Two Cowboys To Protect Her by Lacey Davis

Chapter 8

Now that Rena was here, she felt nervous. Would her men think it strange that she wanted to witness what it was for two men to take a woman? To see what actually happened in the bedroom.

Last night, she’d been shocked that they asked her to marry them, and yet, it was exactly what she wanted. Since they saved her in the saloon, she’d been dreaming about what it would feel like to be in their arms.

Being with both of them was different and that’s why she needed to understand what she was accepting.

As they walked up to the whorehouse, she glanced up at the sign. Her men led her around to the back door and then covered her face with a scarf. They were trying to protect her reputation.

“This way no one will see you,” Clayton said. They led her up the steps and into the house.

“Madam Mollie, thank you for having us tonight,” Harley said as they came into the rear of the brothel.

The woman dressed in the latest fashion glanced at Rena and then smiled.

“The room is all prepared. When you move the painting, you should find the peepholes. Cherie just went in with two gentlemen. So you need to hurry.”

Rena wrung her hands together as she walked past the madam and up the stairs with her gentleman. The lady probably thought they were going to have sex, but they weren’t married, so that was not going to happen tonight.

Harley put the key in the lock and entered the room, followed by her and then Clayton. They had shielded her as much as possible from the prying eyes of anyone they met in the hall.

Slowly she removed her scarf and hat. Clayton walked over to the painting on the wall and removed it. Then he took a peek at the other side of the wall.

Moans echoed through the room, the noise coming from next door.

“Let me see,” Rena said, eager to witness what she could expect if she accepted their offer. She probably would because what did she have to lose? And her men were so very dream worthy.

They moved aside and she looked through the hole. “Oh,” she said as she watched the man fucking the woman from behind. He gripped her hips and was plunging in and out of what appeared to be her pussy. The second man was at the woman’s head and his penis was in her mouth. His hands were threaded through her hair, and he held her head as he rocked his cock back and forth in her mouth. She gazed up at him like she was worshipping him.

A loud pop resounded in the room and Rena realized the man behind her had slapped her on the ass.

“Squeeze me,” he commanded as he slapped her ass again.

Suddenly Rena felt Harley behind her, pushing into her backside. She could feel his cock pushing against her buttocks.

“What do you see, Rena,” Clayton asked.

“The woman has his cock in her mouth and the second man is in her pussy."

The man in front suddenly cried out as he held her head against his crotch. “Oh, Cherie, you suck the best.”

She smiled up at him, his member slipping from her mouth. Immediately, her hands went to work on him.

“Give me just a minute, sugar, and I’ll be ready to sink my cock in your ass.”

Rena glanced at Clayton. “Oh, he’s going to put it in her ass.”

The man pumping into her pussy, slapped her hard on the ass and then cried out.

Both men had come, and she wondered how they were going to do it again so soon. And would they be able to get it into her ass.

Rena turned to her men to see each rubbing their cock through their pants. Harley asked, “Honey, are you all wet between your legs?”

How did they know?

“Yes,” she said.

Clayton said, unbuttoning the front of her dress, “Tonight is all about making you happy.”

She wasn’t certain how she felt about this until Clayton’s fingers slipped inside her dress and found her nipples. With a little twist, he sent spirals of desire slamming into her as she gasped.

“Keep watching,” Clayton said, pulling his hands away. “Don’t take your eyes off the peephole until we tell you to. If you do, you’ll get a spanking.”

There he went with the idea of spanking her, and yet it dawned on that the whore had been hit on the behind. Could it be pleasurable? The woman acted like she enjoyed them smacking her on the butt.

There was only one way to find out.

Placing her face against the wall, she gazed at the three people again. One man now lay under the woman and the second man was behind her. He was rubbing something on his cock.

“Put lots of lotion on it, honey,” she told him.

The man on the bottom smacked her on the ass. “Haven’t we always taken good care of you.”

“Yes, you have,” she admitted. “Better than most of my clients. With you, I have an orgasm because you’re so good.”

Orgasm? She leaned back from the hole. “What’s an orgasm?”

“Keep your face to the wall and watch. You’ll see.”

Well, that was certainly no help.

The man behind the woman leaned in close. “Honey, I’m about to shove my cock so far up your ass, you’re going to be screaming when I’m done with you.”

The whore glanced back at him and smiled. “Please, fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” he said as he spread her cheeks and took some kind of cream and rubbed it along her ass, sticking his fingers in her pert little rosebud. Then he placed his cock at the hole and slowly began to enter her ass.

“Yes,” the whore cried. “It feels so big inside me. You’re filling me up.”

“Oh, my,” Rena said, feeling breathless. “He put it in her ass and she liked it.” She felt more wetness between her legs. What was happening to her?

Harley leaned in close. “Just like we’re going to eventually do to you.”

Warmth spread through and she leaned back against Harley. “Oh my.”

With her gaze still focused in the other room, she watched as the man slide his cock until his hips rested against the woman's cheeks then he said, “I’m in. All the way.”

“Now my turn,” the man beneath her said. Rena watched with disbelief as he entered her pussy.

The whore moaned. “Oh, yes, please, please, I want to come. I’m stuffed with your big cocks.”

“Not yet,” the man beneath her said. “Unless you want me to take you over my knee and paddle you good.”

Even her men had threatened to spank her if she disobeyed and part of her longed to see what that would feel like.

Harley stood behind her and she could feel his erection through her skirts. With a gasp, she turned and looked at him.

“Eyes on the wall,” he told her.

“But you said we would wait,” she said with a gulp.

“And we will, but you’re going to experience your first orgasm tonight,” he said as he shoved his cock against her backside. It was long and hard, and she couldn’t imagine it being inside her.

Clayton lifted her skirts and she froze. What were they doing? Fear had her gasping as she felt her bloomers pulled down to mid-thigh.

“Clayton,” she said.

“Relax, honey, we’re going to make you feel so good. Keep watching,” he told her as his fingers suddenly found her center.

Surprise fired through her as she realized they were doing with their fingers what the other men had done to the whore with their cocks.

As much as it frightened her, it also sent a rush of desire cascading through her like a flash fire. She tried to watch the others, but it was hard to concentrate on what was going on when there were fingers everywhere.

“She’s dripping,” Clayton told Harley. “Our woman likes to watch.”

“I’m learning,” she gasped as he shoved not one, but two fingers inside her. This was how a cock would feel and already she could see the reason why the woman enjoyed the two men.

“Eyes forward,” Harley warned her. “We want you to see her orgasm.”

Whatever this orgasm was, they were insistent she learn about it. Just then the woman cried out as the men were taking turns filling her with their cocks. In and out of both her pussy and her ass.

“I’m going to come,” the whore cried. “Please, let me come.”

The man smacked her on the ass and suddenly her body tensed, the woman screamed as she thrust onto them. Her body vibrating and shaking as she screamed with pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” she cried as Rena watched in awe. That was an orgasm?

“Squeeze it, baby, squeeze my cock hard,” the man behind her said. “Milk it until it slides out.”

Panting, she turned and smiled at him until his cock slid from her ass.

They collapsed onto the bed and she lay between them.

“You boys certainly know how to make a girl feel special. When are you coming back in town?”

“Not for a while,” the one who had been on the bottom said.

She gave a pout. “But you’re my favorite clients.”

Suddenly her men were pulling her away from the peephole. Clayton hung the picture on the wall.

When she turned, they were staring at her like she was dessert.

“Can we watch them again?”

Shaking their heads, they smiled at her. “Time to create our own scene. Time for you to experience your first orgasm.”

While it had looked like fun watching someone else, actually doing it made her nervous.

“Step out of your bloomers,” Harley commanded.

Clayton helped her and then he brought them to his nose. “Sweet, sweet pussy. But you won’t be needing these any longer.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re no longer going to wear bloomers or any type of undergarments. You will always be available to us, anytime, anywhere we want to take you.”

A knot of nerves appeared in her throat and she had a hard time swallowing. Was this what she wanted? They were handsome as sin and yet what choice did she have?

They led her across the room to the bed.

“Strip,” Clayton said.

“But we’re waiting,” she replied.

“Rena, don’t make me have to tell you this again. We’re waiting, you’re not,” Harley said. “Now do as you're told or receive your first spanking.”

What the man didn’t know was that she had a stubborn streak and she could be ornery if needed, and when he commanded her to do something, the resistant part of her wanted to rebel.

For a moment, she stood there and then Clayton came up behind her. “Let me help you finish with the buttons on your dress.” He'd already unfastened half of the them.

“I can do it.”

But did she want to?

They watched her and finally she began to unbutton her dress. Slowly letting it slide to the floor, she stood before them in her silk petticoats, lace chemise, and corset.

“Oh no, this has got to go,” Clayton said as he whirled her around and began to undo her corset.

“This is what all women wear,” she said in protest.

“Not our woman,” Harley told her. “We want to walk up behind you, lift your skirt and fuck you. We want to feel your breasts against our hands. We want to see our babies suckling at your breast.”

Clayton tossed her corset aside. “Never again. Doesn’t that feel better?”

Maybe, but she would never admit it to them. Suddenly she felt her chemise being lifted over her head. Her petticoats were all that were left.

Nervous, she crossed her arms across her breasts trying to hide them.

“No, honey, never hide yourself from us. You’re beautiful and we love seeing you naked. I can’t wait to taste those sweet breasts,” Clayton told her as he moved her arms down.

Harley removed her petticoats and she stood before them naked. They stared and she wondered if they did not approve.

“We are two very lucky men,” Harley said with a gasp. “On the bed, honey.”

She scooted onto the mattress and Clayton climbed up with her.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” she asked.

“Oh, hell no,” he said. “Because then we would not be waiting until tomorrow.”

He took her hand and laid it on his cock and she gasped. He was hard. Very hard.

“I did that?”

“Yes,” he gasped.

Harley was between her legs, whipping up shaving lather in a mug.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold still and you’ll see,” he said with a grin.

Suddenly she felt the brush between her legs. A spiral of heat seemed to explode within her as all her nerves came alive.

“Oh, my, what is happening?”

Clayton’s lips closed around her breasts and a tingle zipped through her straight to the apex of her legs. Both men were making her feel so very wanted. So very good.

“I’m going to shave you,” Harley said, but she no longer cared as all the desire seemed to center between her legs.

“Then I’m going to lick you from top to bottom,” he said.

She felt the razor and held her breath hoping he didn’t cut something he shouldn’t. “Look at that sweet pussy,” Harley said.

Unable to resist, she glanced down and saw the lips that outlined her pussy. It was then that she remembered the whore did not have any hair down there.

Harley spread her legs wider as his head disappeared between them. She cried as she felt his lips on her folds. His tongue licked her sending strange sensations through her body.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked, her breath rushed.

“Relax,” Clayton said “You’re about to have your first orgasm.”

She remembered the whore and suddenly she understood why her body tensed and her voice called out begging to come.

“Ride it, baby,” Clayton said. “Just let your body take over and it will carry you.”

Her hands clenched the bed covering and she could feel the tension gripping her. “Oh no. Oh, no. Please.”

Clayton’s lips covered hers and his mouth was demanding as his tongue swept inside her mouth.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Clayton,” she cried as she pulled her lips from his, her body arching up off the bed as Harley continued to lick her, the sensations growing.

Her body tensed and her breathing became a gasp for air.

“Harley,” she cried.

“Ride it, baby, ride it,” he murmured against her.

Then the explosion inside her took her over the edge and she screamed as she closed her eyes. For a moment, she lay there not moving as she slowly ebbed back to earth and her mind recognized that they were still in the whorehouse.

And she had just experienced her first orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, her two men were staring at her with the biggest smiles on their faces. But there was more and suddenly she wanted it all.

“Why are we waiting?” she asked. “What was it that whore said? Fuck me, please, fuck me,” she said with a gasp.

The two men immediately shook their head. “Not until we’re married. But we do have something for you,” Harley said.

He held up a spiral shaped wooden dowel.

“This is a butt plug. Since I had the pleasure of eating your pussy, Clayton is going to show you how it works and put it in. Every few days, we’ll give you a bigger one until the day that your ass is property stretched and prepared.”

She stared at the dowel. “Won’t it hurt?”

“A little, but we’re going to make it pleasurable. You’re going to have your second orgasm of the night,” Clayton said, taking it from Harley and putting lotion on it just like the man in the other room did for the whore before he put his cock in her ass. “Up on your knees.”

It seemed like such an awkward and embarrassing position to be in.

“Someday soon, we’re going to take you just like those two men took that whore in the next room.”

At the mere thought of two men fucking her, she felt herself growing wet again. When she was up on her knees, Harley ran his hand over her buttocks.

“Man, I can’t wait to give you a spanking,” he said.

“No, it will hurt,” she whimpered.

“But it will also feel good,” he said as he popped her on the ass.

Stunned, she felt the heat spread from her buttocks to her center, her pussy clenching, looking for something. Was she a bad girl if she enjoyed what they were doing to her body? Did all married couples do this?

He smacked her again and she moaned as she felt his fingers rubbing between her legs, stroking her clit. In the past, she had touched herself, but this was much better.

“Oh,” she cried.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” Clayton told Harley. “She’s enjoying it. Look at that sweet little puckered rosebud. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”

She licked her lips and then she felt a finger slowly rubbing circles around her ass.

“Lean down on your arms, baby,” Harley said.

When she did, she felt Clayton’s finger go inside her ass and she froze. It didn’t hurt, in fact, it felt good. Gently he pushed in and out and she wanted to grasp his finger and hold it there while Harley rubbed her clit. Between the two of them, they were driving her over the edge once again.

“I think she likes this. She’s gripping my fingers.”

“Put it in,” she said, knowing the feel would send her into orgasm.

Clayton removed his fingers and she felt the wooden dowel. It stretched her and she gasped at the width, but he continued. When it was firmly in, he began to pull it out and she cried out.

“Oh, Clayton, please,” she cried as her body flooded with heat.

He hit her on the ass and that sent her over the edge once again.

“Fuck me,” she screamed just like the whore, and now more than ever, she understood why she was begging the men to stick their cocks in her. Never had she felt so much.

While her body slowly relaxed, she felt the butt plug in her ass, still there as a reminder. Every move she made would make her long for her men’s attention. Every move would remind her that soon they would claim her back there.

“How am I to work with that thing up my ass? It’s going to make me want the both of you.”

“And that’s why we did it,” Harley said.

They grinned.

Clayton got down on one knee. “Now, will you marry us?”

How could she deny them when she wanted to experience more of this pleasure?

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Come, it’s time to go home. Tomorrow is our wedding night,” Harley said, rising from the bed.

Clayton held out his hand to help her up. “You are a very hot, passionate woman and I can’t wait to make you our wife.”

They handed her dress to her. “That’s all you need. The rest of this will be discarded.”

The thought of walking through town naked except for her dress had her cringing. Why did she get the feeling this was going to be a new way of life? One she would have to adjust to.