Horny Quickies

by Riley Haze

  “So more confidence and less hesitation,” Mark said. He set the soap down and started rinsing it off his body. “I think I handle that. What else is there?”

  “We definitely need to work on your stamina,” Laura said. “What happened earlier was a perfect example; don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable that eating my pussy got you almost excited enough to cum while you were doing it, but it also cut short was came afterwards.”

  “Yeah, that was pretty pathetic.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, turning off the water and leaving the shower. “In a weird way it’s actually pretty impressive. But I definitely need to teach you how to control yourself better.”

  Mark turned off his water and followed Laura out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. They both started to dry themselves off.

  “And how exactly do you do that?” he asked.

  “Oh, there’s a few different ways. We’ll try some of them out at a later date. One of these days we’ll spend the whole afternoon on it. I’ll set up a little gauntlet that tests your self-control.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “It will be,” she said.

  “What else do I need to work on?” Mark asked.

  “Well, eventually we need to get you to be a whole lot more adventurous, but that comes in steps. One thing at a time, then build upon it, taking things a little further, then a little further. That’ll come in time, though. You can’t rush that part.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Just overall refinement, more than anything. But again, that comes with repetition. Just like anything else, the best way to get better in bed is by practice, practice, and more practice.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  “So you say now,” Laura said as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. “But we’ll see, my young friend. We’ll see.”

  Mark tossed his towel onto the counter defiantly. A little smirk played on his face. “You don’t believe me?”

  “I believe you think you can handle it,” she said, matching his grin with one of her own. Challenging him. Daring him. Taunting him. “But when push comes to shove, and you’re trying to get it up again after cumming four times already that day, we’ll see if you really can handle it.”

  “Four times? That’s it?”

  Smiling wider now, Laura said, “Big talk from a man who’s only come twice so far.”

  “The key phrase being so far,” Mark said.

  “What are you saying? That you’re ready to go again?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Fine by me,” Laura said. “But this time, I want you to take more control. Be more forceful.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “That’s not good enough. You need to just step up and do it.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Why not?”

  He shrugged.

  “Come on,” Laura said. “Don’t be afraid to talk about it. The only way to make progress is to have open communication about what the issues are. Otherwise they stay hidden and don’t get addressed. And that’s how things fester.”

  “It’s just . . .” Mark trailed off, not sure how to put it into words without sounding cruel.

  “Spit it out,” Laura said. “Don’t be shy.”

  “Fine. But you have to promise not to take this the wrong way.”

  She held her hand up, palm out. “I swear.”

  Mark took a deep breath, let it out slowly. He didn’t know how to say what was on his mind so he took Laura’s advice and just spit it out. “I’m kind of intimidated.”

  “By me specifically? Or women in general.”

  “Not all women. But women like you.”

  “Like me in what way?”

  “Older than me. Bold. Gorgeous. You know, women like you, what few of them there are.”

  Laura smiled. “Well, first of all, thank you for the compliments. Second: Of course you’re intimidated; in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, that’s just the way I am. Bold and brash and beautiful. Which men aren’t used to.”

  “I know, and I get that,” Mark said. “And I’m grateful for the way you are, because if you were just a typical woman I wouldn’t be here right now. Your boldness is the reason I’ve had so much fun over the last couple of days. But that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you intimidating too. And it’s hard to take control over someone who intimidates you.”

  “Fair enough,” Laura said. “So if, for example, I was a quiet, petite, little 18-year old blonde who fawned at your feet you’d have no problem taking control over me?”

  Mark laughed and shook his head.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’m just trying to imagine you as a petite blonde, that’s all.”

  “How’s it working for you?”

  “Not so well. I like you as you are.”

  “But if I was a little blonde about your age . . .”

  “Then I wouldn’t foresee any issues,” Mark said.

  “That’s good to know,” she said.

  Mark tilted his head slightly. He recognized the look on Laura’s face. Something was working behind those beautiful eyes of hers. “Why?”

  “No reason,” she said. “Just curious.”

  He didn’t buy it but didn’t press her on it either.

  “What about if we had a few drinks?” Laura asked. “Would that help make me less intimidating?”

  “If I was drunk enough I’d probably be able to get over my fear,” he said. “But that’s kind of a cop-out, isn’t it?”

  “A little bit,” she said. “But not really. It’s a start, a little step. Something to build on. So what do you say?”

  “You want to try it right now?”

  “Sure,” Laura said. “Why not? I’ve got a fully stocked bar just over there. Let’s start drinking and see what happens.”

  Mark pretended to think about it for a moment, when in reality the decision had already been made in his head. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

  “Great. Then follow me.” Laura grabbed his hand and led him over to the bar next to the TV.

  Once there, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of shot glasses. “They key is to get drunk enough to erase your inhibitions but not too drunk that you don’t remember what happened the next day,” she said as she filled the little glasses with the amber liquid. “Otherwise it defeats the purpose.”

  “Then why are we drinking Jack? Shouldn’t we start off with something a little more mellow?”

  “It’s just a couple shots to get us jump-started,” she said, handing him one of the glasses. “Bottoms up.”

  Laura shot the Jack back with a little flick of her head. Mark did the same, grimacing slightly as it went down. They both set the glasses down on the counter.

  Smiling, Laura filled them up again. “One more and then we’ll slow things down,” she said.

  Mark took a deep breath and nodded. This time, he shot the Jack first and Laura followed. The second one went down a little easier. He set the glass down and so did Laura.

  “Do you like your wine red or white?” she asked.

  “Red, I guess. I don’t drink it very often.”

  “Then cab it is,” Laura said, pulling a bottle of the rack. “This is Silver Oak. Pretty good stuff. It should go down pretty easy.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Laura pulled a couple of wine glasses and an opener from behind the bar and got to work on the bottle. Mark could already feel the Jack starting to work it’s way into his system, loosening him up just a hair. It felt good.

  Laura poured the wine and handed him a glass and the rest of the bottle and they made their way back over to the couch and sat. She grabbed a remote and turned the TV on, found a sitcom in syndication. They both relaxed and drank their wine and watched the show, their occasional laughter punctuated by sips from their respective glasses.

  An hour later they had just finished th
eir second bottle of wine. Mark was feeling good and drunk; not quite wasted, but pretty close. With Laura it was hard to tell. She’d drank just as much as he had, but despite her being little more than half his size she didn’t seem like the alcohol was affecting her as much.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked.

  “Pretty fucking good,” Mark replied, a goofy smile on his face. “How about you?”

  “Not bad,” Laura said, smiling back at him. “Not bad at all.”

  “So what do you say, should we get this train a rollin’ again?”

  “Come make your move whenever you’re ready.”

  Mark set his empty glass on the coffee table and stood up. He wobbled for a moment before catching his balance.

  “You okay there?” Laura asked.

  “I’m fine,” he lied. “Just fine and dandy.”

  He walked over towards Laura and stood over her, waiting, looking at her and then down at his cock. It wasn’t quite hard, not yet, but it was getting there.

  “What do you want?” Laura said, feigning ignorance.

  Smiling, he said, “You know what I want.”

  “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

  Still a little embarrassed even with the alcohol in his system, Mark said, “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Like you mean it,” Laura said, her face completely serious.

  “I want you to suck my cock,” he said, more forcefully this time. But it was fake bravado; even though he was quite drunk he still couldn’t completely let go. There was just something inside him that fought too hard against being forceful with a woman, especially once as elegant and attractive as Laura.

  “I still don’t believe you,” she said.

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to steel his nerves a little. When he opened them, his smile was gone. It was time to get down to business and stop fucking around. “Get over here and suck my fucking cock.”

  “There you go,” Laura said, flashing him a filthy smile. “That’s the Mark I’ve been looking for. Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

  “Stop talking and get on your knees,” Mark said, getting into it now. After all, it was what Laura wanted. She’d been pushing him in this direction all day long.

  “Yes, sir,” Laura said and did as she was told. On her knees before him, her head at the same level as his cock (which had grown considerably harder during the proceedings) she looked up at him. With eyes as wide as a puppy-dog’s, she said, “Now what?”

  “Take my cock in your hand.”

  She did.

  “Now open your mouth,” he said.

  She did.

  “Now stick my cock in your mouth.”

  Smiling wickedly, she did that too.

  Mark didn’t have to tell her what to do next. Laura took care of it herself, going to work on his cock, sucking and licking it and jerking him off and fondling his balls while looking up at him the whole time.

  “You like that?” she asked, pulling his cock from her mouth and slapping it against the side of her cheek. “You like how I suck your cock?”

  “I love it,” he said.

  “What else do you want me to do with it?” Laura asked, sucking on the tip for a moment before popping it back out of her mouth. “Do you want me to deepthroat it?”

  Mark nodded, his alcohol-enhanced forwardness having disappeared as soon as she raised the stakes.

  “That’s not good enough,” she said, her hand still working his cock while she looked up at him.

  “Deepthroat my cock,” Mark said.

  Laura tilted her head slightly but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her eyes told Mark everything he needed to know.

  “Take my fucking cock all the way down your throat,” he said, adding a little attitude into it this time.

  Laura flashed him a pleased look then she took his cock in her mouth and started to go down on it, pushing it further and further into her mouth until it completely disappeared.

  “Holy fuck,” Mark said, looking down at Laura as she deepthroated him. Her nose was almost touching his stomach and her eyes were open and turned up towards him.

  She held his cock in her throat for a good five seconds before slowly pulling off, revealing the length of his cock inch by inch. She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. Her eyes shone with excitement.

  “Wow,” he said, laughing softly.

  “I take it you liked that?” Laura said while she jerked him off, her hand flying over his cock thanks to the copious amounts of saliva she’d generated while deepthroating him.

  “You could say that.”

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Fine by me,” she said. “But first you need to do something for me.”

  “Anything,” Mark said. “Just name it.”

  “I want you to fuck my face. Do you think you can handle that?”

  Smiling wickedly, Mark nodded.

  “Do a good enough job and I’ll deepthroat you again.”

  “Sounds like a win-win,” Mark said as he grabbed the back of Laura’s head and guided his cock into her open mouth.

  Holding her head in place with his hands, he proceeded to fuck her face, pumping his hips forward at a rhythmic pace, giving her just about half of his cock with every thrust. He was holding back a little, the emotional side of him still unable to fully commit, even though the rational side of him knew that this was exactly was Laura wanted.

  And she let him know that, pushing him back just enough to say, “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” in a sing-song, taunting voice.

  Even though Mark knew she was just trying to get under his skin that didn’t make him immune to it. A little flare of anger rose up through his body and he clung to it, using it to give her what she was asking for.

  “Better, huh?” he said, sliding one hand up towards the top of her head and grasping her hair in a firm grip. “Like this?” he asked, and when she opened her mouth to answer he slammed his cock into it.

  The move caught Laura off guard, forcing her to gag, but it didn’t seem to upset her. In fact, she was smiling as best she could with his cock in her mouth and her eyes were dancing. She was enjoying this, perhaps more than anything else they’d done so far that day.

  “Is this what you want?” Mark said as he pumped her throat, leaning forward just a bit to get his cock deeper inside her mouth. “Is this good enough for you?”

  Laura couldn’t answer. At least not in words. But the gagging and coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth told Mark what he wanted to hear.

  “That’s right,” he said as he continued hammering his cock in and out of her mouth, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base. He was feeding off the situation, finally fully comfortable with what was going on. Laura was just another girl, nothing special, nobody to be scared of. “Take my cock, you fucking slut. Take it all the way down—”

  He slammed his cock into her mouth, all the way down her throat, and this time he held it there. He could feel her throat constricting, cutting off the circulation to his cock.

  “—your dirty—”

  He put pressure on the back of her head, pushing her further towards him, pressing her nose into his stomach.

  “—little—”

  He continued pushing on her head even as she started to gag, not letting her move, keeping her from breathing.

  “—throat.”

  He held Laura there for another couple of seconds before finally letting her go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath, coughing and gagging. Tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes and lines of mascara were running down her cheeks but she was all smiles.

  “Not bad,” she said once she’d caught her breath. “Not bad at all.”

  But Mark wasn’t in the mood for any more of her compliments. Now that his blood was up and his inhibitions had been melted away by the alcohol, he wanted to keep things moving along. He wanted
to give Laura what she craved, what she’d been begging for. And the only way to do that was to keep the momentum going.

  “I’m only getting started,” Mark said. He grabbed Laura by the shoulders and spun her around and pushed her onto the couch. “Up on your knees,” he said, lifting her hips up so he could fuck her while standing. “There you go. Right there.”

  She was kneeling, doggy-style, her hands grabbing onto the back of the couch, her legs forming a perfect L, her ass sticking up in the air, hovering directly in front of his rock-hard cock.

  Laura turned her upper body so she was looking back at him. She was smirking proudly, obviously satisfied with how she’d manipulated the situation. Mark decided he’d wipe that smile off her pretty little face.

  Stepping up to her, Mark inserted his cock into the magical triangle right beneath Laura’s perky little asshole. It went in without any resistance, as though her pussy was filled with warm oil. She gasped softly.

  He bit down on his lip and took a deep breath to stifle the sensation. Then he started to fuck her from behind, his cock slamming into her right from the get-go. He was too far wound up to take things slow. Her little charade of getting him to take control had him excited beyond belief. Even as drunk as he was, Mark knew that he didn’t have very long before he spilled his seed. Laura just felt too damn good. Especially from behind.

  Mark pummeled away at Laura, her tight ass slamming up against his hips, his balls slapping the underside of her pussy with every thrust. Her back was arched, making her shoulders blades and spine visible beneath her tanned skin, which for some reason turned him on like there was no tomorrow.

  Laura turned her head back towards Mark, watching him as he fucked her. Mark caught her eye and they considered each other for a moment, each with filthy little grins on their faces.

  “You like that, don’t you,” Laura said. “Fucking me from behind, pounding my tight little pussy with the huge cock of yours while you’re staring down at my ass.”

  Mark didn’t reply, instead choosing to answer her by grabbing her hips and slamming his cock into her even more aggressively.

  “There you go,” Laura said, her breath growing more shallow by the moment. “Just like that. Fuck me like you mean it. Like I deserve to be fucked.”