Nashville Pussy
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Episode 427: THE BUCK STOPS HERE
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 427: THE BUCK STOPS HERE - 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
“Wait! We don’t have a keyboard player.”
“Kelsea couldn’t be here. She’s limping hard after her gangbang at MaleStrom.”
“What? Kelsea? Who is Kelsea?”
“Don’t listen to Tubby.” Bass guitarist Zach told amateur songbird Natalie “Nag” Grainger. “Our on call keyboardist could easily be Kelsea Ballerini’s twin sister. Same age even.”
“I have naked pics.” Tubby laughed sharing a gold tooth right up front.
“Not now Tubbs.” Cybil pointed at him with a sneer. “We can do this without keyboards.”
“Hold up! I play keyboards. I just didn’t know I’d need to tonight. With all the pressure of Mister Doyle watching I need to do anything I can to impress him.”
“Try going nude. Cricket did that. Cybil there has too.” Tubbs added fuel to the fire. “Don’t let the reputation of this place spook you. Mister Rhodes has it all under control.”
“Nude? Seriously?”
Nag turned pale then was mentally reminded of going topless at Ole Red for Harrison Banfield. Then her brief conversation about that stunt with club co-owner Claudia Rhodes added to the subject. “Is that true Cybil?”
“Twice! Don’t panic! Nobody is demanding you lose your clothes. Cricket and I just like it when the bar gets rowdy. Nothing gets the place going like a sexy gal playing guitar. Cricket hides behind her keyboards, mostly topless. She’s...”
“A nympho.” Zach sighed! “Been there done her. We need to stop talking about this and get the party started before Dusty gets grumpy.”
“Okay! Are we agreed on the first set of five songs?”
“No complaints.” Cybil looked to her bandmates. “You good, Tubby?”
“From my viewpoint I am.” Natalie standing in front of him he had a nice shot at her perfect little ass. “Keep me entertained, Nag.”
“You know my nickname?”
“I’ve been to Cashanova. I’ve seen you there, just never struck up a conversation. Heard ole Dom Perignon call you Nag.”
“You know, Dominic?”
“Not formally. I was there to see my girl, Deva.”
“Deva used to dance here but needed a change of scenery.”
“I wasn’t aware Donna had a boyfriend.” Donna aka Deva Devlin! 40G MILF that the young bucks loved. At 45 she still had the moves to milk a bull. “She wasn’t working tonight. I stopped by there to tell my friends about my studio time at Stampede.”
“She has her kids this weekend.” Tubby nodded! “Her ex has custody. She gets them every three weeks.”
“Ah! Okay! Anyway! I’ll play keyboards if I have to.”
“Hold up! Cricket just limped in.”
Zachary Combs pointed out the thin blonde dragging along slowly. “Those Boston Loggers ripped her a new one.” Gulp! Natalie truly thought it was Kelsea Ballerini walking, limping in. Spotting Claudia Rhodes greeting her the ladies hugged. In a bold move Claudia picked the blonde up and carried her to the stage and up to her keyboard.
“Special delivery! Dusty called her in and made it worth her pain.”
“Tell the world why don’t you.” The girl laughed and carefully sat down on her bench. “Sorry I’m late. You must be, Nag?”
“Ugh! Everybody keeps calling me that.”
“It suits you.” Zach smirked! “And no, we don’t consider you a nag. Every country heroine needs a solid nickname. Maybe ole’ Dominic was onto something.”
“I guess! It could be worse. I’m Nat.” Natalie reached over to shake the hand of the blonde. “Should I call you, Kelsea?”
“I hear it all the time. No! It’s really Cricket Baltimore.”
“I love the name. So unusual!”
“My real name even. My daddy said the night I was born all he heard was my mom complaining and crickets afterwards.”
“Cute! Cybil can you explain our song selections.” Agreed! “Claudia, can I have one more moment of your time. We’re about ready to start.”
“Surely! What’s up?” They moved away of hearing range.
“I need advice. Recall my going topless at Ole’ Red?”
“Yep!”
“Cybil just admitted to her and Cricket going nude twice. Is that true?”
“They did! Boosted our clientele that’s for sure. The cowboys love it. If Cricket could escape her keys more, I’m willing to be she’d be flaunting it harder. Course, that came after hours. She likes her wranglers. And I don’t mean their denim.”
“I heard she got hammered at MaleStrom.”
“Oh, yes! Stacy Raynes hired some foot long Boston Boys called the Loggers. Cricket couldn’t pass up her invite. She called me this morning saying she had to be carried to her car and at home had to have her baby brother Danny help her inside the house.”
“Crazy!”
“Why are you asking? Still considering going topless?”
“Wearing a dress. I doubt topless is my only option. I still worry what Mister Doyle might say.”
“Howard is openminded! I’ll tell you a secret I just learned if you keep it to yourself.” A warm smiled shared between them Claudia continued. “See his Missus?” Claude pointed out Jeannie Doyle in her own threaded dress revealing much of her skin. It was a guarantee no underwear was worn.
“She’s very pretty.”
“Before today she was shall we say using too much starch in her laundry soap. Stacy Raynes the owner of MaleStrom took Jeannie there on a naked motorcycle ride today. Opened her mind 200% I’d guess. From what I hear from a little birdy Howard had that hunk Milo Maverick tap her in the lobby at Stampede.”
“Whoa! Mister Doyle doesn’t look like the type to ... encourage things like that.”
“Don’t let his age fool you. He gets around some. Pretty safe bet Jean there knows nothing about his personal habits. He kept Jean on a pedestal for years giving her everything she ever wanted. The woman likes looking but never touched before today. All that bike ride and showing her what life has to offer changed her attitude some. Got her all hot and bothered. Howie just took that nudge and let her play. Now that she knows he’s not bitter over it she’s shall we say ... matured.”
“I’ve met, Stacy Raynes. She comes into Cashanova from time to time checking out our talent. Everyone is faithful to Flossy Taggart though.”
“Stacy pays primo, that certainly says something for Flossy. Like I said Dusty and Flossy go way back to when Flossy’s late hubby was alive. Anyway! Don’t sweat it! If you want to go naked then we support you. I’d say prove your voice before anything else. Tell you what! I’ll do something tonight I haven’t done in a spell to ease your stress. You just wait for it.” A wink and a pat on Nag’s ass she walked away.
“Ease my stress? As if that could happen.”
Time to party up!
Proprietor of the ranch Dustin “Dusty” Rhodes had been watching his wife from the bar. As she approached him, he squeezed the shoulders of his favorite bartender Suzi. “Tomahawk? I need you to run in back and break out the good stuff.” A stern glare at the Native American beauty she grinned. “Yep! That good stuff. I’m feeling evil.”
“Such a handsome, Manitou.” Suzi Tomahawk pinched his chin playfully and walked away. Born Lakota Sioux up in South Dakota, Watchtower paid her to relocate to Nashville. Suzi was quite the crafty one, coming to the attention of Barker Raynes last year in his annual talent hunt for the hottest and craziest. Suzi was all of that. Not to mention she ran a meth lab up there and knew her ingredients. So, yes, the good stuff might just be ominous.
Wearing only a free-flowing loincloth, fringed suede boots and a black leather top to cover her 38C perfection the 28-year-old had more than a few fans willing to make a wild west movie with her. Watchtower guided, Suzi was more than willing to re-enact the Little Bighorn. Bull sitting was her jam! In her honor, a few of her biggest fans playfully made “AIYIYIYIYI!” racist woohoos as she passed them. Suzi flipped her tongue, then her loincloth to show her shaven bikini pride. That ass could make Geronimo take the plunge!
“Scalped by the best.” Dusty chuckled! He had personally shaved her with her razor-sharp tomahawk just this morning with the rain slowing business. Suzi was more than happy to do whatever the old coot wanted. Money spoke! Suzi was also quite the hatchet thrower in back at the axe area.
“Hey, Dusty?”
“Claude!” He turned at his bodybuilding bride’s voice from across the bar.
“Natalie might just go naked. She knows Cybil and Cricket have done it. She’s a tad edgy about it, but I think I’ll encourage her later if you don’t object.”
“Since when have I ever told you no.” Dusty sat a tray of shot glasses up on the bar, followed by a second round of shots. Calculating his customers he added a third tray. “Going for broke here.”
“TECHquila?” She guessed with a puffed lower lip. “Making certain the place goes up in flames.”
“First shot? Get you warmed up?”
“You know I’ll be jumping cowboys.”
“And I’ll be sayin’ Ride Em Cowgal!”
“Lord, I love you.”
“Love you more, Claude. Saddle up!”
“Don’t you mean Straddle up?”
She climbed the bar leaning over to kiss her man. Those same fans of Suzi Tomahawk moved behind Claudia to admire her tight jeans. Those have got to go. Knowing full well they could paw her up those Stetson wearing studs did just that. Hands on her ass, they rubbed her as she and Dusty frenched.
From a distance Natalie Grainger noticed the fact and huffed her cheeks. A secondary glance at Howard Doyle sitting patiently with his wife in his lap raised his draft beer in her honor. Natalie smiled brightly and performed a playful curtsy. A nod on his behalf she felt more confident.
“Let’s do this!”
Band ready Zach and Tubby got the crowds attention at the mic. “Bronco Busters UNITE! I’d like to extend a warm welcome...” Zach kissed at Natalie then finished his speech, “ ... to our newest songbird, Miss Natalie “Nag” Grainger. Give her a big hand. Even you boys handing it to Ms. Claudia.” Up at the bar Claudia flipped Zach off over her back while continuing her kiss. Those boys patting her down did step aside to reveal themselves as the culprits.
Applause escalating, the wolf calls erupted. Natalie felt the energy of the room immediately. She told herself that this had to be her best foot forward. Cricket said that to the Boston Loggers last night. Tubby drumroll please!
“Thank you!” Nag spoke for the first time. “I can feel the love.”
A shake of her breasts on impulse she looked to Cybil. “Hit Me!” Oh, it was on! Zach joining her Natalie shared her pipes for the first time with a country style version of Pat Benatar’s anthem Hit Me With Your Best Shot.” The band sparked on all cylinders in the moment. Dancing on stage to the beat Natalie outdid herself. Her skirt short she even allowed her perfect ass cheeks to peek out. Men were moving toward the stage like a lumbering cattle drive.
Eying one another Cybil grinned at Nat with respect. That was all it took to drive away Natalie’s nerves. Tubby was loving Nag’s ass. No panties for certain, he saw that hint of labia. A “Goddamn!” under his breath might have been heard over his microphone.
Up at the bar Claude sat up on it while Dusty and the returning Suzi joined forces with secondary bartender Fancy. Between them they hurried to fill the shot glasses with that very special tequila. Within the bottles was the most potent aphrodisiac Watchtower could safely import from bootleg non-FDA approved distillers down in Mexico. Coyotes brought this particular batch up through Texas tunnels so hidden that Trump’s wall was laughed at.
Tray after tray was hauled away by waitresses Laura Lariat and the tattooed Coco Vasquez. Trying to beat the end of the song the ladies hit the dance floor hard passing off drinks to ready a toast. Howard Doyle sat with Jeannie as he received his. At the bar a certain Milo Maverick watched bartender Fancy pouring.
He found her appealing, those big ass 40G tits behind a button-down blouse bursting at the buttons was too good to ignore. She knew it too! Casual glances his way she touched her chin to her shoulder and licked her lips. Duty done in pouring the TECHuila she stole two shots and made her way to his end of the bar.
“I see you shining your spurs down here.”
“Admiring the wildflowers.” He looked directly at her chest as he accepted her offered shot glass. She in turn looked down at her titties. Sure enough, her nipples were so aroused that her areolas appeared through her thin white top like daisies.
“Might need watering.”
“I got a mighty big hose with reach.”
“I bet you do. The new girl sings pretty well. I hear you can belt a good tune yourself.”
“And how did you hear that.” Suave and calm!
“The owner Dusty is friends with Howard Doyle. When are you going to grace our stage?”
“A few more shots like this might persuade me.”
“Oh, Mister Man in Black you might want to stick to two. Any more than that you’ll be swinging that hose like a firefighter at a bad barbecue.”
“That a fact!”
“Mockingbird says so.” She pointed at the bottles on the bar.
“Tequila Mockingbird? Never heard of that brand.”
“Biggest worm ever in each bottle.” She chuckled! “Now that I think about it those might be baby rattlers.”
“Song is over. Pat Benatar isn’t country.”
“Neither is half the country artists out there. Whatever happened to the greats like Meryl and Glen, Mickey and Kenny.”
“Good question!”
Dusty at the bar activated the PA system while the applause led Natalie to embrace her newfound fans. “HOLD UP, MISS NAG!” Oh, God! “IN HONOR OF YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION I’D LIKE TO OFFER YOU MY OWN PERSONAL WARM WELCOME TO THE BRONCO FAMILY. THAT THERE WAS A FINE RENDITION OF BENATAR. THEREFORE, WE HIT YOU WITH OUR BEST SHOT. DRINK UP GOOD PEOPLE.”
A rip roaring yell of “YEEHAW!” the entire bar lifted their shots in her honor and belted them down. Milo and Fancy winked at one another, tapped glasses and downed their liquid fire. The band offered shots as well thanks to the Latina hottie Coco Vasquez she toasted Nat. Natalie drinking her own tried not to choke and make herself look weak. She did cough once and spoke into her mic.
“And that there fried my lungs. See y’all when I heal. Thank you all for coming.” That resulted in laughter. Maybe the bad reputation this bar had was fictional. Nope! Just getting started! Cricket Baltimore giggled at Nat’s words. She couldn’t agree more about healing and cumming.
At their own table Watchtower hacker in charge Troy Valance with the lovely Diana Becker-Ramshaw had polished off their own shots and were now fanning their features. Seated in Troy’s lap facing the stage Diana had been showing off her inner thighs, her leather harness hiding her labia but revealing her finely groomed pubic hair. Cow folk were certainly noting her reveals without concern as to who saw her.
“Mistress is making her rounds.” He whispered into her ear.
“Curiosity! After MaleStrom I feel ... sexy. I haven’t felt that way about myself since before my boys were conceived.”
“Well! You are sexy. Extremely sexy! Never doubt yourself, Mistress.”
“Do you think they think like you do?” She went cheek to cheek with him as she looked at many rough customers rubbing their chins while staring her way.
“Safe bet! Don’t get too cocky, this place is known for outlaws. They might see your harness and consider them reins on a horse.”
“Silly! I want to take risks. I count on you to protect me.”
“I’m crazy about you, Mistress, but I need my fingers for work. And you know as well as I that dialing 911 is pointless.”
“I refuse to show fear. Remember, my father is a decorated General.” Oh, how well he knew! As if he was a savior. Not even close!
“If you say so. I can only defend you until I’m pummeled unconscious.”
“Really! Next song! Care to dance?”
“Why not! At least this song sounds country.”
“Love Somebody by Morgan Wallen. She’s putting a sweet spin on it.”
“Not bad!” Diana led him from their table to the dance floor, joining four other couples. Even Diana noted quite a few men loitering at the stage looking up at Natalie with lust in their eyes. Diana had her own bandits eying her purse, meaning, her in general.
Nat played right into it by crouching down and singing to them. All eyes went right up her skirt. Tongues wagging her way made her heart race as she decided to stand up before things could get ugly. Not quite ready yet. Soon!
While Natalie navigated her way around the stage Diana held Troy close, arms wrapped about his neck. Her own dress incredibly short the stretching to reach him sent her hem high over her cheeks. Enough so that the leather between her ass cheeks became visible. That had more than a few wranglers’ squinting. Belt buckles were being gripped!
Troy did notice their inspections and tried not to issue a warning. He knew Watchtower was keeping an eye on them as well. If things got too messy Dusty Rhodes would likely come to his aid. Dusty knew Troy as their primary hacker so keeping him safe was top priority. Diana, not so much! For now it was simply dancing.
“She’s good.” Jeannie Doyle confessed her thoughts on Nag and told her hubby Howard.
“I agree. Much better than I predicted. The heads up came from a Banfield. Not the one I personally know either.” Meaning Madison Banfield aka: Harness. Aka: The Bosses Daughter! Yes, Howard like Dusty knew of Maddy and Stacy. While Howard was not one of the inner circle, he was privy to Dusty and the Rayne’s sisters. He and Stacy had quite a good friendship.
“Is she worth signing?”
“Only two songs in. I’ll let you know at Last Call. How are you liking your new dress?”
“A lot of men are mentally using pocketknives to cut away these threads.” She trembled but giggled just the same.
“I’m thinking we’ve pepped up our marriage.”
“Letting Milo and I have sex was unexpected. But again, so was riding naked with Stacy. Howard? What am I getting myself into? I feel as if I’m dressed like a hooker.”
“MY HOOKER!” He hugged her closer with a chuckle. “Relax, I’m not selling your sweet ass to the highest bidder. I just think it’s time that you and I fully understand one another.”
“Like the cheating on me?”
“I regret my affairs but at the same time I... “ She palmed his mouth to silence him.
“Don’t apologize. To be honest I think I suspected as much. I’m fine. Just promise me one thing and be man enough to keep your word.”
“Let you fuck Milo again?”
“Well, now that you mention it.” She giggled! “Make that, promise me two things. One, never hide things from me. You have my permission to play with others. All I ask is consider our marriage your priority. Two, if you can play then never get cross with me if I consider it on my own.”
“Just shoot me a text saying you’re having fun. So will I. Deal?”
“Deal!”
“That tequila shot has me feeling all ... horny.”
“Why don’t you go mingle. Let me focus on this Nag and decide if I want her on my label.”
“Where did Milo go? Oh! There he is flirting with a bartender. I ... oh, my! He’s boasting that big boy penis of his.” Looking behind him Howard realized that Milo was indeed riding high. “He could hang his hat on that thing.”
“I say give Milo room. It’s obvious he has a hankering for Fancy. That’s the bartender. Her sister is the lead guitar in the house band.”
“She’s very good on guitar also. Maybe you should consider this girl and the entire band.”
“We’ll see! Take your shoestring dress out there onto the dance floor and enjoy yourself.”
“You just want to see men fight to dance with me.”
“Vertically and horizontally.” He chuckled!
“Oh, Lord! You plan on being a voyeur all of the time now, aren’t you.”
“Anything wrong with that?”
“N ... no!” Lightly indecisive but ending with a wink. “I love you, Howard Esteban Doyle.”
“I love you, Jeanette Louise Doyle.” Smooch! “Now get!” Gone! Flaunting was her new favorite pastime.
“Another shot?”
Suzi Tomahawk offered Claudia Rhodes another filler. The bartender and Dusty had poured secondary rounds in ready for the bands break later. Dusty refrained from drinking any on his own. He wanted a clear head when dealing with the inevitabilities of the drug in the systems of his patrons. He knew exactly how potent these shots would be, already noticing erections mounting on every man in the place. Women were feeling the heat between their legs as well. That included Claudia Rhodes, but that was expected. She rather liked the increased sex drive. Gone in 60 seconds! That offered secondary shot that is.
Still seated on the bar as Natalie Grainger belted out her third song of Corey Marks, Blame It On The Double. She was feminizing some pretty remarkable masculine songs. The crowd was eating it up. Women were teasing hard and guys were jumping at the chance to paw them up. Cybil even moved in side by side with Nat to use her observation skills to point out the chemistry.
Not to be too distracted Nat continued with perfection. Lively and rubbing shoulders with Cybil. Ass to ass! Booty boots! Smiles were vivid.
“Ms. Rhodes!”
Milo Maverick eased up to her side as she lie back on her palms over the bar. Her handsy cowboys were taking her boots off. Defensive mode Claudia grinned at Milo and patted the bar.
“Take a seat.”
As if her guard dog Milo turned his back to the bar and hoped up to rest beside her. Suzi then offered him another shot. Dusty Rhodes was standing back just absorbing everyone. Shot accepted Milo hissed and set his glass aside. “Getting awful big for those britches, Maverick.” She reached over and palmed his side iron going down his pant leg. A smooth palm drift she surmised his length. “Milo Mile!”
“That he is. Why are they taking your boots off?”
“Pants go next. Shirt’s open for business already.” As if he hadn’t been staring at her massive melons. “Care to do the honors?” She took his hand and placed it over her zipper. “I’m going out there as soon as I’m wearing only my shit kickers. Can’t take my pants off until they’re off my feet.”
“Your ole’ man is okay you doing that? Me helpin’?”
“See him dragging out a double-barreled shotgun?”
“Not yet! Night’s young!”
“Don’t you worry about, Dusty. He likes it when I ride the range my way. Do the deed Zipper Whipper!”