FFF - 3/5 - Episode Quickie

I truly hope this isn't the last we see of FFF.  It's too much fun!   OK,  this week's kinky prompt:

This week's Flash Fiction Challenge is a little bit different.

Your goal - Describe what happens in the next 5 minutes.

Star Wars references optional

Word Limit: 200

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His cock twitched as the girls took their final bow.  The one on the right, sweet Jedi, she was hot.  A touch of the dark side. That had always been his thing. And that ass! The perfect canvas for his handprint. He watched her turn and scan the audience; passing him over alwaysas always. The other girls left their Storm Trooper helmets on the stage.  He grinned as she grabbed hers and hit the hallway. He chugged his drink and followed. 

She bent over the back of the couch; heels, garters, stockings and crotchless panties still in place.  She heard the door. His belt. His zipper. Heard his breathing change within the confines of the mask.She smiled.

His hand fell hard across her ass. As soon as she gasped, he was balls deep inside her.  She felt the clunky helmet over her shoulder.. His perfect hands. His cock hard and deep. Divine.

She moaned on the first stroke and came on the second, milking him dry with her tight box. One more thrust and he got off, pulled out, and hit the door. Her mystery man. Her nerdy wet dream.

He always came on Star Wars night.


So did she.

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(200 on the nose! Fun challenge.)

FFF - 7/11, So High

Key Words:
FAA (or local equivalent), Service
Word Limit: 300 
Forbidden Words: Flight, Mile High Club
Extra Credit:  Add an element of Truth
Bonus Words:  50 if she's not a stewardess


"Like what you see?"

Her position was demure, considering her state of undress.  Honey blonde curls tumbled over bare shoulders to cover her breasts.  Her legs were crossed, only the thin strip of black silk at her hip hinting at the flimsy thong.  A black kitten heel dangled from her right foot, bouncing slowly up and down as she swung her leg. He lowered his clipboard in front of his cock to obscure his immediate hard-on.  Her full lips curved into a smile.

"Ma'am," he stammered, "I'm not done with my inspection."

She stood, sliding her panties down over long, shapely legs.

"I'll give you something to inspect," she replied, taking a step towards him.

His eyes took in every inch of her smooth skin, rosy nipples, and the perfectly manicured blonde triangle at the juncture of her thighs.  His tongue flicked out across his lower lip.  Beads of sweat gathered across his brow.  And still she stood before him in those sexy-ass heels.  He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the clipboard.

"Ma'am, the FAA requires that every private plane pass an annual inspection..."

She dropped to her knees in front of him, running her hand over his straining erection before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks, and pulling out his rock-hard cock.

"Oh, this is my plane," she said.  He groaned the tip of her tongue swirled around the head of his dick.  "I guarantee it will pass."

Her fingers curled tight around the base of his shaft.

His breath staggered as he watched his dick disappear into her hot, pink mouth.  He dropped his hand to the back of her head, guiding her deeper, losing himself in her wet warmth.  Everything else fell away with a flick of her tongue.

"Oh, yes, ma'am."  His words were barely audible over the sound of his clipboard clattering to the ground.  "Yes, it will."


This was my first attempt at participating in FFF.  I'd love some feedback. (Be kind... lol.)