Flash Fiction: The End Of Writer’s Block by Guy Hogan

300px-Woman_face_during_orgasmYou sit at your workstation and stare at your computer screen.  You look out the window.  Another beautiful Summer-like day in Spring in Pittsburgh.  You think of something funny a friend told you yesterday.  You wonder if that cute young woman who went out of her way to talk to you last Saturday night at karaoke will be at karaoke this Saturday night.

Maybe you should get up and get a beer.  Yeah, a nice cold beer would taste great right now.  There must be at least two left in the refrigerator.  You’re pretty sure you didn’t drink the whole six-pack last night.

But no.  You’ve got to get down at least the first paragraph of your new flash fiction story before you do anything else.  You take a deep breath and begin.

*****

Mary Anderson woke up with a hangover and naked on her livingroom floor.  Again.  Everyone else must have gone home.  The first thing she thought was, I’m thirty-nine.  I’m too damn old and make too much money to be living like this…

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My First Time Eating Pussy

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When did I first taste pussy?  The Old Soldier has to think back like forty-five years.  I didn’t have a real girlfriend, a girl I had sex with, until I came back from Vietnam. 

When I came back from Vietnam and got out of the army several months later, I was around twenty-one years old.  All the girlfriends I had before I joined the army when I was eighteen years old allowed me to feel them up (their breasts, their butts and between their legs) and to stick my tongue in their mouths, but I didn’t have sex until I came back from Vietnam.

Then I got a girlfriend who was an undergraduate at Point Park College (now university) in downtown Pittsburgh.  Her pussy was the first pussy I ever ate.  I would sneak beer into her dormitory room and we would fuck.

I remember her name.  But in this age of the Internet, I’m not going to tell you her name.  If she’s still alive she could be a college professor, divorced with two grown children and hopefully a new boyfriend who likes to eat pussy, too.

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The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is a blot of creative writing and brazen sexuality.  This blog is published near the University of Pittsburgh.

Flash Fiction: Linda’s Gangbang by Guy Hogan

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I had my doubts when I first interviewed her.  I had the usual office space that I rented.  I did the interviews during the day.  I shot the videos around midnight when I was pretty sure no one else would be in the building.  She sat on the sofa facing me.  I sat behind my desk.  I knew she was divorced with two grown children away from home, starting their own families.

All right, may I call you by your first name? 

Anna.

Call me Steve.  Okay, I specialize in shooting gangbang videos which you know.  I put them on the Internet.  I use only amateurs, women who have never done a porn video.  I pay top rate.  It may be the best rate in the industry, $2,000 for your first video.  Every time I have you back, if I have you back, I add another $1,000.  So, you could end up earning $5,000 for one video; but then I have to let you go because obviously you’re not an amateur any longer.

I understand.

Okay, we did exchange some emails.  I understand you’re divorced with two grown children and that you own a bar in Pittsburgh.

Yes.

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Anna, tell me, what if people who know you find your video?

Tough.

I see.  Do you watch porn?

I watch porn.  I subscribe to your site.

Oh, right.  So, why do you want to do porn?

I like porn.  I always picture myself in the porn that I watch.  I like sex.  I like money.  I have a degree in accounting.

So, it’s about the money?

It’s…It’s..I want to be the bad girl for once.  I’m such a goody two shoe.  I don’t want to die and think what if.  My husband left me for a younger woman.  A much younger woman.  That didn’t do much for my self-esteem as a woman.

What are you open to?

What do I have to do?

Well, fellatio.

She laughed.  Of course.  I know what porn’s about.

You’re going to swallow a lot of cum.

That’s how I got my husband.  Well, it’s not the only reason he married me.

Oh, I know how it is.  Are you open to anal?

No anal.

And of course fucking.  You’ll be fucking ten men.  You’ll have your brains fucked out.

She laughed again.  I hope so.

Okay.  I picked up an ink pen and a copy of the contract on a clip board and walked over to her.

Fill out what you agree to and sign it.  There are some basic requirements.  Like you have to shave your legs, under your arms and shave your pelvis.  Oh, are you on any sort of birth control?

I’m on the pill.

Great.  No problems there.  Let’s can you Linda Hardbang.

She laughed.  You mean my porn name.  Linda Hardbang.  I like it.

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karenI edited the video down to one hour and ten minutes.  From the very beginning, the guys never stopped fucking her.  She swallowed her first load of cum two minutes in.  She swallowed another load around one minute after that.  She had her first orgasm about six minutes in.  She swallowed two more loads later on having an orgasm while she swallowed the second load.

Then I had the guys leave the room and she used a dildo and a vibrator for two more orgasms.

Then I brought the guys back in the room to fuck her some more and she swallowed three more loads and had two more orgasms.

Finally, four of the guys came on her face.

My subscribers rated this video five stars, the top rating.  I’m scheduling her for her second gangbang to be shot in one month.

*****

This Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is a blog of creative writing and brazen sexuality.  This blog is published near the University of Pittsburgh. 

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