“Will your mother?”
“She must. I live for my Kami.”
“What is this, Kami? Kamikaze?” Newton tilts his head in thought.
“In Japanese it translates to divine wind.”
“Sounds like Nicky has gas.”
“Kami would mean Divine Being. My master!”
“I have heard enough for one night. Whatever Newton dictates I expect you to follow.” Rayna claims her basket of yarn and the shawl then gets out of her recliner. Leaning over Newton, she kisses him goodnight. “Wipe your chin. You are drooling.” Dawn flared her eyes at that possibility. Whether he could see her or not his senses knew everything he needed. A naked young woman is hard to forget. Melon juice! Only melon. Of course, Dawn had two. Nice thick seeds at the tips too. Yeesh!
“Goodnight grandmother. Sleep well.”
“I somehow doubt that. And I have dresses to make for the Sage girls. I shall not be productive.” Gone! Dawn felt like crying but resisted. Head held high she awaited Newton to either continue his judgment or…
“A good thing we have a DVR. I have missed my show.”
“I am so sorry that I distracted you.”
“You have always distracted me, Lillian Dawn. Not in this way, this nudity, but by you simply being my pride and joy. I will not stand in your way. I will confer with the elders about the society once they accept your deeds over the next few days. Should they oppose or make suggestions that do not involve your daily requirement to be here on the REZ, it will be up to you and Nicky to convince them otherwise.”
“Thank you, grandfather. May I go to bed?”
“You may.” She like Rayna leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. In raising his hand to pat her own cheek he brushed her breast, feeling her aroused nipple by accident. He said nothing.
“Might I suggest one thing grandfather?”
“Ears!”
“My point exactly. You might want to wear earplugs to bed. Share them with grandmother. Kami ordered me to play all night long and be quite vocal.”
“Ah! The white man’s world.”
“He’s Hispanic.”
“Ah! The man’s world.”
“I’ll throw away your melon peel and rinse your dish. Goodnight grandfather.”
“Goodnight my distraction.” Rayna would feel her husband getting frisky within the hour. The serenade would alter her perception. A good night it was.
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10:00 PM! Caretaker! The apartment of William Gullivant and girlfriend Veronica Redmane.
Neighbors were rather intrigued by the sounds of Veronica screaming her head off. Most of them guys on the other sides of their thin walls. To be frank their entire floor was all single guys. Only one of three had a girlfriend and more often than not she was never there, working late at a local Truckstop up the coast 18 miles in Londale. Not one of their neighbors would dare call the cops, all of them loving the cute and foxy V and her ofttimes exhibitionism when Will wasn’t looking, like checking the mail wearing a sheer nightie just to tease them. She hadn’t sought out sex with anyone up until Mindy Biles former fling earlier in the day, but that was just her acting up with distance between she and William. She learned her lesson, still learning it as a matter of fact.
Ever since they had gotten home from the Shoals, Will’s sexual appetite was making him a beast. Not only did he destroy her out on the road in front of Harbinger, but he had also let Clinton Biles take her too. William fucking Clint’s wife Mindy as a fair-trade moment. That was so very unlike Will, but again just prior to that Will had the opportunity to fulfill his fantasy of fucking Midnight Amador, Veronica’s lifelong bestie, V Midnight’s only true friend. His life was taking leaps and bounds in the confidence department since then. Even more Nick Sanchez hired him to be Midnight’s daily groomer. His first paycheck, believe it or not was the purchase of a new vehicle tomorrow with Veronica’s father taking them car shopping rather than work at the Shoals. Life was too good to be true.
Even Veronica had a temporary job, not one she really wanted, that might be at the local strip club down the road on the REZ. Nick paying her well to care for Irene Amador over the next couple weeks while Irene’s sister Tilly and her hubby Sheldon went on vacation, it was the least she could do. Irene was always her surrogate mother when growing up. Tonight, was more a celebration. This night even the neighbors toasted the loving couple. Beers clinking on the wall and voices heard saying, “TAKE YOUR GIRL HARDER WILLY.” Will hearing them chuckled, “Damn straight!”
For three hours straight Will had shocked even himself in hitting his whore longer than he had ever gone. He felt like a God towering over her. It likely had to do with the drug Nick Sanchez sneakily had the boy ingest, X-AP347. A designer drug that energized the sex drive and adrenal glands to epic heights without the blood pressure being overtaxed. A miracle drug that illicit drug companies sold for millions to the rich. Nick Sanchez however had his own chemist on payroll improving its performance eighty-fold. Lasting as long as the urge was there to fuck or stimulate the thoughts on it. For those such as Midnight Amador and Dawn Bearpaw that drug was the next best thing to Kami’s will. Will? Intriguing word.
“OH, MY GOOOOOOOOOD WILLLLLLLLLL!” Veronica could never lose her singing voice. She was beyond the term nympho on a daily basis. Faithful only to a close leash outside of her tendency to masturbate in front of Will’s dad or whomever she found eager to watch her. In her case she was most days glued to Will’s hip being madly in love with him, but the desires to tease were constant. Whatever got into William today she prayed he never came down from whatever high he was on. His dominant attitude had jumped next level since talking with Sanchez, even going so far as getting rough and forceful in his attempt to make her understand that she was his whore. No more of this playing behind his back bullshit. What he allowed was on him. In her case she was on borrowed time if she acted on her own. Will wanted his own slave and dammit he had her. It was just making her see things HIS WAY!
The bed soaked in sweat and cum Will nutted for a sixth time just since coming home. Body gradually reducing the effects of X-AP347 his strength waned, yet his head was craved to hear his slut cry out his name. Veronica’s body quaking heavily at his nonstop assault was finding it difficult to even see with clarity, her eyes had been rolled back for nearly forty minutes straight, orgasm after orgasm. Her man was definitely on a roll tonight. The second he even slowed down her mumbles recited a lengthy chorus of, “Nonononononono!”
Another round of his neighbor Marvin Berg rallying Will to keep on going, Will took that as time to show off his dominance. If he were to be V’s master like Nick was Midnight’s and knowing how sexy it was that Nick shared his slave, he had to swallow his pride and either set himself up with failure or gain Veronica’s permanent loyalty. Pulling out of Veronica’s spilling cunt he slapped her ass hard. Leaving the bed first, he beat his fist on Marvin’s wall, “HALLWAY! 5 MINUTES!” then ventured to the wall on the other side of the room. “HALLWAY! FIVE MINUTES!” Adjoining neighbor Forrest Brentmeyer laughed and put on his trousers only. Lying in bed jerking to Veronica was better than any porn.
Veronica still mumbling, “Nonononono”, without a breath between wept at his loss within her. “More Will! Give me more!” Nodding at her he made the brash decision to grip his girl by her long raven hair and yank her viciously from the bedding. Balance fumbling due to numb limbs she essentially puppet walked, half crawling from the bedroom to the front door of their apartment. Squealing at the pain of her hair tugging sharply at her scalp but loving his new persona, she made the trek with respect. “ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!” Again, no oxygen in between. Her pussy weeping heavily left a trail over their tan carpeting until he opened the door.
Hauling her right out into the outer hall and hurling her to the exteriors golf course green carpet she faced the starry skies above. A breeze coming in off the outdoor staircases to each level was refreshing to Will’s flesh, his dick stiff as thick rebar. “ON YOUR BACK! PLAY!” he shouted at Veronica. Whimpering heavily there was no argument, as if there ever was in her mind. Knuckling her cunt with four fingers, knowing what she required in this instant she squirted repeatedly. Shrieks of hormonal outburst led both Forrest and Marvin to open their apartment doors. Even further a few new arrivals from two other apartments had heard the siren call and came out to investigate.
Circling her like a lion Will sneered down at her. Spitting on her from above at each of the four directions on the compass. Feet! Chest! Face! Cunt and knuckles! She accepted his distaste of her in the moment. Peering up at the onlookers, each hard and obvious, Will grinned, “I know you bastards fantasize over my bitch. Admit it!” Not one denied that assessment.
“I’m going to bed. Her bed is on this floor until 4:00 AM. If you have condoms use them. If not, face fuck her only. No hole is off limits. Do not go easy on her. I’m setting my alarm and she better be on her knees begging for more when I come back for her. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, NEIGHBORHOOD?” No arguments there. Three went straight for their bedrooms to find condoms. Marvin just went for her mouth. Hanging around just long enough to hear V gurgle and gag on a healthy seven-inch erection Will went indoors and slammed his door. They even heard the deadbolt lock.
FIRE AWAY! No more Mister Nice Guy!
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Londale, South Carolina was not terribly far from Caretaker, yet up the coast, inland away from the immediate surf. Not a big town mind you but it had a few things going for it. Strip clubs! A sizable Truckstop near an overpass off the interstate, a sole hotel attached to a bar that didn’t bother to compete with the strip circuit, simply a rugged outpost amid the chaos. Known for its owner primarily, a no-nonsense retired ex-Marine. One Winston Richards! Big motherfucker who could easily have been a wrestler. Standing at 6’4, 300 pounds of muscle and tattoos, handlebar moustache and crewcut scalp he was definitely respected. Billiards and slot machines, darts and even an ax bar theme. On a weeknight in these parts however things were relatively quiet. Not for long!
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