Dreams and Desires (39 page)

The slippery moisture from her pussy's discharge during her climax clung to the hard cock and it passed easily through the small star of her rear. As the shaft rasped across the sensitive tissue, Kelly moaned again. He had done this to her, she knew that. He had made her love the feel of his cock inside her most private place, made the sensation of his prick crossing the portal send sharp, electrical burst of pleasure through her body. But what difference did it make whether he had created this lustful response or found it buried deeply within her and brought it to the fore? What was important was to revel in each moment of his possession of her. She knew what he was doing. By fucking her there, making her submit to him in spite of her shame at the pleasure she experienced at this use, he was reminding her of his mastery of her. Here, in what had been her inner sanctum, a place she had infused with her personality, made her own, he was lord, not her.

The man had her hips pinned to the desk and was thrusting himself back and forth in her rear almost brutally. He was leaning over her and she could feel the heat of his chest on her back. Kelly felt that her whole body was going to explode with lust. She moaned deeply as the fire of passion spread from her electrified anal ring to her loins. When she felt his cock jerk and spasm, flooding her bowels with his essence, she came again, shuddering and shaking, letting the ecstasy of her completion thunder through her.

After the man came, he remained inside her. He was still stiff and Kelly could feel his energies from his cock seeping deep into her. He leaned back and caressed her spine and shoulders with his hard but gentle hands and she felt strong signals of approval and comfort flowing into her from them. Yes, he was her lord and master. He could take possession of her any time and in any way he wanted. He could be intent on world conquest and Kelly would not care. She couldn't live without him. She knew that.

As his semen diffused in the female's depths, Ramón savored the feel of her small ring of flesh around his pleasured cock. He had drunk well from the flow of lusts she had given off. He could sense her submission to him. But he would not leave her yet. He wanted her sated and dazed when he dealt with the young lab assistants. She would watch silently while he claimed them one by one. He wanted her to confess her own lasciviousness, her physical dependence on him, her wantonness for his possession of her. He eased the pressure on her hips until there was a small gap between his hips and her soft but firm rear globes. He passed a surge of lust to her through his cock. He wanted her to initiate the resumption of their coupling, to push back against him in need, to facilitate her own impalement by him.

The naked, auburn haired woman felt the man deliver to her a forceful pulse of passion through his lodged manhood. She cursed herself as damned as she realized she desperately wanted his climax inside her again and that the man was forcing her to confess it. Her body yearned to feel the resumption of the drag of his meat along her delicate rear tissue. She wanted to come again, to feel her body quake with passion. Slowly, she pressed her rear upwards, her mind begging the man to resume his stroking of her. When he did not respond, she brought her hips down and then pressed against him again. She groaned with need and she did it again and then again. Before she knew it, she was feverishly milking the hard cock that filled her rear. “Oh, please, please, fuck me, please!” her mind screamed. And then he finally gave into her psychic entreaties, pushing his cock deep into her, seizing her hips with his hands and guiding her back and forth on his thick rod.

Kelly came again as he did. She writhed underneath him as her passions ran wildly through her. When she was done shuddering and moaning, her pussy finally coming to rest, she pushed her bound hands forward and placed her face on her soft, green felt pad. Her breasts pressed against the hard surface of her desk. She could feel his fluids merging with her. She was dazed, satisfied. She was pleased the man had claimed her. She wanted nothing but union with him. Nothing else mattered.

Ramón slipped his cock from the female's body. He stood back, appreciating her naked, limp form. Her rear was lifted up from the desk and he could see her twin, satisfied portals. Her stockings made her body look alluring and emphasized the pale, nude, soft flesh above them. Adele ran out of the office and came back with a bowl of hot water, soap and a washcloth. She knelt before him and performed ablutions on his softened meat, soaping it up thoroughly and then rinsing it clean. He could feel her desire for him. When she was done, she leaned forward and captured the bulbous head of his cock in her mouth and suckled it gently until it stirred and began to rise to hardness again. Ramón pushed her head back gently. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth remained open for a few moments, pursed to receive him.

"Ohhhhh,” Adele sighed. And then, gathering herself, she announced she would get them all some hot tea.

Kelly lay still on her desk, not wanting to disturb her reverie. She didn't want the girls to see her like this, naked and spent, but she hadn't the energy to rise. Ramón took a seat in a chair by the door. Adele came back with three mugs of steaming tea and set them on the desk.

"We've got to get you up,” she told Kelly sweetly. She stood behind the bare skinned, drained woman and, taking her by the arms, brought her to her feet. Kelly felt her exhausted body sway for balance. Adele quickly restored her shirt to her body, pulling it up her arms, over her head and then down her torso. She then had her step back into her skirt, zipping it up behind her. Kelly was amazed at how quickly she was transformed from a naked harlot to the enticingly dressed teenager. It was if her escapade on her desk had been a fleeting fantasy.

Adele had thoughtfully placed a pad on Kelly's chair and she hiked the skirt up around her hips and sat her down on it. She caressed Kelly's face softly and kissed her on the lips. The dazed woman smiled at the gesture of kindness. “Adele understands,” she thought. “She's my friend and she understands."

Adele dashed out of the office and returned immediately with a hair brush and stroked Kelly's locks until they were strait and untangled. She then handed her a cup of tea and resumed her seat on the other side of the desk to wait.

Melissa and Felicity arrived together at five to nine in Melissa's beat up old Volkswagen Beetle. They were both drinking medium sized cups of Dunkin’ Donuts’ coffee. Felicity was tall, with long, straight, dirty blond hair that went down to her waist. Her face was pleasant and long, with pouty lips and a thin, graceful nose. Her blue eyes were starry and flashed with interest whenever she spoke to you. Melissa was shorter, short, actually, about 5'2", pixie like. She wore her chestnut colored hair long, like Felicity. Her eyes were large and brown and her eyebrows were dark and thick. Her pert nose was offset by large, plump lips. Her face was round and pleasing.

The girls had known each other almost all of their lives and had graduated Jacksonville High School last June. Melissa was a little older, having crested nineteen in September. Felicity's 19th birthday would be in March. They had both worked as interns at Dr. Jameson's lab during their senior year, moving up to full time positions in May when they had completed all of their courses. They liked Dr. Jameson and her assistant, Ms. Somers. Dr. Jameson seemed to them the model of what a woman should be, intelligent, educated, and successful. All except her personal life. Neither of them wanted to ever be 27 years old and without a boyfriend, lover or, better yet, a husband. Not that they couldn't wait for the bonds of matrimony. Like Adele, they were wise enough about the world around them to know what a mistake tying themselves down this young would be. Small town rumors of Ms. Somers’ escapades had reached them and they envied the older woman her exuberant life.

"Why aren't we going in?” Melissa asked her friend. “It's almost 9 o'clock."

"I want to wait until Chandra gets here,” Felicity replied.

"How come?"

"Adele usually has some dirty job to be done first thing on Mondays and I don't want to have to do it,” Felicity answered.

"How do you know she's not already there?” Melissa asked.

Felicity took a long sip of her hot coffee before answering. “I saw her mother's car still in the driveway when we passed her house."

"Oh,” was all Melissa could reply. It wasn't that the two pretty, white girls didn't like Chandra. She was, well, just kinda weird as far as they were concerned. All of the girls lived at home, there was nothing wrong with that. But Chandra's family was very strict and ran almost all aspects of her life. Melissa and Felicity had had the average American female high school graduate's experience with boys, but they knew for a fact that Chandra was kept on a very tight rein. She had taken her cousin, a big eared, pudgy kid with zits, to the Senior Prom. Her dress had been something out of the Fifties.

"So, did you go out with Billy on Saturday?” Felicity asked her diminutive friend. She wondered sometimes how the small girl saw over the steering wheel.

"Nah,” she answered. “I dumped him."

"You dumped him?"

"Yeah. He was a creep. A few weeks ago we went up to his dad's hunting cabin and he's been bugging the shit out of me ever since."

Felicity giggled. “Did you let him fuck you?"

Melissa giggled back. “Yessssss,” she said in pretended exasperation. “As a matter of fact, we fucked all day. At least, you could call it fucking. He's a point and shoot kind of guy. Every time he got near my pussy, he dumped his load."

Felicity gave out a huge, snarfy laugh. She had been taking a sip of her coffee and some of it ran up her nose. “Don't do that when I'm drinking!” she said.

"Sor-ry!” Melissa replied, amused. “Anyway, he's been trying to get me to go back ever since. Friday night I saw him at the Burger King and he started up all over again. I got pissed and so I dumped him.” She took a sip of coffee and then asked Felicity, “What about you? What'd you do?"

"Ohhh, Tommy Hughes and I went out to a movie."

"Tommy Hughes! You've got to be kidding! Since when!"

"Since last week."

"And what about Jasmine? Aren't they still going out?"

"She was away,” Felicity answered.

Melissa leaned over to her friend and asked her conspiratorially in a low whisper, “Did you do it?"

Felicity giggled again. “No, we didn't do it!” she answered, putting a large emphasis on the word ‘it'.

"Well, if you didn't do ‘it', what did you do?"

Felicity just smiled and put her coffee cup to her lips.

"Oh you sucked him off, didn't you?” Melissa shouted, amused and admiring.

"Mmm hmmmm,” Felicity hummed in confirmation.

"And?” Melissa insisted.

"And what?” Felicity asked.

"What was it like?"

"It was green with big purple bumps on it and when he came it sang Yankee Doodle Dandy, what do you think?” Both girls erupted in laughter at the visualization.

"What was his car like?"

"It was cool,” Felicity replied enthusiastically. “When he took off down the street you could feel the vibration of the engine all through your body. It made me kind of hot."

The girls fell silent for a minute, finishing off their coffees.

Finally Melissa asked Felicity, “Are you going to see him again?"

"Nah,” Felicity responded. “He's a jerk. In fact, all the guys around here are jerks. I keep telling you, we gotta to get out of this stupid assed town. I'm sick of it."

"Me too,” Melissa answered. “Maybe in the spring we can go to Florida or something. This place is so dull. Nothing ever happens here and if you don't put out, you'd never get a date.” She smiled at a secret thought and looked at her friend. “I'll bet you get a lot of calls after Tommy talks to his friends,” she said. Both girls laughed.

"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.