Outpost Ch. 03
The cowboys escort the five PP ladies down to our end of the room. They are using what we in the commercial sector call a ‘hands on’ approach. It is rowdy and totally out of control.
We have people standing from the fuck room door almost back to our table and I do not like the looks of things. I am standing by the table trying to figure out how to get Jan and Jewel out of there and not finding much in the way of a solution.
Fortunately, the Silver Dollar lady and her helper come down and get Jan and Jewel out. My two ladies dash down to the ladies room and it is just me, the Silver Dollar lady and her helper. He is a large Silver Dollar employee who is apparently getting ready to play baseball. At least he has a baseball bat in his hand.
The cowboys have Alicia in the fuck room on the bed. They are fucking Alicia gangbang style.
It isn’t all that romantic. The cowboys seem mostly intent on getting as deep and as hard into Alicia’s pussy as they can. Each cowboy, in his turn, mounts Alicia and fucks until he shoots cum into her already overflowing pussy. As each cowboy adds his cum, the excess flows out of Alicia and onto the bed.
The pounding continues until Alicia is completely exhausted and unable to respond. Alicia is lifted off the bed and disappears in the general direction of the bathroom. It is then Bonnie’s turn on the bed.
I don’t know if any of the cowboys notice the substitution of Bonnie for Alicia all that much. They are mostly drunk and want pussy and are seemingly not too concerned with exactly who is supplying the pussy.
The first guy in each lady pumps until he shoots his cum. The second guy gets sloppy seconds. The next guy gets sloppier thirds and so on.
As each lady reaches total exhaustion, the cowboys scoop the lady off the bed and the attendant literally scoops the cum off the bed in the old sheet and slaps on a new sheet.
When Bonnie is finished on the bed, it is Nanci’s turn.
Morgan and Sue are clearly going to be next. They are standing among a crowd of cowboys and there are a number of the guys who are feeling a bit of this and that as they wait for their turn in the train.
Finally, the Silver Dollar lady tells me and the employee that it appears that things are under control. If what is going on is under control, I didn’t want to be somewhere where things are out of control.
The three of us walk down to the other end of the main bar room
The Silver Dollar lady thanks me for standing with her when it looked like there might be a riot. Before I can say anything one of the ‘regular’ Silver Dollar girls breaks in to complain that, “Those whores of yours are making it damn difficult for a lady to make a living.”
I politely point out that they are not my ladies. If she has a complaint, she should take it up with the drunk husbands over there. With that, I point in the direction of the table where five PP executives are drunk and getting drunker.
The dancer snorts and says something about the bastards being too drunk even to fuck. She then added that it is too bad that their sluts don’t have the same problem.
The Silver Dollar lady tells me, “The PP ladies will make enough to get home via the Iron Dog, even after the house share of their whore money has been deducted.” She also tells me, “You know, I have never had amateur sluts like that come into this place before.”
I tell her, “It will probably be the last time, as PP does not have a contract in the area any more and probably never again will. Once the bus takes them away, they are not likely to return.”
About that time, Nanci staggers down the bar room, apparently from the fuck room. She wobbles up to the table where her husband and the other four PP executives are sitting drunk. Nanci scoops what is a near world record amount of cum out of her pussy and then slaps her husband across his face with her gooey hand. She says sweetly, “That’s what’s getting us home, ass hole. Don’t give me any shit. You are too drunk even to pimp.”
With that little wifely love pat, Nanci reels back toward the fuck room.
While we are still standing there, chuckling at the scene, a man from the service station comes in and tells me that the snow plows have come through, but it will be about 20 minutes until they can shovel a path through the piles that the snow plows left on the sides of the road. The guy then leaves.
I observe that the regular Silver Dollar dancers are up on the stage letting it all hang out, but their client base is down in the fuck room. The regular ladies want to make some money, but they want to operate in their normal retail channels, not in the wholesale operation down in the fuck room.
I am one of the few males in the main bar room who is not so drunk he is obviously not interested in sex. The ladies on the stage noticed this and begin to solicit my business. I am maybe a little tempted but my car is almost ready and I do have Jan and Jewel to think about.
Suddenly, Jan appears from nowhere and tells me she has lost her compact and could I please go check?
I suspect that Jan is more interested in seeing that I don’t become involved with the ladies on the stage than she is concerned about her compact. However, duty calls. I then take a long glance at the current dancer.
Jan grabs my arm and tells me, “Don’t to worry about the slut, there is a lot of what you want where we are going.” Then she gently shoves me in the direction of the table at the far end of the main bar room.
There are probably several places I don’t want to go more than back to the table opposite the fuck room, but none of them come quickly to mind. I kind of mosey down to the table where we had sat. There are four cowboys siting at the table, apparently waiting for their next turn.
Before I can say something stupid, one of the cowboys shoves a compact across the table and asks, “Does this belong to the ladies you have with you?”
I say,”Yes it does and I would like to take it back to her.”
The cowboy asks, “She don’t wanna’ come back her herself?”
I take the compact and tell the man, “No, she wouldn’t come back here. The ladies and I are low level employees of the company. The sluts you are fucking are the wives of the top executives. The lower level employees really don’t want to get involved in high level corporate matters.”
The cowboys look at me suspiciously. One of them asks, “You trying to tell me those are the wives of big shots?”
I smile and tell him, “It is sort of a case of ‘I love you Honey, but the show is closed!’ The corporation is bankrupt and the ladies are just trying to earn enough money to get back home.”
He says, “Well the big show may have closed, but the whorehouse is still open for business.”
I look over at the fuck room.
I can see Alicia and Morgan leaning against a wall as cowboys feel their more interesting parts. Sue is on the bed and showing signs of running down. I don’t see Nanci or Bonnie. They may have been in the bathroom.
I turn back to the cowboys and tell them, “Well, they shit on us and now you are cumming on them. I guess that will have to make it even.”
The cowboys laugh and I turn to leave.
As I walked back down the main bar room, Bonnie is walking almost beside me and she is scooping cum out of her red pussy. I slow a bit and watch her repeat the cum in the face slap I have witnessed before. Bonnie tells the man that, since he won’t be getting any pussy that night, he might like to know what is going on down there. Her husband is too drunk to anything more than sit there and take it.
Bonnie turns and struts back down toward the fuck room. It looks like it is going to be a long night.
Both Jan and Jewel have now returned from the bathroom.
I give Jan back her compact. I tell the ladies, “The man from the service station tells me that it will be about 15 more minutes until the car is ready. We will just have to wait.”
The regular Silver Dollar ladies are still soliciting me and both Jan and Jewel tell me to just ignore the sluts, they will take care of the problem later.
The Silver Dollar people get us a table back in a corner and we have only to wait.
After a time, I tell the ladies, “I will go see about the car. If everything is OK, I will come back and then we can leave.”
When I get to the car, they have enough snow cleared that I can make it out to the highway back to the big city. The man says that he will call the Silver Dollar and let my passengers know.
I fire the engine up and get the heat turned on. It isn’t warm, but it will get better as the engine runs. I then drive over to the front door of the Silver Dollar and the ladies run out into the cold night and sort of dive into the car.
I drive out through a gap shoveled in the snow wall the plows have left and down to the highway back to the big city. The heater begins to pump out a bit of at least warm air. We are headed home and things are looking up.
As we drive down the highway back to the Big City, Jewel asks me, “Were you actually considering ‘renting’ one of the Silver Dollar dancers?”
I tell her, “I would normally not do such a nasty thing, but I have been stranded out in the boondocks for so long that it might have come to a matter of desperation.”
Then Jewel and Jan talk for a bit in some sort of lady code. I am really not able to follow the conversation. However, I am obviously a subject of the conversation.
We then talk a bit about the PP situation and jobs.
I tell the ladies, “I do have a job waiting for me back in the Big City, and a good thing too, because PP is through forever.” I then ask, “Do you ladies have jobs?”
Jewel tells me, “We have had job interviews and have more lined up. However, we need a reference.”
I tell them, “I will be glad to give you ladies references.”
Now it is some 600 miles back to the Big City. There is no way I am going to try to drive that straight through. I will drive a couple of hours or until I began to get sleepy.
After about an hour and a half we find a nice looking motel in the middle of nowhere. The ladies want to stop. I am not all that tired, but it looks like a good place and we do need to stop somewhere.
The ladies tell me to just get one room.
I get a room with two double beds, the biggest single room they have.
The ladies then decide that they will flip a coin and one of them will fuck me first and then I will sleep with the other through the night.
I mean, it is as if I really do not exist. However, you try to be nice to people.
We are all pretty tired and it is late. Jewel wins the coin toss and I fuck her on the one bed with Jan lying in the other bed. What the hell, we have been watching people fuck all night anyhow.
Jewel is a hot fuck. I enter her and she not only lets me in, she thrusts back against my deep strokes. I am pretty horny as the only pussy I have been getting is an occasional round with the Silver Dollar girls or the girls from another saloon down the road.
With Jewel, I am deep in a pussy that wants me inside and wants to grip my thrusting cock. There is an exciting amount of friction and we work back and forth as slow and deep as I can make it. Jewel wants me and I can feel the demand of her body as I stroke. She wants me as deep as I can get and hard enough to show I really want her. She is active and the slight changes on angle of penetration are a continuing process of discovery.
We fuck with mounting excitement until I can feel Jewel getting ready to climax. I am also in the short rows and we hit the finish in a shattering mutual orgasm.
Jewel kind of collapses into sleep.
I get up and wash, then join Jan in the other bed. Jan is asleep or almost asleep. She cuddles to me and that is the last thing I remember until I awake the next morning with something cuddly alongside me and a raging hard on.
Jan and I have a good morning fuck. If Jan is not quite as active as Jewel had been, she is somehow more sensuous. We have a slow, deep fuck that makes me forget that there is anyone else in the room with us. As I fuck Jan, we seem to move as one being. Each stroke is a perfectly coordinated cycle and we work slowly up to an easy mutual climax that is still very intense. To add to the experience, Jan climaxes noisily.
As if we are returning from our own private world, I hear Jewel climax on the other bed.
I get up and shower quickly. I then pack my suitcase and take it out to the car. While I am out, I check the motel coffee shop. It is clean and open for business.
When I get back to our room, Jewel and Jan have showered and are dressing.
I don’t know about you, but I have never before personally been in a situation where I was in a room with two women each of whom I have fucked in the near past.
There is no real problem. They casually discuss the matter, with Jewel claiming that Jan got the better deal because she ‘got it’ in the morning while poor Jewel had to use her fingers.
We get breakfast and hit the highway to the Big City.
It has been an experience to remember!