Dreams and Desires

by Paul Blades

  Ramón watched he tableau in front of him. The blond girl was pretty and he would fuck her again. It was as if he was a high priest and the pleasing blond woman was his acolyte, assisting him in making holy the vessel he had chosen. The mouth of his familiar was well trained to his needs by now and the bond he had established made their passions run a loop between them. It was like a large particle accelerator in which their lusts ran round and round, getting faster and faster, building up their energies to a critical mass.

  The first time Kelly came, she gripped the man's cock tightly with her lips, unable to move until the powerful contractions of her pussy's walls began to ebb. Adele's hands seemed to know just what to do and when the long, thin, sensitive fingers of her gentle hand began to stroke the distended lips of her labia again, began to tease the hard nubbin at their apex, the bound woman quickly felt her lusts rise once more to critical proportions.

  When Ramón's hard prick began to throb and spasm, jetting his cum out in powerful spurts, Kelly came again. Adele was caressing her clit with impassioned fervor and squeezing her breasts and nipples tightly. Kelly received her dream man's cum with bliss while Adele leaned her mouth next to her ear and whispered softly and slowly to her in a low, husky voice, “Ohhhh, baby, take a good, long drink. Take it all inside you."

  Strangely, to Kelly, the presence of her friend's body next to hers, the fact she was displaying her manic, irresistible passions to her, seemed natural and good. She would not be alone with her obsession any more. Adele would accept them, help foster them, facilitate her surrender of her will to the dream man.

  Adele helped Kelly lean back once the man's ejaculations had ceased. She was intoxicated from the effects of the man's cum. Adele took her by the shoulders and gave her a long, loving kiss, her tongue washing the inside of Kelly's mouth, lingering there until both women gave out low, passionate moans. Adele pulled her head back and looked earnestly into Kelly's eyes. “I'm going to take good care of you, Kelly,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed her again, her hand on her auburn haired friend's breast, cupping and massaging it lovingly.

  Adele then leaned back and patted Kelly on the head. “I've got to get going,” she announced matter of factly. “Just leave the dishes, I'll get them when I come back.” She rose to her feet and dashed into the living room. Through her haze, Kelly could hear the sounds of her friend getting dressed, especially her huffs and puffs as she pulled her tight jeans up over her hips. Her hard soled sandals made sharp clicking sounds when she returned to the kitchen.

  "I need some measuring tape, honey, where do you keep it?” Adele asked innocently. Kelly looked up at her. Her heart froze. Was she permitted to speak to her friend? Would she be punished for even thinking about it? Ramón looked at her sternly and then at Adele. She seemed to recall something and then said apologetically, “Oh, sorry. I'll go look in the bedroom."

  Kelly would have told her to look in the bottom drawer of the bedside table on the right. She was glad she hadn't. Unhappiness seized her as she wondered whether she would ever be able to speak to her friend again. Would she ever be allowed to resume normal human, oral, verbal communication? Or communication of any kind whatsoever?

  Ramón was pleased his familiar had resisted the natural urge to answer her friend's question. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a surge of pleasure as a reward. Kelly's eyes closed and she swooned. When she opened them again, Adele had returned and had a long string of paper tape in her hand. “Found it!” she announced proudly. Ramón stood away from the table and the blond woman proceeded to take his measurements. She measured his neck, his shoulders, his arms and his waist. She knelt before him and took a measurement of the top of the inside of his thigh to his ankle. When she looked up, she noticed his flaccid sex hanging in front of her. She seized it with her lips and began to suck on it hungrily. The man let her continue until his piece was long and hard and then he gently pushed her head away. Adele was out of breath and her face was flushed. “Wow!” she said. She looked over at Kelly. “Save some of that for me, honey,” she said smiling. She took a deep breath and bent down to measure the man's feet. “These aren't feet,” she said, “they're boats."

  The thin, shapely, blond woman rose from her knees and wrote all of the measurements on a little pad Kelly kept for taking notes by the telephone. Kelly's pocketbook was next to it. Adele rooted around in it until she found Kelly's wallet and then pulled out her credit card. She looked at Kelly. “Sorry, honey, I'm all maxed out.” And then to Ramón, “I'll be a few hours. I've got a lot of stops to make. I'll bring home Chinese."

  The happy blond woman gave Kelly a little wave and then proceeded into the living room and out the door. Kelly heard her car engine roar to life and pull away.

  They were alone again. It felt strange to Kelly. The house was so silent. Adele had come and gone like a whirlwind. It was odd. She had been humiliated and ashamed for her friend to see her in her naked vulnerability, had cried when she was compelled to give in to her insatiable lust and mouth her dream man to orgasm while she watched. Now that she was gone, she missed her. She had brought a light, airy presence to the house and now she was left with the foreboding, silent man who had enraptured her. Still kneeling near the end of the kitchen table where the man had left her, she nervously tested her bound wrists as she fretted about how she and the man were likely to spend the next few hours. He was standing there watching her, stroking his excited member almost idly.

  Ramón was very satisfied at how well things had gone. He had spent a lot of time working on Adele's mind when he was fucking her and the results had exceeded his expectations. He had intended the blond woman become his sexual auxiliary for the female he had bonded with, but getting down on the floor and stroking the bound woman to orgasm had been the blond woman's idea.

  Kelly gave a little moan when the man approached her and took her by the arm. He lifted her from the floor and led her to the bedroom. Her pussy was already watering when he lay her down and fixed her wrists to the head of the bed. When he spread her legs, raised her knees and entered her, her body shuddered with pleasure.

  * * * *

  Adele didn't return until after seven o'clock. She had been gone about five hours. The man had made love to Kelly several times in the interim, each time coming in her at least twice. For a long time, after first driving her to a body wrenching orgasm, he had left her kneeling on the bed with her legs spread wide, her hands tied before her to the shiny brass headboard, her forehead pressed to the mattress, ready for continued use when he deigned to return. Her loins burned with the expectation of him. She kept her eyes closed, trying to deny her growing lust, her aching, blood filled breasts. She could hear him wandering about the house, looking into closets, opening drawers. Her whole body tingled with expectant desire, both yearning for and fearing his return. Her proffered orifices yawned with need. She was like a cannon, ready to explode. When she felt the bed behind her sink as he climbed on it, her stomach fluttered with anticipation. When he entered her from behind, and she felt the thick, hot cock spread her inner passage, her orgasm erupted instantly, as if he had pulled her trigger.

  When she heard Adele's fifteen year old Mercury climb the hill outside the house, she was crouched on the man's lap on the brown couch where she had often watched TV while working on her laptop. She was facing him, her knees raised on either side of his chest, her feet on either side of his hips, and she was impaled on his manhood. After their most recent bout of lovemaking, he had brought her to the living room and started examining her laptop. She knelt on the floor, her hands bound behind her, watching. She was amazed at the speed with which he ran through her research notes and the stored versions of her various papers. She had downloaded a number of technical journals and he raced through them as well. After a long period of watching him, her need for him began to grow and she bit her lip and moaned. He messaged for her to come and be near to him and she crawled up on the couch and settled next to him on her knees. S
he leaned against him while he worked, absorbing his pleasurable energies through the contact between their bare skins. One thing had led to another and he had pulled her onto his lap. She had stroked him passionately with her pussy, raising and lowering herself feverishly until they both came and had then settled to rest on him as she was now. His cock, true to form, was still hard, and, after her thrilling climax, she had closed her eyes and leaned her head upon his shoulder.

  For the last 20 minutes or so, the man had held her body close to him with his strong, right arm while gently and affectionately stroking her long, burnt orange hair with the other. She had remained in place, peaceful and satisfied, in a state of semi-consciousness, dozing on and off, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her arms bound behind her, while she laconically absorbed his cock's mesmerizing energies through the walls of her soft, satisfied sex.

  This time, Adele entered the house without the ceremony of an announcement. She burst through the door, her arms full of bags and packages. When she saw the lovers joined and ensconced on the couch, she came to a halt and whispered, “Sorry.” She quietly carried her treasure trove of goods into the bedroom and he kitchen. She had to make three trips. When she had gone back to the car the first time, Ramón had started a gentle probing of Kelly's lush gash, moving his cock almost imperceptively with his hips. By the time Adele returned from the car with more packages, Kelly was moaning with pleasure and was responding by slowly raising and lowering herself over the man's thick, hard pole, clenching her pussy's muscles around it firmly each time she ascended, and then softening them to ease her descent.

  When she returned the third time, Kelly was stroking Ramón's cock enthusiastically, on the verge of her crisis. Her face was to the door and through her lustful haze saw the blond girl stop in her tracks and gaze at her and the man longingly. Adele carefully placed her packages on the floor and then sat on the edge of the easy chair that was turned to face the couch diagonally near the door. Her face was a mask of admiration and lust while she watched the lovers couple. When she started to come, Kelly moaned loudly and buried her face in Ramón's strong left shoulder, turning away from the disconcerting gaze of her blond friend, blocking from her mind the picture of her female admirer, as the warmth of the dream man's discharge flooded her womb.

  As the lovers came to rest, Adele got up and sat down nest to Ramón on the couch snuggling against him. He turned his head and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss. When their lips parted, Adele asked him hopefully in a low, saucy voice, “Got anything left for me, sailor?” Ramón signaled his assent and the blond girl got to her feet and started stripping off her clothes, throwing them around the room wildly. She eased the dazed Kelly off of the man's lap and had her kneel on the floor where she could watch. She climbed on Ramón's lap and pushed her pussy down over his still solid rod.

  When she had engulfed him fully, she gave out a loud sigh, bent her head back and shook her mane of shaggy hair. “Ohhhhhh, yes!” she moaned. “I've been waiting for this for five hours. I think the front seat of my car is all wet,” she said gleefully.

  The lithe, young, blond woman roared to orgasm quickly and Ramón sent her a copious stream of his essence. Kelly was still stupefied from her own lovemaking, but the sight of the thin blond girl bouncing up and down on her dream man's lap, her large, pale breasts dragging along his chest, excited her. Adele was very vocal, and when she came, her screams echoed through the small room.

  Adele and the man rested in their coital embrace for several minutes before either one of them stirred. Adele's pale skin melded well with the man's dark brown hue. When Adele came to life, she climbed slowly off of Ramón and gathered herself before announcing that the Chinese food was getting cold. She rushed into the kitchen and Ramón followed her, leading Kelly by her arm. There were six grocery bags on the table and Kelly knelt on the little dark orange rug Adele had placed there for her earlier and watched while the naked young woman rushed to put things away. She had bought more fruit and milk, several kinds of canned beans, a wide variety of cheeses, vegetables, nuts and whole grain cereals, among other healthy things. It was quite unlike Adele, who liked barbecue, bacon, hot dogs and potato chips. When she produced the ice cream, she lifted it and said “Ta ta! This is for after dinner."

  Dinner went quickly. The seating arrangements were as before. Adele tried to show Ramón how to use the chopsticks. She was unsuccessful and so he ate with his fork. The blond girl maintained a pleasant, diverting monologue, laughing and giggling while the others ate, turning to Kelly continuously to proffer her a piece of this or a piece of that. Kelly felt like a baby bird feeding in its nest as Adele angled above her the long, flavorful lo mein noodles. She would bend her neck back, peering up hungrily at the worm like object and suck it down greedily to her friend's repeated amusement. Kelly was happy to have her second, warm, satisfying meal of the day. Adele and Ramón kept up a steady stream of caresses to her while she ate, keeping her lust on a slow burn. Although her lips were free, and Adele kept throwing rhetorical type questions at her such as “Do you remember when...?” or “Wasn't that funny that time....?” and, “Did you ever wonder....?", the contented, aroused woman was not tempted to reply. Adele served them each a single scoop of dark, rich, chocolate ice cream afterwards. Kelly watched as Ramón luxuriated in the flavor, his eyes closed, a smile on his face, as he let the cold, satisfying substance melt in his mouth.

  Adele did the dishes. Before doing so, she brought Kelly to her feet and moved the orange rug close to Ramón's chair. Ramón had turned it towards Kelly expectantly. Adele guided Kelly to her knees and, while Adele cleaned up, the respected research scientist, overwhelmed with lust and pleasure, slowly suckled Ramón's cock until he released a lazy, long discharge of his hot essence into her.

  The trio adjourned to the living room when Adele had finished the dishes. After placing Kelly on her knees, Adele announced she wanted to show off the goodies she had purchased. She ran into the bedroom and ran back, her pretty, large breasts swaying and jumping. There were several large, plastic bags marked “Wal-Mart” and a smaller bag with no printing on it whatsoever. Adele knelt next to Kelly and reminded her, “I told you I was going to get something for your lips.” Kelly recalled gratefully her friend's solicitous concern at the irritation to her upper lip when she had eased the infernal duct tape off of her mouth earlier that day. Adele reached in the bag and produced a short thin, brown leather belt. The belt widened in the middle and a thick, long, wide plug of leather stuck out of it. Kelly's heart dropped when she realized what it was. It was a gag! Her friend had bought her a gag! She couldn't believe it. The blond girl's benign and seemingly scatter brained treatment of her suddenly seemed ominous. Her friend had revealed herself not only as an enthusiastic witness and facilitator of Kelly's captivity, but as an active accomplice, a co-conspirator in her debasement.

  The distraught, bound woman moaned with dismay as Adele presented the obscene object to her like she was making some kind of offering. She looked up at the man, who was following Adele's actions with great interest. He was looking at her sternly, as if warning the young woman not to be disobedient. There was no doubt in Kelly's mind that everything Adele did was at this man's command or, at least, done consistent with his approval and in his interests. Why did he want her to feel so unhappy and degraded, she asked herself miserably. She had done everything he had wanted. She was completely in his power.

  Adele presented the object to Kelly's mouth. “Come on, honey,” she said almost sympathetically. “Open up and let me put this in. You don't want that nasty tape, now do you?"

  Kelly pressed her lips together and started to cry. She wanted to shout out her protest at her treatment, wanted to shake her friend out of her macabre eagerness to assist the man in turning her into a sex crazed slave. But, in addition to her terror of the man whose gaze was piercing her, she knew her entreaties would be useless.

  A tear escaped her right eye and rolled down her soft, pale chee
k. Although she knew it was what the man wanted, what he demanded, she couldn't bring herself to voluntarily submit. Adele placed her hand on the side of Kelly's head and stroked her wavy, reddish brown hair. “Come on, Kelly,” she said. “It's not so bad. I tried it on at the store. You don't want Ramón to punish you, do you?"

  At this last comment Kelly felt a stab of fear go through her. No, she didn't want to be punished. Her body shivered at the mere suggestion of it. It wasn't just the intense misery she would feel, it was the unhappiness she experienced at the thought of his disappointment in her. She wanted to make the man happy. Why did he want to inflict this on her? She had been quiet; she would stay quiet.

  Ramón watched his familiar struggle with herself. He regretted her unhappiness. It was important she understand her role as a completely controlled entity. Tomorrow, they would be going into the outside world. She would have to obey religiously his dictates with regard to her behavior. She had to discard entirely any idea she had any right to independent thought or action. She would make no communication with anyone without his express permission which would, once the appropriate adjustments had been made to her working life, be given sparingly, if at all, and then only when it was absolutely necessary. And so she had to be silenced now. And, like the bonds that held her arms behind her back and made her hands useless, the gag would be a forceful reminder of her isolation, her new singleness of purpose, to serve him. She was his creature now and would depend on him for everything. Only their relationship, their bond should matter to her.

  Kelly saw the determination on the dream man's face. Slowly, meekly, she parted her trembling lips. She watched Adele's face as the pretty blond woman slid the thick wad of soft leather into her mouth. She looked pleased at Kelly's acquiescence. She leaned over and buckled the ends of the belt together behind her head. As she did so, her large, soft breasts pressed against Kelly's chest. Kelly could smell the aroma of the woman, a feint, flowery perfume, a hint of sweat, the earthy odor of skin. Suddenly a shocking thought occurred to her. Had the man done something to her? She and Adele had spoken many times about their aversion to girl on girl sex. “I'll never fuck anything that doesn't have a cock attached to it!” was the way Adele had put it. And yet the aroma of the other woman's body sent a quiver of pleasure through her.