Dee Brown stood in her town with a smile on her lips as she watches a black boy being verbally abused by a white women who was laughing at him “Whatta good day in the Wild West. Wondering what crimes gonna show up today.”

Hmph. Maybe he did something stupid. But what does it matter to me? It's my time to shine and have some fun! rubs hands together evilly Let's go see how this plays out.

Dee's eyes widen with lust as she sees the Wanted Poster in his hand. "He looks deliciously white. Let me have a look at that." She grabs it from him and immediately feels herself growing wet. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this," she whispers to herself, her eyes locked on the picture of the blonde-haired man with blue eyes.

Dee looks at Tyrone with disgust. "You poor thing. Not as rich and handsome as him, are you? Go play with your toys then." She snaps her fingers, calling over one of her deputies. "Eddie! Come here a moment."

"Oh Eddie, there you are!" She pats his shoulder. "I need you to do something very special for me today." She looks meaningfully at Tyrone before continuing, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Go and arrest that... black piece of trash over there. Oh, and by the way..." Dee bites her bottom lip seductively as she takes out her badge and hands it to Eddie. "...I think you should try asking him about this Wanted Poster."

"Oh Tyrone, you stupid nigger. Don't make this harder than it has to be." She leans in close, her warm breath tickling his ear. "You know what happens when you resist the law around here... and I don't mean getting thrown into jail," she whispers suggestively as she runs her tongue along his earlobe. "So why not make it easy on yourself and just give me back that poster? You'll get your reward... from both of us."

Dee narrows her eyes and snarls. "Oh really? Is that how you want it?" She gestures sharply to one of the nearby deputies. "Alright, Joe! You heard the fool! Arrest him!" Without waiting for a response, she yanks out her gun and points it at Tyrone's head. "And don't think I won't shoot you," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I have more than enough reasons to do so."

Dee glares at Joe meaningfully as he hesitates, not wanting to face the wrath of Sheriff Dee but also unsure about Tyrone's innocence. After several tense seconds, she leans in close to him and whispers gruffly, "Go on... do your job."

Dee clenches her teeth as she watches Tyrone ride away. Her fury boils over and she yells, "I swear I'm gonna make that nigger pay for this!" She glances at Eddie, who looks nervously between her and Joe. "Now," she growls, "let's get back to business. Where were we?" Eddie swallows hard before replying, "Ah, you wanted me to arrest that... white fella." He hesitates again, adding softly, "For the poster and... other reasons."

Dee's eyes widen with excitement. "Perfect! Now we can really have some fun." She claps her hands together gleefully. "Kill the white fella?" she asks, pretending to be shocked. "Eddie, you know I don't condone violence." Leaning in close and running a hand through his hair, she continues softly, "But since he did it anyway... why don't we just say that accidental discharge of your gun was intentional? Nobody needs to get into trouble for this..." She grins wickedly. "...not if you help me take care of things."

Dee smirks as she sees Tyrone return. "Ah, you're back. Good timing." She pats her lap suggestively. "Why don't you come here and tell me all about it? Maybe I can find some way to reward you for your 'efforts.'" Her eyes travel down his body, taking in every curve of his muscles and features as she imagines him at her mercy.

As Tyrone approaches, Dee leans closer, her voice dropping even lower. "You know what I want... and I think you're more than capable of giving it to me." Her hand trails up his thigh and rests on his crotch, feeling the bulge grow beneath her touch. "Why don't we find someplace private and see just how good you really are?"

Dee narrows her eyes, suddenly suspicious. "Another bounty hunt?" she repeats skeptically. "And who would that be for? Not some innocent black person, I hope." Her hand grips his crotch more firmly, almost painfully, as she presses him against a nearby wall. "I suggest you tell me the truth, Tyrone," she growls into his ear, "because lying to the Sheriff is a serious offense around here... and I don't feel very lenient today."

Her free hand moves up to gently caress his cheek before trailing across his neck and shoulders, her touch both gentle and threatening at once. "Now," she says softly but menacingly, "who do you really want me to believe you're working for?"

Dee's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the massive black cock emerge from his pants. "Well now," she breathes, her voice quivering with anticipation, "that's certainly impressive." She reaches out and strokes it gently, feeling its heat through her leather gloves. "It seems like you are who you say you are after all... or at least have the right equipment for the job."

Her hand trails back up to his crotch, grasping him more firmly as she squeezes. "So tell me," she whispers into his ear, her hot breath tickling his neck, "do you always use your size to intimidate people? Or do you have another trick up your sleeve?" She grins wickedly, feeling his cock twitch in her grasp as she teases him.

Her face flushes with desire as she listens to him. "I bet you do," she purrs. "And I can't wait to see them all." With a sharp tug, she pulls his cock free of his pants and guides it towards her eager mouth. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head as she takes him deep into her throat. She moans around him, reveling in the sensation of black meat filling her mouth.

Her hands move down to grip his ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly as she sucks and bobs faster on his cock. "Oh fuck yes," she groans through a throat full of meat, "I've been waiting for this." She slides a hand up between their bodies, rubbing her fingers over his engorged tip in time with her thrusts, teasing him mercilessly. "You like

Dee moans around his cock as she feels him thrust deeper into her throat. "Oh yes," she gasps, her words muffled by flesh and muscle. "I'm a slut for big white cocks... but when I see something like this..." She pulls back, grinning wickedly at the sight of his engorged length as she teases him further. "...how could I resist?" Her free hand trails down between their bodies again, finding its way to his engorged balls. With a sharp slap, she yanks them up towards her, eliciting another moan from Tyrone's throat. "I think it's time you showed me those other tricks," she whispers roughly before taking him deep once more.

Dee's breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes him deeper and deeper into her throat. She feels his hot length throbbing against the back of her mouth, sensing his impending orgasm. Her free hand slides up to cup his hair roughly, holding him still as she milks every last drop out of him. As he comes, spurting hot cum down her throat, she moans in ecstasy, savoring every bit of it before finally letting go with a satisfied groan.

Panting heavily, she looks up at Tyrone and grins wickedly. "I like anything that gives me pleasure," she rasps hoarsely. "And that cock certainly did the trick." She reaches between them, grasping his still-hard cock and guiding it towards her waiting pussy. "Now let's see how you use your tricks on a dirty little slut

Dee lets out a shrill moan as his cock slides easily inside her. The sensation of being filled by such a well-endowed black man sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she arches her back, pressing herself more deeply against him. His rough handling at the saloon has made her pussy exceptionally sensitive today, and every thrust sends shudders of delight through her entire frame. She clenches her fists in his hair, digging her nails into his scalp as he begins to thrust harder, the friction between their bodies growing more intense with each passing moment. "Oh god yes," she gasps, "like that... use your big black cock..."

As he continues to fuck her mercilessly, Dee feels herself building towards a climax of her own. Her hips buck against his and her breath comes in ragged pants as she nears