Pearl's Possession (The Red Petticoat Saloon) Page 7

I didn't want to, but I told him. If he wanted, he could go and find out about my past life. My last husband would be happy to tell him everything, including my failings and my shame.

  "Do you want to take my last name?"

  "What is it?"

  "Carter. James Cash Carter."

  I nodded. "I'd like to be Mrs. Carter, but I'm Pearl now. I came out here to remake my life when my last marriage ended. I'm not the old me anymore."

  His lips turned up a little, but his expression stayed serious. Maybe a little sad. "I understand. We came out here for the same reason; to start life anew." He stood, clearing the rest of the cups away from the table.

  I wanted to ask about their previous life, but filed my questions away for later.

  "So, Pearl Carter. You'll be married to me in name only; we'll all five be your husbands." He paused, listening. "I can hear them coming back now." Boots tromped on the porch; rough voices loud and joking. "They'll want to ravish you." His dark eyebrows lifted with humor. "Are you ready?"

  Despite my fears, my secrets, the truth I must hide, one thing I knew; I wanted them. I would always want my men.

  I nodded, and rose to meet the grooms.

  Brock came in first, carrying an armload of firewood, his cheeks ruddy from the fresh air. He brought with him a gust of wind. The late summer air was warm, but reminded me I was only wearing a thin shift. I had grabbed a blanket to wrap up in before leaving the bedroom; I pulled this tighter around me now.

  "What am I going to wear?" I asked Cash.

  "I say nothing," Brock called from the hearth. When he turned, dusting off his hands, he had a mischievous smile.

  "We'll go to town and get you whatever you want. I'd love you to wear white as much as possible."

  "Hardly practical for the wife of a rancher."

  Cash shrugged. "It suits you."

  Brock poured himself more coffee and sat next to me. "I like this shift." He plucked at the thin fabric. "I can see straight through it to yer breasts and your cunny."

  The other three burst into the house just in time to see me blush.

  "Chores done?" Cash asked. He didn't seem to share in the same hard labor that the others did, but guessing from his office and desk full of ledgers, he had his own role in the ranch.

  "Everything looks good." Orion hurried to my side and kissed me, and the three men followed suit. Cash and Brock sat back, the other men's excitement now mirrored on their faces.

  "Come on," Jonas grabbed my hand and I let him pull me towards the bedroom. The younger of the five men, Jonas was wiry and tan, with energy to burn. My body responded to his eagerness, remembering how the curly headed man had fucked me to satisfaction last night.

  Cash met us at the bedroom door, his arm barring the way. "Wait. This is Pearl's room now," he said, with a stern glance for all of us. "None of us will enter unless she bids us."

  I took a deep breath, entered my room for a moment and paused with my back to them. The expectant gaze of five men hit my back, the whole house seemed to hold its breath as they waited for me to invite them in.

  The courtship was over; the honeymoon had begun.

  Could I do this? Open up my heart and allow myself to love five men?

  The truth was, I already had. That was why I was here, and would remain here, until they learned the truth about me and cast me out in shame. My secret would not remain secret for long. By the end of summer, it would be obvious: I could never give them children. My former husband and I had tried and tried, and the day he realized I was barren, he ended our union. He told the town that I was cursed because of my wantonness. I fled him and the town, but I couldn't escape my failure as a wife.

  Soon, my men would realize my secret shame, but until then, they wanted me, and I could not refuse. I would stay as long as it took them to realize the truth about me. Whether it be weeks or months, I would love them, and look for a way to remain in their hearts long after they sent me away.

  After a deep breath, I let the blanket fall from my body, and turned around.

  My men surrounded me. Brock removed my shift, whipping it over my head. Samson lifted me and carried me to the bed, laying me down and wasting no time getting his mouth between my legs. The long, hot laps of his strong tongue threatened to shatter me at the seams.

  Meanwhile, the others were touching me, stroking my shoulders, arms, and legs, fondling my breasts, tugging my nipples. Orion was first to set his hot mouth on my fleshy breast, sucking hard until I grabbed his head, pushing up into his mouth.

  Jonas grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. "Can I tie her up?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

  "Not yet," Cash said. "First, I'm going to spank her bottom."

  The others moved back, leaving me whimpering at the loss of lips and tongue on my pussy and breast.

  "Don't think I've forgotten that you came without permission last night. Twice."

  Cash sat on the bed and patted his lap. I sighed, but at the risk of a harsher punishment, crawled to him and lay across his knees.

  After a brisk warm-up, he commenced with the swats, holding my arms in the small of my back when I started to squirm.

  "Do you always punish her like that?" Orion asked.

  "Yes. She loves it. Don't you, Pearl?"

  My pussy was leaking all over Cash's pants even as the spanking stung my bottom; I could not lie. "Yes, sir," I moaned.

  "I've only used hand and a hairbrush to date, so I'm looking forward to experimenting. Her pale skin will light right up with a paddle or a cane. And different implements make the lesson really sink in. Throughout our marriage I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunity to redden this beautiful bottom." With one final slap, he helped me up. "Now kneel and thank me, Pearl."

  I slid quickly to the floor. Reaching up, I undid his placket—damp from my own juices—and waited until he nodded to take out his cock. My mouth engulfed him in one go and I worked my head back and forth, eager to commence my favorite part of our game.

  I worked his cock for several minutes, using my tongue to stroke his sensitive spots as I swallowed him down. Finally, he gripped either side of my head and held me still as he fucked my face. His hands were gentle but firm; his cock dominated my world. I breathed through my nose and hummed to give him more pleasure until he spent himself in my throat.

  "Good girl," he said. "And for a wedding gift, you can cum as much as you like without permission."

  "Thank you, sir."

  Eager hands reached for me, and Cash chuckled at my excited expression. "Up you go." He slapped my reddened ass.

  Jonas and Orion quickly brought me to the end of the bed, where I lay on my back and let them tie my arms apart.

  "My turn." Orion presented his cock to my lips. I let my head fall backwards and was shocked when I could take his long sword to the hilt.

  Large hands squeezed my breasts, and someone regained their place at my pussy, worshipping me with lips and tongue. Orion lost it as I moaned around his cock, and Jonas quickly replaced him, adding his touch to my breasts, pinching my nipples as he worked in and out of my mouth.

  Then a cock slapped my wet pussy. With my head arched to take Jonas, I couldn't see who it was, but as soon as the thick member slid inside, I recognized Brock. He and Jonas worked in perfect rhythm, pushing and pulling my bound body.

  So this was the way I would serve five husbands; they'd stuff my holes all at once. My arousal ratcheted up a thousand fold at the thought. The two men rocked faster, owning every part of me. It was rough, fast and overwhelming. It was just right.

  They finished, Brock grinding his hips hard against me. Jonas pulled out in time for me to shatter with a cry.

  "My turn," Samson said. "Untie her."

  Someone undid my wrists and gave me some water. Dazed, I looked around for my gentle giant.

  "Here, Pearl." Samson sat at the head of the bed, fisting his giant cock. I crawled up to him and he welcomed me with open arms.

  "Hello," he said as he hugge
d me. I lay my soft body over his, marveling at the difference between us. Every bit of my big man looked carved out of rock. I kissed his chest and let him cuddle me for a moment.

  "I want you to be on top," he whispered. My sweet man. Our mouths met and tongues played. I stroked back his long blond hair before climbing onto his cock.

  It took me a moment to stretch around his massive rod. My pussy slid down with agonizing slowness, little spasms running through me as he bottomed out deep inside, deeper than anyone had ever been.

  "Samson," I breathed, and he kissed me harder. His arms and legs wrapped around me, cocooning me completely.

  "Ride me." His hands encouraged me. With my front half still pressed against him, I canted my ass up and down, moving carefully on his big tool. His hands found my hips and eased them up and down. For a few minutes we looked into each other's eyes, moving together, breathing together as one.

  Then my men surrounded me, stroking me and whispering how beautiful I was.

  Someone knelt behind me, running a rough hand down my chastened ass.

  "Here," Jonas said. "Someday, soon."

  As I undulated over Samson's body, his oiled finger found my pucker and pushed inside. I arched back and my insides clenched, clamping down on Samson and the finger probing me.

  The sudden tightness of my sheath undid my giant and his hips jerked as he came. His thick tool spurting inside me set off my own climax, and I came hard, seeing stars.

  * * *

  It was a brilliant 'wedding day'. My men took me again and again, stopping only to let me nap, waking me to feed me bread and honey and milk. At one point the milk spilled, and I was treated to three men's' tongues voraciously lapping at my skin to clean me. Samson even poured honey over my pussy and ate his treat that way.

  In the morning, Jonas woke me and carried my sated, sticky body into the little water closet.

  "Bath time."

  He got me all clean and then made me lie on the bed, holding my cheeks open. He made me ask for the plug before he set it inside me.

  When I stood up, my muscles clenched. I protested, "How long will I have to wear this?"

  "As long as I say so." He smacked my bottom. "Over time, you'll wear it more and more, until you can walk around half the day with this snuggled in your ass. You'll be wet for me, imagining it's my cock. Be careful—if it falls or you take it out, I'll spank you."

  I was already wet, but I still pouted.

  "It's for your own good, Pearl. Once you're stretched out, I can take you back there without it hurting." Stepping closer, his hot breath caressed my ear. "Don't you want us to take you all at the same time, impaling you on three cocks at once: one in your pussy, one in your ass, and one in your mouth?"

  The thought nearly made me swoon. Stepping back, he smirked at my glazed expression.

  "Good girl," he said, and smacked my butt again. With brisk hands, he helped me brush and braid my hair, and gave me the simple white shift to wear again.

  "When am I getting clothes?" I whined again.

  "With that tone, you won't get a stitch, just a spanking," Cash said from the door. He strode in, passing Jonas who winked at me before taking his leave. "We'll take you to town in a few days and collect your things, and order whatever you please."

  "I don't even have clothes to go to town…"

  "Brock took some items from the Red Petticoat. We won't make you go to the minister naked." A wicked look came into his eye. "Although that would be a sight."

  Reaching out, I swatted his arm, and he was just as quick to pull me over the bed and give me three firm swats. I gasped as my bottom clenched hard around the plug, though he was careful not to smack anywhere near it. The wood piece filled my bottom, adding a strange, erotic pressure to every move I made.

  "Naughty, naughty," he said with satisfaction and helped me up. "Now, are you going to behave?"

  "Yes, sir." I suppressed the desire to rub my sore bum.

  "Having you in our house, barefoot in a white robe pleases us, Pearl. We love the sight of you, sweet and ready for us." Smoothing his hands down my sides, he raised a brow. "Perhaps I should take this shift away, and make you go naked for a few days. It'll be a good reminder of how completely we possess you."

  I blushed. "I like wearing the shift, sir."

  "Good girl. You'll be wearing clothes again, soon enough." His hands settled around my waist. "Tell you what—every morning you'll wait to get dressed until I say what I want you to wear. A shift today, and, if you're very good, you can wear your corset tomorrow."

  I agreed; it sounded like a fun game.

  The next day, of course, I pretended to forget, and put on my corset and stockings before Cash gave permission, and strutted out to the breakfast table like that.

  The men were treated to the sight and sound of me turned over Cash's knee and spanked thoroughly.

  "Naughty, naughty, Pearl," he said. I cried and thrashed as his hand smacked every part of my buttocks. Then he stopped and rubbed the sting away. I was a little embarrassed at being chastised while the men were eating, but the usual floating feeling that accompanied my discipline sessions made everything better.

  "Are you wet for me, Pearl?"

  "Yes, sir," I breathed. There was no use hiding it; my legs were parted enough anyone could see the dew on my plump lower lips.

  "Do you deserve to cum?"

  "No." My head sagged in disappointment.

  Cash unleashed another handful of slaps on my heated flesh. Instead of hurting, they pushed me closer to release. I moaned deep in my throat.

  "I want to try," Orion said. The next thing I knew, Cash lifted me up and propelled me to one end of the table, where I was positioned much like I had been when I first took the plug. Orion brushed crumbs away before I lay myself down, cheek to wood.

  The men were still sitting around, drinking coffee and watching the show. I was the best entertainment for miles around.

  "Use your hand and strike in a circular motion. It won't bruise her or tire out your hand." Cash demonstrated with sharp swats to my sit spots.

  "If she clenches her bottom, make her part her legs further and point her toes in." I obeyed the indirect command, and was rewarded with a few gentle squeezes that soothed my punished flesh. "Never hit higher than the tailbone. Use light force and warm the skin before delivering harder spanks."

  Orion took over and practiced his lesson on my poor bum.

  "What about this?" Brock had left his chair and returned with a wooden spoon. "Save your hand."

  "That's a serious implement," Cash said. "Try it on your palm and see." The men passed the spoon around; I winced at the harsh clapping sounds.

  "She's warmed up, now, so give her two." The wood was worse than a hand; it sent a sting deep into my bottom.

  "How does that feel, Pearl?"

  "It hurts," I whimpered.

  "You'll only get it if you truly misbehave." Cash instructed Orion to rub my bottom and caress away the pain before ordering me up and into a chair for my breakfast.

  "Wait," Jonas stopped me with a hand. "Let me see."

  I showed him my bottom and Brock whistled.

  "Now that is one red arse." He set my coffee, bacon, and biscuits in front of a chair. "Eat up, lass." The thought of sitting on the hard wooden surface made me pause, and Samson held out a hand.

  "Come here." He was the only one of my men who didn't like to see me punished. He had me sit in his lap, asking anxiously if it hurt too much. I assured him it was all right.

  The men had all finished eating, but seemed reluctant to leave. I finished everything but my coffee and Brock cleared my plate

  "Comfortable?" Jonas asked.

  I raised a brow. "Are you?" I'd noticed his tented pants.

  With a mischievous grin, he grabbed my hand and laid it over his hard member. I massaged it through the pants. I stopped to undo his placket and draw him out before sliding my hand up and down more quickly. He drew out his handkerchief and spent him
self.

  Looking around the table, I realized all my men were sitting awkwardly.

  I slid off of Samson's lap and crawled under the table to the nearest pair of legs.

  They parted and I smiled up at Brock. "Do you have something for me?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

  "Oh, aye." He hastened to undo his pants.

  One by one I sucked my men off under the table.

  Samson was so big, I bumped my head on the table a few times before he pushed his chair back. All the men watched me choke on his giant member.

  "Need help, Pearl?" Orion asked. Popping off, I dragged in several deep breaths and nodded. Gripping my hair, Orion gently coaxed me up and down Samson's thick cock until the big man was moaning. His legs shook as he came, large, endless spurts that filled my mouth and splashed my face and chest besides.

  I sat back on my haunches, blinking.

  "Naughty, Pearl, what do you do with our seed?" Scooping it off my face I licked my fingers. Heat rose into Orion's eyes and his grip in my hair tightened. "All of it."

  I cleaned up all of Samson's cum with my fingers and tongue, and would've bent to lick the drops off the floor if Orion hadn't stopped me. "Maybe next time, when the floor's been properly cleaned."

  I made up my mind to spend the rest of the day scrubbing the floors.

  Samson was still sprawled in his chair, legs askew and beautiful manhood slowly starting to droop. I kissed his cock and licked it clean before tucking it away. Pulling me up into his lap, he kissed my lips and dipped a hand between my legs. One of Samson's big fingers slid inside of me, and came out glistening. He showed it to me and I licked that clean too. I longed for him to tease my clit, but he ran his finger along my outer lips instead.

  "Fuzzy, Pearlie," he commented on the slight growth. He hadn't shaved me this week yet.

  Orion left and returned with the supplies. Instead of handing them over to Samson, the young blond knelt before me.

  "What are you doing?" I asked as Samson took my knees and drew my legs apart

  "Orion's going to get you all nice and smooth while I hold you."

  I took a deep breath; I had only ever let Samson do this. The big man seemed to understand my nervousness; he crooned while he stroked my legs.