Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill Stacy Puma rounded her garage home.

Wearing overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors. 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 brothers 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 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.

"Just 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."

Bree casually met Stacy on the gravel driveway and looked her own. Even she considered Stacy a future model. Then she was reminded of the girls 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.

"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 eye brows 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.

"You two want kids?" Stacy groans. 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 fidgeted knowing just how she felt.

"Keep it down tonight. I'll be drunk and might throw beer bottles at the house." Stacy sheepishly smirks.

Bree found it amusing. Stacy was serious though.

Before any further discussion could make matters worse Stacy spots Xander's SUV, a green Pathfinder coming up the street.

"Here's my stagecoach. Time to ride. Hear ya later "B".

"Have a good time." Bree watches intently, "Oh, he's cute."

"Quit trying to steal my thunder." Stacy flips her off.

Opening his passenger front door Stacy climbs 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 admires.

"You too Pokiehontas."

"Racist much?" She frowns with squinted eyes.

"No more than you are." He drives on.

Steering around a corner he leers over, "Where we headed?"

"Somewhere where you will look out of place."

"Bowling Alley?" He chuckles.

"Nope. The Rez Paleface."

His eyes bulge, "Seriously? Trying to get me scalped?"

"You can borrow my hat to cover up the bald spot."

He shakes his head, "I'm gonna die."

"I'll protect you Pussy."

"Pussy? Look who's talking Puma. 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 raises her middle fingers and flips him off double barreled.

Amused he nods his smugness and accepts her humor, "It's Irish."

"You drink Irish Whiskey?"

"Bourbon. Weaned on it as a baby. Trust me I can hold my own."

"Bet I can drink you under the table." She smirks and teases his ear canal with her index finger. He swerves 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 winks.

He pauses 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 Apaches 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 giggles, "Not much there beside a couple bars, a grocery, 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 no where. 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 brothers the same way. He moved me in with him to get me out of Iron Wolf."

"Sounds like you love your Bro."

She pauses and hides her eyes looking out the window, "We understand each other."

"I have two brothers myself. Fergus and Donnie. Older than me."

"You don't sound Irish."

He glares at her with amusement, "What? 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 reaches over and squeezes the contour of his rather large cock through his jeans, "It's not hiding here."

"Says you. That there's a gold bar."

Laughter together made the long ride tolerable. Locating the tiny burg of Iron Wolf toward dusk Xander is led to a good sized bar. Rundown but a large number of pickup trucks and older model cars were parked.

"Wolf Calls?" He reads the neon sign, "Sounds like a strip club."

"Will be tonight." She offers him a sensuous grin.

"Okay? How are we pulling this off?"

"This ones easy. The Elders around here are horn dogs. They used to flirt with me all through high school. My Dad might even be here. 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?"

She laughs almost choking, "Well yeah! All my life."

She gets out of the SUV and walks to the front grill of the vehicle. Throwing her arms up with an expectant look he shakes his head and gets out, grabbing his own laptop case and bag. Stopping in front of her he had to ask.

"I have 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 fidgets, "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 chuckles.

"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 every crossed his face it must have been as a baby.

"Virgil!" Stacy throws 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 swinging her around. Her cowboy hat nearly fell off. With a kiss to his cheek he lowers her to the ground.

"What brings you home Pretty Puma?" He offers in a grimace.

"Felt like visiting. Ignore the Whiteman. He's usually not so pale."

Virgil glares at Xander then points at his bag.

"What you carrying?"

Stacy plants a hand on his chest, "Remember when you used to come over to our house with Griffin?"

His eyes light up, "I do."

"Well tonight you get to see me dance naked like old times."

"In the tavern?" He squints.

"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 looks back at Xander, "Roland owns the bar. He's like sixty. Loves my sweet tight buns."

Xander swallows dryly, "Who doesn't?"

Virgil steps up to him with an intimidating stare. He could feel his exhales across his face.

"You calling Stacy a slut?"

"Umm! Her online name is ApacheSlut." He barely recites.

The stare grew grimmer. Then just like that Virgil grinned, "Yeah, she is a slut. A hot one at that."

"Awww! I loves you too Virgil." Stacy hugs him from the side.

Virgil pats her arm with respect, "Go on in. Lapdance later?"

"Only if you drop your drawers like a warrior."

"You know I will."

Stepping aside he allows Xander past. Following Stacy into the bar 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. Tossing her hands in the air she howls 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 bolts between two men standing at the bar drinking. She literally uses them as human ladders to launch herself on to the bar top. From her knees she throws herself down into Roland Moody's awaiting arms. He nearly fell over but smiled like never before. His hand rubbing her back beneath her loose shirt. Only around her tits was the shirt maintained from falling away. Xander could see the man's hand sliding all the way up to her neck. Obviously they were close. Like a Grandfatherly bond.

Stacy is released and sits on the bar to drape her legs in front of the portly old man.

"I hear you missed me." She winks at him, her palms on the bar.

"About time you came around. I'm not getting any younger. How's your brother?"

"He's Griffin." She fidgets. Just talking about her brother made her tense.

"Heard he became a Cop." He shuffles closer between her legs and plants his palms on her upper thighs, rubbing them from knee to crotch. His thumbs easing into hostile territory.

"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 chuckles.

Xander eased to the bar and observes 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 steps closer leaning his back on the bar, "You Pumas Man?"

Xander swallowed dryly but put on a good façade, "Friend. Bodyguard."

Looking him over for his size the Apache resident nods, "Bodyguard maybe. You look strong for a Whiteman. Friend? Don't see it."

Not to be intimidated Xander shrugs, "Am what I am. Buy you a beer?"

Puckering the man accepts through a respectful nod. It was free.

A waitress approached from the far end of the bar. She looked to be 40. Definitely Apaches. Huge breasts with massive cleavage. Bead bracelets around her wrists.

"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.

Edie Jasper returned with three bottles. Noting the two patrons she knew as Fred and Joseph. Handing them their beers first she slides 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 tip."

Edie rolls her eyes, "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 calls out, "Chill Edie. The man likes digging up Boners."

Xander tilts his gaze, "Seriously? You too?"

Everyone grew silent at his outburst. Xander looked about him and lifts his beer. As soon as he had everyone's attention he belts out a deafening wolf call. To his shock the room joined him for his standing his ground.

Stacy howled her own call and pointed at Xander laughing. He 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 He and Joseph shot the shit for the next twenty minutes.

Stacy remained with Roland the majority of that time. His hands never left her legs. She talked her legs off so to speak. Going so far as to fan her legs wider to display her cameltoe through her white jeans. Roland's thumbs moved within an inch either direction of it but respected her enough to never press in too dead center.

"Your White man has a warrior soul." Roland stares at her eyes.

"Does he? All I see is a guy lusting over me. Oh wait. That's you." She giggles.

"As playful as ever. What brings you here?"

"Spirits. I need to raise some. Can I go wild in the bar Roland?"

"Pumas and Wolves are enemies. How do you plan to make them get along?"

"Charm the fur off them. Guarantee some tail wagging by dawn."

"Good thing for you I'm the Sheriff of Iron Wolf."

"Awoooo!" She whispers another wolf call toward him. The elder chuckles and squeezes her legs tightly.

"Give me a kiss Young one."

She leans forward and palms the man's cheeks and shares a steamy kiss. Two minutes later the kiss breaks and Roland pats her thighs.

"Tame the wolves." He spoke directly.

"Let me get set up. I do webcam shows for money. I'll be sure to keep your face out of it. You being 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 winks.

"You have not changed."

"Never will. Help me down Chief."

Not insulted by her in the least he guides her to the floor behind the bar and watches 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 interrupts 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 plants his bottle between her breasts and she crushes her chest around it to hold the bottle firm. He then hugged her even tighter. The laughter left Xander shaking his head.

Shivering Stacy felt Joseph retrieve his body pulling it slowly through her tits compression,.

"Cold. Cold. Cold." She giggled.

Xander lifts his own bottle toward her playfully, "Who do you think you are? The only thing going between the ladies is something long, tall, and warm. He can get away with that. Not you White Man."

"Does this always have to come down to racist slurs? Do you hear me call you Squaw?" He looked frustrated, "Or, hey, want to smoke my peace pipe?"

She rolls her eyes, "You worry too much. Say what you want. These good people only look offended. Isn't that right, Shitting Bull?" She pats Joseph on the chest.

"Not offended."

Xander narrows his eyes, "So I can call you, "Panther in Heat?"

Joseph nods, "It's true."

Stacy puckers in thought, "Yes it is. Fire up the laptop Cactus Lilly."

In response Xander winces, "Is that my Indian name?"

"Native American. No, I chose the name because you're white and a prick."

Xander sighs, "And, the claws come out."

He turns away and unpacks his laptop and lengthy webcam cord. Once on the bar she hops on a barstool to set up her room. The lonely perverts were out in force tonight. Greeting over thirty entrants she let them view her sitting in the bar. Scanning the webcam out toward the packed tavern. A shot of the dance floor. Jukebox. Even a mechanical bull.

"Can everyone hear me?" She makes certain. The viewers replied with enthusiasm.

Stacy motions to Joseph to join her. He leans in front of the webcam as she lets him in on his job for the night.

"Okay Everyone. This is Joseph. He is going to call out anything that your fantasies want to see. So that I don't have to come back every single time to read your messages or hear your requests. Tonight is going to be expensive. I promise to give you your moneys worth. Okay?" She blows a kiss toward them.

Music began to play for the first time since their arrival. She could barely hear people.

"It's loud in here so you all have to type messages. If my payment counter reaches $500.00 there will be nothing I will deny you guys. The show will last as long as money keeps entering the account. So, be generous and so will I."

Joseph chuckles, "$1,000.00 I'll bring in the Donkey."

Stacy smacks his arm laughing, "No Donkey. Don't listen to him."

Xander stood aside amused by their chemistry. This woman was stealing his heart. Yet, he knew it would never work. She was too wild to ever settle down with a future Archaeologist. He would settle for the here and now.

"Accounts open Guys. Pay up I'll play up."

Her online App calculates the incoming currency and amazingly it reaches her goal in three minutes.

"You guys are amazing. That was the fastest cash advance so far. You must really want me." She winks as Edie the bartender/waitress brings over shots of Bourbon. Xander had ordered a round. Surprised by it Stacy looks toward Xander who decides to lean in front of the camera.

"Before every challenge you guys request she takes a shot of "Wild Turkey"."

Her jaw drops as he hands her a shot glass clinking it. She flips him off then downs the shot in one swallow. Her expression solid as if she had drank this her entire life. Smirking toward the camera she rolled her eyes while casting a thumb at Xander.

Xander joins her smirk cheek to cheek with Stacy. Toward her audience he winks, "Let's party."

After her password of OBEY ME SLUT is established between commands she steps from her seat and points at the camera, "Hit Me."

Her first OBEY ME SLUT pops up from a call sign of "DirtyBob". Reading it she gives him a thumbs up and turns to walk around. Dancing to the music she greets over a dozen standing men. Rubbing up on them with her backside taunting their crotches. The men loved her instantly. She would bend over wiggling her butt over their brewing erections. A couple of them dry humped her for effect. She giggled and opened her mouth as if in awe. Hands over her head she takes her cowboy hat off and places it atop her dance partner. He wore it grinning from ear to ear. She then nestled back against him and brought his hands up under her loose fitting blouse. She then left his hands to bring her own palms up over her head. The guy was told to help her out of her shirt. Jokingly he merely lifted his hands up through her shirt revealing his hands through the open shoulder. Her blouse was held up by her tits. His hands acting like they were talking to one another. Stacy had to laugh and laugh hard. It was hilarious. Finally he pinched her shirt from above and lifts it over her head and off of her arms.
Topless she pinched her nipples with a playful smile toward the webcam held steady by Xander. She then paraded to her next target. Lifting her left leg she let him unzip her suede fringe knee high boot. Removing it she left her sock on. Another man is encouraged to remove her right boot. Showing the camera her tits shaking freely she blows them a kiss and moves on.

With Joseph's help Xander carried his laptop and camera closer. Ever so slowly to avoid shaking the camera too much. He wanted a closer view of her striptease. Reaching a table with three men and a woman they make room for the laptop.

She swayed about giving them time to settle. Once noting stability she wiggles up to another standing participant and nestles her ass against his crotch. Taking his hands around her she locates his fingers over the snap of her jeans. He unbuttons them as she eyes the camera with lust. Once undone her zipper is lowered revealing her lower tummy. Still against him she places her hands along her hips and waddles her jeans down to her toes. Bending over until she could step out of them. Her bare ass rubbing over his crotch the entire time. She felt his hands roam her hips and the small of her back. Once out of her jeans she was totally nude. After a swift assist she pulls her suede boots back on as he held her hips. He didn't want her to lose balance. Nor leave his erection uncovered. Protecting her feet from any possibility of broken glass. Comfort zone needed.

Once naked Stacy dances about letting the men caress her all over. Squeezing her breasts. Kissing her nipples. It was all about the wolf calls. From every corner of the room the wolves howled their approval. Stacy Puma had to rub the wetness between her legs. Taunting men by planting her dampened fingertips into their mouths. It was erotic as hell.

Xander looks back at Joseph to type, "Next challenger" in the chatroom. Bartender Edie would bring her a shot of Bourbon as they waited.

Once his mission was over and he read OBEY ME SLUT he yells at Stacy.

"Guy wants you to bust out some big dicks and stroke them."

Stacy hears her command and again blows the camera her love. Prancing about in a spinning dance she reaches down and grabs the concealed erections of every guy standing there. To her shock more men moved in to enjoy the teasing. She was surrounded by twelve men waiting for her attentions. She guides them not to block the viewers from watching. One by one she unbuckled belts. Lowered zippers. Then moved to the next participant, leaving them to pull out their cocks on their own. Twelve cocks wagging became fourteen. She then made a swift dance to fan her fingers across every single cock ready and waiting. It was her way of offering them hope. Fluttering her fingers at her audience she returns to the men and one by one stroked their beasts while standing in front of them. Going so far as to crouch before a few and slowly grip their balls. Her eyes looking up at them with a needy expression.

While she greeted her fans Edie the waitress rolled up with a cart normally used for cleaning tables. She leans toward Xander and offers him a solution to his desire to capture a more intimate show for the viewers. With Joseph's help they moved the laptop on to the cart and rolled closer amongst her cadre of warriors. Awkwardly this allowed Xander to hold his webcam right over her face so that her audience could observe her emotions. Poising the camera to see her stroking each guy with devotion. Their erections of every size, shape, and tint. She would even cork screw their crowns to hear the men groan with desire.

Xander looks back at Joseph to type "Next challenge."

Stacy would down another shot of Bourbon.

The second OBEY ME SLUT pops up he recites their request.

"They want to see some blowjobs."

Stacy knew that was coming. Psyching herself out as she stroked their shafts tighter. It was distracting for everyone involved with Xander tailing her every move. But, the men wanted what she was granting so they overlooked it as best as he could.

Cam poised beside Stacy she fondles the cock in front of her and softly moves her right cheek to caress his girth across it. Flesh on flesh she could feel his throbbing blood flow. Eying the camera sensually with steamy big brown eyes she expresses her determination to make her audience jerk off in the distance over and over again.

Turning her attention to her mission at hand she plants her current targets beast directly over her face. Rolling his foreskin across her lips. Back and forth parting her lips each time. Leaning lower she nuzzles his balls, his cock on her forehead. Soft sensual pecks kissed his scrotum before her tongue molds across his fullness. With one mighty departure her tongue slid all the way up his cock until she reached the top. With a stunning gaze that Xander had to capture from above her she compressed her lips around his crown and inch by inch swallowed his seven inch monster. Offering five dedicated thrusts to her throat she kisses his crown and crawls to his neighbor. Cock after cock met her mouth with eagerness. She would even just sit there with her mouth wide and let the man himself guide it in and fuck her face slowly.

Fourteen cocks became twenty two.

Her time on the clock was running out. Joseph's friend Fred had monitored her cellphone timer. Showing it to Xander he tapped his wrist to inform her. She was lost in giving head but took a breath to tell him, "Fill the piggy bank."

Xander motioned to Fred to replace him holding the camera, taking the cell from him. He then shows the camera her timer running out in three minutes. From there he stepped to the laptop and typed.

"Another hour is $500.00 more. Everyone in?"

The bank account filled up faster than Stacy's throat. Xander was blown away. Typing "Thanks Fellas. Next challenge?"

An immediate OBEY ME SLUT pings in.

Joseph looked over Xander's shoulder then called out, "Let the guys fuck your face harder."

Stacy had her mouth full at the time then stopped to reach her hands up toward her host. Placing his hands on the back of her head she moved her own hands behind her back holding them there by the wrist. Almost as if their prisoner. She didn't want to interfere with the man's fun.

With a rallying wolf call at the top of his lungs he force fucked her face roughly for ten whole thrusts before releasing her. She shuffled on her knees to her next target. Fred panned the camera to capture his mad thrusts into her jaw. His balls slapping her chin loudly. Stacy's nose and eyes began to water. She did her best to give her audience a sense of her control loss. Something she hated losing. Yet, knew it was just for the show itself.

Ten more cocks destroyed her throat. Each one pulling out in a web of her built up saliva. Finally she had to rest. Kneeling sheepishly for the camera she licks her lips.

"Next command?" Joseph types. This time Bartender Edie brought her two shots of Bourbon. Laughing she downed them and wiped her mouth on her arm. That was five shots. It was going to her head slowly.

Her next OBEY ME SLUT requested that she works the room.

"This guy wants you to work the bar. Break out every dick in here."

Smiling with a look of "Oh boy!" Stacy stands up and curls her finger for Fred to follow her with the camera. Her wiggling ass leads him to the table they had placed the laptop earlier. Crouching in front of a seated man he turns in his chair and lets her unzip his fly. Dragging his cock out she strokes his five incher then swallows it for a simple five thrusts. She then moves to the man next to him and does the same. Guys all around the room still had their hands jerking as they watched her. Fred took a moment to establish their behavior in a quick scan of the bar. Even in areas that she hadn't visited were pulling dicks out into the open.

Xander realized that too. A mental count led him to conclude forty guys were palming themselves. He was blown away by what this girl was doing. Creating a mass frenzy of testosterone.

After all three men Stacy reached the lone woman at the table. Looking up at her she recognized her immediately.

"Hey Pepper." The woman was in her early 30's. She used to date Griffin years ago. Pepper herself wasn't Apache. She was Cheyenne living among them. Home sweet home.

"Crazy bitch." Pepper sneered then stood up lifting her skirt and peeling her black thong aside revealing a stunning pussy shrouded by thick black hair. Cart rolled closer Fred followed her with the camera. Seeing Pepper reveal her cunt he looked back at Joseph and Xander. Everyone wanted to see what happened next.

"Crazy like a fox. You know what they say when we get cornered." Stacy winked.

"Attack?"

Stacy took a deep breath and stormed in. Her mouth lowered to eat at Pepper's pussy. Tugging her labia ferociously. Inserting two fingers up inside the woman. Gasping at Stacy's feeding frenzy Pepper nearly fell over. Three minutes later Stacy bit the woman's clit and nudged herself away. Moving on Stacy stands up and slaps Pepper on the ass. That was over and done. The Cheyenne beauty was pulled into her man's lap as they laughed.

Prancing about Stacy would give lap dances and let the men paw her up. Even those with their dicks out and pointing toward the sky. Her hand would at least stroke them for a few moments. If straddling them face to face her pussy would press their cocks forward and she would roll her labia over it to get them riled up. Wolf calls every time.

Men would suck on her nipples. Occasionally allowing two mouths to feed on her breasts at once. Each time eying the webcam with lust and sensuality. The Bourbon was kicking in hard. She was getting sloppy in her steps. Xander monitored her movements but let her carry on.

Even though a "Next challenge" wasn't asked for Joseph heard a ping. This persons OBEY ME SLUT was easier than most.

"Ride the Bull." He yells out.

Wolf calls howled in force as Stacy crawled from a lap and shuffled along toward the padded flooring around the Electronic Bull. Guys had to help her up into the saddle. She was feeling really good. The man who had held her cowboy hat returns it for her to wear. She puts it on the wolf calls at the top of her longs.

Before anyone could start the bull Xander raced to her side leaving Joseph and Fred to run the camera and laptop. To everyones shock especially Stacy's Xander stripped out of his clothes and stood proud. His nine inch behemoth cock dangling full strength and impressive. Every woman in the bar let out their own wolf calls as support. Beating his chest Xander crawls up behind the laughing Apache Princess and feels his cock slide up her spine as he moved as close as possible to her.

"Watch that Sequoia back there. I haven't driven you insane enough yet."

Before they could ride Edie moves in with two more shots. This wasn't Bourbon. Regardless they downed it with nasty expressions thereafter.

"What the fuck was that?" Xander coughs.

"Peyote." Edie chuckles, "Have fun Paleface."

Stacy leers over her shoulder, "Ohh, hell. Insanity here you come."

Xander winced. With a deafening howl he yells, "Let's do this."

The bull begins bucking faster and faster. They held on tightly. Laughing with each toss about. Stacy waves her hand to slow it down. Once the bull barely moves she does her best to turn her body around. She needed help. Once in position she scooted so close to Xander his balls smashed up within her labia. Her hands grip his pop can sized girth. He looked into her eyes and saw hearts popping all around him. Stacy stuck her tongue.

"Hold on tight." She winked.

The bull increased its bucking throwing them about. He held on for both of them as she stroked his cock. It was difficult but Stacy was on a mission. Every time they nearly fell off the bull slowed up to give them a chance to get ready again. Her hands jerked him off rapidly while it slowed. Once it bucked harder it was a tug and hold on for dear life situation.

Wolf calls stormed the room non stop.

In five minutes time Xander Coyne handed Stacy another shot. Not Bourbon. Not Peyote. More cum than she had ever seen. Torpedo after torpedo fired between them. Coating both of their stomachs. Including Stacy's underside of her tits.

The crowd went insane. Dicks were firing all around the room. Pepper the Cheyenne beauty fucked her Man at the table.

Cock after cock shot to wolf calls.

Exhausted Xander slid off on to the mats below. His head was spinning. The neon lights around him moving.

Stacy held on better and let guys help her to the mat. Stepping over Xander she leaves him to his psychedelic pay off.

Stumbling to her webcam she noted her audiences response. However their time ran out. Alcohol and the Peyote were making her eyes blur out. She blew kisses and said goodbye. Telling them to look for her soon.

Once the laptop is closed it was show over.

Patting Joseph and Fred on their cheeks she slurs her words.

"Carry this slut over to Roland."

The two men pick her up and haul her to the bar where Roland sat. His favorite chair behind the bar. Hoisting her to sit on the bar top she manages to turn herself around dangling her legs over the edge as she had earlier. Pointing at him groggily Stacy chuckles.

"Told you I would be back." She gives him two thumbs up.

Roland Moody stood from his chair and moved between her legs. Rubbing them as before. Grimacing at cum droplets all over her he reached for a bar towel and wiped her clean. Stacy rolled some cum on her fingers and tasted it, licking her hand.

"The Paleface tastes good." She giggles.

Once cleaned up Roland returned his hands to her thighs.

"Our Fore Fathers would be firing arrows into the sky."

She reaches to her inner thigh pointing at her triangular pubes, "I have an arrowhead. I just need an arrow."

Her pouty tone baby like under the influence of the booze and drug. Roland squinted at her beauty. Her eyes dancing. Beguiling.

His thumbs moved between her legs as she watched his face. Her right hand reaching out to palm his cheek.

"I love my Godfather."

"I love you too, Goddaughter."

Her vision dims and she whimpers, "Who's idea was it for the Peyote?"

"Mine! Rest well."

His thumbs bury inside her pussy forcing her to slip back at the sensation. On her back atop the bar she leans her head over the other side. Joseph and Fred stood there waiting. Her hands reaching out to clutch their shirts.

"I love you guys too." She huffs barely conscious.

Roland waited until she went totally limp before removing his thumbs.

"Bring her into the back room."

Roland Moody was the Law.

Xander Coyne was still laying on the mat at the base of the bull. His body was numb. He remained there twitching and freaking out at the lights. Uncaring as time ticked away. The ceiling was beautiful. Like an etch a sketch squiggling about. It was certainly entertaining. Who knew rafters could move like that.

After closing time he was still there. Having been touched and caressed against his will by numerous women. Young and old. Their laughter making he himself giggle like a girl. Strangely enough he got more aroused by the elder women. Missing teeth were cool. Why was he hearing drums beating? Was that his heart? Or, the Indian's serenading him?

His brain was fried.

"Night Cowboy."

Edie Beartooth knelt down patting his cheek. At least she covered him up.

The Indian print blanket was warm.

And, itchy. Eying his erection under the blanket laughing at his first thought.

"Is that a Teepee?"