Midnight
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Episode 66: JAVA
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 66: JAVA - Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex
POPO HQ! Caretaker, South Carolina! 7:00 AM!
“Morning Hannah!”
“Morning Mom!”
Hannah Bell greeted her mother Stacy “Stacks” Bell at the dispatch doorway. Here to take over for her baby Stacy found her daughter’s hair a mess and her clothing awry. Glowing none the less. Purse deposited into a filing cabinet Stacy turned with a sigh.
“Who was he?”
“Who was who?” Hannah blushed peering over her brow with a guilty look. “Why can I never lie to you? Ugh! Did you hear the music blaring all night long?” Until 4:30 AM, that is!
“I did but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.”
“The van out front. It has some serious sub woofers! Before you ask, it had to do with Mister Sanchez.”
“Nick? Oh, my God! Did you and he...”
“No! Noooo!” Hannah made a queer expression. “He’s cool but no I did not sleep ... nor fuck him. He had Midnight and Lillian Bearpaw in his cell all night.”
“So, the man in black threw a party at the station house.”
“Yes and no! For himself and his bounty hunter team. The lady that messed up Dolan is in there too. She works for Nick. Mom! You would not believe the insanity over the last eight hours. Irene Amador locked poor Veronica Redmane in her sister’s she shed. The Heavy-Feather brother’s brought Irene and Alexis Roster here. Oliver actually assisted Darcy Grainger in saving Veronica.”
“Please do not tell me that you and that man had sex.”
“Oliver? No way! He and Alexis are an item now.” A dead giveaway expression on her daughter’s face Stacy dropped her jaw.
“The brother?”
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Hannah jumped up and down swooning. “Best sex I’ve ever had. I think I’m in love. His dick is enormous.”
“STOP! Hannah Marie! You cannot get involved with a Heavy-Feather.”
“It was just sex. I don’t think it will ever be more than that.” Now she was pouting! “I know that he’s so wrong for me, but he treated me, well, when he wasn’t pulling my hair and spanking me, like a Queen. We did make love a while. In a way, I think he was into me too. I guess I’ll know if he tracks me down again. We never exchanged phone numbers.”
“I’m not going to forbid you, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. Mistakes as well! Just please think about it before you jump any guns. You’ve seen how Caprice Comstock has had to deal with Oliver, how Dolan is suffering over Alexis. Did Dolan come get Ali?”
“No! Alexis is with our two new trainee’s Brit and Mindy. I haven’t seen Dolan all night.”
“Probably out at the Shoals. That whole dead body thing has him stressed. FBI and CSI and all. Still, I can’t believe Dolan would let Nick throw a party.”
“It was only music and sex. I watched ... uh! Over the cellblock cameras.” She brought them up for Stacy to see. Within his cell Nick Sanchez was on his cot sleeping while Midnight Amador and Lillian Dawn Bearpaw were clinging to the bars trying not to fall asleep and lose their grip.
“Dear God! Those poor girls. Look at the mess on the floor. You just know I’ll be the one mopping that cell.”
“I’ll do it before I head home. Nick should be getting released once Dolan arrives.”
Looking closer at a second camera Stacy flared her eyes. “What in the world? Is that black woman wearing a strap on and ... IRENE! We have to save her.”
“MOM, WAIT!” Hannah halted Stacy. “Mrs. Amador isn’t home anymore. We all think that her concussion was worse than the doctor’s believed. Irene will only answer to the name of Zera now. I know it sounds crazy but her whole persona has changed. She’s almost evil. Earlier it was Irene wearing the strap on and fucking Ms. Savage. They’ve been taking turns.”
“This town is going to hell.”
“OH! OH! OH!” Instantaneous joy! “Mister Sanchez just paid my entire four-year college tuition in Charleston if I want to go.” That had Stacy speechless! “I even have an awesome place to live if I do this. The professor that Lillian was serving, seeing, left her a mansion. Nick is letting me, Lakshmi Surve, and a few others live there. So awesome!”
“That’s a relief on your father and I trying to come up with the money. Nick is ... an enigma, that’s for certain.”
“You’re telling me!” A voice came out of nowhere. Stacy jumped out of her skin looking around for a body to go with such a clear, crisp voice.
“Who ... where did that come from?”
“Speaker!”
Hannah pointed above them just as a fly buzzed around Hannah and landed on her nose. Hannah giggled and crossed her eyes at the pest. Stacy started to shoo it away when the fly abandoned Hannah and flew between them and landed of all places on top of Stacy’s left nipple erection. This early in the morning Stacks was rigid with no bra beneath her thin button-down blouse. Peering down at the annoyance to see it prowl around her entire areola Hannah busted up laughing at her mother’s reaction. Brushing it away the fly circled around Stacy and landed on her other nipple.
“GO AWAY!”
“That’s sexual harassment Shadow!” Hannah giggled! “Mom? Meet Shadow! She works for Nick.”
“BUZZ! BUZZ! Beautiful!” Hannah slyly mouthed the words, “Lesbian and Drone!” Stacy sneered at her daughter then spoke out.
“Do not freak me out like that again.”
“Sorry, Ms. Stacks! Yeah, I know your nickname too. I’ve been eavesdropping for Nicky a long time now.” The fly took flight and landed on the dispatch microphone. “Is this thing on?” Laughter cackled over the speaker with distortion over being so close to it.
“She’s a hacker.” Hannah calmed herself. “Shadow is so cool.”
“Aw! Thanks Sweetie! Better hide that dildo before your mommy sees it.”
“SHIT! SNITCH!” She hurried to grab her toy. Now it was Stacy’s turn to bust up laughing. Going to a large vase of fake flowers Stacy lifted the planted Styrofoam and reached in. Pulling out a dildo of her own Hannah bulged her eyes.
“You keep one in the office too?”
“I’ve got it easy!” Dyson aka Shadow laughed! “Motorized sex machine right across from my wheelchair. I work and play at my leisure.”
“TMI!” Stacy put her toy away and rearranged the messed-up flowers. “There! Good as new! So, Shadow, was it?” Hannah knew her real name but kept her word on revealing it. What caught her off guard however was Shadow’s admittance to living in a wheelchair. Topic for a private chat.
“Yep! By the way, I’ll offer more good news. I was saving this part until Nick gave me the okay, but he can get over it. Your momma Gertrude has been accepted to the fanciest assistant living community in Tampa Florida. Fun, sun, cabana gramps with oil massages on the itinerary. Paid for life! Nicky takes care of his allies!”
“Florida? Why so far away?”
“Room to breathe! Any time you want to visit I can hook you up with free airfare. Now you and hubby David can relax more knowing she has the best we can offer. I’ll send you the link to the Gulf Club! Macarena Mondays are a blast to watch. They have Skype operators so you can check in daily.”
“Wow! I think I’m actually okay with this. The shock is over. Mom deserves peace and quiet.”
“Anything Gertrude needs we supply. You’ve both made a good impression on Nicky.”
“I’ll have to go thank him.”
“Might want to wait on the Sheriff! Opie and Zera are still amped up on T16R355. That’s a highly evolved sex drive accelerant. It makes them kind of feral. Opie and Zera took an entire vial each so that pretty much means hair loss. By that I mean pulling, tugging, ripping out pubes. Best stay clear for now. Let Nicky handle the ladies.”
“So much for mopping.” Hannah grinned! “Yay!”
“Go home!” Stacy hauled her daughter from her chair and pushed Hannah toward the exit.
“Bye, Shadow! Miss you!”
“You too Dispatch! MWAH!”
Hannah Marie Bell needed a shower.
For Sheriff Dolan Roster the dilapidated trailer belonging to Caprice Comstock felt like living in a mouse trap. Mainly because she had mice. The floors were warped and weak from years of foot traffic and moisture. The carpet was outdated and orange shag of all things. Cabinet hinges loose, toilet lopsided, windows cracked. His first time indoors he sized it up as junkyard gold. A blessing to the homeless but worthy of a roof.
That was his thoughts last night in joining the gorgeous owner Caprice Comstock for a stress-free ten-hour hibernation. The poor man was worn the fuck out, no shower he just flopped onto her queen size bed and fell asleep. Caprice joined him once she managed to take his clothes off mid snore so that he could rest comfortably. She did honor Nick in giving Dolan a relaxing blowjob. Asleep or not! That was then! Cellphone’s off for silence! This is now!
Eyelids stirring at a nice warm kiss Dolan woke up to blonde hair smothering his face. A hand on his lifeless penis gently stroking him he wrapped his arms around the floral tattoos covering this goddess and rolled them both over. No penetration he simply enjoyed a passionate good morning. No sex drug in his system, no headache from dealing with his daughter, no REZ issues, no fucking insanity out of Nick Sanchez. This was nice! CC could not agree more.
After ten long minutes of intimacy Dolan realized he needed to take a piss. Lips parting, he bumped foreheads and asked for a raincheck. “Mind if I give my pecker a rest for one day?”
“Nope! You need to recover more. No pressure! I need to get ready for work and so do you. My first day wearing a bikini to wait tables. Olan agreed until any customer bitched. Between you and me he’s defeated and ready to get out of the restaurant game.”
“That’s the smallest bikini you own?” He noticed it laying out on her dresser. She looked impressed by his question.
“Not by a slingshot ... or is that longshot. I was only being conservative to your tastes. No going back now Mister Roster.” Back in the drawer it went! Micro it was! He immediately regretted his decision to jest.
“Big tips coming your way. Didn’t I hear something about Nick wanting to buy the diner as a wedding gift to Naomi and Dalton?”
“Olan turned him down but I’m thinking he might change his mind. My pressuring him into bikini waitresses has him worried. That and Nick letting Midnight and Bearpaw eat off the floor naked with bondage hooks up their backsides has him sweating off those much-needed pounds. If he does sell, I think he might ask Lynette to marry him and start fresh somewhere less crazy. Caretaker has gone to hell, hasn’t it.”
“Always been bordering that territory. It’s home though! Got coffee?”
“At the diner. Breakfast on me. Go shower, I took one after I undressed you for bed. I just need to brush my teeth and look pretty.”
“Not joining me?”
“The stall only fits one person unless you want to use the tub and draw a bath. We really don’t have the time anyway.”
“True! I need to piss like a Russian Racehorse. I’ll see you when I’m cleaned up.” Rolling out of bed he made the journey to the one and only bathroom in her haunt. Firing up her shower stall he let it get warm while he towered over the toilet. Leaning Tower of Pissa! The floor was uneven as hades. “Yeah, she needs to get out of here. This place needs to be condemned. I offered to move her in with me, but she declined, but that was before Ali’s crap. I’ll suggest it again in a few weeks, no reason to rush her. Gives her a chance to stay a few more nights with me in town to get used to better living. Good plan!”
Stepping into the shower he found his height up over the showerhead. A non removeable showerhead at that. “Made for midgets in here. Trouble is I don’t even have room to bend down. Guess I don’t wash my hair this morning. Girly shampoo anyway.” Smelling body wash he groaned and used it anyway. “No wonder she always smells like her tattoos.” Flowers! “I should have just gone on home and cleaned up.”
“See what I mean? Even if you had me up against the wall you wouldn’t have had room to fuck me.” CC giggled combing out her blonde locks. Primping as he hummed, she realized her bed head was not as bad as it could have been. Fuck it! Hairbrush tossed she focused on cleaning her perfect pearly whites.
“We’ll reserve our bedroom antics for my place. Not to bring back bad memories but how in the hell did you and Oliver do anything in here? He’s taller than me.”
“We rarely showered together. Mostly sex and sleeping. He went back to the REZ to his place for any washing up. Hell, his bathroom conditions aren’t much better. At least Calvin doesn’t have any hair to wash.”
“True!” Dolan ended his cleanse. “Yeah, I can’t handle this. Too claustrophobic! I adore you CC but nope not here.” Rinsing her mouth out she grabbed a clean towel and dabbed her face before passing it to Dolan to dry off with. She left him to finish and walked back to her bedroom. Dry, he joined her there finding her wearing that hot pink micro bikini that covered less than expected knowing her free spirit attitude.
“Sympathy on Olan?”
“Me and the girls are going shopping here as soon as shit settles down. Violet, Darcy, Mindy and Brit. You keep them all too busy.”
“It’s their job. I’ll figure out a day and discuss it with the guys.”
“I wonder how long it will take Koones before he tries hitting on that Opal.”
“Not until after I hit on her.” He doubled up his fist. “I owe her a blue eye.”
“Beat you to that Lover. Blue on Black just for Kenny Wayne Shepard.”
“That was on you.”
“Dolan? You’re the Sheriff, let it go, so it doesn’t look bad.”
“I know you’re right but I’m betting Nick has my back on getting even.”
“Baby! Let it go.”
“Fine!” He sat down on her bed and put his boxers, socks, and pants on. Standing for his wife beater and shirt he was albeit ready to go. Tucked in tails and tie adjusted he looked into her dresser mirror. Hugging up on him he smiled at how cute they looked together.
“Man in uniform and a stripper. Perfect!”
“I think so too.”
Breaking away from one another Dolan plucked his cellphone up and turned it on. Shockingly no messages. “They must have had a quiet night.” No, just finding sympathy for their leader. They had it all under control.
“Nothing here on mine either. Darn! My Tender dates gave up on me already.”
“You don’t need any Tender dates. I plan on keeping you.”
“Oh, really? Even after I broke it off?”
“Under pressure and protecting me. That’s over as far as I’m concerned. I’m not letting you run away Comstock.”
“I like you too, Pig!” She winked!
“Good! That means I hog all of your free time.” Speaking of time! “Let’s get our day started! I’ll follow you to the diner for coffee.” Leaving her pad the two were bumper to bumper down the coastline. What awaited them was going to be chaos. Nothing new!
7539 Ingermead Road, Caretaker!
Newly christened without a badge to prove it Officer Clinton Biles stirred in bed. A much-needed slumber wearing off he revived and looked up at the ceiling of his brand spanking new bedroom. No more hotel room confinement! His new girlfriend Britney Saunders, lottery winner and loaded bought a home here in Caretaker to start not only her life anew, but that of Clinton and his wife Mindy. Nice of her! She had him at Harley! Which sat in his new garage. Life was just getting good.
The scent of bacon in the air had him expressing pure joy. Between that and his wife Mindy snuggling to his right, and his second girlfriend Lakshmi Surve under his left arm. A huge king size bed to accommodate his hulking mass and at least two others shocked him. Britney had spared no expense in getting everything delivered to feel like home. Somehow, they managed everything even with their ward Alexis Roster running off. God bless good delivery drivers and money to buy their loyalty.
“Man! This is the life. Meeting Britney was the best thing to ever happen to us. As long as she never grows old and bonkers like her mom, we’ve got it made in the shade. Mindy and Hindi here with me means Brit is doing the cooking. No way is the Sheriff’s kid playing chef with her hands cuffed. I’ll be glad to lose that ball and chain to Heavy-Feather. Let Dolan deal with his kid. I’ll just write tickets and do guard duty. Lakshmi going off to Charleston to college is going to be tough. I kind of like the kid.”
Peeling out from under Lakshmi without waking her, the drug T16R355 in her system long gone and draining her dry he needed to get ready for work. She required sleep as much as anyone. A new day drug free for everyone should be glorious. Mindy was out like a light too, so it gave the mountain of a man time to himself. A hot shower all by himself was awesome. Ten minutes of soul searching helped ease his weary braincells.
So much had happened in barely two weeks. Mindy cheating on him with Grant. Having him arrested then feeling lousy over it all and seeking redemption was important. It showed him how much she really did love him. Not that he would forget. Still, her agreeing to share her marriage with Britney, now a third lover in Lakshmi certainly helped. Nick Sanchez changing his life around dramatically with a career change only added nukes atop his birthday cake.
The only thing better now would be learning who his biological parents were. Something he wanted but put off for far too many years. Sealed documents kept him clueless even if he dug that far into it. “Huh! I wonder if Nick can have his hackers track my parents down.” Food for thought! Speaking of food!
“Morning You! Breakfast on the table.” Britney snuck in on him while finishing up his cleanse. “I’d join you, but you can’t be late getting back to the Shoals. I made you a lunch, it’s in a brand-new lunch bucket. Harley themed!”
“You think of everything don’t you.” Stepping out wet he looked up through a skylight in the ceiling. “Looks like a partly cloudy day.”
“I take good care of my man.” She tossed him a towel. “The forecast is sunny so those clouds should go away.”
“Our man!” Mindy was now awake and nudging Brit aside so that she could hover and tinkle. “You should have woken me I’d have helped you make breakfast.”
“You needed sleep. I’m always up early it’s bred into me.”
“Don’t say on your mom’s side.” Clinton chuckled!
“That I wouldn’t know. Mom was never around. The family that raised me were early risers, so I blame them. My dad works nights so it’s not him now that we’ve reacquainted.”
“Ali sleeping?”
“No! I made her get up and help cook. She needs to learn if she’s going to be Oliver Heavy-Feather’s ole’ lady.”
“I still struggle with this idea. Her wild streak is going to bite off more than she can chew.”
“Her life!” Clinton advised drying off.
“Oh!” Brit perked up leaning on tip toe to kiss Clint right in front of Mindy. “I ordered a bunch of new clothes for you on Amazon. I used what you already owned to get ideas of size and fashion. Whatever you don’t like I can return. They should be here tomorrow, I fast tracked delivery.”
“Nice!”
“You, too!” She bashfully teased Mindy. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Uhhh! No! You sure are something, Ms. Saunders.”
“I want to be a good mate to the both of you. Polly is our middle name.” Giggles made her kiss Mindy on the lips and even flush the toilet for her. “Wash your hands and I’ll meet you downstairs.”