Flash Fiction Friday: The trickster

Key Phrase: “But we just met”
Word Limit: 300
Forbidden Words: Alley, Knees, Whore
Bonus Words:  Make it in the daytime
Extra Credit:  Tell us the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex

FFF_JustMet“Hey, excuse me!” I heard the hurried patter of heels on the cobbled stones as she rushed to catch up with me. Her voice reeked with urgency, rarely seen on lazy Sunday mornings. The only reason I wasn’t in slumber was because the servers that ran our bank’s core system had borked and my team had been summoned to fix them.

“What’s up?” The middle-aged woman simpered, swaying as she pulled painfully at my arm. “Hey!”

“I need to borrow you.”

I tried to shake myself free of her grasp but her nails dug into my skin. Her black and stained clubbing dress rode up her thigh as she marched me into a narrow ginnel. “What do you want?”

“I need to give you a blow-job.”

“Pardon?” I muttered, looking for hidden cameras.

“I need to. “I haven’t got much time,” she cried, unbuttoning my jeans with haste.

“But we’ve just met.”

She shrugged; my diminutive resolve evaporated. I bit my lip as I leaned against the cold brickwork, watching as she squatted on her heels, pulling my trousers and underwear to my ankles and cooing appreciatively at my erect cock.

She licked the tip, swirling her tongue over the glans and sliding her mouth over my shaft, sucking eagerly as she deep-throated my prick.

She smiled at me as I groaned, the tension building in my groin as my cock pulsed and quivered. She sensed my orgasm and pulled out, licking the head as her fingers jerked the shaft until I squirted streaks of my semen over her face.

She smiled through my mess, passing me her phone. “Take a picture.”


“Take a picture,” she snapped, repeating herself. “I’ve got to beat Melanie. The 24 hours finishes at midday and she’s on 31 guys. I’m only on 25.” I fumbled at her phone to snap her face covered in my cum and returned her phone to her. “If you could help me get a few more, I’d be so grateful,” she pouted.

My mind creaked. “Well if you want a few, there’s a dozen IT guys who could do with cheering up,” I said as she wiped her face with a fresh tissue. “I work at the bank’s data-centre; I’ll get you past security if you want to blow them.”

She beamed. “Would you? That’ll be perfect.” The hacker replied.

Finally, she had her way in; and a week later I had a lot of explaining to do.

Image from FFF Site. 

I claimed 100 bonus words for daytime fuckery. 😉 

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  1. OMGOSH that was a great ending. I guess a little blow and a quick pic area small price to pay for unfettered server room access. I’ll have to update my security audit proceedures…..

    Thanks for a great entry!!
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  2. Fantastic! Great way to problem solve. And so kind of him to help out! 😉

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