Horny Quickies

by Riley Haze

  “Not by what I did,” Mark said. “But hearing it come from your mouth. For some reason that still has a strange effect on me.”

  “Don’t fret it,” Laura said. “I think it’s cute.”

  This just caused Mark to blush even more, which made Laura laugh louder.

  “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Mark said.

  “What? Tried to embarrass you more?”

  He nodded.

  Laura shrugged. Her smirk was predatory. “Maybe just a little. But enough talk. It’s time to repay your generosity.”

  She climbed out of the chair and helped Mark to his feet, then spun him around and dropped him down into the spot she’d just been in.

  With her skimpy little dress still bundled around her waist and the black-rimmed glasses still on her face, Laura bent over, undid Mark’s belt, opened up his fly, and pulled his pants off, revealing his rock-hard cock.

  Laura smiled. “Eating me out turned you on that much?”

  Mark nodded.

  She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. Laughing, she said, “It’s hard enough to hammer nails into a two-by-four.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t know for how long,” Mark said.

  “You’re that close to being done already?”

  Mark nodded sheepishly.

  “Wow, you really do enjoy eating pussy. I’ve never seen anything like it. At least, not from a man.”

  “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Laura said. “Not at all. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it.”

  “Okay,” Mark said. “If you say so.” But he didn’t sound like he believed her.

  “I’m serious,” Laura said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing. Trust me.”

  “I believe you.”

  With her hand still wrapped around his shaft, Laura dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him from behind his cock, she said, “We’ll just take care of this real quick and then move on. We’ve got all day to play around.”

  And with that, Laura took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

  Mark moaned and took in a sharp breath, then let it out slowly. It was all he could do to not cum right then and there.

  Laura understood his situation and didn’t waste any time, her lips moving up and down on his cock in tandem with her hand, both working in unison, establishing a perfect rhythm, knowing that it was pointless trying to prolong things and just making it as pleasurable as possible for Mark in the short time he had before he shot his load.

  Moving quickly, Laura was taking his cock halfway down before bouncing back up again, her hand following right behind her mouth, using the saliva she produced to jerk him off while she sucked his cock. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she moved faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper in her mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time, her eyes behind the glasses locked on his.

  Mark gripped the sides of the chair and held his breath, but it was no use. He was no longer able to prolong the inevitable. He muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” and shifted in the chair so he was leaning forward just a bit, holding on as much as possible, trying to extract every last millisecond out of the experience before cumming.

  Even though he was right on the edge, Laura didn’t slow down. She continued going after his cock with the same speed and intensity, even as his body tensed up in preparation of orgasm.

  “Holy shit,” Mark said, trying to give Laura one last chance to get out of the way before he came.

  But Mark didn’t have to worry. Laura knew exactly what she was doing. She kept on blowing him right up until the point where he started to cum, popping her mouth off his cock just as the first veins of white semen came shooting out of the tip of his cock.

  She continued jerking him off as he came, aiming his cock at her chest, taking Mark’s seed all over her tits as his body shuddered beneath her.

  Laura jerked him off to completion, then slapped his cock against her tits a couple of times to make sure it was completely empty before letting go of it.

  Mark closed his eyes and shook his head quickly from side to side then took a deep breath before opening them again. Laura was still sitting there on the floor, a big smile on her face, his semen snaking it’s way down her chest and towards her stomach, leaving little snail trails in their wake.

  Mark watched as she rubbed his cum into her skin, all over her tits, on top of her nipples, which were still hard. He wasn’t exactly sure why but watching her play with his cum was strangely exciting, which made him realize that even though he’d just came a minute or so ago his dick was still sticking straight-up, as hard as it had been when they first started.

  Laura noticed it too, nodding in the direction of his cock.

  “Does it always stay hard like that?”

  Mark shook his head. “It never has before.”

  “Do you think you can keep it up?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Laura said, climbing to her feet and then onto the chair.

  Before Mark realized what was happening, Laura was straddling him, one leg on each side of his body, her knees and shins lying against the cushion, her ass pressing back against his cock as she sat on his lap.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Mark said.

  “Why not?” she replied, lifting her body up and grabbing ahold of his cock. “Have you done something like this before?”

  “No, but—”

  “Then how do you know?” Laura said as she pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy but didn’t slide it in. “It might be the best idea ever. Let’s find out.”

  And with that, Laura dropped her body onto Mark’s, her pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside her.

  “Ho-ly fuck,” Mark said, drawing the words out between deep breaths.

  “It feels that good, huh?” Laura said, smiling like a shark.

  Mark just nodded because he couldn’t talk.

  It was good, very good. But it was strange too. Different than anything he’d experienced before. Because it was so soon after he’d just finished, his cock was extremely sensitive, far more so than normal. So even though it was still hard it was also very tender.

  So far, Laura was taking it slow and gentle, but even so, he was right on the edge between pleasure and pain. Every little movement made him wince just a bit, and when she bottomed out, her pussy pressing up against his balls, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  Laura saw his predicament and took it easy on Mark, staying on top of him with his cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all except to lean forward and stick her tongue in his mouth.

  Grateful for the temporary reprieve, Mark explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the pure bliss of making out with Laura taking his mind off the precarious position his cock was in.

  Once he had himself back under control, he slid his hands under Laura’s ass, spread her cheeks, and lifted up slightly, signaling to her that it was okay to start riding him again.

  She took his cue and ran with it, bouncing up and down on his cock; slowly at first but quickly picking up speed until she was riding him like a cowgirl, forcing his hands out from under her ass because she was hammering him so aggressively.

  Mark’s cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once iota of stiffness since they’d started. It was still more sensitive than usual, but not painfully so. His cock felt like it was on the verge of cumming, when the rest of his body was telling him he was still pretty far away from orgasm. It was strange, and different and wonderful. Yet another new experience brought to him by this gorgeous woman sitting atop him.

  His hands were getting lonely, so he slid them up her belly and slipped them under her tits, holding them in the palms of his hands. She leaned back, showing him the hollow of her neck and accentuating her tits by pushing them out even further.

  With his hands still groping her tits, Mark straightened hi
s arms, forcing her back even more, changing the angle of his cock just a bit. He got his hips into the act, bouncing them up as she bottomed out on his cock, giving his cock deeper access to the inside of her.

  The low sounds of their grunts and hard breathing combined with the slapping of their bodies together and the sloshing of their juices to create a cacophony of sound that was music to Mark’s ears. A symphony of sex.

  Laura grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her tits then leaned forward once again, even farther this time, pinning his wrists to the chair next to his head. Holding them in place, staring right down at him with an intense look, her body positioned so it seemed like she was hovering over him, Laura slammed her body down on his, riding Mark’s cock from tip to base, picking up speed with every pass.

  Laura was moving so aggressively against Mark now that she could no longer maintain her balance, so she released his wrists and transferred her hands to his chest, pressing down on him with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled him, impaling herself on his cock.

  She was hammering away at him, her body slamming down upon his, every thrust forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, covering up half her face, eyes boring down on him, her head tilted slightly to the side, her features screwed up in a mask of concentration.

  From the look on Laura’s face it was obvious she wanted something from him and she wasn’t going to slow down until she had it.

  Luckily for Mark she wasn’t far away; he didn’t know how much more he could take of her hammering away at him like this.

  A couple of deep, guttural growls and then Laura had one of her hands around his throat, lightly choking him as she rose towards orgasm.

  Once Mark got over the shock of Laura taking control over him like that, her hand around his throat had a surprising effect. He’d never had a woman take things to such a level, had never even considered the possibility of it, actually, but he quickly realized that he liked it. A lot.

  He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that got him so excited—Laura taking charge, the slightly painful sensation, the sheer filthiness of it, the taboos it broke, or something else entirely—but it instantly took him right to the edge of orgasm. Where just seconds earlier he felt as though he could last for hours before cumming, now he was holding on for dear life, once again trying to extract just a few more seconds of pleasure before it all came crashing down.

  Laura, being the attentive, experienced woman that she was, instantly recognized the effect of her hand around his throat, so she squeezed a little harder, her trademarked evil little smile making it’s way onto her face while she continued slamming down on him.

  The increased pressure led to increased excitement for Mark and he knew he was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Laura’s face, she was too. So Mark did everything he could to get her there at the same time he did.

  He put all his energy into lifting his hips upwards into her, trying to match her intensity with his own, giving it absolutely everything he could with every thrust. And it seemed to work, as Laura bit down on her bottom lip and let out a deep, guttural groan at the same time Mark’s seed came shooting up out of his cock and deep into Laura’s pussy.

  She bounced on top of him one last time, then stayed down, wrapping her arms around the back of his head and pulling him in towards her and holding him tightly against her while she grinded her hips against his groin in a back-and-forth motion a couple more times before finally shuddering one last time and then falling still.

  Laura pulled his head back and rested her forehead on his.

  “Wow,” she said. “Color me impressed.”

  Smiling, Mark said, “Not too bad, huh?”

  “Not bad at all,” she said. “You’re much further along that I expected you to be. Are you sure you’re not some closet gigolo or something?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “Then you must just be a natural. I’d heard my girlfriends whisper about them but have never come across one before. I always thought they were just a myth.”

  Laura climbed off him and lied down, her back on the carpet. She patted the spot next to her and Mark climbed off the chair and lied down by her side.

  “Well,” she said. “How are you liking things so far?”

  “I’m loving them,” Mark said. “And you. There’s only thing that’s bothering me a little.”

  “What’s that?”

  Mark paused for a moment then, said, “I know I probably shouldn’t be asking this question, but I just can’t let it go. It’s been on my mind since I left your house yesterday.”

  “You’re wondering why I’m doing this, right?”

  Mark nodded.

  Laura smiled. “Come with me to the shower and I’ll tell you a little story on the way.”

  “Sounds good,” Mark said. He stood up and offered his hand to Laura. She took it and he helped her up. Walking side-by-side, they made their way towards the bathroom on the other side of the room.

  “I want to tell you about a young woman about your age who absolutely loved sex,” Laura said. “She loved the feel of it, the excitement, the sheer pleasure of penetration. For a couple of years she had taken care of all her needs herself; she had been raised to think that sex was a shameful thing, and was afraid to venture out into the real world and find a man to pleasure her. But eventually her needs trumped her fears and she began to seek out men. Her first few experiences were with young men about her own age. But she soon found out that they were way too anxious, way too quick, and most of all way too selfish to please her the way she needed to be pleased. So eventually she moved on a few years, to slightly older men—still young; mid-20’s, most of them—but she realized they had the same problems as the younger ones. Not as pronounced, most of the time—except for the selfish part, of course—but pretty much the same issues cropped up.”

  Here Laura paused. They had reached the bathroom. She pulled open the door to the double-headed shower and turned the water on to get it heated up. Then she closed the door and turned back towards Mark and resumed talking.

  “So she continued moving on, trying out all sorts of different men, different ages, different nationalities, from all different walks of life, but came away from the experience vastly disappointed. Sure, there were the occasional men that knew what they were doing, but for the most part she realized that men, as a whole, were really shitty in the sack. So one day she came to a decision. Whenever she came across a young man with potential she would take it upon herself to make sure he realized that potential. She would teach him everything she knew, starting from the ground up, molding him into a man that could satisfy a woman’s every need, so that hopefully there would be fewer young girls like herself who came away disappointed in the quality of men.”

  “So you’re a humanitarian,” Mark said.

  “That’s right,” Laura said, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet. “I’m just trying to make the world a better place. One young man at a time.”

  “Are you ever tempted to keep one of these men for yourself after your job’s done?”

  “Tempted? Yes,” she said. “But I’ve never done it.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because that would be selfish of me,” she said as she set the towels on the counter near the shower. “My purpose is to teach young men how to excel in bed and then set them free to put their newfound knowledge to use. Spread the joy, so to speak. To keep them for myself would be to deny other women the pleasure of being with them. Besides, I love the teaching part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tasting the fruits of my labor once my job is finished, but the part I love the most is taking the raw material and molding it in something wondrous.”

  “So that’s where this is going to end up? With me being a stud in the sack?”

  “Oh, you’ll be much more than just a stud,” Laura said. “You’ll be a god. Capable of pleasing a woman in
ways she didn’t even know were possible.”

  Laura opened the shower door and climbed in. Mark followed. She made her way to one of the shower heads. He took the other. The water was piping hot. It felt great on his skin.

  “You really think you can pull it off with me?” Mark said, turning towards Laura, letting the water cascade over his back.

  “I haven’t failed yet,” Laura said, smiling over her shoulder at him. “And to be perfectly honest, you’re pretty far along already. I have a feeling you’re going to be one of my easier students.”

  “Really?” Mark said. “There are people worse than I am when you get ahold of them?”

  “Much worse,” Laura said. She had turned towards him and was soaping herself up, paying extra attention to her pussy, getting it nice and clean. “You’ve got most of the basic skills down already. You lack refinement, sure, but that can be taught pretty easily. It just take practice. And you have the most important things. A great body. A nice cock. But more importantly you have the right attitude. You’re respectful, considerate, and overall a nice guy, which is essential.”

  She tossed the soap over to him. He caught it and started rubbing the bar over his body. He was reluctant to wash her smell off him but figured it was only temporary.

  “Plus you seem like you genuinely want to learn,” Laura continued while rinsing the soap of her body. “With most of the kids these days, you’re lucky if you find someone that has one of those attributes. But you have all three. Which means you’re way ahead of the game already.”

  Mark was smiling; he couldn’t help it. His home life had been pretty rough and compliments were hard to come by. Being praised by such a gorgeous, accomplished, incredible woman made him feel pretty damn good inside. The outside was feeling pretty good too as he watched her rinse the soap off her skin.

  “Don’t get too proud of yourself,” Laura said. “You still have quite a bit of work to do.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, for starters you need to become more confident in bed. More forceful. Stop feeling your way around so much, waiting to see how I’m going to react before doing something. Just do what you want. For the most part, women like a man who knows what he wants and then takes it. Hesitant men are boring.”