Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Matt Dillion (MF, cons)
Date: 24 Sep 1995 04:56:39 GMT

		      Gunplay At The Texas Trail

	Out in Dodge City, they need the law. That's me, Matt Dillon,
United States Marshal - the first one they look for and the last one
they want to see. Unless "they" have an ulterior motive in mind.

	It was two o'clock in the morning. The last cowboys had been
herded out of the Texas Trail and Miss Kitty and I were alone. She
poured me another brandy. Odd, normally I didn't drink too much, but
tonight was a cold and lonely night.

	"Matt," she asked me, "why didn't you ever marry?"

	"Marrying and me just didn't get along, Kitty. I've been a
lawman these twenty years and it seemed like I wouldn't live to see
another dawn. Why would I make a wife a widow?"

	Kitty grinned. "But don't you have needs?"

	I put down the brandy. "Why, Kitty, what do you mean?"

	"Come on, Matt, you know exactly what I mean," Kitty said.
"You know the Texas Trail wasn't just a saloon when the cattlemen came
in."

	"Yes, but you closed down that part of the business."

	"Not quite," she said. "I keep a bed next to the bath for the
special customers."

	It must have been the brandy, but I couldn't move out of her
way fast enough. She had my arms pinioned down and was French- kissing
me. Must have been the brandy, but I didn't mind too much. I worked
my arms free and started moving them down her back, unhooking her
dress. Soon she was as naked as the day she was born, and she didn't
too bad, either.

	Kitty shivered. "Damn, this room is cold. Come on, Matt, I got
a fire in the bed and one that needs to be putt out." I watched her
shapely ass as we went into her bedroom. Sure enough, there was a down
comforter on the bed, goose pillows, a warming

	"Come on, marshal, show me your weapon," Kitty said, sliding
into the bed. Her tits wiggled in the lamplight. So I disrobed and
climbed into bed, the only warm place in Dodge that night.

	Kitty played with my rod. "Nice," she whispered. "And you're a
lot nicer than I thought you'd be." I bent down to kiss her, but she
had already climbed down under the covers and was doing that other
French thing.

	I lay back and watched her pretty round ass, with the tufts of
her hair from her bush, as she polished my weapon. I played with her
pussy, which got her approval. We did this for a few minutes.

	Suddenly she climbed back up, and sat down on my penis. "Ride
`em, Matt." I pushed up as she rode down, and we set off on a gallop.
Her nipples were swollen and erect, and I was about to explode.

	Suddenly she let out with a yell I swear they heard in the
Indian Territory. I barely noticed because I was about to pop, and I
did. I don't shoot blanks.

	We lay together that night, talking and kissing and doing it
again and again. Kitty knew quite a few tricks from her days
entertaining the cowboys. I didn't know she could tie knots with her
tongue.

	I got to my office late next morning, after a big breakfast
and a couple of quickies. Chester was sitting next to the stove,
playing checkers with Doc.

	"Was there anything wrong at the Texas Trail last night, Mr.
Dillon?" Chester said. "We heard Miss Kitty yelling."

	"No," I replied, "it was all well in hand."