Advizor's Flash Fiction Friday!
Required Phrase = "Answer it"
Forbidden Words = Orgasm
Word Length = 661 (I ended at 660!)
Extra Credit = Tell us who's calling
Bonus Words = 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession (um.. I'm voting no on this one lol)
As always, read, enjoy, comment if you're so inclined, then follow the link above and read the rest!
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They met at the golf course, arguing over who got the last
cart. He grudgingly offered to share, and she reluctantly agreed. The first
five holes were played in silence. Neither caring enough about what was
considered polite to want to be the first to give in. Then he missed a putt,
said a few choice words, and she remarked upon his vulgarity. His response was
biting, cruel, but she merely laughed. With a few choice phrases of her own,
she let him know that he was a mere amateur in the world of cutting insults.
As they played the remainder of the eighteen holes, they
compared curses, pejoratives, and golf swings. He conceded that she played
pretty well… for a woman. She
confessed that he was kinda handsome… for
a useless CEO. They traded insults and telephone numbers.
On Hole Thirteen, she sliced her initial drive into the
wooded rough with an appropriate amount of colorful phrases. While looking for
the small white ball, she snapped a quick picture of her masturbating with the
handle of her club. She sent it to him just as he stepped onto the tee box and
giggled when his drive hooked hard.
The insults faded but the photographs grew. On Hole Fourteen,
she received a video of him stroking his cock. On the way to Hole Sixteen, he
almost drove them into a tree when she swallowed that same cock into her throat.
She played Hole Seventeen topless; Eighteen completely nude.
She attacked him in the elevator, pressing him against the
wall with savage kisses. A flick of her wrist dropped his straining dick into
her hand. He braced his back against the wall when she climbed his body and impaled
herself upon his waiting cock. Overcoming his shock quickly, he spun her around
to pound into her tight pussy. She came just as the doors opened with a ding. A
waiting young man gaped in amazement at the unexpected and erotic show. She
slid from her lover’s arms, patted the young man’s blushing cheek and blew him
a kiss as she sauntered down the hall.
Once they entered his hotel room, her handsome CEO became
the aggressor. Buttons flew as he ripped off his clothing and tossed them in
every direction. He scooped her into his arms and threw her onto his bed with a
growl. She scraped her nails down his back until he pinned her hands to the
bed. His thick cock invaded her eager pussy once more and pounded into her with
lustful abandon.
The telephone’s shrill ringing threw off his rhythm and he
groaned in frustration. She wrestled her hand free and teased his sweat-slick
back with a light scraping of her nails.
“Answer it,” she whispered huskily. “I want to see if you
can talk and fuck at the same time. Answer it. I dare you.”
In their eighteen holes of golf, he had never been able to
resist a dare. With an erotic grind of his hips, he plucked the receiver from
the cradle. “Hello? Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Volonin. I wasn't expecting your call.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting up so he couldn't pause while on the telephone. He nearly dropped the receiver on her
head.
“Yes, sir. No, no, it’s fine, I’m just kind of busy right
now.” She bit his nipple and grinned as he fought the moan that threatened to
burst free. The head of the California mafia might be amused at his puppet CEO’s
erotic distraction… or he might not. “Yeah, I just met her today, in fact. We've hit it off pretty well. How did you know?”
“Because he sent me,” she murmured as she slid the long
dagger into his side. Her legs maintained their tight grip around his waist as
the life slowly drained from his eyes. As he breathed his last, she shook with
the power of her release.
Damn, she loved her
job!
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Love the ending! You always have a way of surprising me Maz!
ReplyDeleteThis one flowed pretty solidly with only minor corrections here and there to reduce word count. Poor guy, I knew he wasn't going to make it from the beginning lol
Deleteso thats why people play golf
ReplyDeletewell it was definitely why she played. That day at least!
DeleteI might have to try golf now. And that ending! Hope you weren't too attached to him.
ReplyDeletelol yeah, poor guy. Maybe he at least died happy?
DeleteOh, I loved the twisted ending! Great story!
ReplyDeleteThank you! It was a fun story :D
DeleteTalk about a good walk, ruined!!! Golf & elevator sex, awesome!!
ReplyDeleteOther than that whole dying thing at the end, I thought they made a boring game kind of enjoyable with the naughty stuff lol I wonder if they even kept score after she started dropping clothing?
DeleteWow, what a way to go!
ReplyDeleteThat 19th hole is a killer ;)
Would her golfing handicap improve after such a game? Or just her kill ratio?
DeleteLovely twist at the end; but what is it with FFF. There has been more murders in the last two weeks than an episode of a TV show! :)
ReplyDeleteI think I take the phrase "kill your darlings" way, WAY too seriously XD
DeleteLove it, so much! Unexpected. And such a long, hot journey to that moment.
ReplyDeleteThank you! This one was a lot of fun. Be wary of naked women on golf courses. lol
DeleteWow, there's the kicker of the day! What a take on this pic. :-)
ReplyDeleteAs you say, I'll take this lesson to heart - beware of naked women on golf courses! Happy FFF!
The last few were too happy. I felt the poor man just had to die. XD
DeleteOoooh! I like it. Wondered who was going to kill who after your tease.:)
ReplyDeleteThe body count keeps going up! As I was reading thought that I had to get out my clubs again, but now I'm just thinking I'll stick with putt-putt at the rec center. Yikes.
ReplyDeleteGreat entry!
Oh what nasty fun this was! Great FFFing with you!
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