Self-satisfaction swelled within Abby’s bare breast, a sense of power taking her for a brief moment as the sounds of lusty appreciation rumbled from the man she knelt before. When he began to speak, the lashing ministrations of her tongue stilled for a brief moment, a flash of irritation lighting her eyes at his description of her as one of  “Lola’s distractions,” as though she were merely a common whore. She was about to pull off and say as much, but his next words made her nearly redouble her efforts to please him. Her mind was a jumble of questions.<em>Is Lola selling to King? Is King really going to run the saloon? If so, why is Lola trying to distract him? What did this all mean for <strong>me</strong>? </em><br/><br/>With each passing moment and each growling sound from his throat, that initial sense of power was stripped away. The questions lingered, but were pushed aside by more immediate concerns. King’s hands were gripping her head as he thrust his rigid length deep inside, the thick head sliding further beyond her point of comfort. The light touch of her left hand on his thigh had become more forceful as she attempted to push him away or give him some indication that he was taking her too hard. In the swirling heat of his lust, that weak refusal went unheeded. Finally her face was pressed firmly against him, the full length of his throbbing cock filling her mouth and entering the back of her throat. Red-rimmed blue eyes swam with wetness as she struggled to keep from choking while simultaneously trying to continue pleasing him.<br/><br/>Just as she teetered on the edge of panic, King pulled himself from her mouth. Abby knelt with her bruised mouth open and smeared with the wetness of her saliva, gasping in mouthfuls of air. Mid-breath, Kings mouth slid over hers, taking her with his lips and tongue. Between their joined mouths, a gasping cry surged forth as his fingers found her center. Whimpering and writhing, her hips ground down against his thrusting fingers the unmistakably slick sound of her arousal matching the wet slapping of their kiss. When he pulled back, lust clouded eyes struggled to focus on his face while her body continued to rock eagerly into his touch.<br/><br/>His string of questions confused her, putting images into her head of the worst possible outcome. She had come to Lola’s to escape the possibility of those very eventualities but here he was saying that they were just around the corner. Rationally, she knew that he was misconstruing things. Lola never forced her to whore herself out and certainly had never indicated that she would toss her out for not doing so. But the tone of King’s voice and the look in those dark eyes had her mind racing with fear. To top it all off, the sudden burst of his fingers working in and out of her body left her quivering and bucking forward, without much attention left to give thoughtful consideration. Instead, she gave into what he was saying, wrapping herself in the fantasy of his promise, “Yes! Yes, Sir! Please!” She didn’t know what it was he was offering, what he might be promising her, but she knew in her bones that she wanted it desperately.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind, her hand reached between their kneeling bodies and wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. Her fingers stroked madly over him, pumping in time with the speed set by his thrusting fingers. The slickness coating her belly where his head pressed against ivory skin added another level of lurid pleasure to their actions, increasing Abby’s pleasure to new heights. At some point her free hand reached down to grip him, attempting to force his fingers in deeper, and found that the wetness of her arousal was dripping down his fingers and wetting his palm and wrist. The curling stroke of his long fingers into that hidden center finally sent her over the edge. Throwing her head back, a primal cry of passion tore from her mouth while the slick walls of her body clamped tightly around his touch.<br/><br/>Gasping and moaning in the continuing pulses of her orgasm, she leaned forward against King to keep herself from crumbling. The hand on his cock had slowed as she was focused on her pleasure but soon her fingers were pressing and sliding along his length again. Her lips found his neck and shoulder, licking and kissing at his salty skin as she murmured encouragement for him to reach his own orgasm.