Flash Fiction Erotica
"Blacked Out" a sex story by Jenny Lexington
Blinded Reflection by Igor Vasiliadis available at ObsessionArt.com
The room is dark. Only a sliver of candlelight flickers through the tiny gap between the blindfold and my cheek. My wrists are bound my mouth gagged. I pull against my restraints and realize they will not budge.
Not knowing where I am or how I got here I search my foggy memory for a clue. The last series of events had to do with me traveling alone to a club, a very well built handsome man, a dance, a drink and then nothing.
I wiggle again realizing my legs are free and move them around noticing they are bare. I feel the silky fabric of the sheet beneath me. I relax into my body listening closely to my surroundings. My skin now sensitive, feeling the air around me, scanning the room for any movement. Ears perked I hear something, someone in the next room. The sound grows closer, the door creaks. I stop breathing.
He is next to me his heavy body depressing the bed. Not a sound, minutes pass I lay there still quiet, waiting.
He touches me, his fingers are warm his hand is heavy. Running a single finger over my bare chest my nipples respond rising, tightening.
He brings his moist lips to my breast suckling gently then biting down ‘til I protest. He places a hand on my gagged mouth bringing his face to my ear. “SHHHHH.” I inhale his sweet scent and begin to relax.
He reaches down to my legs spreading them deliberately. Exploring my wetness his fingers moving gently into me. He pushes a little harder, I catch my breath. His hands are so big. I can’t help but wonder about the size of his other…appendage. My hips respond and rise on their own, pressing back into his probing fingers. He thrusts in another digit. I gasp and try to wiggle free. He’s persistent and pushes further into me. I feel my skin stretching ripping and scream out a muffled cry. He places his hand on my mouth covering my nose, blocking my air. I struggle helplessly, blacking out I surrender. He releases his pressure my lungs fill. Pulling his fingers from my pussy he brings them to my lips. Removing my gag he enters my mouth. I taste my juices. I suck his fingers.
His mouth covers mine, his tongue licking the inside of my lips. His hands lift my head, wrap around my hair, pulling tight. Our breath synchronizing, I inhale as he exhales. He fills my lungs I begin to melt.
Repositioning his body kneeling over me, I wait anticipating his next move. I feel the soft skin of his cock press against my lips. Instinctively, I open my mouth inviting him in. He presses deeply into my throat forcing my head even further onto his shaft. I gag and cough, he laughs. His voice is deep, beautiful.
Moving again, he grabs my legs pulling them apart effortlessly reaching towards my head. My hips rise exposing my pink flesh for his taking. His massive member rubs my clit, teases my skin. I whisper “put it in.”
Slowly he slips into me. I receive him, I crave him, I beg for his cum. He eagerly thrusts harder into the very edges of me, filling me completely. His muscular body, presses on to my legs. Bending me in half. We move into each other grinding, panting pushing. My back screams, bearing the weight of his enormous body. Harder, deeper, faster…. And--crack--I hear the displacement of my vertebra and then blackness.
I wake. It is morning. I am in my own bed. I frantically look around, no blindfold. I feel my wrists my back my pussy. I lie back on my cushy pillows a devilish grin on my face.
I think I’ll go to the club tonight!
Copyright September 5, 2011
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