(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 028: I'Mpulse
"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMIIIIIII!"
No exhaustion recognized; Midnight Amador just could not stop fucking herself. She was like a nympho obsessed with her new toy. New it was... never been tested. All hers... if it weren't owned by Kami aka Nick Sanchez, her glorious Man in Black. Something borrowed something blew. After all she did suck on it at first for experience. Ollie the skull watched her do it. Not like he had anything better to do.
No other words could cross her lips. Only he whom owned her. He whom she fantasized over. Even without the introduction of that aphrodisiac Nick dropped in her food to escalate her hormones like wildfire, she might have reached this stage of insanity. Like Ollie she really had little to do besides think, piss, drink water, and reflect on her life. The thing was when she did ponder her past it overshadowed her future. Therefore, she needed to train her thoughts and that meant proving her devotion anyway she could. Of late she had failed him in even some small fashion, but his punishments were always welcomed. She believed in him. Purging her past was not as impossible as she imagined. Keeping only the good memories of her mother Irene. Her Aunt Tilly, and husband Sheldon. Grandmother Dorothy Sage a gem as well. Even her late Grandfather had his moments. Friends Veronica and Will, schoolmates such as Marina Highland, the diner ladies. Such fond memories. She was ready for the day when they too would need to go. So be it!
In destroying herself, Kami's eight-inch-thick dildo milky and plunging repeatedly with ferocious intent, this lioness pussy was purring. So, in tune with it that she had failed to apply lotion to her body. The more the sun rose the warmer it got, yet she simply could not slow down. Orgasms one after the other she tortured her convulsions with further destruction. No rest for the weary. The drug energized her just enough to push her limits to the point of very brief losses of consciousness. Light resumed so did her muscles. Even in her momentary lapses her grip on her toy remained. Midnight Isabella Amador was invincible. Dorei!
"AHOY!" She heard over a loudspeaker. Looking up tracing it's volume she spotted a Coast Guard Cutter watching her from a tenth of a mile out on the ocean. It's entire crew of the shore patrol consisting of ten were on deck watching her cum, binoculars to every eye. Not for a second did Midnight pause. They would have to make her. "THIS IS NOT A NUDE BEACH. CEASE AND DESIST." Nope! She turned in the sand to face them so that they could witness her faithful depth charges deep into her creamy cunt. Pride in her mission vital to her Kami's desires. Her voyeurs made her cum harder than before. An impression must be made. Kami's all-seeing eye was watching.
On the boat crewman Shane Grossman chuckled, "Are we really putting a stop to her? Fuck Cap, she's gorgeous. When do we ever get to see things like this?" Six others concurred. Captain Reuben Cavanaugh scanned the beach house behind her spotting two different cameras. One acknowledging them as if a lighthouse beacon, the other trained to the side of the home.
"We're being watched as much as she is Boys. By the book I'm afraid. Whomever owns that home obviously knows she's doing that. For all we know she is the owner." The bearded Captain in white spoke logically.
"Holy crap! I know that girl. She's a waitress at Coastal Waiters." Parker Bryson was in awe. "She's better without her uniform on that's for sure. Want us to man a lifeboat and go stop her?"
"Not you." Reuben chuckled, "We are not putting ourselves on camera to be used against us. Put your peckers away." Reuben poised his cellphone and dialed a number. "Sheriff Roster? Morning to ya, this is Captain Reuben Cavanaugh, Coast Guard boat On Porpoise."
Parker laughed watching Midnight's deep dives with her dildo in vivid fashion, her legs high and knees hovering over her upper body like a hood ornament on a classic car. Both of her hands in use in slamming that beastly toy as deep into her as she could accommodate it. "Dolphins are dancing on shore." This jest was met with silent chuckles. Reuben looking at Parker did no good, his eyes were glued to Midnight's pussy, his binoculars zoomed in as magnified as they could represent. Her pink folds rippling in and out with each milky insertion, each spill of glossy liquids careening down her inner thighs to her sand coated cheeks and making mud. "Look at her go. That waitress is serving us with a smile. She likes taking orders." If he only knew how factual that assessment was.
"Reporting a beach goer, private property I'm guessing. But she's breaking the no nudity law and... well abusing herself. Yes... a toy of... some kind. It appears she's chained to a tree as well. Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of it." Coordinates given Dolan Roster sighed. He knew where it was. Fucking Sanchez!
"I'll take a ride over there Cavanaugh. You fellas can sail on. In route in ten minutes, I'm taking care of something just now."
"We'll monitor things here awhile longer. Just in case whoever chained her up comes back. Oh, while I have it on my mind... tell me about a fellow by the name of Nick Sanchez. We spotted him on the cove out at Harbinger Shoals. Says he bought the place."
"He sure did. Money bags is a pretty decent guy. Dark but he's done good since he's been here. Rushed into a burning home to rescue Irene Amador. Any fella that risks his life for another deserves a break."
"I agree. That's why we do our jobs out here. Amador you say?"
"That's her." Parker had been trying to recall the waitress by name. "Midnight Amador. That's her on the beach Cap."
"Overhear that, Sheriff? The girl chained up is Midnight Amador."
"Nick's... girlfriend." Dolan thought better of referring to her as anything else to the boat captain. "I got this Reuben. She'll be fine, just let her be and I'll deal with her shortly."
"So, this Sanchez owns the beach house?"
"Borrowed! Stays there until Harbinger Shoals becomes livable. I'm going to ask you as a favor to just... keep this scene under the radar. Private beach right there so just enjoy the view."
"You owe me one Sheriff."
"No. Nick owes you one." Dolan chuckled and hung up. "I knew this shit was going to happen." A tap on his squad car window he looked to his right and saw a pair of floral design tattooed tits crushed against his passenger door window. Smearing them he had to frown and hit the controls to spook her with a down then up activation as if jaws trying to capture them. She laughed and backed her beauties off for their own safety. Caprice Comstock and her hotel roomie Clinton Biles were finally ready to go. His taxi service was running behind schedule.
Rolling the automatic window down on one more attempt to tease him he heard her breasts squeak against the glass and lift upward. The second the window dropped below her tits she entered the opening expecting him to grope her, her chin on the roof. Instead, he put the window back up and pinned her tits inside. The Jaws of Life had staked their claim and its appetite was holding strong. Clinton beside her at the back door of the car hid his grin. It was pretty damned funny.
"DAMMIT DOLAN!" She couldn't pull herself out without him lowering it again and she was on her tiptoes as it was. Looking around for prying eyes Roster unhooked his seat belt and slid over enough to tug her unbuttoned uniform wider and suck on her nipples. She busted up laughing. That's what she got for going without a bra. Clinton stood back frowning, the squad car's door locked but enjoyed the view of CC's ass, her short skirt offering a hint of cheeks in her tilted forward prison. His dick was still troubled by her earlier after she caught him jerking off from start to finish while playing possum. If he could open those back doors, he'd just get in, but he knew they were locked until Dolan opened them from the front seat. Safety protocol!
Finally, Dolan had his full of thick meaty nubs and moved back into his driver's side. Unlocking the back doors first he let Clinton in, leaving poor Caprice in her captured state. Clinton climbing in on her side sent the car's shocks into action. Big Boy!
"Sorry, I'm late." Dolan took the blame chuckling, "Dropped my daughter off at Daycare. Had to turn around and run back home for my chainsaw. I figure you can use it out at the Shoals in case Nick forgets to supply one. Back up if needed."
"That works. Gas can too?"
"Yep!"
"Are you two done bruising my blossoms?"
"Nope!" Dolan reached over and pinched her right nipple extremely hard until she cursed in a shrill squeal. "Now I'm done." He lowered the window allowing Caprice to escape and pamper her besties. Now they were tender. Getting in she left them out until seated. Buttoning up she pointed at him.
