The AH QnD STC Flash compo - semifinal A

Leave It By The Door

semi-final heat A

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1

Senna breathed a long sigh as she exited the frosty subway train and waded into the hot summer air outside. She had only three blocks to her apartment, yet the delicious cool of the train car would make the walk feel like a marathon. And she was loaded down with not only her constantly burgeoning attaché from work, but the three heavy bottles of cabernet that her roommate Akiya had asked her to purchase. At least there would be air conditioning awaiting as a sweet reward.

After ascending three flights of stairs and entering her apartment door, she was hit with a one-two punch of not artificial cool, but the smell and sounds of loud, hard sex. It stunned her into stupefaction long enough for the door to swing shut with a loud bang, making her jump like a shocked bunny in the foyer.

“That youuu, Sennnnnah? Hmmmmmm?” Akiya’s moaning voice was being pounded out of her from beyond the foyer wall.

Senna remained still and hidden, hoping she could somehow slip back out. “H-Hey, A-Akiya...I can come back, you know-”

“Noooh,” Akiya groaned. “Come herrrre...plee-eeasse.”

Senna stepped gingerly around the corner. Akiya’s long chocolate legs were firmly wrapped around the pumping tan buttocks of a slender, muscular man driving himself deep into her body on the couch. Her face was in a state of orgasmic bliss.

“Itsss jussst Diegoooh...Sennn-nnaah.”

Senna remembered Diego. The handsome, rakish bartender at their weekend spot for getting hangovers off drinks called blackouts, which was dark coffee mixed with God knew what else. They’d befriended him long ago and often giggled about either one of them taking him back home to see what his daddy gave him and how he could work it. And now, Akiya was the one that finally bit.

Diego’s back and ass tensed, along with the bull snorting of his breath, subsequently jackhammering himself into Akiya with reckless abandon. Something inside Senna snapped, making her knees water over and her crotch blossom with tingles. She almost lost her balance completely when Diego arched himself and cried out like a wounded animal, joined in sexual opera by Akiya’s vampiric hiss and violent nail scraping down his back. The two bodies shuddered until their mutual climax subsided, finally separating with an audible, obscene slurp.

Senna suddenly held up the bag in her hand. “I...I brought the wine.”

Her roommate sighed. “Leave it by the door,” she commanded, “and come eat his cum out of my pussy.”

Senna promptly set down the bottles of wine, along with her attaché, kicked off her pumps and shuffled in a dreamlike haze over to the couch where she kneeled before her roommate’s cunt and began sucking the pearly nectar that oozed out of it. And when she felt Diego’s firm hands hike up her skirt around her raised ass and the press of his still-turgid cock between her valley, it ceased to feel like a dream anymore.

2

“There is everything to be afraid of,” murmured Constance, unzipping Katya’s skirt and letting it drop to the floor. “You’ll have no control. If you have any preconceived idea about how this will go, leave it by the door.”

Katya shivered, both from fear and the cool air of the stone corridor on her nakedness. Constance carefully taped a hard object onto her bare back.

“You’ll have one chance to act,” Constance whispered. “Make it count. If you fail, we all die.”

Knees buckling, Katya thought she might faint. She struggled to remember her training, uncounted months of testing, deprivation, agony, and triumph.

No, I can’t fail them. Everyone’s depending on me. This is our only chance.

Drawing a deep breath, she forced herself to stand erect, breasts proud, nipples hard. “I’m ready.”

Constance peered into her eyes, nodded. “Then, good luck.” The Housekeeper vanished into the gloom, reappearing briefly as she passed each sconce.

With another deep breath, Katya reached out to the iron-banded oak door, secured by a simple latch that was far more than it seemed. Please, she begged, let it work. Let the door not sense… what it mustn’t.

Fingers trembling, she tripped the latch and pushed.

There, in the very center of the opulent chamber, posed atop black silk sheets, lay the God on Earth. Arrogant in his nakedness and his power, his startling erection rampant, he grinned. “Come in, my dear.” His smoky voice awoke shivers, unnamed longings, a baseless desire to please. Her will vanished and she moved to stand before him, nipples painfully hard, wracked by lust.

“What is your name?”

“Katya,” she breathed. Gods, that voice, crawling into her, her cunt writhing, breasts drawn so tight she thought they’d burst.

“You’re quite beautiful, Katya. Let’s have a look at you, shall we?”

She found herself turning slowly, hands rising to lace behind her neck, helplessly on display.

“Oh, dear.” He’d seen the knife. “Someone’s been naughty.” Sudden agony as the tape ripped from her skin. “I’ll have to punish Constance… and you, of course. Come here and present.”

He lay as she’d first seen him, but now his member swelled to monstrous proportions. Helpless, she crawled across the bed, stopping on all fours, head down, knees spread. The first thrust was blinding white heat. She fought to scream, could not. Could not move, could barely breathe. Again and again, he plunged into her, tearing her, ripping, that wonderful, awful laugh reverberating.

Suddenly, he froze.

Her will returned. Snaking from beneath him, she turned to find him still rampant but helpless, eyes wild.

“My cunt is saturated with a paralytic poison,” she said. “I’m immune. You’re not.” She retrieved the knife, seized his hair. “Die, you murdering bastard!”

The head took a while. The other, not so long. Carrying both, she emerged to find Constance waiting, handed over the head of the former God on Earth. She held up the still-swollen cock.

“Oh, that?” Constance said. “Leave it by the door.”

3

Jacob sighed. “What have I told you about your attitude?”

Jess looked down at her feet.

“Do you need reminding?” he continued, crossing the room to where she stood.

He reached out for her hair and pulled her head back sharply. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

She squealed and stumbled, regaining her balance quickly while keeping her hands clasped behind her back.

Another tug on her hair and Jess found her voice. “You told me to leave my attitude by the door, with my clothes.”

“Thank you.” Jacob released his grip on her hair and paced across the room. “So why am I still getting attitude from you?”

“You’re not,” she muttered.

He laughed. “Get over here,” he slapped the dinner table.

She hesitated before padding across the carpet to him, positioning herself over the table, her face resting on her hands. Jacob tapped her ankle with his foot and she moved her legs apart. Jess heard him unbuckle his belt; the implement of her punishment. She screwed her eyes shut and waited.

Thwack!

The belt cut across the back of her thighs, eliciting a screech muffled by the placement of her hands.

Jacob dropped his belt onto the table next to Jess. She stared at it, confused by its dismissal. He always used the belt to remind her of her place, she thought. What was going on?

He traced the tip of his finger around her arsehole, startling her with his unexpected touch. He spat on his hand and the light touch became insistent probing, first by his fingers, then by his cock.

Jess panicked and tried to stand as she felt the pressure of his erection threatening to fill her with little preparation. Jacob pushed her back down onto the table, his hand firmly holding her in place.

“Do I have to tie you down?” he growled in her ear.

The thought of being unceremoniously fucked in the arse, along with being held down, began to have an effect on Jess. She whimpered, acknowledging defeat.

Feeling her resistance fade, Jacob pushed forward, easing his cock inside her. He grunted as the length of his shaft filled her, taking what was his. Clawing at her back, he began to fuck her, slowly at first, talking to her as he found his rhythm.

“You belong…” he thrust his cock into her. “To me,” he pulled back.

In: “You will learn…”

And out: “To remember…”

In: “Your place…”

Out: “And do…”

In: “As you’re told!”

His lecture over, he picked up his pace, fucking Jess wildly as she lay motionless beneath him. He pulled her hair savagely as he came, the painful shock breaking her headspace, bringing her back to earth with a groan.

Jacob withdrew and fixed his clothing. He gently stroked his girl’s hair and face as she regained her senses, helping her stand when she was ready.

“In future,” his gaze consumed her, “where will your attitude be?”

“By the door,” she breathed.

4

I paced anxiously as I waited in the front hall for the doorbell to ring. I had waited three weeks already, and today was the day when my order would finally arrive. I was nearly bursting out of my brand new Sears-bought khaki slacks I had purchased for the occasion, and by bursting, I am referring to only one particular region of them. My mail-order bride, Anya, was finally coming from Russia to America to be my wife! I smiled wickedly as I thought of all the wonderfully American things I was going to do to her after the candlelit oyster dinner that I had ordered in from the Fish-n-Chip. All at once I froze, however, as I heard voices outside my door, and I was dismayed to hear that they were male voices.

The doorbell rang, and I didn't answer it. Instead, I crept silently up to the door, out of sight of the side windows. From my hidden location, I could easily make out what the two men were saying, but I couldn't see anything.

"It doesn't need a signature," one said after ringing the doorbell a second time and receiving no response from me. "Let's just go."

"Yeah, let's leave it by the door," the other drawled.

Leave it by the door? Listening intently, I heard them tromp away from the porch and make their way across the sidewalk on down to the road. When I heard a large vehicle rev its engine and then drive away, I flung open my front door to find a small package postmarked with unintelligible Russian numerals. I picked it up, took it inside, and opened it, only to find that my beloved "bride" was nothing more than a likeness cast in inflatable latex. I had been duped! My beloved Anya was nothing more than a model for a Russian blow-up doll company. Perhaps it would have been better to learn how to read Russian before buying from that site. Come to think of it, thirty-five dollars was a bit cheap to buy a wife. Sighing dejectedly, I retrieved my air pump from the hall closet. At least I could treat this Anya to some good old American sex. After all, there was nothing like good old, American sex; at least, there wasn't in my house, anyway.

5

"Leave it by the door." She ordered.

"Leave what by the door?" He asked.

"That bag that you have." She declared.

"Why?" He questioned.

"Because it's too big to bring into the bedroom? Have you seen it yet?" She asked.

"No, I haven't. Is it small?" He queried.

"Quite so." She remarked.

"Don't you want to see what's in the bag?" He challenged.

"Why is there something special about it?" She replied.

"Yes, I brought you a surprise." He hinted.

"What is it?" She beseeched.

"I can't tell you. But I have to bring it into the bedroom." He explained.

"Why can't you just show me right here?" She proposed.

"Because...It's kind of private." He stated.

"Is it one of those kind of surprises?" She asked again.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He evaded.

"Then leave it by the door. Surely we don't need a surprise like that." She advised.

"Honey..." He cajoled.

"What?" She asked a third time.

"Let me bring it in." He begged.

"Show me what it is first." She demanded.

"Out here? Are you sure?" He asked.

"Out here. Now." She commanded.

"Why don't I just bring it upstairs and you can look at it then?" He pressed.

"Let me see the bag." She muttered.

"Here." He mumbled.

"Is anything going to jump out at me if I open it?" She implored.

"I don't think so. Take a quick look." He smiled.

...

"Oh, My GOSH!" She exclaimed.

"I knew you'd say that." He smiled.

"I can't believe you brought that here!" She snapped.

"What? I said it was a surprise!" He guffawed.

"It's Huge!" She blurted.

"Wanna use it?" He invited.

"Are you kidding me? That thing should come with a warning label!" She burst out.

"Come on that's what the lube is for." He suggested.

"I still don't think it's going to fit in there..." She insinuated.

"What, in the bag? Of course it will." He hedged.

"Don't be stupid. It's not going to fit in there." She intimated.

"It should, the room's not that small." He played dumb.

"Darling, it's not going to fit in THERE!" She squealed.

"So, should I leave it by the door?" He called.

...

"Come. Show me what'chya got." She summoned.

"See this? It's going to have your pussy all over it." He grinned.

"Lube?" She questioned.

"Don't need any. The latex is covered...Feel that?" He pressed.

"Yes! More! Gimme more!" She begged.

"Deeper?" He inserted.

"Please!" She squeaked.

"Faster?" He inquired.

"Just a little - oh. Oh! Yes. Just like that." She murmurred.

"You like that. Feel that juicy cunt all over it?" He teased.

"I don't know if I can take it all." She whimpered.

"You're almost there." He consoled.

"Wiggle it around." She panted.

"Why don't I push this button?" He suggested.

"You didn't tell me it vibrated!" She screamed.

"I also didn't tell you that I have another one for double penetration. Feel this!" He yelled.

"Oh baby! That's IT!" She orgasmed!

6

“Where did you put it?” Dana asked as she made a frantic search through the shopping bags.

“What are you talking about anyway? Put what?”

“I don’t see the bag of toys we just bought. It was in the car with the other things but now it isn’t here,” Dana said.

“We’ll find it. It has to be around somewhere,” Nick replied.

“Yeah, but what if you mother sees that stuff?”

“She’s too busy watching her game shows again.” Nick told her. “That’s all she seems to do when she visits us, anyway.”

Dana forgot about the missing bag and enjoyed the time with her husband. They worked side by side to put the groceries away and start dinner. Hands and hips bumped together in the small kitchen. The casserole was in the oven when Dana felt Nick come up behind her.

Nick held his finger to her lips and grinned. He pulled his wife with him to their bedroom and locked the door. Clothes came off amid the silent laughter at how they had to sneak around in their own home. Hot kisses turned to wild passion as Nick dipped his fingers into Dana’s pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Nick groaned and pulled her body over his.

His rigid shaft ground against her clit. She lifted herself over his aching member and dropped back down onto his body. Rough hands squeezed her nipples until she went wild. Dana scraped her nails over his chest and dug her fingers into his skin. Moans and whimpers stayed deep in their throats as she rode his cock. Her pussy clenched as the first waves of her orgasm rolled through her body.

“Nicky, are you in there? Why are you in your bedroom this early?”

Dana held still at the sudden intrusion to their fun. “It’s your mom,” she whispered.

The slight shake of his head kept Dana quiet. He thrust his rigid shaft deeper into his wife’s sopping wet pussy once more. Nick thought he would explode as her muscles held him tight inside.

“Nicky? Where’s Dana? I found a shopping bag in the hallway. She must have dropped it on her way in. Nicky, let me in …”

A blast of cum exploded from his cock into the depths of Dana’s cunt. The bedsprings made a slight squeak as he emptied his seed in her.

“Dana, are you in there? Do you want me to look in this bag for you?”

Nick imagined the look on his mom’s face if she saw the toys and grinned.

“Just leave it by the door, mom,” he shouted as they collapsed on the bed.