Dreams and Desires

by Paul Blades

  "Well, they better have hot cars or no blow job,” Felicity retorted. They laughed heartily again.

  Chandra's mother's car pulled into the lot. Felicity and Melissa sank down in their seats to make themselves inconspicuous. Chandra hopped out of the front passenger seat and slammed the door. She was wearing a large, dark brown overcoat. Her long black hair was in a braid behind her. Without saying goodbye to her mother or thanking her for the lift, she strode quickly and determinedly into the building.

  It had been another lousy morning for Chandra. She was sick and tired of her mother and her interference in her life. Chandra had wanted to wear this cute little skirt she had bought on Saturday at the mall in Slayton. It was short and somewhat tight around her hips. Felicity and Melissa always looked so hot and she was tired of looking like a school marm when she went to work. She was thin and shapely enough, and big breasted for an Asian girl. Her face was pretty. But every day when she left the house she felt as if she was a drudge no boy would ever want to date, never mind kiss.

  She had worn the skirt under her long, dowdy overcoat and had hoped her mother wouldn't notice. But just before they left, her mother had forced her to open her coat and there it was.

  A huge fight ensued. Chandra had stormed off to her room and slammed the door shut, vowing never to leave it again. Her father had come upstairs and pounded on the door prefatory to a lecture on respect for one's mother. Eventually, after a long cry, she had donned the calf length, purple skirt her mother had instructed her to put on and the light green round necked top she usually wore with it. Its neckline had a little frill of lace around it and showed about an inch or two of her bare chest, about as close as her mother would ever let her get to advertising the pleasing femininity of her breasts. She came back down the stairs, morose and contrite. There was no use struggling. Until she saved up enough money to get her own place she would have to live by her parent's rules. No boys, no sexy clothes, no fun. Half her money they took and sent back to India. Almost all the other half went to her tuition at the county college. But she was determined she would get out someday. She wanted to be a scientist like Dr. Jameson.

  Chandra had spotted her coworkers in the parking lot scrunched down in the front seat of Melissa's orange VW. She knew why and she didn't care. She didn't mind if Ms. Somers gave her the tough, dirty jobs. She figured it was the best way to let her and Dr. Jameson know that she was the best, most reliable worker. And the fact that the American girls would be later than she was was ok too.

  Chandra didn't get along with the two “native” American girls, although she was born here too and was as American as anybody. They were sometimes haughty and cool to her. Born and bred in the South, they naturally carried some of the prejudices of their forefathers. Her skin was dark, like some of the African American girls she had known at high school. But they didn't really accept her either. She was not, in fact, black, and shared little of their love of hip hop or dancing or ‘gangsta’ culture. She was the only Indian girl in the school. Even the two Japanese descended girls stayed away from her. But she didn't care. She would make it on her own. She would be successful and pretty and have lovers. She would!

  Kelly was startled when she heard the door to the lab shut with a loud ‘clang!’ The three of them had been sitting there silently for about ten minutes. The girls were late as they often were on Mondays, all except Chandra who usually was early. She had been holding onto her hot cup of tea with both hands and letting the warmth comfort her. It was the first thing she had been allowed to feed to herself in two days and she enjoyed the ability to decide for herself when she would take sips. It was strange to see the naked man sitting in her office drinking tea while she and Adele sat in the same chairs they had often sat in to discuss the upcoming business of the day.

  Adele put her cup of tea down on Kelly's desk and rose to go out to the lab area. Kelly's heart sank as she realized the time for the enslavement of the three sweet girls had come. What would he do with them? It hurt her to think that she had a role in their despoilment. But one stern look from her naked captor as he sat in readiness for them was enough to keep her silent. There was nothing that she could do.

  "Good morning, Chandra,” Adele greeted the Indian-American girl.

  Chandra returned the greeting. She had placed her coat in the closet and was putting on her lab coat when she saw the blinds had been drawn shut on Dr. Jameson's office. They had never been closed before. “Is something the matter?” she asked Adele, nervously. She knew money was always an issue for the lab, but she hoped it had not closed down. What would she do?

  "No, no, Chandra,” Adele reassured her. “Nothing's wrong. We're just having a conference, that's all. A meeting. Don't put your lab coat on yet. Dr. Jameson wants to talk to each of you one at a time to explain some changes that are going to take place here."

  A look of unhappiness spread across Chandra's pretty face. Her dark skin was clear and smooth. Her eyes, more black than brown, were exotic, with thick, dark eyebrows above them. Her lips were slim and delicate. They formed a small frown now. “Is the lab closing down?” she asked, fearfully.

  Adele laughed. “Certainly not. In fact we're going to be busier than ever. It's just that there will be some new rules and procedures and we want everyone to have a good understanding of them. So we're going to talk to you one at a time. Okay?"

  Chandra nodded, not quite convinced. She was about to ask another question when the other girls came in. They were still giggling about Felicity's joke.

  Melissa saw Ms. Somers and Chandra standing by the work bench. “Shit!” she thought. “We're all gonna catch hell for being late!"

  Adele made the same explanations she had made to Chandra to Felicity and Melissa. All the girls remained nervous. Nothing like this had ever happened at the lab and change was always difficult. If it was up to the girls, things would remain just as they were.

  "Felicity, why don't we go in first? You girls make your self some tea or coffee. It won't take long."

  The tall, lanky blond girl was unhappy at being selected first. Wasn't that the whole point of waiting for Chandra?

  Kelly watched the door expectantly. Ramón was seated so that when the door swung open, he would be behind it. He wouldn't be seen until the girl was well into the room. He looked at her and sent her a signal of warning, a mere taste of what disobedience would bring. Kelly had a momentary surge of illness in her body which was followed by a warm message of contentment and pleasure the dream man sent her afterwards. The meaning was clear, she could choose punishment or pleasure. But what was going to be done, would be done nonetheless.

  The door opened and Adele came in leading the young, long haired blond girl by the hand. She was wearing a pretty, dark orange blouse with a dark beige miniskirt. She had not yet doffed her high heels for the sneakers she wore while working. Her eyes lit up when she saw Kelly behind the desk. Adele swung the door closed.

  "Hiya, Dr. J.... “was all she got out. She had picked up the figure of Ramón in the corner of her eyes. Her face seemed to say, “Is there really a naked Mexican guy in Dr. Jamison's office?” She turned to look at him and Ramón captured her vision with his dark, piercing eyes. Felicity opened her mouth and then closed it, swallowing deeply. She looked back at Kelly and then back at Ramón and her eyes seemed to roll back in her head and her eyes fluttered. Kelly thought the poor girl was going to faint. Her body swayed for a few moments and then a look of satisfaction and happiness crossed her face. Her hands, which she had been holding out in front of her, sank to the fronts of her thighs where she rubbed them like she was straightening out her skirt. Her eyes were focused on Ramón's loins and the stiff prick he was holding out to her in his right hand. She looked at Kelly and then Adele, licking her lower lip. She looked back at Ramón, leaning towards him as if she was stuck in place. And then she walked the two steps over to him, fell to her knees and subsumed his rampant, thick cock between her lips.

  There was nothing shy or h
esitant about Felicity's treatment of Ramón's cock. She gripped it firmly in her right hand and slurped her mouth over it energetically. Her left hand sneaked under her short dress and was stroking the hidden treasure between her thighs. Ramón's head was tilted back and his eyes were closed as he absorbed the girl's pleasurable attentions. His hands were on her head, sending rewards for the girl's lustful exhibition and reinforcing her desire to please him.

  Kelly watched the young girl in lustful action, mesmerized by her alacrity in pleasuring her captor. Effusions of Ramón's lust was passing through the room and she closed her thighs and pressed her knees together in need. Adele was standing there behind the girl, watching with her own lustful approval.

  Felicity moaned and whimpered as she hungrily sucked Ramón's rigid meat. It did not take long for her to reach her first climax, her body shuddering and her head remaining motionless and impaled as her orgasm ripped through her. When it had crested, she eagerly resumed her task. Ramón's body stiffened and he groaned from deep inside his throat. His thighs quivered as his first lust laden ejaculation poured his essence into the young girl's accepting mouth.

  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Felicity moaned as she received it. Her free hand was still pumping wildly between her thighs and she shook and shuddered again as her pussy exploded with pleasure.

  Felicity made sure she excised every drop of Ramón's intoxicating cum before she released him. Adele helped her regain her feet.

  "Come on, Felicity,” she said, “we've got to talk to the other girls too, you know."

  It was like a light had gone on in Felicity's head. She stared at the dream man intently. She had discovered a purpose in life. She had never met anyone who inspired her as did the man. He had filled her brain with caring and affection, teaching her her worth, her path. She turned to look at Dr. Jameson. She saw her importance to the man, Ramón, as he called himself. Her boss had never looked so pretty, so radiant. She would do anything for her. She felt Adele's soft hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, Felicity,” she asked kindly.

  Felicity shook her head in affirmation and then giggled. It was so nice what had happened. Tommy's dick was nothing like Ramón's. She wanted to suck on it again, have its radiance inside her. Adele opened the door to the office and took her by the hand. “Come on Felicity,” she said softly. The girl looked at Kelly and smiled affectionately and then let herself be escorted from the room.

  When Melissa came in and her eyes met Ramón's for the first time, she stood for almost a minute staring back at him. Her body shuddered several times. And then, without ceremony, she reached her hands under her short, fluffy, pink and white, flowered skirt and pulled her thong down her slim, dainty thighs, over her knees and off of her feet all without taking her eyes off of her new master. She tossed the bright pink garment aside and stepped up close to Ramón between his legs. Taking hold of his stiff manhood with her left hand, she reached under her skirt and stroked her labia, probing herself until she was moist. She then climbed on his lap facing him and, guiding his tall, rigid pole to her slit, slowly lowered herself over it, moaning lowly, her head tilted forwards, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

  Melissa looked like a little doll as she crouched in Ramón's lap. His large, muscular body loomed over her. She pumped herself up and down slowly, her hands wrapped around his strong neck, her forehead buried into his chest. The point of contact of their loins was hidden under her small, but flouncy skirt. Ramón's large hands circled her head, adjusting her and sending his approval to her. When she came, she jammed her pussy hard down on Ramón's long cock, wanting it all inside her. Ramón came then too, causing the girl's tiny body to spasm sharply and then to go limp as her womb was suffused with his essence.

  Chandra was waiting impatiently for her turn. Why was the dirty, brown skinned girl always the last, she thought miserably. She was going to be fired, she knew it. Even Dr. Jameson, who had seemed so nice and encouraging to her, apparently preferred the light skin of people similar to herself. It didn't help that Felicity was all giggly and smiles when she emerged from the office. Chandra asked her what had happened in the office and she just giggled some more.

  When Melissa came out, Chandra was ready to walk out the door. The small statured girl had a smirk on her face. “So everyone is in on the joke except Chandra,” the Indian girl thought.

  Ramón sat in his chair, the reverberations of his orgasms flowing through him. He had converted the girls as quickly and as delicately as he could. They would need some more work. As to their sexual acts, he had left it up to them, merely exciting their minds beyond their control. Felicity had been surprisingly skilled at giving oral pleasure. She truly loved cock sucking and had developed the fetish as a way to gain acceptance with boys, who she was extremely nervous around. Melissa, he learned by probing her, loved the close contact of skin to skin and craved the strength and security she found in the arms of the opposite sex. Their lusts were young and untrammeled, giving off a sweet taste as he fed on them. The passions of his familiar and her friend were heavier, more complex and flavored, like the wine his blond servant had fed him the day before for lunch. He anxiously awaited the next girl, looking forward to the pleasure she would give him.

  Kelly's guilt about what was happening to her charges was rising rapidly. She saw how Ramón had struck them with his will, altered them with a thought. She had never seen the side of them they displayed when they voraciously satisfied their sexual appetites on his body. Chandra was next, dear, sweet Chandra. Her dismay began to grow critical, competing with her passionate response to the radiation of lust throughout the small, warmly decorated room.

  "Come on, Chandra, you're next,” Adele said pleasantly after returning Melissa to the lab. Chandra looked at her supervisor suspiciously. Something was going on here and she didn't like it. Felicity and Melissa were huddled together, giggling. Were they preparing some huge practical joke on her?

  But it was Adele's pleasant smile, her outstretched hand and her resident need for obedience that finally got her to move. When she turned the corner of the door to the office and saw Dr. Jameson's distressed face, she halted. Adele took the edge of the door and swung it closed. Her heart stopped when she saw the naked, dark skinned man.

  But Chandra's concern only lasted a moment. Her brain was quickly awash with feelings of pleasure and tranquility. She saw who the man was, a great man, someone she should follow. She had been looking for some way to transfer her loyalties away from her suffocating family. This man was offering her everything she wanted. She would do anything for him.

  Kelly watched the glow of happiness spread across Chandra's face. She envied her her joy but, at the same time, wondered fearfully at the man's powers. On Saturday, he had needed to stroke and caress Adele in order to convert her to his will. Was he getting stronger? More dangerous? What did that impend for her?

  Suddenly, the tranquil Chandra began to cry. Her body had been sending her irresistible signals of lust for the man. Her hands rubbed against her belly and her lips opened passionately. But then she broke into tears.

  "Oh, Chandra,” Adele said concernedly. “What's the matter?"

  "I don't know what to do!” the grieved teenager cried out. She looked at Adele miserably. “I never have ... I mean I haven't...” and then she became unable to speak due to her sobs.

  Adele stepped towards her and put her arms around her, hugging her. “It's all right, Chandra,” she told the forlorn girl. “I'll help you."

  The tall, blond woman led Chandra to the awaiting dream man and guided her to her knees, taking a place beside her. She lifted the girl's delicate chin until it was level with Ramón's cock. The girl stared at it with a mixture of desire and alarm. Adele took her hand from her side and led it to Ramón's manhood. “Just hold it for a minute, honey,” she said gently. “See what it feels like."

  Chandra put her hand to Ramón's tool and circled it with her fingers and palm. Her eyes widened a she felt its radiance flow into her hand, up her arm and into
her body. “Ohhh!” she said. She looked up at the dark haired man. He had a peaceful, comforting look on his face and she felt these emotions pass into her.

  "Now stroke it, Chandra, softly.” Adele instructed her. Chandra returned her gaze to the source of her amazement and pulled gently on the tube of meat. Her lust was visibly growing higher and higher. “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned again. “It's so.... I don't know."

  "Now give the end a little kiss, Chandra, feel Ramón's cock give your lips a bit of his energy."

  Chandra pursed her lips and hesitatingly connected them to the very tip of Ramón's prick. She moaned as its power was transferred to her. Adele let her languor in the flow of pleasure through her body for a few moments. “Now open your lips and circle them around the head until the fat part is in your mouth,” she told the girl. Chandra parted her lips and as the head of Ramón's cock entered her mouth, her eyes closed to slits and she sighed deeply. Her hand was still languidly stroking the long, thick shaft. She closed her lips around the helmet to Ramón's prick, her thin cheeks bulging with its presence.

  Kelly was overwhelmed with lust at the display. Chandra was a beautiful, sweet girl and she looked intensely erotic as she knelt to service the dream man. She yearned to place her hands between her thighs and stroke herself, caress her breasts, do something to alleviate and satisfy her growing need but she knew she dared not. Even if he did not see it, he would read it in her mind and punish her later. Chandra's body was more than exotic. It seemed out of some ancient, Indian painting, a temple girl pleasuring one of their many gods. Her long, black braided hair lay down her sinuous back. Her face was a mask of ecstasy. Her thin, graceful arm extended from her body, terminating in long, delicate fingers circling the manhood of her deity. Kelly could feel the exuberant flow of her captor's energies, making her yearn for him, wishing it was her mouth and lips circling the pleasure giving prick.