Midnight
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Episode 72: symPATHETIC
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 72: symPATHETIC - 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
Wanita Bearpaw drove along the oceanside aimlessly, upset to learn some totally unexpected news a few hours earlier. Leaving the Santee REZ to get a change of scenery and gather her sanity she drove up the coast then made her way back through the country. Her diamond teardrop earrings were stashed in a cup holder rather than wear them. She had enough tears rolling down her face as it was.
It would have been a beautiful anniversary gesture if she hadn’t learned that her husband Samuel had cheated on her eighteen years ago, well, nineteen, nine months to know he had a child. One secreted away however by his former flame Irene Sage-Amador. “I will strangle that wench when next I see her.” Eh! Wanita might want to rethink that now that Irene had adopted a new persona by the name of Zera. She would learn the hard way.
With all of the Caretaker police force out at Harbinger Shoals her driving 70 in a 55 would go unnoticed. Zipping by a certain dirt road the Santee mother braked and realized exactly where she was. Good thing there was nobody behind her or oncoming as she stopped dead center in the two-lane road. Freezing while she gripped the steering wheel Wanita had a thought that she mulled over for a lengthy three minutes.
“Two can play this game, Samuel Bearpaw.”
A glance in her mirror she put the beater car in reverse and backed up literally a quarter of a mile until able to peer down the dirt road. Trees on one side, overgrown empty field on the other she shockingly used a turn signal and took the dirt road a bit more slowly to avoid sliding off into any ditch.
“It was a mile up the road here if I’m not mistaken. I have not been out this way in fifteen years and that was in passing. Irene and I always did lock horns. Although, I am grateful she chose to marry that disgusting lout Esteban.” A breath later she creased her brow. “What am I saying, she had sex with my man after she married the Spaniard. Otherwise, I would not be questioning my sanity. Why, Samuel, why? Am I never good enough no matter what I forgive you for? Must I forever endure bad news?” Oh, there was more to hate the man over. Bad news was going to keep on coming this day. All in good time, Ms. Bearpaw!
“There!” She rounded a bend in the road and spotted Esteban Amador’s car parked alongside a rundown cabin cruiser. “Goodness! I had forgotten their home burnt to the ground. Am I safe around this man that beat Irene and left her for dead.”
Trembling she took the risk of parking in behind his car but left it running just in case. Stepping out of the vehicle she checked his car to find it empty. Knocking on the boat she heard a meow but no sign of human activity. Looking to her left she found a port-a-potty and dared to knock on even that shelter. “Hello? Esteban?” Nothing!
A second glance at the rear of the boat he found the christened name as SIRENe. It was obvious that the ending letter had been painted over then duct tape added to produce a new E it appeared that Esteban was still lovesick and missing his wife. Maybe the stories she had heard about the Spaniard were untrue.
“Love even with loss. Will I do this should I divorce Samuel? I grow weary of his lies and false hopes. Funny! Now that I look at this boats name. Samuel used to always write my name before sex using WANT to highlight my name as WANiTa. I miss those ... ugggh! Why do I think of sex and forgiveness now? He does not deserve me.”
A cat showing up on the bow of the boat it jumped to the ground carefully and wandered out into the skeletal remains of what was left of the house. Watching the scroungy feline she spotted it jump up onto a bathtub and look down inside it. Snoring suddenly heard Wanita flared her eyes. Now she knew where he was. Risking it she hobbled through the debris until within three feet of the tub. Hearing water stir she tilted her head.
“Plumbing? Interesting!”
“Leave me be! If I want pussy, I’ll go find it.”
“Oh, Lord! I should not be here. He might rape me.” Shooing the cat Gilligan away it avoided water tossed at him. Sitting up in the tub Este cracked his neck and used dirty bath water to splash his face to revive. “He is probably drunk. He always was.”
Eyes wide open he shook his hair free of droplets then looked around. Noting his visitor Este jumped to his feet and aimed for respectable. “Forgive me, Lass! I did not know I had company.” A sizeable penis that was quite erect caught her eye almost immediately. Following her gaze, he bulged his eyes and used both hands to cover himself. Now it looked as if he were beating off. Turning her back to him she actually giggled.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“I suppose I do not. Forgive my sudden move I forgot where I was. Me towel and britches be back at the boat. I do not get many visitors, so, I do as I like.”
“I’ll forgive you if you forgive my sneaking up on you. I’m Wanita Waterfall, well, Bearpaw now. I used to be friends with Irene. It appears that you and I have something in common that I would like to discuss if you will listen.” She heard a groan and nibbled her lower lip. “Is he stroking his cock behind me?” Trembling she looked back to witness him doing the dirty. Sighing she decided to face him. “Go ahead! Finish what you started. I’ll be over at my car when you get ... cleaned up.”
“Ye could always join me. No pressure!” He smirked!
“Now! Now! I am a married woman.”
“Bearpaw, ye say! Ah! Yes, Samuel Bearpaw’s wife. Aye! Now it all comes back to me. Why are ye here, Mrs. Bearpaw?” He failed to stop jerking off, if anything he was harder than he was. Her words failing her in the moment she found herself toying with her cleavage. It had been a long time since she and Samuel had engaged in coitus. Temptation creeping in she told herself that she could get even with Irene and brag to her that she fucked her man. If Samuel can play so, could she. “I have no plans to stop what I be doing.”
“This is your property. Who am I to tell you what to do on it. I’m sorry for your loss.” She motioned around her at the ash and burnt framework.
“Like a phoenix they say. I rise anew.”
“It looks like you are rising with might.” She smiled shamelessly! “Let me shut my car off. You run some fresh water. It is quite hot and balmy today.”
“I’ll save me sailor til ye come back.”
“Land Ho!”
Was she calling herself a whore? Giggling she turned and walked away. Reaching her car, she reached through the door window and turned off the key. Fanning herself Wanita looked at her reflection. “Am I really about to do this? I’ve never once cheated on Samuel.”
Sighing she unbuttoned her dress until it was opened. Glancing back at Esteban he was seated in his tub and running water could be heard. Thank you, Nick Sanchez! “I do hope he doesn’t have STDs; I’ve heard stories.” Dress removed she tossed it into her car seat and worked on removing her bra. A nice pair of 36C with zero sag she teased her nipples in her reflection. “Oh, God!” Panties down she left them on the ground and kept only her pumps on to protect her feet.
Taking a deep breath, she made the journey back to Esteban and blushed. “This is ... all new to me. Please be gentle.” Este smiled then shook his head no. The old fox was back, just sober. Splashing water at her had her holding her breath. “Can we talk first?” Taking her shoes off she made her move and stepped over the side of the tub. Once in she realized there was not much room, Este was a large, sturdy man. He refused to give her room by curling his legs. He simply motioned her to take a seat. “You make this challenging.”
“Worth the efforts, Lass.” Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Fuck that oar was huge.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain?”
“Aye!” Straddling him in the water Wanita Bearpaw located his penis up into her vulva and sat down on it. Her gasp had him smiling brightly. “Welcome aboard, Me Hearty!”
“Do you always sound like a pirate?” She moaned instantly! “Shit! That feels good.”
“Only the beginning! Now, what were ye saying about a talk. We can do both.” She rode him, he simply lay back and fondled her breasts. Once she began her gyrations she could barely speak. He could wait! A quickly arriving orgasm Wanita burst into laughter.
“This is so wrong, but so right! I think I needed a high seas adventure.” Splash! Splash! Splash! “Can we discuss, Midnight?”
“Me daughter or the time when ye leaves me from a full day of lovemaking?”
“Charmer!” She smiled! “You need a shave.”
“I would be getting to that eventually. I’m guessing ye be referring to me daughter.”
“Yes, I mean ... this is such the wrong time to say this, Esteban. I’ve been told that ... Midnight is not your biological daughter. My husband Sam is.”
“Untrue! Me wife...”
“Cheated on you in the beginning. Just like my husband cheated on me. Esteban, I do not know for a fact, but my daughter Lillian said that Irene told her that she and Midnight were true sisters. This man Sanchez now owns both of our ... babies. Should I stop?”
“Nay! Keep swimming! As shall I.”
He gripped her hips and assisted in her thrashing. Falling over him in her ride her breasts were devoured. No more talk! She came three more times on Este’s beast. Now it was his turn. Showing his strength, he rose up in the water and carried her with him. Taking her backside to the tub he gripped her ankles and performed a violent missionary that had her screaming her lungs out.
Dragging her closer to him Esteban accidently submerged her face below the water. She panicked in the moment, but Este was too close to finalizing his nut. Even as she tried to catch her breath, he hammered her into submission. A destructive shot directly into her uterus she screamed and took in a large mouthful of bathwater. Five more harsh reality thrusts on his part his scrotum was empty. Then and only then did he reach over her body and grab her by her hair and pull her upward. Spitting and coughing she tried to regain her life.
“Should I perform CPR?” He grinned! Stunned by his almost callous remark she pulled free of him and stormed his mouth. A longwinded kiss shared she slapped his hairy chest and sat back.
“I could have drowned.”
“I be a life preserver, Lass!” If only he had told Irene that when he accidently left her to die. Choking on his own thought he fell back onto his side of the tub and began crying.
“What did I ... was it my news?”
“Nay! ‘Tis possible. now that I reflect. I ... have learned that I misjudged me wife. She be not herself lately.”
“As much as I hate my husband for cheating on me ... I ... Midnight is a sweet girl.”
“Aye! That she is. I have no daughter by her own decree. Hurts! Yet, this news does soften the blow. I would hear this from my wife.”
“WE would hear this from Irene. Where is she staying now?”
“Her sister Tilly’s. They be in Colorado on vacation. I hear Veronica Redmane be looking after her.”
“I don’t want to go home until I can confirm all of this. Will you take a ride with me to pay a visit?”
“Aye! Let us get dressed.”
He stood up in front of her and offered her a hand. Rising to her knees his beast slapped her in the face. Time stood still as she looked at his cock. Without thinking long, she opened her mouth and took him in. Another round Bartender! Esteban was having a good day. They would get out and go back to his place. As disgusting as his mattress on the floor of the boat was, he fucked her for another hour. Irene could wait a while longer.
Wanita’s tears were left in the car cup holder.
Sheriff Dolan Roster and Nick Sanchez were guided into a small conference room at the REZ police station. Dispatcher Jubilee Tightbottom as the POPO called her, real name Jubilee Tidebottom, was winking at Dolan even if he was frowning at the news that he had for Sheriff Victor Bonebury and the gathered Elders. A call to meet them at the station for privacy led Newton Waterfall away from his troubles at home. Learning of Midnight Amador being his son-in-law’s child had his nerves rattled. The upcoming news would make his day even more stressful.
“Here you go, Sheriff. Bring me flowers next time.” Jubilee blew him a kiss. Unlike many in the Santee nation she embraced the outside world and what the white man had to offer. In her mind jizz was jizz! White either way!
“Now is not the time, but I will keep you in mind, Jubilee.” He sighed reading her nametag pinned to her very nice 38C breasts. Once he found Nick walking around him to take the lead he nodded and left her wet. Jubilee did notice Nick but found him almost scary with all the tattoos. No, Dolan was more her type. That, and hearing her old friend Caprice was dating him she felt competitive. That bitch could not have all the fun.
Victor Bonebury greeting them the sheriff closed the door and then the blinds. Motioning them to take a seat only Dolan accepted, Nick stood to his left with arms folded. Victor took his own seat and called the meeting to order. “As I said esteemed elders thank you all for coming down. I’ll let Sheriff Roster fill us all in.”
“What does this pertain to Sheriff?” Cordell Dance Among Hail asked without concern.
“I’ll get right to it. The FBI and their forensics unit have discovered the identity of who our sleepover in Nick’s basement is. Let me rephrase that, with all due respect. We know who the body belongs to. This will come as a shock but in a way, it will put to rest unanswered questions. At least, to the family. Gentlemen, the FBI asked me to relay this information due to how closely related we all are in this neck of the woods. Besides that, the FBI is having internal troubles with infiltrators trying to destroy evidence. And before anyone asks, I’ve got everyone on my force out at Harbinger Shoals to protect the body.”
“Who are we talking about?” Bobby Black Fox looked troubled! Nodin Merrick palmed his friend’s shoulder to calm him.
“Raymond Scott!” Nick beat Dolan to the punch. Dolan shook his head at being overthrown. “It is my home he resides in. Live with it, Roster.” Once hearing Mister Scott’s name everyone looked directly at Newton Waterfall. Faces went colorless in the moment.
“Raymond Scott? Are you certain?” Nodin was first to speak.
“100% confirmation thanks to Agent Ivy McDaniel. Let me speak, Merrick! Newton? I know he is Rayna’s father so I’ll let you break that news gently. I’ve already informed Lillian of the connection and placed her in a safehouse with protection.”
“Hold on! Crimson took her to Charleston.”
“She’s safe, Merrick! Just relax, I won’t let anything happen to either of them. The FBI will back that up. If I need to call in reinforcements, I will. Concerning Mister Scott’s body, Lillian has asked me to erect a crypt in his honor, something I already intended on, just not it’s requested location. She’s asked me to name the new Historical Society I’m building on the Rez in his name. Done! His tomb will be directly next to the building so people can pay their respects. With the Civic Center across the street Raymond can oversee the comings and goings even from the spirit world.”
“Do we know how he got into that crypt?” Cordell asked!