The AH QnD STC Flash compo - semifinal B

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Leave It By The Door

semi-final heat B

Read and cast a vote for your fav. The top two entries will go to the final round.

 

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1

“Are you sure you locked it?” she panted.

“Yes I locked it and double bolted it. No one can get in.”

“Are the curtains all drawn?” she gasped.

“Yes they’re all drawn except for the one that we’re standing in front of while I fuck your arse.”

“Oh dear god. You’re not serious!” Her fingernails gripped the table and a serious loud moan escaped her lips. “Oh I’m so close, please don’t stop!”

Of course he had to. He couldn’t let her state the pace, couldn’t let her dictate the play. So he stopped, pulled his hard, hot cock from her arse and grinned as she whimpered and her knees buckled with the loss of him.

“Oh thank god for that,” she breathed easier, “I thought you’d never st… . Oh!”

Before she had time to remove her blindfold he bent her over the table edge again and rammed his hard cock deep into her cunt.

“You like that slut.” His statement did not require an answer. Her wet body had already given it to him. He knew she wasn’t far from cuming, knew that she would be begging him again in moments and he only hoped that he could hold off long enough to hear that special high keening she made, the sound that sent him wild. He hadn’t fucked her in weeks and didn’t think he’d make it that long, but he’d give it a good try.
“Oh fuck! Yes, keep doing that lover! Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. I can feel you expanding inside my cunt, can feel your cock punching against my g-spot, don’t stop! I’m almost there, almost ready to cum.”

“Don’t you dare cum, slut. Not until I have given you permission. Do you hear me?” His angry growl crashed through her hazy mind.

“Yes Sir.”

“No!”

“No Sir. I promise not to cum but please can I cum. I need to cum so badly.”

Knock. Knock.

They stilled. The pounding of wet bodies stopped. Panting filled the air. Tears began overflowing and falling down her cheeks. So close!

Knock. Knock.

“Did you tell someone you’d be here today?” he spat fiercely.

“No,” she hissed back. “Not a soul. What about you? Did you tell your wife you’d be late home?”
“No. “ He sucked in air, trying to slow his breathing to listen. “What did you do with the toy bag?”

She spun around to face him, eyes wide and breasts heaving with the exertion of their afternoon fuck session.

“You didn’t leave it by the door, did you?”

 

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2

“I’m in some kind of seedy motel room.”

“Describe it to me.”

“There’s rags at the window and just one grimy sheet on the bed. But the carpet it clean. I think it must be new. The wallpaper, no there is no wallpaper, just patterns painted onto bare brick.”

“Who else is in the room?”

“Stephanie.”

“Describe Stephanie.”

“She’s tall, Taller than me. Dark hair, long legs, the kind I like. Her breasts are held in one of those push-up concoctions.”

“What is Stephanie doing?”

“She’s taking off her clothes.”

“Do you like what you see?”

“Very much.”

“Does she remind you of anyone?”

“You mean my mother? No. She’s the complete opposite.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m watching her undress.”

“How are you dressed?”

“I… my shirt is unbuttoned… my dick is sticking out of my open zipper. I have twenty five dollars in my hand. In ones.”

“What is Stephanie doing now?”

“She’s standing there in her panties. She’s pointing at the table by the door.”

“Does she say anything?”

“Leave it by the door. I… I think…. She‘s… I…”

“Francis? What’s wrong? What’s happening now?”

“She… she’s taking of her panties.”

“Go on.”

“She’s taken off her panties and smiling, looking in my eyes and smiling.”

“You don’t like her smile?”

“Her smile’s fine. She has a nice smile. Now she’s reaching out for my dick. I push her down on the bed. She‘s laughing. I slap her face.”

“Why have you hit her Francis?”

“That‘s how he likes it.”

“How he likes it? What are you doing now?”

“I’m going to show him what a dick is for.”

“What’s happening Francis?”

“I’m fucking his dirty fucking ass. Fucking dirty fucking bastard. Have that. Dirty bitch.”

“What is Stephanie doing now?”

“He’s crying and screaming, I’m too rough, he doesn’t like it.--”

“Francis? What’s happened now?”

“The rest of the patrol have come through.”

“The patrol? Where are you now?”

“In a building, a shed, something. Made with bare cinderblocks and rags across the windows. The roof is leaking rain and the lighting keeps making weird shadows on the wall.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m building. Faster. I’m faster and deeper. And harder.”

“Are you still with Stephanie?”

“Yes. Stephanie. No. Not Stephanie.”

“Then who is it Francis?”

“Stephan. He’s called Stephan. He’s crying and screaming. He has no breasts. He’s a young man. My age. He has chevrons on his sleeve. He‘s shouting”

“What is he saying?”

“Three kilometres. Old barn.”

“What’s happening now?”

“I’m still humping, I’m nearly there-- No. NO.”

“What now Francis?”

“Two more. Two three at the most. Nearly there…No. NO. NOOOO.”

“What happened Francis?”

“They’ve pulled me away. My dick is still sticking out. Stephan is curled in a ball on the floor. I pick up my rifle and throw down the map. The corp is signalling.”

“What is he signalling?

“A chopping hand and pointing, ready to go.”

“What is this chopping and pointing?”

“Leave it. By the door.”

 

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3

She was panting heavily and leaning on the door jamb wondering why she'd agreed to help Suzy move. Damn! Fourth floor hell is what this was and no elevator to ease the way.

Suzy had more than her help; Joe and Matt were in there somewhere. Lindsay called into the condo, "Hey! Can someone grab this last box out here on the landing?"

Matt stuck his head around the corner, "Sure, in a second, Linds, bring that one over here."

"Where are the other two?" Lindsay heard muffled giggling from down the short hall. She quirked her brow at Matt and set the box marked "DISHES" on the counter, "Don't tell me they're..."

He nodded.

"Already?" Lindsay couldn't believe Suzy and Joe were christening her new bedroom before all of the boxes were in the door. "The nerve!" Her mock indignation made Matt smile.

"You know what that means, though, don't you Linds?" He put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him, "We get the shower." With a wink, he began to tug her t-shirt out of her jeans.

Lindsay giggled and squirmed free, practically skipping down the hall as she lifted her shirt off over her head. Matt caught her, dragging the squealing, half-nude young woman back behind him to win the race to the door.

Lindsay tackled him and rode his back into the bath. It was roomy and had been renovated with a large shower stall taking the place of the standard, builder tub.

As they both struggled free of their clothes, Lindsay offered, "I guess we all win that dash, then. But some of us win," her eyes moved down to where Matt's growing bulge pressed his zipper, "more than others."

"Oh crap, Linds, there's still that box out there. What's in it, anyway?"

"Towels, I think. We'll need them. Bring the box inside and grab a couple, then just leave it by the door."

 

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4

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” Ellie gushed, gliding across the hardwood floor like a ballerina, her ass floating high in the air as if it was suspended by a puppeteer’s string. Albert watched, mesmerized by the girl’s petite body.

Ellie was his wife’s younger stepsister, back from college for a visit. The layover at Dallas had postponed her arrival, giving them extra time to get the house in order; and extra time for his wife to remind him what a failure he was - especially in the house cleaning department.

Ellie flitted about the huge room, examining the expensive antiques Albert’s wife was so fond of. She paused at the bay window, her ponytail silhouetted gold in the afternoon light. Albert gazed longingly, imagining Ellie, standing by a bed, undressing...

“Albert, honey,” his wife snapped, interrupting his secret fantasy, “Ellie’s dying for a shower. Show her where the bathroom is? I have to run to Walgreens.

Albert had learned long ago that obeying his wife was the easiest way to keep things running smoothly in their household. After all, it was her money that paid for their splendid Victorian home; her money that retired his student loans and financed his floundering consultant business. Lucky for him, she had no control over what happened in his mind.

“This way, Ellie” he said politely, visualizing her creamy white thighs wrapped around his...

A rich vanilla odor brought him back to reality. It was emanating from Ellie.

He smiled.

“Sis said I could borrow a robe?”

“Sure,” Albert replied, lost in thought.

“Just leave it by the door,” she said, batting her blue-green eyes. He turned, embarrassed, and headed for the bedroom, the vision of her freckled cleavage burned into his mind forever.

A few moments later he was standing by the door, robe in hand, thinking about knocking when he heard the squeak of the faucet, and the subsequent rushing of the water. This meant only one thing - Ellie was naked.

As he knelt to place the robe on the floor, the keyhole caught his eye. It was the old style, the kind you can peer through. So he did.

He gasped at the sight of Ellie’s angelic nakedness shimmering ghostlike from behind the shower doors. He could make out the dark triangle of her bush, sienna brown, just like his wife’s. However, unlike his wife’s, Ellie’s breasts jutted straight out, conical, like a pair of New Years Eve hats. They jiggled with every languid move she made, the pink nipples piercing his heart with sickening lust.

A moment later, his aching dick was in his hand. He started stroking it slowly, hoping to save his ejaculation for the moment she climbed out of the shower, revealing her pink secrets to his prying eyes.

Suddenly, she was singing softly, wrapping him in a cocoon of intimacy so complete, he never even heard the click of the front door as his wife returned to grab her blackberry from the bedroom.

 

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5

Angela quickly hurried into the bedroom to change. She arrived home an hour later than usual and her husband called informing her he was on his way home with two surprise guests. She entered the kitchen just as she heard her husband call out to her.

"In here, David," she answered.

"Hey baby," David greeted when he entered the kitchen, sharing a lingering kiss with his wife of five years.

"Now what's this surprise, or should I say who?" she asked.

"Do you remember last year when we were on vacation in Cancun and the couple we met while we were there?" David asked.

"Yeah."

Angela had fond memories of Mary and Thomas, the couple they'd met on their first night. They'd always been curious about swinging and when they met Mary and Thomas, they had the opportunity to jump into that lifestyle with both feet.

"Well, I ran into Thomas at the bank today. Turns out he and Mary just moved here a couple weeks ago. They've been staying in a hotel and I offered them a room here until their house is ready."

A knowing smile crossed Angela's face. "They're here?"

"Yep!"

"Wow!" Angela said.

"You two done yet?" a male voice asked from behind David.

"Thomas!" Angela squealed and threw herself into his arms. "It's so good to see you!"

"Good to see you too, Angie. How have you been?" Thomas placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"Wonderful! Where's Mary?" she asked, glancing around Thomas.

"She's in the living room waiting for you and David."

Angela rushed into the living room, squealing with delight and pulling her friend into a lingering hug.

Mary broke their embrace and pulled Angela down to the couch beside her. "I'm sure David told you the house we bought isn't quite ready for us to move in yet and he offered us a room here. We've been staying in a hotel for the last few weeks." Mary smiled seductively up at David. "So, what are your plans for the weekend?"

"As far as I know, nothing," Mary replied.

Thomas took a seat on the other side of Angela, placing his hand high on her thigh and smiling wickedly at her.

David approached Mary and pulled her to her feet. "Let's give these two some privacy," he said, leading her toward the bedroom.

In the blink of an eye, Mary and David had stripped down and fallen to the mattress, locked in a heated kiss. In the living room, Angela lay beneath Thomas on the couch, both of them naked. She writhed under Thomas' gentle caresses. Her passion soared and she nearly didn't hear the harsh knock on the door.

"Who is it?" she rasped out.

"I have a special delivery for Angela and David Michaels," the voice on the other side of the door said.

"Just leave it by the door!" Angela cried out as Thomas thrust himself into her.

 

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6

Heather sipped the last of her coffee, and then began washing the breakfast dishes. Billy had gone to work and she was feeling lazy. She slopped water on her nightgown and dabbed at it with a dishtowel. The doorbell rang.

“Who is it?”

“Package delivery,” a gruff male voice replied.

“I’m busy. Leave it by the door.”

“Yes ma’m.”

“Thank you.”

No answer.

Some people are so rude. Probably mad I didn’t give him a tip.

Heather stiffened in terror as a hand clapped over her mouth.

“Don’t make a sound.”

The package delivery man! Oh God! No!

His hard body was warm against her. Her skin crawled beneath the thin cotton.

Oh my God! He must be naked!

He took his hand from her mouth and gripped her neck.

“Please, don’t hurt me! I…I have money and jewelry. Take it and leave me alone.”

His guttural laugh sent a chill down her spine.

“I don’t want that, I want you. I’m going to fuck you. All you sluts want me to fuck you. I see all of you looking at me, wanting my cock. Now you’re going to get it.”

“Nooo…Go away…my husband will be home any minute...”

“He won’t be home for hours. I know. I’ve been watching your house.”

His grip tightened on her throat as he ripped the flimsy nightgown from her body. Her nipples stiffened as her breasts swung free. He pulled her away from the sink and pushed her face down on the counter.

“Spread your legs, slut.”

“No, please.”

“I said spread ‘em bitch!”

He kicked her legs apart and fingered her pussy. Her body responded to the stimulation while her brain screamed ‘No’!

He pumped two fingers into her wetness and twisted them inside her. An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

“You like it don’t you, slut?”

Her only response was a moan of fear... and of pleasure.

She gasped as his cock thrust into her.

Ahhhhh! He’s splitting me open. He’s so big...

He gripped her hips and pounded into her, grunting like an animal as his hand rubbed her throbbing clit. She braced herself against the cabinets, pushing back on his thick meat, out of her mind with lust.

“Yes! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!”

“Take it all you bitch. You love it!”

He slammed into her with all his strength, her hips rising to meet every stroke. She cried out wordlessly in pleasure as she felt an orgasm burn through her body. Then she was coming, coming hard, drenching his cock in her warm juices as he moaned and shot ropes of thick cum deep inside her. She came once more and fell into his arms.

“You were wonderful Billy.”

“I thought I was going to squirt my balls out my cock I came so hard.”

“I love this role playing. What should we do next?”

“I’m the Principal and you’re a naughty student?”

“I’ll get the ruler, the wooden one.”