NOTE: I attempted to post this entire story as a unit last night and for whatever reason, the site posted only part so I’ve whacked it into smaller bits. My sincere apologies for any inconvenience.

Disclaimer: These characters, at least some of them, are other people’s children. I am only playing with them.

Rating: A hard R, includes graphic sex. If this disturbs or offends you, please read elsewhere.

Setting; This is a Jayne-centered fic set over a four year period ending just after my story, “Waited Long Enough.” Porn with plot. After all the angsty stuff in “Raping Serenity, I needed a break before getting back into the thick of things.

Written for my friend AP.

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RED – Part Two

Jayne found in Annie a woman as lusty and spirited as himself, equal to his substantial sexual appetite, playful and responsive. It was quickly apparent that Annie was one of the rare women in her profession who took up whoring as much for the pleasure of it as for the coin. She was open and at ease in her lush body, as mischievous as her eyes had promised. Their encounters were marked as much by laughter as by cries of passion, and Jayne found that, unlike many whores who gave him trim but failed to share more than sexual release, Annie had a way of leaving him sated and content.

He’d manage to find himself back on Persephone three or four times a year, mostly between jobs, and eventually he’d make his way to Clementine’s to visit red-haired Annie.

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Their first evening was a time of mutual exploration. Annie led Jayne to a comfortable upstairs bedroom simply furnished with a washstand, a strategically placed dressing mirror, one comfortable chair and a big wrought-iron bed. Beside the bed was a table with an oil lamp that filled the room with a soft, amber glow. The room, although small, was altogether a comfortable setting for encounters of the intimate kind.

Jayne’s keen eyes took in the room and he remarked, “Nice place you got here, Miss Annie. Surely is a step up from where I been these past several months.” He winked playfully at the girl. “An’ the company’s ever so much prettier.”

Annie knew better than to ask armed men about their recent whereabouts and moved on to business. “You got any d’ruthers about what we do to get started?” she asked, appraising her customer.

“Nope. Just ain’t had a trim in awhile and I’ll likely come pretty fast, first time around. But we got all night, an’ I reload pretty quick.”

Annie tilted her face to look sidelong up at the handsome, big man and ran her index finger lightly down the middle of his wide chest. A lot of men didn’t want anyone else handling their firearms. “Why don’t you take that pistol off and have a seat, Mr. Cobb. You look like a man who might enjoy bein’ fussed over a little.” She suggestively licked her upper lip and her verdant eyes twinkled naughtily.

“Sounds like a plan. But just call me Jayne, Sugar. ‘Mr. Cobb’s’ my old man and if there’s any justice in this ruttin’ world, he’s six feet under and pushing up daisies.”

The mercenary unbuckled his gunbelt and slung his holstered weapon from the bedpost at the foot of the bed, then removed his hat and perched it on top where both were close at hand. With that accomplished, he sat down in the well-stuffed chair and stretched his long legs out in front, curious to see what Annie meant by “fussin’”.

The girl knelt between Jayne’s feet, making sure to flash him plenty of bosom as she looked him boldly up and down. “I do like a big man, and… you look plenty big to me. How about I take those boots off for you, make you a little more comfortable?”

The big mercenary grinned widely and in a few short minutes, Red Annie had removed Jayne’s boots and socks and set them aside. “Is it true what I hear?” she teased.

Jayne was enjoying the play. “Is what true?” he drawled.

Annie slowly measured the length of Jayne’s size 14 feet between her hands and then slid her gaze up his leg to his crotch. “Guess I’ll need to find out for myself.”

Jayne chuckled. ‘Well, take him out, girl. Lord knows he ain’t shy.”

Annie slowly ran her hands up Jayne’s thighs until she reached her quarry. “Oh my!” she murmured and deftly unfastened the big man’s pants, the expression on her face akin to that of a small child unwrapping a present on Christmas morning.

Jayne just grinned somewhat smugly and unbuttoned his shirt. This part always amused him.

With care, she slipped her hand inside his jeans and freed his half-hard cock from the pants-leg confining it. The soft warmth of her scarlet-nailed hand and the wonder on her face as she hefted him was enough to induce Jayne’s manhood to rise impressively. All the while, as Annie was staring at his penis with wonder and delight, Jayne was watching her expression.

“Your mouth’s a’hangin’ open, Sugar, “ he teased, and she giggled.

“Not for long!”

And with that she took him between her full lips, surrounding his sensitive flesh with a skilled combination of heat and suction and wetness and friction that made the merc involuntarily arch and groan, gut deep.

In one hand she cradled his heavy balls, kneading and softly tugging them as her skilled mouth rose and fell over his shaft. It was a struggle to accommodate his girth but Annie loved giving head and did it well. Her other hand encircled the thick base of his sex, anchoring and stroking him, or crept upward to tickle and thread through the coarse dark hair that furred his groin and leading upward like an arrow to where more of the same thatched his deep chest.

The frankly erotic image of his phallus disappearing into Red Annie’s sweet mouth and the delightful, intense sensations she generated combined to sorely test Jayne’s self-control. From time to time she would glance up at him and grin lasciviously as the aroused merc forcefully gripped the chair arms and began breathing heavily.

“Ah gal, that’s feelin’ real good. Mmmm, yeah, just like that…”

Sliding forward in the chair somewhat, Jayne began to thrust himself into Annie’s hungry mouth with increasing fervor, reveling in the intense sensations she was creating. Ai ya, but he wasn’t gonna last long this first round. When she snaked a hand up through the dark hair on his chest to pinch and tweak a nipple, he erupted into her mouth with a low, shuddering growl.

At the first pulse of his orgasm, Annie had taken the plum-like head of his diao as deeply into her throat as possible, given his size, and swallowed against him as she stripped the salty-sweet load from his surging sex. Jayne shuddered and dropped his head back against the chair with an expression of utter bliss.

In the aftermath of his release, Annie curled her feet up under herself and rested her head on Jayne’s thigh, gently caressing him. “Miss Annie,” he drawled, “I do believe you and I are gonna get on right well.” He raised a big hand to caress the back of her neck. “You gonna let me take down that glorious hair? Seems a shame to keep it all put up like that.”

Annie grinned seductively. “You want it loose, I suspect we can do something to accommodate that request.” With that, the girl rose to her feet and turned the bed linens down, consciously presenting her back to him. The sweep of strong creamy thighs rose to the swell of her full bottom peeking out from under the edge of her corset. “You take off them clothes and I’ll take down my hair. Seem fair enough?”

The mercenary took a minute to slip off his shirt, pants and unders, draping them across the back of the chair. Annie eyed her muscular customer appreciatively and led him over to the bed. “Why don’t you just make yourself comfortable, darlin’?” she purred.

She stood deliberately, legs somewhat apart, and smiled at Jayne over her ivory shoulder then began to slowly unpin her hair. As she slipped each pin or comb from the thick coppery mass, long, gleaming strands spiraled loose and down her back. Finally unbound, Red Annie’s crowning glory was a thick tumble of curls that fell nearly to her waist.

“Lord, that’s a beautiful sight!” Jayne’s voice was filled with wonder. “You got a hairbrush in here?”

Annie smiled and reached into the wash-stand drawer. She took out a silver-backed brush and handed it to the merc. Jayne patted the bed between his thighs and gestured.

“Sit.”

(Continued as RED – Part Three)