The Gunman (open)

Ella cuddled eagerly against him, happy to be in his arms, happy to be so warm and close and... And when she looked up at his words about how she was too nice to be here, she startled at how close he was, and very nearly kissed him before she ducked her head back down and rested her cheek against his shoulder, blushing.

"Most of the time, the girls who work in brothels are nice girls, or they start off that way. Most of us don't come here out of some desire to have cold, physical sex with men who don't care about us as anything more than holes," she answered frankly. "We're here because we must be. Because there isn't much an unmarried woman can do when she's left alone out here with no one to care for her. My parents died shortly after we arrived, then my sister, and then my elder brother. I couldn't work the land we owned by myself, and I tried to sell it and..." She shuddered. "And the man who came to buy it tried to force himself on me, because he knew I was alone and defenseless. As it happened, he was a wanted man, and a ranger tracked him to my homestead, and came in and interfered before he could do anything much more than rip my dress. I could have gotten married, I suppose, but I didn't know any of the men in town and what kind of man would marry a woman he doesn't know? One who was violent or stupid and couldn't get a wife any other way, that's who. So I came here. Mistress White cares for us here. She takes care of us, and defends us. It was the best option I had."
 
He listened to her nodding sadly at her owrds. He knew that all was true after all he heard the story time and time again back when he was a criminal and as a ranger. He felt for woman more than he cared to admit and for the lot they had in life.

“If you ever want I could use a good ranch hand” He said nudging her and smiling “there is plenty to do around the farm I hired some one to keep watch while I was gone but other than that its just me I could certainly use the help if you ever are interested”
 
Ella looked up again, shock written on her features. She was certain his job offer was a joke, but the look on his face was actually quite serious. "I... Are you sure? Absolutely! I'm a hard worker, and I know how to run a ranch. I just didn't have enough hands to run the family place, but I could do it!" She paused then, eyeing him. "But... What was that about you having one foot in your grave?" She phrased it as a joke, but she was actually concerned about it. If she left and he died, she'd be alone again. She was sure Mistress White would have her back, but she didn't think she'd be able to take the heartbreak of leaving this soul-sucking work and then having to come back again within the year.
 
He laughed “oh so now your not sure” He remarked chuckling before shaking his head “How about this you come work for me and I will go ahead and deed you the ranch that way even if I do die it will be yours by default how does that sound” He asked her winking at her.
 
Her eyes went wide as saucers. "You'd... you'd really do that? For me? But you don't even know me!" She could run a ranch with enough money put aside to hire another ranch-hand. That was why she'd lost the farm - the family had gone into terrible debt when her parents had died, and they couldn't afford the upkeep. But as long as that didn't happen with John's ranch...
 
“Shrugs why wouldn’t I” John replied snorting “I have no one to deed it to any ways and if your serious about the work and can keep up then I see no reason why you shouldn’t get to continue to stay on and work on it if some thing happens to me”

He glanced around “besides you deserve some thing a bit better than this” He said softly looking at her “not that there is any thing wrong with the work im not like that but you seem to be a good lass with a goo head on her shoulders some one who can take care of herself and the farm you and I will work well together” He remarked getting up and stretching his arms
 
Ella's whole face lit up into a bright, broad smile. "I can't believe this! Of course I want to!" She began to laugh and, without thinking, she stood and caught him in a tight, eager hug. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Stepping back from him, she stopped, still smiling, but calmer. "Are you sure there isn't anything you need in repayment for your kindness?" She didn't mind. She licked her lips, giving him a sultry sort of look that gave away what she meant. She assumed he wanted her to sleep with him as repayment. After all, they were in a brothel.
 
He gave her a hug back and watched as she leaned back giving him a sultry look. He felt his cock twitch in his pants but pushed it away. He could probably take advantage of her if he wanted to. However he wouldn’t partly because of his own morals and more so because she was a good lass.

“I told you im not going to pay for sex” He reminded her shaking his head “even if the form of payment is a new job I got to much respect for you lass” He said kissing her cheek before pushing himself out of the bed.

“I am going to go out and get some fresh air” He said wincing and moving to the door pausing to get his revolver “you want to join me?” He asked leaning against the frame and raising an eyebrow at her.
 
Ella still looked shocked when he said no. In fact, she looked a little offended, too. She was offering him a free romp in exchange for his offer, to pay him back, and he didn't want to? Did he simply not want her? Maybe she was losing her touch. Still, it wasn't the first time a man had come in and had realized she wasn't his type. It happened. Some men liked bigger women, some men liked taller, some men liked women with dark hair... She'd never cared before. Was it because she wanted him to want her?

She nodded at his offer of going out for a walk, though, and slipped a shawl on over her shoulders to hide away some of her more exposed skin. "Careful," she quipped, walking over to take his arm. "You keep turning me down like that and I'm going to start thinking it's because you think I'm ugly." She was teasing, mostly, but if she was being honest, it was because she wanted to ask him why he wasn't taking her up on her offers.
 
He waited until they were outside and in the backyard before he laughed and shook his head.

“Your more beautiful than I care to admit” John said looking over at her and smirking slightly “And I want it what your offering but even if I do im not going to take advantage I asked you to come work for me because I think you would be a good ranch hand the reason I deeded it to you was because you are owed it if you do a good enough job you want to have sex with me then I will gladly bring you back upstairs and ravish you right here and now” He told her speaking plainly “but its not going to be because I gave you any thing”
 
Ella couldn't hold in the smile that spread across her face when he told her that he wanted her. He wanted her, but he wasn't going to take advantage of her. That was... a new feeling for her. She hadn't even known she was being taken advantage of, until she realized how freeing it felt to know there weren't any expectations being placed on her. And, amusingly, it made her absolutely certain that she wanted him.

Still smiling, she took him on a quick walk of the town, ignoring the dirty looks she was given for her job. And when they returned to the brothel, she smiled up at him. "Is it strange that your insistence that you won't push me into sex makes me want you even more?"
 
John laughed caught up in his good mood. The walk around town was beneficial for him clearing some of his aches and pain and helping him get some fresh air. He made sure to shoot any one who gave them a dirty look a dirty look back and helped her to ignore them. He didn’t care about her profession A part of him didn’t like the thought of her being with another man but he was possessive and so he chalked it up to his newfound feelings for her.

“I don’t doubt it” John said turning to look at her “I have been eyeing you since I first woke up” He told her leaning in to kiss the top of her head “so I have no doubt you know your not the only one interested” He said wincing as his tender wounds ached. He pushed it away however walking up the staircase and back into the room he was sharing with her.
 
Ella followed him upstairs, chewing her lip. She wasn't supposed to give herself away for free, and she'd never had the desire to do so before, but... She wanted to now.

She stood in the doorway, watching him wince as he tried to climb back into the bed to rest after their walk. If she was going to have him, she'd have to be gentle, but she was perfectly okay with that. Stepping into the room, she shut the door and then joined him on the bed. She was lying next to him, looking down as he rested his head on the pillow. There was a palpable tension between them and she licked her lips. And then, without a word, she leaned over a pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.
 
He watched her come in and close the door immediately picking up on what was about to happen. John wasn’t dumb nor a fool and he could sense the sexual tension between the two of them quite easily. He watched her moving forward and shifted stretching watching as she laid in bed then finally leaned in and kissed him. He returned the kiss cupping her cheek his tongue moving into her mouth.

He pulled her down to the bed moving so he was on top. He winced slightly but continued to kiss her madly his hands moving down her frame.
 
Ella made a small noise of concern when she felt his mouth twist in a wince against her lips while they kissed. She took his face in her hands, parting their kiss, and smiled sweetly at him. "Really now, you're still recovering and you're going to injure yourself further if you exert yourself," she chided gently, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. She patted the bed beside her and gave him a look, clearly expecting him to lie down. "My dear sweet patient, you need your bed rest. You just relax and let me do all the work," she purred, offering him a sultry smirk.
 
“I think I can handle that Ma’am” John said a lopsided smirk on his face as he kissed her back and laid down. He stretched out groaning as his sore muscles popped a bit and he adjusted himself so he could water her. He was already hard throbbing in his pants ever so slightly as he ran his hands down to his pants popping the button off and beginning to push his pants down only wincing slightly as he starred at her hungrily.
 
While John went about removing his pants, Ella pushed herself slowly to her feet, making sure to stand where he could see her, and made a show of undressing. Twisting her body in such a way that it made her breasts strain against her corset, she reached around behind herself and began to undo the laces slowly, the leather loosening and releasing her chest in a tantalizingly slow display of sensuality.

Once it was loose, she opened it, releasing her chest finally and leaving her topless in her skirt, her pale breasts on full display for him with her pretty blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders and just barely concealing her nipples. She pushed the skirt down, then, which left her wearing nothing but a pair of panties that were held up by little bows over her hips. Smiling, she came back to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his now-naked hips, and grasped his wrists to bring his hands up to her hips, a silent encouragement for him to pull those tiny little bows and remove her only remaining item of clothing.
 
“Oh lord” John said his eyes traveling up and down her body as she began to undress. She moved with a practiced hand revealing her self to him in a slow teasing fashion. He watched her the same way he would watch a blacksmith work the forge or a tanner skin a dog as if she was a tradeswoman plying her craft. It was erotically charged and made even more so by the fact that this would be her last if he came to the farm.

Unless

She was moving towards him sliding on top his lap her body moving like water. She brought his hands up moving them to the delicate bows that separated his cock from her wet pussy.

“I might have to do more than make you my ranch hand” He said to her untying the bows slowly. “There might have to be….. more to the position darling” he murmured his voice thick with lust as he tossed her panties to the side his cock hard and jutting rubbed against her wetness teasing her with it.
 
Aha. She knew it. She knew he had to have wanted her to pay him with her body somehow. And yet... she'd liked the idea of someone wanting her as something other than a hole for his pleasure. She was certain that he'd treat her kindly, gently, but that didn't really change much. She'd be going from a regular whore to his personal whore. Still a whore, no matter the specifics of the situation.

She was surprised by how much the thought hurt, but she knew she had no right to. It was still a better life than the one she had here. And she was still going to take his offer. And yet, she couldn't quite hide the sadness in her expression, even as she bit her lip to contain a moan against the pleasure of his cock teasing at her wet pussy.
 
He entered deeply seeing the hurt look and frowning himself "I didnt mean it like that" He told her reaching up to cup her face before leaning up wincing softly even as he kissed her.

"I am paying you to be my ranch hand and nothing else" He said thrusting into her and moaning deeply "what you choose to do and who with and or share my bed is entirely your choice and of your own volition the joke was in poor taste I admit" He said running his hands to her hips.

"Lets just say I would pay good money for you to dance like that again" He said locking eyes with her "because your a natural beauty"
 
Ella offered him a rueful, chagrined sort of smile, leaning forward to kiss him, even as she moaned while he started thrusting up into her.

"No, you don't need to apologize," she whispered. "You've been nothing but kind to me, and you've done nothing to suggest that you intended it that way. It's just... difficult for me to accept. I've never met a man who wasn't family and who didn't behave as if I owed him sex." She smiled. "You're the first man who hasn't. And, if I'm being honest, it just makes me want you more..."

She sat up again, then, pressing her hands down on his chest with a playful smile. If he wanted to move her, she had no doubt he could, but she suspected he would let her do as she pleased. "Now, now, what did I say about your injuries?" she asked in a faux-scolding tone. "Just relax, cowboy, let me do all the work." And with that, she began to draw her body up and down over him, pushing up until his head was barely inside, and then sinking down again until he was buried deep inside, her motions sweet and slow.
 
"Oh god oh god" John said his head tipping back his eyes closing as he stretched moving his body up and purring in pleasure as she started riding him.

"Well you can be sure that I want you" John said moaning again as she began to ride him sweet and slow "I mean who wouldnmt give how much of a darling and belle you are but if you come to my farm to work you get to decide whose bed or if you share any mans bed that much i promise you" He said running his hand up capturing one of her breast and messaging them as he used them to help grind her down on his cock.
 
Ella gasped, following the motions of his hands as he guided her grinding hips down onto him.

"Ohhh yes... I wouldn't worry about that, cowboy," she purred, smiling seductively at him. "I suspect you'll be the only one I'll want to share my bed with..." And it was true, too. She'd never met a man who treated her so gently, or who seemed to care so much for her pleasure.

She started bouncing harder, driving his cock deep into her while her back arched with pleasure. "Yes! Oh, god, John, I'm so close!" How unusual for her to actually orgasm during sex! So many men came to the brothel to get themselves off with no concern for the woman in question. This was a new feeling for her, and she loved it.
 
"mmm might not want to make such bold claims" John said as she started to bounce harder. He eagerly met her bouncing thrusting forward with his cock hard and deep as his hands traveled ot her hips and helped her get a good solid pace "I mean you cant be sure im even good at sex" He teased reaching forward slapping her ass as he drove her to bounce harder and faster.

All to soon john heard the tell tale sign up her nearing her orgasm. He idly wondered if this was some thing that usually happened with a guy if she got the chance to orgasm. There was no need to wonder about past relationships and instead he focused on the present driving his cock in and out of her with speed and gusto.

"Oh shit baby im going over the edge to!" He said groaning and slamming in feeling his cock begin to swell and twitch. Seconds later his cock burst his cum shooting out and inside of her causing him to see stars as he blindly kept thrusting intent on getting it all inside of her.
 
Ella gave a cry of pleasure and then collapsed forward, right into John's waiting arms. She shook for a moment afterwards, riding out the end of her orgasm while he filled her with his own.

Panting and smiling, she pressed a kiss to his neck and settled down on top of him, comfortable and happy. She giggled. "Well, now I know, you are incredible in bed," she purred, pressing her hand over his cheek so she could guide his lips down to hers for a kiss.

They simply lay still together for several minutes, recovering from their climaxes. Ella was tracing her fingers along his skin, simply enjoying the warmth and contact. Her hands found the bandages over his wound and she frowned. "John... What exactly happened? How did you end up shot and left for dead like that?"
 
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