by Riley Haze
All Laura’s talking just fired up Mark even more. He pressed down on the small of her back, and leaned forward a little bit, changing the angle of penetration, giving him more leverage and ultimately more depth. Holding Laura in position, he hammered away at her.
Her breathing started to take on a rhythmic quality, coming in time with his thrusts and punctuated by wordless yelps of pleasure. Laura was normally a talker instead of a grunter, so the shift towards more animalistic sounds made Mark feel like he was doing something right. This gave him more confidence, which sent him looking for some other way to escalate the situation.
Laura had shifted so that she was once again facing forward, her face no longer turned to look back towards Mark. This had caused her hair to spill down her back. It was right in front of Mark, taunting him, teasing him, just begging to get pulled. So he obliged, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a quick tug.
Laura yelped in surprise and delight as her head snapped back.
Getting more comfortable with the situation by the second, Mark took the initiative, talking to Laura instead of waiting for her to speak up.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he said, his voice mimicking Laura’s tone from earlier. “You like it when I pull your hair?”
She nodded.
“What?” he said, mocking her. “I can’t hear you.”
“I fucking love it,” she said, her voice a guttural growl.
Mark gave her hair another yank and held it there, forcing Laura’s back to arch even further, showing off her spine and shoulder blades even more. A shiver of excitement coursed through his body. He didn’t know why the sight of her back straining turned him on so much but there was no denying that it did.
“Harder,” she said. “Pull it harder. Bend me fucking backwards.”
Mark did as he was told, pulling hard enough to lift Laura’s upper body up and back towards him. She halted her progress by grabbing more tightly onto the back of the couch and holding fast, creating even more tension in her back and more arch in her spine. Mark countered by grabbing another handful of her hair with his other hand and leaning backwards, using her for balance.
Laura’s chin was practically turned all the way up to the ceiling by now. Her throat was stretched too tight for any words to escape it. All she could do was growl and moan like an animal. But her body was still bucking against Mark’s with vigor, making it obvious she was still enjoying herself.
The position of Laura’s body accentuated her ass, making it seem even more perfect than before. Tight but still round, not too small but not too big, her ass was built for fucking from behind. Mark found that he couldn’t take his eyes off it.
And then there was that perfect tiny little pink asshole of Laura’s, opened slightly due to her excitement, beckoning Mark, just asking to be played with. He was tempted to give it a shot just to see how she’d react, but the mere thought of it was too much for him to handle. Just the idea of playing with her asshole was enough to send him rocketing over the edge.
He began pounding away at her even more aggressively as the impending orgasm grew closer and closer. And then it was here.
“Holy fuckin shit I’m gonna cum,” he whispered harshly.
“Right now?” Laura asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Right now.”
Laura didn’t waste any time. She pulled away from him and quickly spun around. Within seconds she was on her knees on the floor, facing him, her head directly in front of his hips, her mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock while she jerked him off.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Mark said, giving her fair warning. “Here is comes. Here it fucking comes!”
But Laura just kept on going, sucking and jerking him like before. It wasn’t until he started to actually shoot his load that she pulled her mouth off his cock. She kept jerking him off, as he sent the white rivulets of sperm shooting towards her face. One, two, three long squirts splattered against her cheeks and chin and forehead, barely missing her eyes.
Smiling, her face covered with his cum, Laura used her hand to extract the last couple of drops from Mark’s cock, then wrapped her mouth around it and sucked on it a little bit, causing him to shake and shimmy and pull it out of her mouth with a cursing protestation.
She laughed and slapped him on the ass, then stood up and headed towards the bathroom to wipe his cum of her face. He dropped onto the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted and a little dizzy.
“So what was the verdict?” Mark asked after she came back and sat next to him on the couch. “How did I do?”
“Not bad,” Laura said. “Not bad at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said. “Of course, it would be nice if you took the lead a little more often instead of waiting for me to tease things out of you, and hopefully soon you’ll be able to take charge without having to revert to alcohol to put you in the proper mindset, but those things will come in time. It was a good start, that’s for sure. You made a lot of progress today.”
“Well, like you said before, practice makes perfect,” he said.
“It does indeed,” Laura replied.
“So what’s next?”
“Next you get dressed and go home and get some sleep. You’ll need a lot of it based on how much you had to drink today. Especially with what I have planned for tomorrow.”
“Care to elaborate a little?”
“Let’s just say that we’re going to continue building on what went down here today,” Laura said. “Hopefully by the end of tomorrow you’ll have broken through your little wall of trepidation. Without the assistance of alcohol.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “That sounds like a tall order.”
“And it is. But I have a couple surprises planned that I think might do the trick.”
Mark was starting to get excited again. “Like what?”
“If I told you then they wouldn’t be surprises, would they?”
Smiling, he said, “I guess not.”
“But trust me. You’re going to like them. I promise.”
Mark had no doubt that he would. Whether or not he could another whole day to find out what they were was something else entirely. But he had no choice.
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A LONG TIME COMING
Henry Collins was just hanging out in his apartment, watching a little bit of television and relaxing from a long day at work when he heard a knock on his door. He wearily climbed off the couch and headed over to the door, idly wondering who was there. Was he going to get assailed by someone trying to sell him a security system? Or perhaps someone trying to convert him to some obscure religion? Or maybe just someone at the wrong unit?
He glanced into the peephole so he’d have an idea of what to expect. But what he saw was something out of his wildest dreams.
Henry took a half-step back, his heart pounding wildly. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe it. He pinched himself but only got a sharp pain in return. So it wasn’t a dream. What could it be then? Because it couldn’t be what it appeared to be. No way. His luck wasn’t that good. Unless it had finally turned? Unlikely, but possible. Either way, there was only one way to find out. So, making sure to keep his hopes down, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
Standing in his doorway was Kristina Montgomery, the 22-year old raven-haired bombshell that lived down the hall, five units away on the opposite side. She was standing there in a black lace, low-cut, form-fitting slip that barely made it down to the middle of her thighs. Nothing else.
Henry couldn’t help but stare. Her long black hair hung down below her shoulders, partially covering her face, framing her soft features perfectly. The big brown eyes, small nose, full lips, flawless skin. The little mole on her cheek that he’d always found impossibly sexy, the little flaw that just made you realize how sexy she truly was. And that body. Huge, natural breasts, narrow figure, impossibly long legs.
In the two years they’d lived in the same building,
Henry had spent more than few nights lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking of her.
Henry tried to swallow but found that he couldn’t. His mouth was too dry.
“Hey, Kristina,” he managed to squeak out. “Can I help you with something?”
“Actually, you can,” she said. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Henry said, scrambling. “Of course. Come on in.”
He opened the door wider and she strode by. Henry took a deep breath in an attempt to get control of himself just a bit, then closed the door. When he turned, Kristina was standing right there, less than a foot away from him.
As Henry stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Kristina stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and planted her lips on his. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth but he didn’t return the favor. He was too surprised to do anything. He pulled away quickly.
“What’s going on here?” he said.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kristina replied.
“Well, yeah. But what I mean is: Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“On one hand, no not really,” Henry said. “But on the other, yeah it does. I thought you were engaged?”
“Not anymore.”
“As of when?”
“Last weekend,” Kristina said. “Derek broke it off.”
A flitter of excitement tore through Henry but he held it down. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”
“Really?”
Kristina nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said. “I didn’t want to get married anyway. Not to him, at least. Besides, now I can do what I’ve always wanted to.”
“And what’s that?”
“You,” Kristina said. She pulled him again and they started making out. This time Henry didn’t fight it.
After almost a full minute of exploring each other’s tonsils, Kristina broke it off, turned, and walked over towards the dining room table.
“I don’t know about this—” Henry said, following her as he talked.
“What do you mean?” she replied as she slowly lifted her lingerie, revealing a black g-string underneath. “Do you not want me?”
“It’s not that, it’s just—”
“What?” Kristina said, turning around and showing him her ass. “Don’t you want a piece of this?” She gave one of her asscheeks a little smack.
“Of course I do.”
“Then shut up and get down here,” Kristina said as she grabbed the back of Henry’s head and pulled him down to his knees while she bent over and turned completely away from him, guiding his face down to her ass.
Letting his objections die, Henry licked Kristina’s pussy through her panties while she rubbed her ass in his face, her hand still in the back of his head, holding him in place.
Kristina held Henry against her ass for a good fifteen seconds before releasing his head, giving a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath she slipped her panties down, freeing up her pretty little pussy. He dove back in, going to work on her snatch.
“Get it in there,” she said. “Get your tongue in there. Don’t be shy.”
Henry did as he was told, shoving his tongue deep into her pussy and exploring around vigorously.
“There you go,” Kristina said. “That’s a good boy.”
Using the dining room table for balance, she bent over even further, keeping her legs straight. She turned her upper body so she could look back and watch Henry while he worked.
“Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Work it, baby. Work it in there.”
Needing another little break, Henry pulled back, then spit on Kristina’s pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers and slid them inside her. Looking up the length of her perfect body, part of him still in disbelief at the situation, he banged away with his fingers for a little while them pulled them out and dove back in with his face, holding her asscheeks wide with his hands while his tongue worked her pussy and his nose pressed up against her asshole.
“That’s it. Just like that,” Kristina said, slamming her ass back into him, bouncing it off him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. “Holy shit yes, that feels so fucking good.”
Enjoying himself thoroughly, Henry stuck his tongue out and held it rigid, allowing it to slide deep inside Kristina’s pussy every time she bounced back against him. Her juices covered his face and her smell filled his pores, making him feel as though he had permanently taken up residence inside her.
A short time later, Kristina turned around and pulled Henry to his feet, yanking his shirt over his head as he rose. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. She undid his belt, button and zipper in seconds, then dropped his pants and took his cock in her mouth.
She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, massaging and caressing it, getting it hard in no time flat. Once it was sticking straight out, looking like it was going to push through the skin, Kristina bobbed her head forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes turned up to his as she blew him.
Kristina glided over his cock, applying just enough pressure so that he could feel it but not so much that it was unbearable. Wet, slurping sounds escaped from her mouth and her eyes were turned up towards his, maintaining eye contact at all times.
Once Henry’s cock was all wet and slippery, Kristina let it slide out of her mouth, then gathered up some saliva, spit it on his shaft, and jerked him off.
“Are you still not sure about this?” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I can stop if you want. Is that what you want?”
Henry shook his head. “No.”
“I didn’t think so,” Kristina said, her smile growing wider. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while her hand continued working his shaft.
“Holy shit,” Henry said under his breath.
“Do you like that?” Kristina said, popping his cock out of her mouth.
Henry nodded.
She giggled and slid his cock in her mouth again, taking it halfway down this time. She held it there for a couple seconds before pulling off.
“What about that?” she said. “Do you like that too?”
“Very much,” Henry said.
“I do too,” Kristina said. “I love the taste of your cock. The feel of it in my mouth. And you know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Getting face-fucked,” she said, flashing him a wicked smile. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can fuck my face?”
“I think I can manage that,” Henry said.
“Let’s find out,” Kristina said. She opened her mouth wide and put her arms behind her back.
Henry took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Kristina’s head and held in place as he slammed his cock in and out of her open mouth while wet, slurping sounds escaped from it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the floor.
Kristina gagged and coughed but her eyes told him to keep going, so Henry did, moving his hips back and forth as fast as he could, hammering her mouth with his cock for a good thirty seconds before shoving it all the way down her throat and keeping it there, forcing her to deepthroat him, holding her head against him while she coughed and gagged.
Eventually he let Kristina go. Her head snapped back and she gasped for breath, laughing and smiling all the while.
“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. I have to admit, you’re a little more forceful than I was expecting.”
“Sorry,” Henry said, suddenly feeling sheepish.
“Don’t be,” Kristina said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing, actually.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “Most men are too gentle for my tastes. They don’t know how to turn it up a notch. But you obviously do.”
“Thanks,” Henry said, just as sheepishly as before, but for different reasons. H
e wasn’t one who took compliments well. Never had been.
“Ahh, aren’t you cute,” Kristina said. “All embarrassed.”
She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Henry’s cock, licking it from base to tip, making him shiver.
Laughing, Kristina said, “Oh, you like that too, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re sure to like this,” she said, sliding deeper beneath him and going to work on his ballsack, running her tongue over it while she jerked him off.
As Henry breathed heavily above her, Kristina took one of his balls in her mouth and gargled it for a few seconds before switching over to the other one. After playing with that one for a little while she took them both in her mouth, flicking her tongue against them and bouncing them off each other before letting them go with a little pop.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” he said.
“Yeah, you like that? You like it when I suck on your balls?”
Henry nodded vigorously.
Giggling, Kristina went back for seconds. This time she wrapped a couple of fingers around Henry’s sack right below his cock and squeezed, creating a tight little pocket with his balls as the prize. She stuck the whole package in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling down at the same time, stretching his sack out while she continued jerking him off.
Henry let out a little moan—mostly pleasure but with a little hint of pain mixed in—and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, in an attempt to calm himself down. But it was fruitless. He was simply too excited.
Henry backed off, forcing Kristina to release his sack from her mouth. As she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d made him tap out, Henry bent down, puts his arms beneath her shoulders, and lifted her up so she was standing in front of him. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and explored around for a few seconds before breaking off the kiss and spinning her around so she was facing the table, her ass to him.
“Oh, taking a little bit of control,” Kristina said.
“That’s right,” Henry replied.
