A Cock In The Hand - S01 E27

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

His words sent a tingling rush through me, and I fought releasing a sigh of my own. I was wearing black sweats and a white-and-orange Orioles jersey. My breathing was broken and my mouth dry, as the lump in my throat intensified.

When I reached the refrigerator, I pulled out the lemonade, and turned--he stood dangerously close, holding an elongated box wrapped in red and white striped wrapping paper. He immediately set it on the counter and gazed at me. His eyes let me know his thoughts and I gasped, as my hand holding the pitcher began to tremble.

"Let me help you with that, Mrs. Stilson." He took it and sat it on the counter. "I'm glad you deem me worthy of your lemonade now, Mrs. Stilson."

As he called me 'Mrs. Stilson' for the hundredth time that day, I recalled our earlier encounter, when I was still harmlessly flirting with him. I told him lemonade was reserved for friends, who called me Amy. When he persisted with Mrs. Stilson, I gave him water.

My eyes darted from his eyes to his cock, as I felt my will slipping away. Mom had not texted as she normally would, before heading home with the kids. She liked to give me warning to prepare for the chaos of their return. That realization unleashed a flurry of wicked thoughts and in a last hope that maybe he could reign us in, I spoke out.

"Mom and the kids could be home any time. I think you should--"

"We should hurry, Mrs. Stilson," he interrupted. "I parked down the block so no one would see my car was back."

I took a step back, and--unable to look him in the eye--my eyes betrayed me again and locked on his stiffening dick. The arrogance of parking down the block, assuming I would be weak, did not escape me.

"Please," I whimpered, and couldn't think what to say next.

"You thanked me for letting you experience your nasty little fantasy--'cock-slut for a day'. The day's not over, Mrs. Stilson. Go ahead, touch it one more time, Mrs. Stilson."

I couldn't break my gaze and there was that button on his shorts, exposed and begging for me to undo it, so I could release it again. My breathing seemed so loud in the otherwise silent kitchen. My body swayed, as I looked for the will to resist.

But at that moment, I only saw the bulge in those shorts. There were no thoughts that Wayne might call, or Mom and the kids would return. Only the thought of hot hardness in my hand again.

"There's my hungry little cock-slut," his voice said softly, as I mindlessly dropped to my knees and began to rub the length of his stiffening rod through the fabric. "Tell me what you want, Mrs. Stilson."

I rubbed him slowly, pressing my palm firmly against him. "I want this big, fucking-sweaty cock in mouth again." I reached for the button. Frantically, undid it and pulled the zipper down. "I want to feel those balls empty in my mouth," I said, as I yanked his shorts and underwear to his knees. His boner bounced, pointing at me, and I looked up at him. "After you come, I want to suck you hard, then beg you to fuck me on my kitchen counter!"

His hard-on glistened with pre-cum, and I plunged it into my mouth swirling my tongue on his sensitive spot. I loved hearing a man moan when my tongue hits his man-clit.

"Oh fuck, Mrs. Stilson, I love how you think." His head rolled back, and he grunted as I mouth-fucked him furiously.

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you're a fucking animal," he groaned.

I whined and whimpered, as my head bobbed wildly. Hearing his words, I nodded and sucked him faster.

"God damn! you're gonna make me cum, you little slut."

I nodded and whimpered.

"If you do this, I'll be so fucking numb, I'll fuck that little cunt for an hour before I come again!"

I sucked as hard and as fast as I could, as the thought of being filled by his monster cock and pounded endlessly, possessed me.

His groans intensified and he breathed in quick puffs.

No matter how I tried, I could not take more than half his length, and I nearly gagged trying to go further. Saliva drenched my hand as I gripped his rod and deepthroated him. He was right. I was a lust-filled animal determined, to make him cum.

He gasped, "Fuck! Gonna... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

His cock pulsed, as his hot, tangy, sweet cum flooded my mouth. I nodded and hummed, "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh."

"Fuck, Mrs. Stilson," he groaned intensely, as his body quaked.

I wanted every drop, but his cock was so big, and my head bobbed so fast, there was no chance. His cream mixed with my saliva leaked down his shaft and coated my hand. I squeezed his shaft and sucked him slowly, steady and hard--determined to keep him stiff for my screaming pussy.

"Oh, my God, that's so good, Mrs. Stilson."

I should have been bothered by his repeated use of Mrs. Stilson, knowing it was his way of reminding me I was married and was doing this anyway. But for one day, I didn't care. I only cared about getting as much of his cock as I possibly could.

Amy 'cock-slut for a day' only found being called 'Mrs. Stilson' more arousing. Being a naughty cock-slut made it all the more intense.

I continued to suck, until I felt he was going to stay hard. Then, I licked him clean with a series of long slow licks, from balls to tip, stroking him as I tongued him.

After a moment, he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and asked me commandingly, "What do you want, Mrs. Stilson?"

I squeezed him firmly with both hands as I double-fisted his monster cock. "I want this cock inside me one last time. I want you to put my ass on the counter and fuck me, Mark. Fuck me so hard, that my tits are sore from bouncing so fast."

The image of one of my few orgasms in college came to mind, when my boyfriend fucked me so hard and fast, my tits were a blur. Unfortunately, just as I felt an orgasm building, he came inside me and started going soft before he got me over the top, but with perseverance he got me off before going completely limp. With Mark I would be taken, not only over the top, but cum like a screaming slut!

"Oh God, I love this fucking cock!" I said, before plunging him back in my mouth. He was fully hard again and after several bobs, I pulled off and looked at him.

"Please fuck me one last time, Mark," I begged.

He smiled and started to pull me up when the garage door began to rumble.

"Fuck, Mom's back!" I jumped up in a panic. Cum and saliva coated my chin and hands as Mark's glistening boner pointed skyward, with his pants at his knees.

"You've gotta go!" I barked, reaching for a paper towel.

Mark scrambled to pull up the too-tight shorts, and force his boner into his pants.

As I wet the towel, he bounced up and down to yank the shorts up. While I washed my face, I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and he worked his zipper up.

"Please go out the front, quick," I said, washing my face and neck.

"But Mrs. Stilson, you wanted more."

"Please, Mark! No time for teasing. Please go now!" I begged, desperately.

"One promise, Mrs. Stilson," he said, standing in the bathroom doorway.

The garage door started rumbling again, this time closing.

"What? This was a one-day thing, Mark." My tone let him know I was serious.

"That's fine, Mrs. Stilson. You just need to FaceTime me tonight, after everyone goes to bed, and open my present on the phone with me."

"Fine!" I growled, looking angrily at him. "Now please, out the front, now!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Stilson, talk to you soon." He smiled and I jerked my head toward the front door, as I dried off.

I could hear Mom's voice talking to the kids, as I ran toward the present on the kitchen counter. Mark reached the front door as I grabbed the package, and quickly shoved it into the cabinet under the sink. I stood up and acted like I was straightening up the kitchen, as they came through the door.

"Mommy!" they said in unison, and ran over to give me hugs. As they hugged my legs, I felt my heart rate begin to calm down. At least until the guilt rushed in.

"Gramma said we could swim before supper, if we hurry," said Caleb.

"Sounds good sweetie, go get your suits on," I said, as they ran to get changed.

Mom hung back. "Damn, Sweetie; I was hoping Mark would still be here. But he's coming back tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Mom." I rolled my eyes trying to play it cool. But my heart raced, and I was paranoid she'd smell his cum on me, or the scent of my own sex in the air. "You're like a schoolgirl."

"A girl can dream. No harm in looking..."

A wave of guilt washed over me, so I changed the subject.

"How was the movie?"

"It was cute. They loved it. They shared a small popcorn and had one candy each."

"I'll go get my suit on and swim with them. You look comfy, and if you want some more quiet time, I got this."

"Thanks, I talked to the babysitter, Betsy. She seemed good. I might check out her references before Wayne calls. She was ready to start tomorrow, but I told her you had it covered for the week."

"You got it. I'm so glad you invited me. It's been great spending time with the kids," she said, turning to go.

"I haven't even thought about dinner. We might be going to CiCi's."

"Sweetie, you still seem stressed. Do you want me to take them and give you some more quiet time?"

"I can't ask you to do that, Mom..."

"It's settled, I'll take them. I love spending time with them, and you are clearly stressed. You can put on a Lifetime movie and munch on popcorn. You need to relax, Sweetie. That's why I'm here!"

My mind raced. I did need time to think, and the first matter at hand was getting the present out of the kitchen cabinet before Mom found it. Wayne could still call at any time, and I had to figure out how to deal with Mark.

"Thanks, Mom, I'm not sure what I would do without you."

She came in for a hug, and I prayed she didn't smell his cum on me. I may have been paranoid, but I thought I saw her sniffing subtly, when we broke the hug.