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“Lust Leading the Blind” Prologue My paranormal instincts must have led me to the place where I could incorporate my twisted sexual fantasies with my career. As I stepped into the huge room at the Counsel for Blind Leaders wearing a thin blue spring dress with no panties on yesterday, mischievous thoughts swept through my mind. I’d heard that the blind’s keen sense of smell is enhanced by their limited to no sight. I wondered if the group of men that sat at the table playing games could smell the scented oil mixed with the natural flows of my pussy juices. The naughty woman inside of me refrained from asking. In my softest, yet most distinctive voice, I spoke to the group of men, “Good afternoon, Gentlemen. Could you please point me to the administration office, preferably Mr. Himmings?” The deep voice that answered did not match the young exotic tawny colored face. His eyes pointed at my face but the blankness allowed my eyes to see that he could not see me or nothing else. I wondered what had happened to his sight immediately but dared not ask so soon. He stood and reached for his guide stick. I extended my hand as he made his way closer to my side. He was just too handsome not to flirt with. I didn’t but I sure couldn’t control the hot thoughts of my mind. Soon I’ll be guiding you around by your real pointer, cutie. I hope it’s big enough. I imagined watching his face buried between my thighs during the few seconds it took for him to reply. “It’ll be my pleasure to assist you to the office. My office is near where you would like to go. I will need to get back soon anyway. These guys are cheating and don’t smell as nice as you. What is the name of your scent?” he laughed and so did they. 'Pussy' is what I want to say. Instead, especially considering my professional surroundings and purpose for being there, I say, “Purple Passion, a fragrance not yet released to the market. I have a dear friend that is a chemist at the company. He uses me as his guinea pig when he creates these splendid scents. I must let him know that you’ve complimented it.” I wont tell him that this very chemist had an accident at the lab that rendered him completely blind and that I'm his 'therapist' and professional guide. Hmm, could he smell this blazing hot pussy after all? I wonder if he’s had lunch yet? As we walked along side each other down the immaculate corridor, the young faced man introduces himself as the manager of the occupational therapists. “I’m Ezekiel Malone, executive manager of occupational therapy,” he stated proudly. “You barely look old enough to cross the street alone,” I mention just before Ezekiel stops. “This is your stop. Dr. Himmings’s secretary will alert him of your presence. It’s been my pleasure chatting with you.” “Thank you. By the way, I’ve heard that I look very young many times before but can’t say that I believe it since I’ve never seen this for myself. I was born blind. However, I see your skin as deep cream caramel, dark hair falling just beneath your shoulders and slight makeup around your brown slanted eyes with a touch of gloss on your full sensuous lips, very shapely figure and stunningly beautiful,” he prophesizes. Just as I was about to accept his complimenting image, a tall slender, but older, more distinguished looking handsome man joined us and answered for me. “Ezekiel, you are right again. For the life of me, I cannot figure out how he does that, the handsome man says to me, giving me the once over. I just cannot especially considering he has never seen a face before. Surely he’s never seen one as beautiful as your own, Miss __?” “I’m Kalaah Van Deuce, here to meet with Dr. Joseph Himmings,” I spoke while glaring into the soft brown eyes of the man that just gave me the most corporeal kiss without ever touching my lips and the most genuine hug without having wrapped not even one of his muscular arms around me. I wonder if he’s got the size dick I need to go with that distinguished package. I don’t see a ring on his finger and fuck her too if I did see a ring on his fat fingers either. They look big enough for at least my asshole. “Well, let’s see if I may assist you considering the fact that I am the man that you need to see today. I’m Dr. Himmings. Glad to make your acquaintance. Ezekiel, will you be joining us later in the session? Say, about an hours or so?” “It would be my pleasure to meet with Miss Van Deuce as I’ve heard great things about her; however, I will be meeting my staff this afternoon for a surprise birthday celebration at Calico’s. This will be his first birthday celebration. You two are most welcome to join us,” Ezekiel stated with delight. His eyes smiled as he awaited the next question in line. “You’re going to a one year old’s party?” I asked. “Not quite. Miguel came to this country as a teenager. A mercy mission went into Rwanda during the genocide and brought him and his three brothers to America. All of there family, including mother and father, had been murdered before their own eyes. There’s no physical reason for him not to see. He is only afraid to see. He’s lived in a Catholic Home for the Disabled since he was 13 and today he is of legal age, hired here for his great art skills as well. He has been hand picked and delivered. When you come aboard, you will see that I take great pride in scouting for the right staff to celebrate the great feats we face and the dismantled as ‘challenged.’ “I shall fill Miss Van Deuce in on your greatness later, Zeek, as we were saying, Miss Van Deuce,” the doctor interrupted. “Glad to make your acquaintance as well, Dr. Himmings. Thank you for the compliment,” I say while smiling and gazing into his sincere eyes wondering if he is this sensual and strong with other interviewees. “Please join me,” he asked while guiding me into his office. The botanical view from his office is breath taking. I wondered about the funding of this place upon my arrival. Now I’m really curious. “May I get you something to drink,” a short slender, middle age woman asks. “Yes. Please. I’ll have mineral water. Thank you.” “Coming right up,” she says with a sly and evil smile. She must be jealous or have fucked the doctor and thinks that I may be competition of a sort. Little does she know, I’d be more interested in fucking her short blind cute ass. I could imagine her licking my pussy just before she hands me my water on a silver platter. If fucking the doctor is what it takes to get the kind of money to have such a submissive bitch serving me, then yes, she should beware and he could consider himself so very fucked. Just as my clit was about to stiffen, imagining me turning this blind bitch with a serious attitude into my number one pussy licker, the doctor re-entered the room. Bad timing, Mr. Himmings. I love for my clit to throb while discussing business matters. It makes business so much more interesting. “So, Miss Van Deuce, I’ve read your cover letter and your extraordinary and extensive experience with working with the optically challenged. I’ve heard very impressive reviews about your work with the variety of challenged professionals. I’ve called and had extensive conversations with your references. What kind of career can I offer you to become a part of our team here?” Startled by his approached, I nearly stumble with words and tell him that I am a freaky woman looking to incorporate my sexual desires with my career. Since we’ve already started this relationship off with a hint of flirtation and blatancy, I should ask him if his secretary has an attitude because she believes that I’m a threat. I should tell him to order her to come and lick my pussy while we discuss the details of my career and salary. I want to ask him if he’d join her and lick my asshole while she feasts. Instead, I create a professional lie and speak it. “Doctor Himmings, first of all, please call me Kalaah. I’m in this profession because of my desires to assist these obviously talented and very well educated men and women into this world where they belong. We all have our inadequacies and should not be judged by them but understand that they are indeed a contribution to our society. We know, since we both have an extensive background with working with the ‘challenged,’ that many of them have more to offer than the so-called ‘normal’ candidates elected to work our corporate offices. Right?” The evil smiling blind woman brought a crystal vat of water in. Taking great care not to spill it as she felt her way around to both of us to distribute our refreshments individually, she even bowed before exiting. Yes. The doctor must be a good fuck to render such service. “Thank you, Audrey,” said the doctor and paused to wait for her to exit before replying. I like your outlook, Kalaah. You will do a wonderful job at careening the vast majority of intellectuals with ‘challenges’ into our establishment. Please consider my offer to come aboard along with one of these packages outlined before you. If you have any discrepancies with one you are interested in, please feel free to discuss it with me,” he said as he slid a folder across the slick smoked glass conference table.” “Thank you for the offer, Doctor Himmings. I will have a look at these figures and surely get back with you. It has been my pleasure, again, to meet with you,” I said to him as I stood to leave. “Please, call me Joseph. Do you have to leave now? I want you to meet with one of my colleagues for a while so that he could answer any questions you may have about the center’s inner workings,” he asked with a question mark behind his sentence. “I’ll have to schedule another time for further review. However, I have done my homework and am very well aware of how the establishment is making marked changes in how the world views the optically challenged. I met with Ezekiel long enough to know how sincere he is about his interaction and administration of the center. I am a quick study. If you must know, I am very impressed and look forward to meeting with you again soon,” I said to him as I continued towards the door after taking one more long swig of water. “Again, thank you for meeting with me, Kalaah.” “My pleasure, Joseph.” “Let me see you out but before you leave, how bout a quickie tour of the center on the way out? That’s the least I can ask of you.” How bout a quickie and then that could explain the wet spot that is sure to come if your sexy ass keeps staring into my eyes? “Sure. That’ll be fine.” We walked back toward the entrance of the center but turned into yet another long corridor where classes and meetings are held. Many of the rooms are equipped with technology needed for the participants to utilize during their stay at the center. Each room has a unique theme. After showing me the training rooms, Joseph led me to an enclosed space twice the size of his own office near the end of the corridor. This view is where the fountain that I’d heard earlier resides. It was even more breathtaking to see. He turned the lights on and guided me to the wet bar, then another room within this space. “This will be your office, granted you accept my offer to come aboard,” he smiled. “Very appealing, Joseph. You know how to get what you want,” I stated, attempting to look not into his searing eyes for fear of raising my dress, bending over and commanding him to drop to his knees and giving me twenty tongue laps. Our chemistry was making my pussy throb mercilessly. I try hard to resist since my motive is different from that of his, I believe. “Let’s meet for lunch in a week to discuss any of the packages I’ve offered. It doesn’t matter if you’ve made your mind up or not. I’d just like your opinion on them,” he asked. “That sounds good. I’ll call you on Thursday to schedule the time and place, unless of course you already have one in mind,” I said with a smile and a question mark. “You pick the place and time and I will be there.” “Will do.” Joseph walked me to massive doors leading to the parking lot. I walked my professional sexy walk knowing that he was staring at my hot ass. I’m so happy that I got up when I did since I could feel the pussy juices starting to slide down to my panty-less crotch. A week later, Joseph and I met at the River Loft for brunch. I could see how desperate he was for me to render him the good news. I decided I’d milk it a bit. During lunch, I opened my folder and suggested that I may be interested in package A that offered six figures, corporate housing and a car with an expense account. I also mentioned that with such a high end career that package C seemed more fitting but with commission since it offers six figures and commission but no paid vacation. |
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