Quick and Dirty - Flash competition RESULTS

Voting poll is closed, most of the usual suspects seems to have cast their vote, and I'm proud to announce the winner of the first Author's Hangout's Flash Competition:

Once the final kicked into gear, there was really no competition, an early lead, and the leader was never quite challenged.

Ladies and genitalias, give it up for
MistressJett and her
Bumblefuck Cat Toss

Glory, dancing nanas and The Trophy is yours.
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/gotflash2_mini.jpg


In second place, we find:
Honey123's Dining out

And a tie for thind between
Ted-E-Bare's Desert Girl and cheerful_deviant's Fries?

Glory and nanas for you three too.

And for all the other finalists and contestants: and thanks for all the great snippets. They were a hoot to read. I just hope they also were a hoot to write.


I'll post the whole list of entries with their authors' names revealed in just a sec...or ok, in a few minutes.


#Liar

Congrats Jett! And everyone else who participated.

And here are the entries again, now with authors.

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Have It Your Way
by impressive

Chloe sauntered into the room. “Ready?”

He gulped, nodded.

“Okay, then. Lemme show you how she’s done. I’m sure you’ll be a pro in no time.” She ran her fingertips across the cold stainless steel counter—a caress, really. “Put one here and the other here—side by side and spread open. Like this,” she demonstrated with a saucy wink.

“Now, smear both sides with this creamy lubricant. Rub it in. Oh, yeah! Just like that,” she purred. “You’re a very fast learner, Ricky. I just knew you’d be good at this!”

A blush crept up his neck, and the room spun on its axis; that being her tongue. He tried in vain to wrench his focus away, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her lips—lips that would look divine wrapped around his…

“Ricky? Pay attention, now. We’re getting to the tricky parts. You wanna be very careful how you lay down your meat. Too hard, and you’ll bruise her buns.

“I really prefer to get my hot meat on a soft bed: cool and crisp, maybe even spritzed with mineral water. It’s a nice touch, and she’ll taste better. Trust me on this one. I know what I’m talkin’ about.

“Now, some people like a top sheet. I think it’s a bit cheesy, but—well—your mileage may vary, as they say. I wanna see my meat—wanna be able to savor it, roll it around on my tongue without having anything stuck to it, y’know?”

“Um…uh…yeah...” Ricky’s articulation, never stellar, took a dive and met his cock somewhere slightly southwest of the equator. Only the waistband of his BVDs kept the twain from meeting.

Chloe hooked a finger under his chin and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. “But sometimes—just every once in a while—I like to double my meat. I might not look like I can take it—‘cause I’m kinda little—but I assure you, I’m quite capable. You’ll meet others like me, too, once you get good at it. More than you’d expect. I can even introduce you to a few once your training’s completed.”

A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of Ricky’s neck.

“Now,” she continued, “let me tell you why this is gonna be your dream job—if you do it right, that is. When you can give really good, really hot meat—and you can do it on demand—they’ll just keep comin’ and comin’ and comin’ like there’s no tomorrow. They’ll beg you for more. You’ll be slappin’ meat and creaming buns all damned day long. It just doesn’t get any better than that!

“You’ll develop a fan club. They’ll come to you beggin’ you to slip ‘em some meat—maybe even askin’ you to slide a pickle in there for some extra fun. Nothin’ wrong with that! Everyone needs a little variety to spice things up a bit.

“So, tell me, Ricky. How do you like your burgers?”






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"Happy Meal"
by Remec

“You want fries with that?” the girl at the register asked. Pat shrugged. He hadn’t thought about it, really, but he figured he may as well. She took in his nod and hit a quick series of buttons on her machine. “I’ll just give you the combo, then. That’s pretty much what you ordered and it’ll save you some money.”

Pat smiled. “Cool, extra money in the pocket is always a good thing.”

She laughed and nodded in agreement. She leaned forward over the counter slightly. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked. Pat met her eyes. For a moment, it seemed, there was something more than the usual enticement there.

The cashier’s shirt seemed to have grown extra tight all of a sudden. He was made sharply aware of two things. That her name was Kelly, and that thick, circular pegs had begun pressing themselves against the inside of her uniform.

Pat found himself wondering what it might be like to have Kelly’s eyes staring down at him while rocked herself back and forth upon his lap. He thought about having those breasts dangling free above him; just waiting for his hands to latch on and see if their flesh was as nice to touch as they were to look at.

Pat sighed lightly and gave Kelly a big smile. “Oh, I’m sure you could. But this will do for right now,” he said. He gave her the money and moved down the counter.

“It’ll be a few minutes on that,” Kelly told him. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll bring it out to you.” Pat smiled and headed towards the dining room.He stopped and pointed.

“If you don’t see me, I’ll be in the bathroom. ‘Kay?”

The bathroom was typical of a fast food place. It was a mix of unimaginative tile and mostly off-white fixtures. The urinal on the wall bore a tape that said it was broken, so Pat stepped into the cubicle where a proper toilet sat.

He was just finishing when the door to the bathroom opened a crack and there was a knock. Pat turned his head at the feminine voice that asked, “Hello?”

“Kelly?”

“Yep.”

“Be right out, just set the stuff at the booth just outside.”

The door closed, but then the Pat heard the lock turn and then footsteps come closer to him. Kelly said, “Already did that. Anything else I can do?” She paused outside the cubicle and Pat reached his hand back and unlocked it.

He pushed it open and turned around. Kelly’s smile broadened and she ran her tongue along her upper lips and sighed. “I guess there is,” she said as she sank to her knees before Pat and placed her right hand around his hardening cock as it jutted forth from his pants.

As she jerked him fully erect and began bobbing her face up and down his shaft, Pat shook his head. “And they say you can’t get good service any more.”




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The Roof
by SelenaKittyn

I want to escape the smell of garbage and grease.

After tossing the bag into the dumpster, I wipe my hands on my uniform and pull off my red and yellow visor, letting my dark blonde hair escape from its ponytail.

The ascent to the roof is like breathing again. The muscles in my legs protest as I climb to the top. It is a cool paradise up here compared to the stagnant summer haze on the ground. It’s so quiet—I can actually hear traffic lights click as they turn from green, to yellow, to red, with no cars left to heed them at quarter to three in the morning.

Josh’s cigarette winks at me from the corner. I reach my arms out to the sky and twirl, making myself dizzy before sinking to the asphalt roof top.

I lay there unbuttoning my uniform. There is no getting away from the fetid smell of fries and hamburgers without taking off my clothes. When I am free, laying there in my bra and panties, the sharp bite of gravel pressing into my back, Josh comes over and stretches out beside me, hands behind his head.

“Beautiful.”

“Me or the sky?”

“Yes.”

I am smiling as he rolls onto me, nearly nude. He presses his lower body against me, moving slightly, and I watch his eyes grow hungry.

As he kisses me, his mouth rough, I slide a small, warm hand inside his underwear. A soft sound escapes his throat as he trails his mouth over my neck.

“Tess,” he whispers as my hand moves faster. I gasp when he lets his full weight press into me, lean and hard against my softness. His hand trails down and finds me, and I sigh, rocking with it, on a cloud far away in the darkness.

He pulls my panties aside and nudges against me. He moves forward, into me, and my hands go to his hips.

We begin.

Our sweat mingles as the delicious friction builds up and up. I can taste it, salty and exciting, when I kiss his neck, urging him on.

Up and up, I feel my climax coming and work towards it. It's like my escape to the roof, a climb toward the stars. His breathing is shallow and harsh as I move beneath him, gasping, grasping, my nails digging into the skin of his back.

His motion becomes fluid and he opens his eyes, looking at me. I feel like I can look up through him and see the stars.

I cry out and my muscles tighten and begin to contract as I shiver beneath him. My breath sucks in and I clutch him, feeling him let go, the force shuddering through him in waves.

He loses his breath for a moment, falling forward onto me, still trembling and burying his face into the side of my neck. I stroke his hair, damp with sweat and redolent with grease.

There is no escaping it, even up here.




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Dining out
by Honey123

Standing behind you, our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I watch your face as I glide my hands along your shoulders, down your arms, across the sides of your shirt, cupping your breasts. You breath in deeply, your back arching, pushing your breasts into my hands. I moan into your ear as my thumbs roll over your nipples. Through the thin material of your shirt, I feel them harden. I reach my left hand up and gently caress your neck, letting my fingernails dance over the skin, up to your chin, and down again as my right hand continues to slide along your shirt, caressing you, gliding down and spreading along your stomach.

As your eyes flicker, feeling my touch, you moan. I bend my head and place tiny kisses along your neck, pausing to nibble the skin here and there. Slowly, you turn around allowing me to slip your shirt off so I can continue feasting upon your body. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I gently tug on it, using my tongue to circle the hardened nub, my fingers skim the sides of your body, down along your thighs where I grab hold your skirt hem and roughly yank it up.

Without waiting, I kneel down and come face to face with your sex. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly flick at it, the tip of my tongue coming in contact with your engorged clit. I breath in, cold air spreading along the warmth of your mound. A finger dipped in deep confirms how wet you are, sliding further down I can feel it spreading along your lips. I glance up and see you watching us in the mirror, your hands cupping your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, your eyes half closed. Slowly I spread the lips, running my fingers over your sensitive clit, rolling it slowly side to side. You arch your hips which pushes your clit toward my mouth, I hear you moan as I take it deep into my mouth.

Your hands become entangled in my hair as I start sucking your clit. “Yes....” I hear you whisper. “More!” You demand as your wetness floods my mouth. Your moans increase as my tongue laps at you with such abandon, enjoying you. Words whispered unintelligibly as your hips arch and buck with your approaching orgasm. I pause knowing how sensitive your clit is to the touch and you plead, “NO!.. don’t stop! Please!” You hold my head steady as your hips grind onto my lips then your body pauses, involuntarily shuddering. I smile against you, whispering... “You are delicious!”

I hear your sexy laugh as you tug at my hair, looking up at you, I see a smile before you bend your head back, taking a deep breath.

“So..." You start, "When you said we were eating at the Y, I guess this is what you meant?” and now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Yes, darling and next time, dinner’s on me...”



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First Job Interview
by Kev H


“So,” Ricco drew out the word with the kind of flair reserved for Mexican-Americans, “ju wanna job here.” Ricco eyed the gringo teeny-bopper with interest. She looked not a day over sixteen, and from his quick study of that innocent and nervous face, he saw opportunity. He leaned across his desk.

“Ju have no experience and no ref’rences,” he glanced down at her half-page resume. “Dis job world is tough. Lots of money for those who are smart, yes? Lots of heartbreaks for those who are stupid. Dis is reality, even in my place.” He watched her eyes fall to the skirt that covered her lap. Her hennaed bangs hid her girlish features as she was surely hiding her dismay.

“Dis what you thought ‘bout Ricco’s, no? Just because we are fast food? Never assume.” He paused. “But there’s potential in ju.” Her head jerked up. They were always at their best when first struggling to gain independence from their parents. Determined and scared and…vulnerable. Ricco leaned back in his chair.

“Wit a good job and reference on dis,” he motioned to the resume on his desk, “ju can do anything. Ju want good first experience, yes?” The young girl’s eyes were now wide with hope. Ricco continued, seeing all the signs he liked.

“I like ju. So…I will give ju first employment. Ju prove jerself and ju can go anywhere, or maybe I give ju a good raise.” He quirked a bushy black eyebrow at the expectant girl. “But dis comes with a price. How badly do ju want it?” When there was a pregnant pause, he prompted, “Badly?”

She nodded, but this time there was a slight hesitation. Ricco pushed, “Let’s be teacher and student. Ju do as I say, and I will show ju success.” When she nodded again, he leaned forward. “Now, prove to me dat ju want to learn.” He watched her eyes for wavering and only saw confusion amidst her determination.

“Move your dress up.” Her eyes got bigger if that was possible, and she hesitated. “Go on. Prove to me.” Her hands trembled as they picked her skirt up. Ricco’s eyes were glued to the pale silk skin of her virginal thighs. “More,” he prompted and was rewarded with the sight of soft pink panties.

He struggled to control his breathing now as he stood, his erection evident even beneath the pot belly. “I will pay ju well.”

It was like a switch was thrown. The skirt came down, and she stood. Her face, when Ricco glanced up in surprise, was set in hard, mature lines.

She spoke for the first time. “Ricco Fernandez, you are under arrest for solicitation of a minor, among other charges. You have the right –“

“Puta!” He would have slapped her or worse had his office door not opened to admit two large police officers.

The “girl” nodded to them and continued calmly, “You have the right to remain silent.”




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It's All In The Preparation
by gauchecritic

“I’ll take a quarter pounder with all the trimmings…” Sheila paused as she considered her mood.

The guy behind the counter, who’s badge, decked with a full complement of golden stars, declared him to be Steve and that he was Happy To Serve, waited patiently. The usually fixed smile that he wore when dealing with customers was somehow softer, like he meant it, his eyes held a glimmer, like he was enjoying the sight of this lone diner.

“No pickle.” She finally declared, meeting Steve’s eyes for the first time.

“No pickle.” Steve held Sheila’s gaze as he called out “Quarterpoundernopickle.” And received an echo in reply from the kitchens behind. “All alone?” he asked.

“All alone.” She confirmed and then, having decided that her mood was ‘just so’, informed the dark haired youth “and I need something to fill me up.”

Steve took up the challenge and asked “Anything in particular?”

Sheila half lidded her eyes as she replied: “Two or three things… if you have any friends back there.” And indicated the kitchens with a very slight incline of her head.

Steve’s nerve finally broke at this bold display and looking at his watch stuttered “I.. I.. W.. Was just about to l…lock up.”

Sheila beckoned with a crooked finger and walked, hips swaying, to the open end of the counter. Steve followed. Sheila leaned in close and husked “Lock the door and take me to your friends.”

* * *

“Well introduce us Steve” Sheila almost purred as she stood in the middle of the small group in the hot, dazzling kitchen.

“Th… this is Sheila.”

“And…?”

“And she wants to be a side salad.” Steve muttered quickly trying to conceal his embarrassment while his face turned the colour of his new peaked cap.

Sheila read the name tags of the group as she turned and pushed her index finger into each co-workers chest. “Seb, Martin and… “ Sheila’s finger slid across the badge and flattened the palm of her hand against the firm young breast nestled behind and breathed, ”Jo.”

* * *

"Pickle?"

"Pickle." she mused "Pickle, pickle, pickle. Yes. I do believe I'll have pickle."

"Pickle it is." He smiled as he very carefully sliced the gherkin lengthwise and then with incredible skill and the steadiest fingers she had ever witnessed removed a translucent, almost transparent sliver from the top of the half gherkin resting on her ribcage.

Sheila gasped as the juice from the vegetable dripped precisely cold down along the runnel between her third and fourth ribs at the self-same moment that the edge of the honed cutting blade pressed delicately into the goosebumped areola surrounding her stiffening nipple.

Seb transferred the half gherkin to sit below Sheila’s opposite breast and performed the operation once more, again eliciting a thrilled gasp at the tenderness of the blade’s kiss.

“A side salad.” Sheila said, lying naked on the chromed work surface, naked except for tomato, lettuce, onion, beetroot and pickle. “Eat.” She invited. “Eat and enjoy.”




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11 PM News
by clutching_calliope

In this story, you’d expect some bathroom stall fucking, some uniform (or not so uniform) undressing in the staff room, someone getting head in the drive-thru.

You won’t find it here.

Instead, this news item: a man pretending to be a police officer phoning random fast food restaurants. He gets the manager on the phone, tells him or her that an employee is stealing, to bring that person to the office. He instructs the manager to tell the employee to remove their clothing…

You can see where it goes from here.

The thing was – there was a videotape in the office. They play it on this television feature. The young female employee removes her clothing and is told to do jumping jacks. Her breasts bob. She is thin but still, she has breasts enough to bounce. Her hair bounces. She is scared. She is beautiful.

She is told to bend over, she is being insolent. She is spanked. Hard. She is spanked by this manager who keeps the phone to his ear. Her ass blushes with embarrassment.

Amazingly enough, no one questions why the police would be inflicting this type of punishment over the telephone. The manager and the employee they do exactly as they are told by some guy a half a country away (as it turns out).

Of course, she ends up giving the manager head. I imagine he came in her mouth, I imagine she was told to swallow. I can project that this manager wanted to do this all along and only needed an excuse. I wonder if this girl didn’t enjoy being told what to suck and how hard to suck it. I think of the man pretending to be a cop and suppose that he came at the same time. This they cannot show, even on cable.

Later, I think of my voyeuristic position and that of the newsperson telling it to me. I can receive as the girl, I can dole out as the manager. The anchorman is the pretend cop. Why does this drip with eroticism to me?

So I guess I only told you a partial truth. Someone ended up getting head after all, but it didn’t happen in the drive-thru.



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Desert Girl
by Ted-E-Bare

I might not have noticed that cemetery in the desert, if I hadn’t slowed for the departing hearse. I parked, thinking the desolate place might make a photo for an amateur photojournalist.

A backhoe was filling in a grave. A young woman watched, then walked to a beat up car parked near mine. She wiped away the last of her tears.

Oblivious to me, she pulled a worn gym bag from the car, and stripped down to bra and panties. I had a moment to admire her. She was short and thin. Her breasts were full, and being young, defied gravity. Taking clothes from the bag, she transformed herself into a French fry wrangler for a major fast food chain.

Our eyes met. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks.” she tried to smile, “My mom.”

“Dad?”

She just shook her head.

“What now?”

She gestured at her uniform. “A lifetime of ‘Would you like fries with that?’” There are no other jobs here.”

“Why not get in your car and go somewhere?” That’s what I was doing. I was bound for the beach, and girls on beaches. I was leaving behind a small town life of my own in Missouri.

“Not my car. My uncles. On loan. He expects a blow job in exchange. Not going to happen.” Her language was as sparse as her life options.

“I’m going to San Diego.” We looked at each other for the longest moment.

“Come with me.” I added.

It was preposterous, but she said yes.

“We can go right now.” she told me pulling a garbage bag out of the trunk. “All my clothes are here. My mother’s boyfriend kicked me out today.”

She changed back to her own clothes as I drove to the Interstate. We found a phone and she left a message for her uncle saying she was moving, and where he could find his car.

“I’m Jamie.” she told me.

The next morning in an El Paso motel, I was pleased she and my wallet were there. I was fairly sure they would. She’d stayed in her bed, and I’d stayed in mine. The latter surprised her. And to her surprise, disappointed her.

I expected remorse at her own impulsiveness that morning; I was prepared to drive her back home. Instead, she was eager and excited and almost happy.

I was about done with my shower when the door opened and Jamie stepped in. “You don’t have to...” but her mouth covered mine, silencing me. As her tongue sought mine, her hand and the soap worked my cock.

“After death, I need to feel alive.” I picked her up and buried my cock in her and fucked her slowly against the shower wall. “I’m yours anytime until we reach San Diego, then you have to woo me.” she said smiling for the first time.

I made the trip last two more days than necessary. It’s been thirty five years since that morning in 1971. I’m still wooing her.




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Eating Fast Food -The Fun Way!
by English Lady

“We are not going there.” He growls, pulling on her hand.
“But Sam, I’m hungry.” she sighs, trying to keep pace with him. “I just want something quick before we go to your place.” Her cheeks flame with arousal, as she thinks about what they will do once they finally arrive at his flat.

“I can make you some fast food at my flat. The likes you’ll have never experienced before in all your life.”

She looks at him, her brows raised. “We haven’t got long.” She reminds him, “I’ve got to get my train home in two hours…”

“Well, walk quicker, we’re almost there.”

As soon as he slams the door behind them he envelopes her body within his. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, almost inhaling her in his passion. Their lips joust and duel as his hands dive under her clothes, ripping the t-shirt up over her head and yanking her breasts almost painfully from the cups of her favourite, sexy lace bra.

She runs her hands up the back of his T-shirt, feeling his strong muscles as his hands dip down to the curve of her ass. The fingers trace round and slide over her stomach into her jeans, just then, her stomach emits a loud, un-lady like grumble.

“I told you I was hungry.” She pants, embarrassed, a loose red curl sitting on the enflamed pink of her cheek.

“Oh yes, indeed.” he drags her into his kitchen, and pushes her back onto the substantial wooden table in the middle of the room. He slips off her trousers and knickers in one movement, then disrobes himself too. He pads over to the fridge.

“Stay still.” He barks, as he hears her move. When he comes back to the table, he drops several items on the wood beside her. He presses something soft to her lips and she bites into it, the sweet, strawberry juices slipping down her throat. He takes two more, cold as ice and smooshes them over her nipples.

His fingers come to her lips once more and she feels something soft and giving like velvet caressing them. She licks out, curiously and tastes the rich, creamy soft cheese as it’s pressed into her mouth. As she chews and swallows she feels more of the cheese being spread over her taut stomach.

She gasps as she feels something cool dribbling over her cheeks and moans as the cold, sticky dribble covers her lips and tongue; the sweet, sunshine honey taste hitting her as the cool stream sweeps up and down her body, a pool of it forming in her navel.

Now she feels his rough tongue and smooth lips as they lap and kiss down from her lips and her cheeks, over the curve of her neck to the strawberry-jewelled breasts , the cheese smeared stomach and the honey dribbled belly button. Down he sweeps, lower and lower.

“God, I’m hungry.” He gasps, his face disappearing between her thighs.




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Freezer Burn
by Belegon

“It’s cold. Hold me?”

“As you wish…”

“Silly man. I love you too. Just hold me tight. I love the way our breath mingles in the air when we can see it like this. Kiss me now.”

I do as she wishes, the heat of her mouth such a contrast to the chill air on my face. Her soft tongue flicking over my hard teeth, the thrill and the memories making something else hard as well.

“Oh, do you like that, baby? I like the way it feels too…the air feels so sharp when our lips part. I wonder how that would feel elsewhere?”

She doesn’t warn me, just drops to her knees, and pulls down my zipper. She reaches inside and pulls my boxers aside. The cold air is shocking on that area, and the warm, moist heat of her mouth is ecstasy. She hums her enjoyment of my reaction and I gasp, the chill of the inrushing air making me aware of the depths of my lungs.

As she pulls back the difference between inside her mouth and outside of it is deliciously shocking, and I am helpless to prevent her indulgence, despite the danger of it. I want to tell her we must wait for tonight, but I can’t speak such blasphemous words.

She releases me from my prison of propriety with an audible, wet pop, and I mourn my parole. She tucks me back in, and pulls the zipper up as she stands.

“We better get back. We’ll continue this later lover boy. Grab what you came for…”

Reluctantly, I turn and pick up the box of frozen hamburger patties, then turn and stare at her ass as she bends over for a box of French fries to run back to the fryer.

“The guys on the grill are going to wonder what took so long …”

“So tell them the boss was giving you head in the freezer, I dare you. Gonna stay and close up with me?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

She smiles as she opens the freezer door and walks out. I take a moment to compose myself before following.

And everybody wonders why I love a job working fast food….




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Bumblefuck Cat Toss
by MistressJett

The last time I worked in a restaurant, it was a truck stop in Bumblefuck, Ohio. They sold a lot of hamburgers. And I do mean a lot - part of my job as prep cook was to take twenty pound blocks of ground beef and turn them into piles of quarter pound patties. I had to do this damn near daily, and I had to do it quickly. There were other tasks to be accomplished, ya know? So I'd often make a mess of things and end up leaving at the end of the day, worn out and conquered by the food, with scraps of meat clinging to the tread of my boots. My roommate's kittens loved me. They'd curl themselves around my boots, kicking and fighting to pick out the tiny bits of beef. Thinking back, that was pretty disgusting. But the cats were happy.

One night, I'd just gotten home from work and needed a drink before I hopped in the shower. I plopped down at the computer to check my email while I sucked on a beer. As luck would have it, that's when the phone rang. My girlfriend was still saving cash to move out to Bumblefuck and had her final semester of school to finish. We hadn't had a chance to talk in a few days, so I answered the phone hoping it would be her.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, how was work?"

"The usual. I'm tired and smell a bit like a slaughterhouse."

She giggled.

"And how's school going?"

"Exams are over. We're going to the bar tonight."

"Oh yeah? What are you wearing?"

I couldn't help myself. We didn't usually resort to phone sex, but somehow it seemed appropriate as I sat there, beer in hand and a kitten suckling the sole of each boot.

She described the outfit - corset, short skirt, fuck me boots. I'd seen her wear all of them, so it was easy to picture what she looked like just then. I told her how I was touching myself, and it sounded like she was getting into it. Before long, most of her side of the conversation had been whittled down to grunts and moans.

Apparently, one of the kittens got excited about my hand moving around in my lap. It jumped up, latching onto my fingers with its pointy little claws.

"Oh, fuck! Get off of me!"

I flung around wildly, trying to disengage the tiny terrorist. Meanwhile, its sibling had decided to join in the fun and climbed up my leg for a better vantage point of the Bumblefuck Cat Toss. My girlfriend had snapped out of sexy mode and was trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Cat claws. Oh shit!"

Just then, my roommate walked into the room. I was mortified, with my equipment exposed and a kitten in my lap.

"What the fuck are you doing with my cats? Dude, that's just wrong."

I ended up having to find a new roommate, and my girl stopped answering my calls. At least I still had a job.




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Fries?
by cheerful_deviant

“Remind you of anyone?” Kathy said, holding up a fry.

Bethany looked over, “Shut up.”

“No?” Kathy’s eyes gleamed as she held up another smaller fry. “Better?”

Kathy was referring to Bethany’s new boyfriend. He was handsome, captain of the football team and, at least according to rumor, very lightly endowed. “Bitch.” She muttered under her breath. Aloud she said, “It’s not like you’d know anything about that anyway.”

Kathy was the only lesbian girl in the senior class and made no effort to hide it, in fact she reveled in it.

A beep from the headset Bethany was wearing told her that there was a customer at the drive thru. She took the order and got the drinks while Kathy filled the rest of the order. When the car drove off she looked back to Kathy.

For some reason she felt the need to defend her boyfriend and said, “Well, it seems to work fine on me.”

Kathy sniffed, “That’s just because you don’t know what it can really be like.”

“Oh, and I suppose you do?”

Kathy smirked, “You have no idea.”

Bethany had always felt a secret curiosity about lesbian sex and in a burst of daring blurted, “Prove it!”

Kathy’s wickedly predatory smile suddenly made Bethany feel like an entrée. Kathy stepped up and embraced her. Their lips met and Bethany was surprised at how soft her lips felt, much different from a man’s kiss. She let out an involuntary moan as Kathy’s hands trailed down her back and over her ass. She was surprised and more than a little alarmed by how fast her body was responding to another woman.

She let out a little whimper as Kathy’s hands expertly unbuttoned her pants and pushed them slowly down. She felt terribly exposed and was glad that the drive thru was the only part of the restaurant that was open.

Kathy leaned back against the register as Kathy dropped to her knees in front of her. “Oh God…” she moaned as Kathy pulled her panties down.

A startled yelp of surprise escaped her as Kathy’s tongue made contact with her clit. The yelp turned to loud moaning as Kathy’s talented tongue explored further.

At first she didn’t notice the beep in her ear but after a moment she realized that they had a customer.

“Can… can I… I help you?” She managed.

“Two large Cokes.”

“Um… ah… ok. Ah, drive up.” She managed to get out.

Reaching back she got the sodas and turned to the window to give them to the customer, glad Kathy was out of sight below the counter. Handing the sodas out the window she said, “On the… the… house.” Without waiting for an answer she leaned back over the register as her climax tore through her. She cried out with the startling assault of the intense pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt.

Kathy stood up and kissed her, “So?”

Bethany, still dazed said, “No more fries for me.”





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Order Up
by arienette

“Here you go guys, sorry about the wait.” Marcia leaned into the window of an awaiting car, her shirt hanging low enough to give the three guys waiting a nice view as she handed three grease-soaked bags to the guy occupying the passenger seat.

“Yeah, it’s fine, baby, the guy in the driver’s seat said before obviously adjusting himself as he peered down her shirt.

She smiled and gave them a wink. Working her way through college wasn’t easy, especially since she didn’t opt to be a stripper; she had to get her kicks when she could, right?

“Well I hope to see you all again soon, okay?” Marcia gave them a quick smile before detaching herself from the window.

“Where you going, sweetie?”

“Well it seems you three are my last order before I get to close up, so have a good night, guys.” With that she smirked and began turning around.

Unexpectedly, the passenger door opened and she was grabbed by the back of her hair. She screamed, but it was muffled by a large hand and because it was nearly closing time all of the other employees were in the back cleaning with the mindset of going home and no other customers were in the vicinity.

After about fifteen minutes, the car stopped on a side road in the middle of nowhere when the three guys stepped out of the car and drug Marcia out by her hair. The guys that had been in the passenger and back seats held Marcia down on the hood of the car face down. The guy who had been in the driver’s seat came up from behind her and ran his hands up under her skirt noticing she had no panties on.

“What’s this, slut?”

Marcia was trying to hold back tears but suddenly started sobbing when she felt two thick fingers probe at her slit.

“You’ve been begging for this and you know it, you little tease.”

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her, the two other guys unloaded their cocks out on her face and in the heat of the moment as she started looking forward to an orgasm of her own; she started licking both hardening pieces of flesh before her. The fingers stopped as she approached climax and became soaked in her own formulated juices.

Unzipping his jeans, his dick tumbled out and he positioned himself just right behind her and rammed himself up and into her pulsating pussy. She went crazy sucking and licking his friends until they exploded and in minutes Marcia was having the most amazing orgasm of her life as the man behind her drove in and out until he quickly pulled and released his load all over her back.

The three guys gathered themselves and stranded Marcia on the side of the road without looking back. They had planned the attack on this girl for months and it had been everything they had thought it would be. Fucking amazing.





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Love For Dessert
by Rumple Foreskin

Was this what love felt like? Kelly didn’t know. She’d wanted Jerry, but just for his family’s money and status. Rowdy was her favorite playmate. Even when she hooked Jerry, that wouldn’t change. Now, after what happened last night, she wasn’t sure how she felt.

Jerry had been so worn-out from his summer job it was almost funny. But a quick stop at the T-Bone Grill for a big lettuce and tomato salad, two double-cheeseburgers, a large order of curly fries, and three glasses of ice tea revived him enough to want something special for dessert.

That was okay with her. It was past time to be nice to him. Besides, she felt frisky. So she decided he was about to get lucky.

That Jerry turned out to be so good came as a surprise, and a real bonus. The first time was okay, maybe even a little exciting. Of course, most first times were. But other than that, it was sex as usual.

After they rested and shared a cigarette, however, he began making love, not just to the boobs and all that, but to every part of her body, and there was nothing in his way, either. He insisted on taking off all her clothes. So there she lay, buck-naked in the back seat of his car, while he did his thing. And she loved every moment.

In her experience, most guys were eager to paw and grab, but just until they moved on to the serious stuff. Jerry seemed to enjoy foreplay, kissing and touching and nibbling and stroking everywhere. And he kept on doing it until she was on the verge of begging him to go ahead and start the serious stuff.

When he did, it was good, real good. It wasn’t just the sex that made everything so incredible, although that was nice, but the feeling he wanted to make love to her, not just get laid.

Maybe after wanting her for so long, he was determined to enjoy every bit of her body and savor every moment of their time together. Maybe that was the way he always made love. Whatever the reason, being on the receiving end was fantastic.

But what happened on the way home was something extra special. She was all cuddled up beside him with his arm around her shoulders, and all that. On a straight stretch of road, he leaned over and kissed her. When it ended, he glanced at the road, then back at her and said, "I need you--now." It came as a surprise, but she nodded.

They parked so close to the road you could still see cars passing. It was almost like doing it right out in public. Jerry didn't seem to care where they were, and moments later, neither did she. It was all so spontaneous, so passionate, so, well, so romantic.

Tonight, they’d start back at the T-Bone, then go for dessert. She smiled with anticipation and, yes, love.

So long, Rowdy.




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Lickable
by sophia jane

“I’ll meet you home for lunch in ten minutes.”

“Lunch? Or…?”

“Surprise me.”

Hanging up the phone, I considered the options and then smiled a wicked grin. Quickly gathering the necessities, I made my plan.

With two minutes to spare, I looked down at myself sprawled on the dining room table. “Perfect.”

He walked in a minute later and smiled as he saw me. His gaze traveled down my body, taking in the whipped cream on my breasts, the dribble of chocolate down my belly, the strawberry nestled between my thighs.

“Lunch,” I said. “I’ve got twenty minutes, so there was only time for this.”

“Thank god I like fast food.”

Walking toward me, he pulled off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes on mine, he leaned down and slowly licked the cream off my right breast and then the left, his tongue tickling my skin with each lap. I grabbed his head and tugged him toward me for a kiss. The taste of the cream was sweet, and I sighed against his lips.

He pulled away and grinned, then lowered himself to trail down my stomach, sucking the chocolate off my skin as he went. When he reached the nestle between my thighs, he laughed. “I’ve always loved strawberries.”

He bit into the berry and I could feel the movement of his face against my skin. My clit ached for his touch as I waited for him to stop the tease. He sensed my anticipation and laughed again. Pulling my hips further toward the edge of the table, he wrapped his arms around my hips and sunk his mouth into my pussy. His tongue pushed into me, and I groaned, tightening my legs around his head.

“This is my favorite food,” he whispered. And then promptly suckled my clit into his mouth, hard. His teeth nipped the nub, and I thrust against him, wanting more and needing everything. He slipped one finger into my cunt, and then another, timing his thrusts to the rhythm of his tongue. My hips continued to buck against him, and I held tight to his hair, holding his mouth hard against me. His teeth grazed my clit again, and with one last thrust, I screamed.

“Thanks for lunch,” he said patting my thigh. He stood and picked up his jacket. “I’ll see you at dinner. I think we need to finish what we started.”

Congrats, peeps!

MistressJett said:

Well, damn. That was a shock. My very first attempt at humour, and I didn't think it was that good. Thanks y'all - I'm glad you liked it!

(Thanks also for all the smiles this brought me over the past few days.)

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Congrats Jett !!!
Great Job!


Congrats to all entrants, well done

Hugo

Congrats Jett. It was a wonderfully funny story.

And Honey -- good going!

Congrats to my dahlink Jett and everyone who posted. Sexy and funny stuff.

WOW, I never would have guessed some of those were written by who they are written by... I thought Rumply wrote Bumblefuck for sure! That name alone... <grin>

CONGRATS, Jett!!!! Great job

Congrats to our highly esteemed winner, Jett - and to the non-trophied writers too- who won because they put it out there!
Lazy, uninspired dorks like me are so grateful to you guys for your entertaining reads!

Congrats Jett!

And of course congrats to everyone who entered.

Question: re Story Discussion

Congratulations to the finalists and winners!


I wonder of any of the last six would mind if the Story Disc Circle discussed his or her entry? (To make a discussion feasible, a limited number is needed.)

Probably it falls under 'free speech' to discuss literotica stories, esp. at literotica, but I'm asking as a courtesy, the following authors:
Mistress J., Honey, Kev, Ted-E, Belegon and Cheerful. As moderator I would do my best to keep the discussion respectful.

If you reply here, it will save me PM ing you. I will follow up with a PM to those I don't hear from. Of course, you would be welcome to comment on your story or on the comments, in the thread set up at the Story Discussion Circle.

Thanks,

'pure'

Well done Jett! and everyone who took part


And thank you to whoever was the one person who voted for my quickly thrown together entry *grins*

Pure said:

Congratulations to the finalists and winners!


I wonder of any of the last six would mind if the Story Disc Circle discussed his or her entry? (To make a discussion feasible, a limited number is needed.)

Probably it falls under 'free speech' to discuss literotica stories, esp. at literotica, but I'm asking as a courtesy, the following authors:
Mistress J., Honey, Kev, Ted-E, Belegon and Cheerful. As moderator I would do my best to keep the discussion respectful.

If you reply here, it will save me PM ing you. I will follow up with a PM to those I don't hear from. Of course, you would be welcome to comment on your story or on the comments, in the thread set up at the Story Discussion Circle.

Thanks,

'pure'

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It's fine by me, although I'm not sure a 500 word snippit is very representative of my real writing. But I'd still like to hear what the group says.

SelenaKittyn said:

WOW, I never would have guessed some of those were written by who they are written by... I thought Rumply wrote Bumblefuck for sure! That name alone... <grin>

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Exactly.

Congrats to the winners, and all who competed. It was a great show.

Congrats!( *12)

That looked like fun

Pure said:

Congratulations to the finalists and winners!


I wonder of any of the last six would mind if the Story Disc Circle discussed his or her entry? (To make a discussion feasible, a limited number is needed.)

Probably it falls under 'free speech' to discuss literotica stories, esp. at literotica, but I'm asking as a courtesy, the following authors:
Mistress J., Honey, Kev, Ted-E, Belegon and Cheerful. As moderator I would do my best to keep the discussion respectful.

If you reply here, it will save me PM ing you. I will follow up with a PM to those I don't hear from. Of course, you would be welcome to comment on your story or on the comments, in the thread set up at the Story Discussion Circle.

Thanks,

'pure'

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I wasn't a finalist, but you're welcome to tear mine to shreds on the SDC.

MistressJett said:

Well, damn. That was a shock. My very first attempt at humour, and I didn't think it was that good. Thanks y'all - I'm glad you liked it!

(Thanks also for all the smiles this brought me over the past few days.)

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Congrats Jett!!!

Congrats to everyone and thank you to those who voted for my story...

Pure...I have no problem with my flash fiction story to be discussed. Perhaps it will help me become a better writer ~ or stop writing all together...either way, I'll take my chances with the group dicussion....thanks.


Liar, does the second place winner at least get a kiss???

JETT! JETT! JETT!

Mega-congrats are always due for winning any contest. But to bring home the bacon, or in this case the mug, on your first try is extra special.

Dampy and Salena, thank you for thinking I write as well as Jett. My poor pitiful entry deservedly fell in the first round.

Rumple Foreskin

ps: A tip of the hat to Liar for all the fun.

Honey123 said:

Liar, does the second place winner at least get a kiss???

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A and a

Grats, Jett, and yes you had a wonderfully humorous story. I damn near hurt myself laughing so hard, and I thought "how could this not win?" Enjoy the sweet looking mug and savor the "quickie" well done.

Honey123 said:

Liar, does the second place winner at least get a kiss???

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Come here, Honey-girl...

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Congrats Jet! It's a good piece of work, Lady! Do you have new inspiration?