Saloon Suck
Leandra J. Piper
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 by Leandra J. Piper

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The rain was coming down in sheets the night the stranger rode into town. The saloon was packed, but quiet. No one wanted to test the barman. No one wanted to get thrown out into that windblown hell outside. Instead they huddled tight around their drinks, no one saying much. A game of cards meandered along in the corner, but nobody's heart was in it. It was the sort of rain that sucked everyone's spirits dry.
More than a few people glared when the door banged open, letting in a burst of the wind and the rain and the stranger. He was tall, that one, and his duster was soaked. Water streamed off his hat, and he left a puddle behind him when he finally stepped away from the door. What attention he gathered soon left him, the patrons knowing when to leave well enough alone.
He made his way to the bar and took himself a seat, setting both gloved hands right down on the polished surface. The barman got a better look at him then, and saw that he was pale, pale like he hadn't seen the sun in years. But the barman wasn't a young man, and he'd seen a lot of things, so he wasn't about to raise an eyebrow at even so strange a thing as that. "What can I get for you?" he asked the stranger. "Beer? Whiskey?"
The stranger smiled, but thinly, so his lips stayed close together. "Oh, I never drink," he said in a voice like old gravel, then like an afterthought clarified, "... whiskey." He lifted his head up, giving the barman a look, a look that commanded attention like a whisper. "I'm looking for a place to hole up for a few days. Something quiet, if there is such a thing round these parts."
The barman drummed his fingers against the glass he was polishing. "I ain't seen you around these parts before," he said, conversational-like. "Could I ask what brings you here into town?" He set that glass up with the others and took to cleaning the next, watching the stranger close. He never looked too far away from the stranger's eyes.
"Well, that's a fair question," said the stranger, doffing his hat and setting it aside on the counter. "I'm here to work. I've got a job lined up but I got into town a couple days early. Old man Miller's been having a problem with rustlers lately, needs someone to keep an eye on his herds at night."
Well, that satisfied the barman well enough. The old rancher'd been in more than once, making much of the kind of ill fortune that had been thinning his herds like that. "I know him," he said, giving the stranger a nod. "I can't say I've got good news for you though. Since they found gold out in the hills, there hasn't been a free room to be had for miles. Even the widow Jones has some bunkers, and she's been shy since her husband passed, God rest his soul."
The stranger drummed his fingers against the bar, tap tap tap. "That puts me in a bit of a bind, you understand," he said, holding the barman's gaze as easily as he would the gun on his hip. "Might be you know someone I could bunk with? I'd not be underfoot. I sleep during the day. The job, you see. Just so long as the place has some good curtains. Have a devil's time trying to sleep with the sun in my eyes."
He hesitated, but the barman looked right in the stranger's eyes and could tell he was a good, sincere sort of fellow. Didn't seem right to put someone like that out, who'd been travelling for who knows how long to get to a simple job like that. The stranger smiled again, this time giving a flash of good, sharp teeth. "Well now," the barman said. "If it's only a few days, until you get in touch with Miller, I've got a room in back you could share. It's not much to look at, and it's not a lot of space, but allowing you'll only be there in the day, I don't see that it would be trouble."
A couple crumpled dollar bills made their way up onto the bar. "I'd be much obliged," said the stranger. "I know it's not convenient for either of us. And I assure you, I will be talking to my employer directly about making some other sort of arrangement." The stranger smiled at the barman again, flashing those perfect white teeth of his.
Now as soon as the barman broke eye contact with the stranger, he felt kind of strange. Like he'd been snookered somehow, but he couldn't tell for the life of him how or why. He put it out of his mind, since the stranger seemed so on the level, and he was already making inquiries about the town. Who was in charge, and the best places for eats. Before long, it was like the stranger had faded into the background of the saloon, just another of the fixtures sitting around chatting, keeping their mind off the rain.

*

It was just before sundown the next day when the barman stepped into his room to find the stranger lying there. He'd hung a dark sheet over the room's lone window, but somehow the stranger stood out from the darkness. The bedsheets only came up to his waist, and the barman couldn't take his eyes away from the pale, pale skin that revealed. The stranger wasn't asleep, either. He was watching the door, like he'd been waiting for the barman. "C'mere," he said, voice rumbling in the quiet of the bedroom.
The barman looked at the stranger's eyes and stepped on over to him, though he couldn't quite explain why. When the stranger swept his sheet away, the barman saw he was buck naked beneath, with a member that was almost obscenely large. Ordinarily he would have stepped away, left the room, but for some reason he didn't much want to. Instead he looked away from that thick, half-erect cock, and back up to the stranger's eyes.
When the stranger smiled, his teeth seemed a lot sharper than before, almost like fangs. "Go ahead," he said, voice turning into a slick siren song. "I could hardly tell you no, when I can see so plain what you're wanting." And the barman realized then it was true, he wanted to get down on his knees and put his mouth on the stranger's cock, lick it and pull it in his mouth and drink the man's cum. He didn't much think it was strange, though he never went for men before. Seems he couldn't help himself, looking looking from the stranger's eyes to his cock.
He didn't much hesitate any longer than that. The barman dropped down onto his knees in front of the bed, right between the stranger's white white legs. Now he leaned right in, like he wasn't quite sure how to go about it, then touched his tongue to the stranger's thick cock. He pulled back, just a little bit, when he felt just how cold that cock was. He looked back into the stranger's eyes, only now put off even a little bit. But the stranger flashed that fangy smile down at the barman, and gave his head a little push back toward that ice-cold cock.
That was all the encouragement the barman needed. He pressed his head in, licking the stranger's cock from top to bottom, giving it warmth with the heat of his mouth. His tongue worked like it never had on a woman, wrapping around that cock, lips squeezing and rubbing it all over in thick, juicy sucks. It didn't take much time before the cock started to heat up, getting hard as hard could be.
At a nudge from the stranger's hand, the barman pulled that cock into his mouth, and it pressed in past his lips like an invasion. The barman coughed around the cock as it pressed hard down on his tongue. He squeezed his lips tight around it, giving it a real wet slurp that echoed out through the room. He didn't even think about it, just sucked that cock like a two-bit whore, and it didn't take long for him to realize he liked it. His cheeks burned when he started to get hard just from having that cock in his mouth, flicking his tongue all round it.
The stranger thrust his cock harder into the barman's mouth, prodding the back of his throat, making him gag just a little. His eyes watered as his tongue jumped against the cock. His lips squeezed harder, tighter, reflexively, and his head gave a little twist. He lifted his hands, tugging at the sheet, breathing hard through his nose. The stranger made a low, quiet noise that for some reason only made the barman redouble his efforts, slurping wetly as he sucked with all his inexperienced might.
Now the stranger made a strained kind of noise, an obscene little groan. The tip of his cock butted into the back of the barman's throat a couple more times, then pulled back. The barman was still coughing when the cum hit his mouth, a few short bursts of the thick liquid. He choked at the taste, sputtering and halfway to gagging. He let the stranger's cock out of his mouth, and he saw once his eyes stopped watering that the stranger was just as hard as he was before.
The barman looked back up into the stranger's devil's eyes. He was breathing hard from the blow job the barman had given him, and he had a cold kind of smile on his lips. "Feels good to suck a cock, don't it?" he said, and his voice was smooth enough to make the barman get even harder. He wiped his mouth, sitting back on his heels. He reached up to touch the stranger's hands when he leaned forward to undo his shirt. They were just as cold as his cock had been, cold like a corpse that'd been dead for a week. He gasped when those hands touched his skin, but looking into the stranger's eyes he found that he liked it. He shrugged out of his shirt with nary a second thought.
"Get up," whispered the stranger, right in his ear, then stood up himself, his hard cock bobbing in the air. The barman found himself complying without so much as a second thought, and felt the stranger's fingers tracing over his chest. He gasped, back stiffening, cock straining hard against his trousers. "Good, good," said the stranger, reaching down to undo the top button. The stranger slid his hands inside the barman's pants, making him gasp when that chill hit his painfully stiff cock. He gave it a few good strokes, spreading that pre-cum around, then shoved the barman's pants down with his free hand. He touched his tongue to the barman's ear, felt him tremble with desire.
The stranger sidled right up behind the barman now that he was naked, touching his chest a little more. His hard cock rubbed up against the barman's ass, leaving a chill trail behind it. "You've always wanted something like this, didn't you?" said the stranger in his too-sweet voice. "Never could before. Probably never will again." He pressed his cock-head right up against the barman's asshole, then bent him forward with one hand, real slow. The other hand touched his cock, giving it a long, slow stroke.
"Always..." The barman never even had a thought of denying it. He was so hard he was trembling in the stranger's hand. Could scarce think of anything but for wondering what that long, cold cock would feel inside his virgin asshole. But he knew what the stranger wanted before he got to find that out. His body all a-quiver, he choked out, "Please."
And the stranger's cock pressed hard up into the barman's asshole, a hard thrust past the tight, squeezing entrance. The stranger pressed him down onto the bed, chest hard on his back. The barman groaned, long and loud, head lifting just a bit. The feeling of that cock in his asshole was so good he scarcely felt the tiny pinch, like two little pinpricks on his neck. He didn't feel it at all once the stranger started fucking, moving in good strong thrusts, hard and swift. The barman'd never felt anything like it before in his life, an ecstatic sensation that ran through his body from top to bottom, making his shoulders shake.
It got even better when the stranger started stroking his cock again, smooth and steady, knowing just where to squeeze and rub. The barman bit down on a pillow to muffle the groans he couldn't keep under control. The stranger too made some pleasured sounds, as his tongue lapped wetly at the barman's neck. The stranger's body began to warm up as he fucked, fingers growing hot against the barman's cock. He was getting even hotter inside the barman too, which made his ass squeeze even tighter.
The stranger's free hand stroked up the barman's side, leaving trails of fire this time now. He started thrusting even faster, so his balls slapped up against the barman's ass. That only made him press his face against the pillow more, covering up his moans and groans. He even pressed harder up against the stranger's hot mouth, leaning into that lapping tongue. He pressed harder into the stranger's thrusting, squeezed tight around that burning cock. His hips started working, too, fucking the stranger's hand like it was a woman, so he hardly even needed to stroke it anymore. The stranger gave it some good, rhythmic squeezes in time with the barman's thrusts.
Tongue still rubbing at the barman's neck, the stranger made a long, low groan of pleasure. His lips never moved, and those pinpricks never lifted. His cock somehow got even harder, thrusting deeper and faster up into the barman. His free hand gave the barman's backside a sharp swat. Not even the pillow could hold back the moan that elicited. The stranger smiled now, tongue ranging a bit father on the barman's neck. He gave his ass another hard swat, then gave it a solid grope. The other hand squeezed the barman's cock, giving it some harder pumps, in solid time with the humping the barman was giving his hand.
"It's time," hissed the stranger, lifting his head. Small drops of liquid trickled slowly down the barman's neck where the stranger had bitten. The barman just nodded into the pillow, over and over again, still hiding his moans. He worked his hips frantically into the stranger's hand. The stranger gave a couple more hard fucks, then slammed up into the barman's asshole, holding it tight, his body all rigid. This time his cum came like a flood, like jets of fire streaming up into the barman's asshole. The stranger leaned his head back, letting out an exultant groan. The barman's cum came splattering down onto the floor, streaking against the side of the bed on its way down. He shoved the pillow away so he could pant against the bed, trembling all over.
The stranger slowly pulled out, making one last little groan, then sat on the side of the bed, licking his teeth. The barman lifted his head and saw his lips were covered in blood, and shook like a leaf as he reached up to touch those tiny dribbles of liquid on his neck. His fingers came away stained bright red. He looked back up, meeting the stranger's eyes, blankly, uncomprehending. He wiped his fingers off on the sheet, leaving two thin streaks behind. The stranger had some colour to him now, his flesh all rosy and pink, only highlighting just how obscenely pale he'd been before.
"You'll understand before long," said the stranger, some of that mesmerizing web falling away from his voice. "You'll hate me no matter what, I'm sure. Better if you come to terms with it on your own. But it ain't personal. It'll take even longer for you to realize that. But if you got anything now, it's time." He shut up then, and just reached for his own trousers, pulling them up. The barman just watched as the stranger dressed, slowly and methodically from head to toe. He was still stunned by it all, breath kind of heavy still. He was still kind of in shock, not knowing what to make of it all, having been fucked so hard and so good, and from the blood the stranger had sucked right out of him.
He seemed kind of apologetic about it now, the stranger, with a look on his face that was almost sympathetic. Once he finished buttoning his shirt, he leaned down, giving the barman a long, slow kiss, the kind you give your girl when you're about to take a long trip and maybe never come back. He tugged on his boots, then stood, going for his coat. "I weren't lyin' about having a job here, though. Want you to know that much. I ain't a liar."
It was only then that the barman sat back up, reaching limply for his pants. He swallowed hard, then looked down at his hands real close, like he was trying to see if they were any paler than before. He touched his teeth then, too. The stranger gave him a sad kind of look as he pulled his coat on. "Not yet," he said, but didn't explain it at all. He bent, helping the barman get his pants up. The stranger turned away then, putting his hat back in place. Headed over to the door, floorboards creaking beneath the heels of his boots.
The stranger looked back over his shoulder, for one long, long moment. Looked over the barman he'd just fucked, good and hard. The barman was just watching him now, like he didn't know what to say. Likely there was nothing to say.
Tugging his hat low down his eyes, the vampire turned back to the door, saying as he headed right out it, "Goodbye."
About the Author
 
 Mild-mannered librarian by day, steamy smut writer by night, Leandra Jane Piper revels in bringing you only the steamiest sex scenes she can pen. From schoolboys taking it hard up the ass to lonely housewives taking it in every hole, she knows exactly what stories will make the absolute most of your time alone. Look for all her sizzling stories on Smashwords on her page here!


Other Stories by Leandra J. Piper
Date Night Slut
Secret Locker Room Fuck
My Teacher the Whore
The Forbidden Seductions Series:
 1) Daddy's Sexy Graduation Present
 2) The Stepmother Slut Project 
 3) Wet for Daddy 
The Pimp my Nymph Series
 1) Faerie Slave Fuck 
 2) Elves do Anal 
Water and Air: An Erotic Fairy Tale
 1) The Sea's Blessing
Excerpt from Secret Locker Room Fuck

I carried an old black gym bag with me in high school, to carry fresh clothes, a towel, that sort of thing. I walked to the back of the locker room and put the bag down on the bench next to me. As I was taking off my shoes, socks, and shirt, I realized I wasn't alone. I could hear the low, tell-take squeak and rumble of the old showers. I turned to look, more out of surprise than curiosity.
Oh god, Jesse's here, isn't he. I peered around a little more, and sure enough, there he was. His back was to me, and he was washing his hair under one of the rickety shower heads I couldn't help but look and briefly marvel at the way his body looked under the water. No wonder all of the girls wanted him. He had a great (and shockingly thorough) tan, and even with steam obscuring some of his figure, I watched the water roll down his back and down the crack of his ass.
The trance was broken when he turned off the shower. I quickly turned, to pretend like I hadn't been watching him, and in my haste, I knocked my gym bag off of the bench. It hit the floor with a thud, while my deodorant clattered across the floor. I cringed reflexively and hoped that he somehow didn't notice.
"That's why you play soccer, Adam. You'd never catch a pass on the football team."
Fucking Jesse. I sat on the bench and reached down for the bag and my wayward deodorant. I heard his footsteps as he walked toward me, and I turned my head toward him to make some kind of smart ass remark, and that's when I saw it. I guess I expected him to have a towel around him or something for the sake of modesty, but oh no, not Jesse. I was about head-level with his waist, and he was maybe five feet from me. I couldn't help but see his cock.
The worst part was, it was big. As if he didn't have enough to be smug about that year, Jesse had at least an eight inch dick. Mine wasn't small, exactly, but a lot more average at around five inches. Jesse seemed used to being naked, since he'd done an expert job of shaving his pubes. I looked at his cock and balls a lot longer than I should have. It was a long, uncomfortable moment of staring at his dick.
"I didn't know you had such a thing for cock," Jesse teased.
"Wh-what? No, I, fuck, get a towel or something. Jesus..." I retorted. I know I was blushing.
"I think you're lying," he remarked. "How long have I known you, Adam? You only stutter like that when you're caught."
"Fu-fuck you man, that's not true," I said defensively. "You know I'm not into guys."
"Right, right," he said. "You're into Amy Kinsgrove. I wonder what she'd say if I told her you were eyeing my dick."
"I'll beat your ass if you do that!" I couldn't quite keep the dread out of my voice.
"You know, I might be convinced to keep it a secret about your dick-ogling," he began. He started to get that devious smile that I knew so well, and I dreaded whatever he was going to say next.
"Okay, asshole," I said warily. "What do you want?"
He took his time before answering, as if enjoying the moment to look me over and watch me squirm. He said, his voice smugly confident, "I want you to suck my dick."
I blushed hard. I looked at him in total disbelief, searching his expression to see if this was some kind of joke. It wasn't. The moment dragged on, and on, and on, with him looking down at me, naked, his hair still wet from the shower.
"N-no, fuck. Fuck, I'm not sucking your fucking dick," I sputtered.
"Well, that's your choice. I'll grab my cell and text Amy right now. I could even tell the other guys on the team that you made a pass at me," he said, moving as if to reach for his phone.
I started getting really angry, but what could I do? If Amy actually believed I was gay, I'd never have a chance with her; if the football team was spreading rumors that I was gay, I'd never get another girl. I'd be a leper for the rest of senior year. I knew Jesse too well to think he'd give me an empty bluff; once he got something in his head, he always went through with it even if people got hurt.
"Look," I finally said. "You can't tell her that. Or them. It's not even true. Not even you're that much of a bastard."
Jesse laughed. "You come in here, watch me in the shower, stare at my dick, and you tell me you don't want it? It's an easy choice, Adam. You can either suck my cock or I can tell everyone your secret."
I didn't know what to do. Jesse and I had kept a lot of secrets over the years that kept each other out of trouble, so I knew he could keep a secret. But things had changed over the past few years. I was afraid that he'd tell just to get at me.
"You'll really not tell?" I asked.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he said. "You know I'm good for it. But not out here. We wouldn't want anyone to come in and see you with a cock in your mouth, right?" He let out another wicked laugh. I blushed like a girl.

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Excerpt from Water and Air Part 1
 The Sea's Blessing

Miranda broke the surface one day shortly after dawn, all the sea stained pink. She knew something was wrong, for the waves were scattered with the wreckage of a ship. She followed the currents, seeing where the wreckage led her. Along the way she claimed small baubles, necklaces and bracelets, hanging them about her neck and wrists.
She came eventually to the end of the sea, a white shoreline scattered with driftwood. Amidst it all lay a man, a human man, unconscious on the sand. Miranda drew herself up to look upon him, and saw that he was beautiful: tanned dark from hours in the sun, with long black hair to match.
The mermaid drew her fingers over his cheeks, touching his smoothly sculpted face. Enchanted by the man, she pressed her ear to his chest, and felt a great relief to sense that he was breathing still. In a daring moment, she leaned her head down, and pressed a salty kiss to his lips, breathing her air into him.
It was then that she felt the Prophet's charm take hold of her body. She gasped, back arched, as her long, sleek tail slowly divided into two strong legs; feet took the place of fins. She did not even think of the reason for it, so entranced was she by his face. And once her body had changed, the man gasped, taking deep, shuddering breaths that forced his eyes open wide.
The mermaid princess slowly drew her fingers over the man's chest as he stared in wonder at her face. The sight of him entranced her as well but she could not help but feel strange things with her new legs. Sand on her toes, and an odd wet feeling at the join of her legs, unlike the water of the sea.
She felt the touch of the man's fingers upon her breasts, touching and stroking them, cupping them in his hands. She gasped, never having felt such touch on them, in the open air. Her coral nipples stiffened at the attention, and her body strained toward his touch. The man lifted his head, giving her a slow kiss, tongue washing over her lips.
Miranda slowly stroked her fingers through the man's hair, smoothing it, drawing the tangles and seaweed out. All over his face, she peppered tiny kisses, lips pressing everywhere to his skin. He too kissed her where his lips could touch, with all the need of a man who had come just inches from death.
The man lowered his head just so, pressing his face between her breasts, rubbing her smooth skin against his stubbled cheeks. The mermaid pressed them closer to his cheeks, pushing them close to feel him better. Her long fingers drifted over his sides, brushing his skin gently. His hand reached up, drawing a knuckle slowly up her spine, making her gasp into his hair. She leaned her head down, kissing through his hair, breathing warm salty air into it.
With his free hand the man touched her breasts, cupping and squeezing one, then the other. He reached his tongue out, licking her gently, warming the skin between her breasts. As he knuckled her spine, the hand drifted low, touching her firm new backside. Into his hair, she made a low, soft moan but she knew he heard it, for he shifted that hand and he caressed one firm buttock.
She pressed against his hand, head lifting from his hair to make a sweet, wordless sound. The foreign feeling of his touch sent a thrill all through her body, and she could feel that sweet dampness between her legs grow. Need sang through her body for him, only growing by the moment. The princess stroked his hair again, then ran her hands slowly down his back.
He lifted his head, and moved his hand from her breast to draw her head down. He kissed her, firmly and deeply, pressing her head back with the force of it. His tongue parted her lips, sliding into her salty mouth. Her tongue rose, touching his, sliding over it, feeling its curves. It had a taste unlike anything she had ever known, warm and sweet, with none of the salt of the ocean waves.
It was the same need that made her body yearn for the man that drove the mermaid princess now, and she slid atop his body. Her new legs parted, and she gasped at the sudden feeling of wind upon the tightly-furled lips between. He lay back against the sand a bit, leaning up just so, kissing the tops of her breasts, licking her stiffly-pointed nipples. She pressed kisses all through his hair, touching it all with her soft lips.

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