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Solace – FFF

watcher looking through an old elevator grating gate at a couple having sex in the elevator

Image credit: Justin Mongroo

 

She came every week, same day, same time. He counted on it. But she brought a different man every time. That was important: just props.

He waited for the creaking of the decrepit stairs as they climbed to his floor. Where the antique elevator was frozen. Where the porphyria imprisoned him indoors.

She and prop cock stepped into the elevator car, pulling the iron grate gate shut. He padded silently to a spot where she and he could see each other, but prop could not.

Clothes shed, she eased her dripping pussy back onto prop’s fat cock, eyes locked on him. He savagely pumped his own prick as she braced herself and mouthed to him: “Solace, son.”

 

©2012 RamTheSunlover, all rights reserved.

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above, and to write a flash fiction piece of 117 words or less, excluding the title. Additionally, I provided this key word to be used somewhere in the story:

“…decrepit…”

If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget you see. Your link will appear in the widget itself, not in the comments, so everyone that’s playing will be listed here below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along. Authors: remember that you may choose to put in a general link to your blog, or a specific link to your fiction post. I recommend a specific link so that readers passing through days, weeks, or months from now will go straight to the story.

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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #5

blonde nude model in fishnet stockings marilyn jess being groped by multiple men in tuxedos photgraphed by junger madchen

Credit: model Marilyn Jess, photographer Junger Madchen

 

Booster wife rocked back on her high heels gripping both our cocks tight. “She’s got plenty,” she purred at me, “I want mine.”

My trio stayed  put.

She leaned into Booster’s shoulder. He shrugged genially at me, tugging her strapless dress down to the floor: “I’ll hold her. You do her.”

All our eyes turned back to the spurting spectacle. Cock followed cock exploding onto ABW’s glistening flesh.

Booster wife’s breathing quickened with each spurting at the center. She pumped our cocks in synch with the motion of each succeeding trio.

I turned toward her, lightly stroking her velvety shaved pussy lips with one hand and, reaching behind her with the other, pushing my thumb into her anus and two fingers up into her slick pussy.

Love using that two-handed sweet torture.

Booster and I both felt the quivering beginning of her orgasm as she stopped pumping and held us tight. He reached up roughly kneading her breast and twisting her nipple.

I pushed my thumb into her ass up to the second knuckle and rolled my fingers around inside those silky folds.

She later denied actually blacking out.

But I know better.

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For more of my erotic fiction and flash fiction, check out the sidebar collection of the Memoirs, and the Portfolio page.

Written by ©2012, all rights reserved.

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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #3

woman fucking a man in cowgirl position with another man in a suit watching

image credit: Garm’s Kiss

 

Ms. Stewart met us at her front door wearing the black frame librarian style glasses she sometimes affected, black stockings decorated with red bows, and black high heels with red soles. My cock immediately began to swell and shift in my suit trousers.

“Oh,” she said looking at me and lifting the mask up on her forehead.

Nate said, “You remember Mike? Is this ok?”

“I remember Mike. And the other Wolf brothers,” she paused and smiled to herself, glancing at burgeoning bulge at my zipper, “and it’s ok…………..but he has to only watch. This time.”

I smiled tightly, “Of course. You’re in charge……………this time.”

Nate stripped and they desported themselves on the couch. As she rode his cock in a slow rocking motion, her eyes never left me. “Take it out Mike,” she whispered.

I unzipped, pulled out my now fully swollen cock and began to stroke it slowly in my fist. She picked up her own pace, her eyes locked on my motion.

Stopping briefly, I squeezed the shaft; a pearlescent drop bloomed on the tip. She licked her lips and said, “Ok, come closer.”

Recalling for the second time that night the locker room episode , and the way her mouth formed a red O while I fed my cock into it, I began to slam my fist up and down: “Not.   This.   Time.”

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For more of my erotic fiction and flash fiction, check out the Portfolio page.

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