Dreams and Desires

by Paul Blades

  The buzzing in her sex soon had Kelly writhing with desire. The man had closed the bedroom door when he left and the only sound she could hear were her own soft moans as her lusts began to build and the feint sound of the toy buried in her depths. The denial of her sight make the feelings in her body more intense, as of there was nothing else in the world but her impassioned body. When she felt her first orgasm coming, she tried to fight it off. She didn't want to come this way. In fact, it made her yearn for the presence of her captor's thick prick in her body, his hands on her flesh. Her breasts ached, breasts that were forbidden to her touch even if she could have somehow have freed her bound hands. She clamped her teeth on the faux penis in her mouth lustfully.

  Kelly's pussy teetered on the edge of climax for a long time. Each time it threatened to explode into mind wrenching pleasure, she fought it back. And then it came. Anguished at her inability to control her own body, she clamped her bound thighs together tightly. She pulled at the chain that fixed her ankles and wrists to each other, writhing and moaning into the darkness that blanketed her. Her orgasm never really subsided completely. It faded into soft spasms in her pussy and then the relentless vibrations started her passions rising again. It was as if someone had turned on the lust button in her brain and had neglected to turn it off. Her second orgasm was harder, more forceful than her first. To her dismay, the vibrations continued.

  It was just after her third, wrenching climax that she heard the door to her room open. She sensed the presence of her dream man. She had no idea how long she had been lost in the darkness, deep in passion's throes, but she welcomed the arrival of another being into her solitary universe. She felt his eyes roaming over her naked, abjectly bound form. The bed lowered behind her and she felt his hands on her rear globes and the probing of a finger at her private place. The man was lubing her small, rear aperture.

  "Oh, no!” Kelly's mind screamed. “I couldn't stand it! Please don't!"

  The chain that connected her limbs had some play in it and Kelly felt her hands pushed to the side, close to her hip. She felt the tip of the man's hard cock probe against her rear entrance. Her passions soared as it slowly and easily entered her. When it started to stroke across the tender tissues, it sent a rapturous wave though her body. His strong, warm chest pressed against her back. Kelly pulled futilely at her confined wrists and ankles. She strained to open her encircled thighs. But she could not escape the man's excruciating administration of pleasure to her. She was totally bound to his will, denied movement, sight and sound. All there was was him. All that had been done to her was at his behest, for his pleasure or purpose, as they case may be. His heavy hand seized her breasts, massaging each one in turn, sending heavy pulses of his lust through her body. She heard him groan as he pleasured himself in her bowels. The sensation of her vibrating pussy and clit and the fullness at being doubly penetrated was overwhelming. Her impassioned cleft resumed its contractions of passion and her body shook as it received them. She cried out when she felt the man's cock begin to pulse and throb across the sensitive membranes of her rear entrance and the warmth of the spread of his radiant seed inside her.

  When the man's passion was spent, he turned off the vibrator in her pussy with the remote Adele had left beside her on the bed. Kelly gave a long, grateful sigh. Her body was limp with its exertions and her mind was filled with bliss. It felt like it had been stuffed with soft cotton that muffled everything else but the residues of her bout of lust. She lay there quietly, a bound prisoner, while the man went to the bathroom to clean himself. When he returned, he released the connection between her limbs and tenderly rolled her to her back. He pulled the blindfold off of her eyes and released her gag. She peered into his steely eyes with adoration for him, grateful for the life of bliss he had bought her. Taking hold of her breasts, he gave her a long, soothing, approving kiss.

  Kelly knelt mesmerized by the table during dinner. Adele had reheated the cheese and bean burritos and made some fresh green beans and salad. She was dressed in her blue jeans and a pink top with a low, scoop neck bordered by frilly, white lace. Kelly wondered why she had not stripped herself naked as she had on Sunday. But the combination of her mesmerized state from her long session of passion, the good, warm food and the occasional pleasure giving caresses of her dream man, negated any real concern she had for an answer to that question. Adele had reopened her unfinished bottle of merlot, and the sensuous feeling the tart, fruity beverage gave as it went down her throat made her feel happy and content.

  While Adele cleaned up, she pleased her captor as she had after every other meal in her home since he had arrived. She was surprised but content when he had her continue past his first ejaculation until he had sent her mouth a second, effusive, radiant discharge of his essence, triggering yet another series of pleasurable spasms in her sex.

  Adele had finished the dishes and she lifted Kelly to her feet. She guided her entranced friend to the hallway where she placed the orange rug on the floor and had Kelly kneel. Kelly barely registered it when she bound her ankles together with a short chain and fastened her wrists tightly to them. Her friend affixed a chain around the exposed pipe that ran up the wall and fastened her in place. The black mask had been dangling around her neck since the end of her session with the vibrator. Adele lifted it until it covered her eyes again.

  The enraptured young woman tried to focus on the significance of being restrained as she had been Sunday when she and Ramón were waiting to Adele to appear. She sensed her dream man kneeling in front of her and then his hands held the sides of her head while he gave her an impassioned kiss, sending his messages of affection and warmth to her. When his hands and lips left her, she felt her gag probe at her lips and she dutifully parted them to accept it.

  Adele spoke to her while caressing her breasts and belly tenderly. “Ramón and I have to go out now, Kelly. I'm sorry that we have to leave you alone, but we'll be back as soon as we can, I promise. We can't take you with us or we would. But like I said, we'll be back just as soon as we can."

  Through the haze of her mind and body's reverie from her use by the dream man, Kelly heard Adele's words. “Going out?” she questioned. “What? Where?” She heard the sharp report of Adele's hard soled boots on the kitchen floor, the jangling of keys and then sensed her passing by her. Ramón's footsteps followed her to the front door. It opened and closed and a moment later, she heard her car engine start and the sound of it pulling away from the house. And then, there was silence.

  Kelly had been deprived of sight, but also, as a result, of all sense of time. The darkness in which she had been left made the glow of her body and the stupefaction of her mind more intense. For a long time, she knelt in place, relishing the feeling of the man's essence suffusing through her body. But eventually, little by little, the reality of her confinement and abandonment started to creep into her consciousness. The sounds of the house, unnoticeable when people were present or when her mind was able to concentrate on what had been her regular, daily tasks, reading, watching TV, surfing the net, even sitting back in her chair drinking tea and thinking about her day, became loud and ominous, emphasizing her solitude. Her dream man had left her. Where had he gone? Why had he left? She began to feel her separation from him in her belly, a slow, gnawing need for his reassuring presence. As time went on, dragging slowly by, her questioning of herself became more intense as did her physical symptoms as a result of their separation. How could he leave her like this? Was he really coming back? Why couldn't she go with him?

  And then her hunger for the man started to grow in her loins. Her breasts started to yearn for his touch. She cursed herself for it. It was like a drug she had become addicted to. She pressed her thighs together and leaned her torso forward as far as it would go, stretching her bound arms, straining her shoulders. She tried to fight off her tears of loneliness and despair. Why had she let herself become his slave, she fretted. What did the man want with her? Why hadn't she run away when she had the chance? The
whole thing was like a continuous, extended psychotic episode. She had been entranced into becoming some kind of weird plaything for the man, had cast away everything important to her. Why was he treating her this way? Had she done something wrong? Was she now less than a person? At this self suggestion, the miserable young woman began to cry.

  * * * *

  It had been about 7:30 when Ramón and Adele had left the house. It was now about 9:45. Ramón was sitting naked at a small, polished wooden table, pouring over a sheaf of documents, in room 512 of the Starlite Motel out on Route 246, the very place where Adele's ‘date’ on Friday night had tried to tempt her to. He was not alone. Lying naked on the bed, face down, asleep, her arms scrunched under the cheap motel pillow, was Mr. Hardings’ personal secretary, Hannah Greene.

  Mrs. Greene had showed up at the motel room sharply at 8 P.M. as per instructions Adele had given her over the telephone shortly after Ramón had returned from his meeting with Hardings. Ramón had been sitting on the bed, naked, waiting for her. She tapped timidly on the door and he walked over and opened it. She was still wearing the turquoise, long sleeved, shirtwaist, knee length dress she had worn earlier that day. It had a modest ‘v’ neck that revealed a chaste portion of the dark brown skin of her chest and just the beginnings of the interior curves of her full breasts. Her face was startled and her eyes widened when she saw the nude, coffee colored man at the door, but she took his hand when he offered it and stepped inside.

  Hannah was carrying a large, brown imitation leather handbag. The edge of a 9x12” manila envelope peeked from the top. She placed the bag down just inside the door and followed Ramón's lead until she was well inside. Ramón had been sending her intent messages of passion through his hand and when he let go of hers, the handsome, fortyish woman stared at him for a moment as if trying to decipher his instructions. Then, licking her broad lips, she reached behind her and began to unbutton her dress, staring at him in wonderment. When it was unbuttoned and she had pulled the bodice down to reveal her sturdy, white cotton bra and had slid her graceful arms free, she kicked off her shiny, black, thick heeled shoes and then stepped out of it. She was wearing sheer, black tinted pantyhose over a pair of blue and white flowered panties and she pulled them off, revealing thick, but trim thighs and a wide, black, hairy bush. She released the covering over her full, round breasts and dropped her bra to the floor.

  The black woman's face was showing the signs of a developing lust. It still had an aspect of puzzlement to it, as if she was finding it hard to believe she was in a motel room stripping in front of a man she had just met today and had spoken maybe five or six words to. But her concerned look faded when Ramón retook her hand, transmitting strong messages of assurance to her along with a stoking of her passions, and guided her to the bed.

  They had made love for the better part of an hour. The woman's flesh was soft and full, luxuriant. Ramón took pleasure in exploring the deeply shaded skin, darker even than his, finding its hue rich and exciting. When the dream man penetrated her, she sighed deeply with passion and gripped his body tightly to her. When she came, she thrust her hips at him urgently, crying out a deep, throaty moan.

  Ramón probed her mind while they rested after he had delivered a second, satisfying orgasm to her and flooded her womb with his entrancing essence. The dream man reveled in the deep, rich textured of the woman's emotions. They were complex and flavorful, not unlike the tart, rich wine he had consumed with dinner. He found inside her a desperate loneliness, a permeating sorrow. Her inner nature was passionate, giving. He was amazed at the font of love and affection the woman's psyche harbored. Her heart contained a wellspring of caring that for a long time had no one to drink of it.

  Ramón learned Hannah had lost her husband three years before. He was a supervisor for the Virginia Highway Department and had been struck and killed by a tractor trailer while on a maintenance job on Highway 15 in Petersville. They had been married twenty two years. Gaylord had worked his way up from a laborer to supervisor. They had raised three kids together, all of whom were now pursuing successful careers. Taylor and Lincoln, the twins, had graduated from state college by now and were working as store managers with the beginnings of families of their own. Lawanda was a senior at Gartersburg State College and was looking at business schools. They would never have made it without the help of Mr. Hardings. The State pension was not enough to finish the financing of the kids’ secondary educations. Hardings had paid the tuitions and supplemented Hannah's salary.

  The 44 year old widow had more than gratitude in her heart for the older, white man. She had watched him mourn at the loss of his own wife of 35 years three years before Gaylord had died. He was still mourning and Hannah's heart went out to him. She saw his inner goodness and need, but the barriers of race and Hardings’ inbred reserve had prevented her from reaching out to him. That and the fact she was afraid Hardings would see her expression of love for him as mere repayment for his charity.

  Ramón could see the intense conflict he had caused the woman in compelling her to produce printouts of Hardings’ files. He eased her concerns, bringing her to believe in the greater good it would serve. He had needed to spend a long time with her, delicately redirecting her mind to an intense belief in him without disturbing her primary loyalties and beliefs.

  It had been years since Hannah had experienced the pleasure her body could give her and Ramón gave her a full measure of it now. She eagerly and gratefully pleasured him in return, her soft lips scouring his body before lustfully encompassing his manhood. Her body shuddered and shook with delight each time he emptied himself into it, firmly fixing the bond between them.

  As the woman slept peacefully, Ramón was going over the computer printouts selecting a list of files for the woman to download and turn over to him for review the next day. He had no need to write them down, he would transfer the list psychically to the black woman before she left. She would be eager to cooperate. He was matching the names on the files with information he had drawn from her during their union. He was going over the last page when there was a faint tapping at the door.

  One of the several errands Adele had run while he had been making love to Hannah was to obtain jump drives Hannah could use to deliver Hardings’ confidential computer files to Ramón. He would use the information to develop changes and improvements to Hardings’ products and processes. He was confident he could produce innovations that would be immediately profitable to the entrepreneur. The problem was how to approach the man, how to win his confidence and cooperation. Hardings, because of his government projects, would have access to many of the strategic materials Ramón would need. The financial benefits Hardings would receive would pay for them. But he was a hard nut to crack. He was scrupulously honest and a straight arrow morally and ethically. He was strongly religious. W.C. Fields said you can't cheat an honest man and Hardings was a good example of that. Not that Ramón would cheat him, but the aphorism applied equally to the inability to corrupt an honest man. Hardings would not be prey to the allure of wealth and power Ramón could easily offer him. He could make Hannah his slave, or any other woman for that matter, not to mention the desirable file clerk Ramón had met earlier that day. But, from what Ramón had read from the man's mind during their meeting and what he could glean from Hannah's mind, he would not bite at that bait.

  Adele came into the motel room carrying a little bag from Radio Shack. It held five jump drives to be given to Hannah to take with her. Ramón put the papers back in the envelope and walked to the bed to awaken the slumbering woman. She stirred slowly and smiled at him. Adele had knelt next to the bed and leaned over and kissed her, stroking her curly, shoulder length black hair. Hannah took no umbrage at the young, blond woman's gesture of friendship, and kissed her back. Ramón had placed in her an affinity for his servant and he was happy to see that the two women were able to share affection.

  Hannah dressed quietly, unembarrassed at her nakedness before the young white girl. She kissed
Ramón passionately when she was done, receiving from him reinforcement of her commitment to him and assurances of the propriety of serving him. She took the plastic bag with the jump drives in it from Adele and left.

  * * * *

  When Kelly heard the car pull up her driveway, her heart leapt. She had been crying on an off for the longest time. Her physical need for release was tearing at her. In her agony, she had cursed the dream man and her friend, promising herself she would escape from them somehow, that she would not give in to her need for the man, succumb to his rapture. But when the door opened and his familiar footsteps approached her, all other thoughts than her need for him passed away. He placed his hand on her head, removing her blindfold and peered into her desperate eyes. She felt joy and relief he was back.

  Adele knelt next to her as well and released her bonds as the dream man disrobed before her. “I'm so sorry, Kelly. I'm sorry it took so long. We won't leave you alone ever again, I promise,” she told her remorsefully.

  Kelly threw herself into Ramón's arms as soon as she was free. He removed her gag and they kissed fervently. He could feel the pain that had been stored up in his familiar and he was touched by it, remonstrating with himself at his fault in producing it. He passed a warm flow of soothing energy to the auburn haired woman as she pressed her body against him hungrily. Her need for him was intense and she clenched her hands against his back, drawing him into her. He was sitting cross legged on the floor and she was atop of his lap. Her hands ran wildly over his shoulders and arms while she drank at his lips.

  Kelly was frantic at her need for the man. She absorbed his essence through her hands and her mouth, but it was her sex that needed him most. She reached under herself and took his hardened cock in her hand, stroking it with desire. She lifted her body up and poised the hard rod at her already moistened portal and enveloped it, taking it inside, giving a deep, satisfied sigh as it filled her.