A Cock In The Hand - S01 E40

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

Pudgy pulled out and stood up. "Well gents, I do like our new cock-whore. Definitely worth the money. I gotta get going. I promised the wife I would not be late. We’re headed to Miami in the morning."

Bull pulled out, leaving my asshole gaping and empty. He gave my ass a slap. "Nice, Cock-whore. See you next month."

He turned to get dressed, while Hippie moved behind me. "More for me guys, thanks," he said, as he pushed slowly in to fill the void.

I continued to suck Crewcut dry when much to my surprise, he pulled out and leaned down and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Captain."

Then he assumed the position in front of me, and I raised up with our roles now reversed. He was on all fours, as I straddled his feet and positioned my cock for entry, while trying to bring Hippie with me. Unfortunately, he slipped out, but once I got in place, he quickly re-entered me at the same time I pushed slowly into Crewcut’s stretched asshole.

I groaned loudly, as I pushed into my first asshole. Sadly, there was no doubt who would be coming first this time. Although, Crewcut was still hard and began to stroke himself immediately upon my entry; I knew I would never last, the second I pushed myself all the way inside him. My entire lower body tingled with pleasure, as my cock was buried deep inside a stranger’s ass and I could feel a second stranger’s cock rubbing against my taint from inside me.

I groaned and moaned, already on the verge.

"Do you like this cock inside you, Cock-whore?" asked Hippie, arrogantly.

I could only moan in a broken series of wailing grunts, "Uh! Ah! Uuuuhh! Ahhhh!"

My orgasm was building quickly, as Hippie began to pound me hard, my hips rocking faster and faster. Crewcut was pounding his cock furiously, sensing I was on the edge.

The incredible sensation was too much, and my balls unleashed, pumping blast after blast of cum into Crewcut's ass.

I grunted, not slowing my pace, "Ah! Coming! For! Your! Cock!"

My jizz oozed from his ass, as I continued to pound him. Crewcut jacked himself off wildly, as I felt Hippie release inside me. His body convulsed in time with his throbbing cock.

I fucked Crewcut as hard and fast as I could, hoping he could come before I went limp. Hippie flopped out, unable to keep pace, as I focused solely on Crewcut. Finally, he let me know he was there. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

I could hear his cock sloshing with cum, as he furiously jacked himself off with my dick in his ass. When he finished, I slipped out exhausted and dropped to my hands and knees next to him. He offered his cock, and I sucked him clean, before Hippie pulled me off and replaced him in my mouth.

After a moment or two, Hippie pulled me off and pushed my head toward the floor. He stood there making sure I got every drop of cum off the floor.

"That's a good little bitch, Cock-whore, get it all."

As I finished, they got dressed and rang the bell, letting Mark and I know they were done.

"Excellent, CC, I see you're cleaning up your mess. Gentlemen, can I assume you two are also satisfied with CC's work this evening?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you. Well trained," answered Crewcut.

"Absolutely," added Hippie. "Again next month, I hope."

"I think that can be arranged. What do you think, Captain?" asked Mark, smugly.

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied, as I licked up the last of Crewcut’s spunk.

As they left, I tried to understand Crewcut. He clearly was not like the rest. To all of them, I was just a cum bucket to use for personal gratification. He reciprocated. Which meant he was clearly gay, or at least, bi. I replayed the feel of fucking his ass over in my mind. It was amazing. I'd fantasized of fucking women in the ass many times. I even tried to convince Amy with no success.

It was every bit as good as I'd imagined, and the thought had my cock stirring again.

"Damn, CC. You are a horny fuck, aren't you? Unfortunately, I don't do sloppy seconds. Come on upstairs." He picked up the spatula and led the way.

I followed Mark and when he got to the kitchen, he stopped. "Tell you what, go get the dildo from the goody bag and you can ride it ’til you come again. Then maybe you can get home to Amy without having to explain a boner after losing four-hundred bucks at poker night."

I couldn't believe he was going to make me do it again, after servicing four strangers and him already. I also couldn't believe— that I was getting hard again after all of that. The image of Crewcut offering his ass had me getting harder by the minute. And in my newly demented mind, I wanted to ride my dildo while thinking of Crewcut's ass.

Much to my surprise, when I returned, Officer Reeves was talking to Mark, and his devious smile returned in full force, seeing me aroused and in uniform.

"Mr. Stilson, this really doesn't help your stalker argument, sir. I saw your vehicle parked out front and came to investigate. Mr. Thomas says he does not want to press charges again. But, sometimes in stalker cases, law enforcement has the latitude to override the victim’s decision, for their own good." He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. I noticed he did not have his gun belt on this evening.

"These matters affect families, as well. Mark tells me your wife is a sweet lady. I bet she has no idea about your alter ego, Steven. And now this..." He waved a hand at me like Vanna White, pointing out the puzzle on Wheel of Fortune.

I just stood speechless. Then the awkwardness of the suction-cup dildo in my hand hit home. I sat it on the kitchen counter as discreetly as possible, considering two fully clothed people were staring at me in my costume.

"He refers to himself as Captain Cock-whore and this is his uniform," said Mark. "Able to deepthroat any cock balls deep, is his superpower."

"This is really bad, Steven. I'm not sure I can overlook this..."

I knew what he wanted, and my still-hard cock made it clear I wanted the same thing. Another cock in my mouth. "Please Officer Reeves, I'll do anything. Please don't tell my wife."

He grinned, "I'll tell you what, Steven, Captain Cock-whore, Wayne or whatever you want to go by. I like to think I'm a fair person. I will let you make your oral argument as to why I should walk away, again. But it better be good..."

He stood with his ass to the counter, hands on his hips, and cock bulge clearly visible.

"Thank you, sir," I said, as I stepped forward and dropped to my knees, yet again.

He smiled down knowingly, and I reached up and unbuckled his belt.

"Uh-huh,” he said softly.

I proceeded to unzip his pants and pull them open and down, enough to free his balls, as well. He loved having them licked first. He wore white boxers that I peeled down, exposing his semi-hard cock. I had almost forgotten how the head was a dark-pink color, while his shaft was black. It made his plump round head look even bigger.

I gripped his warmth with my right hand, as I pulled his boxers clear of his balls. Then stroked him with both hands, slowly and deliberately. He moaned as he stiffened in my hands. It brought back memories of that fateful day when I was ‘forced’ to take Mark’s cock in the hand for the first time. I moved in close enough for my breath to wash over him, as I breathed in his scent.

Even then, it was still a surprise how the musky scent of cock, sent tingles through my body. Prior to meeting Mark-fucking-Thompson, I would never have believed this would ever be the case.

Next, I moved my left hand to his thigh for support, as I leaned down and began to lick his balls, while stroking his shaft with my right hand. The salty flavor electrified my taste buds, as my tongue caressed his wrinkled sack. I stroked his length, and he became fully hard for me.

My boner poked my belly as I leaned down to service his balls, licking and kissing every bit of him. When my tongue slipped through the crease between his thighs and ball sack, the salty taste intensified. The need to have him in my mouth took control. I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, cupping his balls in my hands.

Next, I swirled my tongue around his cock head tracing the rim, before taking his head in my mouth. I sucked the head, swirling my tongue and tasting his pre-cum. His hand rested on my head as he spoke.

"Fuck, you make a strong argument, Steven," groaned Officer Reeves.

I pushed him deeper with each thrust and after a few tries, my lips touched his bush and his balls bounced on my chin.

"Captain Cock-whore strikes again," said Mark. "It's unbelievable. How the fuck do you do that?"

I moaned and bobbed faster, encouraged by his comments. My cock throbbed as I took all of him.

"Fuck, here, ah! It comes!" grunted Officer Reeves.

I nodded, as I took the first blast of cum. Followed by a rapid series of jets of cream into my mouth. He groaned and jerked with each shot, and I swallowed most of it, but knew I'd be licking the floor yet again for whatever escaped.

Mark stood quietly as Officer Reeves let me suck him dry, slowly, then sucking hard as I pulled out to his cock head. I repeated the process several times, before he removed himself.

"I assume you won't be pursuing charges, Officer?" asked Mark, sarcastically.

"I suppose, I can honor your wishes again. You should thank him Steven, or Cock-whore, or Wayne. Whoever the fuck you are today," he said, as he tucked his cock back in his pants.

"Spilled a little, CC,” said Mark.

I dropped my head and searched out the escaped jizz and licked it up as ordered.

"You'll probably want to hang around a few. You'll want to see how he handles his boner problem," Mark smirked.

"Really, if you say so…"

Mark picked up the dildo and suctioned it to the floor. Then, he pulled out his phone and waited for me to finish.

"There ya go, CC. Ready for some relief, my friend?" asked Mark, sarcastically.

Every time he referred to me as his 'friend', my inner voice screamed, "You are not my friend!"

"You may want to record it. It's really quite the sight." Mark's eyes rolled as he spoke.

Then, much to my disappointment, Officer Reeves pulled out his phone. My shame was apparent with the exception of my cock, which was fully stiff and ready for the feel of the vibrating cock in my ass as it released its seed.

In my mind, I thought, what's one more video that could destroy my marriage and career. I honestly lost count of how many there could be.

I positioned myself over the rubber cock, as I felt and heard it hum to life. I straddled it, then lowered my ass to my heels, sitting on my legs as the rubber dick pushed inside me. When my asshole first touched the vibrator, I gasped at the stimulating tickle that rushed through my groin.

I whimpered, as I touched it firmly, and began to wriggle onto it. I hoped that he would let me do this to completion, without taunting me and turning it off. But I knew he would have to show off for Officer Reeves along the way.

"You like that speed, CC?" asked Mark.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" I said, emphatically.

"You should thank him for not turning in your stalker ass, Mr. Stilson," added Officer Reeves.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for not turning me in, sir. You, too, Officer Reeves, th-thank you. Ah!" I lowered myself slowly onto the cock and relished the tickling vibration through my ass and balls. I pushed it in an inch, then back up, then another inch deeper each time.

I gripped my cock and begged pitifully. "Can I please make myself come for your cock now?"

"Shit, Steven, you got it bad man," said Officer Reeves.

"You've done well today, CC. Since you asked nicely. You may do your thing."

I pushed the cock all the way in and rolled my hips letting the vibrator do its magic, deep inside me. I felt it from my balls to my nipples, as I stroked myself slowly at first.

To regain some feeling of control, I included Officer Reeves, as I gave myself some relief. I knew it might anger Mark but did it anyway.

"Your cocks make me so hard. Please let me come for your cocks." I could feel an orgasm brewing quickly. As pathetic as I looked, and knowing Officer Reeves was recording, it didn't seem to matter. The image of every cock I'd serviced, danced in my head, as their taste lingered in my mouth.

"So fucking hard for your cocks." I began to bounce and jack off faster when Mark fucked with me again and shut off the dildo. "Please, sir. Turn it back on, please. I need to come," I gasped shakily.

"What do you think Officer? Should I?" asked Mark, teasingly.

"He's pretty fuckin' sad. He did say please."

"Okay then." He flipped it back on high and pulse.

I began to bounce and jack off feverishly, needing to come before he changed his mind. "Thank you, sa! Sir. Can I please come now?"

"Yes," replied Mark.

"I'm gonna love playin' this back, Wayne Stilson," Officer Reeves taunted.

The implication of using my real name did not sink in, I was so completely cock-drunk from my poker-night experience, I needed to empty my balls and clear my fucking head.

The tingling in my ass and balls seemed to encompass my entire lower body, as the vibrator stimulated my prostate.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm coming for your cocks! Com-ing for y-your cocks!"

I grunted loudly, as my cock pumped out every drop of cum I had left. Finally, I fell forward onto my right hand, as I fucked the rubber cock with my asshole. My hand was a blur as my body spasmed with each pulse of jizz exiting my balls.

I whimpered in a loud, high-pitch, squeaky voice. "Coming! For! Your! Cocks!"

As my orgasm passed, the humiliation began to sink in, while I licked the come off my hand, so Mark could see.

"Fuck Wayne, I ain't never seen anything like that." Officer Reeves shook his head and stopped recording.

"Clean it up, CC. You know the drill. Shower’s at the end of the hall. You had better clean up before going home. You really wasted no time. I thought those guys would last a little longer with you. But you took 'em out quick, my friend. Amy's gonna be impressed how early you burned through four-hundred bucks. Better luck next month, huh?"

I didn't reply but began to lick my cum off the floor obediently.

"Please try and contain yourself in the future, Mr. Stilson. I'm afraid county lock-up is in your future if you can't exercise a little self-control. Thank you, Mr. Thomas. You have a good evening. You should thank Mr. Thomas for being so generous."

I picked up my head and looked toward Mark. "Thank you, sir."

"You’re, welcome, Captain. Clean it all up and then yourself. You can show yourself out when you’re done. And no jacking off in the shower, please."

Officer Reeves stepped out the door. "Evenin' Mr. Thomas."

"Night, officer," replied Mark.

When he stepped out, Mark looked down at me. "I may text you tomorrow for a shot at that ass, after you tighten back up, my friend. Be ready."

I clenched my teeth in disbelief. He was making it impossible to explain to Amy, having to leave the house without making her suspicious.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

As I was left alone to regroup and clean up. I thought about what I might do with the free rein in his house. I struggled to come up with anything I thought might work to extricate myself from his grasp.

While I showered, I thought maybe there was something in his house I could find to use for leverage. He had to have a history of blackmail and extortion. There is no way I was his first victim. If I could get proof...

I quickly came to the realization that every time I tried to free myself, it backfired, and I dug the hole deeper. If he caught me snooping and he surely would, it would only be worse and likely cause him to tell Amy.

As I dressed to go home, I resigned myself to the fact, there was likely no way out until he got bored. That was it, complete compliance was my best strategy. Make it too easy and he'll get bored and move on.

To be continued.