At the time I simply couldn,t get enough western movies and as it was the golden age for tv westerns devoured them with much pleasure, but my fantasy ...ream was a sexy one. I,ll use fictitious names and if any reader has the name I used I apologise as it,s totally made up. The setting is 1880s southwestern USA in a fairly lawless cattle town where sudden death can happen at any time. On a fairly quiet evening a lone rider enters the small high street dressed in a long leather overcoat to counter. She would softly say, “Khushboo aiee ab? Paas a kar sungho na! Mujhe bhi to tumhara lund sunghna hai. Agar mein apni choot dikhaon to apna mota, ganda sa lund sunghaoge? Mein usko achi tarah saaf karoongi. Ek kutiya hi ek kutte ko thik se saf kar sakti hai.” Her voice is delicate, but her words are filthy.Staring at the screen and her legs and her dirty juice seeping through her panties, I’d be jacking off and say, “Dikha apni choot kutiya.” She would glance behind her to see if anyone was. The third stroke shot across the breasts and again those fiendish teeth bit into soft flesh. Hardly had the stroke fallen when the lash struck into her sex, the tender flesh taking the stroke and adding to the messages to the woman`s grey cells. Pain ebbing away from below, but the pins in the bra left her with a longer distraction. The whipping had stopped… they were waiting… falteringly her voice asked for the second round, her eyes shut now, tears falling to drip on her chest , her breath in. He stopped stood up and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me in for a kiss, and his tongue jammed down my throat I couldn't help but jam mine right back at his. I couldn't believe this night had gone from movie, to talking about sex with chicks, to actually kissing one of my good friends."You want to go a little farther" he said"What did you have in mind" I said with complete curiosity to where this might head."How about you get that pretty little ass of yours on that couch so I can fuck.