A Cock In The Hand - S01 E41

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

Amy Meets Officer Reeves

Special thanks to Kenji Sato for helping edit.

Wednesday morning was another typical day. My boss came in for a meeting to nitpick and micromanage every decision of a job, I do far better than he ever did. We met at my main store and the numbers were better than they had been in the eighteen months that he managed it. Not sure if that is what set him off, but things took a big step back with us.

I transferred from Baltimore to Dallas when my husband got promoted to Senior Captain with American Airlines. It was a lateral move for me, but it was best for the family, so we moved. It had been two months, and my new boss previously managed the region I manage now. He was of the mindset that his way of doing everything was the right way. I had gradually been making headway toward getting him out of that mentality.

I thought the review this morning would open the reins even more, but better numbers seemed to push him back into the, his-way-is-the-only-way mentality. We finished the meeting, and I was trying to get him out of the store and back on the road. I would breathe and think of how to deal with it later. I told myself, 'We made progress before, be patient and we'll get it back.'

A text dinged in as I was walking him to the door, trying to keep a happy face. It was a picture of Mark's hard-on. I put my phone in my suit jacket pocket and continued.

"Thanks for stopping by, Phil, I appreciate the feedback. See you next Wednesday?" I asked, as the pic seemed to be floating in the air, front and center of my mental vision. As I finished the question, I knew it was a mistake.

"No, I'll be back to check on things Friday. We'll keep it three days a week. Thanks for the work. The numbers are up, but given the state of the economy, I think you can do better. We'll keep working it."

When he left, I pulled up the pic and the events of the last two days came crashing back into my mind. I looked at the caption that read, "Swelling's back, Nurse Stilson. Going to need more P.T."

Mark was a guy my husband tried to help out by getting him to do some heavy yard work for us at the new house. He happened to be hung like a horse, good looking and liked to flirt. After months of stress and frustration due to the move, he showed up Monday, unexpectedly, at the house when Wayne was away.

After Mom took the kids for the afternoon, the flirting escalated quickly, and a moment of weakness got the better of me, andGuil I let him bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me like I needed it.

Guilt immediately took hold, and I told him, it was a mistake and a one-time event that could never happen again. Wayne did not deserve that. We mutually agreed on the move, and I let my frustration about the upheaval of our lives turn into resentment towards Wayne. Because of that frustration, I gave in to temptation, with the person my husband was genuinely trying to help.

The situation got much worse when Mark brought me a gift later that evening, to remind me of our one day together. It turned out to be a dildo of like size to his nine-plus-inch cock.

When I told him I couldn't accept it, he revealed that he had made a video of my 'moment of weakness', and it made clear I was a very willing participant. In the video, I was yelling out that I needed to be fucked hard, and at his encouragement, professed to being his 'cock-slut'.

He used that leverage and the logic that it was still our one day of weakness, to make me finish the day demonstrating his gift over FaceTime. In exchange for the show, he promised he would bring his phone and computer to the house the next day and let me delete all of it while he finished the work we paid him for. I convinced myself, I had no choice.

But that night, as he controlled the device remotely and told me how sexy I was, I found myself caught up in the danger and attention from this good-looking stranger. I came three times with that dildo, professing to be his 'cock-slut'.

Tuesday, he kept his promise. I went through his computer, cell phone history, Google and e-mail accounts, and deleted everything after keeping a copy for myself. Another moment of weakness.

It should have been a clean break. We had had a memorable day to remember and could go our separate ways. But for reasons I still don't fully understand; Well well, maybe I do-- it was the best sex I had ever had. But I digress. The reality of living with the memory of an unforgettable day, but never experiencing it again proved too much.

I flirted and teased, wanting him to miss me more than he appeared to. I needed to know that he would suffer, knowing he could never have me again. I played with fire, and the flame was too enticing. Like the moth, I flew into the flame oblivious to the consequences.

To be honest, it was no longer a moment of weakness. It was a willing surrender. After round two on Tuesday, I left him that day with the understanding, I looked forward to more.

Should I have been shocked Wednesday, to receive a dick pic? The answer was no. Nonetheless, it was the wake-up call I needed.

I told my store manager I was taking lunch and visiting the other stores. Once I got into the car, I called Mark at eleven-fifteen.

"Well, hello, Nurse Stilson. I really hope you make house calls. You can tell by the pic; the condition is quite substantial."

"Listen, Mark. This is my work phone; the company can access everything. You could get me fired!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. You're right, I didn't think that. That is easily resolved. Hold on one second."

"Mark, wait, we need to talk...Mark?" He put me on hold or something.

"There, I deleted the text chain from my phone. You do the same and go get a prepaid, then we'll have a direct line that no one else has access to. Problem solved. Now when can we schedule-"

"Wait, Mark. This is too much. I can't do this, please," I said, cutting him off.

There was silence.

"Are you there?" I asked, distressed.

"I'm listening, Mrs. Stilson."

"Mark, please, I'm sorry, it's all too crazy, I can't do this to Wayne. I have a family." I stopped at a loss on how to continue. We had fucked like animals for two days. There's no heartbreak or great love lost. I didn't feel the need to let him down easily. "Okay? It was fun, and we have some interesting memories. Now we can just go on with our lives. I'll block your number and you can block mine. No moments of weakness for either of us."

"To clarify, Mrs. Stilson. I'm not asking you to marry me. I don't want to break up your family. We meet each other's needs, and no one needs to know. You are so very predictable, Mrs. Stilson. You get your libido fucked down and it's a one-time cock-slut-for-a-day. Then you get horny, and it's fuck me again, Mark, cock slut cock-slut for two days?

"As that need builds back up, you'll come back begging for more. I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do. You know I can give you what you need, so I'm going to make this clear and simple. Either you're in or you're out.

"You've got two hours to decide. Send me a pic of you in your slut-nurse gear from a safe cell phone, or you get your wish, and we are done. If I don't hear from you, thanks, Nurse Stilson, it was fun."

He hung up. I drove on, not sure where to go. This was my chance for a clean slate. Could I trust him, though, I wondered.

I decided to go to the Pita Pit for lunch. It was close and could give me a chance to think. As I pulled up, I told myself, 'I really didn't remember the lingerie shop was two doors down.' I ordered and took a seat by the window as I waited.

I pulled up the text chain. It was his resume he forwarded before our flirt session. Then the videos I forwarded to myself before deleting them from his phone, and the pic he just sent. I looked at his boner and recalled when I first felt it in my hand, warm and heavy. 'Delete it and think of something else,' said my inner voice.

My thumb reached for the delete button, as I recalled... how little of it, I could fit in my mouth, and how full my pussy was when I took all of him.

In my mind, I developed a plan. 'You have his present, pics, and videos. Use them to knock down the urge. The session with the dildo was amazing. Get the urge, use the toy and urge squelched. But this is the company phone, you've got to get rid of them.' I saw a dollar store down the block. He had the right idea. 'Transfer them to a prepaid phone and no one else will have access.'