I was in the security ward of the hospital even though the threat to me was considered diminished. Even so, I tensed up when I heard the door to my room open. A silhouette figure approached the bed, and I soon realized that it was one of the night duty nurses. I only knew her name as Nurse Jones. She was a black woman with a very pretty face, a firm shapely body and a saucy ass that I would love to ride. Was this a dream? Was she really here in the room?
"Oh, you're awake, baby?" she said very quietly as she stood next to the bed. Her perfume smelled good and her voice was husky, and I felt the stirrings in my loins as my cock began to swell. Yes, I was becoming sexually aroused, even here in the hospital. I was injured, not dead.
"Mmm, you're doing much better." Nurse Jones said, and I wondered why she was being so quiet, speaking in such low tones. It felt surreal, as if it was a dream.
"And you're doing just fine where it counts the most." she said, noting the bulge where my cock was tenting the sheet, her hand sliding carefully over my chest and abs to my loins. I was throbbing by now.
"You just relax, baby." she said, "and let Nurse Jones take care of your needs. I know just what to do to make you
all
better." I felt the sheet being pulled back, followed by my useless hospital gown, the cool air feeling cold. The cold didn't feel like a dream, I thought as Nurse Jones's warm dry hand take hold of my cock.
"Oh baby, that's a nice cock." Nurse Jones said quietly, but I detected the excitement in her voice.
"Ohhhhhhh...." I whispered as I felt her kiss the tip of my cockhead, then take my length into her hot, wet mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft nearly to the base then back up again, sucking hard as her lips clung tightly to my inches, never breaking contact.
"Mmm, so good baby." Nurse Jones whispered as her tongue circled my cockhead, her left hand massaging my aching, very full balls while her right hand gripped the base of my shaft and began pumping it. "Mmm, that is fine white cock, baby, and I love sucking it. Does that feel good, baby?" Not waiting for my answer, the beautiful black nurse swallowed my man-sausage and began giving me serious head, deeply sucking me as her hand stroked me harder.
"Oh God, that feels good!" I answered. "God damn, that's so good!" I had not had sex in days, and the shocks of pleasure racing through my loins and my spine were intense, competing well against the pain of breathing too hard and too deeply.
For the next several minutes the room was silent except for the occasionally slurp and kiss from Nurse Jones's mouth as she expertly fellated my cock. She was incredibly good, and I could tell that she was very aroused by her actions... and perhaps by the fact that she was a black woman sucking my white cock. The thought of our interracial liaison added to my excitement also; it felt great to have a black woman sucking my dick! The thoughts, coming after the spell of days without sex, soon built up and I felt my nut rising hard and fast.
"UHK! OH! UNH!" I gasped, trying to stifle my voice. Exquisitely pleasurable pain rocked my cock and balls, followed by the immense joy of release as the first huge spurt of my semen rocketed into Nurse Jones's throat. She moaned as jolt after jolt of my pent-up seed escaped from the prison of my balls and coated her throat.
My cock was still throbbing and pulsing when Nurse Jones licked up the last of my jism from my cock. She drank some water from the bottle on my bedside table, then used a washcloth to clean off my loins of the evidence of the fantastic oral sex she had given me.
"Mmmm, so tasty." she cooed. "You're one tasty white man, Detective Don. I'll be back for more of that." With that she was gone, silently walking out of the room, leaving me to wonder if that was reality or if it had been a dream within a wonderful dream...
Part 19 - The Trap
"I fully expect to hear from the kidnappers long before any official ransom message comes out." I told Cindy and Hugh in the MCD room after the meeting in the chief's office. "They want me to come alone, and here is what I think they'll try to do." And sure enough, they did what I expected them to do.
The train tracks that came out of the west and turned straight south at the northwest corner of town were essentially the western border of the town. Everything west of that was open, flat farmland. At 11:00pm, I received a phone call on my cell. The voice, which sounded like a man high on drugs trying to read a script, told me to go to a location in the better neighborhoods in the northern section of town.
"I expect them to tell me to drive south on one of the farm roads on the west side of the tracks, then I'll be told to come back into the town." I told them before leaving. "They're going to do this to make sure I'm not being followed by another car and that there is not anyone else in the car with me. I'll take one of the police SUVs, since the windows are bulletproof to small arms fire, in case they ambush me, but I don't expect it to go down there. You guys stay alert and in one of the four positions where we've staged cars."
"So how will we keep track of you?" Hugh asked.
"You can track the GPS and the radio on the police car." I said. "I'll also keep my police cellphone open and connected with you, and will tell you of any instructions or changes that happen." Our cellphones had special apps so that police could keep connected as if we were on a phone call.
"Won't they be concerned seeing you in a marked police car?" Cindy asked, pleasing me that she was astute enough to figure that out.
"Bobby Joe Graves is pretty stupid." Hugh said. "He probably won't even think of that."
The chief handed me the bag as I got into the SUV in the police dept. parking lot. "It's all real money, but half of it is marked and there are homing devices in the bag and one of the bundles of bills." he said. "Don, be careful." The man was clearly worried, and he shook my hand as if he were sending me into a combat situation from which he did not expect me to return alive...
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I reached the first location and my personal cellphone rang. As expected, the voice told me to head down County Farm Road 5, which was through open fields headed straight south alongside the railroad tracks. Just as I approached a road that would turn east back into Town into the "Warehouse District", just north of the slums district in the southwest of town, the phone rang again and the voice said turn east onto that road. I did so, calling in my location on the police cellphone, receiving acknowledgement.
This was too easy, I thought, foreboding entering my soul for the first time as I came into town. They've got to have some trick up their sleeve, I realized, and just hoped I'd be able to handle it and get backup to the scene quickly. I was worried about the children; they would be hostages and possibly be used as human shields if there was any police action.
Coming up on the left was the Crawford Mattress factory, followed by the Ward Harvester plant. Ward Harvester didn't advertise it out loud, but they also made farm chemicals, including ammonium nitrate.
At that moment, a text message came up on my personal cell. It was not the same number of the phone calls, and it said simply "Ward, back entrance."
"HQ, this is Rover." I called into the police cellphone as I approached the back entrance of the plant, which was open. No one was at the guard gate. "HQ, Rover, I'm at Ward Harvester, back gate. How copy?"
There was no reply.
I looked down at the phone. There was no signal to it. I got onto the police radio that came with the car and attempted to call in. There was no response; only static greeted me. I told my location into both the cellphone and police radio mike, hoping that my message would get through even if their reply wasn't getting back to me.
