A Cock In The Hand - S01 E20

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

As I pressed the third ball in, the vibration of my balls and prostate caused me to moan.

"You are a little slut, aren't you, CC?" he asked, as he sat in a chair to watch the show. His robe fell open, as he spread his legs.

Despite the humiliation, and the fact he was recording me again, my hips rocked on the rubber cock.

He toyed with the remote, turning it to constant on, off, on low, med, high and back to pulse causing me to grunt. I gripped my cock and spread the lube over it. I needed the humiliation session to end and the feel of the lube on my boner, gave me hope I could end this quickly.

"Not so fast, Captain Cock-whore. I didn't tell you to jack off yet. Show me how much my horny little bitch loves her dildo first."

Later, on the video, I would see the anger in my tomato-red face, as he taunted me again. Nonetheless, as I squatted on the eight-inch dildo with my feet against my hips and it vibrated inside me, my hips rolled with a mind of their own. They rolled in a slow circular motion trying to hit my prostate with the vibrator.

My eyes closed, and I began to raise up and down, as I rolled. My moans grew louder and my movements faster. I told myself the sooner you come, the sooner you're out of here. I could feel the intensity on my prostate and imaged myself coming again, just from the dildo; when suddenly, it stopped vibrating.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. My head was sweating from the mask, and I felt the urge to yank it off, but thought better of it, particularly with him recording me.

"What's up, CC?" he teased.

"Turn it back on, please," I asked, meekly.

"You like it in the ass, don't you, Captain Cock-whore?" He stared into my eyes, smiling knowingly.

"Yes, sir. Please turn-- huh!" It kicked in on high. "Thank you, sir."

My hips began to roll forward and back, as I raised up and down. Each time it hit my prostate, a tingling rush passed through my lower body.

"Are you my bitch, Captain?" His eyes cut through me, as he spoke.

"Oh yes," I sighed.

"You've already come twice this morning and you're hard as rock again." I nodded, somehow feeling protected by the mask, eyes moving from his eyes to his cock and back again. "You want my cock again, don't you?"

"Yes!" I said, too quickly.

My pace quickened and I thought I might cum again. I wanted to crawl over and suck him hard again.

"You like your uniform too, don't you?"

His eyes seemed to own me. I nodded shamefully.

"Use your words, Captain Cock-whore," he said sternly.

"Yes, sir. I like my uniform."

"Do you wanna jack off for my cock, cock-whore?"

I was bouncing and rolling my hips.

"Yes please! Let me come for your cock again!"

"Are you a cock-whore, Steven?"

"Yes, I'm your cock-whore, please."

"You can touch yourself now, Captain Cock-whore, but I want you to tell me how much you love my cock."

"Thank you, sir." I began to stroke as I fucked the dildo. "The first time I touched it, I felt my dick stir from the heat. It's so fucking big and so fucking hard. Ah Fuck! When I took it in my mouth, I never, ah, thought, I, ah! I could take it all."

"Oh, but you did. Captain Cock-whore's superpower," he sighed, still smiling. "And I'm going to need you to do that again and again."

"Yes! Please! Ah! I want it. Uh, uh, uh!" I grunted, as my hand moved in a blur. "So, huh, hot and hard, inside me!" I spoke in urgent grunts, on the verge of coming again.

His exposed cock was still limp, but so big and tantalizing. I wanted it back in my mouth and my ass.

"I want it in my ass, Mark, please. Oh fuck, I'm coming for your cock, Mark! I'm coming, ah!"

My orgasm hit and I continued to jack off furiously. After two orgasms, there was not a lot of cum. It oozed down my shaft mixing with the lube, as my whole body shuddered and spasmed. I fell forward leaning on my left hand, as I hammered out every bit of pleasure with my right.

As I gasped for air trying to collect myself. He began to clap his hands together slowly but firmly. "That was epic, Steven. I will keep you, my friend. We'll watch that together tomorrow night when you ride your dildo again. Unfortunately, I have to get ready for an interview, so clean all this up. And you need to get every drop of spunk off my couch. And I mean all of it. I want it looking brand new."

As I watched the video later, it really was epic. When I came, my body spasmed uncontrollably, my mouth was agape, and the grunts, groans and squeaks were almost beyond belief.

As I panted, kneeling before him, the humiliation was once again, front and center. I was pleased he was going to leave me to 'clean up'. At least I could use a rag or paper towel instead of my tongue. He stood up and picked up the huge steel spatula.

"Thank you, sir," I said obediently. His spatula was still in hand.

He smiled and stared, not moving. So, I began to lick the cum off my hand tasting the mixture of jizz and lube. It may have been cherry flavored.

"Don't worry, CC, it's edible." His arrogance oozed from every pore, and his cock was still exposed through the open robe. Even in that moment of shame and degradation, the tingle returned to my spent cock at the thought of him in my mouth. His continued gaze meant that I would, in fact, be licking my spunk off the floor yet again.

As I turned to lick it up, on hands and knees, he laughed as my ass faced him. "Your little pussy is still wide-open, CC. Better put a pad on, so my seed doesn't soak through your jogging panties for the world to see. Especially Amy, that could be awkward."

The anger flooded back, as I licked the remnants of my shame off the floor.

"Good job, CC. I'll let you know about poker night. It's a four-hundred-dollar buy-in, but I'm sure if there's cock involved, you're all in, am I right?" He tapped the business end of the spatula in his palm for effect.

I spoke between licks. "Yes sir, thank you, sir." He was relentless, and I saw no hope of escape at that point. And after the morning's events, I wasn't sure I wanted to escape.

"You did great today, CC. Put your uni back on the bed when you're done cleaning up. Show yourself out and we'll talk tomorrow. I gotta tell you, I am looking forward to poker night. Ten days is a long time. Don't forget your toy and lube, my friend." He walked out and up the stairs.

Whenever he used that term, it brought out my angry internal voice. "You sir are not my fucking friend!" On the outside, I continued to dutifully lick my drying jizz off the floor and sofa. Then I found some dish soap and a bucket under the sink in the kitchen. I dabbed the residue off the couch keeping an ear cocked, in case he returned.

He did not, and when I finished, I left my uniform as I had found it and put on my Lycra shorts sans underwear. As I slunk to my car, I kept a sharp eye out for Officer Reeves. Given his uncanny ability to show up out of nowhere, I was relieved to make my escape from the neighborhood I'd learned to dread.

I drove home, spent--despite having not run a single meter. My mind swirled with dread, lust, fear, and excitement. A mental cocktail that I couldn't seem to get enough of.


To be continued...