The Drifter

Chloe Cherry works the Dry Gulch Saloon. She needs fifteen bucks by sundown or her husband’s gonna take it out of her hide. He’s off chasing a wagon axle, and the second he’s gone trouble walks through the doors. Xander Corvus steps out of the California sun looking for a cold drink. Chloe tries to overcharge him. Wrong move. He grabs her throat, shoves her down, cinches a belt around her wrists, and pushes his cock past her lips until spit strings from her chin. She’s starving for it—her old man never touches her. So when Xander rips her blouse open and palms those pale tits, she only moans louder. He flips her onto all fours, drives into her soaked pussy, then drags her outside and lashes her to a hitching post. One leg raised, ball-gag jammed between her teeth, she drools while he stripes her ass with a flogger. The sun beats down. Nobody hears her. He pounds her cunt again, then forces his thick shaft into her tight hole, stretching her open until she’s gaping and shaking. She begs for more. Back inside he switches her with flogger and crop until she’s dripping, then hammers her ass and pussy in turn until her eyes cross. When he’s ready he paints her tits, wipes his cock clean on her tongue, and disappears down the road.