In the time of the cowboys and the U.S. expansion West, French prostitutes were deported out of France and some moved the West to become a real hit with American cowboys, settlers, miners, etc. because there was so few women.
So France, a prostitute in the West, gets a "visit" from a cowboy America
[I'm not the original person who volunteered, so I hope this is okay and I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. ORZ]
The Fair Belle [pt 1/??]
anonymous
July 22 2010, 05:09:27 UTC
The first thing he notices is her height. He isn’t short by any means, but she doesn’t need to crane her neck to look him in the eye, and that even without the added lift of her heeled boots. Maybe she is not pretty, more striking, foreign, with heavy-lidded blue eyes and golden hair elaborately arranged with feathers and silk flowers, a strong profile marked by a long straight nose and angled jawline. She reminds him of a catamount, beautiful, unknowable, dangerous, and he is a fool for falling in love with a whore.
He feels out of place here, surrounded by wealthy gentleman and elegant courtesans, only a humble cowboy who managed to save up a bit of extra cash, but he sweeps off his hat as she approaches, sketching a quick bow.
“Bonsoir, monsieur Jones,” she murmurs huskily from behind a lace fan, curtsying slightly. “How may I be of service
( ... )
The Fair Belle [pt 2/??]
anonymous
July 23 2010, 05:14:44 UTC
“Is this your first time here, Al?” Frances asks as she slips the headdress out of her hair, letting the wheat-blonde waves cascade over white shoulders. She peels her gloves off with slow deliberate movements while Alfred stares and stares and tries to make his mouth work again
( ... )
The Fair Belle [pt 3/??]
anonymous
July 24 2010, 03:34:04 UTC
Alfred tries to keep the embarrassing whiny noises from tumbling out of his mouth, but the way Frances is stroking and pumping away, her fingers squeezing a tight loop around his erection, it’s so much better than his own hand, and he’s afraid he’s going to come right now. At last, Frances lets go, that gorgeous smile still lingering on her cherry red lips, and he doesn’t get to finish breathing a sigh of relief before she goes down on him in a creak of whalebone and rustle of petticoats. She plies her tongue against his straining cock, lapping up the precum dripping down the underside, and when she hums in enjoyment of this task, Alfred gasps and curses again as he yanks again at the piece of cloth keeping his arms trussed up. He can’t even get out the words to beg for more, but he doesn’t need to, because Frances senses he is close, and she obliges him by wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. She moves her head back a little for every time she inches forward,
( ... )
The Fair Belle [pt 4/??]
anonymous
July 25 2010, 16:31:47 UTC
He dreams of making love to Frances, who is straddled in his lap, moving deliciously slow upon his erect cock amidst the drifts of petticoats, uttering quiet breathy gasps as she lifts herself up and then pushes back down hard. Alfred is not quite so poised, and he squeezes her thin body close to his chest, growling as she clenches around him, savoring the strange and incredible feeling of being inside her like this. Thankfully, it isn’t long before her breaths become more shallow and erratic, movements growing more unrestrained once she frees herself from the last bit of self-possession that had marked her actions this night
( ... )
The Fair Belle [pt 5/??]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 01:15:30 UTC
The plan might have worked if Frances apparently existed. Alfred never sees her again after that night, and the only one who goes out to feed the doves at dawn is a stubbly-bearded man he thinks might be the cook. Not that he has been watching the parlor house that religiously, he just happens to ride by it after running early morning errands.
The cook waves to him once or twice during these encounters, and he waves back politely, but the man is not Frances.
Then it occurs to Alfred that he ought to ask the belles if they knew where their sister disappeared to. He catches two of them as they walk through town in their fashionable Parisian dresses and parasols, but they do not know a tall twenty-something prostitute with blond hair and blue eyes by the name of Frances. Je ne sais pas, they murmur, and giggling, they ask if he would like to have their company instead. Alfred makes a noncommittal answer, but he escorts them back to the parlor house anyway
( ... )
Re: The Fair Belle [pt 5/??]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 01:37:11 UTC
Okay, the end of the last update, when Al is thinking about Frances's flat chest - I grinned all over my stupid face. Because I like a genderbend, and normally more than I like crossdressing, but for some reason it really works well here....I dunno. I just really like the twist, and I love your writing style, and cowboy!Al is ADORABLE. Adorable I tell you.
I have so many guesses I want to ask you about Like is Frances/Francis the cook? AND the Count? Was the dream something that really happened? I'm totally going to go and re-read the beginning now to see if there was something I missed, LOL.
Re: The Fair Belle [pt 5/??]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 02:40:03 UTC
Lol, I'm glad you are entertained by this so far! As for your other questions, I'm gonna say you honestly haven't missed any secret clues. I write pretty straightforwardly, no tricks, so it shouldn't be a huge surprise out of nowhere.
Re: The Fair Belle [pt 5/??]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 04:37:09 UTC
Hahaha, more than entertained, I'm enthralled. And I'm a very dense reader, often missing on what authors intended and then going d'oh and feeling very stupid afterwards, so I am extra-stoked I'm actually correct here. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ :DDDD
The Fair Belle [pt 6/??]
anonymous
July 30 2010, 03:11:16 UTC
The other cowboys notice that he is a little quieter than before, though not by much. He is still earnest and hard-working, and he laughs and jokes as much as ever, but the dreamy look in his eyes shows the world that he is deeply in love. They shake their heads in sympathy sometimes, wondering why a good kid like him should fall for a soiled dove like her. But if anyone could make it work, why, it would be Alfred F. Jones
( ... )
Re: The Fair Belle [pt 6/??]
anonymous
August 4 2010, 13:59:16 UTC
This is excellent. Sexy and sweet, the descriptions work perfectly setting the mood, and the bittersweet feeling is perfect for the story. Al is absolutely adorable, and Frances fascinating! I wonder what's going on. maybe the Duke, a la Moulin Rouge, has got an special interest in her. I hope it's ArthurXD
'green arachnid'. ReCaptcha is totally somewhere elseXD
The Fair Belle [pt 7/??]
anonymous
August 8 2010, 04:44:59 UTC
Alfred slumps exhausted onto the soiled sheets, stretching out his cramped legs, blinking back the tears of frustration. He reaches groggily for a handkerchief and wipes the cum off of his skin with a disappointed sigh
( ... )
In the time of the cowboys and the U.S. expansion West, French prostitutes were deported out of France and some moved the West to become a real hit with American cowboys, settlers, miners, etc. because there was so few women.
So France, a prostitute in the West, gets a "visit" from a cowboy America
[I'm not the original person who volunteered, so I hope this is okay and I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. ORZ]
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He feels out of place here, surrounded by wealthy gentleman and elegant courtesans, only a humble cowboy who managed to save up a bit of extra cash, but he sweeps off his hat as she approaches, sketching a quick bow.
“Bonsoir, monsieur Jones,” she murmurs huskily from behind a lace fan, curtsying slightly. “How may I be of service ( ... )
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ReCatchpa:zombie Jacob. (an abandoned Twilight subplot?)
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The cook waves to him once or twice during these encounters, and he waves back politely, but the man is not Frances.
Then it occurs to Alfred that he ought to ask the belles if they knew where their sister disappeared to. He catches two of them as they walk through town in their fashionable Parisian dresses and parasols, but they do not know a tall twenty-something prostitute with blond hair and blue eyes by the name of Frances. Je ne sais pas, they murmur, and giggling, they ask if he would like to have their company instead. Alfred makes a noncommittal answer, but he escorts them back to the parlor house anyway ( ... )
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I have so many guesses I want to ask you about Like is Frances/Francis the cook? AND the Count? Was the dream something that really happened? I'm totally going to go and re-read the beginning now to see if there was something I missed, LOL.
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'green arachnid'. ReCaptcha is totally somewhere elseXD
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