Horny Quickies

by Riley Haze

  She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth. Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another. Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the pressure.

  I shudder, focus all my energy on not blowing my load. She senses this and relaxes the pressure while still continuing to suck. With my balls in her mouth she lays my cock on top of her face alongside her nose. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it. Lets my balls fall from her mouth.

  She scoots back and smiles up at me, a mocking, “I own you” smile. She is still on her knees. She is still stroking my cock.

  My legs are trembling. My breath is ragged. The pressure is nearly unbearable. If she would just take me in her mouth I would cum within a matter of seconds and then I could die a happy man.

  “Please,” I say.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please suck my cock.”

  She tilts her head, eyes me with menace.

  “Please suck my cock, mistress,” I say.

  Her glare softens. She seems to think about it for a moment. Then, to my dismay, she stands up and says, “Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t earned it yet.”

  Her hand is still on my cock and she uses it to drag me towards the bed. My pants are still down around my ankles so I have to shuffle madly to keep from falling.

  I start to beg her again but she turns and slaps me in the face.

  “Shut up,” she says. “Did I tell you to speak to me?”

  I shake my head.

  “That’s right.” She turns me and pushes me down onto the bed. “So you just take your clothes off and lie down on your back and get ready to make yourself useful.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  I do as I am told, slipping out of my clothes while she goes over and has another glass of wine. She ignores me completely, as though I’m not even there, and this just turns me on even more. Finally I’m naked. I climb onto the bed and adjust myself so I am lying in the middle. The moment of truth is almost here. And I can hardly wait.

  She dusts off her glass of wine and slips out of her dress and turns towards me, allowing me full access to her body. Fully naked now, I get the see it in all its splendor, taking it in as a whole. Beautiful face, graceful neck, perfect tits, thin waist, wide hips, neatly trimmed bush, muscled but not muscular legs. Even her feet were perfect, right down to her toenails which are painted bright red.

  She is just standing there, towering over me, when she starts to play with her pussy. At first just rubbing it, then sticking one finger in, then two. Sliding in and out, the wetness building, becoming more and more slippery, occasionally pulling her fingers out to stick them in her mouth and suck off the juices before diving back in for more. She stares directly at me while she plays with herself, as if daring me stand up and take control. But I don’t fall for the trap. Instead I just start to play with myself, preparing my cock for what’s to come.

  “Don’t fucking touch yourself,” she says. “Just let it sit there.”

  I reluctantly do as I’m told.

  And then she’s moving towards the bed, towards me. She’s taken to rubbing her clit but her eyes still haven’t strayed from mine.

  She slaps her pussy a few times then climbs onto the bed by my feet. She begins to lick her way up my body, starting with my calves, then my knees, then my thighs. But instead of stopping at my waist she continues up, licking my belly button, then my under my ribs, licking, suckling, lightly biting, her hands exploring my chest as she does so. And then without warning she bites down on my nipple. I hiss in pain but she just laughs and continues on, suckling at my neck for a moment, then kissing me full on the lips, sticking her tongue down my throat with reckless intensity. But even that only lasts a couple seconds, and then she is continuing up towards my head and then before I know it she is sitting on my face, her dripping wet pussy dropping down perfectly onto my mouth and nose, straddling it, pushing down, smothering me, forcing me to breathe her in if I’m to take any breath at all.

  And so I do, inhaling her musky odor into my lungs, holding it, letting it out. She moans in intense pleasure and grinds harder into my face, bouncing up and down. Her pussy is gushing, drenching my chin, my nose, my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick her sweet, supple pussy, the walls slick and delicious and as smooth as the finest silk.

  “Oh fuck yeah, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she says, losing herself.

  I look up and see her leaning forward and gripping the top of the bed frame, her beautiful tits bouncing around above me, hair amiss, head bowed forward, face screwed up in intense pleasure.

  I hook my arms around her thighs and stick my tongue out even further while pressing down on her hips and into me. She rides my tongue, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, her moans growing in intensity, becoming grunts, then finally culminating in a single, piercing scream before falling silent.

  Her body shudders once, then twice, then three times, each shudder accompanied by a little yelp of pleasure. She is breathing hard and her body is glistening with sweat. She throws her head back, looks up at the ceiling.

  “Now that,” she says, “Is what I’m talking about.”

  She climbs off my face and slides in next to me in bed. Propped up on one arm, she kisses me, tasting herself. She licks her lips and smiles.

  Smiling back, I say, “Now will you please suck my cock?”

  “Honey, after that, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

  And with that she slips down between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth.

  Now I’m not hung like a porn star but I’m not hung like a pimple either, and still she swallows my cock without any problem whatsoever. It disappears between her lips and down her throat in a flash, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time.

  “Ho-ly shit,” I say as I immediately fight the urge to spew in her mouth.

  She winks at me and then shifts her head back a bit and somehow takes my cock even deeper. Lying on my back in the bed I can see the tip of her nose pressing into my groin and feel the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. Then her tongue flicks out from underneath and nestles my scrotum for just a moment, and I shudder in ecstasy and am just on the verge of cumming when she slides my cock out of her mouth. It’s dripping wet and coated with saliva and the tip is white from where the tightness of her throat restricted the blood flow.

  I relax for a moment and the urge to cum passes. As soon as it’s gone she again takes my cock into her mouth, just the tip this time, sucks on it and jerks my shaft with her hand, the leftover saliva making it slick, allowing her to jerk it quickly, up and down, up and down, up and down, her hand squeezing tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock until I’m again only moments from cumming.

  When she feels my tension rising again she slows down her strokes, pulls the tip from her mouth, and proceeds to slowly lick the length of my shaft with her tongue, up and then down, up and then down, up and then down, bringing me again into safe range.

  “Do you want to come yet?” she says.

  “Desperately,” I reply, at this point wanting only to release the incredible, nearly unbearable pressure.

  “Beg for it,” she says while she massages my balls with her right hand and plays with my cock with her left.

  “Please let me cum,” I say.

  She tilts her head and eyes me with a slightly raised brow.

  “Mistress,” I add.

  “That’s better,” she says. “But I want you to say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

  “Please mistress, please let me cum.”

  She laughs and then just like that she deepthroats me again, effortlessly, holding it, holding it, holding it, my cock constricting her breath, gagging her, and then she starts moving her head up an
d down, up and down her lips moving the full length of my shaft, from tip to base, over and over again, her hair flipping everywhere, covering half her face but her gaze never leaving mine, her eyes deadly serious, hard at work, pushing me to the edge and then over it and my sphincter tightens and I buck my hips and I say, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” over and over again and then my sphincter releases and so does my cock as I feel the cum shooting out, threatening to blow out the back of her throat and then she leans back just a little, changing the angle so the cum will flow better and takes my cock all the way into the back of her throat and holds is there as I cum and cum and cum some more, my body jerking and spasming in uncontrollable bursts and she takes it all, swallowing everything I have to offer seemingly without effort.

  I lean back and stare at the ceiling, exhausted with the effort. My breath is ragged and I’m sweating all over. I put my hands over my face and laugh a little bit to release the tension.

  She slides up next to me and drops her head onto my chest.

  “Have fun?” she says. Her demeanor is relaxed, playful. The role-playing is over.

  “I had a great time,” I say.

  “That’s good,” she says. “I aim to please.”

  “Well you certainly did that.” I reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pull out twenty $100 dollar bills and hand them to her.

  “Thanks, baby,” she says, “Next time you’re in the mood to get pushed around a little bit, make sure you ask for me.”

  “Will do.”

  She taps my leg a couple of times and stands up. “You mind if I finish the wine?” she says.

  “Not at all. Be my guest.”

  She nods in thanks, pours the last glass, throws it down, puts on her clothes, and walks out with nothing more than brief wave goodbye. No pretense, no small-talk, no awkwardness. Just the way I like it.

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  PEGGING MY MALE SLUT

  Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Eric. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.

  But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Eric. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.

  “He totally digs you,” Kelly said.

  “Oh yeah?” I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”

  “He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”

  “Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I loved those kind of men . . . or boys, as I considered them, the kind that liked to be pushed around and told what to do. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.

  Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”

  So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Eric thought.

  He was in for the surprise of his life.

  #

  It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that Eric be easy to get out of.

  I look through the peephole and see Eric standing out there, looking nervous.

  I open the door.

  “Hey there,” I say.

  “Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.

  “Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.

  “I’d love to.”

  I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.

  He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.

  “Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.

  Eric tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.

  “Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.

  He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

  “What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”

  He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

  “Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.

  Eric’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.

  “You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

  I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

  I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.

  I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.

  “You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”

  He nods.

  “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.

  I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.

  “What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”

  “Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

  It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.

  I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.

  He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can fe
el him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before it’s too late.

  “I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

  He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.

  I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.

  “Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.

  He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.

  I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.

  “What do you think?” I ask.

  “I think you’re perfect,” he replies.

  “Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.

  “Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.

  He nods.

  I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Eric. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.

  After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.

  He nods again.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.

  “That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”

  Eric does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.