Blackout

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This story may be freely copied and distributed on all computer networks, mailboxes and other network services as long as it is not modified. With each passing on I ask not to forget the reference to the author.

Comments, suggestions and questions are welcome.

Since my creativity doesn’t want to work like I do, I pulled out an old story, checked it for errors and uploaded it here. Mistakes can still be found, I’m sure.

An erotic short story between woman and man.

I have translated this text one-to-one from German to English using DeepL. It is a really good application and I hope that the sense of my text has been preserved. You would do me a great service if you leave me a comment if the text is easy to read or if it seems like pidgin English.

Blackout

You come to, about to say something, but a hand comes over your mouth. You realize it’s the guy from the bar. He smiles as you try to move, only now you feel the restraints. Your eyes widen in fear. What is this guy up to? What happened yesterday? You had a drink at the bar, you remember. Did the guy put something in your glass?

“Calm down, beautiful,” the man says, “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to take my hand away now. Then you can tell me you want to be set free. I will do it. Close your eyelids a few times if you understand me.”

You close your eyes three times in quick succession.

“If I free you, of course you can call the police,” he continues, “but remember how many people saw us downstairs in the bar, they also saw you leave with me voluntarily. Did you understand that too?”

Again you shrug your eyelids.

He smiles down at you, not yet taking his hand away. His face coming closer to yours, he whispers, “If you don’t want to be set free, then sizzling eroticism awaits you. You will be helplessly at the mercy of my caresses. Later I will leave and you will never see me again. Okay?”

You nod.

“Good. I’m going to take my hand away now.”

He really does. The guy straightens up, pulls his hand back, and looks down at you.

You open your mouth, wanting to formulate words, but you hear nothing.

He stares down at you, and you look up at him. What’s wrong with me, you think, have I lost my tongue?

Again you try to speak, it works! “Please,” you say, hesitating.

“Yes?” he asks gently.

You close your eyes, not wanting to look at him as you say, “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Instead of an answer, you feel his lips on yours. A kiss full of passion develops. Now he pulls his lips away from your mouth, slides down with them, sucks on your neck like a vampire, sucks on your earlobes. You squirm, wanting to escape, but you can’t, the shackles don’t allow it.

A thin blanket was spread over you the whole time, he takes it away. Your naked body is revealed and you wonder how drunk you were that you didn’t notice?

He seems to read your mind. “Alcohol disinhibits,” he says in an explanatory tone, then continues with a smile in his voice, “You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. I put you on the bed, and there you slumped away almost immediately. I just took advantage of the moment.”

He looks down at you, sees your naked body, your legs wide open, you almost want to tell him to untie you, but then suddenly you enjoy his looks. Is it perhaps the alcohol that is still in your blood that makes you get goose bumps? You don’t get them from the cold, it’s your arousal that triggers it.

He sits down on the bed, again you enjoy his looks. Almost as if he was afraid to touch you, he gently puts one hand on your chest, stroking it slowly. The fingers of his other hand start to play with your nipple, it straightens up and you can’t suppress a soft moan. This whole scenario of being at the mercy of a strange man fills you with ecstasy. Your teeth chatter as his hands slide deeper and deeper. They lay down on your pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he says. You hear the slight tremor in his voice, he must be aroused too.

An exploring finger penetrates you and a thumb searches for your pleasure pearl. He finds it. You squirm back and forth. Your moans get louder. The guy lets go of you, bends down to your head and looks at you questioningly. “Do you get loud during sex?”

You blush and shake your head.

“If you want, I’ll gag you.”

A shiver runs through you, you see yourself: bound, gagged, whimpering with pleasure. Your breath comes in bursts, almost as if you were having an orgasm. Did you have one? A small one?

He smiles, he’s seen your reaction. He reaches next to the bed, takes your panties, folds them and – no, he doesn’t stuff them in your mouth, but puts them on your pussy and massages it with his panties. You know what he’s going to do. Your jaw clenches and you toss your head back and forth. The panties are obviously soaked enough with your juice now, because two fingers suddenly hold your nose. Surprised, you want to gasp for air and have the panties shoved into your mouth.

Again he reaches next to the bed, now he has a scarf in his hand. Your scarf. He must have gone through your purse. He quickly fixes the gag and then turns back to your vulva. His fingers tickle you there as you feel his lips on your nipples. He sucks and licks them, his fingers playing on you and inside you. A scream comes from your throat, the gag makes it a loud growl. Now this was not a small orgasm, this was a big one.

The man has a very great empathy. He lets you go, gives you time to relax. You need that too. With your eyes closed, you breathe deeply and evenly, once, twice, three times… What is that? A low humming can be heard. A hum that you know only too well. Still with your eyes closed, you feel yourself turning deep red, he’s found your vibrator. A slim, pink vibrator about fifteen inches long. You feel him stroke your skin with it and imagine him grinning. Why is that? Is it forbidden to own such a device and relax from time to time? Men do it themselves, don’t they? Defiantly you open your eyes. He’s not grinning, but has been waiting for your gaze.

He turns off the vibrator and slowly leads it to his mouth, touches it with his lips and tongue, finally he pushes it into his oral cavity. Breathless you watch him, you have never seen anything like this. Just as slowly as he inserted the vibrator into his mouth, he takes it out again and gently inserts it into you. Without resistance he slides into you. You must be incredibly wet. Now he pulls the part out of you again and sucks it off. You have never experienced anything so exciting.

He repeats the game a few times until he licks his lips with pleasure. The vibrator is in you again and now he turns it on. The device hums at the lowest level. The guy grabs the blanket, folds it and places it between your legs so that the vibrator can’t slip out of your pussy. What is he going to do? You don’t have to ask yourself that for a long time, he poses and starts to undress.

The shoes and socks first, then the shirt, finally the pants and underpants in one go. Naked as God created him, the man stands before you. His cock stands straight and powerful at a 45 degree angle from his lower body. In your mind you see how he takes you up, you wrap your legs around him and he inserts this magnificent dick into you, where now the vibrator hums gently.

Why did he put it only on this small step? This sight excites you very much. What does he do now? He bends down and takes a flat package out of his pants. A condom. He shows it to you, but what do you do? You shake your head. Against all reason you shake your head! You want to feel him. Feel it completely, this wonderful cock. You growl contentedly as he drops the rubber to the floor. He takes two steps toward you, his cock moving in time.

If you thought he was going to lie on top of you, you were wrong. He kneels between your legs, removes the blanket and switches the vibrator to the highest level, at the same time he bends down to your lap and starts to suck on you. You almost explode and it’s good that you wear a gag in your mouth. The whole hotel would have heard your screams of pleasure otherwise.

He senses your orgasms, fits one in and pulls the wildly humming device out of your cunt. His cock takes its place. Hard and big he is and he doesn’t make it soft for you. He pushes you, his whole body works and so does yours. You welcome every thrust and every thrust takes you higher, up to unimagined heights. You never knew that you can experience such wild and unrestrained pleasure. Without a gag, you would now have screamed, “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh please, fuck me!”

His thrusts become even harder, his muscles harden. You see how his pupils suddenly dilate, feel how he presses himself against you – and come to the ultimate climax. His cock pulsates inside you, fills you up. You can no longer scream, only whimper.

Brutally he pulls the scarf from your lips, presses his mouth on yours, sucks out the panties and spits them to the side, again he presses his mouth on yours, penetrates you with his tongue. Your mouth is now filled and your pussy. He moves inside you and again an orgasm overtakes you. Hard he presses his lips on yours, stifles your cry like before the gag. Once again you come and again, weaker now.

He releases your mouth, you moan, unable to find words.

His abdomen is still pressed against you, but you feel how this magnificent dick slowly withdraws. Disappointment spreads through you. You would have liked to feel him longer.

Carefully the man stands up. His cock, just full of power and juice, hangs limply down. You loll around, both are now in you. The power and also the juice.

The man kneels beside the bed, he bends over you and kisses you gently. “You were wonderful,” he says after you have detached yourselves. Carefully he frees you from your bonds.

You look at each other for a long time.

“Will we see each other again?” you ask, your voice just a breath.

He shakes his head, but smiles and looks at you out of beautiful brown eyes.

“No,” he says softly, “but I will never forget what I experienced with you.”