Apache Puma
Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI
Episode 5: Bourbon Cowboy
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 5: Bourbon Cowboy - 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
Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill, Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. She wore overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors embroidered into it. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples violently aroused by the movements against the material as she jiggled. That would be a constant. She adored her carefully selected wardrobe.
Around her neck she wore her rawhide choker with its turquoise cameo. A gift from her brother’s girlfriend, Bree Barrett. She was out to impress. On top of her head, she wore a cowboy hat of black bulls hide with a ring of serpentine leather. She couldn’t be any sexier.
Stepping toward the street she spots her future sister-in-law Bree rolling their garbage can to the curb. Bree herself wore a tight white wifebeater and blue jean shorts. Her own nipples stabbing at her senses. She felt sexy in her own way. Her curly red hair blowing in the breeze. Turning to see Stacy she whistled playfully, “Someone’s looking to get laid.”
Stacy walked toward her trying to keep her composure. She felt guilty over what she and her brother Griffin had done yesterday. It gave her a stabbing pit in her stomach to know incest was now dangling over her head like a pendulum. Wrong not just on a blood aspect but because now she was aware that Griffin was capable of cheating on Bree. Bree might be a pain in her ass, but Stacy did have a conscience. Not much of one mind you but still. So not telling her. Nope!
“Going out for a couple beers with a guy I met. Just friends. Not really my type but he’s cool.”
For once she left her laptop at home. Her friend Xander told her that he would bring his own setup. It was nice not having to lug her pack around. She smirked at her own thoughts.
“Maybe I should let guys be my pack mules from here on out. I do all the other work. Pamper the Puma motherfuckers. It’s my holes getting vioLAYted. AnnihiLAYted!”
Bree casually met Stacy on the gravel driveway and looked at her with admiration. Even she considered Stacy a future model. Then she was reminded of the girl’s attitude problems. No modelling agency in their right mind would put up with her.
“I hope we didn’t keep you up too late last night.” Bree blushed!
“Oh, I heard you kids. Believe you me.” Stacy grimaced. Stacy’s perverted ego just knew it was she that got Griffin worked up enough to take the remainder of his frustrations out on Bree. Wrong or not, Stacy knew her shit did not stink.
“Sorry. Your brother took me off guard. I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had. I don’t know what got him so worked up.”
Stacy hated herself but she had to be her usual bitch persona, “Whatever it was I’m sure it was inspirational.”
Bree flares her eyebrows smiling, “I don’t care what it was I just hope he keeps it up. You might end up being an aunt at this rate.” Hearing that made Stacy shiver. She knew she herself needed to get on birth control. Planned Parenthood here she comes. No insurance that was her only really source. Fuck Obamacare, or whatever they called it nowadays. Bidencare? Oh, wait! TrumpScare!”
“You two actually want kids?” Stacy groaned! She herself couldn’t deal with children.
“Someday. Not this soon in our relationship though.” Bree smiled from ear to ear recalling her amazing night with Griffin. Stacy however fidgeted knowing just how she felt. Wrong! SO WRONG!
“Keep it down tonight. I’ll be drunk and might throw beer bottles at the house.” Stacy sheepishly smirks. “Here’s to you BITCHES!!!” Bree found it amusing. Stacy was serious though. Before any further discussion could make matters worse Stacy spots Xander’s SUV, an olive-green Pathfinder coming up the street.
“Here’s my stagecoach. Time to ride. Hear you later, B.”
“Have a good time.” Bree watched intently! “Oh, he’s cute.”
“Quit trying to steal my thunder.” Stacy flipped her off. Not like Stacy didn’t steal Bree’s! Stupid cunt! Opening his passenger front door Stacy climbed in beside Xander. He was dressed up too. Wearing blue jeans, black cowboy shirt, and boots. A shiny belt buckle completed his stud outfit.
“Looking sharp, Shooter.” Stacy admired!
“You too, Pokiehontas.”
“Racist much?” She frowned with squinted eyes. She knew he referred to her stabbing nipples.
“No more than you are.” He drove on. Steering around a corner he looked over with curiosity. “Where exactly are we headed?”
“Somewhere where you will look out of place.”
“Bowling Alley?” He chuckled!
“Nope. The Rez, Paleface.”
“Seriously?” His eyeballs bulged! “Are you trying to get me scalped?”
“You can borrow my hat to cover up the bald spot.”
He shook his head and concluded his days were numbered. “I’m going to die.”
“I’ll protect you, Pussy.”
“Pussy? Look who’s talking Puma. I never told you, but I think your last name is hot as hell.”
“What’s your last name? Chickenfoot?”
“You’re a riot. It’s Coyne.”
“Coyne? As in flip a Coin?” She raised her middle fingers and flipped him off double barreled style.
Amused, he nodded with a hint of smugness and accepted her humor. “It’s Irish.”
“You drink Irish whiskey?”
“Bourbon. Weaned on it as a baby. Trust me, I can hold my own.”
“Good! Then I won’t have to hold it for you.” She made a jerking off hand gesture. “Bet I can drink you under the table.” She smirked while teasing his ear canal with her index finger. The rascally move resorted in prompting Xander to swerve in the street at her mischievous taunting.
“Keep it up we may never make it out of the city. Where is the Rez anyway?”
“I got gas money.” She winked as he paused to examine her state of mind. She appeared confident that he was under her spell. He was. Damn her!
“Where is this place?”
“It’s not really a Rez. I call it a Rez because I grew up there. A tiny population of Apache moved up here like fifty years ago from the Jicarilla tribe down south near the border. Little town called Iron Wolf. Population 600 maybe. Mostly elders and punk kids. I used to be one of those.” She giggled! “Not much there outside of a couple bars, a grocery store, a gas station, and a health clinic in a mobile home.”
“Wow! Never heard of it. How far out?”
“Hit the interstate South. It’s about 70 miles. Middle of nowhere. Scorpion, Rattlers, and awesome drugs.”
“Drugs? You do drugs?”
“Not often. I do smoke some weed and drop acid now and then. I like to party, but I keep it social. When I’m alone, I don’t do much. My parents were alcoholics. I never want to go there. I drink, I just cut myself off after a one-night binge. My brother is the same way. He moved me in with him to get me out of Iron Wolf.”
“Sounds like you love your Bro.”
She paused to hide her eyes while looking out the window. “We understand each other.”
“I have two brothers myself. Fergus and Donnie. Older than me.”
“You don’t sound Irish.”
“What?” He glared at her with amusement. “So, I should be wearing green and looking for four leaf clovers?”
“You drive a green SUV. That says it all.”
“You caught me. You’re welcome to frisk me for the pot of gold.”
“Well, I know one thing for certain.” She reached over and squeezed the contour of his rather large cock through his jeans. “It’s not hiding here.”
“Sez you! That there is a gold bar.” Laughing together made the long ride tolerable. Locating the tiny burg of Iron Wolf toward dusk Xander was led to a good-sized bar. Rundown but a large number of pickup trucks and older model cars were parked in the gravel lot. If the population was 600 then a hundred of them were here.
“Wolf Calls!” He read the neon sign. “Sounds like a strip club.”
“Will be tonight.” She offered him a sensuous grin.
“Okay? How are we pulling this off?”
“This one’s easy. The elders around here are horn dogs. They used to flirt with me all through high school, hell, grade school. My dad might even be here. I don’t see his truck though.”
“Wait! You’re going to strip even with your dad there if he shows up?”
“Sure. He knows what I’m like.”
“Hold on a second. Your dad has seen you naked?”
“Well, yeah! All my life. Patted my behind after powdering it as a baby.” She got out of the SUV and walked to the front grill of the vehicle. Throwing her arms up with an expectant look he shook his head and climbed out, grabbing his own laptop case and bag. Stopping in front of her he had to ask.
“I need to know. Don’t hate me for asking. Are we talking incest here?” She looked disappointed in Xander, but it wasn’t his curiosity that bothered her. The incest hit home with she and Griffin. Forming an answer she fidgeted. “Not with my dad. He just let me do what I pleased. My mom did too. I spent a lot of time nude at home.”
“And they didn’t give you hell for it?”
“Nope. Because I did all the chores while they got drunk. Closest incest with my dad was sitting in his lap. Which now that I think about it that was an uncomfortable chair.” She chuckled! “Lazy Boy!”
“Wow! I just don’t know what to make of you Puma.”
“Chill out X. Let’s just go inside, get drunk, and put on a webcam show. If I make enough money tonight, I’ll buy the house a shot.” He followed her in. Her white pants glowing in the dark. She did love her Ghost Dancing. He was rock hard even under stress.
At the door was a tall chubby Bouncer. He was roughly 35. Long black hair pinned back into a ponytail. If a smile had ever crossed his face it must have been as a baby. “Virgil!” Stacy threw her arms in the air shuffling toward the man. He glared at her and threw his arms around her picking her up off the ground to swing her around. Her cowboy hat nearly fell off in the whirlwind HOmance. With a kiss to his cheek, he lowered her to the ground.
“What brings you home, Pretty Puma?” He questioned with a suspicious grimace. “Miss us that much?”
“Felt like visiting. Oh! Ignore the goofy looking white man, he’s usually not so pale.” Virgil glared at Xander then pointed at his bag.
“What are you carrying?”
Stacy planted a hand on his chest and patted his pectorals. “Remember when you used to come over to our house with Griffin?”
His eyes lit up as he thought back to the good ole’ lays. “I do.”
“Well tonight you get to see me dance naked like old times.”
“In the tavern?” He squinted! “Busy night!”
“In the bar. On the bar. I do webcam shows for money. This gig could make me rich.”
“Roland will be happy to see you.”
“I hope so. I’ve missed the old man.” She glanced back at Xander to see how tense he appeared. “Roland owns the bar. He’s like sixty. Loves my sweet tight buns.”
Xander swallowed dryly then chuckled. “Who doesn’t?”
Virgil stepped up to him with an intimidating stare. He could feel his barbecue breath cross his face. “Are you calling Stacy a slut?”
“Umm! Her online name is ApacheSlut.” He barely recited!
The stare grew grimmer. Then just like that Virgil grinned. “Yeah, she is a slut. A hot one at that. Give me a lap dance before you head out.”
“Aw! I love you too, Virgil.” Stacy hugged him from the side.
Virgil patted her ass with respect. “Go on in. Don’t forget my lap dance.” He had to repeat himself to make certain she heard him the first time.
“Only if you drop your buckskin britches like a warrior.”
“You know I will. I will perform a rain dance on your ass.”
“I hear the thunder down under rumbling, Big Guy.”
Stepping aside Virgil allowed Xander past. Following Stacy into the tavern he realized he was the only white man in the bar. Silence trailed him like an unwanted friend. Stacy skipped amongst everyone leaving Xander alone to sense the tension. Tossing her hands in the air she howled like a wolf at the top of her lungs. The silence broke as everyone in the bar howled back and raised their drinks high toasting her.
Seeing Roland behind the bar Stacy forced her way between two men standing at the bar drinking. She literally used them as human ladders to launch herself up onto the bar top. From her knees she threw herself down into Roland Moody’s awaiting arms. He nearly fell over but smiled like never before. His hand rubbed her back beneath her loose shirt where only around her gorgeous titties the shirt maintained itself from falling away. Xander could see the man’s hand sliding all the way up to her neck. Obviously, they were close. Like a grandfather bond. Stacy was released and sat on the bar to drape her legs in front of the hefty old man.
“I hear you missed me, Shitting Bull.” She winked at him stretching back until her palms held the other side of the bar.
“About time you came around. I’m not getting any younger. How’s your brother?”
“He’s Griffin.” She fidgeted! Just talking about her brother made her tense.
“I heard he became a cop.” He shuffled closer between her legs nudging them wider so that he could be right up on her face to chest. Halting there he planted his palms on her upper thighs, rubbing them from knee to cameltoe as if straightening the garment for a tighter fit. She flipped her tongue out at him as his thumbs eased into hostile territory until one thumb rubbed her clit through the thin white fabric.
“Yeah! Seems to like it. He gets to put handcuffs on girls if they get rowdy. Guys’ too, but that’s another story.”
“Same old Griffin. He always did play rough.”
“Try living around him.” She chuckled! Xander easing up to the bar silently observed their interaction. The old man seemed awful hands on. What was worse is Stacy didn’t seem to mind. The two guys that she had used as ladders eyed Xander for his pack and laptop.
One of them stepped closer leaning his back on the bar with intimidation. “You, Puma’s Man?”
Xander swallowed dryly but put on a good façade. “Friend and bodyguard.”
Looking him over for his size the Apache resident nodded! “Bodyguard maybe. You look strong for a white man. Friend? Don’t see it.”
Not to be intimidated and look scared Xander shrugged! “Am what I am. Buy you a beer?” Puckering the man accepted through a respectful nod. It was free. Indians liked givers!
A waitress approached from the far end of the bar. She looked to be 40. Definitely Apache. Huge breasts expressing a massive cleavage was clearly arranged to accept tips and grips. Sweet bead bracelets around her wrists gave off a flirtatious vibe. Mainly because letters on certain beads spelled out the words Fuck and Me. Yep! She definitely wanted tips.
“Three beers for me and my two new friends here.” Xander recommended!
“If you say so. Draft or bottle?” She spoke!
“Be nice to my token white guy, Edie. He’s my ride home.” Stacy looked over while still being cozy with Roland. The man was certainly mesmerized by the girl, his hands now lifting her shirt to get a look at her perfect tits. “Mind your business, Roland.” She pinched her shirt higher and placed the hemline between her lips, so he had much easier access. Her tits were his business, her calling card.
Edie Beartooth went around the bar with Roland busy squeezing the Puma’s titties and returned from the beverage side of the bar with three bottles. Noting the two patrons she knew as Fred and Joseph; she handed them their beers first then she slid Xander’s bottle the final two feet toward him to catch. Xander in turn retrieved his wallet from his back pocket and paid the waitress. “Keep the change.”
Edie rolled her eyes at a dollar remaining. “Rather keep our land.”
Xander had heard enough. “Really? Do I look like the U.S. Government? I’m a freaking college student working on my Master’s in Archaeology.”
Stacy heard him raise his voice and smiled at his bravado. Feeling the need to keep him safe she called out. “Chill Edie. The man likes digging up Boners.”
Xander tilted his gaze with a frown. “Seriously? You too?”
Everyone grew silent at his outburst. Xander looked about him and lifted his beer. As soon as he had everyone’s attention, he belted out a deafening wolf call. To his shock the room joined him for standing his ground.
Stacy howled her own call and pointed at Xander with a thumb over her shoulder laughing. Roland was now sucking on her left nipple. Regardless, Xander stood smug as the man standing next to him clinked their bottles together.
“Welcome to sacred ground, Blood Brother.” Joseph chimed in!
“Glad to be here. Let’s get drunk.” While now making friends Xander, Fred, and Joseph shot the shit for the next twenty minutes.
Stacy remained with Roland the majority of that time. His hands and lips never left her body. She talked her legs off so to speak, going so far as to fan her legs wider to display her cameltoe through her white fabric. Roland’s thumbs moved within an inch to either direction of it but respected her enough to never press in too dead center to her vulva. Clit was close enough! Deciding it time to behave Roland left her nipple with a bite and tug.
“Your white man has a warrior soul.” Roland stared at her eyes.
“Does he? All I see is a guy lusting over me. Oh, wait! That’s you.”
“As playful as ever. What brings you here?”
“Spirits! I need to raise some. Can I go wild in the bar, Roland? Anything goes!”
“Pumas and Wolves are enemies. How do you plan to make them get along?”
“Charm the fur off them. I guarantee some tail wagging by dawn.”
“Good thing for you I’m the Sheriff of Iron Wolf.”
“Awoooo!” She whispered another wolf call toward him. The elder let out a chuckle as he squeezed her legs tightly.
“Give me a kiss young one.” Leaning forward she palmed the man’s cheeks and shared a steamy kiss. Two minutes later the kiss broke silence and Roland patted her thighs.
“Tame the wolves.” He spoke directly, a darkness now in his gaze. “Claw their eyes out.”
“Let me get set up. I do webcam shows for money. I’ll be sure to keep your face out of it, you the law and all.”
“You speak as if I am worried.”
“Okee, then! Bless you, Roland. I’ll be back on the bar just like this once I strip. Get those thumbs ready.” She winked! “Tongue too!”
“You have not changed.”
“Never will. Help me down, Geriatric Geronimo.”
Not insulted by her in the least Roland guided her to the floor behind the bar and watched her wiggle around it. He knew he would need a Viagra before the end of the night. As she rounded the bar, she giddily hugged every man she knew. Nearly everyone. Each of them copped a feel of her ass. The Braves were in the house. Reaching Xander and Joseph, Stacy interrupted them by hugging Joseph. “Thanks for the step up earlier.” Joseph Crawling Cub embraced her with respect. The type that she demanded.
“Here! Hold my beer.” Joseph planted his beer bottle up under her shirt between her breasts while she crushed her chest around in order to hold the bottle firmly. He then hugged her even tighter. The laughter left Xander shaking his head. Shivering, Stacy felt Joseph retrieve his bottle pulling it slowly through her tit’s compression.
“Cold! Cold! Cold!”
Xander lifted his own bottle toward her playfully. “Who do you think you are? The only thing going between the ladies is something long, tall, veiny and warm. He can get away with that. Not you, Paleface.”
“Does this always have to come down to racist slurs? Do you hear me calling you, Squaw?” He looked frustrated! “Or hey, want to smoke my peace pipe?”
“You worry too much.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Say what you want. These good people only look offended. Isn’t that right, Swatting Flies?” She patted Joseph on the chest.
“Not offended.”
Xander narrowed his eyes at Stacy. “So I can call you, Panther in Heat?”
Joseph nodded at her. “It’s true.”
“Yes, it is. Fire up the laptop, Cactus Lilly.”
“Is that my Indian name?”
“Native American! No, I chose the name because you’re white and a prick.”
“And the claws come out.”
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