Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 38
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Absolutely Pathetic!
Hey, fucktard! Yes, I’m talking to you! Do you see any other fucktards around? You came here because you want to be humiliated and put in your proper place, right? Well, if that’s so then I’m just the one you’re looking for, but before we get down to business, let me see the money. Come on! I sure as hell don’t entertain dipshits like you for free.
Hmm, is that all? Are you broke or what? Okay, for this here, you get five minutes with me but if you try anything funny, I’ll speed things up or dismiss you entirely. Are we clear? Good.
So… what are you into, freak? Is it feet? I swear most of you who come to see me have a thing for toes and shit like that. I can crush that thing you call a cock with my soles, no problem. Just take off those dirty pants and I’ll squeeze your hairy balls until they pop like a grape. Hurry, because the clock is ticking and Momma needs to make more money, today.
Wait, you don’t like feet? Oh, for fuck’s sake, what kind of a moron are you then? Is verbal humiliation enough to get you all hot and bothered? I suppose I can do that, too.
(…)
He’s a Bitch
Ashton stood by the bed of his hotel room with a gun in his right hand, watching his wife fucking another man. Melissa had done it again. After cheating on him with his assistant, his lawyer, and his personal trainer, she had invited one more soul into her web of adulterous sin, this time one of his clients. Paul was twenty years younger than him and seemed to be at a complete loss on how to pleasure a woman but she didn’t mind. It was always fun to train new toys the way she wanted to.
He had his head buried between her stockinged legs, wet tongue desperately trying to lap at her pussy while she smoked a lavender-scented cigarette and giggled. She raised her head to stare into her husband’s angry eyes and said,
Hi, dear. Back so soon?”
“What the…?” Paul jumped to attention when he saw Ashton standing there. “Melissa, you told me you were here all by yourself!”
“That’s what she always does,” Ashton fondled the pistol. “You’re the last person I expected to see here, Paul. Shame on you!”
(…)
Rough
Amanda liked it rough. The harder the people went on her the better. She loved having engorged cocks on her mouth and smelling tight pussies after stepping out of the shower. Her life was a never-ending parade of sex and she couldn’t get enough of it.
It hadn’t always been like this though. For many years until she turned twenty-five, she was a real prude who loathed the idea of fucking someone outside of marriage. A true religious zealot, she lived by the teachings of The Bible and quoted scriptures every time she was confronted with something that defied her narrow views of the world. She was a hard person to be friends with she didn’t try hard enough to be around other people either. It seemed she was destined to grow old and bitter, always alone.
So what had changed? How had she become so promiscuous? Moving to New York had been a major factor in her change of persona, but the deciding factor was her roommate Hailey.
(…)
Total Loser
Saul was a total loser. There was no doubt about it. He was one of the most pathetic men to have ever lived on the face of the earth, a total waste of space and oxygen no one would really miss if he were to, one day, simply stop breathing. He was ugly-looking, somewhat overweight, and a bit of a douchebag to people he didn’t like. He had no redeeming qualities whatsoever, except perhaps one: he was loaded.
Okay, it wasn’t really his money, but his father was old and spent more time in hospital beds than running the family business. Saul had access to every asset and every bank account and couldn’t care less how much he spent on any given day. His tastes were extravagant and so were his parties, genuine hotspots for living goddesses who saw in him an easy mark.
Like many people who never had to work for real for a single moment of their lives, Saul wasn’t particularly savvy even though he believed otherwise. He was convinced he was always the smartest person in the room, and that’s what made him so gullible and easy to exploit. A smile here, a little cleavage there, and he was immediately hooked on promises of beauty and sex that were sure to lead him to his ruin if he didn’t know when to quit.
(…)
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