Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 11: tHIGH MAINTENANCE
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 11: tHIGH MAINTENANCE - Season two continues the insanity that is Nashville. With a criminal organization like Watchtower making all the rules, the population thrives on the ability to get away with whatever they want. Naked in the streets. Primal sex in front of everyone. Businesses promoting lude acts. Pet stores that sell human pets. Strip clubs gone beyond extreme. Schools teaching all the wrong subjects. Is it no wonder Nashville is the fastest growing city in the U.S? YEEHAW!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Hypnosis Mind Control Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Uncle Niece Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Lucius-Bodie Apartments! Round two!
After a quick trip to the office storage unit newly minted maintenance man Tony Gunther collected a toilet bowl ring and a new garbage disposal fixture then headed for his own building. Belly growling, he ascended the back staircase to the smell of bacon. Inhaling deeply, he started for the last flight of steps when that aroma defeated his sensibilities.
Retracing his steps backwards he hoped it might be his roommate Amber Hawthorne. Outside his door he heard humming from within and decided to set his toolbox and accessories on the carpet. Opening the door, he ducked his head inside to see Amber moving from the kitchen to the dining room with a plate of Bacon and Tomato sandwiches.
His dog Cora dogging her heels wanting a bite led Tony to smile then announce his arrival. “Boo! Save me enough for one of those. I’m starving!”
“Oh! Hey! Don’t spook me like that or Cora might inherit my lunch.” She swayed as if shocked and almost juggled her platter. “I have two if you want one now. I can make more. I forgot I had two tomatoes in our crisper. I had to use them before they went bad.”
“Just give me a bite. Feed me, Shemour!” Eyes flaring Amber and Cora approached him. Getting his hands dirty petting his pooch he grimaced. “Better actually feed me now that I have saliva hands.”
“My pleasure!”
She adored any chance she had at showing him her desires. Without scaring him off that is. Holding a juicy BLT minus the L she held it up for him to eat. Taking a healthy bite he chewed quickly then realized he wanted the remainder. “So good! Keep feeding my ego.” Four more bites later he finished it off then shocked her by licking her fingertips of mayo and tomato juice. Exploring his hunger with a sparkling gaze she watched him literally suck on her fingers until he offered an orgasmic expression.
“Life saver! I have two more jobs then I’ll be done for the day.”
Amber stood frozen in time at his strange appetite, her mind reeling with sexual tension. As he winked and closed the door she immediately lowered her fingers down to her clit and used his saliva on her morsal. Quivering in step over the overpowering sensation Amber again nearly lost her plate. Finally, Cora decided to offer help and jumped up on her hind legs to steal the sandwich. “Darn it, Cora!” Woo’s you lose, Bitch! Back to the kitchen for a third BLT. She inevitably had to clean her carpet of the mess. After masturbating with Tony’s saliva on her tender vittles.
Burping loudly his way upstairs Tony reached the apartment door of schoolteacher Simone Scott. Upon arrival he discovered a handwritten note on the door. “Door’s open, Tony. Taking a bath, but come on in.” He read! “Nice! Now that I have bacon breath.” He chuckled and turned the knob to enter. Resting the garbage disposal by the doormat he followed the music of Sade. “Someone is in a romantic mood.” Just horny! Sweetest Taboo was meant to encourage him.
Singing along as she bathed herself Simone found Tony leaning on her bathroom frame with both hands. Dancing along to it Tony playfully moved into the bathroom without looking at her. She was disappointed after moving her mound of bubbles away from her hefty chest so that he could see them. Saying nothing she just enjoyed his performance until the song faded. “White boy has moves! Take me dancing, Travolta.”
“Hardly, Vinnie Barbarino!” He laughed and shut off her small old-style boom box. “Now this is vintage.”
“It was my dad’s back in the day. Cassette is mine. Both still work perfectly! Sorry, I’m in the tub, I wanted to be presentable. I had guests most of the night. Those who could stay beyond curfew.” She giggled! “That show you and Lauren put on last night created an afterschool frenzy.”
“Which the taboo teacher took advantage of.”
“Shameless, aren’t I. Filmore has spoiled me. I’m certain Horton-Dexter will make you demonic soon enough.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He looked at her toilet bowl with a sigh. “I’ll need to shut the water off so if you need a hot water fix you better do it.” Leaning upward Simone did indeed add some hot water to her bubbly arena. While she completed that mission Tony retrieved his toolbox and returned with sockets to remove basin bolts. Flushing after shutting off the refill he drained the bowl as best he could. “Yup! Serious leak!” He noted the floor getting wet from the flushing.
“Use the towels in that cabinet. I’ll do laundry later. I’ll only keep the one on the handle and use it to dry myself off with.” Done! He used what he found then dropped to his knees to remove the bowl in order to get inside. A disgusting job but he knew what he had signed up for. It took him no time at all to refit the ring and set out making things right in her world. As he worked she chatted some more.
“You don’t have to do everything we do at Filmore. We all have choices in the end. Money is what rules us the most.”
“So, Filmore pays you more than a teacher’s salary?”
“Oh, yes! The crazier we get the more money they offer. That’s why I go all out.”
“Question! Why do you live in this dump if you make the big bucks.”
“I like to appear normal for our kids. Mark is the one who lives luxuriously. He has a fancy home with all the perks. I give him money I earn so that he can spoil Grace and Gideon. I just keep enough to survive and eat good.”
“IRS doesn’t sniff?”
“Not yet! We’ve all been promised protection. They doctor our tax forms each year to keep us at that teacher’s salary. In the case of Mark’s house it’s registered as a low income home.”
“How long can that last? Sooner or later... “ His cellphone pinged as he tightened down bolts. “Hold that thought!” Checking his cell after drying his hands he found more photos of Lauren McBride. Like Tony had done last night the boys in her office had her up against the front door glass. Totally naked now, she was enduring some youthful energy. Pics from indoors and outside looking in for that lovely titty crush smearing her windows. Standing up he grinned at Simone.
“Be right back.”
Stepping through her apartment he went to her French doors and opened them. Out on the balcony it was a clear shot to witness not just Lauren in her echoing climaxes, but Becca Moran and Chelsea Adler playing basketball. They were swarmed by young men fondling them and taking pictures for Becca’s hopeful stud Jesse Manley.
“Looks like they’re all having a good time.” Simone joined him on the balcony as she used her towel to dry off. Bold and beautiful the ebony did not have a care in the world over anyone seeing her nudity. It was becoming an epidemic here at Camp Lucius-Bodie.
“Jealous? You could go down there and shoot hoops with them.”
“I’d rather be up here with you, Handsome.” She moved in front of him and placed her towel over the rail. Up close she leaned forward, her ass rubbing right up on his tented inseam. “So, I presume you’re responsible for Becca and Chelsea?”
“That would be Jesse Manley. Becca is crushing on him. He’s into BDSM and testing her resolve. Chelsea there is just playing along.”
“Lauren is keeping up her momentum.” She felt Tony sigh and unzip his pants. Without looking back she remained hopeful. “Mm! Speaking of momentum.” He located her vulva with precision and penetrated Simone. “That’s the ticket.” Janet Jackson purred in her Black Cat persona.
“We both knew this was going to happen.”
“If you think I’m complaining you’re sorely wrong. Come and get it whenever you want it.”
“Definitely on my agenda. When your kids are at Mark’s. I don’t need Gracie to crush on me too heavily.”
“She’s naive but growing up way too fast. Private school has kept her from the chaos in the public domain. Mark and I are careful in what we expose them to. Well, mostly! As you’ve noticed the boys out there, a few from last night they pay me visits. A couple of them like Grace. That’s tough! I’m not ready for my baby to start having sex.”
“No advice! You make your bed your own way.”
“I know! I’m a horrible mother.”
“With an incredible pussy. Fuck, you feel perfect.”
“Aww! Thanks, Tony! Considering how much dick I get, I’m shocked. Being a nympho doesn’t help.”
“You can always drop down to my apartment when Grace and Gideon are at home.”
“For a cup of sugar?”
“To go with the black coffee?” He chuckled! “Here comes the creamer.” Uncaring, he unloaded inside of Simone. She was used to that unfiltered delight. Like many women in Nashville, Simone and her daughter were injected with a flu shot replacement that Watchtower provided to prevent pregnancies. The government had such meds but kept them secret. The recipe however fell into Watchtower’s hands. The drug was affectionately called sKIDS. You can imagine why.
“Yes, Baby! Fill me to the rim with Brim.” Giggling she came hard on his embedded beast. “Fair trade!”
“Stir stick mixing the brew.”
After a few more grunts he was depleted for the moment. Pulling out in a mire of misty mess Tony Gunther zipped up then slapped her on the ass. “Let me finish your toilet. Pretty much done now. I need to stop by Tessa Harper’s yet.” As Simone stood up she heard a muffled scream. Eyes bulging she paused Tony as he turned.
“That sounded like Catalina Juarez across the hall.”
Tony listened for further cries but none came. Shrugging he looked at Simone then set out to finish his job. Simone not so certain, went to her front door and looked through the peep hole. Walking out of Catalina’s apartment were two police officers. Through the opened doorway they found a third officer choking a very naked Catalina and abusively pointing at her. Tears fell! “Oh, God!” Simone knew she had to stay out of it.
The two officers in the hallway stood at the back window of the building looking out to see Becca Moran and Chelsea Adler finishing up there photoshoot. Officer Ray Seward was heard to say. “Will you look at this. NBA ... Naked BBall Association.”
The second officer Harold Tilman chuckled and added, “Let’s go make a point.” Down the stairs they went. The third officer gave up on Cat and left her sliding down a wall in only her officer’s hat as he shut her apartment door. As if knowing Simone was spying Officer Anson Potter stepped to Simone’s door.
“Mind your own business, Chocolate drop!” SHIT! Simone bolted from her door and back to Tony.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine! Cat had some visitors is all. Fellow officers!” Enough said! “All finished?” A solid flush said it all. “Bless you!” A warm kiss goodbye on Tony’s part she swooned and watched him let himself out. Tony was tempted to knock on Catalina’s door but decided not to. One more job!
Out back Officer’s Tilman and Seward snuck up on the basketball court scenario. The boys were so engrossed in pawing up Becca and Chelsea that they were blatantly oblivious to their presence. Aiming for intimidation the officers stood at courtside with arms folded until somebody finally noticed them. Young man Greg Billingsly yelped at seeing POPO and took off running. His cry of warning alerted everyone else until the boys scattered, leaving Becca and Chelsea to fend for themselves. Panic in their behavior they tried to cover themselves with their hands.
“Afternoon, Ballers!”
“Please don’t arrest us.” Chelsea begged with a sorrowful expression. Becca used her cell to dial Jesse as a heads up. As Jesse answered he could only hear, not witness the police. Sitting in his car Jesse felt bad all of a sudden.
“Just relax!” Tilman advised, dangling handcuffs! “Hands behind your backs.”
“You are arresting us!” Chelsea began tearing up. Not exactly! Harold swooped in behind Chelsea and cuffed her wrists together behind her. Seward did the same for Becca. Seeing Becca’s phone in her hand he claimed it and realized that a caller was on the other end.
“She’s busy!” Seward prepared to hang up on Jesse.
“WAIT! I know Bannon Walsh.” Hearing the name of a fellow officer Seward brought the phone to his ear.
“You have three minutes.”
“My name is Jesse Manley. You can contact Mister Walsh and verify who I am. It was me who sent the girls out there. I’m certain if you call Bannon he will side with me.” His son Bannon Junior was Jesse’s best buddy.
“Walsh is busy out at Comstock Park. I’m not bothering him. Manley? Related to a Carl Manley?”
“He’s my dad. Do you know him?”
Oh, yes! Officer Anson Potter had been bitching about Carl for resisting him in owning art teacher Mimi Alexander. While Anson was hardly Seward and Tilman’s favorite person they did have a certain allegiance. Especially after the Kylee Penn situation yesterday that was still going strong even today. The young Filipina officer was their prisoner sexually at a safe house. Safe for the assholes, but not for poor Kylee. No, her asshole was now owned by the bad boys in blue. Well used! Which led them here to the apartment of Catalina Juarez who was caught in the middle of their despicable deeds. Potter just would not leave Juarez alone.
“Of him! Not our favorite person. The only reason we’re not going to haul you in for admitting to being behind the girls is knowing Walsh.” He whipped Becca around to face him then slapped her breast. Next to her Tilman was squeezing Chelsea’s titties. Police brutality was not mentioned out of fear they might do worse. “I ... hold on Kid!”
His own cellphone contacting him Seward looked at his message. Watchtower informed him that Jesse Manley was throwing a housewarming party and that Becca and Chelsea were party favors. With a smug pucker he looked up at Becca. She was trembling up a storm after his slap.
Knowledge of Bannon’s encounter with Mitzi Martin dots were connected once Watchtower pointed out Mitzi as Tawny Martin’s mom. Both Tilman and Seward had sampled Tawny at McRonald’s in the past. Small world! Jesse acknowledged as Tawny’s boyfriend was icing on the cake. “We have your sluts here handcuffed. I think punishment for their exhibitions are required.”
“Come on! You guys let teachers get away with murder, cut Becca and Chelsea some slack.”
“Fair enough!”
Seward produced a key and unlocked Becca’s right wrist but left the cuff shackled to her left side. Reading his partner’s mind Tilman unhooked Chelsea’s left hand then guided her next to Becca. Using Becca’s other cuff he connected it to Chelsea’s available wrist then removed his own pair of cuffs. Bound together the girls nearly pissed. “They can explain. Have a good night, Mister Manley.”
Hanging up on Jesse, Seward gripped the chins of both women. “You have the right to remain silent about our treatment of you. Anything you blab about will be used against you in a... “ He looked around at the basketball court before finishing his sentence. “ ... COURT of paw! Seeing as you two cunts like being pawed up. We’ll be by tomorrow for that set of cuffs. Enjoy each other’s company until then.”