Bum Pluck Yonder

Hearing a car pull up the long gravel lane, I frowned and went to the window. Living in the boondocks, I don’t have many visitors. Especially ones driving nice vehicles and, when I caught a glimpse of the driver, couldn’t help but think you must be lost!

Stepping onto my deck, I rapidly tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail. Since it reached my ass, I never bothered with the holders they sold at the local stores. I’d always enjoyed the simpler way of life, living off the grid and killing my own food. Grinning when he came to a stop, I went down the steps and called to the charismatic driver, “Hey there. You must be lost if you’re appearing in my driveway.”

I took in his shades, whiskered jaw line, and mustached lip while his head tipped and raised. I assumed his eyes drank in my long bare legs, rounded hips, pinched waist, and size-Cs. When he lowered the shades, lust-blown eyes stared at my face for a moment as dimples sprang onto his cheeks.

My stomach muscles tightened, holding my laughter inside, as he asked in a husky voice, “Are there any gas stations nearby? Possible bed and breakfasts or hotels around here?”

I shook my head, “Sweetie, you’re in the heart of Bum Fuck Yonder, Kentucky, and the residence of Bum Pluck Yonder. Nearest gas station is over forty miles away.” Leaning on his door, I checked his fuel gauge while displaying healthy cleavage, “Motel’s got bedbugs and is twenty miles past the fuel.” Seeing that his gauge vibrated a mere hair above the E, I offered, “If you’re the rugged sort and don’t faint at the sight of blood, you can bunk here until the station opens tomorrow.”

His eyes rose from my cleavage while his mustache twitched, “You’re single…yes?”

“I am without a man if that’s what you’re asking. But I have a couple of female roommates.” My eyes dragged over his muscular frame, hanging at his obvious hard cock, and grinned, “Are you hungry…Mr.…?”

“James…James Young but you can call me James. And you are?”

“About to rock your world. I’m Cheri…Cheri Split. Most call me Mistress but you can stick with Cheri.”

His eyes widened and I nodded, “That’s right, Sweetie. As in dominatrix. We got a submissive if you like that style too. Just don’t ask for vanilla around here and you’ll be fine. Ready to run yet?”

He boldly opened his door, making me grin, as he said, “I never liked that flavor either. I’m a mix and match sort or fellow myself.”

I laughed, “Ready for adventure, are you? Ever been on film?”

His eyebrows shot up, “No but I’m a photographer. Do you have any notable views worth shooting?”

I couldn’t help but laugh while thinking, Oh…we hit the mother lode!

“We most definitely do. One little thing you should know, though. We have limited electricity. Lights go out around eight o’clock in order to reserve the solar power. We also provide our own food. That means killing, skinning, and preparing it. Have you ever done anything like that before?”

He stared at me for a moment as if I’d lost my mind before the dimples slowly reappeared, “Self-sufficient…yes?”

“That we are.” He looked up at the cabin with appreciation. I knew what he was thinking; it looked as if we could afford electricity so why were we off the grid? Grinning, I motioned for him to follow me. Kandy Kane, the submissive one, was sitting at the table while the kinkiest one of the bunch, Reva Lation, was lounging on the sofa.

After quick introductions and watching him grin over their names, he asked as his gaze darted around, “What do you fine ladies do here?”

Kandy tilted her laptop to show him our home page and said, “We grant cyber fantasies and, for an extra fee, meet in person.”

His mustache twitched as heat flooded his eyes before he asked, “What types of fantasies?”

Reva purred, “Whatever the heart—or head—desires.” She stepped up and brazenly placed her hand over his crotch, “What’s your head desire?”

Without missing a beat and impressing me to no end, he said, “Whatever you can throw at it.”

Reva’s eyes widened as she dragged her hand up his chest, “Have you ever had your balls plucked?”

Confusion crossed his face. I reached over and grabbed my favorite whip, “This is my plucker. Can you guess why I call it that?”

He shook his head so I explained, “Because I can pluck the hairs off your balls with it.” Snapping it in the air, I proved my skills and made his eyes widen as he asked, “Men really want that?”

Grinning, I nodded, “Some love cock and ball torture. Just wait until you see my yonders.”

His eyebrow flew up as I walked past him on my way to my bedroom. Reva’s hand roamed over his shoulders, admiring muscles as she asked him about his travels. I retrieved my spiked boots, sliding them on and zipping them up before heading back into the room.

“…really have an agenda. Like today, I was just driving and let my instincts take me wherever. That’s how I found your beautiful cabin.”

At the click of my boots on the hardwood floor, he turned and said, “Whoa…those are—spikes!”

“They’ll send your mind over the edge and into the blue yonder.”

He laughed, “Aptly named but…no thanks.”

Seeing his cringe, I shrugged, “Some like gentle hurt but some need downright pain. That’s my game.”

Reva breathed in his ear, “That’s why our little slice of heaven is called Bum Pluck Yonder. Cheri can pluck and send you over yonder but Kandy and I enjoy a bum fuck and always leave room to ponder.”

I rolled my eyes, “I hate that rhyme.” Caressing my whip, I asked, “Have you ever had your ass whipped, James?”

Shaking his head, he said, “Not by a dominatrix. I’ve whipped a few asses in my time though.”

Kandy stood up, grinning as she sauntered over, “You can whip my ass any time you like.”

Growing hungry for more than food, I asked him, “Do you think you can take us all on?”

Reva and Kandy both whipped their eyes to me. It was a rare occasion that I invited anyone to join the three of us. He eyed my pluck and yonder before asking, “Will those be used?”

“If you don’t want to visit yonder, I can leave them off. The girls enjoy a good plucking though. It would be a shame not to witness their joyful writhe.”

He was obviously fantasizing about it as he asked, “Can I use your plucker on them?”

Stepping up to him, I said, “Prove to me that you’re worthy by shooting our meal tonight.”

With widening eyes, he asked, “With a camera…yes?”

“Um…with a gun—yes?”

He reluctantly asked, “What’s on the menu?”

“How are you at chocking the chicken?”

He barked a laugh before I explained, “Rather, ringing its neck.”

Nodding, he said, “I think I can handle that.”

“I’m sure you’ve handled it many times.” With that, I crooked my finger at him and led the way to our chicken house. Kandy collected some vegetables while I caged a chicken. When I turned back, he was snapping shots with his camera.

“Shall we trade? I’ll immortalize the image of you chocking a chicken. How’s that sound?”

Smirking, he handed me the small digital camera and grabbed the feathered neck. I asked, “Have you…?”

He snapped it, answering my question, before he asked, “Do you have an ax or am I to ring its neck?”

“Show us some wrist motion, Sweetie.”

He did as told, proving some rusty skills, but soon grabbed the chicken’s legs and traded me for the camera once again. I dipped my head, “Impressive. Now for the plucking.”

A peculiar expression crossed his face, making me grin as I clarified, “The chicken and then the whip.”

Shaking his head in amusement, he barked a laugh and followed me. Reva had fire blazing in the fire pit with a pot of water dangling over it. I immediately placed the chicken into the pot for a few minutes before lifting it back out. We settled around to tear the feathers away.

At first, he snapped a few shots of us before joining in. Reva changed the water in the pot, adding the chopped vegetables. In no time at all, we had cleaned and placed it into the pot. While we waited, I said, “You’ll see the difference between that store-bought crap they call chicken soup right away. Even if you were to buy the stuff from the store, those chickens are inferior to any home-farmed.” He took in the entire scene, glancing down the tree-lined lane as I said, “Tell us about yourself. What led you here?”

“I was heading from Devil’s Den and thought why not Kentucky next?”

“Did you actually get lost?”

He grinned, “No. I just expected a few more gas stations along the route I was taking.”

Nodding, Reva fussed over the chicken while telling him, “We’ve had quite a few people get lost and find their way here. Of course, depending on who it is…”

“…they might get more than they bargained for.” Kandy shot me a look before she stood to go inside for bowls and silverware.

To my surprise, he didn’t mention our country accents but I noticed he picked up a certain twang. When the meal was ready, we fell quiet and ate until he pointed to the pot, “You were correct. This is the best chicken soup I’ve ever had.”

He ate two bowls before sighing. At his sleepy attitude, I warned, “No rest until the plucking is finished.”

Reva and Kandy carefully transferred the leftover soup into a container and extinguished the fire as I lead him back into the house. During the tour, I explained, “Reva is like our mother. When she’s not tackling the kinkier side of her persona, she’s cleaning and cooking or tending to the garden.”

When we paused at Kandy’s room, he groaned, “Ah…I look forward to tying someone to the bed.”

“What if we tie you to the bed?”

Laughing, he shook his head, “So you can have your way with that plucker…no.”

“Speaking of which, how good are you at wielding a whip?”

Shrugging, he said, “I’ve snapped a few but am nowhere near as good as you.”

With a bit of arrogance, I told him, “Not many are.”

Next stop was Reva’s room. His jaw dropped at the numerous toys and equipment she displayed. I nodded, “That woman loves her battery operated gadgets.”

As we moved toward my room, Reva stepped out wearing only my yonder boots with the plucker draped over her neck. His husky groan sounded before the flash from his camera lit up the hall. Appearing ready to eat him alive, Reva posed again before light flooded the air.

I glanced back to see him grinning from ear to ear. Kandy stepped out and ran her hand meaningfully down the whip. As I moved, I shed my clothing and growled, “Take the yonders off before I knock you over the edge.”

She quickly unzipped them, displaying her rounded ass for him as she did so. I handed him the whip and swept my hand toward her, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Reva glanced back as Kandy joined her, always ready for the whip’s bite, and slapped her own ass to imply the target. He snapped it but missed them both, causing me to laugh and offer pointers on how to finesse it. After a couple more tries, he burned Kandy on the hip. She hissed as Reva smacked her other cheek.

Since I dominated both men and women, I stepped up to Kandy and pushed her to her knees. She immediately put her forehead on the floor between my feet and breathed, “Mistress Cheri, may I?”

I thrust my hand toward James and said, “She knows not to speak until I tell her she can. It’s time to pluck her ass.”

He growled, “Why not fuck and pluck…yes?”

“She’s all yours. Reva, it’s bottom time. Show him how it’s done.”

Reva assumed the same position with her forehead between my feet while Kandy turned toward James. I directed him, “Do whatever you want with her; demand and conquer is the name of the game.”

He immediately ordered her, “Look at me.”

She raised her eyes and, even though he didn’t own up to a domineering vibe, she played the submissive to perfection. I told her, “Lavish your Dom, Kandy. What are you waiting on?”

She unzipped his pants, released his cock, and gasped. My eyes flew to him but Reva remained at my feet. I could feel the curiosity vibrating off her until I said, “Nice adornments. I can’t wait to ride them.”

Hearing Reva moan and knowing beads and cock rings drove her wild, I took the plucker from James and ordered, “Turn around and watch Kandy suck his splendid cock.”

She swiftly turned, hiking her ass in the air for me to heat, and moaned when Kandy’s lips slid over him. With every snap of the whip, she gasped before hissing when I rubbed the reddened place with my palm. James’ eyes almost rolled back in his head when I told them to take him down.

Both practically tackled him. His back hit the floor before he was pulling Reva’s nipple into his mouth while Kandy hungrily devoured him. Having given them both freedom, I selected a strap on dildo and teased Reva mercilessly from behind. He pulled Kandy off him but she proceeded to nibble and taste his balls as if she couldn’t get enough.

I ordered Kandy off him and Reva, whose pussy was glistening nicely, to fuck him. She speared herself on him and, at the same time, I shoved the dildo up her ass. Rubbing my own pussy on his balls, I pushed Reva so she was at an angle while James pulled Kandy’s pussy onto his mouth.

Grinning at the perfect positions, I proceeded to fire her ass with my plucker while fucking Reva’s ass with the dildo. Caught on us both, her mouth gaped wide every time his hips curled in a deep thrust. I could imagine that cock ring was tapping away at every sweet spot while the dildo’s slow vibration had her ass puckering.

Highly sensitive, she climaxed right away and kept on queefing as she ground her hips between us. Kandy squealed at something before sliding off him as her body curled in orgasm. Reva slammed her mouth onto his as she pulled her pussy free of him. I rode her up him and sank down on him. We set a rhythm, fucking Reva up the ass while I was being fucked with his adorned cock.

Kandy lay beside us with her legs wide so I could pluck her clit with my whip. Snapping it expertly, I aimed true and caused her to jerk every time the tip brushed her. I watched her slit pulse continually and grinned, finally relinquishing my place on his cock and letting her ride.

Since Reva loved her toys, I hung with her while James rolled to place Kandy underneath him. Doing away with boundaries and embracing a free-for-all, I accepted his kiss while Reva and Kandy faced each other on all-fours and kissed beneath us. I was surprised he’d held out this long and swallowed his harsh groan, hearing Kandy whimper beneath him.

He broke the kiss, cursing as he grabbed Kandy who was grinding into him. I grinned, “Looks like you’ve still got some business with me.”

Appearing exhausted, he raised his eyebrows in question so I explained, “Lay down on your back. I haven’t climaxed yet.”

He rolled over, eyeing me as I slid my clit over his beaded cock. Even though I preferred to fuck and dominate, I’d had a teasing feel of his glorious cock and wanted more. His hands squeezed my breasts while his teeth teased first one nipple and then dragged stubble over to the other.

Feeling my orgasm build deep in my stomach, I gasped when he slapped my breasts. I rarely had a man use roughness on me, normally it called for punishment. I pulled at his cock ring with the tip of my finger while my thumbnail dug into his shaft. His eyes widened as he hissed, giving me just the thrill I needed.

As my hips curled and jerked in climax, I smeared my slickness over his beaded shaft. With intrigue written all over his face, he watched me before breathing, “What makes you get off on dishing out pain?”

Lowering my face so I was nose-to-nose with him, I said, “The same thing that had you embrace a painful procedure to produce more pleasure. You gotta feel a little pain before the pleasure…yes?”

He coughed a laugh, showing the barest of dimples as he nodded, “Yes indeed.”

I maneuvered off him, hearing the shower running. Cocking an eyebrow, I asked, “Want to join me in the shower before lights out?”

Nodding, he rose from the bed and followed me. After we’d finished, I shut down the lights and pointed to the TV, “We still allow that. Do you have any preference on what you watch?”

He shook his head, “I don’t get the chance to take in much TV. May I shoot you guys on the bed?”

We shrugged and nodded so he retrieved his camera. With the TV flickering, we slipped shoulders out of our robes and entwined our legs before rearranging position and fabric. When he was satisfied, he put it back and slipped onto the bed with us. We fell asleep wrapped around him.

I awoke when he pushed at my shoulder. All of us were sprawled across him as if using our bodies for blankets. Reva, the motherly one, was the first in the kitchen. She immediately prepared coffee as I called down to the gas station and ordered fuel to be delivered.

When I turned, he murmured, “Impressive. Usually they require the cars to arrive there.”

“Since the owner is a client, he knows my style well.”

Laughing, he nodded as Reva came back inside with fresh eggs. Kandy made pancakes while Reva threw together her specialty…omelets. As we ate, I asked where he was headed next.

“I passed a bus filled with beauties headed toward some type of pageant. I was thinking of offering my photography skills, maybe judging as well.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “Do you always incorporate sex into your business?”

“If possible, yes. I’m the adventurous sort…remember?”

We ate in silence before Kandy asked him to keep in touch. He pulled out a business card and slid it to the middle of the table, “Once I get to a hotspot, I’ll send you some of the photos. Who knows…maybe you can frame me choking my chicken at Bum Pluck Yonder.”

We laughed, nodding before Reva told him, “You’ll never choke that chicken again without thinking of us, will you?”

He shook his head, “I’ll never think of the term Bum Fuck Yonder the same way either.”

The fuel arrived so I went to retrieve it, barking a demanding tone at the owner when he looked me in the eye. Since we were finished with our meal, James told us goodbye and collected his things. Kissing each one of us at the door, he pulled Reva to him, “Never stop being the kinkiest mother plucker here…yes?”

She nibbled his bottom lip, “Yes.”

True to his word, he sent us some photos hours later. One of them was of Reva posing with the plucker around her neck and my yonders on her feet. The caption under it said Sexy Mother Plucker over Yonder.

~~ The End ~~