"Jailhouse Quickie" This story takes place during the earlier years.

Kitty looked at the clock on the wall of the Long Branch. The hands were coming together near the top. It was almost noon. It was the perfect time for her to step out for a period of time. There were a few patrons at the bar, but Sam could easily handle it. She didn't plan on being gone too long. Kitty walked over to Sam.

"Sam, I'm hungry. I'm gonna step out and get something to eat," Kitty partially lied. She was hungry, but not for food. Kitty Russell was hungry for a certain Marshall, and she wanted, no she need to get her full of him.

"Sure, Miss Kitty," said Sam. "It's not too busy here. Take your time." Sam put away the mug he had just cleaned and dried.

"Thanks, Sam," Kitty responded. "I won't be too long. I'm sure you're probably getting hungry for lunch." Sam smiled as Kitty pushed the batwing doors forward and walked out of the Long Branch. She would make sure she wasn't gone too long.

Matt was sitting at his desk, when the door opened. He looked up from the new wanted posters that had come in today's mail. He smiled when he saw Kitty standing there. "Hello, Kitty. What brings you here?"

"I'm hungry," Kitty simply stated.

Matt had a look of disappointment on his face. "I can't leave the jail until Chester gets back. He 'n Doc left a few minutes ago. They went to Delmonico's for lunch. Can ya wait a half an hour? Chester should be back then."

"Can't leave the jail?" Kitty questioned. "Do you have an occupant in one of your cells?" If Matt did, that would thwart Kitty's plans.

"No, but I do need to start a report on last night's drunken brawl," Matt answered. "I figured I'd get it done while there's peace 'n quiet in the jail." Matt did not need to explain to Kitty what he meant. She knew Matt sometimes had trouble concentrating on his work when Chester was around, especially when he started to sing. "Listen. You go back to the Long Branch. Let me get my report done. When Chester gets back, I'll swing by the Long Branch 'n take you to Delmonico's."

"I'm pretty sure that what I'm hungry for isn't on Delmonico's menu," said Kitty.

Matt knitted his eyebrows together. "Oh? What are you hungry for?"

Kitty walked over to Matt and leaned down to kiss him. "You."

Matt swallowed. His mouth was suddenly dry. "Me?"

"Mmhm. You've been gone for the last week, and my body practically aches for you. I have this hunger that only you can satisfy," Kitty's sultry voice declared. Kitty was now sitting on Matt's lap. Her tongue was tracing the outer shell of his ear.

Matt's breathing was becoming shallow. Kitty was having quite the effect on him. "I suppose we could sneak off to your room."

"Not my room. Here," Kitty whispered in Matt's ear.

"Here?" Matt practically squeaked. "Have you lost your mind? We can't do anything here. What if someone walks in on us?"

"The chance of someone walking in gives it more of a thrill," Kitty replied. "Besides, who's gonna walk in? You said Chester went to lunch with Doc. We both know Chester's relationship with food. He'll be gone for at least a half hour, if not more. If it makes you feel better, we don't even have to get out of our clothes. That will make it even quicker."

Matt contemplated Kitty's suggestion. He couldn't believe he was going to actually agree to this, but Kitty was doing some things to his body that needed to be taken care of. "Alright, let's go satisfy that hunger of yours," he huskily whispered. Matt decided his own hunger would be satisfied.

Matt stood up from his chair, lifting Kitty as he did. He carried her to the jail cells. Matt considered closing the door to the cells, but decided against it. He wanted to be able to hear if some did come in. Matt took Kitty to the first cell and deposited her on the cot. Normally the two lovers would indulge in some foreplay, but there was no time for that.

Matt started to undo his zipper, but Kitty stopped him. "Let me do that." She grabbed the pull tab and brought it downward, relieving some of the pressure Matt was feeling in his groin area.

Kitty gently pushed Matt backwards. Matt took the clue and sat down on the cot. He went to release his male member from his underwear, but once again Kitty stopped him. She used her own hand to find her treasure and unburied it. After she did, Kitty began to stroke Matt up and down.

"Oh god woman," Matt panted. "What you do to me…"

"God isn't here," Kitty declared. "But let's see how close to heaven you and I can get."

Kitty pulled up her dress and removed her undergarments. In one smooth motion, she was straddling Matt sheathing herself around him. She enjoyed the feeling of Matt's zipper and canvas pants against her delicate skin. Matt took Kitty's hips and started to grind her against him. Kitty soon found Matt's rhythm and began moving herself up and down on him. Matt started grinding her faster as Kitty moved up and down more quickly. Both were so close to their release. In a blinding moment, Kitty's muscles clenched hard around Matt. Her climax was one of the best she ever had. Matt's climax immediately followed Kitty's. He pumped vigorously inside of her. When they were finished, Kitty rested her forehead against Matt's. Both were trying to catch their breath.

Suddenly they could hear Chester coming. He was singing one of his songs. Kitty quickly got up off of Matt and put her undergarments back on. Matt stood up, adjusted himself, and zipped up his zipper. He quickly made sure he was presentable.

"I'll sneak out the back door," said Kitty as she gave Matt a quick kiss. "We'll have to have ourselves another jailhouse quickie again sometime." Matt silently agreed as Kitty walked out the door. Matt went to the front of the jail and sat at his desk just in time to see Chester walk inside.

Chester looked at Matt and saw how flushed he looked. "Mr. Dillon, are ya feeling alright? Ya look a little flushed."

"Chester, I never felt better," Matt answered. "Now that you're back, I think I'll see if Kitty wants to have lunch with me." Matt was hungry. He had just worked up quite an appetite and was sure that Kitty had so too.

"I just saw her walking towards the Long Branch," Chester informed Matt.

"Thanks, Chester," said Matt. "I'll be back later."

Chester scratched his head as Matt grabbed his hat and walked out. He could see that Matt had been sweating. "Forever more. I sure hope Mr. Dillon ain't comin' down with something." Chester started to sing. "My daddy came west to Kansas, to make his home in Kansas, but all he made was his own grave, when he crossed the path of killer Dave."

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