 

"Miss Kitty," he managed, reaching one hand towards her. Just as his hand brushed her hair, she popped him free of her mouth and he groaned hoarsely.

She gave him a wink as she wiggled her way to her feet. Turning her back to him, she hooked her fingers in her thong and wriggled her hips. Greg groaned as she slowly peeled the black satin down her legs, bending forward and spreading her legs so he could see her swollen pink folds. They glistened in the overhead light and, as she stepped free of the thong, parted to reveal her creamy pussy.

Before he could reach for her, she straightened and turned to face him again. She gestured at his legs with her hand. "Plump it up for me, baby," she purred, "I'd like to take you for a ride." She widened her stance and his eyes went to the little triangle of brown curls just above her shaved cunt.

Greg bit back the groan as he pulled his legs in, watching her ease onto hips lap with her knees spread. He felt her juices on his thighs as she leaned toward him and lightly licked his bottom lip. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft as she shifted forward, deepening the touch of her mouth on his to a kiss as she positioned herself and sank slowly onto his rigid cock. She settled inch by inch, her tight pussy rippling as his rod penetrated her. 

Their breath mingled as she pushed her hips down, enveloping his penis within her soft heat. Her juices dripped over his balls as she rocked, fitting him completely inside her body. As his head rubbed her core, she shuddered. Greg lifted one hand to stroke her breast as she began to ride, sliding her pussy up and down his cock.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned, her body arching, her breast pressing to his palm, as she used his rock-hard penis to stroke her cunt. Greg gave a little buck with his hips and she gasped as he surged deep. He began to thrust each time she sank down, making her gasp and shiver. He gave her a clenched-jaw smile as he enjoyed the quiver of her inner muscles along his shaft, like stroking fingers.

"I need more," she whimpered, grinding herself against him. His cock swelled inside her, adding to the friction as his hands shifted to cup her ass, lifting and lowering her on his cock. She began to shake, panting, as he fucked her hard.

"Cum for me," Greg growled, his hands moving to her hips, slamming her down as he thrust up. She threw back her head, her body arching, as pleasure spiraled up through her body. He clenched his jaw again, determined to feel her climax before cumming himself.

"Cum," he grunted.

"Yes..." Her voice was breathless, high, as her body clamped around his cock, coiling tighter as her body shook. A wordless cry came from her throat as she came, her cum enveloping him with heat. Her inner muscles worked his length greedily, milking him, making his balls clench.

Greg felt the bubble of release shoot up his shaft and he groaned from the gut as his cock erupted into her core. Again and again he ejaculated, grunting, his head tilted back as he savored the melting heat swept through his body. He quivered as he emptied himself into her.

"Oh, baby," she purred, wriggling her hips, milking every last drop of his pleasure, every last shudder through her own body, "What a delicious treat..."

"Happy Halloween, Miss Kitty," Greg managed as he let himself fall back on the bed, basking in the sated feeling.



Miss Kitty



That still didn't stop me from worrying about their health. Given my training in the health field I knew venereal disease and unwanted pregnancy was a constant danger. There was little to be done in this era but I tried to help. I told the girls if they wanted to work at the Long Branch Saloon they had to follow some health rules. That included having the customer wash his genitals first and then visually inspecting them for rashes or sores. Any evidence of disease would get him ejected and banned. It was the best that I could do under the circumstances. The girls had their own methods to avoid getting pregnant.

Bill started asking to see my Glock 27. He'd only seen the business end of it. He initially thought it was a derringer but I had definitely piqued his curiosity. I ignored his requests and I knew I had to put it away for safekeeping. Automatics hadn't been invented yet and it would raise too many other questions which I wasn't prepared to answer. 

The two men I'd killed had Colt .45 1873 Single Action Army revolvers with seven inch barrels. I found a gunsmith in town who was willing to trade both '73s and a little cash for a new "Shopkeeper" with a three and a half inch barrel. The Colt .45 is too big for a small woman but I was forced to learn on it by my daddy who was a gun buff so I was used to handling one; with both hands though. A leather smith constructed a shoulder holster I designed which I kept hidden by a light cloak I took to wearing. Mrs. Turner carried a derringer in her handbag so when I "inherited" that, I did the same.

A scattergun was kept under the bar for security and I persuaded Bill to get another one for office security and have the barrels and stock shortened. We didn't have a need for distance in a small office. Bill didn't know anyone he trusted enough to handle security upstairs. I had killed the previous one. His name was Luke. We rigged up a bell pull that would alert anyone in the office if there was trouble downstairs. Also, a special door knock would signal trouble. I taught him the "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock. Depending on the code, the one on the inside of the office would know approximately what to expect and how to prepare. We also rigged up a spy hole so that the saloon floor could be observed from the office.

One late Saturday night I was upstairs counting up the receipts when I heard the bell. I peeked through the spy hole and saw Bill, Sam, my new bartender and Mike, the swamper lying facedown on the floor. A masked man was covering them with a gun while two others were climbing the stairs where I was. It was closing time and all the drunks had been cleared out. I unlocked the door and brought out the shotgun. I trained the gun on the door and let them have it with both barrels when they burst in. In the excitement I aimed kind of high and the blast decapitated both of them. I jumped over the bodies but slipped on some gore and landed on my butt. That probably saved my life. Two rounds lodged into the wall behind me. I brought out my "Shopkeeper" and drilled two rounds through the chest of the other clown that shot at me.

"Are you guys all right," I shouted. "Is there anyone else I should be worrying about?" The three fellows were still on the floor and I was frantic for them but I didn't want to expose myself if there were more bad guys.

"We-we're all right, I think," I heard Bill stammer. "Are you all right?"

"The bad guys up here are dead." I finally saw my men moving. I raced down the stairs and threw myself into Bill's arms. I almost knocked him down.

"You had me so worried," I cried. 

"I had you worried? I was worried about you." The other two men were grinning at us. Bill noticed and got kind of embarrassed. He tried to ease me away but I stuck to him like a leech. I didn't care if he was embarrassed.

The two bodies upstairs couldn't be identified right away. Their faces had been too badly mangled. The third body was one of the professional gamblers Bill had banned. After a little investigation the other two turned out to be the other gamblers Bill had ousted. They had run into some bad luck and were going to finance their move to friendlier surroundings by robbing us. Their luck ran out permanently though. Tough shit!

Word got around that Miss Kitty at the Long Branch was no one to fuck with. Of course, being a saloon owner I was shunned by polite society. I didn't mind. I was mostly an agnostic so I didn't attend the local church services either. That doesn't mean I shunned them if I could be of help.

Women gossip and saloon girls are no different from other women. They made up things too claiming I was a physician once. Before you know it, I had people stopping me on the street asking me about their aches and pains. The one available physician wasn't in town much more than two days every two weeks because he had a wide territory to cover. Even though I denied I was a physician I started administering first aid for minor injuries and even some major injuries. I can't claim to have saved any lives but I probably did in the long run. That's because I stressed hygiene and infection prevention.

I finally met the local physician. He came into the Long Branch and introduced himself. Dr. Stone wasn't put out at all by my treating patients. In fact, he was grateful for the break it gave him. He was open to my suggestion that his patients would fare better if they were taught better hygiene and wound care. He said that a lot of the stuff I talked about like sterile dressings was unaffordable for a country physician.

"I'll buy the stuff you need." He looked long and hard at me as if he wasn't certain I was serious.

"I'll give you a list," he replied. I knew he was testing me. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when the stuff he asked for was waiting for him when he next arrived in town. There was a lot more than he asked for but I did exclude some remedies I knew to be bogus.

With Dr. Stone praising me like I was the second coming, the rest of the community started noticing me and ignoring my unsavory profession. Not that I really cared. Bill was happy. He said the investment was good for business.

One day I was walking back to the saloon from an errand. I saw some black folks walking toward me; two men and a woman. They stopped and stepped aside to let me pass. I hesitated as I passed the younger man. Somehow I knew him...or at least recognized him. I think he recognized me too because he started to run. I pulled my Shopkeeper.

"Freeze motherfucker!" I yelled. He froze. The woman screamed and the older man raised his hands.

"You two back off. This is between him and me. Down on the ground! Put your hands behind your head!" He obeyed. He was the purse snatcher at the 7-Eleven. I was attracting a crowd but I didn't care. The woman sprawled across his body and begged me not to kill him.

"Please, Ma'am," the older man said. "I don' know what he did to you but please don' shoot him. He don' deserve that, do he?"

"That's a matter of opinion. He stole from me." 

"Did you steal from this lady, boy? Cuz, if you did you is in a heap of a lot of trouble."

"She's wrong. I didn't steal from nobody."

"Could there be a mistake, Ma'am?"

"Anything's possible." I didn't think so though.

"My name's Joe," said the older man. "You be Miss Kitty from the Long Branch Saloon, ain'tcha? I heard good things about you."

"Miss Kitty? Long Branch Saloon? You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," said the kid on the ground.

"Now I'm certain," I said. Joe pulled the girl off and kicked the boy in the ribs. I was beginning to like Joe.

"You don't talk to a lady that way," said Joe. "He say his name is Jamal. What kind of a dang fool name is that, I ask you. We found him hidin' behind our chicken coop ravin' 'bout civil rights an' other crazy things. We figger he got into some bad likker."

"That'll do it," I allowed. 

"I dunno what he stole but he didn't have nothin' wit' him when we found him."

"He dropped it when he was running away from me. I got it back, but he caused an awful lot of trouble because of what he did."

"Well, is there any way he can make up for the trouble he caused? Without goin' to jail, I mean? You see, he got my daughter Sarah here in the family way. He say he will marry her when he finds a job but there ain't no jobs around."

I didn't feel like killing Jamal anymore lying there helpless. Unless he pissed me off again. But I just couldn't let him get away with what he did. I decided to make his life more miserable than it probably already was.

"I've got a job for him," I said.

"You do?"

"He can be the assistant swamper at the Long Branch."

"What's that," Jamal asked.

"Your job will be to clean the jakes out back and keep 'em clean."

"The jakes? You mean the outhouse? No fu-, uh no way am I gonna be a janitor." I cocked the hammer of my pistol.

"I'll do it. I'll do it."

Since Jamal now had a job, I didn't think there was any reason to delay the nuptials between him and Sarah. I even paid for the wedding. Sarah seemed like a sweet girl. I hoped she could straighten Jamal out. There wasn't going to be a honeymoon. The other thing I paid for was a photograph of the wedded couple and a separate photograph of Jamal. I told Jamal if he ever skipped out on me, I was going to have his picture plastered all over the country offering a substantial reward for his safe return. When I got him back I'd snip off his nuts before torturing him to death. I think the young man got the point. Bill never did ask me about Jamal. He did respect my privacy and I appreciated it.

I put Mike in charge of Jamal and told him not to let Jamal slack off for a minute. Mike liked the idea of being in charge of someone. He didn't let me down. Jamal's wages were paid directly to his father. I was finally getting some revenge. To my surprise, Jamal got along surprisingly well with the other guys and I even caught them on occasion talking and sharing a beer, but what could I do when one of the goof-offs with them was Bill?

I found out from Joe that one of the things Jamal was trying to do was teaching the R's (reading, writing and arithmetic) to the black children who were all pretty much illiterate; just like their parents. The trouble was that there were few books and other equipment to work with. I figured Jamal put Joe up to putting the touch on me but I didn't mind. I bought a whole bunch of stuff for the children and even gave Jamal time off in the morning to teach. They met in a shack which they called the Long Branch School. I thought Jamal was a good man underneath his bluster but there was no way I was going to go soft on him.

Bill didn't trust banks. One of the banks he dealt with had gone under. This was before the time of deposit insurance so he lost his savings. Banks were necessary for some transactions just the same and I was there to purchase a bank draft for some equipment we were ordering. 

I was waiting in line when three masked men walked in and ordered us all against the wall. Ironically, the Sheriff was there too. All the men were relieved of their weapons. Being a woman, they didn't think I was armed. I tried to slip my money pouch behind me but one of the hombres spotted it and ordered me to hand it over. That pissed me off to no end! I was standing slightly behind the Sheriff. I drew my Shopkeeper and waited for my chance. As soon as the three hombres were all together I let 'em have it. Three shots and three bad guys down. I walked outside, saw another masked man waiting with the horses and shot him down too. I walked back inside and picked up my money pouch.

"Can I get some service here," I yelled.

I don't know why I did it, but I told everyone that the Sheriff was the real hero. He had slipped me his hideout gun and stood in front of me to act as cover. The Sheriff didn't disabuse anyone of that notion. Needless to say, he didn't need to do much campaigning to get reelected. He was so grateful he stopped soliciting us for contributions. That made it worthwhile after all.

One morning I was sitting with the guys in the saloon. It was early and there were no customers. The saloon girls didn't start coming in until the afternoon. A short fellow walked up to us and tipped his hat.

"You are the woman known as Miss Kitty?"

"I am."

"My name is Mr. Gray. I have something to discuss with you in private."

"Can you give me a clue as to the topic, Mr. Gray?"

"It concerns an unfortunate incident outside the convenience store known as the 7-Eleven." Bill must have become alarmed at my reaction because he almost made a grab for Mr. Gray.

"It's all right, Bill. I have to talk to Mr. Gray alone. You guys go take a break."

"This concerns me too," said Jamal. "I wanna stay."

"That is acceptable," said Mr. Gray. Bill and the others moved away out of earshot but they certainly didn't leave. I think they were getting ready to shoot Mr. Gray at the slightest sign of a threat.

"Please sit down, Mr. Gray. May I offer you some refreshment?"

"No thank you. I cannot partake of Earth-based refreshments."

"Then I take it you're from another planet?"

"That is correct." Well, this was going to be interesting.

"So, what happened? How did we get here?"

"We were studying your present Earth culture as well as your past when our instrumentation mal-functioned and cause an anomaly; a time portal opened up. By the time we had it repaired you two had gone through the portal. We tried to recover you both but our instrumentation gave us many false readings. It took time to locate you. I am here to offer our abject apology and to take you back to your own time."

"What about me?" Jamal asked.

"That would be most inadvisable. The security video at the convenience store identified you as Miss Parker's assailant. The authorities assume you slew this woman, hid the body and are on the run. You have already been featured on the television program "America's Most Wanted"." 

"Oh Lord," Jamal muttered. "Well, how bad can it be? If Miss Kitty shows up alive and healthy, they'll know I didn't kill her."

"That is true," Mr. Gray replied. "However, there is a high probability you will still be incarcerated for quite a number of your Earth years, perhaps ten to twenty. Miss Perkins reappearance may be explained by a case of amnesia caused by a blow to the head and then the recovery of her memory."

"Couldn't you...no, I guess not." Jamal sighed and shook his head.

"You're doing okay here, Bubba," I said. "Besides, you have a wife...and a baby on the way. By the way, I'm letting you off the hook. You're no longer assistant swamper. I'll ask Bill to fund your teaching position at the Long Branch School so you can go at it full time." I was already making plans for my grand reappearance into the 21st century. 

"You're doing okay here too, ya know."

"I was never meant to be here. No one will miss me once I've gone." I signaled Bill to come over.

"Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine. Mr. Gray has offered me a ride home and I've decided to take him up on it. The Long Branch Saloon is now all yours."

"Well," Bill replied. "You slipped into Poker Bluffs mysteriously and you're slipping out just as mysteriously. You shall be missed."

"Thank you, kind sir."

"Austin is not that far away. Perhaps we can exchange visits soon."

"It ain't goin' to be that kinda goin' away, Bill," said Jamal. "Once she leaves that's it. She ain't comin' back no more and you can't visit her."

"If that's the case, Miss Kitty, then I bid you a fond farewell."

"Why don't you tell her what you told me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You do too know what I'm talkin' about."

"It's a moot point now, don't you think?"

"I don't know what word means, but if you don't tell her I will."

"I told you that in confidence."

"You did not. You didn't swear me to no secrecy."

"What are you two talking about?"

"Bill loves you."

"Jamal!"

"He wants to marry you."

"Damn you, Jamal."

"If he wasn't such a coward he would've proposed to you long ago."

"Is that true, Bill?"

"Yes! By god, it's true. I think I've loved you from the moment you walked into the saloon wearing that silly costume. I came to the office that night with the sole intent of killing Luke and Mrs. Turner because I knew what they intended for you. I was relieved to find those two already dead and you safe even as you told me I had to die also. There! I've said it. I love you and I will always love you even if I never see you again for the rest of my days. I'm very sorry to see you go."

"Who says I'm going anywhere? I can stay if I damn well please." I turned to Mr. Gray.

"We would prefer to take you out of this situation."

"And why is that?"

"You have displayed remarkably violent tendencies since your arrival. We fear you may kill someone not meant to die at that time and then the future might well be changed. That hasn't happened yet but it could happen the very next time."

"I promise not to kill anyone else."

"If you hold to that promise we will allow you to stay," said Mr. Gray. "If you do not we will have to resort to an involuntary relocation for you."

"I promise. I promise." I jumped out of my chair and ran into Bill's arms.

"I'm so glad I didn't kill you."

"I'm glad too, my dearest."

"So ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"Ask me to marry you."

"Will you marry me and be my wife?"

"I've got witnesses to your proposal. Do you realize that?"

"I most certainly do."

"Well, the answer is yes, I'll marry you. When?"

"Today, if you want. I'll find someone to marry us right away." I kissed Bill right on the lips. His face turned a bright red but he returned my kiss. It was so cute. We got married that very same day.

Well, in order to keep my promise to Mr. Gray, I realized I had to retire from the Long Branch Saloon. Bill is managing the saloon but he is looking to sell out and get something smaller so he can spend more time with me and the children. Jamal is doing well as a teacher. Jamal's wife Sarah cooks and keeps house for me. Joe helps out too. If you're reading this, it is some time in 2010 or later and I am long dead. With the exception of my family, I don't believe I've missed much by staying behind in the 19th century...except maybe some of the goodies from the 7-Eleven.