Episode 14: Cheyenne Pepper

Pepper Little Beaver sat alone in her booth sipping a mocha. For the last hour she had wondered if her drive down to Denver was pointless. It was something long overdue touching base with her Ex. Not that they talked much these days. Being a cop in Denver kept him busy and on the straight and narrow. Most days!

Since Griffin Puma met his fiancée Bree, Pepper had grown a bit jealous. She knew she was hotter than Bree, even if Pepper wasn’t as hard of a worker as Bree was. Pepper was a simple Bank Teller up north on the Rez. While the ginger tressed Bree was this skinny minnie Police Dispatcher. Point blank they both sat on their asses and answered calls. Why was Griffin even with her? Speak of the Devil, there he was in a sweat covered t-shirt and sweats. So very sexy. Locating Pepper, he stepped past the hostess without saying a word. Too bad, she rather liked his masculine physique, stench of hard work even more.

“Morning Handsome! I really didn’t think you would meet me.”

“I thought about standing you up.”

“Against what?” Pepper offered a beguiling smirk.

Griffin Puma would normally be on his daily jog. While he did run there to escape any guilt, he was using the away time in order to agree to meet his ex-girlfriend. This particular Pancake House was far enough out of the way that he and current fiancée Bree had never once set foot in the place. Less chance of outsiders seeing and connecting dots that would create friction later. Sweaty from his run he ignored the looks of early morning customers. His scent was still manly, just ask that hostess. That’s why Pepper couldn’t forget this man.

“Have a seat. Coffee?”

“Why are you here Pepper?”

“A few reasons actually. Only one refers to missing you. Newton Redmane wants to marry me. I haven’t said yes. Something keeps me from taking that cheap zirconia he’s trying to pass off as real. That’s his first mistake. If he wasn’t so darn adorable, I’d be offended.”

“Newton’s a good guy. Cheap bastard but decent. Congrats if you decide to accept.”

“Should I?”

“Not my decision. We’re not together anymore, Pepper. I put a ring on Bree’s finger a few weeks ago. I’m happy.”

“How is darling Bree?”

“Keeping me grounded.”

“Not if you’re here with me.”

“Quit flirting! I’m not going to leave Bree.”

“I didn’t ask you too. I’m still here though.”

“Not sleeping with you either.”

“Where’s the wild Apache I used to know? The one who would bend me over this table and let everyone watch him fuck me?”

“I’m a Police Officer now. Public image is important.”

“Does Bree let the warrior come out of his teepee?”

“What else are you here for?”

“Did you know your sweet little sister is the darling of Wolf Calls these days?”

“What’s she doing up home?” That prompted narrowing eyes. “I know it’s not to visit our parents.”

“Are you aware of her online activities?”

“I know.”

“Everything she does?”

“If it pays her rent to me, I could care less.”

“It’s fairly close to prostitution don’t you think, Officer Puma?”

“Leave Stacy alone. You know damned well she would literally scalp your ass if you got her into trouble.”

“I’m not trying to get her into trouble Griffin. Hell, I let her eat me out at Wolf Calls. She’s insane but I’ll admit she puts on one hell of a show.”

“For everyone?”

“Full club. And yes, our illustrious Sheriff allowed it. I’m pretty certain he got some action too.”

“Wonderful! The old coot can even get it up is pretty respectable. Roland is tough, I’ll give him that.”

“I’ve learned to never underestimate Roland. I’m hearing rumors that he wants her to come back for a second show. I guess sweet little Stacy is a desired commodity.”

“What do you expect? Even I know how hot my sister is.” He recalled having sex on webcam with her. The thought made him growl as a waitress approached to save him.

“Coffee?” The waitress was young and a stunner herself. The tiny blond smiled at his reaction to her. Then it dawned on her exactly who he was. “I know you. You were the Police Officer that broke up that outdoor sexhibition at the hotel.”

“You were there?”

Her eyes flared up as she grew hesitant to indulge too much information. “Maaaaybe.”

“No coffee.” He scowled! “Glass of OJ.”

“On its way.” She batted her eyes then immediately regretted it as Pepper hissed.

“Easy Beaver! She’s young and doesn’t know better.”

“Is she even out of high school?” The Cheyenne beauty rolled her eyes then slyly reached across the table to place both of her hands on his. He eyed her boldness with a sneer but did not pull away.

“Getting a little close there, Pepper. Back it up.”

“I don’t want to. If I’m backing it up it’s going to be my ass against your hard Apache cock.” She flirted almost demonically. He recalled all of the years he dated her and the insanely passionate sex they shared together. Ofttimes graciously outrageous in front of dozens of voyeurs. She was pretty intense. She just got a little too possessive when he wanted to join the military. She wanted to be an Army wife. He didn’t need the baggage.

“Here’s your OJ.” The blond rested the glass on a napkin. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Not now Dear.” Pepper felt threatened.

“Oh, I’m sorry is this your wife?”

“If he asked me, I’d say yes.” Pepper beat him to the answer.

“Not even close. What’s your question, Amber?” He read the girls nametag allowing him a good look at her enormous cleavage. No bra beneath her white blouse was pretty bold in itself for a family restaurant.

“Did you know the girl that was having sex outside on that SUV? I’d love to know where to find her.”

“Try her online under the name ApacheSlut. All one word.” Pepper rolled her eyes. “She could become your new best friend.”

“Knock it off Beaver.”

“Beaver.” Amber snickered!

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! I have a beaver too.” The girl giggled then decided to take her leave before her snide humor got her into trouble.

“Cute kid! Ballsy!” Griffin admired the girl’s long legs as she refilled coffee at one of her tables. Short skirt added to her tips that was for certain. Obviously, the manager didn’t object.

“Your new favorite Pancake House?”

“If I want pancakes that’s my choice. You can remove your hands now.”

“Alright! I’ll remove my hands.” She winked and sat back, hands now in her lap. As he sipped his OJ he discovered a new nuisance. Her shoeless toes were now teasing his crotch. Wearing sweats, it was impossible not to display an easy erection under the right circumstances. No underwear did not help. Snarling he let her continue to taunt him. Her hands in her lap made him even more curious. “There’s the Griffin Puma I used to know.” She noted his demeanor. “You used to love watching me masturbate. Yes, my fingers are under my mini skirt. I left my panties at home for Newton to wallow in.”

Resting back in his bench he merely eyed her and slowly drank his juice. Her tender stroking foot had already produced a monster. What he wasn’t aware of was Pepper only using one hand to touch herself. Her opposite hand was deviously recording her massage with her cellphone, visually and audibly. That alone could not be good for Griffin.

“Bigger than I recall. I must be doing something right.”

“I always did enjoy your foot jobs.” He sighed staring her down.

“Let him out to breath and I’ll get you off right here at our booth. You can paint my toenails white.”

“Tempting! Won’t Redmane wonder where you disappeared too way down here in Denver?”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

Her toes trailed up and down the contours of his beast. It was mighty indeed. As she did he noticed the waitress Amber admiring Pepper’s footsy work. The girl was certainly fascinated by her efforts. Smiling at Griffin she nibbled her lips and flutters her fingers at him. His thoughts were more for Amber than Pepper, the girl seemed to like the show. Maybe that was why she was interested in Stacy. A voyeur at heart. Smirking, he took a very deadly risk considering his career. He reaches down under the table and tugs his sweats lower in front until his cock popped out wagging. Pepper’s eyes flared as her bare foot caressed his fleshy girth. That resulted in kicking her pumps off to better enable her mischief.

“That’s my, Warrior Brave.”

He rested back comfortably as both of her feet rolled up and down the sides of his cock. He couldn’t get any harder. In response Pepper increased her own stimulation, her clit giving her goosebumps with every bit of friction upon it. Her own demeanor quickly changed to a soft whimper.

“Keep it down, Beaver.”

“Keep it up, Puma.”

Amber had to retrieve an order from the cook but swiftly returned to watch from Pepper’s blind spot. Griffin took turns staring emotionlessly at Pepper then alluringly at Amber. The second Pepper closed her eyes at her own brewing climax Griffin glared at Amber and silently mouthed the words, “You want this?” Amber shivered at his offer daring to nod affirmatively at him. He winked at her making her spill coffee on a table.

“How are you feeling over there, Beaver?”

“I miss you inside me Griffin.” She moaned lightly. “Old times need to be rekindled.”

“Knuckle the Beaver.” He grew aggressive in his darkening tone.

“God yes! I’ll fist myself for you if you order me to.”

“Build a dam you, fucking slut.” He whispered! “Beaver Dam!”

“I love you, Griffin. Anything for you.” Her filming became tediously awkward between her foot motions and her need to burrow more fingers inside herself. Amazing even her own self she managed four fingers and the beginning of her thumbnail. Digging deeper through her drenched labia she had to drop one foot. Griffin clutched her other foot and held it firmly against his dick.

“I want to cum for you, Griffin.” Pepper stuttered a bit.

Amber lurking with her own desires decided to make a stealth move. The blond stepped toward the men’s room and leaned against the door. Griffin could see her perfectly. Waiting for only his eyes, the girl lifted her skirt in front and showed him that even she was going commando. A perfectly shaven young pussy was begging for attention. With alluring eyes, she pushed the door open with her back and curled an index finger toward him. Disappearing into the restroom entirely she could only hope another guy didn’t barge in first.

Patting Pepper’s toes Griffin leaned forward putting his dick away. “You keep knuckling that, Beaver. I gotta piss like a racehorse. If I don’t hear you moaning from the john you can head back to the Rez crying. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Griffin. I’ll scream at the top of my lungs.”

“That’s the Beaver I recall.” He winked and stood up to walk away, her voice moaning louder as he took each step. He had to chuckle at a couple of guys eating breakfast. In passing he offered insight. “She always gets this way when it’s all you can eat.” Their reaction was priceless as he hit the bathroom door.

Entering swiftly, he found the blond risking everything, totally nude and rubbing herself. In a brusque manner he grabbed her by the hips and rushed her backwards against the restroom door to keep it barred. Shirt up over his head and sweats lowered to his ankles he hoisted her higher to guide his beast up inside her sweet young cunt. It never once dawned on him her true age. Luckily for him the girl was eighteen if not barely. His hormones led him into a frenzy.

Fucking her gave her all sorts of energetic moves. She dug nails at his shoulders which made him wince. His hand gripped her throat as he snarled like the big cat he was named after. Eyes meeting he made it known that he was in charge. Amber nodded and took the rapid thrusts he offered. Her G-spot repeatedly struck like lightning with each passage through she moaned without concern. Yelping at his firepower Amber nearly drowned out poor Pepper who had kept her word. The Cheyenne was howling in her booth. He just prayed the owner, or the hostess didn’t call the cops and put his career in jeopardy. But damn this was too much fun. Two for the price of one. He liked this Pancake joint.

“Cum hard and I’ll give you that girls number.” He panted!

“Seriously?” Amber grew excited.

“LOUD!”

The dueling moaners clashed like a bad symphony. Amber begging him to fuck her harder. Pepper lost in herself awaiting her lover to return like old times joined in the careless concerto. The customers were eating it up. Even the cook who had just pinged his bell to let Amber know another order was up had to grin. He was an old Hispanic man who immediately knew it was Amber, there was no mistaking her voice. Holding his breath Paco Alvarez waited for it.

Counting in Spanish to ten just before Amber had a crazy orgasm. Griffin held out and pulled away. Lifting her chin he said, “555-7862.” Leaving the blond a hot mess he pulled his sweats up and stashed his beast away. Marching out of the bathroom, Griffin Puma nodded at the breakfast crowd like a bull. Stepping over to Pepper, she looked up at his return with a gaping mouth and shivering eyes. She was so very close to cumming excessively hard that her face was contorted. Gripping her by her long black hair he forcefully lured her from the booth and sat her up on the table. Lowering his sweats he took the worst risk of his life. He fucked Pepper Little Beaver right there on the table’s edge. The customers in awe of their bravado watched. Some were upset, most were appreciative. Not one called a cop. Not the hostess, not the cook, not the manager on duty. Reasons unknown it appeared everyone was subject to being freaks.

“Fuck me, Griffin.” Pepper lay back on the table knocking utensils off onto the floor.

“Shatter the windows you, fucking whore.” He bellowed! A number of ladies at booths fanned their features wishing it were they in Pepper’s position. The Apache was dreamy!

Her cries led to the loudest scream she had ever offered up. Gushing all around his cock it trickled down to the tile. He refused to let up until he had his own round of guttural snarls. Mistake or not, Griffin Puma flooded her pussy with scalding hot jizz. A deafening yelp that tensed her muscles up she came once more to applaud his gift. Strangely the customers began clapping. As Amber stepped out of the restroom, she spotted Paco winking at her. Grossed out by him she grabbed her food and took it to the proper table, forced to pass by Griffin’s thrashing hips. The customer grinned at her and ran his hand up her skirt to pat her ass. Still wet he had to laugh. She could only expect a huge tip.

Finishing with a lingered pose inside Pepper for show Griffin Puma pulled out and put his cock away wet. Stains immediately showed off his mistake. He didn’t care. Pulling Pepper upright he gripped her chin in his hand.

“Send me a wedding invite.”

Officer Puma left her grinning from ear to ear. She was even nice enough to leave Amber 30%. Smiling at the audience she headed for her Jeep while the getting was good. From behind her steering wheel, she played her cell recording back. She had captured just the right words and actions to make certain she had a fighting chance. Pepper wanted Griffin. Come hell or high water.

“I will be Mrs. Pepper Puma!”

Ten blocks away Stacy Puma was taking her morning shower outside her garage domicile. A cool morning made it even more exhilarating. Thoughts sparse as she woke up led to her dueling partner Jenna McKenna and the realization that her brother was her lookout, slash camera guy, for shows of her own. She fidgeted a bit knowing local competition was out there. The fact that Jenna was aware of Stacy made her wonder if it were she that gave her inspiration. Smirking at the girl’s ambitions Stacy considered something,

“Maybe I’ll be the Empress for the Cult of Puma Pussy.” As the hot water ceased, the chill destroyed her senses. Nipples trying to tear away from her flesh meant that they were sensitive. That led her to realize that this was probably her period getting ready to start. She was extremely irregular never knowing when the blood would flow. She could easily skip a month and not think about it. Of course, that could be a bad thing if she ever got knocked up. She really did need to enforce condoms more often. She just hated the feel of a covered-up cock. Her motto used to be “No teepee will ever shelter her Brave.” She had been lucky thus far, but the more guys pushed her limits, that luck would run out.