A Cock In The Hand - S01 E25

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E25

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eyes that seemed to smile as he pleasured me. Finally, I pushed off and pulled away, as my half-wet ass plopped on the chair, and I gasped for air.

"Fuck," I panted. "No one's ever... Damn, I needed that."

He smiled and rested back on his heels, gently caressing my thigh. "Glad I could be of assistance today, Mrs. Stilson." He leaned in and kissed my knees.

"Please call me Amy, Mr. Thomas," I joked, still panting. His only response was a wry smile.

My juices coated his cheeks as he stood up. Once again, his ten-inch member stood at attention, swaying side to side slowly in front of me.

"Are you still willing to help out a friend, Mrs. Stilson." He again put special emphasis on Mrs. Stilson. But the thought of that cock needing my 'assistance' overshadowed all good sense.

It was my turn to tease, and I dropped to my knees, now looking up at him. I leaned in, extending my tongue, as my left hand reached up and gripped his cock. Holding it against his body, my tongue teased the underside of his balls tracing the tip of my tongue, slowly back and forth. I did my best hungry-eyed stare, while I licked them more firmly.

"Mrs. Stilson, you are very good, my friend," he sighed, as I continued to coat his balls, raising them up one at a time with my tongue.

Next, I worked my way up to his shaft and watched his eyes close, as I licked up to the tip. There was no doubt that his was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, hands down. I wanted to savor every bit of it. As my right hand slipped around to his ass, I felt a rush of heat as I gripped his firm baby smooth ass cheek. My left quickly followed, and I gripped one in each hand, licking his cock like an extra-tall popsicle from bottom to top. Then, as I worked back up his head, I let my tongue tip, trace from his cleft around the rim of his helmet and back again.

His boner stretched with a pulse of blood taking him to full stiffness. "Holy fuck, Mrs. Stilson, you make me so fucking hard."

With that, I released his ass and gripped his shaft with both hands. I noticed a dollop of glistening pre-cum nestled in the dip of his tip. I started slowly and milked his cock again, squeezing more. It began to ooze down the front of his cock, right at the man-clit. I pressed my flattened tongue against him, lapping up his sweetness, before plunging his head into my mouth and teasing his 'clit' with my tongue.

"Oh yeah, there's my cum-hungry, little cock-slut," he groaned, holding his hips and pushing his hard-on toward me with pride.

I nodded and began to suck him for real, with both hands gripping his shaft, taking him deep in my mouth. I plunged him in, trying for more, but he was too big for my throat and could barely take a third of him. Hearing his grunting moans, made me try harder. My hands gripped his ass cheeks again, digging in for a solid grip, as my head bobbed on his hot pole.

"Fuck, you want it all, don't you, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, putting a hand on the back of my head.

I nodded and whimpered on his cock, as I pulled myself toward him trying to relax my throat, maybe taking him a half-inch deeper. I tried again and again, to no avail.

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you are determined. Don't be disappointed, I've never met a woman that could take it all and several have tried. But you really do like having a real cock in your mouth, don't you?"

I nodded, ignoring the dig at Wayne, but he was right. I did love having his cock in my hands and in my mouth.

"We, both know where you really need my cock, don't we, Mrs. Stilson?" His eyes cut through me and once again, my willpower was obliterated by the sensation of his silky-steel cock.

I could tell he sensed the desperation in my eyes, before surrendering to his cock yet again and nodding my agreement.

"And if I told you, I want to bend you over your kitchen table and fuck you 'til you come screaming for my cock?" he said confidently, staring down at me.

My head was nodding emphatically, before my conscious mind even grasped what he said, but he had hit the figurative nail on the head of the fantasy slide show that had played in my mind earlier. I had to know what it felt like to be pounded by such a massive cock.

"This day just gets better and better, Mrs. Stilson," he said, gently stroking my hair. "I promise, you'll never gonna forget this. I do have to admit, Mrs. Stilson, if you make me come in your mouth, I don't think I could recover for a third. You, make me come so hard, I would need I.V. fluids to go a third time."

My mind raced trying to grasp how this day spiraled so badly out of control. My marriage had many ups and downs, as they all do. I had never cheated on Wayne, or even been close. Yet, there I was on my knees, a stranger's cock in my mouth, naked before him, pussy aching for him, even after two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Even as he condescendingly petted my head, I knew I had to know what it felt like to have him inside. A part of me knew, even if Wayne walked in at that moment; if Mark commanded it, I would let him fuck me in front of him. I would beg him to fuck me while Wayne watched. Sadly, coming to that realization, only made my pussy wetter.

His hand stopped petting and gently pressed my forehead, pushing me off his cock. Even knowing what was coming next, didn't stop the disappointment for not getting him to come in my mouth.

"Oops, gotta little jizz on me." He smiled down at me and wiped his cum in my hair before petting my head again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Stilson?" His hard cock glistened with my saliva, rocked side to side.

The rudeness of his tone and the use of the F-word, only seemed to turn me on, for reasons I can't explain. I nodded my head, already knowing that wouldn't be enough.

"Use your words, please, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need me to do for you," he spoke in his calm voice.

Something inside me just let go and I stood up and looked him in the eye. His cock pressed against my belly, and I grabbed it firmly with my right hand and held it. I thought of it like my dildo, a tool to satisfy me when Wayne was away.

"I need you to stop talking and man up. I need you to put your fucking cock inside me. I need you to bend me over the fucking table and slide your hot, hard cock inside me 'til I feel your hair on my ass. Then I need you to fuck me, Mark. I need you to stop taking about it, put your fucking money where your mouth is, and fuck me hard. I need you to keep your word, Gentleman Mark, and make me come twice out of your fucking respect for women! Otherwise get the fuck out and I'll get my little plastic buddy to do it myself."

It was all true. I needed it and I was going to take it! Throwing his own words back in his face and questioning his manhood, made sure I was going to get it.

"Mrs. Stilson, you fiery, little slut. You are just full of surprises. And you let me think your mom was the fiery one. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are with my seed on your face?"

I stood there refusing to let him ruin my moment, by letting his arrogance bother me. After he realized I wasn't gonna react, he continued.

"Mrs. Stilson, I am going to give you what you need. Thank you for using your words, but you forgot the magic word. I think it's the least you can do before using me for your own pleasure."

I stared up at him thinking of a reply but all I could think of was a calm straight forward response. "Please fuck me, Mr. Thomas."

"Better. Now I'm gonna need you to place both hands on the table and spread those pretty legs for me, ma'am," he said, as he gripped the back of my neck firmly and pushed me into position.

As my hands hit the table, his boner pressed longways between my ass cheeks filling my crack and then some. It was so warm and stiff, I cooed like a dove, despite being treated like his plaything.

"Oh God, you're so fucking hot and hard," I gasped.

Both hands brutishly gripped an ass cheek, and he squeezed them firmly, rocking them up and down.

"What an ass, Mrs. Stilson, UM!" he grunted, and pulled his cock back, loosening his grip, then began to caress my ass with his palms. "Oh, damn," he said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

I found myself rocking my ass a little, trying to taunt him. Why it made me happy that he liked my ass, I don't know. But even as he treated me like a piece of meat, I felt sexier and more vibrant than I had in months.

"I just gotta bite it, Mrs. Stilson." He quickly dropped to a knee and began nibbling my buns, as he squeezed and kneaded them.

My feet shuffled further apart, opening myself up a little more as he manhandled my buns. I could feel my labia open and close and rub together, as he manipulated my ass.

"Your pussy is such a pretty pink and just dripping, Mrs. Stilson. Wayne is such a lucky man. Even your little, dark asshole is cute. This is too much."

Then I gasped, as he spread my ass cheeks wide and licked me from clit to asshole and repeated four times in rapid succession. No one had ever licked my asshole before, and he was just shoving his whole face into my pussy and ass.

"Oh God," I sighed.

He suddenly stopped and stood up. "So sorry I got off track, Mrs. Stilson, but you are quite distracting, I must say. Now where were we? Oh, yeah." His boner pressed back into my ass crack. "Mrs. Stilson needs fucked by a real cock..." He sounded like he was pondering life's great mysteries, as my pussy was once again screaming for relief.

He gripped my hips and pulled me back 'til my tits (now shrinking under the tension of the coating of drying cum) hung even with the edge of the table. His manhood remained pressed against me, as we waddled back. Then he stepped back, and I felt his hot, plump cock head push against my moist labia.

I exhaled and cooed again. Finally, I would know. But, of course, he removed it, and I felt him step in closer. His wrist touched my pussy and then he slid his hand out from between us and his cock head pressed into my belly, just above my muff.

"We need to prepare you, I think, Mrs. Stilson." He pushed down my hips and I spread my feet further to comply. Then, he seemed to raise a little, pressing his shaft against my spread pussy.

I whimpered at the hot hardness pressed against me.

"Do you feel the scope of what you're dealing with, Mrs. Stilson? A much bigger issue to deal with than perhaps you're used to?" He began to rub his length against my slit, pulling out until the tip lined up perfectly to my opening, then sliding back forward 'til his pelvis met my ass and his cock head touched my belly button.

"So much bigger," I whimpered. As it rubbed against my soaked cunt.

"Better than your plastic buddy?"

"Oh, yes! So much bigger and so much better. You're so fucking hard. You feel so good."

My cunt juices and saliva coated his shaft and as he rubbed it against me. It pushed hard against me, as it strained to point toward the sky. I rocked forward and back, rubbing him faster.

"You fucking love it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I love your fucking cock. Please, fuck me with it, Mark. I need your fucking cock!'

"Are you gonna disrespect it again, Mrs. Stilson?" He pushed on my left ass cheek holding me still and his hand came in and pushed his boner down and away.

"No, I'm sorry, please don't..."

The cock snapped back into place, and he resumed at a slightly faster pace. I quickly felt myself building toward a climax, just from rubbing against him.

My moans got louder and more intense.

"Whenever you come, Mrs. Stilson, I want you to scream that you're coming for my cock..."

"Yes! Thank you, Mark. Ah!"

"Much better manners, Mrs. Stilson, thank you. Do you still want your plastic buddy, Mrs. Stilson?"

"No please, I need your cock. So fucking big. Oh Mark, I'm gonna come."

He pulled it away. "Not just yet Mrs. Stilson. I want you to rub my cock against your clit and show me how a little cock-hungry slut makes herself come. Then you can tell me how much better it is than your little plastic buddy."

His cock snapped back against me and he held it there. I reached down and grabbed the tip and rubbed it against me, as he had commanded.

"I love your cock, Mark. It's so much bigger and better than my dildo. I need it so bad, please."

"Such a good girl, Mrs. Stilson. You and Wayne are so nice with such good manners. Thank you."

I rubbed his hot cock against me faster and faster, feeling my orgasm building.

"That's so good, Mrs. Stilson, show me how the hot little slut makes herself come?"

"Oh Mark, I'm gonna come!"

I rubbed frantically, barely able to balance on my other hand.

"Oh God! I'm coming for your cock! I'm coming for, ya Ah!"

I groaned and grunted, as my forehead lowered resting on the table. My body quaked and legs trembled, as I came for the third time.

"Coming, f-f-for your... cock! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!"

As my orgasm passed, he pulled his cock back and rubbed his head against my slit.

"I think you might be ready, Mrs. Stilson, what do you think?"

"Please, I'm so fucking ready, Mark. Please give me that big fucking cock!"

"I love that slutty little mouth, and you did use the magic word..." he taunted. "Your attitude is much improved, but I'll need one more thing, Mrs. Stilson."

He wriggled his head against me, pushed against me and pulled back.

"Please, Mark."

"So polite, thank you. A good cock-slut hits her knees and begs to clean her cunt-cum off when she's done. Are you a good cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes pl--"

He began to push in earnest and wriggle his head as he separated me.

I stiffened and braced, as he pushed slowly in. At first, the pain made me think, he'll never fit but he backed off and pushed gently back in repeating the process a little deeper each time.

"Nice and easy, Mrs. Stilson, you are so tight, I'm gonna take my time and make sure we both enjoy this."

"Thank you, Mark. It's so fucking warm." I had used the F-word more in this hour with Mark, than I had for the last five years, but he had a way of removing any inhibitions.

I pushed against him, and the head finally popped in. "Oh yes, there it is, Mrs. Stilson. Do you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

His hands moved to my hips, and I began to rock back and forth, pushing him further in, moaning louder with each push.

He stood still, and I continued to rock. "The cock-slut likes to drive. Halfway there, Mrs. Stilson."

Hearing that, I pushed slowly but hard, wanting to feel him all the way in. My labia rolled inside as I forced myself onto the cock. Finally, I had to pull back out enough to free them before pushing further back in.

"All most there..." I pulled back and continued again. "Almost there!" he teased.

I moaned in a high-pitched squeal, determined to take him all. When his pelvis touched my ass, I gave a little victory cry. "Yes, oh fuck, Mark, fill me with that fucking cock."

His grip on my hips strengthened and he began to slowly pull out to the rim of his head, before pushing firmly back in.

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you should see those pretty pink lips gripping my cock." I groaned in response. "Mrs. Stilson likes a real cock?"

"Yes, please give it to me hard, Mark," I pleaded. I had never felt so filled up in my life. "It's so fucking hard, please pound me with it."

He responded by slamming it into the hilt. "Tell me what you need, Mrs. Stilson." He pulled slowly out to the head, and slammed it back in.

"Ah! I need..."

< slam! >

"Hah! You to fuck...!"

< slam! >

"...Me hard. Please!"

< slam! >

He grunted as he pounded faster, "What are you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Cock! Hah! Slut!"

He was pounding me at full speed, his pelvis slapping against my ass, as my pulsing screams echoed through the kitchen. I dropped my upper body on the table, arms almost limp over my head, and cheek flat against the table. My mouth hung open wide and toes bent forward, as I braced on my tiptoes, legs wide.

"Fuck, I love, that ass, jiggling, Mrs. Stilson."

"Love that, Ah! Fuck-ing cock!"

"Gonna spunk on that hot little ass, Mrs. Stilson."

"Oh yes, fuck meeeee, Mark."

He gripped my ponytail with his right hand and pulled my head up. "What do you need, Mrs. Stilson," he grunted.

The sound of his pelvis slapping my ass as my pussy sloshed from the pounding, seemed impossibly loud as my fourth climax approached.

"A real, Ah! Fuck-ing dick!" I panted.

My head was held back, staring at the ceiling as his hips moved like a jackhammer, pounding his hot pole into me.

"Oh God! Coming-for-your cock!" I screamed, as he had taught me. As the orgasm hit, I wailed. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Coming-for-your cock!"

His hips continued at an impossible speed, as my orgasm lingered. "Coming-for-your cock! Coming-for-your cock! Coming-for-your cock..."

My mindless bliss just kept going. My pussy stretched and clit electrified my entire lower body. I felt the rippling of my ass from the impact with each thrust. I could hardly take anymore, when I heard the urgency in his grunts.

"Fuck, gonna fucking come, Mrs. Ah!"

"Coming-for-your cock! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I continued to scream, until my clit had no more, and the orgasm passed.

He released my hair, grunted uncontrollably and suddenly yanked himself out of me. I gasped, as he pulled out and pressed his cock head against my ass. Then, a rope of hot jizz launched up my back and a second one quickly blasted my left cheek. His third shot oozed into my ass crack, and the fourth on my right cheek. As his orgasm passed, he rubbed his man-clit across my ass, coating me with his second load.

I could hardly believe what had just happened, but was so glad, I got to know what that magnificent cock felt like inside of me.

I was in the push-up position and turned my head back to look at him. "Thank you, Mark."

He stepped back and I stood and turned toward him.

"I so needed that, thank you." I said, with the sudden realization, it was supposed to be me giving him relief.

"The pleasure was all mine..." He hesitated, as I smiled and dropped to my knees.

"You kept your promise, Gentleman Mark... My turn. Please let me suck your beautiful cock, clean."

He smiled, and I took him into my mouth and sucked his head clean of our cum cocktail.

Once again, try as I might, I could not even take half of him, so I relented and cleaned his shaft by licking him like a popsicle. Some of our juices even made it to his balls so I licked them clean, as well. I made a point of looking hungrily at him as I did it.

"Are you sure this ends today, Mrs. Stilson?" he said, smiling down.

I smiled holding his shaft against my cheek. "Positive. I needed to know, and now I do. Better than I ever imagined, Mr. Thomas. Thank you for an amazing memory. I have to admit, you brought out a fantasy I never knew was in me. Cock-slut for a day. It was a wonderful escape and I'll never forget it." I broke my gaze and looked at his cock. "Now, please let me finish cleaning up after myself, like the cock-slut I am today."

I took him back in my mouth and sucked him slowly. He gradually softened and I continued, until he was soft enough for me to fit his whole cock into my mouth. Then I pushed him all in, until my lips touched his balls. Next, I sucked hard, stretching his softened dick as I pulled off for the last time, milking his last drop of cum. When I reached his tip, his cock popped free with a loud lip smack.

I thought about standing up, but suddenly felt completely spent. Instead, I sat back on my heels and exhaled hard. "Wow."

"So, are you satisfied with my work here today, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes, Mr. Thomas. You've gone above and beyond." The air hitting my gaping cunt, reminded me of that.

"And you'd still like me to return tomorrow to finish the job?"

Suddenly, things got real again. I needed to make clear this could never happen again. My mind raced, as he looked down at me with those brown, puppy dog eyes. 'No' was the right answer, but how would I explain to Wayne, the job being partially done in the yard--oh God, Wayne. How would I even talk to him after this? That was another worry; right now, I needed to answer.

"Yes, of course. I promised you the additional money to finish the yard work. But to be clear, we're talking about yard work only."

His smirk returned, "Yard work only. Got it." He winked when he said, 'got it'.

"I'm serious, Mark. This was a one-time thing and will never happen again and a gentleman, will never kiss and tell, understood?" I said, with authority.

"Understood, Mrs. Stilson. We both needed a release, and it will never happen again. Could you please hand me my underwear?"

I looked down and found them, pinched the waistband with my fingertips and handed them to him. As he started to put them on, the absurdity of my position began to sink in. Kiss and tell? We never even kissed. I was kneeling naked on the floor covered with dried cum in my hair, eyelashes, on my face, tits, and stomach. Fresh cum was dripping down my spine with a tickle, as the cum smeared all over my ass was beginning to dry.

I had sucked his cock clean after begging to be fucked, and only met him six hours ago. From this position, after all I had done, I wanted him to take me seriously--that it would never happen again. Even as I fought with myself, I stole one final look at his exceptional cock, before he pushed it into his underwear.

"If you don't mind, I'll need my shorts and the money too, Mrs. Stilson."

I handed him his shorts, and as he put them on, I picked up the scattered bills and assembled them. I handed him the money and he shoved it in his pocket.

"Thanks, again, Mrs. Stilson, see you bright and early tomorrow," he said awkwardly. Then he took his cell phone from the organizer and bounded for the front door.

I sat there, numb from the hard slap of reality. How did I ever get worked into such an out-of-control frenzy. Guilt and shame washed over me as the dried cum continued to shrink, compressing my skin into a crusted film.

I pulled myself up to the standing position and saw the time on the microwave. I had to move. Mom and the kids would be home soon, and I never called the preschools. Then it occurred to me I had two interviews with babysitters in an hour.

I picked up my bathing suit and didn't bother putting it back on. The guest bath shower was closer, and it somehow felt like the better choice to clean myself up. Our master bedroom shower was too intimate. It was the shower we both used every day, and sometimes together.

As I tried to wash the guilt away in the shower, I recalled that Wayne had actually used it the morning he fell in the mud running, so he wouldn't track dirt through the house. Somehow that made me feel worse. Wayne did in fact use this shower. But when he did, it was to keep the house clean for me. I was washing another man's seed off.

I stayed in the shower letting the hot water wash me clean, but after twenty minutes, I still felt filthy. As I dried off, it hit me that Wayne had a break between flights and said he would try to call and talk to us. I went upstairs to the bedroom to get dressed and try to get myself together enough to talk to him. With each passing moment, my dread grew. Each minute seemed like an eternity. Even if he didn't call, Mom would be home soon with the kids...


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