Riverboat Queen

*Author's Note: Any and all persons depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen years.

Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned.

Another in the Western Genre. Although this story does begin quite similarly as 'Riverboat Princess' in the same category, this story has many different elements. It is a similar, but different tale.

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The dastardly War Between the States had finally come to an end. It was not the end many in New Orleans had hoped for, but most were grateful that the war had ground to a halt. Now, river traffic was beginning to thrive once more.

The Enterprise steamboat rocked slightly with the river's gentle currents. Passengers were still coming aboard as livestock were being loaded below.

A beautiful blonde woman boarded, followed by a Negro. The blonde held a parasol, covering her fine features from the harsh sun. Her dress was well made, fitting her slender form well. The colorful silk pattern highlighted her clear blue eyes and pale complexion.

Upon boarding the Enterprise, the woman presented her ticket to one of the men that stood at attention.

"Uh. Oh, yes ma'am, you'll be on the first level, aft," the man said, pointing.

The Negro dutifully followed as the woman walked in the direction the man indicated. She carefully withdrew the parasol's spines, drawing the parasol closed. Then she stepped down into the darkness of the steamboat's first level.

"Here we are, James," she said and entered a small room. The Negro silently placed the large satchel onto the single bunk.

"Thank you, James," the woman said and placed a coin into his hand. She also pressed her lips to the man's lips.

"Well, thanky ma'am," James said, smiling widely.

Within the hour, the steamboat began its journey north. The woman rested in her simple berth until the sun was low on the horizon. Then she made her way up to the second level.

They stopped in Washington, Louisiana, to load more livestock, more cotton. The woman was seated, eating her evening meal when the dandy approached.

"Well, now, ma'am, don't seem right, just don't seem right at all!" he declared, fingers toying with his mustache.

"And, what, pray tell, doesn't seem right, sir?" she smiled coyly.

"That a woman such as yourself would have to dine alone," the man said.

"Oh? But perhaps I was simply waiting for a gentleman to join me?" the woman suggested.

"Oh! Are you now?" he asked, glancing about the dining area.

She looked at the colorful jacket the dandy wore, could see the signs of fraying around the cuffs, fraying along the patch pockets. His hat was the flat brimmed straw hat that many young men favored in today's fashion. The woman could see the beginnings of separation around the brim. His trousers were likewise beginning to show their age and she suspected that it was his suspenders that held the trousers up; his handsome face seemed slightly drawn, almost gaunt.

"That would depend, sir, on whether you are a gentleman or not," she simpered. "Tell me, sir, are you a gentleman?"

"Ma'am, indeed I am, indeed I am," he smiled and took a seat at the table.

"Truly?" she asked, placing her hand on his upper thigh.

"Why uh, yes ma'am!" he gulped, her forward nature somewhat unsettling.

"Oh, but do know, sir, I am no lady," she giggled, hiding her amused smile behind her napkin.

"Why, of course you are," the man stated. "I can tell, from the manner of dress, the delicate fingers, your grace. You, ma'am, are the very portrait of a Southern lady."

"Well, thank you, sir," she said and waved the waiter to their table.

"Sir?" the waiter asked.

"The fried chicken, and I will be paying for the lady's dinner as well," the man stated.

"Why, sir, I don't even know your name," the woman smiled, again placing her hand on the man's upper thigh.

"I am Bertrand Eugene Worth," he smiled as she squeezed his thigh. "And you are?"

"Faye Fullilove," she said, offering him her gloved hand.

They dined. Then Faye agreed to accompany Bertrand to the gaming room.

"Oh, but I don't know, I'm simply terrible at card games," she protested, lugging her heavy clutch with her.

The purse clinked and jingled, heavy with coins. The few times it jostled against Bertrand, he steadied it for her.

She smiled and linked her arm through his. Then they entered the noisy saloon.

"Now, explain how this is done?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Well now, Miss Fullilove," he smiled.

He was quite vague in his explanation, leaving out many points. Three men joined them and did place coins onto the table to ante up.

The four men shared looks of amusement as Faye fumbled in her heavy purse, but put up a five dollar coin. The first hand was dealt and Faye squealed in indignation as she lost her five dollar coin. But she dug around and located a second coin.

"Oh! Oh, Mr. Worth! I do believe, oh, I think I understand," Faye excitedly whispered.

She again produced a five dollar coin and Bertrand dealt the cards. Faye giggled and blushed as she glanced at her cards.

She laughed happily as she won the hand and took the five coins. She then left one up for her ante.

The man to Bertrand's left took the deck of cards. He shuffled them rapidly, efficiently, then began dealing out the cards. The man smiled as he dealt from the bottom of the deck for himself and from the top of the deck for everyone else.

"Does that mean, oh! It does!" Faye giggled again as she won.

The man who had dealt looked quite puzzled; he had dealt himself a winning hand. Yet the young beauty had bested his hand.

"Miss Fullilove, would you care for a drink?" Bertrand asked, a light sheen of sweat beginning to form.

Bertrand had but a few coins. He had hoped to win well on this trip. But now, with his mark grasping the concept of the game, and doing quite well, it did not appear that he would even recoup the cost of his ticket.

"Oh, Mr. Worth! A lady doesn't drink," she smiled coyly. "But yes, dear boy, I would like something to drink, please."

Throughout the evening, many more drinks were plied upon the young blonde. Yet, she continued to enjoy success at the table. Every now and then, another of the four men would nod in satisfaction as he won a hand. But her heavy purse was now nearly bursting at the seams with her winnings.

"Gentlemen, I do believe, should I have yet one more drink, I will become quite unladylike," she finally declared. "Mr. Worth, would you kindly escort me to my berth?"

Bertrand, his pockets considerably lighter than when he had entered the saloon, gave a curt nod of his head. Perhaps on his return, he could find an easier mark among the three men. With a nod to the three men, Bertrand stood and offered his arm to the lovely woman.

"Thank you, Mr. Worth," Faye smiled as they descended the outer stairs to the lower level. "I did so enjoy learning cards."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you did," Bertrand muttered.

"Do not be so glum, Mr. Worth," Faye whispered as they entered the interior of the lower level.

She kissed him, fully on his mouth. Then turned to pull him toward her compartment.

"I shall do my best to put a smile on your handsome face, Mr. Worth," Faye assured him.

She unlocked her compartment's door, then entered, leaving the door open. Bertrand stayed outside, until she waved him into the room.

"Do close the door, Mr. Worth," she cooed as she placed the heavy coin purse on the floor next to the small cot.

She patted the cot and bade him sit. Bertrand could feel his manhood begin to swell in his trousers as she smiled, then licked her lips slowly, suggestively.

"It may be uncouth, Miss Fullilove, but how old are you?" Bertrand inquired as he removed his straw hat and placed it on the edge of the cot.

"Your question is unseeming to be sure, but I am nineteen," she giggled and kissed him.

He jerked, surprised when she slid her tongue into his mouth. She gripped him, holding him close and kissed him again.

"And you, Mr. Worth? You are how old?" she asked, unknotting his string tie.

"I am thirty, no, no, I'm thirty one, Miss Fullilove," he answered.

"Now, Mr. Worth, please do not think unkindly of me," she cooed into his ear as she unbuttoned his suspenders from his waistband.

"I could never think unkindly of you, my dear," he protested.

"But, even at the tender age of nineteen? I do know of some acts. These are acts that should never be spoken of, but I do know these acts; I think you will enjoy them immensely," she whispered, then kissed him again.

He jerked when he felt her hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers.

"The jacket, my dear Mr. Worth, please remove your jacket," she whispered.

Bertrand hurriedly removed his colorful jacket as Faye eased his trousers down his thighs.

"Oh, Mr. Worth, why, it is quite lovely! Oh, may I kiss it?" Faye cooed as his six inch erection bobbed up.

She did not wait for an answer, just slid from cot to wooden floor to kneel in front of him. She whipped her long blonde hair back, then gripped his throbbing erection in her gloved hand. He moaned appreciatively as she stroked up and down the length of his fat cock. Then she smiled up at him.

"It really is quite lovely," she whispered softly, then leaned forward.

He grunted out loud as her small tongue lapped around the bulbous head of his manhood. Her tongue snaked out and licked underneath his thick foreskin. Then her lips closed tightly around his cock and she sank her mouth down the shaft of his manhood.

Bertrand had heard jokes, rumors of women that did this act. Fellating, Thomas Deville had called it.

Bertrand had met Mr. Deville as both men languished in a New Orleans jail. Bertrand had been apprehended while trying to sell some jewelry that, unfortunately, did not belong to him. Thomas Deville had been arrested for strangling a prostitute to death.

At the time, Bertrand thought it must be vulgar, coarse for any woman to do such an act. Thomas assured him that many of the women that lived in Storyville did indeed perform the act, for a few coins more.

But now, with Faye's hot, wet mouth caressing his manhood, with her tongue lapping almost insistently at him, Bertrand was enjoying the vulgarity, the crudity.

Faye reveled in the manly taste of Bertrand's cock. Her nostrils filled with his heavy manly scent. Her tongue caressed, tasted his excitement. Her tongue felt his warm skin, felt the tick vein along the underside of his thick shaft.

Soon her lips were brushing against his coarse pubic hair. Her chin rested firmly against his scrotum. Faye reached her other hand up and gently massaged his heavy sac.

"Oh my good Lord," Bertrand grunted.

Faye licked, suckled, stroked Bertrand's manhood, until, with a guttural bark, he spent his seed into her mouth. Faye squealed in her throat as she swallowed Bertrand's semen.

Finally, when he sagged against the wall of the narrow compartment, Faye allowed Bertrand's limp member to slip from her mouth.

"My dear Mr. Worth, did you, oh! You don't think too poorly of me, do you, Mr. Worth?" Faye cried out, getting to her feet.

"Oh, oh no, my dear Miss Fullilove," Bertrand wheezed.

"Oh, you must think I am nothing but a common trollop!" Faye nearly cried, pretty blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"I assure you, I do not think..." Bertrand protested.

"It's just that, oh, Mr. Worth, I do, I do find you so handsome, so debonair," Faye said and sat next to him on the cot.

She pressed her lips to his and they kissed. He hugged her tightly against him.

Finally, she pushed away from him slightly.

"Now, Mr. Worth, there is, I would like, Mr. Worth, could I get you to, oh, no, no, never you mind, it is quite silly, really, no, never you mind," Faye stammered.

"Whatever it is, my dear," Bertrand assured her.

He was puzzled, but did allow her to position him on her cot, face and shoulders against the small feather pillow. He rested upon his knees, after she had removed his well-worn, nearly splitting shoes.

"Again, Mr. Worth, it is silly, but I do desire this so," Faye implored and used his suspenders to fasten his wrists behind his back. He looked at her, quite confused as she wadded up a cloth and placed it in his mouth.

Then she roughly jerked his trousers down to his knees, fully exposing his posterior. Bertrand wiggled now, quite embarrassed.

"Oh, Mr. Worth, but you do have such lovely haunches," Faye cooed.

He jerked when he felt her gloved hands fondling his upturned buttocks. He jerked again when her hands touched his scrotum, his dangling member. The member began to grow hard again.

He watched as she began to unbutton her dress. He smiled when she smiled at him and exposed her small bosom to his gaze. Her breasts were quite small, but her nipples were large.

Then she turned her back to him and continued to lower her dress. Her own haunches were quite lovely to behold. He also admired her corset and garters and stockings as the dress puddled on the floor.

"My dear Mr. Worth, I did tell you, I am no lady," she smiled over her shoulder at him. "After all, a lady would not do the unspeakable acts I've done, now would she?"

She turned and, even though there was the gag in his mouth, Bertrand's gasp was audible. His eyes goggled at the sight.

Her cock was nearly eight inches long, and very thick. Her scrotum was large, her balls quite heavy looking. There was no hair; she had obviously plucked herself bare.

She approached the bed and Bertrand whined and pleaded as he felt the manacles clamp shut on his ankles, then another set onto his wrists.

"I am no lady," Faye said, voice still high pitched, feminine. "But, you, Mr. Worth, are no gentleman."

Then Bertrand felt the cot sag. He felt Faye's gloved hands on his hips.

"Trying to teach me just enough of the game of cards as to lose, and lose readily," Faye said. "Secreting three cards in your jacket's sleeve, placing two more cards just inside of your waistline?"

Bertrand grunted as he felt Faye's fingers tickling his nether region. He grunted and groaned, shaking his head. He could not wiggle forward, his head rested firmly against the wall of the small berth.

"Those others were no better; it truly was a pleasure fleecing them, Mr. Worth," Faye giggled as she applied a pomade to his anus. "But you, Mr. Worth, you pretended to befriend me, pretended to only have my best interest to heart."

"Aieegh!" Bertrand screamed into his gag as he felt the blunt head of Fay's cock pressing against his tightly clenched anus.

"Oh, yes, I do love to filly about so," Faye groaned as she felt the first inch of her cock pushing into Bertrand's tight anal sheath. "Oh! But this is heavenly!"

Bertrand grunted and shook as waves of pain radiated outward from his posterior, his nether region. He felt as if he was being torn asunder. He could feel Faye's large shaft pushing into his very bowels.

"Oh, oh, the pleasure!" Faye cried out as she pushed more of her cock into the tight passage.

Bertrand shook and bucked as a curious warmth began to well up deeply inside of himself. His guts seemed to knot up as a pleasure began to intensify inside of him.

Faye pushed deeply into her lover. Then, she lightly slapped Bertrand's buttock with her right hand.

"Oh, dear, dear Mr. Worth," she groaned happily. "I am, can you feel me? I'm all the way inside of you."

She began to pull out and Bertrand screamed into his gag. Then she was pushing in again and Bertrand shook, then ejaculated onto the blanket.

A moment later, both were grunting and groaning as Faye thrust, quite forcefully in and out of Bertrand's anal cavity.

"Oh, my dear, dear Mr. Worth, I spend," Faye moaned, jerking her hips savagely.

Bertrand again ejaculated as he felt a liquid warmth begin to fill his bowels. For a long moment, both panted, trying to catch their breath.

Then Faye pulled her slimy cock from Bertrand's bowels.

Bertrand watched as Faye again dressed. She smiled at Bertrand as she slipped her satin pumps onto her feet. She then bent and removed three large rocks from her clutch. Bertrand realized, this had been done to make her purse appear that she had many coins to lose.

Faye then put her coin purse inside of her large satchel. She looked about the berth carefully.

She bent and pulled the sodden gag from Bertrand's mouth.

"I shall find you, and I shall kill you," Bertrand hissed.

"What? But, why, Mr. Worth?" Faye asked. "Did you not, no, no, I know you did enjoy our coupling.

She kissed his cheek softly.

"No, Mr. Worth, you did enjoy our coupling. And should you ever try to approach me? I shall be sure to tell any and all that will listen that you did enjoy our coupling," she threatened.

She then kissed him on his cheek again. She picked up the largest of the three rocks from the floor of the compartment.

"And Mr. Worth? I too did enjoy our joining of flesh," she giggled softly. "You are quite handsome, quite virile."

Then she smashed him on the back of his head with the large rock. He slumped over, unconscious.

Bertrand came to, ankles and wrists no longer shackled. His blouse had been tucked into his trousers and his trousers fully buttoned. His jacket, hat and suspenders were at the foot of the small cot, and his shoes were at the foot of the cot, just underneath the edge.

He slowly dressed, posterior quite tender from the sodomy. He then thought to check his jacket pockets.

Faye Fullilove had not removed the few coins he had in his jacket. And, reaching into his trousers' left pocket, he found a twenty dollar coin. This was significant to him; he'd not had a twenty dollar coin prior to last evening.

Stepping out on the lower level, Bertrand could see that they were pulling away from the town of Memphis, Tennessee. He slowly made his way to the dining area.

"Ah, Worth! Trust you slept well?" greeted one of the men that had sat at their table in the gaming saloon.

"Very well," Bertrand said, feeling the knot on the back of his head.

"That Miss Fullilove, said you were a fine man, a fine man indeed," the man smiled a knowing smile. "Said it was breaking her heart, just breaking her heart to leave your side, but she did have business to attend to in Memphis."

A few years after, in 1868, Bertrand stepped into a saloon in Memphis, Tennessee. He had but a few coins; he needed to find a mark, a pigeon, else he would not be able to pay for his hotel.

Bertrand looked over, startled, when he heard an excited squeal.

"Bertrand! Mr. Worth, oh, how I have missed you!" Faye squealed and hugged him.

She used a small fan and covered their faces from view as she pressed her lips to his.

"Come, do come over here, my darling," Faye implored as she pulled Bertrand to a table.

At the table were three disappointed looking men. But each did nod politely as Faye introduced her betrothed, Mr. Bertrand Eugene Worth.

"And Mr. Simpson was just teaching me the most delightful game; you play with cards, isn't that right, Mr. Simpson?" Faye babbled happily.

"Uh, yes, yes ma'am," a slender looking man agreed.

Bertrand hid his smile as Faye lost the first three hands. Then she gasped and giggled.

"Oh! Oh, I do believe, yes, I see how it is played!" she giggled.

Then she slowly, methodically emptied the pockets of the gamblers. Bertrand nodded his approval. Faye did it in such a manner, losing every so often so that none would suspect that she was on to them, on to their tricks, their attempted deceptions.

"Oh, but it does grow late," Faye finally declared.

She placed her hand on Bertrand's upper thigh as she smiled at Charlie Simpson. Her hand caressed Bertrand's hard cock as she leaned forward.

"Mr. Simpson? I have a bottle of port, a lovely port indeed. Should you care to join my fiancé and myself for a libation?" she cooed to the slender man.