Apache Puma
Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI
Episode 3: Ghostdancer
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 3: Ghostdancer - Stacy Puma was born Apache, mixed with African American. Bold, beautiful, ferocious, uncaring what others thought of her. Troubles holding jobs led her to cam shows. Breaking rules objecting to her exploits sent her out on her own. Public displays her meal ticket she dared herself to do the impossible. Oh, did the money roll in. BANK BABY! Making a name for herself there was nothing she would deny her viewers. The darker the challenge the hornier she got. Pay up bitches!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex White Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
After a second refreshing shower and a healthy charge to her dying cell Stacy was ready to hit the streets again, hopeful to drum up more viewership. While still plugged in she chose to call her new friend Xander Coyne back. Nearly disappointed at how many rings it took she was ready to hang up. A last-minute pickup he sounded winded.
“Hey what happened?” He answered with concern.
“Sorry Xy! Got a little tied up. Ready for those selfies I promised?” She got comfortable on her war-torn loveseat that had better days. Air drying nude as always, she saved on laundry by ignoring towels. Those could wait until the winter months. “I took a bunch of them.”
“You know I am.”
“Okay!” She chuckled at her dedicated assistant. “Sending the first three now.” Choosing the best of the actual photos she sat back awaiting a response. She could hear his surprise quite easily.
“You’ve been busy.”
“That be me. I’m a busy body.”
He sighed heavily into his cell speaker, “I might need to shed a few pounds. Or is that gallons?”
“I didn’t really go into that photo session expecting it to lead where it did. Once everyone got into it, so did I. I worship sex but it’s not all about that. You know?”
“Wait. You had sex with these people?”
She fidgeted then finally sighed. “Yeah. Don’t judge me. I’m a nympho.”
“It’s your life Stacy. I hope you understand that I should have been there just in case things went bad.”
“You’re my eyes not my bodyguard, Xy.” She could literally envision him roll his eyes. His breath gave him away. After a bit of silence Stacy took the time to share her video. Hoping that he got it all. She felt like bragging.
“Video? Oh, boy.” He laughed!
“Hey! Feel lucky. I charge everybody else for my webcam services.”
“This is going to take forever to download.” He admitted! “What do you have planned? The day is young.”
“Money talks! I want to put on another webcam show. But maybe not the library again. Too much too soon there. Variety is the ice they say. I don’t want cold shoulders by giving my supporters the same ole’, same ole’. Know what I mean?”
“There are other libraries in Denver. Heck, I’d be willing to drive you to Boulder or Colorado Springs. Just for the adventure.” She puckered her lips at the idea. Nodding that she would keep it in mind.
“Another time. Thanks for the offer. Earn my trust and we’ll see. Deal?”
“Deal. Video’s opening now. Sooner than I--” Xander became speechless.
“Lose your voice after going blind?”
“Didn’t see this coming. Putting you on speaker so I can watch this.””
She couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Me neither. I saw the others cumming later in the video though.” Hearing herself over the audio made Stacy reach down between her legs and lightly rub her clit. It was erotic listening to the moans and grunts around her. The people commenting over what they were witnessing. So hot!
“Mind if I jerk off to this?”
“Go for it. I’m touching myself too. Get noisy X.”
“You too, Catwoman.” She chuckled at her new nickname, respecting her true last name of Puma. It was cute. As the lengthy video progressed into full on sex Xander began groaning. “That dude is fucking the shit out of you.”
“I was there.” She giggled at his insight, fingers swirling within her trickling vulva.
“Love your facial expressions. I could watch just those and cum like hell.”
“So sweet! Maybe next time you can sit in front of me and watch me get fucked.”
“You would let me do that?”
“My pussy is so wet right now.” She whimpered knowing he would respond well.
“Yeah? My cock is battle ready.”
“How big is he?”
“Let me ask him.” He laughed! “He says he’s eight inches. Looks like nine though.”
“You’re so full of it.” She laughed rolling her eyes.
“Dead serious. I’ll shoot you a pic after I polish him off.”
“Okay! Hey, Xander? Don’t freak out but I’m going to play something for you. It makes me cum really hard.”
“Vibrator?”
“That too. But no. Get ready I’m putting the CD into my stereo now.”
“You still use CDs? Who does that?”
“Cheap ass me. I can’t afford Spotify. Wasting cell charge on music is a pain too. I use my iPod most days. Yes, I do download music from my brother. I’m cool if I’m using his power.” Stupid to say when her barn was on his bill too. She just tossed a few bucks here and there to look helpful. Awaiting her, Xander heard the distinct sound of a Tribal War Dance. Her native Apache nation pride, their drums and verses calling out to the spirits. Xander was lost for words.
“This is my culture. A Ghost Dance. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Really cool. Daaaamn! The guy filming you crawled under you and took video too?”
“Wasn’t that sexy? My tits bouncing all over the place and that other guy’s cock slamming hard inside my pussy. I love the video. I might sell it online as reward to good customer service. You know, like selling panties. I only own two pair or I’d sell those.”
“Me too. Love the video that is. I have a drawer full of underwear.” He chuckled! “You’re ready to climax in the video, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes. I’m a screamer when I’m really into it. Recall my war cry at the library, times ten.” Moving from her loveseat to her full-size bed she began rubbing her slickness. Which lead to fingers dipping inside. Falling back on her mattress she sat her cell aside for more freedom to play. Beside her bed on the floor was a shoebox containing her toys. Grabbing her dildo that she used at the library aka Spitting Bull and an already plugged in purple 16 Speed Vibrator that looked like a microphone she was ready for a warpath. Turning it onto her clit she revved it up. Both hands utilized she fucked herself with the dildo and reeled from the vibrations out of the wand. Combining that with the Ghost Dance she sang along with her forefathers. Stacy Puma cried out at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm immediate. She loved her toys.
“Christ! That was fast.” Xander sighed, escalating his own palm friction. He was nearing his own volcanic eruption. Falling limply Stacy Puma shut down her vibrator and let it topple to her beaver pelt blanket. It was folded over to her left letting the sheet capture her squirting fountain mere seconds ago.
“Almost there. Holy crap! These guys are going full on Bukkake on you. Damn this is sexy.” She smiled brightly, tongue between her perfect teeth as she listened to him. Reaching to her headboard to turn the volume down on her stereo so she could hear his finale, the dance could still be heard.
“Picturing yourself cumming on my face, Mister X?” She teased!
“Yes.” He strained to reply. Snarling loudly, he exploded all over his knuckles in the distance.
“Hey! Who’s the Puma here? You sounded like a big cat.”
“That was the most jizz I think I’ve ever shot. Mother fuck it’s all over.” She bit a nail listening at his final growls of release.
“Where are you right this second?” She had to know.
“Outdoor café, uptown. Stopped for a Cappuccino.”
Her eyes brightened up at first the taste of her wet fingers then at his current residence. “You jerked off at the Café?”
“Yeah. Sitting outside. Not many people here right now. It’s lunch hour after all. People aren’t here for coffee much at this time of day.”
“That’s so awesome. Stay there, I’ll get dressed and come to you. What’s the address?”
“Lonely Owl on Blake Street. Not sure the address number.”
“I know where that is at. Give me an hour to catch the bus. I’ll hurry.”
“You’re lucky I live off my college grant. I’ll be here watching your video. Hey? Bring your laptop. Free Wi-Fi.”
“Gotcha. See you soon.”
Hopping up she turned her stereo off but grabbed the CD to take with her to play on her laptop. She then rushed to her dresser for a clothing change. Donning a stretchy black miniskirt, she wiggled it upward onto her hips. It was low on her abdomen, high on her thighs. No panties she was defenseless. Stacy then located her favorite suede leather vest with an open front the two sides impossible to reach one another. Only two tiny laces held it closed at the belly button. She loved the fringe dangling. She might not be rich, but she knew sexy fashion. Lucky for her she found all the right bargains. The mix and match clothing was topped off by a golden-brown suede set of knee-high boots. Also, with fringe. Hair primped at she complimented her attire with a cute Eagle feather extension clipped to her hair. She was stunning.
Hurrying out the door with her bag full of toys and laptop she raced to the bus stop the next street over. Ten minutes of waiting she boarded the bus. She found a seat toward the back right across from a pair of Hispanic Hombres that weren’t shy about staring. She sat alone and shared a beguiling smile. They seemed harmless overall. Certainly not thug like. Tugging at her leather vest offered them a look at her breast profile, the twin laces tied loosely shared much. With so much bronzed flesh from neck to waist she drew a lot of attention. Even the bus driver boasted a woody after letting her enter. She felt generous.
“Very nice.” The charmer along the aisle grinned.
“I think so.” She smirked with an egotistical sneer.
“You have nice legs.” He expressed eying her bare kneecaps and the upper thighs that were exposed beyond her mini skirt’s hemline. Smugly she raised her skirt to expose even more skin, its stretchiness easy to manipulate. This made both men grin and rub their chins. She was amused by their simultaneous reaction.
“I should have shaved them.” She regreted feeling the less than smooth exterior.
“Never noticed.” The talkative one smirked.
“Could be worse. Razorblades before the blades if you get my drift.”
The ride led to more flirtations, but the bus was getting close to her street. Luckily, she didn’t need to transfer buses. With her stop closing in she removed her backpack from the seat beside her and patted the vacancy. The man on the aisle raised his brow and puckered. He soon moved over to sit next to her.
“My stops not far. I just wanted to share something with you. Leaning forward she dug into a side pocket producing a pen. Clicking it she took his hand and wrote ApacheSlut on his palm. He glareed at it with narrow eyes.
“What is this?”
“My online Yahoo ID. Look me up I’m on webcam a lot.”
He looked at her with surprise which turned into a shit eating gri. “I will look for you. My name is Carlos.”
“ApacheSlut. Nice to meet you, Carlos.” She winked again! This time taking his hand and placing it on her upper thigh. “See? Prickly.”
Chuckling with a vivid expression he then rubbed her thigh, moving up under her skirt. She graciously parted her legs for him to locate her pussy, his thumb rubbing her thinly shaven arrowhead shaped pubes. A fingertip grazeed her clit just as she sighed with a faint grimace.
“This is my stop. Unless you want to buy me a coffee?” He creased his brow with a disappointed look. Then he realized her offer. Looking at his wristwatch he noted his time. This led to a glance toward his friend. “Meet you at the Hacienda, Miguel?” His friend looked at him with hands held to his sides. He wanted to go along. As the bus pulled over Stacy stood up tossing her bag over her shoulder.
“Miguel can come along.”
She patted Carlos on the cheek. Both men followed her like lost puppies. Stepping down onto the curb Stacy walked ahead of them. Wiggling her ass like a runway model. A half a block down was the café where Xander sat waiting at a corner table. People were walking by but not in excess. It was obviously a quiet day. Just before reaching Xander, she turned to the Hispanic duo and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Okay! Just so you know I’m meeting a friend. That guy sitting alone behind me. I invited you because I think you’re both really cute. I’m going to put on a webcam show from that table. Willing to help me out?” Shocked, both men looked about for traffic and activity within the café itself. Carlos rubbing the back of his neck was curious but fearful just the same.
“Show?”
“I’m going to strip naked and masturbate. Watch me in person and it won’t cost you. I might even let you put that finger back where you hid it.” She playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Nodding, Carlos motioned for her to lead the way. Xander had noticed her arrival and was on edge by the two men trailing her. Not knowing if they were stalkers, he grew protective. As Stacy entered the fencing surrounding the array of empty tables, she greeted Xander by flipping him off.
“Is that a promise?” Xander grinned!
“Maybe. These are my new puppies Carlos and Miguel. They want to help me put on a webcam show.” Xander reluctantly nodded toward the two gents then motioned for them to take a seat. Trust was never an easy thing when around perfect strangers. Technically Stacy was a stranger too. For all he knew the Puma could trap and mug him, her strong-arm banditos behind her roughing him up.
Stacy swiftly claimed the tabletop with her bag. Pulling out her laptop and setting up, she plugged it into a power outlet offered by the café. Hiking her skirt up in back she then sat down in Xander’s lap to arrange her private chatroom set up. Wiggling her ass over a brewing erection she felt his hand graduate to her hip. The two men watched her with curiosity, her pussy winking at them, doubtful of her true intentions. They both felt like they were being played.
“Give me a minute. I have to set up a room for guys to view me and let them know I get paid to play for them.” She smileed sheepishly! “You’re too cute, Carlos.” Stressed or not he shook his head smiling at her compliment. Typing rapidly, she entered a local Colorado chatroom. Focusing on what people were saying she began talking to the room. Guys chomped at the bit to flirt with an ID called ApacheSlut. Ready she turned her laptop around to let her friends read the words she had written. “Who wants to see me on webcam?”
Everyone was begging to see her. Fourteen in total. Turning the computer toward her she activated the webcam. Foregoing her laptops built in camera she opted to use her portable version. On a lengthy cord she could move it in all angles. Once her audience entered her secluded room, she let them know immediately what her true intentions were. She pried her vest wide open and exposed her breasts, shaking them from side to side. Carlos and Miguel in front of her were impressed. Her tits were big and beautiful. Nipples perky and excited to be there.
Waving at her audience she hid her tits for the moment. It was then she thanked them for their compliments. Once established she typed her account number from her cell application. Giving guys a chance to stay and watch or abandon her, twelve stuck around as her terms were established.
“If my jackpot number reaches $300, I’ll do absolutely anything you guys want to see. But only if it does.” She showed them her cell as the money counter escalated. She also let Carlos and Miguel watch the amount grow. They understood things better now, their smiles proving they were getting more involved.
Toying with her audience she lifted the webcam up and introduced them to Xander behind her back. Then a swift survey of her surroundings including foot traffic, the circulation of cars in the street and the interior of the café through the large glass windows. There were two couples and a single guy sitting inside. One waitress cleaning a table and one man behind the counter. All looked busy and preoccupied.
Eying her cell the amount counter reached $265. She again showed the number at her webcam audience. Five minutes later she hit her goal. Excited, Stacy bounced in Xander’s lap. Thrilled she showed the final number. Typing her appreciation, she set out to grant their wishes.
“What do you want me to do?” She spoke loud enough for them to hear her. With the volume up they could all hear her audience. Suggestions became garbled due to the group all talking at once.
“Everyone has to slow down. I can only take one request at a time. First person to type OBEY ME SLUT, I’ll obey. Then the next round that person has to sit out and allow the next challenger.” A loud shrill ping she received her password.
“Go ahead, Luvshotties!” Her chat source called himself.
“Strip naked.”
She giggled then looked back at Xander. “Ready X?”
He grinned and felt his erection twitch beneath her ass. Nodding his approval, he leaned back in his seat and attempted to appear smug.
“Ready, Carlos? Miguel?” She reached to untie the thin laces holding her vest loosely at the tummy. Both men glued their gaze at her fingers. Untying them she fanned her vest wide offering a full-on view of her breasts. The viewers could see her nudity from the waist up. Looking around her for any unexpected guests she removed the vest entirely. Casting it at Miguel to hold. The guy had to chuckle.
“I’m going to leave my boots on Luvshotties. That alright with you?”
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