Nashville Pussy
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Episode 430: WEATHER VEIN
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 430: WEATHER VEIN - 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
10:40 PM! County Road 6! Pure country! Nashville was known for that after all.
“You can drive faster. Just stay on the road.”
“Better not! I can’t stop looking at you as it is.”
Angus Furlong glanced across the Red Ferrari at the car’s owner Kendra Gooney. Her breasts barely contained by her low-cut purple dress might as well have had a detour sign pointing at them. Furlong could not stop grinning at his luck. Not only that but just in the timeframe of leaving the Lafayette High School parking lot Kendra had lifted her butt and slithered her G-string off of her heels and had hung it from her rearview mirror.
Double trouble when her dress was Piper Cherry short and one bare foot was propped up on the car’s dash. “Okay! I’m going to wreck if you keep teasing me like that. I’m doing 70 in a 45 as it is. I didn’t know you and Vaughn lived so far out in the boonies.” Here it comes he had to laugh! “Gooney’s boonies!”
The Channel 12 Weather Whore had been rubbing her clit for the last two miles in preparation for her young manly conquest. This Stormy Cougar was always on the prowl so, supporting her son’s school often meant pick of the litter. However, Vaughn usually put a stop to her appetite to protect his reputation, which as a good mother she understood.
Angus from another school district was a whole new ballgame. One that her baby boy Vaughn had won for Lafayette, but hey, to the loser the spoils she might say. As Angus gnashed his teeth and tried hard not to look over at her lap, difficult with her cell lit up to give him a spotlight on her pussy, he saw red.
“OH FUCK! Cop!”
“Just relax!” Kendra told him as she shut her cell off to primp at her hair in a visor mirror. “Let me handle this. All of the cops know the Channel 12, Weather Goddess.” Vain much? Not that he disagreed. Slowing quickly, he pulled off onto the shoulder of the country road and came to a halt.
“Shut the car off so they don’t think you plan on speeding away.” Doing so Angus grew nervous as the patrol car arrived behind him. A high-powered beam on the squad car illuminated the tree line, so bright he felt as if he were being abducted by a UFO.
“Christ! Are they trying to blind oncoming traffic?”
“No! They only see a really expensive sports car that could be stolen for all they know. I’m certain by now they have run my plates and know who it belongs to. You won’t get a ticket Angus, just breath.”
Two cops left the car, unusual considering, but out in the country the local police force was more careful. Flashlights approaching from both sides of the Ferrari made Angus share a disturbing observation.
“They really need flashlights when their car is lighting up a five-mile radius?”
A knock on the driver’s side window Angus didn’t even know how to open it. In reaction Kendra unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over Angus smothering his face in her cleavage as she stretched to press the convertible controls. Activated, she kissed Angus on the forehead to calm him and returned to her seat.
Unknown to her, seconds prior the officer on her side of the car had shined his flashlight through the tinted windows and put a spotlight right on her gorgeous clam. Not that she cared, Kendra Lynn Gooney loved being in the public thigh/ eye. Flustered a little, Angus watched the canopy door rise and offer a first glimpse at the two male cops.
“Hey, Officers.”
“Do you know how fast you were driving?” The driver’s side cop shined his flashlight right into Furlong’s eyes. “Horton-Dexter!” He immediately noted his football jersey. A glance at the name on his back he chuckled over it. “Furlong! My son told me you choked tonight. Hey, Miss Gooney!” A light on her tits rather than her eyes she caressed a fingernail along her bulging melons.
“Hello! I’ll take the blame. I told him harder, faster.” She giggled! Both cops grumbled over her humorous admission.
“Have you been drinking?” The passenger side officer asked!
“No! Not at all.” Angus coughed up!
“I’m not talking to you.” Officer Brock Holden blinded Kendra. “I meant her.”
“Only semen! I had a few before the game.” She sighed! “I’m not the driver though. I always let my men do the ... driving.”
“You just told him to drive harder, faster. That’s negligence. Out of the car, Ma’am!” He lifted the door higher for her. Sighing, she drifted her long silky legs over the threshold and delicately hoisted herself out of the car seat. Angus was sweating over seeing her bare ass shining at him, his officer highlighting it for the quarterback. Her dress was impossible to hold down while climbing out. Hearing Officer Karl Ludlow whistle, Angus defended Kendra.
“Is that necessary?”
“I’d keep your comments to yourself if you don’t want to spend the night in County lockup, Junior. Driver’s license by the way.”
“My wallet’s in my duffle bag in the backseat.”
“You get that while we make her walk a straight line.”
“Do you people know who she is?”
“Sure do! I watch her newscast every day, especially this past morning. She never made raindrops look so delicious. First time seeing her in person though. So, don’t ruin this for us, Fumble Boy!”
Angus wanted to snap back but held it in. Temper would only get him tossed into jail and he would have to call his dad Glenn. Nope! Never once been in jail and not going there. “Do your worst assholes.” Inner thoughts!
Watching Officer Holden escort Kendra out in front of her car into the bright light he stopped her and made her face the spotlight. The bulbs were so bright her thigh gap shined from beneath her skirt. She had pulled it down so that offered the transparent hint in the stretchy material.
“Damn that’s sexy.” Karl grunted! “Looks like the forecast is clear and hot. Hand me that car key from the console, Fumbler Furlong.” He cast his flashlight on the key laying in a cup holder.” Angus cooperated as he observed the other officer use his hand in front of Kendra’s face to make her eyes follow his fingertip. Key in his possession he added, “Get in the backseat until I come back for that ID.” He held the driver’s door. Stepping out Angus drew his seat forward then climbed into the back for his duffle. Door closed on him he was stuck there watching.
Joining his fellow officer out front with Kendra, Holden heard his cell ring in his pocket. Answering it he stood to Kendra’s left letting her listen in on his conversation. “You folks ever take a day off?” Kendra trembled at his eyes on her chest, his partner circling behind her. With the light so bright she couldn’t even focus on Angus to see his reaction. “Ah! Right! Our body cams. Yep! Miss Gooney is indeed fine as hell tonight. Nice to meet you by the way, big fan.”
“Why, thank you.” She tried to remain cheery, but Brock was toying with the shoulder straps on her dress guiding one off and over her left arm. A tilted glance at his mischief she nibbled her lower lip. She just knew who it was on the other end of that phone talking to Officer Ludlow. Watchtower evil having fun! “Mm! Do your worst Boys!” Watchtower that is! But again, the cops worked for the shady organization.
“So, Miss Gooney here is negligent in her career moves you say. A lesson?” Now he himself reached up to sweep her other dress strap from her shoulder, the material slipping over her monster 40G’s but clinging. “Hands to your sides Miss Gooney. Do not make this any harder than it needs to be.”
“I’m really hard.” Brock whispered into her ear. “Isn’t it your job to keep your viewers ... hard? I watch your weather reports and beat off to you.”
“Aw! That’s very sweet of you to say. I try my best. As I’m sure you both know by now the forecasts will get a whole lot sexier.” She was not offended. Vanity ruled her life most days knowing what she could achieve. That caller on Ludlow’s phone knew very well what her every move was. She rather enjoyed her loathsome spies most days.
It was when Kendra herself received a phone call ordering her to perform some sort of insane task, that always worried her. Leverage weighed heavily. Tonight, was not going to go as lovely as she had hoped. At least for poor Angus!
She considered his emotions during this. As dirty as Kendra often was in her social life, accepting bribes and living the dream without restraint, she did have a heart. Angus seemed very charming even if he was the enemy in her son’s eyes. She rather liked sleeping with the enemy. Most days!
“Your lords and masters want a word with you, Miss Gooney.” Ludlow put the voices on speaker. Three gentlemen this round, she felt honored. Overlapping Ludlow, the first man spoke up.
“Good evening, Kendra. You look stunning tonight. That football game you played with the cheerleaders was absolutely breathtaking. Well, done!”
“That was more fun than I ever expected.” She giggled! “To what do I owe this unexpected delay in going home to a quiet evening? Surely, it cannot be just to compliment my athletic prowess.”
“Of course not, My Dear.” A second more distinguished voice chimed in. “We simply want to watch you prove your devotion to our financial charity. Technically that beautiful Ferrari does belong to us after all.”
“As does your six-bedroom home. Your son’s truck. Your...”
“I get it.” She stopped him! “You own me. What is it you require?”
“Do not think we did not overhear your words at the game. There is a certain amount of bitterness in your tone concerning us, Miss Gooney. Are you changing your attitude towards us? Our gifts?”
“Not at all.” Yes! They need not know her true thoughts though. It was becoming increasingly hard to speak her mind to anyone these days. “Shall I remove my dress?” Knowing that using her body distilled doubt she used it to her advantage. “A certain young man might be witness to this however.”
“Mister Furlong will enjoy himself, we are certain. We monitor his social life just as we do your sons, all of the students scattered amongst the Nashville schools for that matter. Nothing escapes our attention. Some schools are simply not as far along as others. Lust and greed rule the world, Miss Gooney, as you yourself have adopted those traits.”
“Absolutely! Thank you for my liberation. I love what I can do for you in public.”
“Speaking of ... car coming.” Brock pointed out headlights. “Rich folks in this area of the county. Should we...?”
“Oh, heavens no. Let them see.” The third man on the phone sighed loudly. “Once we know who it is we can monitor them as well. Learn and corrupt we say. Officer Ludlow?”
“Yeah?”
“Rip her dress from her body right in front of the oncoming car please.”
“Wait! I love this dress... “ Kendra found both officers savagely tugging at her outfit from two sides until it was destroyed. Angus tried using his cellphone on the downlow and found it powerless. He knew he had charged it before the game so why was it dead. Resorted to observing the scene unfold outside, he bulged his eyes at her naked body in the bright lights. His gaze stuck on her body he failed to notice her glowing smile. Momma Gooney loved this!
“They’re raping, Kendra.”
It wasn’t until he finally busted her smiling that he knew this was not rape. It was, but she knew better than to look upset. “This is insane. She looks as if this is turning her on.” Of course, it was. Kendra Lynn Gooney had always been a slut at heart. Beauty and a driving lust in making men crave her every curve consumed her most days.
Escorted by Brock and Karl, they helped her climb up on top of her Ferrari’s hood and lay back on the cool exterior. With the car closing in she gave up the stress of who it might be. It was too early for her son Vaughn to come home, so, it had to be a close neighbor. Sparse houses with lots of property out here in the wilds it was at least a half mile or more between residents. Close enough!
Heels off and legs wide Kendra ran her fingers to her pussy and began knuckling her vulva right in front of Angus. Mesmerized but spooked, he couldn’t resist that beautiful snatch. That pierced clit glowing in the high beam off of the squad car was like a Will O’ the Wisp. Her palm hiding the bauble one second, revealing it the next, it was almost hypnotic.
Sensing the motion of the other car at his side Angus glanced over to witness the drive by. “Holy shit! That was Chandra Mahkarti’s car. She must live out here somewhere.”
After leaving the game early Chandra had gone grocery shopping before coming home. Looking over at the woman on the car hood she failed to recognize Kendra. The Hindi beauty rarely watched television to know Kendra’s fame. It did bother her to witness police officers subjecting her to this disrespectful scene. However, Chandra hurried by to get home where she might be safe. Never truly safe!
Kendra in her moaning tilted her head back to look at both officers and smiled at them. “At least buy me a new dress to replace that one.” They chuckled at her, both using cell cameras to record her actions for Watchtower. Angles were the selling point overseas.
“A new dress can be purchased by your own order, Miss Gooney. We pay you quite well to perform.” Came the first voice she had heard over Ludlow’s phone. “Ah! Isn’t that interesting. That car who passed you by belongs to Doctor’s Mahkarti of the Ascension Medical Foundation. Brain surgeons, both. Oh, my! Their daughter is Chandra Mahkarti, a teacher at Horton-Dexter High School.”
“We must recruit her. I have seen her over the school cameras.” The second voice spoke. Weary of how much Angus was overhearing he added, “Enough talk! Officer Holden? Please fuck Miss Gooney’s mouth until she climaxes.”
“My pleasure!” He used one hand to unzip his pants and dig in for a hefty seven-inch beast. Full tilt and threatening he slapped her facial features with it. “Beg for it, Weather Girl.”
“Please fuck my mouth. I need you in my throat.” She prided herself over her seductive nature, Kendra was born to be an actress. That was partly why she was Miss Tennessee back in her younger days. Feeding her lips, Holden recorded his dick in her gaping jawline. His thrusts awkward but worth every shot as he filmed her hunger reaching to take him in balls to brow.
“That’s it, Weather Vane! Tighten those lips up.” No problem! His fucking her face made her finger her cunt that much harder. Two minutes more she squirted hard onto the windshield of her pristine Ferrari. Angus Furlong was in awe of how far her squirt shot out, more and more the longer she fed her holes. Mind blown by the whole ordeal Angus heard his cell ring.
“What the heck? I thought it was dead.” Eying the caller as unknown he went ahead and answered it. “Hello?”
“Enjoying the view, Mister Furlong?”
“Who is this?”
“A friend. For now, we simply want to welcome you to our world.”
“We?”
“Mister Furlong!” Two other voices spoke, one continuing. “We will be in touch. Once Miss Gooney completes her mission you have our blessing to ravage her body the rest of the night. Sit back and do masturbate. We are!” The phone call ending on that revelation, Angus huffed, “What the fuck!” It would haunt him, but he did indeed whip his dick out and jerk off. The show was only beginning.
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