Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 22: LOOK OUT BeLOW
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 22: LOOK OUT BeLOW - 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
The home of Chandra Makharti! Nashville area boonies! Rich area! Uber rich!
“Mister’s Booker must be done with their mowing. I no longer hear their equipment. Please hurry I must seduce Mister Herbert in peace.”
Curtains pulled aside Chandra saw Harlan Booker, the father of twin brother’s Lyle and Kyle Booker begin loading up his mowers onto a flatbed trailer. Not wishing to be seen or bothered she quickly retreated into her kitchen out of sight.
Proud of herself Chandra had everything she needed in ready inside a picnic basket. With her father’s surveillance cameras active it was not easy hiding her toys. One wrong move in seeing a dildo or any blow up man doll he would immediately question her upon his return from India. She could not have that!
It was bad enough that she was being blackmailed by student bastard Dillon Kirkpatrick threatening to call her father back and tell him what she had been doing at school. Still quite new to all things sex it scared the daylights out of her to think she might be disowned for her behavior. Sighing over her dilemma she concluded that it was only a matter of time before that happened. The more she did, the more footage would be recorded. She needed to be more careful. As if that were possible.
“I do hope I do not end up on Disgracebook.” Too late! Her actions at Right Turn Clyde’s was soaring up the charts. Thing was, Watchtower did not let her see her own videos. In her defense Chandra’s own parents could not witness her on the website, blocked by the best hackers in the business. Not that they bothered to research such a despicable site. Unless pointed out by a colleague they would forever be in the dark. Members of a certain organization or not. In their case it was all about patient salvation as brain surgeons. Darkness blinded them to the outside world. Money and prestige was all they desired.
Yes, her parents were already a part of Watchtower, only the lowest level in taking small kickbacks in the medical field. While Watchtower elite had very little to do with them there was an agreement between them to stay away from Chandra. As if Watchtower cared what they had to say. What they did not know would never create problems. Hiding Chandra’s mischief was easy enough to do. Let Kirkpatrick and others think they had the upper hand in controlling Chandra. Let Chandra think she was hopelessly at their mercy. In the end her parents would remain happily in the shade of it all.
Selective viewers were predominately male, even if Watchtower porn had invaded India itself. Chandra “Minx” Mahkarti had quite the following already. Bollywood was in the house!
“I must bide my time and not bite my nails.” Indeed! Mother might see it over the annoying cameras. Her daughter must maintain her beauty if she was to meet her future mate. Ugh! Chandra refused to allow any arranged marriages. Independence was a must!
“Shoo!” She mumbled over the Booker’s taking their time outdoors. “Go faster!”
Bottled water her ally all morning long, she was sweating from her vulva beneath her dress. Her final stop before coming home last night from the football game she picked up a free case of tHIrSty brand. Free was always good! Quite refreshing if not for making her extremely horny. But again, thinking of Travis Herbert and their pervy adventures had her almost twerking with hormonal nerves.
Having been paid already, Harlan Booker had no reason to stop and speak with Chandra. He was tired and his back was killing him. All he wanted was to go home and grab a cold beer and watch the Tennessee Titans game later. His weed eater sons Lyle and Kyle could fend for themselves. They had followed him out in Lyle’s truck so adios offspring. Harlan Booker was out the gate and hitting the backroads. Scenic retreat met Big City clusterfuck in no time at all.
Packing up Lyle Booker had used the small guesthouse with barn attached to park behind so that the property cameras couldn’t see him. Kyle took what he needed from the truck bed and prepared to go into hiding. A forest on two sides left plenty of camouflage to get lost in. Agreeing on a plan of action Lyle drove on out the front gate and appeared to head home. This left Kyle alone in the dense foliage, waiting on his brother to circle back on foot. They had planned this mischief for weeks.
Chandra Mahkarti as their teacher had kept both boys hard even without trying. Of late her antics had them concluding the time was now. Their dad no longer keeping their contract with her family, this was their final chance to get onto the property. Well, easily that is! There was no fence between the property line and the woods. It was just dealing with the hardship of getting through the thicket.
“Man it’s hot as hell out here. The wait on Lyle is going to be murder. Hopefully, he can battle the woods without too much effort. I guess I’ll know if he calls me and says to abort. Trouble is, that means I’d have to go through this shit to reach him. I can’t just walk out the front gate.”
Talking aloud to himself was just the ticket. Phone ringing, he eyed the caller as a number he didn’t recognize. However the caller’s name said “Your New Best Friend.” Who in the hell? No way did anyone mess with his phone to enter this number into his contacts. It never left his side. Shrugging he took the bait.
“Who is this?”
“Hey, Kyle! You can call me Posey! The people who employ me have reached out to make you an offer.”
“Is this some loan scam?”
“Not even! I know exactly where you are and what you and your brother Lyle plan to do.” Hearing the woman Kyle went pale. “Without our assistance you and Lyle might run into trouble on the Mahkarti estate. You underestimate the family. While there are no fences protecting entry from the sides there are motion detectors hiding out there. Lyle is certain to trip one without my interference.”
“Holy shit! Who in the hell are you.”
“Your father knows of us. Connections over the years in small favors. You can bring it up to him or trust us to watch your backs and make life worth living.”
“Dad? Okay! I’m listening!”
“I can cut the power there and solve the situation. To make things easier on you, Miss Mahkarti has plans to go out to the back forty where she believes it safe to be an exhibitionist. There is no need to stress over being caught if you let her get settled in first. Give her ten minutes to leave her home. I’ll kill the cameras and power the second she leaves the back door. Expect a golf cart ride by your location. Stay low!”
“What about my brother Lyle?”
“My colleague is charming him now. We told him to stay in his truck and wait on our signal. Just before the power goes out I’ll automatically override the gate and leave it open so he can drive back in. He can go on foot from the front to avoid Miss Mahkarti seeing him. Have fun catching her off guard.”
“How do you even know what ... who we are?”
“Your phone is quite the informative piece of tech. Eavesdropping, swiping videos and pics, etc. No fear! We want you studs as allies, not enemies. You both know from friends in other schools what they do, not only in classes but in public. What you might not be aware of is they get paid quite well for jobs well done. It is now your time to shine and make some moolah. Who needs any groundskeeper job anyway, right?”
“How do I know Lyle is even talking... “ Before his eyes a FaceTime opened without Lyle even activating it. It was obvious that Lyle was still in his truck and talking to another woman on stereo speaker. His cell was on a charger faced at the center console of his truck. Listening to a similar chat Kyle was convinced. The FaceTime closed just that fast.
“Satisfied? Oh! We loved that Josie McKellen DP last week. You guys are sexy as fuck. It makes me wish I could hook up with you but there are rules against that.” Well, for most hackers. Lyle’s courier Polymer had just been given the okay by Stacy Raynes herself. Princess to the Watchtower kingdom. Posey might just get her wish. In time!
“How in the hell did you catch us.”
“Hallway cameras! Beasts, I say! Tight asses and big wankers are my jam. I’m guessing you and Lyle have that planned for Chandra?”
“Oh, yeah! Tag team, no mercy.” He chuckled! “So, wait! I’m getting paid to rape Chandra?”
“She’s already being used, why not? You do know something is up with a Dillon Kirkpatrick, correct?”
“Suspected!”
“He is blackmailing Chandra into being his toy. We allow it but block his true intent. Should he aim to follow through in ruining her family life we will shut that down. Miss Mahkarti has her uses. Like you boys, my people find her sexy as fuck. We adopt bitches hotter than her. Some just take a bit more convincing than others. Once they come around 90% could not be happier. Money! Protection! All the dick they can cope with. I’m so jealous! I get two out of three at least.”
“Sorry! You sound hot.”
“Not bad! A tad goth, but I’m curvy hot. Can’t show you or I’d violate protocols. Sucks to be me!”
“Too bad! I might rock your world. I love black lipstick around my cock.”
“Ali Gilbert from Harvester-Kent! Caught on camera Big Guy! How could you not find that blowjob on Disgracebook. Savage hits on it even after four months.”
“Holy Fuck! I know I have a few videos on there but ... yeah, Ali was a boa constrictor, I’ll give her that.”
“I’d give her a run for her mascara if I could Stud. I’d love to suck your dick. A girl can dream!”
“I hear a golf cart.”
“Radio silence! Text only for a few minutes.”
“Okay!” Minor texting during the drive by, Kyle saw Chandra in a sundress and shades breezing by the freshly cut lawn. In seconds she was gone, up and over a small hill. “Still here, Posey?”
“Yep! Power is off, gate is open. Lyle is parking now. You can escape the timberline, I’ll let you know if Miss Mahkarti decides to turn back. I’ll let you go verbally just watch your texts. I’ll answer whatever you speak loudly via text message. Each time I write SAFE in all caps you will be fine to move about. Should I write ABORT go into hiding and await further info.”
“Thanks, Posey! About that money?”
“Check your savings account after your fun today. You might be pleasantly surprised.”
“So, you can hack my bank even.”
“Easily! Don’t sweat it. Money going in, not going out. Earn your money, honey! Oh! That drone you plan to send up? I can override it and fly it for you. In exchange, all camera footage becomes ours. Paycheck earned!”
“Fuck it! Just pay me good.”
“Thousand each mission you deliver. More if the task is riskier. Your father’s friend Officer Joe Chandler has your backs.”
“Awesome! Here comes Lyle.” He was running toward him from the house as Kyle appeared from around the shed. “Bye, Posey!”
“Dude! This is nuts! I just talked to...”
“Polymer, I heard! Her friend Posey patched me into your phone.”
“Dad knows these people. How did we not know this?”
“Covert shit! They’re always listening so watch what we say. I don’t know about you but I like what I hear.”
“Same! Let’s get that drone in the air.” Agreed! Speaking of up in the air!
Fifteen miles away at Comstock Park! Twenty minutes prior going airborn!
“WAIT UP! AUNT PIPER ... DON’T FORGET ME!”
Mace Belmont, who? His own Aunt Piper had sent Mace on a mission to be certain the electric cars that she bought for the McKellen twins were ready upon return from their balloon rides. Breezing by a white van Rochelle Crowder ran over to slow him down. Clipboard exercised she told him he needed to sign a waver. She then used her walky-talky to tell her husband Lance to wait on their last passenger.
“Thanks! I... “ Catching his breath Mace zoomed in on Rocky’s tiny tit missiles. “Uh!”
“Suck ‘em later, Mace!” She giggled after reading his signature! “Piper is your aunt? She’s awesome!”
“Don’t I know it.”
“She hired me to work at Horton-Dexter. Do you go to school there?”
“Graduated in Atlanta! I live with Piper.”
“Ah! I’m Rochelle but I go by Rocky! You’re cute!”
“You’re sexy! It sounds like you might fit right in at Horton-Dexter.”
“Stop by and fit in me.” She laughed! “Hey! Question! Presumptuous, I know! You might not even be into me.”
“Oh, I’d love to be into you. So, you’re married?” He saw the ring!
“Lance is my husband. He’s in the red balloon waiting on you.”
“Piper’s yelling for me to hurry up. What was you wanting to ask me?”
“Lance likes watching me fuck random guys. Would you be brave enough to do that? He’s harmless!”
“Bold as fuck, sure! As long as he’s not trying to hump my ass.”
“So, not gay!” She snorted! “Hey! I’m horny as fuck why don’t you skip the balloon ride and ride me instead. I need to drive up North to their landing position, but it’s always a long wait by myself in the middle of nowhere.”
His eye brow cocked like Mister Spock, Mace posed a finger. “Start the van. I’ll be right back.” Running as fast as his Reeboks could go he ran up on Piper with her party of Roger Dundee, Josie and Henry McKellen and pilot Liam Crowder.
“The inn is full! Go find another balloon.” Piper waved Mace away!
“I’m going to ride with Rochelle. I hated the idea of heights anyway.”
“Make sure she keeps her hands off of you and on the steering wheel. I need my van intact.” Liam groaned, knowing that his niece by marriage was devilishly stalking the boy. He went so far as to contact her on his walky-talky making certain she listened! As if!
“We’ll see you there, Mace.” Henry waved! “More room for us!”
In passing by the second balloon containing the birthday bunch, Dakota and Sable McKellen and Travis Herbert, Mace could already see the mischief. Both sisters were wagging their tongues at him while Trav was chatting with the pilot Lucas. Corey Samson just for laughs lifted Dakota’s dress up over her titties just to show Mace. Shaking his head Mace moved on! Lucas even in talking to Travis saw skin and swallowed! He just knew this ride was going to get crazy. Good thing he liked girl’s her age. Mischief meets mischief! Guaranteed!
“You can ride with us, Mace.” Andrea Beckett called out while hugging Nathan Lowe’s arm to comfort him in her offer. Sandy Martin was alone, so Mace could be her date. NOT! With the McKellen In-Laws on board that would have been a big no anyway. He did step over to wave Lance Crowder into leaning over the gondola.
“Hey! A head’s up! Your wife asked me to ride with her, If you’re not cool with it, I won’t.”
“I’m good! Have fun!” He winked!
“In front of you sometime.” Winking became contagious! “She mentioned that.”
“I only have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Bring out her best! She can be an animal.”
“Ha! Balloon animal!”
“Cute! We’ll talk more later.”
“Peace and safe travels.”
Mace looked up at Andrea who appeared disappointed! Her tongue pressing into her cheek let him know she fondly recalled sucking his dick that day at Piper’s with Beau Hunter and Dakota McKellen, the girls switching off between both men. A point at Andi, Mace told her have fun and for Nate not to throw her over. A wave at Ed and Victoria McKellen, he wished them well and shot off to reconnect with tiny tits! He found Rochelle topless in the driver’s seat. Damn! Nipples were pointing in the right direction. North! Just like Mace’s erection!
Balloons given the all-clear Liam took the lead in rising skyward. Lucas in second, Lance in third. Sky’s the limit!
Back at the Mahkarti property! Balloons in the air and on the way!
Having reached her secluded destination Chandra parked her father’s golf cart and set out to spread a large blanket out over the newly cut grass. A gentle breeze at best she paused standing on her floorplan and performed a sweet 360 dance as if Julie Andrews singing the Hills are Alive.
Giddy at her freedom she stripped her dress off and repeated that dance. “Alone at last! My man will be here shortly to make love to me.” Bonkers! She had already decided to not give into Travis as long as he dated Sable McKellen. Her fantasies were simply running wild. Her bottled water helped that dream along! Her third of the morning her thighs were on fire.
Up on the hill the Booker brothers stretched out flat on the hilltop and spied on her below. Having sent their drone skyborne it hovered over the timber to her right and recorded Chandra in all of her golden skinned glory. A fairly silent hum at worse the drone was undetected unless spotted by eye. Luckily, Chandra had more pressing matters.
“What is she doing? Is that a bicycle air pump in her hands?”
“No way! She has blow up dolls of guys. This is going to be hilarious ... before its not.” Lyle recorded her actions with his cellphone. “Fuck that bitch is hot without her clothes on.”
“Posey told me Kirkpatrick is blackmailing her. Maybe we should too. I mean I’d love to force her to do our bidding. Imagine fucking her in public?” A second later Kyle’s cell faintly pinged. Looking at the message it said. “That’s what makes you rich, Stud. Keep that up!” He shared the message with Lyle and they both grinned at the prosperity.
“Don’t crash our drone.”
“When you’re done with her, I’ll fly it straight to Lyle’s truck bed.” Posey wrote! “Just collect your things by the shed. Don’t leave evidence behind.”
“Gotcha! Hey, Posey? At least send me a pussy pic.”
“I’ll consider that much. LOL!” She replied! “Let me fly. Don’t distract me.”
“So nuts!”