Free Dreams and Desires by Paul Blades

him. But the energy he was conveying to her through his hand was too strong for her to overcome.
    As soon as the man caressed the tender insides of her thighs, Kelly felt the telltale signals of her arousal begin to rise. She looked at him, disconsolately. He was going to fuck her again, and she realized, miserably, that she was going to succumb to another bout of lust. When he placed his hand on her sex, her body shuddered. She could feel her moistness grow as he began to tease her cleft. She strained at her bonds and moaned her unhappiness. He might be the product of her secret desires, but that did not overcome her conscious shame and belief what she was feeling as a result of his unwanted caresses was wrong.
    Slowly, Kelly's resistance melted away. Her mind began to welcome the stroke of the man's finger. She shook and took a sharp inhalation of breath through her nose when the thumb began to stroke her hardened pleasure button. She tried to close her legs, to deny him access to her center of passion, but his strong arms kept them apart. Despite her struggle to deny it, she felt herself yearning for the man's cock to enter her.
    The dimensional traveler sensed the woman's desire for coitus. It was what he had been waiting for. He eased himself forward and placed his hips between her outstretched thighs. His cock was stiff with his own heat and he ran its head along the length of the woman's gash, pushing aside the engorged love lips. She moaned as he did so and raised her hips invitingly. Her nipples were hard, her breasts taut. Her chest and face had a fevered look. Her body seemed to melt as he entered her. Her crevasse was tight and hot and the pleasure he felt spread throughout him. He began a slow, steady, rhythmic stroke within her. She moaned and squirmed, abandoning any effort to deny her passion. A part of him reveled in her helpless surrender to his power over her. None of his previous interactions with other races had been this intense. What creatures these humans are, he thought as he felt the strong pulses of pleasure emanating from his manhood. His cock's need permeated all of his flesh.
    He could feel the woman's arousal grow higher and higher. Twice he stopped just before she came. She moaned and cried from behind her taped lips, begging him with her eyes to continue. He was poised above her, his arms locked and on either side of her torso. The only parts of their bodies that were touching were their loins, his hips and her thighs. When he resumed his cock's manipulations of her lusts, her body shook and she cried out from behind her sealed lips. His lusts had been rising too and he felt his sexual fluids cresting. Her pussy's first intense contraction triggered his climax. He groaned as he pumped his essence into her. She received it wantonly. His hips slapped against her thighs and she cried out at each stroke. His pulsing manhood sent him surge after surge of pleasure. Finally, his orgasm spent, he slowed and then stopped.
    Kelly was finding it hard to catch her breath. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She couldn't remember ever having come like this. Her brain had been overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure. Slowly, as her pussy's convulsions ceased, she began to recover her consciousness of where she was and what was happening to her. Dismally ashamed at her acute arousal, her wild exhibition of lust, she turned her head to the side and closed her tear filled eyes.
    The man eased himself out of the woman's place of pleasure. Part of him wanted to continue, to quickly rally his forces and resume their coitus. But for now, he realized, she had physical needs to be taken care of and, to his surprise, so did he.
    Rolling the unhappy woman to her belly, he unfastened the hogtie and released the bindings around her ankles. She uttered a sigh of relief as she was able to relax her legs after so long a time. He gave her a minute to enjoy her partial liberation while he admired the graceful slope of her