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A Broken Heart, A New Life (Life x Nurse)

"Sweet Jesus, a woman like this only comes aloung once a lifetime," Billy thought to himself in a silent prayer. She was hot and wanting for him, and Billy was happy to oblige. "You change yer tune fast girl." His fingers once again move over her pussy, circling just around the lips before he suddenly captured her engorged cit between two fingers and rubbed. "You want to be touched? You want my cock inside you?"

Pulling away again he sat on his knees, his crotch out and waiting for her. "You should know how this works. Pull it out and give me a little suckle. Do a good job and maybe I'll finish you off." He was loving this torture of her. She was a little nympho in every way and by God he was going to enjoy her for a long time to come.
 
Lucy had just about lost her mind. She wasn't in control of herself anymore, and she wasn't trying to be. It was so much easier to just allow herself to do what he said and enjoy what he did rather than keep to the morals she had, or used to have. She wondered if this was how working girls became that way. They were beaten down out of their morals so they gave up everything and just became saloon whores. She hoped not, or that was where she was going to end up.

When he presented his cock to her and told him to suckle it, she sat up and then crawled forward, her mouth nearly devouring his cock. She wrapped her lips around it tightly and immediately began to bob her head up and down, desperate to please him so that he would let her have hers.
 
Billy could have died right then because he was sure this was as close to heaven as he could get. "Hmm, you love that cock don't you? Yeah, suck on it like a good girl." He petted her hair, watching her as she bobbed up and down on his cock like a professional. His lips sent waves of lighting up his spine as she sucked his sensitive organ and he knew that just a few more minutes of this and he would come all over her face. He wasn't about to waste it like that though, he liked the feel of a womans pussy clamping down on him as he came.

"You this inside you?" he asked, voice hoarse with lust. "Beg me for it, I want to here how much you want it." He pulled himself out of her mouth and stood over her, feeling like a king looking over his possession. The other gang members didn't even exist right now, all there was was him and her.
 
She actually almost whimpered when he pulled out of her mouth. Though she'd only been at it for a few moments, she'd gotten into a steady rhythm while sucking him off and was really into it. That happened to her sometimes when she was doing some sexual. She'd get so absorbed in whatever she was doing that she'd actually forget about everything else. She looked up at him as he stood over her, his cock looming there like a golden prize. He wanted her to beg for it. She might not have done it if the other gang members had been there, but like for him, the other gang members didn't exist. It was almost like Billy and Lucy were meant to be together.

"Please, Billy." she pouted, starting off slowly. "Please give me your cock? Let me have it inside of me. I want it so badly," she cooed at him, her voice purring seductively and earnestly. "I need it inside of me. You're the only one that can make me orgasm. I need you,"
 
The scowling little girl that he had woken up to was gone and replaced with this insatiable sex kitten. Someone up their must like him for something because he couldn't think of any reason he deserved a woman like this, not that it was going to stop him from screwing her every chance he got.

There was no more time for talk. Billy pushed her back on to the ground, kissing her deeply and taking full control. He had never been this turned on in the morning before, if felt like he was on fire and the only way to put it out was the beauty below him. He wasted no time in guiding his shaft to her dripping pussy and thrusting home, moaning into her mouth as he did and grasping her hips tightly.
 
Sometimes Lucy felt like she was two different people. She was regular Lucy, who washed clothes, kept the house clean, and cooked the meals but she could turn into sexy Lucy at almost the drop of a hat. Her husband had learned her triggers fast, and it seemed that Billy was learning them now too. When Lucy got set off in a sexual direction, it didn't take her long to become completely immersed in it. The difference was that once she was feeling like this, she usually stayed that way for awhile. Lucy couldn't be turned off as quickly as she could on.

She groaned when Billy pushed her back and she fell against the hard ground. It hurt a little bit as rocks bit into her back, but she didn't care. She arched her back when he kissed her and she passionately kissed him back, craving his touch now. When he thrust deep inside of her she too moaned, directly into his mouth. It was a marvelous feeling and her muscles clamped down on him in earnest welcome.
 
Billy was thrusting like a madman, his ass moving up and down as the sun rose over the land, loving every second of it. His mind was going a mile a minute with the little vixen beneath him, every thought going into fucking her and how he was never going to let her go. She had turned from a shy girl to a sex-kitten at the drop of a hat and he could see how much money he stood to make off of her. He had a high-ranking whore with him here, and he was going to ride her for all she was worth.

"You're my little whore, aren't you?" he hissed at her, but not like Johny had done. The way he said it made it seem like something to be proud of, like it was something he loved about her. "You just love getting fucked don't you? With your husband dead you need cock, crave it!"
 
The strange thing about the way Lucy was feeling was that she didn't feel like a whore at all. When she was caught up in the moment she forgot about her husband, she forgot about everything except pleasure. She nodded her head and opened her mouth to agree with him, to say yes she was his whore, when he mentioned her dead husband. She suddenly stopped moving and opened her eyes, looking at him. She stared at him for a moment, as if she was completely surprised that Billy wasn't her husband.

She stayed still for a couple of moments but Billy was still pumping in and out of her wildly. "Yes...I love getting fucked," she said softly, then leaning up and kissing him passionately. She moaned into his mouth and wriggled a little, feeling her orgasm reaching it's peak. She'd been sedated by his mention of her husband, and yet, she was still completely into him.
 
Billy returned her kiss with enthusiasm, moving his tongue past her lips and running it over her own. He wanted to touch her all over, hold her down and just pound away for the rest of the morning. He could have fucked her into the day as the sun rose over their sweating bodies, but the kind of pleasure he was feeling was to good to hold anything back.

His orgasm came on hard, every muscle going tight as he let out a groan. His cock slammed all the way inside of her, spraying her insides with hot, fertile seed. The entire time he looked strait into her eyes, never once looking away as he rode it out with her.
 
Lucy let out a passionate whimper as they came together, feeling her juices coat him and his spray up deep inside of her. She kept his gaze, never dreaming of looking away (though she probably couldn't have even if she tried), though her face twisted a little in the throes of her passion. She tightened her legs around him, feeling him so deep inside of her that they were almost one. It was amazing. Slowly her passion began to die down, and her breathing returned to normal. Her legs slackened around him and then eventually dropped, laying back down on the ground.

She lifted a hand and stroked his cheek gently. A large part of her believed that he wouldn't really be a bad man. If he was so bad, then how could he make her feel so good? But he'd made her do so many bad things already, he'd made her sleep with other men and service even more. She didn't know what to think about him.
 
He almost crushed her with his weight as his arms gave out. He lay panting over her, his body super-sensitive and feeling electric against her body. He kissed her cheek gently, almost forgetting for a moment their position. Of course, in this gang just moments don't last.

"Well ain't that a purty sight to wake up to," Otis laughed as he walked past the lovers. "You're gonna tire yourself out fucking so early in the morning Billy."

"Lay off you rat bastard," Billy swore back at him with a smirk, ruining the moment. "You're one to fucking talk, I remember you couldn't keep your hand off that little filly we had back in Mexico."

Otis's eyes seemed to brighten at the memory and he waved Billy off, going over to ready his horse. Billy sat up , pulling out his softening penis from her warm, wet body and pulling up his pants. "You best get yourself ready darling. You get seen like that by the others they're gonna wanna take you like they did last night."
 
Lucy's face turned a deep red color when she heard Otis' voice. She heard him before she saw him and her body froze. A wave of shame washed over her as she remembered that they were out in the middle of the desert, on the hard dirty ground, and most importantly, they weren't alone.

As soon as Billy got off of her and warned her of the others, she sprung into action. She grabbed her petticoat and pulled them back up to hide her womanhood. She was disgusted at how filthy and gross her clothing was now, something would have to be done about that. A few more days and the fabric would just fall to pieces. She sat up and laced her front-tie corset up as quickly as she could and then buttoned her dress up as high as she could. Unfortunately, more buttons had been flung off since the day before and her cleavage was pretty obvious to anyone who cared to look.

She stood up then and stretched a little, feeling incredibly sore now that she was upright. She glanced down at the tree and the rope still tied to it, remembering how she'd been 'leashed' to it for the night.
 
The rest of the gang was up and about, readying to take off. It wasn't long before everything was packed away and ready, these boys well-used to picking up quick and high-tailing it out of an area. They paid Lucy little mind save for a few looks. Right now it was time to ride the horses, not the women.

"Alright then," Billy called out as he untied the rope that had leashed Lucy the night before. "Time for us to get going." Turning to Lucy he held up the rope and grinned. "Now, I can tie up those pretty wrists of yours and throw you over the side of my horse, but that don't seem mighty comfortable. So how's about you just mosey on up there like a good girl and we can hit the trail?"

Leaning closer to her he gave her a wink. "Unless your still not satisfied from our little playtime. I'm sure Johnny would love to help you out there..."
 
She shot Billy an evil glance and walked over to his horse. Their playtime? She was angry at herself that she couldn't even refute that comment. It had been playtime, and she had loved it. Her face flushed a deep red at the thought of that. She'd loved it. But she wouldn't love it if Johnny laid a hand on her. She patted the horse's neck gently and then shoved one heel in the stirrup and hoisted herself up, by herself.

She glared down at him from the horse, petting it's mane gently. "Are you going to get up here, or what?" she was feeling testy again and didn't really want to take any crap from him. She knew he was going to give her some though. Either that or try to make her horny again.
 
Billy whistled in mock hurt as she glared at him. Otis and the others, save for Joe, laughed at the exchange. Not many people could talk to Ol' Gravestone like that and get away with it, but Billy was seeing this as just a bit of foreplay and not even remotely a threat.

Climbing up himself Billy pressed his chest up against her back, his crotch tight against her ass. "You're a little wildcat aren't you? Maybe we oughta trim those claws of yours." Taking the reins in one hand he grabbed her breast with the other, giving a it a squeeze before laughing and setting the horse off. The others came up behind him, ready to follow there leader wherever he went. "Just hold tight darling, and let old Billy take care of ya," he whispered in her ear."
 
She gritted her teeth when he jumped up behind her and pressed his chest and crotch up against her. She growled softly when he groped her breast and immediately set off. She inevitably bounced up and down on the horse, but she held the horse's main tightly without hurting the gentle beast.

"You're doing a swell job of taking care of me, you ass." she growled, bolding lifting a hand and trying to pry his hand off of her breast. She began to slip though and she yelped, grabbing hold of the horse's mane again.
 
The horse seemed a little annoyed at having to carry the extra load, but Billy was an experienced enough rider to know how to get his horse moving and keep him sated. When Lucy started slipped he quickly let go of her breast and wrapped his hand around her waist, holding her close to him while still keeping the horse going on the right path with his other arm. "Careful now miss," he told her. "Wouldn't want you getting trampled now would we?"

They rode like that for several hours, finally coming to a rest at around noon by a ridge that would afford them some shade and a place to hide. The men all came to stop, enjoying the shade and stretching their legs. Eating bits of jerky they didn't say much, not seeing much to talk about. Billy helped Lucy off the horse, giving her some of his jerky so she wouldn't be passing out anytime soon.

"So," Billy asked her as he handed her a canteen. "Sun treating you well? Got to keep your strength up in this weather.
 
"Maybe I should get trampled," she mumbled to herself when he wrapped his arm around her waist. At least he wasn't groping her anymore, even if she was technically closer to him now than she had been before. She drifted off to sleep a few times during the few hours of riding, as there was literally nothing else for her to do.

When they finally stopped she let Billy help her off of the horse, mostly so that she wouldn't fall off of her face. She gathered the dress around her the best she could, but the only thing hiding her breasts at this point was her corset. Thank god she had her bloomers too, or she'd just be naked there in front of them. She plopped down on the ground, as far away as she could get from the others without them getting too suspicious, and eating the jerky silently.

"I'm fine," she growled, drawing her legs up close to her. She hoped Billy wouldn't try to sit next to her or charm her into doing something for him, but that was probably what he was going to do.
 
"Hey boss!" Johnny called out in a hushed voice, "we got company!"

The gang all turned to look at Johnny who had his six-shooter drawn and was peering over the other side of the ridge. Billy crawled up to him, taking a look and spying a couple wagons with several men milling about, obviously some kind of merchant or supply wagon. It was a really tempting target, but Billy couldn't miss the rifles that each of them carried.

"What are we gonna do?" Johnny hissed at him, itching for a fight. Billy scratched his chin, thinking it over. He looked over his men, taking stock of their weapons and strengths before he laid eyes on Lucy, his face suddenly lighting up in an idea.

"Lucy," he said with a smile. "How would you like to get a new set of clothes. Those ones look like the only thing holding them together is dirt."
 
Lucy's eyes widened a little when Johnny said they had company. Her entire face fell, she had no idea what it was. Lawmen? A family? Cowboys? Her jaw dropped when Billy turned to her and asked her if she'd like a new set of clothes. Was it a family then? Who else could they steal clothes off of?

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to hide her tattered clothing from him. "Huh? Why? I'm not going to go lure some fresh meat from you, if that's what you're talking about." she growled at him bitterly, though the idea of new clothes really did intrigue her.
 
Billy strolled over to her and placed his arm around her shoulders, holding her to him. "Lucy, don't be like that. You have a prime opportunity here to help yourself and some poor unlucky fellas out." He slowly moved her over to the ridge to where they could see the wagons and the men walking about them, obviously taking a rest like his gang was.

"We're going after them," Billy told her, keeping his voice low and their heads down. "You can help us out here by going down there and lowering their distracting them a bit. Just tell them you've been lost in the desert an keep their attention. With those pretty eyes of yours it won't be any trouble at all."

He pulled her back and made her look at his gang again and the variety of guns they had. "If you don't we're going to have to do it the old fashioned way and that lot will end up dead. You don't want that do ya? This way, no one gets killed and you get some new clothes. I'm sure they have some in their, looks like a supply wagon."
 
She looked down the ridge at the gang of men walking around with their rifles. They looked amazingly similar to the gang she was with right now. Would she be any better off with them? Probably not. Lower their distractions a little bit. She narrowed her eyes some more and pulled herself away from him a little bit.

"What do I have to do?" she spoke slowly, carefully, trying not to agree anything too horrible, "I...I don't have to let them...touch me, do I?" she asked, trying to appeal to whatever possessive nature he might have over her. He might be able to let his own men screw her, but would he let total strangers?
 
Billy smirked, knowing he was getting past her defenses. "Just loosen them up a bit, maybe let them get a feel in. When they're all distracted we'll move in." He cupped her chin and looked into her eyes, giving her a reassuring smile. "We'll move in and stop 'em from before they can do anything."

Billy pulled out his revolver and spun the barrel for her. "Don't worry, you do this and maybe I can talk to the boys about giving you a little break."
 
Loosen them up a bit? She wasn't sure she knew exactly how to do that. Wait, who was she kidding? Lucy knew that she knew exactly what to do. She could loosen a man up. Easily, though she had a hard time admitting that to herself. She didn't want to see herself as a whore or a slut, but she knew that she could easily be one if she had the mind to be.

When he cupped her chin she melted a little, his looking into her eyes only made it harder for her to refuse him. How on earth did he do that to her? It was so unfair. She nodded, still looking into his eyes, her primal instinct (for whatever absurd reason) telling her to kiss him.

"Okay," she said softly, her eyes still trained on his, "I'll do it."
 
Billy kissed her forehead after she agreed, "Good girl." Letting her go he directed her towards a small trail she could take to end up on the other side, to keep their prey looking in the other direction. "Just take that path along the rocks and come out there. Tell 'em you've been lost or something. I'll let you take care of the rest." He didn't touch or kiss her any more after that, like his father told him: leave 'em wanting.

Johnny moved up to her, not looking pleased with the situation but ready to except it. "And listen you whore, you try and pull a fast one on us and I'll shoot you myself you understand me?"
 
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