Episode 17: PARDon ME!!!

Denver, Colorado! The retail outlet called Wrangler Gene’s! Cowboy Heaven!

“AND ... ACTION!”

Store manager Gene Jr. Jr. looked behind him at one of his friends and added fuel to the campfire over a new body in the fashion stable. “Well, looky here, our first customer. You’re a strapping young fella what’s your name son?”

“Son? I’m more than likely older than you.” The 6-foot 3 cowboy chuckled! “Name’s Daltry.”

“Howdoo, Daltry. What brings you to Wrangler Gene’s?”

“Big fan of the Puma. Miss Chesty is a might yummy too.”

“I’M YUMMY AS WELL!” Bree belted out with a wave. Daltry merely nodded her way. Poor Bree felt jilted by his reaction. “Well, Puma Pooey on you.”

“YES, YOU ARE.” 85-year-old Gene Senior surrounded her chest and fondled Bree’s perky titties. “Even if you do have small 32BooBree’s!” He slayed himself at her expense. Still, Bree’s pout became less disappointing over his enjoyment of them. As wrong as it was!

“SMALL?” Bree pouted and swatted his palms moving up underneath her bra for an even better feel.

“FOCUS CUNT.”

Stacy Puma belted out as her new bestie Amber Leigh West slapped the carpet giving up in their wrestling. Stacy licked the blondes face from chin to eyelashes just to be creative after sitting on Amber’s face. “Damn, I taste good.” Still sitting up on Amber’s side Stacy flexed her muscles for the movie cameras.

“Selfie Promotion!”

“So, Daltry, looking for anything in particular? Besides a Puma pelt for your mancave.”

Daltry rubbed his chin for a dramatic thought. “You sell lariats?”

“Do we sell lariats? Why yes, we do.” Gene Jr. Jr. grinned at the camera aiming to sell his best pitch. “Nothing but the finest, strongest, braided roping gear you can buy.”

A loop of tied rope swung in from behind Stacy surrounding her upper body and arms, tightening until she found herself trapped and snarling. A well staged scene coming out of Gene Jr. Jr.’s handbook caught the Puma off guard.

One of the other men cast a cheesy grin and forcefully drug Stacy from Amber’s body into an unexpected topple to her side. Swooping in the cowboy took the rest of the rope and bound Stacy’s feet together as if calf roping. Sure, her calves were encircled. Positioned just right Stacy was allowed to look up at her audience via webcam.

“Better get down here to Wrangler Gene’s before these ropes come off. I’m helpless to your intentions for a short time only.”

“COME ON DOWN.” Amber belted out wiping her face on her wrist laughing.

“COME ON IN.” Bree yelped! She found it funny too. Even with Gene Senior pinching her nipples. Bree had come to terms she was not escaping the situation without pissing Stacy off. Even being old as dirt Gene Senior was arousing her. Griffin who? The old cowpoke couldn’t go much further anyways, right? A very timid erection under her said she was safe. Unless he had a whole bottle of blue pills handy.

Ping after ping over Stacy’s laptop drew Bree back to reality. “Cheddarbelly424 says to Tie the blonde up too.”

Amber’s eyes bulged as the third burley cowboy moved in behind her to wrap her tight. Using lengths of the rope to encircle her tits in a looping figure eight they became tightly constricted and shiny. “Now this is puttin’ the ropin’ in gropin’.” He laughed at the camera then palmed Amber’s tits jiggling them about. Amber flared her eyes at Stacy who sneered at her playfully.

“Get into it, Skank.”

Feigning helplessness Amber called out as if a Southern Belle. “Mercy me! I have been appreHanded.” That busted everybody up. Her play on words was priceless. “Whoa is me.” Cameraman Joel Turtlebaum zoomed in on Amber’s act with eager anticipation of a furthered performance. She did not disappoint. “Do not hurt me or my Indian Squaw companion. We will do ANYTHING.”

“Squaw?” Stacy grimaced! “Oh, Bitch ... they’re the least of your worries.”

“Help me.” She pled to her assailant. Cowboy Garth as he was called pulled her to his chest and gripped Amber’s throat.

“You’re safe with me, Lil Lady. For a price.”

“Name that price.” She went on batting her eyelashes. Amber was getting into it. Being in an old High School version of Gone with the Wind helped. She was dead on Scarlett O’Hara.

“BJ’S!” Bree called out as the next ping begged OBEY ME SLUTS. Not just singular this time.

Stacy took to her task snapping her teeth and snarling toward her captor cowboy Trent. Almost afraid to reveal his penis for fear of losing it Trent Calhoun unzipped his fly and dropped a healthy seven-inch rodeo star onto Stacy’s face. Without blinking and in feral mode she rolled her face all over his beast before devouring it. Trent tilted his Stetson back grinned at both cameras.

“Look at that Feisty Puma. She’s one tough, She-Devil.”

As if trying to ruin his grin she sank her teeth into his girth for only a second then swallowed him whole. Seven inches in her throat was mighty impressive. To everyone’s amazement her lips even tried to consume a very full scrotum right along with that veiny bastard.

To her left Garth Haney unleashed his own stallion from the stable bestowing upon her a thick meaty seven of his own. Amber, seeing it bulged her eyes and yelped. “That is surely a hefty price.” Hearing pings going crazy Stacy squinted her eyes. Was this bitch competing with her for more money? It was her money though. Her chatroom, her cash. Keep ‘em pinging slut.

With a brutal act of gripping Amber by the back of her head, Trent guided her mouth toward his dick. Performing a flail of helplessness Amber took Trent deep inside her throat. Between the two naked beauties all trussed up in rope the duel was on.

Trent made certain her head was not going to abandon him anytime soon. Gripping her scalp snugly, he forced her to strain, gagging for the audience as well as Joel’s camera at hand. Garth pretty much did the same but found himself hesitant, Puma had that threatening vibe that kept him from being too rough.

Daltry, the boldest by far stripped down to his cowboy hat and boots. Muscles rippling at the camera he moved between the two hogtied beauties and crouched down, his dick dangling in a magnificent seven. Sevens all around. Using his hands as guns he smirked at the cameras and introduced two fingers each into the bent forward blonde, his other hand digging deep into the Puma.

The High Noon scenario was off to a fine start. The girls were in tune with everything going on, literally trying to grind up on his sunken digits for the best sensations they could find. An entire group of men wailed, “YEEEEEHAWWWW!” in unison.

Counter bound, Bree discovered Gene Sr. was never going to let up on her in her laptop prison. All she could do was wrestle with the old fart as best she could in his own groping. She tried not to be too vocal knowing the viewers could hear her every whine. Bree as troubling as this was, feared Stacy yelling at her for distracting her show. If it fit the act, she would be okay but anything that made her audience confused meant a bad show.

She knew that she shouldn’t be letting Gene Sr. get away with as much as he was due to her devotion to Stacy’s brother Griffin, the love of her life. Yet, giving up seemed to be her only solution. Let him get as handsy as he wanted. She told herself that just as his right hand slid up between her thighs.

A clenching of her milky white legs trapped his hand just as fingers found her clitoris. Even as Gene’s hand was locked tight, fingers were still trying hard. Her eyelids fluttering behind her Lone Ranger mask Bree began to rather enjoy those stimulating arthritic fingers. All she could do was pout and hold her breath, regardless of the loss in counting OBEY ME SLUTS. She was already over a dozen behind.

“Trickyfingers says NO MERCY!”

“I couldn’t agree more, Filly!” Gene Senior cackled and used his boots to hook Bree’s ankles. For an old codger he had strength enough to use his limbs to pry her legs wider. Whiney she accepted her fate as his fingers penetrated her vulva. Nearing a panic attack Bree fanned her features repeatedly even as her eyeballs rolled back into her brow.

The cowboys hearing Bree’s NO MERCY order used that to their advantages. Gripping the back of their heads Trent and Garth face-fucked the snot out of both girls. The rapid thrusting had both men straining and showing the camera just how good those gorgeous throats were. The sound effects alone encouraged them to disregard any sympathy. Give the customers what they paid for. Stacy was all in for that.

Within five minutes both Puma and Amber Leigh found massive loads filling their throats, bracing for further detonations. Offering expressions of passionate hunger they sucked those saddle horns dry until Trent and Garth drew back reclaiming their throbbing cocks. Thick, rich semen spilled from both girl’s lower lips.

Daltry standing between them chose a new tactic after pulling out sticky webbed fingers from overly juicy cunts. He literally lifted Amber up and placed her over Puma’s back. Amber’s legs not tied like Stacy’s gave him room to stretch her out better. With the blonde’s weight on her Stacy growled, “Diet much?”

“I love this.” Amber giggled as her hair blocked their faces from the cameras, “I didn’t know this would be so much fun. Thank you for bringing me along.”

“Shut the fuck up before I get emotional.”

“You show emotion? Noooooooooo!” Amber chuckled just as Daltry rammed his cock inside her cunt. “OH, SHIT!” That led to yelping excessively into Puma’s ear.

“Dammit, Skank! We’re going to have a blind cowboy and a deaf Indian, you keep that up.” Amber wasn’t sorry. After a good twelve thrusts Daltry pulled out, grinning up at Joel who repositioned, for the first time moving past the webcam. Now Stacy’s audience of twenty-eight viewers knew this was a porno being filmed too. Bree found the revelation to be a unified mass of requests. “HOW MUCH FOR COPIES OF YOUR PORNO?”

Hearing Bree whimper afterwards due to three fingers sinking further up into her, Stacy called out “$200 bucks.” As if she even had any copies yet. Joel Turtlebaum puckered at the possibilities. He could work with that between jobs. He had the tech. He had the ambition. He had the sexiest slut in Colorado.

“EVERYONE WANTS A COPY.” Bree bellowed then followed her echo with a shrill squeal, her trembling legs gave up and released Gene Sr.’s hand allowing him to finger her properly. She knew an orgasm was brewing on the horizon and just gave in. She would never hide this from Griffin and blame it on Stacy.

“That’s my girly.” Gene Sr. chuckled! Bree moaned a tad more than expected. “Ride Em’ Cowgirl! Let’s make ole’ Ginger Rogers jealous when Roy trips Trigger.”

Moving from Amber’s cunt, going lower and easily penetrating the Puma, Stacy enjoyed her own predicament. This reminded her subtly of the Rez and the bar Wolf Calls, where bondage gave her a sweet gangbang, even if she was high on peyote. Going back there for another show seemed perfect. She might even bring along the Turtle to film it. If her Godfather, the Sheriff and proprietor agreed. Money transactions would seal that deal.

Moving back and forth between the bound beauties Daltry Sumner ended his torment with a massive load all over both cunts. His cum trickled from Amber’s directly down to puddle up on Stacy’s. Joel caught every twitch, every droplet on film.

“WHAT’S NEXT RED RANGER?” Stacy huffed in her contortion. Bree however was lying back in Gene Sr.’s arms convulsing as a dedicated sensation stormed her senses. Without knowing, Stacy bellowed for an answer. “BREEEEEEEEEE!”

As soon as Stacy clammed up bitterly, she heard her future, possibly, sister-in-law have an eventful orgasm. Her online viewers wondering what was even going on, everyone seemed drawn toward them yet in shock. Especially Gene Jr. Jr! Who knew daddy had it in him.

Untying the girls the cowboy’s helped Amber up and let her regain her circulation. With only her feet untied Stacy leaped to her feet and marched directly over to her webcam and grinned. “Technical difficulties. Hold your horses Cowpokes.” Bound arms prevented Stacy from turning her webcam away so the second she left her spot that gave her peeps only Amber.

Feeling a boost of confidence, the blonde leaped up into cowboy Trent’s arms and wrapped her legs about his waist. He in turn chuckled and penetrated Amber for a standing tall sexual hoedown. Joel swiftly moved in to record Amber’s bottom where he could see actual thriving penetration on Trent’s part. In and out, in and out. His hands prying the girl’s cheeks wide for an extravagant view offered a sweet little pucker. This was her chance to shine.