CHAPTER 12
"I’ll have a drink," said the sheriff. Grizzard the Rip put down a shot glass and a bottle of whisky. Whore Betty sat at his side and rubbed his arm.
"They’ll be back for you, sweetheart," she said.
"I know," the sheriff replied. "But if they do, they’ll be askin’ fer trouble."
"They’ll kill you dead as dead," said Whore Betty.
"Well," said the sheriff, "They’ll have to get through me to do that." He poured a shot and downed it in a single gulp. "And stop rubbin’ my arm, you bitch."
She pulled her hand back. She poured herself a shot from the sheriff’s glass and sunk it like a man.
"You think you’re hard," she said, "But I know that inside, you’re like a little child needin’ a mother. Why won’t you let me be that mother to you, Useless. I’d even let you nurse on me."
"Betty," said the sheriff, "the last thing I need in my mouth is a squirtin’ titty. You women are all alike. You think you can bat your eyes and smooch them pretty little lips and a man just crumbles under your almighty power. Well, sugar, I’m here to tell you that it ain’t true. A man goes out into the wild and catches an animal. You women ‘sposed to stay in the kitchen and cook it, where you belong. Tend to the baby’s dirty diaper an’ sew yerself a sweater. Gossip with the wives and fetch me a beer. That’s yore lot in life. That’s why God made you weak and lowly."
Betty batted her eyes and smooched her lips. The sheriff had another shot and grabbed the bottle.
"Mother, let’s eat," he said, crumbling under her almighty power, and then they walked up the stairs.
He unstrapped his guns. She took off her blouse. He dropped his pants. She loosened her bra. He pulled off his boots. She unsnapped a garter. He took off his shirt and hat. She unsnapped the other garter.
"Shit, lady," he said. "I’m all undressed and you ain’t even got one piece of skin out yet."
"Just relax." She said. She undid her girdle. She slowly pulled off a stocking. He grabbed his throbbing blood stick around the neck and began to shake.
"Let’s go. Let’s go."
"Be romantic," she said. "Romance takes time." She pulled off her other stocking. Then she took off her shoe.
"How’d you get yore stocking off before your shoe?" He asked.
"That’s none of your affair," she replied. "A woman’s got to have mystery." She took off her bra revealing another one. She took off that one and beneath it, was a smaller bra. Then she took off the smaller bra, and there was a tiny bra. Then she took that off too.
"I like a flat woman," said the sheriff. "Get to it. Jump on the train." He yanked on his organ and it played a song.
"Just one more thing, my darling, and the passion is all ours." She reached into her vagina and pulled out a gun. She put it on the table.
"Good thing I didn’t jump right in there," he said. He was pulling furiously now. "Lady, before Christ comes back to town, let’s git to fuckin’!"
"Okay, Mister sheriff man, time to get busy." And as she made to move toward him for the first kiss, he shot his load on the dirty floor, all six barrels, and he fell to his knees crying.
"Goddamn the stars and moon. That’s all I got."
"Oh, honey," she said.
"Nope. That’s the end of it. Shit!" He put his hands in his face. "What kind of a sheriff am I?" He asked. She got on her knees with him and hugged him as hard as she could.
"You’re a good sheriff," Betty said. "You saved our town. You stopped the thieves. You brung us law and order when we ain’t had none before. That’s all a sheriff needs to be." She lightly kissed him on the ear. He looked up into her eyes with his tearful own.
"Lady," he said, "My dick is as tiny as a pea now. I ain’t got nothing to be proud of with you, here, tonight."
"No, no," she said reassuringly. "We’ll get him up again. We’ll do it together, like two people who’s in love."
"He ain’t coming back ‘till tomorrow."
"Sure he is." She got a feather from her dress and began to tickle his butthole. "Is that workin’?" He looked down and his pink dinky finger wasn’t dancing so much as dripping, its sorry package of balls stuck against his thigh.
"Looks sickly," he said. "Maybe if you try sticking that whip handle up in there, it might do something." She pulled the whip off the bed post and moistened the handle with her wet hot mouth. Then she got it in her fist and rammed it inside his hole.
"How’s that?" she asked.
"There’s something coming, but I’m not sure about it. Can you do the feather and the whip at the same time?" Whore Betty knew all to well how to do the feather and the whip at the same time, and as an added feature, she lightly blew on his tightening sack.
"I feel a tingle." He said. "Maybe there’s a tingle."
"You’ll be proud again," Betty said. "I’ve got my honor as a whore to defend."
"Can you put some jelly on it?" he asked. "I bet with some jelly, he’ll jump right up." She got a container of shoe wax from the table and rubbed it in.
"Looks like a black man’s pecker." She said. "Now it’ll get big." And sure enough, there was a rise. A good inch grew out, like an eel venturing from a hole in a coral reef, it’s angry green mouth and teeth awaiting an ignorant fish.
"There he goes. He likes it, Betty. Do you have a clothespin?"
"I do," she said. "Right here in my basket." She reached into her basket and got the clothespin.
"Pinch it on my tit," the sheriff said. "Pinch it on there good and hard." She did so, and gave it a little twist. His cock grew another half inch. He was slowly reaching his full four, and he began to smile.
"You like that?" She asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "What do you charge for this?" With her crafty hands, she grabbed several more clothespins and clamped them on his other tit.
"Ooo, that’s good. What else you got?"
"Well," said Betty, looking over her collection of Western sex toys, there’s a leather harness that hooks up to the roof. I could strap you in there with your legs spread open and smack you with a riding crop."
"That sounds good. I think I might get hard enough to put it in you. Let’s set it up." Betty got the equipment and fastened the latch to a clamp in the ceiling. She helped the sheriff get into the straps so that he was suspended. Then, she attached a post to his ankles so his legs were spread, and this provided clear access to his ass, which had the whip hanging out of it like a tail.
"Hot wax," said the sheriff. "That’ll do the trick. I got a feeling." Betty got a thick candle which had been burning and she let it drip on his chest and legs. He moaned in pleasure. "Git it on my face. I like it on my face," he said between moans. She did as he asked and his face was covered in clumps of red ooze.
"Tie a brick to it," he said. He was thrusting his hips. "Tie a brick to it, and if that don’t make it big again, I don’t know what will." Whore betty got a brick and a rope. She tied one end of the rope to the brick, and the other end of the rope to his prick. Then she let the brick hang, and sure enough, the dick extended not four inches, but five!
"I’m proud again!" The sheriff was shouting. "I’m proud! I’m proud! Look at me, Betty, I’m proud!"
Suddenly, the door burst and just as the sheriff began ejaculating thick ropes of steaming cum, Old Elmira Pennington walked in. She stood aghast with her mouth and eyes open wide when she saw the town sheriff hanging naked from a harness with his legs spread, his black five inch dick tied to a brick, his face covered in clumps of red wax, clothespins clamped to his nipples, and a whip hanging out of his ass.
"Yes?" said the sheriff.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence. Then, Old Mrs. Pennington spoke.
"One of them gun men is waitin’ on you out in the town square fer a showdown," she said.
"I’ll be right down there in a minute," the sheriff replied.
Mrs. Pennington carefully backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Don’t go," said Whore Betty. "I don’t want to lose a good man." And then she said, "I love you."
"Woman," said the sheriff, "that’s the only reason TO go. He swung gently in his harness. "Now if you’d kindly get me out of this shit, I’d appreciate it."
She blew out the candle.
"I’ll have a drink," said the sheriff. Grizzard the Rip put down a shot glass and a bottle of whisky. Whore Betty sat at his side and rubbed his arm.
"They’ll be back for you, sweetheart," she said.
"I know," the sheriff replied. "But if they do, they’ll be askin’ fer trouble."
"They’ll kill you dead as dead," said Whore Betty.
"Well," said the sheriff, "They’ll have to get through me to do that." He poured a shot and downed it in a single gulp. "And stop rubbin’ my arm, you bitch."
She pulled her hand back. She poured herself a shot from the sheriff’s glass and sunk it like a man.
"You think you’re hard," she said, "But I know that inside, you’re like a little child needin’ a mother. Why won’t you let me be that mother to you, Useless. I’d even let you nurse on me."
"Betty," said the sheriff, "the last thing I need in my mouth is a squirtin’ titty. You women are all alike. You think you can bat your eyes and smooch them pretty little lips and a man just crumbles under your almighty power. Well, sugar, I’m here to tell you that it ain’t true. A man goes out into the wild and catches an animal. You women ‘sposed to stay in the kitchen and cook it, where you belong. Tend to the baby’s dirty diaper an’ sew yerself a sweater. Gossip with the wives and fetch me a beer. That’s yore lot in life. That’s why God made you weak and lowly."
Betty batted her eyes and smooched her lips. The sheriff had another shot and grabbed the bottle.
"Mother, let’s eat," he said, crumbling under her almighty power, and then they walked up the stairs.
He unstrapped his guns. She took off her blouse. He dropped his pants. She loosened her bra. He pulled off his boots. She unsnapped a garter. He took off his shirt and hat. She unsnapped the other garter.
"Shit, lady," he said. "I’m all undressed and you ain’t even got one piece of skin out yet."
"Just relax." She said. She undid her girdle. She slowly pulled off a stocking. He grabbed his throbbing blood stick around the neck and began to shake.
"Let’s go. Let’s go."
"Be romantic," she said. "Romance takes time." She pulled off her other stocking. Then she took off her shoe.
"How’d you get yore stocking off before your shoe?" He asked.
"That’s none of your affair," she replied. "A woman’s got to have mystery." She took off her bra revealing another one. She took off that one and beneath it, was a smaller bra. Then she took off the smaller bra, and there was a tiny bra. Then she took that off too.
"I like a flat woman," said the sheriff. "Get to it. Jump on the train." He yanked on his organ and it played a song.
"Just one more thing, my darling, and the passion is all ours." She reached into her vagina and pulled out a gun. She put it on the table.
"Good thing I didn’t jump right in there," he said. He was pulling furiously now. "Lady, before Christ comes back to town, let’s git to fuckin’!"
"Okay, Mister sheriff man, time to get busy." And as she made to move toward him for the first kiss, he shot his load on the dirty floor, all six barrels, and he fell to his knees crying.
"Goddamn the stars and moon. That’s all I got."
"Oh, honey," she said.
"Nope. That’s the end of it. Shit!" He put his hands in his face. "What kind of a sheriff am I?" He asked. She got on her knees with him and hugged him as hard as she could.
"You’re a good sheriff," Betty said. "You saved our town. You stopped the thieves. You brung us law and order when we ain’t had none before. That’s all a sheriff needs to be." She lightly kissed him on the ear. He looked up into her eyes with his tearful own.
"Lady," he said, "My dick is as tiny as a pea now. I ain’t got nothing to be proud of with you, here, tonight."
"No, no," she said reassuringly. "We’ll get him up again. We’ll do it together, like two people who’s in love."
"He ain’t coming back ‘till tomorrow."
"Sure he is." She got a feather from her dress and began to tickle his butthole. "Is that workin’?" He looked down and his pink dinky finger wasn’t dancing so much as dripping, its sorry package of balls stuck against his thigh.
"Looks sickly," he said. "Maybe if you try sticking that whip handle up in there, it might do something." She pulled the whip off the bed post and moistened the handle with her wet hot mouth. Then she got it in her fist and rammed it inside his hole.
"How’s that?" she asked.
"There’s something coming, but I’m not sure about it. Can you do the feather and the whip at the same time?" Whore Betty knew all to well how to do the feather and the whip at the same time, and as an added feature, she lightly blew on his tightening sack.
"I feel a tingle." He said. "Maybe there’s a tingle."
"You’ll be proud again," Betty said. "I’ve got my honor as a whore to defend."
"Can you put some jelly on it?" he asked. "I bet with some jelly, he’ll jump right up." She got a container of shoe wax from the table and rubbed it in.
"Looks like a black man’s pecker." She said. "Now it’ll get big." And sure enough, there was a rise. A good inch grew out, like an eel venturing from a hole in a coral reef, it’s angry green mouth and teeth awaiting an ignorant fish.
"There he goes. He likes it, Betty. Do you have a clothespin?"
"I do," she said. "Right here in my basket." She reached into her basket and got the clothespin.
"Pinch it on my tit," the sheriff said. "Pinch it on there good and hard." She did so, and gave it a little twist. His cock grew another half inch. He was slowly reaching his full four, and he began to smile.
"You like that?" She asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "What do you charge for this?" With her crafty hands, she grabbed several more clothespins and clamped them on his other tit.
"Ooo, that’s good. What else you got?"
"Well," said Betty, looking over her collection of Western sex toys, there’s a leather harness that hooks up to the roof. I could strap you in there with your legs spread open and smack you with a riding crop."
"That sounds good. I think I might get hard enough to put it in you. Let’s set it up." Betty got the equipment and fastened the latch to a clamp in the ceiling. She helped the sheriff get into the straps so that he was suspended. Then, she attached a post to his ankles so his legs were spread, and this provided clear access to his ass, which had the whip hanging out of it like a tail.
"Hot wax," said the sheriff. "That’ll do the trick. I got a feeling." Betty got a thick candle which had been burning and she let it drip on his chest and legs. He moaned in pleasure. "Git it on my face. I like it on my face," he said between moans. She did as he asked and his face was covered in clumps of red ooze.
"Tie a brick to it," he said. He was thrusting his hips. "Tie a brick to it, and if that don’t make it big again, I don’t know what will." Whore betty got a brick and a rope. She tied one end of the rope to the brick, and the other end of the rope to his prick. Then she let the brick hang, and sure enough, the dick extended not four inches, but five!
"I’m proud again!" The sheriff was shouting. "I’m proud! I’m proud! Look at me, Betty, I’m proud!"
Suddenly, the door burst and just as the sheriff began ejaculating thick ropes of steaming cum, Old Elmira Pennington walked in. She stood aghast with her mouth and eyes open wide when she saw the town sheriff hanging naked from a harness with his legs spread, his black five inch dick tied to a brick, his face covered in clumps of red wax, clothespins clamped to his nipples, and a whip hanging out of his ass.
"Yes?" said the sheriff.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence. Then, Old Mrs. Pennington spoke.
"One of them gun men is waitin’ on you out in the town square fer a showdown," she said.
"I’ll be right down there in a minute," the sheriff replied.
Mrs. Pennington carefully backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Don’t go," said Whore Betty. "I don’t want to lose a good man." And then she said, "I love you."
"Woman," said the sheriff, "that’s the only reason TO go. He swung gently in his harness. "Now if you’d kindly get me out of this shit, I’d appreciate it."
She blew out the candle.