Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 32: PUSHIN’ BOOTS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 32: PUSHIN’ BOOTS - 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
Club Cashanova! 5:00 PM!
Joe Martin parked his truck near LIFT KITty’s fitness center and walked next door to Cashanova. Entering he was met by Big Peter the bouncer. The massive gay man knew Joe by sight but not by name. Same for Joe, but he had heard a dancer call him Pete.
“Afternoon, Pete! Is Boots dancing tonight?”
“On stage now. She just hopped in her kitty pool of baby oil.”
“Aw, hell! She’s going to slip and fall on her gorgeous ass.”
“If she does, she will slide right into her tips.” Peter chuckled! “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thanks, Buddy!”
Moving on Joe found the center stage literally wall to wall testosterone. “Christ! I might need to oil myself up just to squeeze into that bunch. I guess I observe from the outskirts. At least the stage is high enough I can see 70% of Boots from here. Until she lays down. Fuck! Well, at least I can maybe steal her for one lap dance. With this many men here already, her dance card is bound to be full. Sloppy hundred and fifty fifths!” He did find it funny.
Moving on toward the bar he found the lovely Latina bartender Cha Cha serving drinks. A quick round of three other men buying drinks ahead of him he made it to the bar. “Evening, Cha Cha! Love the braided pigtails and ballcap you’re sporting today. Someone give you flowers?” He noticed a pitcher of flowers at her station.
“Thanks! They’re Peony! My mom is a florist. She brought them in earlier. What can I get you today?”
“A stepladder so I can see Boots on stage.” He laughed! “What possessed her to fill up a kiddy pool with baby oil.” He noticed the lovely Hispanic panic slightly. Eyes unblinking, she fidgeted her big pouty lips trying to form an answer that didn’t let on she knew of Watchtower through her employer Flossy Taggart.
“Wild hair up her twat. It’s not the traditional baby oil, two huge boxes of it showed up around noon free of charge. It’s edible oil in strawberry and cherry flavors called Swhirlpool. It came with a big pink kiddy pool. Evidently, someone wanted her to make use of it, it was addressed specifically to Brenda, er, Boots.”
“I knew her real name. No surprise there. Huh! I wonder who spent that much on her. I’ll take a Bud Lite.” Smiling she opened the cooler in front of her station and produced an ice-cold bottle, opening it for him. “Thanks!”
“Shit!” Cha Cha looked haunted! “No! It’s not ICE!” She snickered! “Boots has two big bull brothers, they just walked in.” A nod made Joe check out the entry. Both men were steroid style muscular and over 6’5 in height, shirtless at that. “Sexy muscles but real assholes.”
“I hope they’re not here to give Boots trouble about dancing.”
“Not even! They always tip big. It makes me wonder if it was them that sent the oil.” Both bruisers did work for Watchtower. Byron and Benjamin “Bull” Bailey were recruited last year right out of the gym they frequented. They often ran errands for Watchtower to enforce their version of order when someone got unruly in defiance. For the most part they were only called upon once a month, which meant playtime on Watchtower’s dime. Easy money!
“So, they support their sister.”
“Don’t think for a second they are sweethearts. Far from it.” She leaned over the bar to whisper; music preventing any cellphones from eavesdropping on her. “Bad news! They take it upon themselves to encourage the dancers to work harder if you get my drift. Ever since Flossy allowed this club to be a brothel, those two have been in a lot more. Pimp control without taking money from the girls. They just intimidate and get what they want in return.”
In lingering over the bar Joe was privy to Cha Cha’s large bosom in her stretchy low cleavage Spanish style top. They bordered on falling out as it was. Areola’s cresting had Joe feeling his dick rise. Too bad ChaCha was a lesbian. She would be a pretty awesome stripper. Someday maybe!
“Crazy! Better be careful, Cha Cha you’re about to topple out.” He pointed at her chest a bit too late. Nipples pointed at Joe with a vengeance as she eased back to her side of the bar. Looking down at her tits she smirked and pulled her top up by two inches. Areola crest at best. A wink on her part as thanking him for his concern she chose that moment to serve another customer. This left Joe to move away from the bar and watch Boots up on stage shaking her big booty.
The woman wasn’t fat, by any means, just filled out to perfection in all of the right places. Drop dead gorgeous would be the best compliment. Oiled up as she was, her dark skin was glossy and vibrant. Even from his spot on the floor, he could smell cherry. That very ingredient was the highest concentrated pheromone Watchtower had illegally developed thus far. Stiff meant iron!
DJ Smooth was playing the tune Shake That by Eminem and Nate Dogg. Erotic raunch had the men whipping and waving cash. The oil had more than just an effect over the men, the absorption into her flesh had her cunt fired up to the point of fingering herself at times. Tasting her fingers only added to her frenzy.
Eyes rolling white, she twerked and squeezed her tits stimulating every pore of her body right down to her soul tRAIN. It also increased her body heat making her almost feverish but healthy as a horse. Nipples could not extend any further or burst open. Dear God! What a woman!
“I don’t think Brenda is home at the moment. Jesus! I might need to call an exorcist. Too bad my brother Jon isn’t catholic.” Jon Martin was a Baptist minister. “I should have called Jonny to see if he wanted to join me again. Two nights in a row might have been a bit too much on him. Besides, with tomorrow being Sunday he’s probably working on his sermon. Ha! While I’m working on my semen.”
Song ending the DJ sent Boots into her next set with Get Low by Lil Jon. Ironic after Joe thought of his little brother Jon. Boots couldn’t stop to catch her breath. The faster she danced the audience sang along with Lil Jon. “Christ! She’s going to get whiplash.” He found himself singing, “Til the sweat drop down my balls!”
Looking at the crowd around her he noticed more than a few big dicks were lured out of restraint and being jerked. “Ballsy! Sweat dropping down their ballsy. Yeah, I bet I don’t stand a chance of spending time with Boots tonight.” Oh, he would! In spades! Not the racist version!
Dropping out of sight, Boots laid on the stage right on the ledge where men could touch her legs and make their own decisions. Unable to see her for themselves her brothers fought their way through the cluster of horny men. Reaching Boots they chose to obtain one leg each and drag her booty right to the edge then spread her legs as wide as they could without hurting her. Her cunt gapping wide, she fingered herself for the audience.
At Byron’s coaxing he drew a man in to feast on her pussy right in front of everyone. Boots was screaming with delight. That oil had her so sensitive she was squirting nonstop, drowning her dinner partner. Cheers were heard. Man after man swooped in for a messy meal.
“Damn! Her brother’s are brutal.” As he stood there watching he found a visitor sneaking up on him. From behind a hand patted Joe’s ass then hooked his arm.
“If it isn’t Brenda’s best customer.”
“Oh! Hey, LouWanda!” Crossdresser, crosslover! Lou Saxton to be precise! Looking like a diva! Wanda his shename to counter her SIRname as he referred to it. “I hear those two big guys are Boots brothers.”
“They are! With Flossy and Dominic gone for the day there is no stopping those two. I am so not interfering. They love Brenda, they just ... bring out the best in her.”
“If you say so.” As if sensing their conversation Ben Bailey pointed at Lou and Joe through the crowd. Motioning them in, Lou whispered something of importance.
“See the Bluetooth in his ear? He’s been told to invite you in. Do not let on I warned you.”
“Told by who?”
“You best not know, Baby. Come on, I’ll walk you in.” More like dragged him along. Song changing to Candy Shop by 50 Cent the tone changed. Swallowing dryly Joe grew some balls and moved right up between Brenda’s thighs.
“Dig in! Don’t let her down.” Ben smirked at Joe.
Shrugging after hearing the crowd burst into encouraging verses, Joe went for it and ate Boots out. It wasn’t as if he didn’t dream of this moment. Boots was on his mind 24/7 these days. Looking up over her bikini area and through her cleavage he found Boots staring right at him with a warm smile. A puckered kiss his direction Joe rubbed her clit as his tongue invaded one wet pussy. The oil taste had him ravenous in seconds.
Choosing to break free, the brothers voluntarily threw one of her legs over each of Joe’s shoulders then backed away. He was on his own and Boots was begging for his attention. A short song Candy Shop ended and went straight into Temperature by Sean Paul. Joe found himself dancing to the bEAT. Applause was keeping him feeding like a starving child.
Fingers up her anus added to her orgasms. She had three in a row before the song faded. There were other dancers to shake it on stage, so her time was almost up. Oil pool scooted back thanks to lower-level bouncers they used towels to wipe the stage. While they cleaned house, Boot’s brothers tapped Joe out and lured her to the floor. Barely able to stand, she threw her arms around Joe and kissed him for a wonderful round of climaxes. “I’m so your, Baby.” Wow! Maybe he would have further lap dances.
“I didn’t figure I’d get any quality time with you seeing all these horndogs.” Byron hovering, patted Joe’s back to get his attention. Looking to his left then up Joe expected to be split up with Boots.
“She’s your whore for the next hour. Make his night!”
“My knight!” She winked at Joe then flipped Byron off. “Stop telling me what to do Byron. I’m older than you.”
“Don’t make me fuck you up the ass.” Byron glared at her. Squinting at him she knew he would. Ben to her left stuck his finger up her anus as proof that he sided with Byron. Eyes flaring, she looked directly at Joe.
“Save me, baby. Let’s take this to the back.”
“Our point exactly!” Byron joined his brother and jammed his finger right up beside Ben’s in her cANAL. Between both brother’s their huge fingers were equivalent to a good size penis. Her hormones screamed in the moment. Shivering, she took Joe by his hand and pulled away from her brothers. Trouble was, the oil was now tantalizing Ben and Byron. Oh, brothers!
“Sorry, Joe! They can be a handful.”
“So, I noticed.” He chuckled! “Do you always let them...”
“Rule me? No! Of late, yes! I’d rather not go into the why.”
“If you ever need an ear, I’m here for you.”
“Only to suck on that earlobe, Baby. Let’s just enjoy one another. Keep your money, tonight is on me ... me on you.”
“Are you sure? You deserve every penny for what you endure.”
“Trust me, Baby. I’m not broke.”
Watchtower videos alone nearly had her home paid for. All she had to do is put on shows that exceeded the norm. In other words, be a drama mama in utilizing hardcore sex in the club. She was adventurous long before a recent chat with Watchtower through her brothers. Now knowing the existance of the money she could truly earn, there was no stopping, Brenda. Also aware of vaccinations that kept her healthy and unable to get knocked up again, she was thrilled. She despised condoms. One son was enough for her. Even he was unplanned, but she did love Jamal. Her auntie had temporary custody, however. A mom had to make a living.
“I can’t imagine you poor after seeing so many men throwing cash at you.” Minimal compared to her Watchtower earnings. “I really don’t feel comfortable with accepting your offer Boots. What you did to me last night was incredible.”
“Does the wife know?” She eyed his wedding band.
“Oh, no! That would send her over the edge. My wife is an alcoholic. I can barely keep her away from the hard stuff.”
“That’s too bad.” Brenda guided him through the gauntlet of men and her fellow dancers. Freezing a moment Joe noticed a few familiar faces. Tugging at Boots he paused her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Uh! Those three boys over there used to date my daughter.” Seated with stripper and new girl’s coach at Horton-Dexter Jin Zellers, were athletes Finn Rice, Gavin Ruley, and Toby Mellon. “Can we sit somewhere else?”
“Sure!” She searched for a vacancy to see her friend sucking off a guy. “Let’s go back there by Sonya.”
Joining the redhead and her mark, his name was Mark, she nudged Joe to sit back. The new music rising was less rap, more metal, thanks to Bluebird taking the stage. The culinary student was pure energy in swinging on the pole for her audience. Skye Morgan’s blue hair was her attraction. That and a tiny lithe body. At only 5’1, 90 pounds she was pretty popular. The big guys especially loved the tiny dancers whom they could dominate. She was more than willing to let them manhandle her.
Big money meant concessions. Tonight was no exception. The Gunshine song Goth Girl was her first selection. A gentleman hopping up on stage naked had her lying on top of him before that first song ended. Miss Blue rode his dick for all to see.
Boots wasted no time in unbuckling Joe’s belt and luring his pants to his ankles. Every guy in the lap dance arena was in similar fashion so Joe wasn’t shy about it. Once his boxers were down as well, Boots knelt between his legs and sucked on his balls, her hand jerking him off tenderly. She knew after his spotting the football players he needed to relax a bit and rebuild his erection. Back here in a dark corner he wasn’t so worried. He quickly grew lost to her throat. Her glossy body glowing was inspiration enough for him.
Further away Jin Z aka Jinjitsu had her back to Gavin Ruley’s body as she rode his cock. While she kept him happy Finn Rice and Toby Mellon played with her tits. Her hands had control over their cocks as an added bonus. Jin was a pro. Sadly, now that the school she worked for knew she was also a stripper, more and more students were paying her a visit. Thank God for allowances.
“I figured you guys would be invited to the McKellen birthday party.” Jin spoke to them as she gyrated.
“Going there after dark. The whole football team was invited by Furlong. It just needs to be late so the parents don’t see us all.” Toby chuckled! “I’m pretty sure we’re all tagging Dakota.”
“Isn’t she a virgin?”
“Not after last night.” Finn panted! None of them knew that Dakota McKellen had lost that pesky virginity to her uncle after the game but they did presume she lost it to Custer Martini and Corey on the bus. Truth be told that was her twin sister Sable acting as Dakota. Only Angus Furlong, Corey Samson, and Custer Martini were now in the know concerning the truth. Well, not about her Uncle William, just that she wasn’t a virgin. Soon enough!
“You need to fuck me like this on the gym bleachers.” Gavin spoke over her shoulder.
“I’ll get there. I need you guys to keep in mind how often I’ll be getting dicked here at the club. I might need my duties as coach just to let my holes heal.”
“What the fuck ever.” Finn rolled his eyes. “You know damn well you want to keep up with Josie and Piper.”
“And Mimi Alexander. Maybe Mavis Hale once she lets us tap that ass. We’re getting closer, we gave her a body massage yesterday.”
“That just leaves Chandra, Marci, and Mallory Unger. Marci got naked at the game last night, that’s a good sign.”
“Right! And Chandra let Mimi eat her out in the cafeteria.”
“I heard Coach Rice fucked his girl Patrice in his shop class in front of his students. I wish she was a teacher, Pat’s hot as fuck.”
“Don’t let Big Calvin hear you say that.” Finn laughed at Toby. “That’s his aunt. I don’t think he’s heard what she and Damon did.”
“He will get over it. I still can’t believe he of all people got a scholarship.” Watchtower planned! It shut up Calvin’s mother from making a scene at the game.
“Guys! Can we focus here? My hands are getting tired.”
Removing her grasp over them, the boys took over but went to their knees on the sofa to hover over her abdomen. Smiling, she watched them unload on her tummy and tits. Gavin inside her nailed her uterus. “Shit! I felt that in South Korea.” Her native homeland! Hopping off of Gavin she faced Toby and mounted him. Back in the straddle again. Not to be left out Finn took her butthole. DP! Money tossed at her by Gavin he took off to take a leak. More for his buddies!
Across town!
“There’s my police escort.”
Mitzi Martin was ready as instructed by the hacker known as Patron. Outside in her driveway was Officer Bannon Walsh and his rookie partner Heidi Bush. For the last two hours he had Heidi tagging along wearing only her hat, unbuttoned shirt and badge. Knowing she had no choice she went along for the ride. Her future depended on her ability to adapt. Watchtower paid her good money, so she concluded faster than many of her fellow rookies that this was their new Miranda. They had the right to obey or suffer the consequences. Loving sex, Heidi was fine. Bannon was actually attractive in a dominant sense.
Leaving her house wearing only her high heels Mitzi performed a 360 in his headlights. As long as she wouldn’t get caught by her hubby or go to jail Mitzi was honestly into this recreational change in routine. Opening the back door to his cruiser Bannon told Mitzi to climb in.
“There’s a package for you. Open it and put it on when we reach Cashanova.”