Today's excerpt comes from my latest work in progress, as of yet untitled. It's a western, set during the California Gold Rush, in a brothel. Women were in such high demand during the Gold Rush, that many whores from France hopped on ships for California, knowing their fare would be paid in full by the brothel owners in exchange for six month's of work. Our brothel owner Jake is a bit of a spanko, but he's never gotten sexual with any of his girls. Until Cora, that is:
Because it was an act of dominance, and he wanted to put her in her place, he pressed his thumb into her back hole, as he had done that first night. She stilled, her listing and flinching stopped, her whimpers increased as he spanked her with his thumb holding her in place.
Her hands moved down and he thought she was going to try to cover herself, but instead she stunned him by bringing them between her legs, cupping her mound and holding it as he spanked. Did she have to pee? But no, she was moving her fingers over her folds, as indicated by the sound of slick flesh on flesh.
He felt dizzy suddenly, the room was hot and spinning. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his thumb out of her bottom and reached around to catch hold of her hands, lifting them out of the way. Nudging her legs farther apart, he slapped her pussy.