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Episode 423: BRONCO BULLY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 423: BRONCO BULLY - Welcome to the SOAP OPERA PORNO none of you ever thought you wanted. One with plot and hardcore sex in every way imaginable. Piper Cherry started over in Nashville from scratch after a destructive marriage. New neighbors, new career with unlimited playmates, more money than she knew how to spend, and no desire to behave. It must be contagious, now everyone around her wants to be with her or to be like her. Nashville however had more to offer than she could ever predict. Anything goes! Perfect!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Candelabra Condos! 8:30 PM on the dot! DING and DONG!
“He’s here!”
In her bedroom Diana Becker-Ramshaw jumped at her reflection in a closet door mirror. One that allowed a full body image of her beauty in a body harness. A tight new black dress with a deadly short skirt and dramatic cleavage quickly put on she looked mighty fine. She had been deciding on earrings at the time of her doorbell. Deep breath inhaled she decided to let her date choose one of two sets of earrings. She hadn’t even selected her shoes yet.
Hurrying through her home she answered the door with a breathless smile. Expecting her handsome neighbor Troy Valance, she was caught off guard by flowers. A young black man stood there with a bouquet of orchids. Not just any delivery man, this was one of Watchtower’s private hackers.
On his night off Darius “Pimp” Pine was asked by his boss Troy to catch her off guard. Darius was one fit hacker, a former track and field trophy winner in Wisconsin. His IQ balanced his fitness well.
“Oh! Hello!”
“Ms. Ramshaw? Special delivery!” He wore a white pullover shirt promoting a Black Florist nametag, a twist on the UK’s Black Forest. His being black had no bearing on the racist thoughts in creating that shirt. Black Florist was a small-scale cover business uptown ran by a sweet old woman named Blanche.
Watchtower had many small ventures as ways of infiltration. The vase alone on this bouquet had a bug and micro cameras built into the base. Troy had yet to be invited into her condo to plant cameras, so this was a perfect entry point.
“They’re beautiful. Do I need to sign for these?”
“Already did!” A voice to the left of the delivery man spoke up. “Thanks for finishing the job. I’ll take it from here.” Darius chuckled as Troy Valance stepped out from hiding. With the flowers in Diana’s hands Troy pulled out his wallet and handed Darius a hundred-dollar bill. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”
“Thanks!” A note on the back of the bill read. “One free night at MaleStrom. Get your willy wet.” That hundred was worth over three grand to the right person. Pimp’s weekend off was about to get crazy. Woohoo! Thanks Boss! The real Pimp was Master of his trade.
“You could have given these to me yourself. Why bring him into the equation?”
“Shock value! You look stunning.”
“Harness worn beneath.” She batted her lashes at him. “Choose my earrings.” She switched hands with her vase to share the selections.
“Less dangly! I wouldn’t want to accidently yank them out of your ears when we get drunk and rowdy.”
“After a day like mine getting drunk is sounding wonderful.”
“Still reeling over your husband’s transfer? We can postpone if you need time to accept that bit of ill-fated news.”
“I’m fine! I worry more about my sons. They won’t get to see him before he leaves. Troy wanted me to hold off calling the boys until he could break the news to them.”
“Right! Military school!”
“Yes! My oldest will graduate before Troy gets back. The youngest has another year to go.”
“Are you certain you want to continue seeing me? I would understand if you went back to Virginia.”
“No! I’m staying here for a year longer. My sister might need me still. At least I’ll be close if anything happens.” She sighed! “Concerning you, Mister Valance. I rather enjoy your company. I haven’t told my husband of you because of his stress about the promotion.”
“I understand. I just want you to know I stand by whatever decisions you make. I enjoy your company too, but I never want to ruin a perfect marriage.”
“It’s hardly perfect, Troy. You know the story. Can we not simply agree to live for today and worry what comes in a year?”
“I can if you can.”
“Good! I want this year to be ... steamy.” She beguiled him. “Here! Put my flowers in the kitchen while I find smaller earrings.” Passed off, she turned her back to him and intentionally hiked the back of her skirt to show off her tight tanned buns. A whistle heard had her adrenalin spiking. She was ready to have some fun.
While Diana vanished into her bedroom the dashing Troy hurried to the kitchen. Time sensitive he procured the four micro cameras attached to the vase base and planted them strategically.
In the living room he placed the first one around the fireplace for the best angles to capture every movement with very little obstruction. Moving to her bedroom he realized that she was in her walk-in closet, so he quickly placed a camera to perfectly surveil her bed. An ensuite attached, he spoke up before entering just in case. “Mind if I use your restroom?”
“Not at all. I had a hunch you would follow me.” She giggled!
“A perfect bare ass does that.”
He entered her bath and closed the door. Setting up the camera to face her glass shower and tub off to the side he could now watch her bathe. High tech cameras they could move beyond steam for a perfect image every time. Flushing to be authentic he washed his hands and stepped out. He had one last camera but was undecided as to where it should be mounted.
Waiting for him Diana was seated on her bed putting on shoes that matched her dress. Sitting back, she playfully lifted the hem of her skirt to share her very narrow harness shrouding her vagina. Freshly trimmed pubic hair rose above the leather.
“You keep doing that we won’t get to Bronco’s until last call.”
“You are forbidden to touch me there unless I allow it.”
“Where?”
“Here!” She spread her legs and pointed directly at her vagina. “Here!” Tits palmed, nipples spiking without a bra beneath. Her harness had her already perfect breasts lifted for inspection. “Anywhere else I will consent to.”
“Yes, Mistress!” He winked at her in a suave James Bond manner. “Ready to go when you are.”
“Lets!” Standing up she pointed to the carpet while holding her purse. “Down Boy!” Unexpected! Camera stashed into his pants pocket Troy dropped to his hands and knees. Taking a seat on top of his back she rode him like a bull rider. “To Bronco’s!”
Laughing, he walked them through the house and up to the front door. Upon the doormat she dismounted and ordered him up. “Do your job.” Opening the door for her was the right occupation. Locking up behind him he followed her to his car. Again, he opened the car door for her and watched her get in. Those legs were made for wrapping.
“Lord have mercy!”
Bronco’s! Their motto was “BUCK YOU, BUDDY!” It served them well!
“That singer is on her way.”
“I pulled up the cameras over at Ole Red. She’s a looker.”
Club owner Dusty Rhodes sat at his desk boots on the edge like the boss that he was. His wife Claudia shuffled in behind him to lean over his shoulder to peer at his laptop. Natalie “Nag” Grainger performing topless had her brow cocked.
“Blake’s boys allowed that?”
“What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him. You know as well as I that the Tower fiddles with the footage recorded. Blake’s people have no clue what she just did.” Claudia looked down at her man’s jeans. Erection! Someone liked the singer.
“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.” She smirked then reached down to palm his inseam. “Let’s not scare the girl away her first night. The Doyle’s are out there now to watch her in person.”
“I spoke to Howard earlier when he recommended the girl. He said Maddy Banfield is funding her.”
“Harness? That doesn’t seem her style.”
“Her ole man Harry did. I’m sure Maddy knows about it, not much escapes the higher ups.”
“Good thing we’re up there in rank. Does Barker know of her?”
“If Maddy knows. Raynes knows!”
“Raynes, it pours!” She giggled!
“Doyle bring that Milo Maverick fella with him?”
“God yes! That man is Tom Selleck in his prime on steroids. Mind if I buy him for the night?”
“Better take that up with Howard. He has this Milo under contract. I wouldn’t mind seeing him on stage later for just one song.”
“Knowing Howard, he probably has that in mind.”
“Duet with this Natalie Grainger?”
“Her nickname is Nag. I hear that hillbilly Dominic Black over at Cashanova christened her with the name.” Both Dusty and Claudia were consulting hackers at their disposal for info. It paid to know what was headed their way. Pretty much invincible as members of Watchtower they often got whatever they wanted. Life was good! Fancy ranch outside Nashville and all.
“You might want to watch what just happened over at Cashanova. Your hillbilly crush just tag teamed that Asian dancer on stage with some kid dressed like Robin from the comic books.”
“Really? Since when does Dominic Black ... partake?”
“I reckon he just decided to start. Word is his brothers are coming to town.” He winked and patted her cheek. “Got me a plan if those boys are as rowdy as the Tower says.”
“Maybe they can be our version of the Boston Loggers. Stacy Raynes can’t hog all the glory.”
“Already had our researchers dig. Those boys are Hulks, some bigger than Dominic.”
“In height or length?” She flared her eyes playfully.
“Both! They all have criminal records up in Hazard, Kentucky. Nothing too serious, no murders but they like getting into brawls.”
“They might fit right in here.”
“Here?” Dusty reached behind him and rubbed her pussy through her jeans.
“There too. I love you, Dust Bowl!”
“Love you too, Claude. Let’s go out and chat with the Doyle’s.”
He dropped his boots to the wood floor and turned to stand. Claudia faced him awaiting a kiss. Instead, Dusty eyed her 40G melons through her western style shirt. “Make yourself presentable.” He intentionally unbuttoned her shirt from top to bottom until her tummy was visible. A fit woman Claudia, she had been trained by Stacy Raynes herself. Claude had one muscular body. Almost overpowering yet firm in every facet. Boob job enhanced that gift. No bra ever, those Jezebelle’s were ringing. Swollen for the masses!
Watching him open her up for business Claudia marveled at the luck her life had brought her. Much younger than Dusty who was 60, Claudia 42 was given the royalty treatment the last ten years. Dusty was already a card-carrying Watchtower member from the very beginning but kept a low profile. He preferred the quiet time, only stepping in when it came time to vote on necessary things involving power and profit. This club was simply a hangout for fun. His ranch had horses and cows offering him chances to view his life as a wrangler. He did promote rodeos here in Nashville to drum up business.
“I love how you like to show me off.” A photo of her naked in the bar on the wall always made her smile. Trophy wife most definitely!
“Bully!” Dusty Ray Rhodes grinned and turned her around. Slapping her ass, he sent her on her way. “Right behind my handprint.” Laptop closed he followed his wife out into the club. A bit of arthritis had him rubbing his wrist. Tight ass Filly!
“Hi, Howie!”
“Hey there, Lariat! Here to tie me up?”
Jeannie Doyle flared her eyes toward her husband for flirting with the waitress. How did they know one another? After a day of unprepared for revelations, the interior designer was full of questions. Still, a night out after having had sex with the handsome cowboy joining them at their table she was glowing. Who knew nudity and sex in public could be so much fun. Stacy Raynes certainly got through to her today. It was as if she never truly knew her husband. In some ways that scared her, in others it was exciting.
“Here to help you tie one on maybe. Who is this?”
“Milo?” Mister Maverick was ready to tip his hat when the waitress blew him off.
“No, this?” The busty brunette winked at Jeannie. “She’s beautiful.”
“Ah! My wife. Jean this is Laura Wish. Laura here used to perform on my rodeo circuit concerts here in Nashtown.”
“They call me Lariat around here. Pretty sure you know why. Calf roping is my jam.”
“A regular Calamity Jane!” Howard Doyle chuckled! “Lady killer at that.”
“That mean you’re a lesbian?” Milo spoke up in a baritone voice that chilled the soul.
“Wow! Proudy Rowdy! Love the growl.” If not the man!
“Milo here is my newest talent. He’s from Texas but found his way to Nashville. Heard that snarl one time and signed his bumper.”
“Nice! Our act cancelled tonight. He might be coaxed into a set.”
“We’ll see.” Milo chuckled! “Here to watch a gal called Nag.”
“A good friend of ours mentioned this gal and bought her studio time. I’m here to see if his ear is on the right track or on a B-side. That and I felt like showing my beautiful wife how proud I am of her.” Jean blushed but did enjoy the attention.
“Awww! I love your red dress.”
“Picked it out myself. We stopped by that Right Turn Clyde’s uptown and I let her go crazy with the credit card.” Free! Watchtower funded thanks to Stacy Raynes. “Those laced up the side dresses are right up my alley. I refer to those threads as ropes.” Howard and Milo had actually chosen her wardrobe to show off her skin in spectacle fashion.
Jean never felt sexier. She even committed to wearing this type of dress to work. Before today that would never have crossed her mind, let alone her legs. Just that fast Jeannie Doyle found herself fantasizing of showing off her body everywhere. Convinced her business would never suffer for her attire she was willing to travel that final runway. Stacy Raynes revved up Harley-Davidson Fatboy made certain of that.
“The wife is celebrating.” Howard beamed with pride. “Big business headed to her design company thanks to, Ms. Stacy.” Lariat quickly connected that to a Raynes. She wasn’t dumb! Not when Stacy dropped by Bronco’s at least once a week to train with Claudia in the gym out back that Dusty put in specifically for his gal. Lariat got along great with Stacy. Love at first roping practice on the dance floor. It was a catch me if you can moment that day.
“Good for you. I’ll drop by that store and grab me a few Lariat laces to wear here at the club. Tonight I felt like ripped jeans and a bra.”
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