A Cock In The Hand - S01 E29

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

In the meantime, I want you to think about this. I will be thinking about that beautiful ass in the air and my tongue tasting that luscious pink paradise once again. Damn you tasted so good today, Mrs. Stilson. I'll never forget how warm and soft those precious pussy lips felt, wrapped around my tongue, while your tender smooth buns sandwiched my nose. It's torture to think I'll never experience that taste of heaven again.

So, please forgive my taking advantage of the situation, this one time. I just can't bear to miss one last dalliance before this magical day ends."

I couldn't believe how quickly his words had my pussy tingling despite his blackmail. I tried for one last plea, "But--" -- click -- he hung up before I could reply.

I was angry and turned on at the same time. I hated that in the midst of being manipulated and blackmailed, my pussy wet for him--after just a few words. But I recalled the mastery of his tongue, as he brought me to such bliss earlier. I wanted more, as badly as he did, but I had so much more to lose. Even as I told myself I had no choice but to comply, my pussy heated and moistened, in anticipation of surrendering to him, and the carnal lust he stirred inside me. It was terrifying, but my body tingled everywhere, thinking of him taking control. It felt as if my skin were covered in tiny bugs crawling and tickling me everywhere.

The internal battle was lost before it began, it seemed. The thoughts of resisting were quickly quashed by the ever-present tingle of excitement. As if an invisible magnet pulled me onward, melting my resistance away. I recalled the tripod we used for holiday pictures, and retrieved it from the closet. As I set it up and clamped in my phone, the little voice of reason screamed out. You're going to present yourself to this stranger like a porn slut! STOP!!!

But the butterflies of excitement pulled me forward, even as I set my phone in selfie mode and held my ass in the air on all fours, to get the best camera angle--that voice of sanity went unanswered. All of the frustrations and anxiety from the move, were washed away by tingling excitement. The feel of his tongue and that magnificent cock, working their magic replayed in my mind. For this one day, being a mother, a wife, and a career woman, would take a back seat. Today, my libido had full reign. I positioned my toys and the lube next to me on the bed.

Then, I stripped naked, climbed onto the bed with my phone and played the video. My naked ass in the air, I rested on my elbows holding the phone in both hands.

I picked up the video after I came from rubbing him against me. He teased my pussy with his cock head, and I rocked my hips in response.

"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... Your attitude is much improved, but I'll need one more thing, Mrs. Stilson."

I watched him continue to tease me.

"Please, Mark," I pleaded.

"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--"

I watched, as he pushed himself into me and my pussy steamed again, recalling the feeling of that massive heat filling me up.

"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 couldn't believe how he turned me into a potty-mouthed slut, as I watched him push in a little further with each thrust.

"Oh yes, there it is, Mrs. Stilson. Do you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

His hands gripped my hips, and I watched myself rock back and forth on his cock, moaning louder with each push.

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

That's when I pushed slowly but firmly, forcing him all the way in.

Seeing that was all I needed. I stopped the video and FaceTime called him. I sat on the edge of the bed and held the phone out to get my breasts in the frame.

He answered, smiling, "Mrs. Stilson you're early..." his eyes widened, "and naked as directed. Thank you."

"I'm ready Mark. Please... before they get back from the movie."

"And you brought me to your bedroom, Mrs. Stilson. Naughty girl. Let's see the view, shall we?"

I nodded and stepped forward to put the phone in the tripod. It felt like I was outside my body again, as I did what that morning would have been completely unthinkable. I put the phone in place, climbed on the bed, and presented my naked ass for a stranger's pleasure.

"Oh, that's nice, Mrs. Stilson. I am so fucking hard for you."

I smiled like a kid, knowing how excited he was.

"A little to the left..."

I adjusted.

"Up a little..."

I did as commanded.

"I'm afraid we're gonna have to zoom it in some more, Mrs. Stilson."

I groaned in frustration and rolled off the bed to adjust it.

"Okay, hit it once."

I did, and waited for a response.

"Once more, I think."

I hit it again.

"Better, let's try it again."

As I crawled back into position, I sensed he was seeing just how far he could push me, but we both knew he had all the control at that moment.

"Perfect, Mrs. Stilson. Now lube up that right hand and let's get you ready."

Leaning on my left elbow, I squeezed the lube into my right hand and reached between my legs to apply it. My labia were engorged and tender, and as the oily lube coated my clit, the tingling intensified.

"Damn I wish that it was my tongue touching you, Mrs. Stilson," he sighed.

"Oh, yes!" I panted. Recalling my hand on the back of his head as his tongue explored me.

"Is your little clit as hard as it was in my mouth earlier, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh yes, Mark. You make me feel so good."

"I want you to imagine my lips and tongue tasting that tender little pussy and lapping up your creamy sweet cum, Mrs. Stilson," he said softly, panting.

"Um-huh, um-huh," I nodded and squeaked, as my fingers penetrated my pussy, while my thumb worked my clit.

"My cock is so hard for you, Mrs. Stilson," he gasped.

The mental image of his huge, granite cock pushed me over the edge, and my fingers moved frantically as my climax approached in record time.

"I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I screamed out, echoing through the bedroom. "Coming! Ah! For. Ah! Your. Cock!"

The orgasm overtook me, as my head dropped onto my forearm. "Clit's so fucking hard! Coming! For! Your! Cock!"

"So hard for you..." he grunted.

I shuddered from a climax as intense as any I'd ever had, in awe of the effect he had on me. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, as I fought to hold my knees under me. Finally, I couldn't take any more and my fingers slowed, to a gentle, circular rub--as my clit emitted its last few jolts of pleasure, causing convulsive spasms with each shot.

"Are you ready for your new toy, Mrs. Stilson. I've heated it up for you," he said, teasingly.

My panting continued, as I regained my composure. After several seconds, I reached for the dildo and to my amazement, it was warm. I wondered how he did that. I had turned it off and the remote still laid on the bed, yet it was at full warmth.

"How does that feel, Mrs. Stilson?"

"It's almost as hot as yours," I said, in amazement. Then it began to buzz in my hand, and I gasped.

"I've got control, Mrs. Stilson. Touch it to that sweet pussy, please." It stopped buzzing, but I did as commanded, and pressed the side of the shaft against my slit and moaned gently, as I began to slide it up and down against my wetness.

When it began to buzz again, I squealed, "Oh God, that feels... Ah!"

"Do you like that, Mrs. Stilson?" he taunted.

"Oh, yes!" I sighed.

"You like it when I'm in control, don't you... Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes," I replied, pushing it harder against me.

"Do you want my cock inside you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh, yes please," I gasped.

"I like your manners, Mrs. Stilson. Now, tell me what you want, like the little cock-slut you are today."

"Oh, Mark, I want your big, fucking cock inside me, please! I need you to fill my pussy and fuck me so hard. Can I please put your cock inside me," I begged, and began to press the cock head between my pussy lips.

"That's it, Mrs. Stilson, push it into that tight, little slit."

I wiggled and twisted it in.

"Oh yes, it feels, Oh!" I squealed, as the vibrator kicked up a level. "Fuck, that's ah!"

"Better than your little plastic buddy, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes! Ooohhh yes!

"A little deeper..."

"Oh yes," I squealed, as I worked it halfway in, resting my forehead on my left arm, with my right hand stretched back between my legs as far as I could reach to push the rubber cock inside me.

"I love watching those pink pussy lips clinging to it, Mrs. Stilson."

"It's so fucking big, just like your cock."

"Damn, I wish that were me, Mrs. Stilson," he groaned.

"Oh yes, please," I replied, pushing it further.

"I'm gonna need you to take your hand off the dildo, Mrs. Stilson. Show me how it looks inside you."

"Please, I want it all," I protested, even as I complied and brought my right hand down to help balance myself. I pressed my ass out and rocked it side to side, hoping to work it in deeper, but to no avail. When suddenly, it began to extend and contract inside of me.

"Oh my God, that feels, ooooohhhhh!" I sang out.

As it thrust in and out, it began to pull the vibrating cock deeper inside me.

"Yes, please fuck me, Mark!" I pleaded, and he apparently listened.

The dildo kicked into a faster speed and pulled itself a little deeper with each cycle, until I felt the rubber ball sack hit my clit.

"You like it when I'm in control, don't you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh yes please, don't stop, Mark. Fuck me like I need it!"

"So you like my present, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes, so much. Thank you, ah!"

"Are you ready to come again so soon, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh God. Yes!"

It stopped suddenly, and I barked, "No, please."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Stilson, I was just being greedy. I love looking at that ass so much, I just don't want it to end. But that's not very gentlemanly..."

It began again, in low vibration and thrust. I found myself indulging him and wiggled my ass slowly, as I moaned my appreciation.

"I'm sorry it has to end, too. But we both know it has to. Please fuck me one last time, Mark. I wanna come for that big fucking cock one more time."

As I spoke those words, I could hardly grasp why this excited me. Posing my most-intimate areas for a stranger, talking like a slut--was unimaginable. But, the relentless tingling in my loins, from the moment I saw his manhood stuffed into those shorts that morning--had a grip on me. All the pent-up stress and anxiety were flowing into the hot, vibrating tool inside me, and nothing else mattered for just one day.

The vibration jumped back to high, and the cock penetrated faster. "Oh, please fuck me, Mark. Oh God, yes."

"Are you going to think of me every time you use this, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes, oh yes."

Suddenly, it turned to a whole new level, as it began to buck and pulsate inside me. He had turned it up to the horrifying setting I'd seen earlier. I raised my head and braced myself with both hands under me, thrusting my ass skyward, as I wailed with pleasure. A high-pitched howl emanated from deep within me.

"Are you my cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson?"

My howl turned into a "Ye-ehhhh-sss!" I'd never felt anything like it.

"Holy fuck, Mrs. Stilson, your whole ass is vibrating..."

"I, love, your, fuck-ing, cock!" I grunted in broken gasps. "Com-ing, for, your, cock!"

My body spasmed as the relentless dildo, stimulated every part of me. I groaned and croaked, as the orgasm gripped me, never wanting it to end. I could feel my ass vibrating as he described, and the flailing cock head swirled inside, while thrusting in and out. It felt like three cocks, as warm as Mark's was, all twirling inside me.

I could hardly maintain my balance on all fours as my body convulsed with nonstop electrifying pleasure. "Com-ing, for, your, cock!"

After a few moments, it became overwhelming, and the pleasure bordered on the edge of pain. But my clit still sent sporadic jolts of pleasure, pushing me further, until I reached the breaking point, and I collapsed flat on the bed.

"Off. Please, Mark!" I pleaded.

Thankfully, he complied quickly. "Is everything okay, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, with a touch of mockery in his voice.

I lay there panting for a moment. "Oh, yes," I said, with a long exhale.

"I can't see you, Mrs. Stilson. Is it safe to say my present was a hit?"

I rolled over and sat up. I could see him seated in a chair, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Once again, I found it ironic that, as I scooted closer to the camera and sat on the edge of the bed, I felt awkward showing my bare breasts to him as we talked, after exposing my lady parts in all their HD, high-zoom glory only seconds earlier.

Sitting there with a ten-inch dildo pushing firmly inside me was a bit awkward as well, but I had to say, the warmth was somehow soothing.

"Zoom it out please, so I can see you, Mrs. Stilson."

My unease grew, as I did as commanded. I turned the camera as I got the idea of straddling the corner of the bed would push my new buddy just a little deeper, when I sat again.

He smiled and nodded. "Perfect, Mrs. Stilson." I blushed a little, as he continued. "I have to say that was the most stimulating thing I think I've ever seen. I didn't think your friend, here, would survive being trapped in these jeans." He stood up and walked toward the camera and unbuttoned his pants.

The memory of releasing him from his shorts earlier, came rushing back, as he unzipped and pushed his pants and underwear down, releasing his raging hard-on.

"Oh that's so much better," he sighed, as his pink, granite hard-on pointed straight up. As he turned to the side, it almost exactly matched the curve of his belly and stood rigid, about an inch from his stomach. He pushed his pants further down, giving me a glimpse of his firm ass that I had the death grip on earlier.

I sighed, as he turned back to the camera putting his manhood front and center. "That's so unfair," I said, eyes fixed on the screen.

"You make me this way, Mrs. Stilson. I feel like the Viagra warning guy, with the four-hour erection. Maybe, I should seek medical attention."

I told myself the day wasn't over and saw a chance for a little turning of the tables.

"Nurse Stilson has what you need, Mark. If only you were here, I have a warm, wet place for you to put that."

"You little tease. I can be there in fifteen minutes."

"Unfortunately, Mom will be home at any time, but we can try a tele-med treatment session before they get here. It looks like you've got a free hand."

"Well then, tell me more about the in-person treatment plan, you would prescribe, Nurse Stilson."

I was pleased he played along, and for once, didn't refer to me as Mrs. Stilson.

"First, I will need you to disrobe to do a proper examination."

He smiled and looked for me to continue.

"Disrobe please, Mr. Thomas," I commanded.

Much to my delight, he complied. First, he removed this T-shirt, then completely removed his pants. Then, he returned to his seat with his boner nearly reaching his chest.

"Much better, Mr. Thomas, thank you. If you were here, I would need you to lie flat on your back, so we could perform your treatment with you in the most relaxed state possible."

"I see..." he replied, with a smile.

"As we have learned over time, nature's natural medicines are often the best. It turns out, the juices of the female of the species are the best medicine for someone in your condition."

"You don't say. And where might we obtain that sweet elixir, Nurse Stilson?"

"In cases like this, it needs to come directly from the source, Mr. Thomas. And fortunately, after looking at you, I have plenty available to share. I would need to straddle you, sir, to thoroughly apply the swelling cream. The first stage would involve pressing my moistened labia against your inflamed member, and apply the juices up and down the entire length of the enlarged area. We would need to rub in the medication vigorously for several minutes.

I pressed my hands on the corner of the bed between my spread legs and began to roll my hips forward and backward for effect. The effect that it had for me was pleasantly surprising, as it pressed the dildo tighter and wiggled it inside me as I rocked.

"For the tele-med treatment, you would need to stroke the engorged member by hand." He was already holding it and began to stroke slowly at the base.

"And then what, Nurse Stilson?" he asked, looking intently at the camera.

"Then, I would have to lean forward and brace myself with my hands on your pecs so I could properly position myself for your treatment. I would then need to balance on one hand as I guided the subject erection into my treatment chamber.

As big as it is, Mr. Thomas, the insertion process could take several--ha!--minutes." The dildo began to slowly vibrate again. My eyes widened from the sudden return of the tingle from within.

"Sounds like a well thought out treatment plan so far, but I could see how it could be very effective, Nurse Stilson. Please continue."

"I would have to work it slowly into the treatment chamber, so that its entire length was firmly encased. Then I would have to begin the rotational massage therapy." I began to rotate my hips in a circular motion, that enhanced the internal tingle.

"For your tele-med treatment, Mr. Thomas, you're going to need to more vigorously massage the affected area as I continue my de***********ion of the in-person treatment plan."

"Whatever you say, Nurse Stilson," he said, as he began to stroke the full length, slowly.

"After several minutes of the rotational massage, the primary therapeutic treatment will need to be administered. This involves a vigorous thrusting of the treatment chamber up and down on the troubled member." I began to bounce on the bed for effect.

"It's difficult to tell how long this treatment needs to be applied. It varies widely from patient to patient, but it must be continued until such time as the affected testicles empty their contents completely, which opens the vessels allowing the trapped blood to flow from the engorged member. At this point, Mr. Thomas, the tele-med treatment requires rapid and vigorous stimulation of the affected area." I was panting, as I bounced.

"At your command, Nurse Stilson." He stood up and walked toward the camera as the dildo kicked into high, and began to thrust at full speed.

"Oh!" I squealed. With each bounce, the dildo pressed fully in, and the rubber ball sack pressed on my clit. "Oh! Oh! Oh...!" I squealed, and quickly timed my bounces with the thrusts of the cock for maximum penetration.

Only his face filled the screen, as he turned the tables in an instant. "Round three of your tele-treatments has begun, Mrs. Stilson. You have the most chronic case of Cock-Slut Syndrome I've ever seen. Luckily, I've got the right treatment tool for the job."

""Oh! Oh! Oh...!" I continued, as it kicked into horrifying mode again.

"I think we found the right treatment plan, don't you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes...!" I screamed, bouncing like an animal.

"I think you'll need to give yourself daily treatments, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes! Yes! Yes...!"

"You can call me anytime if you want me to drive, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes! Yes! Yes...!"

"What are you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Cock! Slut! Cock! Slut! Oh! Fuck! Me! Mark!"

"You just keep teasing me, don't you, Mrs. Stilson. Do I give you what you need?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes...!"

"And you are coming again, aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes...!"

I bounced and yelled, "Yes! Yes! Yes...! Coming! For! Your! Cock! FUUUUUCK!"

Once again, the dildo took me to the edge and beyond. I was at my limit and rolled back on the bed and yanked it out, panting in a heap, naked and spent as the stranger that brought me unimaginable bliss, watched with his arrogant grin.