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

She giggled softly and shivered when he licked her neck. When he wanted to be, Billy could be incredibly alluring and sexy. She ran off with him up the stairs, the dress still hugged tightly to her. She wondered how many men were watching him run off with her, and if they were jealous. Lucy didn't necessarily think she was very attractive, but she guessed that she was probably wanted because she belonged to Billy.

Once they got to the room Lucy went into the smaller room and shut the door as much as it would shut. She took off her old dress and pulled on the new one. She had to tie it tighter than Lydia had it (Lucy was thin from being in the desert, she would become meatier and fuller if she got proper food), but it had the same effect. She opened the door and sauntered back towards Billy, her pale breasts spilling out of the corset and her legs showed off by the high skirt.
 
Billy's eyes widened visible when she stepped out. She looked absolutely fantastic in that dress, like a high-class fantasy come to life. He wasn't about to mention how he knew that dress would attract other men to her, something he would profit on later. He whistled and called her over to him, wrapping his good arm around her and pulling her in close.

"How's it feel to be wearing the dress of a high-class whore?" He whispered as he kissed her lips. "You know how many men will be staring at you? All the girls jealous of Billy's personal whore?" He kissed her again, his hand gripping her thigh as he started trailing lower, kissing her neck. "Admit it...you love being my whore, you love getting fucked by my outlaw cock."
 
She grinned at him, her heart beating quickly with excitement. She didn't even stop to think that he might actually want her to be a high-class whore and that was why he'd gotten her the dress. She thought it was just for his own kicks, which she thought was exciting. She trounced over to him and sat on his lap, straddling him closely.

She giggled and kissed him back, almost lovingly. "It feels goood," she cooed, giving him another, deeper kiss and pressing her crotch up against him, "I love being your personal whore, baby. I love your outlaw cock. I love it fucking me. I love youuuu,"
 
Her words turned him on even more and he bounced her lightly in his lap as they lay there on the bed, his back against the headboard as she straddled his hips. He ignored her declaration of love for him, having heard it before from other whores he fucked, though the way she said it felt...different.

He kissed the tops of her breasts, pulling up her skirt closely revealing her pale thighs. "I'm having a little trouble here," he gestured to his bad arm. "Why don't you go and give my shaft a hand down there?"
 
She squealed when he bounced her in his lap, more and more wanting to ride him. She nodded and moved herself back some, her hands diving down to his pants and undoing his buckle. She unbuttoned his pants and then tugged on them, freeing his hardening manhood. She wrapped her hands around it immediately and started to fondle him, leaning down to give him another kiss on the lips.

She had loved her husband of course, and they had had sex at least once a day the entire time they were married, but he'd never made her feel the way that Billy made her feel. Billy made her feel naughty, like a bad girl. And she loved it.
 
God, what a fucking slut you are," he hissed at her, his hand running up her thigh as she felt him and sneaking under her petticoat. "You're husband hasn't been dead a week and you're hungry for another man's cock." Before she could deny it he plunged two fingers inside her pussy, working them like a piston inside her. "You're hungry for cock aren't you? You want to side this thing like a horse huh?"

He kissed her hard and started pulling at her petticoat. "Fuck me you slut. Fuck me with the whore's dress on and tell me what you are."
 
She felt a pang in her heart when he mentioned her dead husband. But Billy's fingers were already pushed up inside of her pussy and she was ridiculously horny. "Mmm, I'm soo hungry for cock," she groaned, her lips seeking his as she ground up against his hand. She lifted her hips up so he could get her out of her petticoat and then she slammed back down onto him.

Lucy ground up against his cock and then finally got him into her hole, pushing down until he was hilted inside of her. "Mmmm!" she cried out, bouncing up and down on him immediately and rocking back and forth, grinding him deliciously.y "I'm your personal slut. Your little whore."
 
His hips raised up to meet hers with every thrust, their union hidden under her skirt as she bounced up and down his shaft. He grinned as he watched her face confrom to lust and her breasts bounce with every movement. His hand moved up and with a pull at her front her breast were free, spilling out of her dress and allowing him free access.

He moved in, taking one hard nipple in his mouth and sucking hard on it before biting down on it. "I'm going to cum inside you. You want that? You want to be filled with my cum?"
 
She never really thought about what she looked like when she was having sex, but she knew that she looked like a whore right now. And surprisingly, she didn't care. She loved it in fact. She rode him hard and fast, her hips bucking against him wildly as he sucked on her nipples. "Yeah baby," she groaned, biting her lip as her own orgasm rose up inside of her fast.

"I want to be filled with your cum, Billy. Filled to the brim. I love fucking you," she groaned, her pussy milking him expertly. She moaned higher and louder until her orgasm exploded over him. That didn't slow her down though, it only made her go faster.
 
He felt her orgasm around his cock, but he wasn't through with her yet. He bounced her on his shaft over and over, his grip on her hip strong as he sucked and bit her nipples like a man possessed.

Just then the door to their room open and Johnny walked in, a slight smirk at the scene. "Hey Boss, we got ourselves situated like you wanted. Any last orders?"

Billy kept fucking Lucy even with Johnny in the room. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Don't stop. Give 'im a show." He grinned as he nibbled her ear.

"Yeah. Find yourself something to fuck and leave us to our fun. Can't you see I'm busy here?"
 
She glanced over and saw Johnny walk in. She was going to say something to him but all she could do was moan and lean her head back. Her pussy was extra sensitive after orgasm and it didn't seem like Billy was anywhere near an orgasm, and now he wanted her to put on a show. Her breasts bounced up and down wildly as she rode him, her hand gripping his one shoulder tightly.

"Mmm, Billy!" she cried out, rocking against him even faster. She glanced over at Johnny again and managed to speak, "Hey," she murmured.
 
Johnny glared just a bit at her when she spoke to him but then focused his attention on Billy, trying to hide the erection that was growing in his pants from seeing Lucy riding him like that. "Yeah, sure thing boss." He left, leaning forward just a bit in embarrassment."

Billly kissed her hard and grabbed a handful of her breasts. "God, you loved that didn't you? I can feel how wet you are. You were born to be a whore. You just want to fuck and you don't care who knows it."
 
She was glad when Johnny left. She probably would have been more self-conscious if she'd been fully naked instead of just her breasts flopping around. "I donno about that," she laughed, giving him another soft kiss and continuing to bounce up and down on him.

"Why's he hate me so much though?" she asked him, concern tinging her voice.
 
Billy shrugged, holding her close to him as they moved together in their hard fucking. "He's just a bastard. Doesn't like anyone, you especially since he sees you as a weak woman. He didn't care for your attitude since he prefers to dominate. Pisses him off mighty that I might take your word over his."

He silenced anything else she had to say by snaking his hand under her dress and thumbing her clit, getting her juices flowing down his thigh as she moved on top of him. He kept going on for at least ten more minute before his climax started coming and he bit down on her shoulder lightly, releasing his torrent inside her
 
This was the longest fuck they'd ever had, it went on for almost twenty minutes. She came twice from it and was super aroused the entire time. She moaned and sighed when he bit into her shoulder and finally came inside of her. She slowed down once he'd cum and finally came to a rest on top of him, her pussy still squeezing at him gently.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had, Billy." she murmured to it, kissing him again, "The best man too. Even if you're an outlaw,"
 
He kissed her back, sweat dripping from him from their intense fuck session. "You're a sweet girl Lucy." He kissed her again, holding her to his chest. She was getting attached to him, something that was never good in his line of work. It would help when he sold her off, but it would be trouble in the long run. Course, she was the best fuck he ever had.

"Alright darling, time for you to get on off a me. I feel like heading downstairs and getting liquored up, maybe listen to some tunes. Sound like fun?"
 
She was definitely attached to Billy. How could she not be? He'd taken her out of the desert and fed her, even if he made her sleep with the other guys in his hang and abused her sometimes. He took care of her when she needed taking care of. She hopped off of him when he told her to get off and stuffed her breasts back into the corset. Even after she did that they spilled out a lot, so she stuffed them in further in an attempt at modesty so her breasts were only as visible as they would have been in her other dress.

She picked up her petticoat and pulled that on too, trying to dewrinkle the dress. "Sounds fun babe. As long as I can sit with you,"
 
Billy was disappointed when she stuffed her breasts deeper into her dress, having like looking at them on display like before. (Easy access!) It was adorable how she tried to act all modest even after writhing on top of his cock like she was just a minute ago.

Wrapping his good arm around her he smirked and led her out the door, looking it behind him. "Stick with me girl and we'll own this town." Kissing her they both walked downstairs were the rowdy party was still at full force. Billy waved at the bartender for some drinks who quickly got to work. Making their way to a table with a couple guys already on it Billy only had to cough for the group of scarred, dangerous men to give one look at him and turn tale and run. "Gravestone" Jones was not a man you messed with.

Of course that didn't mean you couldn't mess with his woman. Lydia was out again in a different dress, not as fancy as her old one but still showing off a lot of skin. She glared at Lucy as they walked by, 'accidentally' knocking into her shoulder as she passed.
 
Lucy, of course, thought it was wonderful that she could be wearing the exact same dress that Lydia had worn before and look better in it. Lucy was a believer that less was more. The less she showed off, the more the man would want to see her when she finally was naked. She snuggled up to Billy at the table and glared at Lydia when she knocked her shoulder.

So the next time the woman passed by, Lucy stuck her foot out a little bit and cause her to stumble. She immediately drew her foot back in and just gave the woman a snide smile, as if nothing at all had happened.

After awhile she turned to Billy and asked, "How long are we going to be here? We're not staying long, right?"
 
Billy laughed. "You think we just came here for a quick stop? We're wanted men Lucy and after the stunts we pulled we need to let the law die down a bit. This is the best place for a man to disappear to."

A serving girl came over with two glasses of whiskey, placing them in front of Lucy and Billy. Billy handed her some money for the drinks and gave her a slap on the bottom as she left before raising his glass to Lucy. "Here's to a surviving, am I right?" He laughed and took a big gulp of the alcoholic drink, loving the burning sensation on his throat. He encouraged Lucy to do the same.
 
Lucy doubted that this was the best place to be if you were an outlaw. In a place full of outlaws, being an outlaw was pretty common. If a lawman wanted to find you...wouldn't he look here first? Whatever, Lucy was a woman, maybe she didn't understand things the way that Billy did.

She picked up the glass of whiskey and stared at it for a second. She wasn't much for drinking, especially not heavy stuff like straight whiskey. But when he encouraged her to drink she lifted the glass towards him and then tipped it in her mouth. She choked a little at the burning sensation and frowned at the glass, unsure if she wanted to drink the rest of it.
 
Billy laughed at her expression as she tried her drink. "Aw, you'll get used to it. Everybody does. Alcohol helps with more than just bullet wounds."

Taking another drink a hand suddenly clamped down on Billy's shoulder. It belonged to a barrel chested man with a white hat with a very clear, very polished "sheriffs" badge. He glared at Billy, hand over his gun. "Well well well, looks like I caught myself a rat bastard here."

Billy didn't look impressed. "Just sit down Willis and quit with the act."

Willis broke out into a smile and slapped Billy's back. "Same old Billy!" He laughed and took a seat at the table, right next to Lucy. Now she had a chance to see why this place was so perfect to hide. The lawmen were just as corrupt as the outlaws!
 
A wave of horror washed through Lucy when the man with the sheriff's badge came to their table. But apparently Billy knew him, and didn't care that he was an outlaw. So she gave the man an awkward smile when he sat next to her but scooted closer to Billy.

She braced herself and down the rest of her glass of whiskey, her face twisting into a grimace when it burned down her throat. She blinked a couple of times, her brain definitely getting a little hazy. She giggled for no reason too, and snuggled up to Billy even more.
 
"So," the lawman began, "I hear you're in a might amount of trouble Billy. Robbin', killin', rapin', all sorts of nasty things."

Billy took another drink then put his arm around Lucy, not so discreetly squeezing her breast. "Yep. Can I count on my favorite Sheriff to help a poor bastard like me out?"

Willis stroked his chin, looking serious. "That could be trouble for me Billy. Someone comes around here looking I might have trouble keeping them out. And with this dang stress of mine it just makes things harder. Course, if you had something that might help me relax." His eyes traveled up the drunk Lucy's body.

Billy smirked. "I think I got just the thing." Pushing Lucy up a bit he looked her in the eye. "Say Lucy, wouldn't you like to get to know Willis a little better. Maybe in a more 'privet' setting?"
 
Lucy let out a ridiculous giggle when Billy squeezed her breast and turned her face to kiss his neck some. Somehow another glass of whiskey got set down in front of her and she drank that one a lot easier than she had the first. Now her face was a rosy pink color and she wore a doofy smile.

She didn't even notice Willis eyeing her, she was focused on giggling at nothing. When Billy sat her up and turned her face she frowned at him for a moment. "What you mean, baby? Like upstairs?"
 
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