Bull-Doz'n

Ladies and Gentleman,

While re-structuring my blog-home here a couple weeks ago, I thought it might be a neat idea to spotlight others erotic work as well as mine. I'm a giver, and always willing to help a fellow writer out. A couple of you have sent me some choice work, and I'm reviewing it as we speak.

Once the new work is posted, it is then cataloged in the Champagne Room to the right... until it is recycled as the need dictates. If any of you have short-story erotica, poems, or experiences you want to share... I am open to it. And as always, you have the choice to remain an anonymous author/authette. So, with that said, I am proud to present the first submission for the champange room.

BLINDFOLDED

She couldn’t see. For a brief second, she couldn’t understand why she was enveloped in blackness.

Then she remembered. She was blindfolded. When she turned her head — cocking it to the left in an effort to hear … anything! — Amelia could feel the smooth silk of the fabric slightly sliding against her temple.

It took her a few more seconds to remember that she had agreed to let HIM blindfold her. He had aroused her to such a level that she would have said yes to almost anything. “How far would I have gone?” she asked herself. “How far WILL I go?”

This had never happened to her before. She’d had good lovers. She’d had great sex many times with several different men … and two women, while backpacking across Europe during that semester off from college.

But this was completely different. This man, this semi-stranger, this guy she barely knew had not only managed to take her to a level of ecstatic anticipation that she’d never experienced before, but did so with an ease that would have sickened her, if she weren’t so enraptured.

What was that sound? A shoe scuffing along the hardwood floor? She tried to turn toward the sound, but found that her range of motion was severely restricted. Her wrists and forearms were bound securely behind her, and attached to something, she couldn’t tell what exactly. And she was sitting on her legs, her ass just above her ankles, her knees on the floor. Her legs were secured in some fashion as well.

Amelia didn’t feel groggy and was pretty sure she hadn’t been drugged. She gasped in sudden realization. He didn’t need to use any drugs on her; that was how high he had escalated her libido. She had literally been helpless in his hands. He’d blindfolded her, removed all her clothes except for the thong and her heels, then had tied her up and secured her to the bedpost.

“Amelia,” came a deep, throaty whisper from somewhere to her right.

She gulped. Scared and yet excited, enervated and a’tingle.

“Amelia,” said the voice again, this time with a stronger, demanding tone.

“Yes?” Amelia managed, her breath raspy with anticipation.

His fingers alit on her ribs, next to her left arm. A shiver of electricity ran up her spine. His thumb brushed over her nipple, so lightly that it almost seemed as if he hadn’t touched her. And yet she gasped again, her body shaking.

“Tell me what you know you want me to hear, Amelia,” came the voice.

She tried to lean forward, toward where she thought he was. The thumb returned, this time roughly flicking it, up then down, up then down. She could feel her pussy juices flowing down her thighs, a heat burning between her legs.

“Oh, God!” she moaned. “What do you mean? What do you want me to say?”

“Amelia,” said the voice. Stern. Demanding. Impatient.

“I don’t know,” she whined.

His touch evaporated.

“Wait!” she almost shouted, her anxiety, horniness and hunger escaping. Quieter this time:

“Wait, Duncan.” Amelia could almost feel him move closer.

“Well?” came the deep voice. “Please … please fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Is that all you think I want?” Duncan asked, clearly annoyed. “No … that’s what I want, Duncan. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me … I need you inside me. Take me.”

“I think you know what I’m waiting to hear, Amelia.”

God, the way he said her name. Wait … that was it.

“I’m yours. Completely. Utterly. Yours.”

He chuckled softly, and she felt a moment of panic. She’d fucked up.

“Was that so hard, my Amelia?” she heard him say, and then his lips were on hers, taunting and teasing. She was hungry for him, wanted him in every way imaginable, wanted her tongue and his to dance. But he just kept kissing her. Softly, slightly moist kisses. A teasing touch of his tongue between her lips had her gasping again.

“Duncan. Oh Duncan …” she moaned.

His lips were gone … and then her lips were kissing the head of his cock. She couldn’t help grinning. She wanted his cock inside her — her mouth, her pussy, her ass … she just wanted it.

Her lips parted, her tongue sliding under the head, curling up and wetly licking. And then she sucked the tip in, popping it in and out of her shapely and warm mouth. She was gratified to hear a rumbling moan deep in his chest. So she was able to affect him at least a little bit; he wasn’t made of stone.

Amelia found that she had to be a bit restrained because of her restraints; she didn’t have a normal full range of motion. But that didn’t stop her from giving the best head possible. She used every fellatio weapon at her disposal. She sucked with her lips and cheeks; she licked and stroked and flicked with her tongue; she lightly scraped his shaft with her teeth; she took as much of him down her throat as she could.

What amazed her was how dripping wet her pussy was. Yes, she usually got turned on while giving head, but nothing like this. Part of it was being tied up, she admitted to herself as she twirled her tongue around the rim of his cockhead, constricting it as tight as she could. Her inner thighs were slick with her pussy juices.

The heat from between her legs distracted her for the briefest of seconds, so she didn’t notice the sudden shift. All of the sudden, she wasn’t sucking his dick — he was fucking her mouth. His hands were on the back of her head, fingers entwined with her medium-length reddish hair as he fucked her mouth with an increasing intensity, forcefulness and power. And God, it was good. She had to struggle to regulate her breathing through her nose. It became a little harder to concentrate on using her tongue and lips; she was just a receptacle for his cock. And she fucking loved it.

She choked a moan as the static shock of her first orgasm rocked her body. She hummed and groaned, the vibrations tickling his cock, which was throbbing in her mouth now; it would be only moments before his come exploded deep down her throat … or so she thought.

He pulled out of her at the last moment, tilting her head back with one hand. The she felt it; the first plop of warm jizz on her cheek; the next hit higher, right above the blindfold. A few drops landing in her gaping mouth; she swallowed his cum heartily after savoring the taste of him in her mouth. A few more warm splashes hit her chin and cheek. She felt some dribble onto her tits. Then the head of his cock was presented to her lips again and she sucked him dry, licked him clean.

She sat there, spattered in his sperm, dripping with her own pussy juices, struggling to get her breath back. It took her awhile to notice how quiet everything was. A door opened.

“Duncan?” she whispered?

“Good girl,” was all she heard before the door clicked shut.

She smiled in her personal darkness, and adjusted herself as much as she could to get as comfortable as she could. She knew he would be back … and very soon.

Author: Doz
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