You step inside and I close the door behind you. We stand behind the door, looking at each other in silence. I turn my gaze to the floor, not sure wha... to say. You hold out your hand, and I smile and take it. You pull me in close.“You okay?” you ask.“Mhm.”“You’re shaking.”“Sorry. Yeah, I’m okay.”“You sure you want to... ?”I nod quickly. “I’m nervous, but I want ... you.”You smile and pull me in closer until our noses are touching. We stare at each other’s eyes. I tilt my head a little bit to my. I thought I was in heaven when I knelt between her fat thighs and started kissing and licking her cum filled cunt. It was the only relationship I was ever in where I was a sub, but I was willing to do anything for her as long as I got to fuck her. After a few months I met her one night in her car, a common enough activity for us which was generally after she had fucked someone else. On this evening she told me that she had fucked someone in the morning, and later she had fucked two other guys.. God, she loved it when he told her she was a good girl.She expected him to start bouncing her on his lap, to fuck her, but he held still. She tried to do it herself, but he gripped her waist, holding her in place. She moaned with frustration. Being stuck there, feeling him inside her - feeling him *twitch* from time to time, flexing against her G-spot - was more maddeningly arousing than actually being fucked, it seemed.He held her there for the entire distance to the next station. The train. "Ethel pulled into Goober Springs at pretty close to noon, so she dropped off at the first saloon she saw for a Mexican beer. She came through the door and immediately detected the odor of a freshly fired gun. There was a crowd of people gathered at one end of the bar, so she went over to see what was going on. A saloon whore was lying on the floor with a big pool of blood under her and a big bullet hole in her chest between her breasts.Two other whores were standing there wringing their hands.