A JOB WELL DONE

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It was nearly dark when Mort Cory stiffly stepped off the stagecoach, it seemed like he'd been riding for days, although it had only been a little over twenty-four hours. He turned and pulled the shackled man to the ground then pushed him towards the Marshal's office just up the street.

Opening the door, he shoved the prisoner into the office, seeing the lawman seated behind the battered desk, he stated, "Marshal, I believe you've been waiting for this man and truth be told, I'm glad to get him off my hands. He's surly, mean and rude, besides he stinks. He's all yours."

The older lawman laughed at Mort and replied. "Sheriff Cory, I presume. I'm glad you made it all in one piece, some lawmen weren't so lucky with Granger." He grabbed the cell keys and shoved the prisoner none too gently into an empty cell, locked the door and removed his handcuffs.

As the Marshal handed him the handcuffs, Mort smiled and told him, "I was lucky, seems as though a couple of the passengers were men that weren't too fond of him. Evidently they knew the men Granger killed and they were none too happy that he's still walking around alive. I had to remind them that he was scheduled for execution and I'd appreciate them helping me get him here in one piece so he could be hung. I also told them I'd meet them at the saloon and buy them a couple of drinks. So, if you don't need anything else from me I will head on over, then it's a bath and some shut eye, I'm more tired than I've been in a long time. Good night Marshal."

Mort met the men and bought a couple of rounds before telling them, "I hate to leave good company gentlemen, but I need to get something to eat, then a bath and some sleep. I haven't closed my eyes for over twenty-four hours. Thanks again for the help, I appreciate it." He shook their hands, tossed some coins on the bar and told the barkeep to give the men another drink. With a wave he turned and walked out the door.

The two men looked at each other and smiled. They had stopped at the hotel before coming to the bar and left instructions with the proprietors to give Sheriff Cory the star treatment.

Room Service

Mort decided to get a room before he had supper. He signed the register and told the clerk that he would like a bath if at all possible, then he would like to eat.

The clerk read Mort's name and replied, "Yes Sir, Mr. Cory, there is water already heated and I will place you in a room that has a tub, so you won't be disturbed. Unfortunately the kitchen is closed, but my wife can prepare something to tide you over until morning. I will send fresh towels and linens right away."

Mort smiled, "No, don't bother your wife, there's no need to go to any extra effort, just a hot bath will do for tonight. Thank you."

The clerk handed Mort the key to number 25, which was away from the main street and much quieter, "We will make sure you aren't disturbed Mr. Cory. Have a good night."

Mort shouldered his saddle bags and walked up the stairs and down the hall to number 25. He opened the door to find a double bed, a small table and two chairs, along with a small closet to hang clothes and a small chest of drawers. There was a big window looking out towards the mountains, but what really caught his eye was a large tub filled with water. He stuck a finger in to test the temperature and smiled with contentment when he found it to be just a little too warm, but it would be just right once he got in. He tossed the saddle bags on the bed and began to undress.

Hanging his hat on the back of the chair with his gunbelt, he sat down and removed his boots and socks. He unbuttoned his shirt and pants, pulling both off as he walked to the tub. He gingerly put one foot in to test the water, finding it tolerable he immersed his leg then carefully put his other leg in, then gradually sank down until he was completely submerged up to his neck. With a huge sigh of contentment he lay back and proceeded to soak the stiffness out of his tired muscles. About the time the water was getting too cool to enjoy Mort took the bar of soap and washed the trail dust off. He was just about to crawl out of the tub when there was a small tap on the door and Mort watched as a bellman came in carrying two buckets of hot water, setting them down he took the empty buckets that were alongside the tub and bailed out some of the cold water and slowly poured the hot water in.

Mort tried to reach his wallet to give the man a tip, but he waved it off, saying it was compliments of the house. Mort thanked him and relaxed back into the now hot water, thinking he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

After twenty minutes the water was getting chilly so Mort stood up and grabbed a towel. As he stepped out of the tub there was a soft knock on the door and he heard someone say, "Room service." Putting the towel around his waist, Mort opened the door to find a lovely, dark haired lady standing there with her arms full of linens. He didn't know what to do, other than hold tight to the towel, so he stepped back as she walked into the room.

"I'm sorry that I didn't get these to you sooner. I will get the bed made quickly."

Mort stood staring at her, not sure what to do. "Ma'am, you really shouldn't be in here, you can just leave the bedding, I can take care of it."

"Nonsense, it's my job and I will take care of it. You just relax." She quickly made the bed, turned it down and plumped the pillows. Turning to Mort, she instructed, "Now sir, if you will please lie down I will give you a nice relaxing massage."

Mort gave her an incredulous look and stuttered, "No, noooo … thank you ma'am, but that won't be necessary. Please, it's not proper for you to be in here … you had better leave before someone finds you."

"I insist, lie down so I may begin." Mort was still hesitating, so she ordered him "Please lie down, now, on your stomach!" She stood with her hands on her hips until he finally shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bed, laying down making sure the towel was over his backside.

She opened a small jar of cream that she had brought in with the linens and began the massage at his shoulders and continued down to his feet. After about twenty minutes she instructed him to turn onto his back.

He once again protested, he was an honorable man and this wasn't something he normally did. "Ma'am … please this isn't proper. You shouldn't be in here, what will your boss say?"

She gave a little chuckle, "Proper or not, I am being paid to give you this massage, so turn over and let me continue."

"Paid! I don't understand." Mort had to admit that the back massage had felt wonderful, he was more relaxed then he'd been in a long time, so maybe he would feel even better after she finished the massaging.

She smiled at him as he turned over, placing the towel over his private parts, "I just do what I'm told sir. Now relax and I will continue."

Mort was watching her work, she was about his age and was a very pretty woman with gentle, yet strong hands that were beginning at his feet and working their way up his legs, causing feelings other than relaxation. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on what she was doing, not on how it was making him feel.

She had worked her way up both legs and was now working on his arms and chest. He was gritting his teeth to try and keep himself under control when her hands began a feathery course across his chest and down his abdomen, down one leg, then up the other until he nearly lost all control.

He tried to sit up, "No, this isn't right. Please ma'am, you have to stop … oh God…" Mort's shaft was now beginning to stand at attention, "Please, you can't do this … "

She pushed him back down and continued her feather soft touches, she was getting aroused watching Mort become hard and she could feel the wetness begin to form between her legs. He was a very handsome man and she couldn't stop herself from directing the feathery touches to his shaft, causing it to jump and buck … oh God she hadn't seen such manhood for a very long time … she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself …

Mort groaned and did everything in his power to stop what was happening, but there was no use, he had to find release. He ran his hands along her arms finally pulling her face down to his, where he sucked her lips, then her tongue … "Please ..."

She pulled away and lowered her head over his pulsing digit, while quickly removing her clothing. When she had shed all her clothes she moved her kisses up his abdomen, using her tongue to bring goose bumps to his skin, finally settling on first one then the other hard nipple.

By this time Mort was moaning and had lost all control of his senses, he lifted her hips, placing her over his shaft, eliciting a growl of pleasure from both of them as it slid into the wet depths. He began to slowly lift her hips up and down as she threw her head back and began bouncing on him, nearly sending him over the edge. He grabbed her in his arms and turned them over, where he slowed his thrusts, lifting his hips until he was nearly out, then slowly entering again. She was breathing fast and hard, tossing her head back and forth, her fingers raking his shoulders and back, throwing her legs around his waist she pulled him all the way into her slick warmth …

Giving one final buck, she screamed, "Ahhhhh, oh God!" She was still pushed up against Mort so tightly he could hardly move, but he could feel her pulsations as she came and they were driving him to the brink. He finally was able to withdraw his full length and rammed it home once, twice, three … "Ohhhhhhh, ahhgg!"

They lay in each other's arms breathing hard, relishing the feelings they had brought out in each other. After he had caught his breath, Mort slipped over on his side with one arm draped over her. She turned her head to look into his soft brown eyes, "Thank you, I haven't had anything like that for a very long time."

"Neither have I." He kissed her gently before they both fell asleep.

It was nearly daylight when he awakened as she traced the scar in the middle of his chest, causing goose bumps. She lowered her face and slowly ran her tongue around the scar, moving her lips to his nipples, then up his chest to his mouth. "Is this a gunshot wound? It looks like it hit you right in the heart, how'd you survive?"

Mort was having a difficult time breathing, telling her, "It was easier to survive that than what you're doing to me now, if you don't quit, I'll lose it."

"I don't want this to end, please do it again." Her tongue was trailing along his jaw, down his neck, then his chest and slowly down his abdomen … he groaned as she took his lengthening digit in her mouth, all the while massaging his balls. She slowly stroked him in and out of her throat, nearly sending him over the edge … he grabbed her hair and brought her face to his, where he took her mouth with deep thrusts of his tongue, sucking on her lips … she threw her head back as he trailed his tongue down her exposed neck to first one breast then the other, causing each nipple to harden, with one more flick of his tongue, he turned her onto her back, running his tongue down her stomach to her flaming snatch, assaulting her there until she was nearly over the edge. He trailed his tongue across her abdomen to her face, where he kissed her deeply, he then slowly inserted his rock hard shaft to its full length, where he held still until she began to squirm, "Please … don't stop … do it now!"

Mort held back, trying to let the sensations lesson as he didn't want to release his load before she reached her plateau. He kissed her lips, moving to her ears and down the soft slender throat and on to her plump breasts and nipples, using his tongue to circle each bud, bringing them to a hard knob. He had her begging before he slowly began to move in and out, holding back at the end of each outward stroke. She was beginning to moan and thrusting her hips against him, it was finally too much for him and he began speeding up. She was meeting him stroke for stroke, the sensations building until they exploded simultaneously … collapsing in exhaustion, they were soon asleep once more.

A knock on the door woke Mort at nine o'clock, "Mr. Cory, breakfast is being served in the restaurant whenever you're ready. The stage leaves at eleven." As awareness returned he was disappointed to find that the woman was gone, leaving no evidence that she had been here other than a tenderness in his groin that he wasn't used to.

Mort dressed and headed to the café, he was starving, as he hadn't had a chance to eat anything the night before. He stopped at the desk to pay his bill, only to find out that the county had taken care of his room as well as his meals. The clerk said he was welcome back any time and wished him a safe journey.

He entered the restaurant and sat at a table near the back. He was reading an old newspaper when a cup of coffee was placed on the table. He glanced up as he said, "Thank you …" And looked into her eyes, the eyes of the woman who had brought him so much pleasure the night before.

"Good morning, what would you like for breakfast?" The look on her face told him what she would like to have.

He thought 'I'd like that too', but told her, "I'll just have the ham and eggs." She nodded and went to place his order.

After an excellent breakfast and two more cups of coffee, he felt he was ready to face the day. He climbed the stairs to his room to pack, and as he had over an hour to kill before his stage left he decided to spend it resting in his room. It was a long trip back to Laramie, he was tired and he was not looking forward to the long stage ride. After packing his saddle bags he stretched out on the bed where his mind traveled back to last night. He was smiling with the memories of what transpired as he fell asleep.

Good Bye

She quietly entered Mort's room and as she approached the bed she was quickly removing her clothing and when she reached him she was completely naked. She stood staring at him, aware of how handsome he was and how she was going to enjoy this.

He awoke with a start as she began kissing him … she straddled his arms and body and began unbuttoning his shirt, when the shirt fell open she moved from his mouth to his chest, sucking his nipples, and running her tongue over his chest as if she couldn't get enough of him. Her hands moved from unbuttoning his shirt to releasing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, Mort tried to get his arms free to get his pants off, "No, please let me pleasure you this time." She immediately dropped her mouth to his chest, trailing her tongue from one nipple to his mouth, where she lightly ran her tongue over his lips. He moaned and tried to take her tongue into his mouth, but she pulled back, telling him, "Just enjoy it Sweetheart, let me do all the work."

Mort couldn't move … he was weak with desire, but all he could do was moan, with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He had never felt like this, he needed release, but she was torturing him with her tongue, trailing from his mouth, down across his chest, all the while massaging his balls. His manhood was trapped under her wetness. She was literally driving him insane and he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh God, please, noooo … " She trailed her tongue back over his chest … he couldn't handle it any longer and with a thrust of his hips he lifted her enough to free his arms, wrapping them around her he stopped her assault and held her tight while trying to get his breath back.

After a few minutes he pulled her onto his chest where he kissed her deeply, while squeezing her breasts, finally trailing kisses down her neck and taking first one nipple then the other, sucking them into hardness.

Her hands were frantically moving all over his body with light feathery touches, causing his skin to tingle. He was trying to kick his pants off when she grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to hers, shoving her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Even though his legs were still trapped by his pants, he couldn't wait any longer … he lifted her and shoved her onto his bucking manhood and gently and slowly began lifting her, stroking in and out … as he would near the point of no return, he would stop … holding her body still, while kissing her softly and slowly until the feelings lessoned, then he would begin again, slowly in and out … she was squirming and moaning, nearing her orgasm … he also was beyond being able to stop, he continued lifting her slowly until she screamed, "Ahhh, please! Faster, faster!" But Mort held her tight and kept slowly moving her up and down, bringing her to an explosion of pleasure … he then moved a little faster, but still gently, until he couldn't breathe, "Oh God have mercy!" He lifted her hips and thrust his rod in and out, until he shot his load into her with one final thrust. "Ahhhhhhhh …!" She collapsed onto his chest, kissing him as they tried to catch their breaths.

PAID IN FULL

Mort didn't make it to the stage station, he was much too busy with a beautiful lady who was making him feel every inch a man. If he lived through it, he would be on tomorrow's stage, in the meantime he was going to enjoy their time together.

Before they left the hotel the next day Mort stopped to try and pay his room and food bill, but was once again told that everything was paid for. "Who's paying, and why? No one knows me, I'm just a lawman from Laramie who delivered a prisoner."

She smiled at him, "The whole town is paying your bills, they are all marked 'paid in full'. Five years ago Granger murdered a number of people in our town, including my husband. Then he disappeared, we didn't think we would ever get our revenge on him, then we heard you found him and were bringing him back. All our prayers were being answered and we will finally watch him hang. For that the town has paid your bills … but some of us had to pay the only way we could. I'll never forget you, thank you for making me feel like a woman again. Good bye … Mort." She kissed him then turned and walked away without a backwards glance.

Mort shook his head and sadly replied, "Good bye." He climbed into the stage, gingerly sitting down and said to himself, 'I'll never forget you either … damn, I never did learn her name …'

The End