Horny Quickies

by Riley Haze

  “That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”

  He does.

  “Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.

  “Yes please,” he says.

  Smiling, I squat over him, one foot on the carpet on each side of his head. My pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth but I don’t yet drop it onto him. I want to play with him some more. Taunt him. Tease him.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to sit on your face so you can lick my pussy?”

  Eric nods vigorously. His breath is coming quickly now and his excitement is obvious.

  I’m getting off too; Fucking is great, but dominating a guy, controlling the entire situation? Now that is incredible.

  He reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me down onto him but I slap his arms away.

  “Hands off,” I say. “This is my gig. I control the action. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?”

  Eric nods again. His eyes are hungry with need.

  Still squatting above him, I stick my fingers in my pussy, working it until my juices are dripping down onto his face. Once I’m good and wet I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against my pussy.

  “Lick it,” I say

  He does as he’s told.

  I let him work on my pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow. Then I go back to work on myself, rubbing my clit, working myself up. I knows he’s pining away for me to sit on his face by now but I’ve got some business to take care of first.

  I continue rubbing my clit until I’m right at the point of orgasm. It doesn’t take long; it never does with me. But right before I cum I drop down onto my knees so my pussy is on top of his face. Still rubbing away at my clit, I grind my pussy into his mouth and start riding his tongue.

  The pleasure is immense and immediate. I’m right at the point of cumming but I don’t slow down one bit; in fact, I get more aggressive, leaning forward and riding his face more intensely. His rigid tongue is sliding up and down on my pussy and his nose is pressing against my clit. A few seconds of that and then I’m cumming, my body spasming and a low, intense groan escaping from my throat.

  Needing a little break, I lean back so I can watch Eric’s eyes as he works my pussy with his tongue. His face is red and intense. He’s taking his job seriously. And he’s enjoying this. So I go back to work, dropping my pussy back onto his face and grinding away.

  But he’s a bit too gentle for my tastes. I like to ride the edge of pain and pleasure, and he’s too much of a sub to get aggressive with me. So I have to take matters into my own hands. Literally. So I take one breast in each hand and pinch my nipples while he works on my snatch.

  Working my nipples while he eats me out does the trick. Now that I’m good and warmed up again it’s time to mix things up. See how much I can get away with before he relents. Something tells me it’s going to be pretty far.

  “Are you ready to taste my ass?” I ask.

  He nods instead of speaking but this time I let him get away with it. After all, his mouth is being put to good use already.

  I spin around on his face so I’m facing his cock (which is still sticking straight up despite not having been touched by me) then I use my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plop my asshole right onto his mouth.

  He goes to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

  “That’s right,” I say. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

  My talking seems to turn him on, as he goes to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue is slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

  I choke off sounds of pleasure (I don’t want him getting too confident) and start bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottom out. It feels incredible, but I still need something more to get myself off again. So I stick my fingers inside my pussy and starts banging myself while he works my asshole with his tongue.

  About a minute of fucking myself while he works my asshole and I’m right at the point of cumming yet again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rub my clit, once again putting me over the top.

  I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan as the orgasm rocks my body. This one is more violent than the first two, causing me to shake and shimmy. Eric’s tongue slips out of my asshole but he continues licking away at it, prolonging my ecstasy.

  I figure it’s time to reward him for a job well done so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

  A little moan escapes from his throat but he doesn’t stop licking my asshole. In fact, he goes at it with even more fervor, using his hands to spread my asscheeks wide, making me gape and giving him even deeper access.

  I suck his cock for a little while, bobbing up and down on it while my hand works his shaft, mixing up the depth and pressure to keep him on edge. I don’t want him getting into too good of a rhythm; I still need his cock inside me before we go on our date.

  I can tell from the way his body is reacting that he’s pretty close to cumming so I lift myself up off his face and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving him a chance to recover. And me a chance to mess with his head a little bit.

  I turn and sit on the lower part of his stomach. My legs are on each side of his body and my ass is pressing back against his cock, providing just a little bit of pressure.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, pretending like I’m genuinely concerned. Like I don’t know how he’s going to answer.

  “Very much so,” he says.

  “I’m not taking things too quickly, am I?”

  “Not at all,” he says.

  “Are you sure?” I say. “Because sometimes I can be a bit . . . pushy.”

  “I like it.”

  “Good,” I say. “So you want me to continue telling you what to do?”

  “Yes,” he says.

  I glare at him and my tone gets harsh. “Yes what?”

  “Yes please.”

  “That’s better,” I say, my glare turning into a smile and my voice softening. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your face again and smother you until I have another orgasm. Then I’m going to ride your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then you’re going to shoot your load all over my face. Understand?”

  He nods.

  “If you do all things and do them well, then after dinner we’ll have another round just like this one. Except crazier. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds great.”

  “Of course it does,” I say. “Because you’re a perverted, dirty little boy who likes to get told what to do, aren’t you?”

  He nods.

  “Don’t nod. Say it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Repeat it back to me,” I say. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

  “I’m a perverted nasty little boy who likes to get told what to do,” Eric says.

  “Yes you are,” I reply. “Now stick out your tongue.”

  He complies, of course.

  I climb up his chest and straddle his face and pin his arms to the carpet, then drop my pussy right back onto his mouth, giving him my entire weight this time, completely smothering him with my flesh. Despite his lack of air, he goes to work on my pussy with vigor, licking and tonguing me while I continue to hold his arms down, making him all but helpless.

  I do exactly what I said I was going to do; grind on his face until I cum, my pussy juices dripping out of me, drenching his face and getting in his mouth and up his nose and in his eyes.

  Once I’m done I lift my pussy off his face and stare down at him, our eyes locked together. His face is red and he’s breathing hard and deep but he’s smiling widely.

  Still squatting over him, I say, “You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

  Eric nods. />
  I spit on his face.

  “What about that? Do you like it when I spit on you?”

  He nods again, his smile still wide and full of excitement.

  I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a little one without much force.

  “And that?”

  Another nod. His smile has grown even larger.

  I slap him again, harder this time. And again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more deeply than ever.

  I return his smile. I just can’t help it. I’m having a grand old time.

  “You really are a nasty little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round one.

  I take a couple steps back so my pussy is right above his cock.

  “Now I’m going to ride you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I want your load all over my face.”

  He nods.

  “That’s a good boy,” I say as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my juices making things nice and smooth.

  He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we went to dinner.

  In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later, after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even further.

  So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every thrust.

  I put my hands on his thighs and lean back, changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards, increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a few times then start riding it in a circular motion.

  I know he’s right at the point of cumming but he’s still holding back. He’s got more control than I expected. So I decide to take advantage of his submissive qualities to help him get there more quickly.

  Still bouncing on his cock, I lean forward and wrap one hand around his neck, choking him while I fuck him.

  His eyes widen and his smile returns. I can tell from the way his body is moving against me that he’s getting close. Time to put him over the edge.

  Going back to the well once again, I slap him across the cheek with my free hand. He starts breathing faster. I slap him again, still choking him with my other hand and still bouncing aggressively on his cock.

  He has to be close to cumming but still he’s not giving in. Which is good because riding and choking and slapping him all at the same time has me right on the verge of orgasm once again.

  And then I’m there.

  Grabbing his neck with my other hand too I choke him while I cum, my body shaking and shivering while I continue to impale myself on his cock.

  Then, as if my orgasm triggered his own, he says, “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” like it was a single word.

  I scramble off his cock and down to the floor, on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my mouth and suck him off, tasting my sweet pussy juices as I do so, my lips working the tip of his cock while my hand works his shaft, the combination of my juices still on his cock and my saliva allowing me jerk him off with some serious speed and pressure.

  “Fuckfuckfuck,” he says as his body tenses up for a moment.

  I pull my mouth off his cock but continue jerking him off as his body releases, sending warm, white milky liquid shooting everywhere. His load is massive; four full spasms and a couple of aftershocks. Some of his cum ends up on my face, some in my hair, some on my tits, some on his stomach and some on the floor.

  Once he’s done I suck on the tip of his cock, eliciting every last drop from it, then make my way up his chest.

  Trying to get a reaction from him, I lean in for a kiss, my face still covered with his cum. But he doesn’t even flinch, lifting his head to take my mouth in his. We make out for a little while before I break it off.

  “So, shall we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?” I ask, acting as though this was a normal prelude to a first date with me. (And to be honest, it wasn’t all that out of character.)

  “Sounds like a plan,” Eric says, not missing a beat. He climbs to his feet and offers his hand to help me up.

  #

  It isn’t until we’re all cleaned up and about ready to leave for the restaurant when he finally broaches the subject I know he’s been thinking about since we finished.

  “Sorry about that, by the way,” he says as he opens the door for me.

  “Sorry about what?” I ask, playing dumb, even though I know exactly what he’s apologizing for.

  “Not lasting very long earlier,” he says. “You caught me off guard. Next time I’ll do better.”

  I smile inwardly. Men are so predictable it’s almost unfair.

  “I’m sure you Eric,” I say, tilted my head up and giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Now let’s go get to know each other a little bit, what do you say?”

  “Sounds good.”

  I close the door and we head off on our date.

  #

  Almost two hours later we’re back at my place. Dinner was very interesting; I got Eric good and drunk and he ended up getting very personal, especially when it came to his sexual fantasies, all of which I was going to make come true.

  Right now he’s waiting on the living room couch so I can get changed. A couple minutes later I come out in a studded black leather bra and panties with fingerless black gloves, thigh-high boots with 4-inch heels. I have a 3-foot long braided leather whip in one hand and a small duffel bag in the other.

  The whip is pretty much just for show, it doesn’t really have a practical purpose in tonight’s proceedings but Eric’s eyes go wide upon seeing it. Which is exactly what I was going for. I wrap the whip around the back of his neck and pull him off the couch.

  I lead him over to the center of the living room and order him down to his knees. He obeys without question. I wrap the whip around his neck a couple of times, pulling it tight enough that he can feel it but not so tight that it’s choking him.

  “Are you ready for this?” I ask, looking down at him with an evil little smile on my face.

  “I think so.”

  “Are you sure? You look a little scared.”

  “I am,” he says. “But that’s part of the fun.”

  “I’m glad you see things that way,” I say. “Because I have a surprise for you. And it’s pretty scary. Do you want to see it?”

  He nods.

  I pull the whip tighter, choking him. Tilting my head to the side and flashing him a harsh look, I say, “What? I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” he says, his voice softer due to the constriction of his neck.

  “Yes what?” I say, pulling even tighter.

  “Yes, mistress,” he manages to croak out. His face is starting to turn bright red.

  “That’s better,” I say, unraveling the whip, allowing him to breathe normally once again. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  I shift my position so I’m behind him, then set the whip on the floor and reach into the duffel bag and pull out a strap-on with a 6-inch latex dildo attached to it. It’s not the biggest dildo in my collection, not by a longshot, but it’s not that small either.

  I strap it on and come back around so he can see me. Eric is wait
ing patiently, just like a good little sub. His eyes open wide when he sees the size of the cock strapped to my waist. I’m standing just a couple inches away from him, the dildo practically touching his face, which is turned up towards me.

  Standing over him, taunting him, I stroke my artificial cock. I’m not going to lie, it feels good to have a cock in my hands. Even if it’s a fake one made out of latex. It’s hard to keep my hands off of it. I don’t know how guys don’t stroke it all day long.

  “Do you see what I have for you tonight?” I ask, staring down at Eric.

  “It’s pretty fucking big,” he says, his voice brimming with both fear and excitement.

  “You’re damn right it is,” I say. “And you know why?”

  Eric shakes his head.

  “It’s because I had a bad fucking week and I need to take it out on someone,” I say. “And you’re the lucky winner.”

  Bending down until our heads are on the same level, I grab ahold of his chin and squeeze tight. He winces just a bit.

  “You see, Eric, today is all about torture and pain and making you squirm and whine and cry like a little bitch,” I say, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to tear you open. I’m going to stick this huge cock deep inside your asshole until you feel it all the way in your fucking stomach.”

  It sounds harsh, what I’m saying to him, but it’s not really. It’s all part of the fantasy that he spelled out to me (in great detail, I might add) at dinner.

  Eric swallows. His throat makes an audible click. From the look in his eyes I think he’s either truly a little bit scared, which is not surprising. From what he’d told me earlier, this was the first time he’d ever done this sort of thing.

  I slap him in the face. He takes it like a man, hardly making any sound at all.

  “Do you like that?” I ask.

  He nods.

  “Then I guess I’m not doing it hard enough,” I say.

  I slap him again, harder this time.

  Eric flinches but doesn’t cry out.

  “What about now?” I ask. “Did that one hurt?”

  “A little bit,” he says.

  “Just a little bit? That’s all?”

  Eric nods.