by Paul Blades
When Hannah had brought him to orgasm and received his discharge and another wrenching climax of her own in exchange, he kissed her and passed on a new set of instructions. She received them gratefully and hugged him and his servant warmly before she dressed and left. Twenty minutes later, he and the blond woman arrived back at the farmhouse.
The girls’ eyes widened when they heard the car pull up the driveway. Having exhausted their own lusts and Kelly's, they had spent the last twenty minutes or so kneeling in front of her, holding hands, admiring the bound woman as if she were some kind of idol to worship, reaching out occasionally, to stroke or caress her. Kelly had spent a long time looking back at them. Her eyes kept drifting down to their newly shaved love lips which they proudly displayed between their widened thighs. Each time she saw them, she was reminded of her own hairlessness. Adele had been right about how it made her pussy look. It was like an invitation to fuck.
And the freedom with which they had explored her body made more stark the fact that the areas of her body that brought her pleasure were beyond her reach. The girls had marveled at how soft and smooth her pussy was, but she had not touched it even once since Adele had first shaved her. Melissa and Felicity had both suckled at her breasts, massaged them with their hands, pulled and teased at her nipples, actions that were denied her. Her own desires to sample the alluring flesh of the pretty, lustful girls was frustrated by her bound hands. She had longed to run them across their soft, youthful skins, measure the heft of their breasts, caress their loins, bring them pleasure as they had brought it to her. But what she wanted was of no importance while she was under the dream man's tutelage. His will ruled everything, even access to the pleasing flesh of his young acolytes.
In spite of the girls’ efforts, Kelly's need for the presence and touch of the dream man had grown steadily through the night. It had become a burning within her. When she heard the sound of the car's engine and the crunch of its tires on the gravel, she rejoiced. When the door opened and the compelling form of her captor walked in, she felt her need surge within her.
"Hello everybody, we're back,” Adele announced gaily as she removed her coat. Melissa and Felicity had turned their bodies to the couple when they entered. Their eyes were pinned on Ramón while he undressed. Adele walked up to them. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she got a good look at their bare sexes. “You've shaved. Look how pretty they are Ramón! Well, if everybody's going to go commando, I guess I'll have to too!” she said, laughing, her hands affectionately patting the young women's heads.
The blond woman stepped over to her friend. “We're home, Kelly,” she said, stroking her hair. “I'll bet you had a better time than you did last night. Let me get you unhooked and Ramón will see to you right away."
The blond woman unfastened Kelly's bindings to the pipe behind her and loosened her ankles. She eased her to her feet and led her a short distance into the living room and brought her back to her knees. Kelly was looking up at the naked form of her dream man lustfully. He knelt before her and, after removing her gag, gave her a deep, soulful kiss. He caressed her breasts, exciting her and then moved behind her and spread her legs. She bent her torso down, her forehead to the floor, in anticipation of his use.
Kelly had felt a rush of desire as the man placed his hands and lips on her. Her need was so great she quickly overcame her shame at being fucked in front of the young lab assistants. The man caressed her flanks and her rear with his pleasure giving hands, sending waves of lust through her. She gasped when she felt his cock press between her labia and sighed deeply when he entered her from behind.
She came noisily, conscious of the other three women watching her. She received the dream man's essence happily nonetheless. When he had let his manhood finally slide from her, Adele raised her torso to a vertical position and all of them kissed her. “Come on, honey,” Adele said to her sweetly. “You've got to have your bath.” And to the pretty young girls, she said. “Ramón is going to thank you for taking care of Dr. Jameson. Now don't wear him out, he's got some work to do."
The dream man took the two smiling girls into the bedroom as Adele led Kelly to her bath. After Adele bathed her, Kelly lay sedated in the hot bath water, soaking in the luxuriant bath oil, her wrists confined to the towel rack above her. She could not stop thinking of her dream man servicing the pretty, young girls in her bed. Although it was closed, she heard a long, repeated series of youthful moans through the bathroom door. From the tone, it sounded like Felicity celebrating a powerful climax. It made her pussy burn and she tightened her thighs together and sucked on her gag in a futile attempt to suppress her lust.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom in her chains, shaved and pleasured by Adele's adept tongue and lips, the girls had left. Ramón gave her the benefit of his attentions for close to an hour before she was led off to bed.
* * * *
After Tuesday, the week went on fairly uneventfully for Kelly. She spent her mornings reviewing emails and was even permitted to take a few telephone calls. Under the watchful eye of her captor, she assured her mother she was fine and had just been busy. She spoke to her grant administrator twice and once to an old friend from medical school who had called repeatedly. After each call, the dream man gave her to drink from of his mind numbing essence and she spent the next several hours blindfolded, gagged and bound to her chair, as if to erase her memory of her brief resumption of verbal, oral communication.
Once her usefulness for the day was finished, Ramón would make a concerted effort to return her to a state of hazy consciousness, befuddled by her desires. Adele gave her many papers to sign and fielded all of the calls. The girls would come in and out of her office at will, often coming upon her in the midst of union with the visitor, or shortly thereafter, dazed, lying on the floor or sitting in her chair with her skirt raised and her shirt up around her chest.
There were things going on around the lab Kelly couldn't fathom. She was kept mostly in her office with all the blinds drawn, but occasionally during the day, for instance when Adele or one of the girls escorted her to the bathroom, she would be out in the lab proper. She had heard the sounds of construction work, but was surprised when she saw workmen coming and going and that a door had been broken through to another part of the building. Her concern at the strange goings on would last only until Ramón caressed her breast or stroked her head, sending yet another wave of comfort and warmth to her, making all of the dissonance at what was happening go away.
The girls were kind and solicitous towards her, especially Felicity and Melissa, kissing her and giving her warm caresses whenever they had the opportunity. They stayed mostly in the lab though, except when they received their daily doses of Ramón's essence at the beginning and end of each day. On Thursday night, they had come over to mind her again while Adele and Ramón went out. This time, they were allowed to free her from her disconcerting mounting to the pipe in the hallway with the understanding she should remain otherwise bound at all times. They took her to the bedroom and affixed her wrists to the headboard of the bed, alternating between making love to each other and to her. Their sexual activities had become more daring and they each took a turn mouthing her to pleasure while the other kissed her and caressed her breasts. When Ramón returned, Kelly saw that Adele had taken him on another shopping spree and that he was wearing a rather sharp off the rack suit, a dress shirt and a colorful silk tie. After he undressed, the girls lay on either side of her while he plowed her burning furrow and then, to the captive woman's shame, raised her knees to her chest and spilled himself in her rear while she moaned and shuddered with pleasure. Felicity had begged him to take them that way too and, as Adele was escorting Kelly to her bath, she saw the blond girl lubricating Melissa's back passage. The tiny, brown haired girl knelt on the bed, her breasts crushed on her knees, an unsure and apprehensive look on her face as she turned to watch what was going on behind her.
On Saturday, the girls came around again while Adele took the dream m
an out for driving lessons. They came back around four o'clock and Adele announced to Kelly that they were having a little party for Chandra that evening. Melissa and Felicity seemed to already know about it and they helped Adele prepare some dishes and appetizers in the kitchen.
It was just after 7 P.M. when Chandra's mother dropped her off. Kelly was just emerging dazed and sated from her daily solo session with her vibrator and the follow-up love making with her dream man. The house immediately took on an aspect of gaiety, with all the females kissing and hugging the young Indian girl. She was dressed as she was when she came to work, a plain, colored top and a long, heavy skirt. But she looked to Kelly happier than she had seen her all week. Twice, she had come into Kelly's office while Adele was there and cried while the blond woman held her in her lap, caressing her and whispering consolingly in her ear.
Kelly was way past any concern for her appearance, and she knelt peacefully, naked and bound by the table, while the other women and Ramón happily ate the dinner Adele, Felicity and Melissa had prepared. Everyone except Kelly had dressed for dinner, an unusual circumstance since most of the time everyone went around the house naked. The solicitous women took turns feeding Kelly with a little bite of this or that, caressing and kissing her when she took it in her mouth. Chandra seemed shy and reserved, nervous about something.
After the main course had been completed, Melissa and Felicity, giggling like school girls, escorted Chandra in to the bedroom. Kelly knelt, gratefully receiving her lord's discharge while Adele cleaned up. Through her sex induced fog, Kelly could hear the girls running out of the bedroom and into the bathroom and back again. She was resting on her knees, her head in her captor's lap, receiving blissful strokes of his hand on her hair when the three girls finally emerged together. The two white girls were dressed in short, lacy, white negligees. Each of them had in their possession one of Chandra's hands and they were leading her into the kitchen. When Kelly looked up and saw her she was amazed. The girls had worked a marvelous transformation of the Indian girl. She was wearing a dark red, lacey babydoll held up by straps which ascended her chest from her breasts and tied off behind her graceful, bare neck. The hem came down about one third of the way down her thighs. The lacework mingled with the sheer, dark red background, giving a hint of the bare, brown flesh beneath. The hem and neckline were bordered by black satin with a small black bow tied off in the deep ‘v’ of the bodice. Her graceful thighs were encased in sheer, red, self supporting stockings that had a four inch wide band of lace at the tops. Her thick, jet black hair had been loosened from her seemingly permanent braid and was flowing all around her body, down to just above her round, pronounced hips. The girls had painted her fingernails and plump lips bright red and had accentuated her dark, sultry eyes.
The Indian girl was smiling nervously as she followed the lead of her two white friends. Her feet were adorned with bright red, high heels and Chandra's gait was a little unsure as she balanced herself as she walked. They brought her right up to Ramón and presented her long, delicate hands to him. He turned his chair to face her and took them in his. Kelly sensed the surge of lust and comfort the dream man sent to the young, dark skinned woman who shuddered as she received it, leaning over and presenting her parted lips to him.
Ramón had known, of course, that the young Indian girl was to be presented to him tonight for deflowerment. But he did not expect her to be presented so alluringly. The girls had adorned her with perfume and a musky, flowered scent emanated from her body. He received the offer of her lips and he felt his lust grow as their tongues intertwined. He could sense her apprehension but also her pride in her impending womanhood. When their lips parted, she eagerly drew him from his chair.
"Isn't she pretty?” Felicity asked Adele, happy and proud of her and her friend's accomplishment.
"She's as pretty as any girl I've ever seen,” Adele answered her wistfully.
Kelly just stared at the apparition. Chandra had undergone a transformation. Gone was the awkward, prim youth she had hired almost a year ago. Instead, Chandra had the appearance of a sultry Rani, an Indian princess. She felt the lust emanating from her dream man and felt a surge of her own. What was the strange man doing, she thought. Was he creating some kind of harem for himself? But she knew his purposes went far beyond the sexual enthrallment of beautiful women. Somehow, he fed off of their lusts, drew power from them. She was concerned for the young woman, who had seemed to her, until now, childlike. She had a moment's tug of jealousy. He was her dream man, after all. But watching the girl's happy face as Ramón caressed her cheek, Kelly could not gainsay the girl's eminent happiness, her eagerness for union with the dream man, could not begrudge her her opportunity for ecstasy with him.
Ramón took the young girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. The room was lit by two large, flickering candles on each side of the bed, creating a dream like atmosphere. The girls had turned down the bed and strewn it with rose petals. The excited girl tossed off her shoes and climbed onto it eagerly. She knelt there, her legs folded under her, her delicate hands poised on her thighs, watching lustfully as he drew off his clothes. Her chest was heaving slowly with her growing passion, her firm breasts trembling beneath the exotic garment. Her eyes were wide with expectancy and her red glossed lips were wet and parted.
"What passions these creatures have,” Ramón thought approvingly as he climbed on the bed. “And what depth of emotion and feeling.” He could sense the girl's adoration of him, a mindset that had grown of its own accord from the seed he had planted. She saw in him the redemption of her years of pining for beauty, love and acceptance. Her belief in his goodness was unquestioning. And he saw what a special moment this was for the girl. These humans invested so much in the performance of the sexual act. It was odd they shrouded it with so much mystery, and yet it permeated their thoughts all throughout the day. He hadn't compelled the other women to frenetic sexual activity, he had merely released the gates that bound in their libidos and strengthened their affection for each other. They had done the rest.
Kneeling in front of her, Ramón took the girl's head in his hands and encouraged her lusts while he kissed her again. Her lithe arms circled around him, drawing him to her. Her firm breasts were squeezed against his chest. He felt his cock, grown to hardness, pressing against her belly. He took his hands and untied the straps of the negligee from behind the girl's neck and pulled the bodice down, revealing her round, dark brown orbs. Her nipples were succulently long and fat and were surrounded by the wide, flat circles of her areolas. He placed his hands on her virgin breasts and caressed them lovingly. He knew this introduction into the world of adult passion was a special moment for the girl and he intended to give her all the affection and warmth he could. It was an appropriate exchange for the gift the girl was making of herself to him.
Chandra moaned with pleasure when he put his lips to her teats, sucking on them softly, running his tongue over and around them. He eased her to her back and drew the lacey, red garment over her hips, down her thighs and off of her legs. She was wearing a pair of dainty, matching panties consisting of a triangle of red silk held around her waist by a gossamer thin band of ribbon. He kissed her belly, letting his tongue wash her skin, absorbing her salty taste, the smoothness and firmness of her young body. When he pulled the panties from her loins, the impassioned girl lifted her hips and knees, facilitating the exposure of her secret place to his pleasures.
The young girl's eyes were soft and wet with tears of happiness when Ramón took his place between her opened thighs. He had stroked her sex to fullness, teasing the sensitive lips, tenderly massaging the bud of pleasure above them until her pussy opened like a blossoming flower. She was ready for him, eager for his possession of her. She sighed when he presented his stiff cock to her lush gates, probing the interior with its bulbous head. He entered her slowly while she moaned with bliss, her thighs pressing against his, her arms draped around his back.
T
he dream man could easily have spared the girl the pain puncturing her hymen would bring. But he sensed the tearing of the membrane and the brief spasm of pain it brought was like a rite of passage for the girl he did not wish to deny her. When he felt his cock push against it, he pressed his lips down upon hers, intertwining their feverish tongues, stoking the girl's lusts. He gave a strong thrust with his hips. The thin barrier held for a single, timeless moment and then he was through. Chandra moaned with pain, her hands and arms squeezing him tightly, her hips retreating, her thighs shuddering. “Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned softly. He was deep within her and he broke their kiss, pausing to let the girl recover from her pain. Looking into the beauty of her strained face, he emitted a surge of radiance, rewarding her for her bravery, granting her a vision of the lustful pleasures that awaited her.
The girl lay still for a moment. He felt her absorbing his energies, reveling in her fullness. Her eyes had been clamped shut as he penetrated her. They opened now, full of wonderment at the feel of his thick cock within her and of pride at her accomplishment. Tears started to flow from her dark, alluring eyes as she stared back at him. “Oh, Ramón,” she moaned. “I love you so much."
Sensing the girl was ready, the dream man began a long, slow, luxurious stroke within her. “Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned again, this time not with pain, but with pleasure. “Oh, god!” she called out. “That feels so good! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
