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Episode 426: SURVIVAL OF THE FItteST
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 426: SURVIVAL OF THE FItteST - 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
10:15 PM! White Castle Road! Middle-class Nashville!
“Baby? Can we talk?”
“About what?”
Officer Anson Potter was looking at his bruised nose in their bathroom mirror. While it wasn’t broken it was swollen and black and blue. “No, I’m not letting you apply makeup to my wounds. I’m not into cosplay like you are. I’m a manly man.”
“I’m not questioning your manhood. I know better. You would never listen to me anyway. You’ve always wore the pants in the family. Regardless, you will always be my Prince Charming.” cHARMING, maybe!
Marion Potter had no idea the demon hiding inside her mate. He had always treated her with kindness for the most part, exerting some control in bed but in the end her sweet spirit always brought his defenses down. Which was exactly why he needed Mimi Alexander to compliment the Hyde to his Jekyll. BEaST of Both Worlds!
“So, what’s your question.” He began cleaning up Kleenex and bandage wrappers from the bathroom sink. Showered, shaved, he looked presentable outside of the honker.
“What we did on camera earlier ... in front of my podcasters. I’m suddenly getting all kinds of comments in my chat mail. Are we certain we can’t get into trouble over sex on camera for my million plus followers?”
“Million?” He looked stunned! “You have that many?”
“One million, three hundred and twelve. I just looked. I mean, I loved what we did but I fear us getting fined and my podcast being banned.”
“We won’t be fined.”
“How can we be certain. We barely survive paycheck to paycheck as it is.” Only the bank account you know about! Anson had two, one to compile his extra efforts for serving Watchtower with an iron fist. Ironic that an iron fist nearly shattered his nose. Karma, bitch boy!
“My buddy Pilgrim on the force watches worse. I’ll have him record a few to show you.” His cellphone lying on the sink eavesdropping like always, Anson knew his Watchtower overseer for the night was listening. To Potter the hacker was aka Pilgrim but in real life he was Newman Houser from Hartford, Connecticut, now relocated to Nashville. “He’s probably still awake, let me call him and see what he can send us.”
“That would settle my nerves. I love you, Anson. My Handsome Anson!”
Baby talk always got him hard. Bimbo, she was! Not the brightest star in the sky but she was certainly twinkling. Ten years married and she was so into her hubby that she couldn’t fathom living without him. Even though he was dirty in every way he always kept her happy. Small things were sufficient. What saved him every time was buying her fabrics and gimmicks to sell her cosplay acts online. She would literally sew for a massive audience and produce costumes worthy of any movie. Her spare bedroom was her den of weaves, where she had her set arranged. Whatever kept her busy!
“Sit tight, Princess.”
He moved from the bathroom to their adjoining bedroom with his phone. Sit tight sounded good, she needed to pee anyway. It was the main reason for walking in on him in the first place. Percaline throne! Fake dialing a number Anson spoke up to an awaiting voice. “Evening Phil.” Also, aka Phillip Grimm as made up by Anson.
“I heard. Working on something to send you as we speak.” Pilgrim offered as Anson spoke about what he needed just so that Marion could overhear him and not question dead silence. Pilgrim understood!
“So, how’s your girl Mimi?” Anson added afterwards, curious of his slave’s whereabouts. He presumed she was at home with her mother and her many cats. “Staying out of trouble I hope.”
“Hate to break it ... sorry, bad timing about your nose. Hate to TELL you but Miss Alexander is at the home of one Dewpont Knowles. She’s been having sex with Mister Knowles and Kevin Fowler for hours now. Also invited was a Christopher Boseman who lives next door to Knowles. He too engaged in sex with Alexander.”
“Fuck!” Anson hissed under his breath. Hearing the toilet flush and sink water to wash her hands, he set aside his temper as Marion stepped out into the bedroom. “Any luck on that video?”
“Swiping roleplay sex from a couple kids in college. Give me three more minutes. Can I offer you advice, Potter?”
“As long as you don’t tell me anything I don’t want to hear.” He chuckled even if he was serious.
“I check in on Marion’s podcast every now and then as part of my job. She’s already on the borderline of showing off even without what you did with her earlier. Nice job by the way!”
“Thanks!”
“You can try reprimanding me for what I say but you know how far that would go. I think your wife is hot as hell when she dresses up and flirts hard. She hasn’t cheated on you but it’s easy to tell she fantasizes about it. Fear of getting into trouble has kept her at bay. Something is missing in your marriage, so if I were you, I would give into her needs in any way possible.”
“Is that so? As if I don’t now.”
Anson bumped shoulders with Marion who took a seat next to him on their king size mattress. A majestic four post canopy bed resembling a royal chamber made her ecstatic when they found it online. Rather, Pilgrim found it. Stalker, much? Potter had no clue it was Pilgrim helping him keep Marion happy. In all reality many of Watchtower’s hackers often watched Marion closely from a distance. To say Pilgrim was a lone fan would be disrespectful to her talents. The various hackers simply watched their own towers, so to speak. RAPunzEl! RAPunzEl! Let down your hair! LOLOLOL!
“What is he saying?” She grew curious!
“I’m going to put you on speaker, Phil. Tell Mimi she needs to behave.”
“Who is Mimi?”
“Phil’s daughter! Always getting into trouble.”
“Maybe I should do as you suggested and let you give her that Scared Straight treatment.” Pilgrim’s first words on speaker. “Hey, Marion! Glad to finally hear a voice to go with all the good things Anson says about you.”
“Aww! He brags about me?”
“All the time! I think it’s awesome what you do on your podcast. You are certainly talented. Not only as a costume designer but as an actress. Hell, Disney should hire you.”
“That is so sweet. Thank you, Phil. You’ve caught my podcast?”
“Twice! Anson pointed you out and he wanted me to see how awesome you were.”
“Mm! I love my man that much more. Did you ... by chance watch today’s episode?” She flared her eyes at Anson.
“Sorry I missed out. Anything good?”
“Anson was in it with me.”
“No way! Did you dress him up like, Pinocchio? Shit! Bad timing! Sorry about your nose again, Anson.”
“You’re a riot. Can we get into trouble over that podcast?”
“Depends on what you two did in it. Care to relate?”
“He came home and just took me. Yes, we had sex in front of my viewers. It was so sudden I couldn’t shut it off.”
“Wow! Risky move. FCC might come bitching if anyone reports it. I might have a solution though if you two care to consider it.”
“We’re listening.”
“I have a friend, and let’s keep this to ourselves kids. Dark Web kind of friend. Her name is cHARLOTte, highlight HARLOT in the spelling of the name. She creates websites that the FCC can’t track. Please don’t ask how I know her.” He laughed! “Even a cop can keep his secrets.” Anson grumbled a bit hearing that. “Fine! I dated her years ago. We’ve kept in touch.”
“That is ... oddly, awesome.” Marion giggled! “My lips are sealed.” Until a big dick ripped them wide, Bimbo! Pilgrim was already fantasizing about that.
“I found what I was looking for. Charlotte let me in on a show last year. I kept it in my email. Let me forward it to you.”
“Sounds great! Thank you, Phil.” Marion grew bubbly! “This is exciting.” Anson smirked but wasn’t so sure. “Anson did tell me I should maybe open an OnlyFan’s type of account, and he and I can have more fun. I’m willing to bet ALL of my followers would pay extra to tag along. The only thing that scares me is running out of ideas. I mean I can’t expect Anson to be in every single episode.”
“I told you that you could use a dildo or something to compensate.”
“True!”
“Live a little, Anson. Involve others now and again.” That had Marion bulging her eyes and studying Anson’s expression to hearing Phil’s suggestion.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Really? You would ... share me?” Fingers crossed! He could see how hopeful she was.
“I suppose. Just don’t get so invested you forget our marriage in the process.”
“NEVER! I AM YOURS! Whatever I do with others is purely entertainment.”
“For you or for your voyeurs?”
“Both!” She giggled! “If you see anything out of line just talk to me about it. I worship you Anson. You know I’d never leave you for anyone. No matter how good they might be in bed.”
“Boston Loggers are in town at MaleStrom I hear. You could always dress them up as the Seven Dwarves.” Pilgrim busted up! “Wait! There is only five of them. Dopey and Doc could just be out of town.”
“HaHa! I won’t keep you, Phil. Just send me that link and let me talk this out with the Princess Bride here.”
“Fair enough! You know I’m just ribbing you, Anson. Nice finally talking with you Marion. Keep my boy cheery.”
“I absolutely will. You should come by for dinner sometime. Anson can fire up the grill.”
“He has to do the asking.”
“I’ll think about it. You know how I feel about keeping my home life and my job separate.”
“Yep! Same here to be honest. You two have a good night. I’ll tell my kid Mimi to get her shit together before I let you turn her over your knee. That might put the fear of God in her.”
“Not laying a hand on her ass.” He had to seem innocent.
“I got it. Link sent! Keep me posted on your decisions. I might have cHARLOTte message you and build your website to fit your needs.”
“That would be incredible. Thank you again. Let us know how we can repay you.”
“Don’t get any ideas, Phil! You’re not fucking my wife.” That made Marion blush. A mystery man did excite her, however. Hmm!
“Damn! Buzzkill! See you at work tomorrow.”
“You’re working on Saturday?’ Marion pouted!
“Chief needed coverage we have people out on medical leave. Phil and I got stuck working the graveyard shift at the jail. Anyways, see you then. Bring Red Bull, we’ll need it.”
“Will do! Night, Marion. Good luck.”
“Night, Phil!” Call ended! “He seemed very nice. Dark Web sounds evil! Should cops be associated with something that ominous?”
“His life! He’s a good guy I won’t report him.”
“Good! This protection makes me feel less stressed. Baby?” She stood up then faced him. Straddling his lap, she hugged him without hurting his nose. “Tell me how far I can go? I swear to you I will never let anything come between our marriage. I fully intend to grow old and grey with you by my side.”
“Buttering me up already. How far do you hope I’ll let you go?”
“Can we be open minded in this?”
“Test me!”
“I really don’t want every podcast to be masturbation videos. I want you to make love to me in front of the world. You can wear a mask if it makes you feel better.”
“Not wearing any mask. If it’s a dark site that can be maintained a secret, I’ll just be me. Maybe any subscribers can sign a confidentiality agreement.”
“Would that work? If the site is illegal any contracts would also be null and void.”
“True! Let’s just see what this cHARLOTte has to say.”
“You would really let me have sex with other men?”
“Fuck it! Why not! Other women just for me?”
“A threesome with Snow White and Cinderella?” She giggled!
“Now that might be interesting. Let’s just take it one lay at a time. Day at a time.”
“You are the boss.”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!” Committed by a glare he kissed his wife passionately. Once the moment relaxed, he sighed heavily. “Maid Marion? I need to go out and drown my sorrows over my nose. Me time! Why don’t you grab a pen and paper and jot down ideas for this new site.”
“Maybe I’ll go online with a special podcast and see what my fanbase is thinking. I promise I’ll keep my clothes on. I just want input, suggestions maybe.”
“Watch what you say. FCC could be listening. If anyone did snitch on us they could be eavesdropping.”
“Wouldn’t they just immediately ban my site? I’ve seen other podcasters get deleted. If I’m still able to access I should be okay until I’m not, right?”
“Fair enough! I have just as much as you to lose.” He guided her to her feet then stood up. She watched him change his clothes into a black polo shirt and jeans. Boots on over socks. Wallet and car keys in his pockets he kissed her once more goodbye, and she walked him to the door. “I won’t be out too late. I’ll need sleep to get through tomorrow night. See you in bed later.”
“Cuddle with me.”
“You got it.”
Out the door he went. Climbing into his Tacoma pickup Anson drove off. By the first stop sign he was back to talking with Pilgrim over his stereo. “GPS me to this Dewey Knowles house.”
“Done! Need I remind you to steer clear of trouble? The Commissioner is already disgusted with you over that rookie cop Kylee Penn. She just left the safehouse after a long talk with Ms. Penn about her future.”
“Penn sent home?”
“No! Graves ordered her to learn her place in our world. At the moment she’s being hammered by six off duty officers. By the looks of it, Penn is starting to enjoy herself. Graves gave her a desk job starting on Monday. Until then she’s not to leave that safehouse unless otherwise if plans change.”
“Which means fucked all weekend.”
“Looks that way. Listen, I hope I didn’t get too out of line with your wife. I was only trying to make Phil a real person.”
“I get it! Is this cHARLOTte a real person?”
“Yep! I can’t of course reveal her real name. Honor amongst hackers.”
“No Biggy as long as she’s on my side.”
“Paid by Watchtower just like me. She’s here in Nashville. Once I talk to her about all of this, I’ll feel better.”
“I sent you that link.”
“Oh, shit! I didn’t even show Marion before I left. Redirect it to her cell under my number.”
“Done! She’s looking at it now.” Already online with whatever fans were watching she opened the link. She too had changed attire, now wearing a negligee but not too risqué. She was simply in the mood for compliments.
“How busy are you tonight?”
“Everything is algorithm. I only check on things that offer a red flag. Why?”
“Why don’t you act like this cHARLOTte and join her podcast. She already knows the woman is dark, so she won’t expect a face or a voice.”
“I can mimic a voice with my computer. Just saying! I won’t go that far unless you give me the go ahead.”
“Fuck it! Get her hopes up. Do something that really makes her crazy.”
“I have an idea already. How about a hundred dick salute?”
“Say what?”
“I can make her think she’s watching a hundred guys beating off to her at once. I can split her screen and use cHARLOte as the one doing it. I’ll let my girl know everything so she can keep our stories straight. With your permission that is. Not without it.”
“Go for it.”
“On it in five. First things first! What are you planning to do by staking out Dewey Knowles home?”
“Seeing when Mimi leaves.”
“And if she’s there all night? Her car is parked at Horton-Dexter High School. She would need a ride. By the way, she has another pair of glasses.”
“So, she disobeyed me and skipped her contacts.”
“So, it seems. She checked her messages wearing them that’s how I knew. Visually watching that is. I resorted to tapping into the phones of Knowles and Fowler to hear what was being said.”
“My name come up?”
“Vaguely at best. No real conversation.” Except when Dewey and Kevin stepped into the backyard, their phones in Dewey’s home.
“I need to teach a lesson to that worm Fowler after him dancing on my patrol car. I had to pay to get those dents pulled out with my own earnings.”
“Be aware! Officer Lonnie Coltrane did make that agreement with the Horton-Dexter faculty to keep them safe and out of trouble. If you do anything rash toward Fowler, it might bite you in the ass. This Kylee Penn and Catalina Juarez situation already has you in hot water with the force. I will offer this, the higher ups do love what you accomplish so they might be willing to overlook certain things as long as you don’t go overboard. Don’t kill Fowler.”
“I’m no killer. I just need to set him straight. MIMI IS and WILL ALWAYS, BE MINE.”
“Marion isn’t enough?”
“Marion would never call me Master. I need the sideline action to keep me happy. Mimi is perfect for me.”
“She serves Carl Manley too. He’s made it clear that you do not own her.”
“As if he has any say. He’s a fucking principal with Watchtower stomping on his balls. He can’t defend her.”
“You do realize it was Manley that had Watchtower clamp down on School Superintendent Bolger and his abuse over young orphan girls. He must have more say than is let on.”
“Huh! Evidently, we’re in the dark. Shit! Marion is calling me. Work your magic. We’ll talk after.”
“Done! I’ve silenced your GPS volume in case it goes off while talking to Marion. It will show up on your stereo screen to follow.”
“Thanks! Later!” Hanging up Anson answered his cell, it too going straight to his radio. “Let me guess, bring home a gallon of milk.”
“Funny man! No, I’m on my website. You sent me that link and I watched it. That woman was stunning and doing such wild things with men.”
“Inspired?”
“Would you hate me if I said yes?”
“No. Any of your fans from earlier on tonight?”
“A lot of them. I see 624 viewers of my cam currently. They all loved our show today. I’m keeping things relaxed but I am asking for suggestions. No mention of any new site yet until we know facts. And yes, I muted them so I could talk openly with you.”