A Cock In The Hand - S01 E48

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

When it passed, she said, "Oh damn, I needed that. I can't wait 'til Saturday."

Then what she was chanting sunk in. Could this be a coincidence? Did Mark get to her? Was he already fucking Amy? My heart raced and panic set in as her orgasm continued.

I could picture the smile on her face as she spoke, and put the paranoid thoughts out of my mind.

Then the guilt came back. I'd be servicing Mark and whoever else he brougt all night long Friday. I was terrified I would be too spent to do anything with Amy. I kicked myself for even suggesting coming in early to see him.

"That was fun. It's been too long since we phone fucked," said Amy, still with the sultry voice.

"Way too long," I panted.

I told myself, her words during her climax were a bad coincidence, and I was paranoid after he had taunted me about Amy.

"I think this was the best one yet. I am going to sleep well tonight," sighed Amy.

"Me too," I replied.

"What time is your first flight?" she asked.

"Five-thirty, I'm afraid." I looked at my watch and it was already eleven.

"I better let you go then. Sleep well, I know I will." Her voice continued its arousing tone. "Love you, Senior Captain Stilson."

"Love you." I kissed the air and hung up.

The bad news was, I lied to Amy again and broke my word to Mark already. The good news was I, somehow, managed to fall asleep thanks to the previous long night and three ejaculations. That also seemed to knock back my libido the following day, but by day five, the roller coaster was at full speed.

Lust, shame, guilt, repeat. Lust, shame, guilt, repeat. Lust, shame, guilt, repeat.

The one saving grace was that he had left me alone, and I knew better than to reach out to him. The result would only have been humiliation and frustration as the possible outcome.

When I arrived at the airport Friday evening, I finished the flight logs and reports before heading for my car. I did make one brief stop in the men's room to pre-lube my ass and the dildo I was ordered to bring. I did not want to chance a dry entry with the dildo, or a cock, this evening.

I was surprised when Officer Reeves was nowhere to be found. It had become part of the routine upon my return. He would stop me in the garage with a lame story of complaints of solicitation, then take me into the cruiser for 'questioning.' Once in the car, he would make me suck his cock, before escorting me to Mark to service him.

Sadly, part of me was disappointed, but I knew poker night would satisfy any and all urges for cock. I hoped this might mean there would be something left for Amy tomorrow.

Despite the guilt, the closer I got to Mark's, the more my cock stirred. The relentless tingling that haunted me almost daily since that first chance encounter in the park, took over yet again. The need to feel his granite heat in my mouth, knowing I made him that way, was all that mattered.

My cock was fully hard when I arrived at his house. There was no sign of Officer Reeve's police cruiser. I was reminded of my first encounter with Officer Reeves on the second-most-fateful morning since encountering Mark Thomas. I was manipulated into servicing Officer Reeves for the first time, giving me my second taste of cock.

I adjusted my boner in my pants and went to Mark's front door with small plastic shopping bag with the dildo and remote in it. There was no surprise when he greeted me in his white terry cloth robe; it was tied that evening, with his semi-hard cock pushing the robe out in front.

My mind immediately imagined untying the belt and dropping to my knees. As much as I hated it, I wanted to take it in my hand, stroke it and feel it grow harder...

"Happy to see me?" he said smugly, as my eyes rose from his cock, to see his arrogant smile, before his eyes veered to my bulging pants.

I was, but would not give him the satisfaction. He stepped back, turned and glided his hand to the side, leading me in.

"I hope you're ready for a special 'poker night' my friend. Mancave, your uniform is on the bed, yell when you're ready, CC," he said with authority.

I followed orders and went down the steps, cock tingling in anticipation. I thought the rest of the 'players' might be there, but was thankful, I would retain my anonymity with the mask.

On the bed, were the now familiar thigh-high black stockings and a garter belt. Above it, was a red spandex-like T-shirt, with the outline of a cock and ball sack with a large CC inside it. The topper to the outfit was a spandex mask that looked like something out of a Mexican wrestling TV program.

As I put on the outfit, my cock stiffened, recalling servicing four cocks from behind the mask. It was so arousing knowing they didn't know who I was as I serviced them. Ironically, I had never felt so liberated, behind the mask, even though I had been manipulated and blackmailed into doing it.

I wished for a mirror, so I could see myself in the stockings, boner exposed and pointing skyward. Next, I removed the dildo from the bag, laid it on the bed with the remote, and wasted no time. I shouted that I was ready.

As the door opened at the top of the stairs, I knelt beside the bed, signaling my compliance, needing his cock in my mouth. I wanted to show off my superpower, and, more importantly, taste him, smell him, and feel his hard heat inside me.

As he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, the robe was still tied, binding his hard-on against his belly. I would enjoy unwrapping the prize before servicing it, I wanted it free and exposed to admire his size and stiffness before devouring it along with whomever else's he might bring to be serviced.

"You missed me, I see, Captain Cock-whore." He grinned as he approached. "One of our guests will be down shortly. I can't wait to show off your talents. And it seems, neither can you."

Without responding, I reached for the robe ties as he stepped within reach. I heard someone descending the steps, as I pulled the ties and released his manhood. The elongated smooth cock head fell free and bounced twice before settling at a forty-five-degree angle from his torso.

"You are a hungry, little cock-whore this evening, aren't you, CC?" he asked knowingly.

"Yes, sir, I can't stop thinking about your cock," I said, as I reached for it with both hands.

The memory of that first day in the woods came rushing back. The first time he made me touch it and stroke it. The immediate, rush of tingling hardness that engulfed my cock and balls, as my hands first felt his silky-smooth heat stiffening with each stroke. That first touch triggered something in my brain that has burned inside me ever since.

That same rush washed over me, as I leaned closer and breathed his scent deeply into my nostrils. I groaned as my nose touched his balls and his scent reached every nerve ending in my throbbing cock.

"Your scent makes me so hard, sir," I sighed, as my hands stroked his length, and my nose nestled into his sack.

The footsteps stopped, but I could hear our guest's deep, steady breathing from the landing at the bottom of the steps.

I envisioned another nameless cock for Captain Cock-whore to savor and devour. As my nose settled between his balls and thigh, I took a long deliberate breath, drunk with lust, as his musky man-scent flooded my senses.

"Can I please taste your balls, sir?" I asked, trembling in anticipation.

The rush of knowing there were eyes upon us, lusting at the sight of me servicing his monster cock, was unlike any drug I'd ever tried. My steely hard cock was on display for a total stranger, but the anonymity of the mask suppressed all fear, making it all the more exciting.

"Thank you for asking, CC. Yes, you may," he said, pushing his pelvis toward me.

I curled my tongue under his balls and licked them side to side, The salty taste and musky smell had my cock throbbing, as he moaned his pleasure.

"You love my cock, don't you, CC?" he asked, sighing.

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." I said, before continuing to coat his balls with my saliva, while I stroked his length with my right hand.

I steadied myself with my left hand on his ass.

His back was toward our 'guest', blocking my view, but I knew my hard-on was clearly visible between his legs as I worshiped his cock while they watched. I imagined their heavy breathing was the result of looking forward to getting the same service from me soon.

I wanted them to see me take his entire length and imagine me doing it to them.

"Can I please suck your cock 'til you cum in my mouth?" I begged, before pressing my lips to his cock head.

He pushed on my head and held his cock, slapping it gently against my lips. "Tell our guest what makes your cock so hard, CC."

He was gonna make me tell the unknow stranger how I fantasized about him fucking Amy, and a rush of guilt hit me.

"Please, sir, just let me suck your cock and feel all of you in my throat," I pleaded.

"You need to tell our guest what a cock whore you are, CC," he commanded, slapping my mouth harder with his giant boner.

I was in a cock-hungry frenzy. Confessing my twisted fantasy to a stranger, with the anonymity of the mask actually excited me. I blurted everything out,

"I want you to fuck my wife, Amy, until she comes hard, and you pull out and come in my mouth. I want to ride my dildo and taste your cum mixed with Amy's, while I come for you cock!" I remembered his command that I had to use her name when sharing the fantasy he planted in my head.

I felt a release that I couldn't explain, letting my twisted thoughts out for a complete stranger, and surrendering completely to Mark. He rewarded me by pressing his cock head to my lips. It was so warm and silky smooth, as I sucked his head in and swirled my tong on the sensitive cleft of his cock head. I savored his sweet pre-cum as my tongue explored the rim of his head.

I held him there, stroking his length and hardness with my hands, and savoring his salty sweetness and breathing in his musky scent. My cock was at full hardness, tingling and throbbing with excitement.

I pulled off with a slurping sound and begged pathetically, "Can I please make myself cum with your cock in my mouth," I needed to cum and the thought of doing it with the stranger watching was all the more humiliating and exciting.

Oozing arrogance, he looked down at me, slapping my face with his cock. "You cum when I tell you, or my friends tell you. Ask again and you'll get the spatula, understood?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Can I please make you cum in my mouth."

"Yes, you may," he sighed, as he pushed himself inside me. "I want you to suck it like you would to get me ready for your wife, CC. If you swallow my cum and suck me hard again, you'll take the edge off, so I can fuck your wife long and hard like she needs it."

I whimpered and moaned, as I began to bob on his cock, determined to show our guest, how I could do what no one else could, to take his full ten inches.

"Can you picture her precious pink pussy lips clinging to my cock as I slide it in and out of your wife, CC."

I nodded and bobbed, moaning my agreement.

"Imagine riding your suction-cup dildo, as I bend your wife over your kitchen counter and fuck her harder and harder, 'til she comes over and over, begging to be fucked like she needs it."

"Muh, huh! Muh, huh," I groaned, as I sucked him wildly, getting to three-quarters his length. My eyes were closed as I relaxed my throat to take him all. I could hear the stanger moving around to get a better view of my superpowers at work.

I heard a heavy sigh from our 'guest' and, if my mouth were not stuffed full, my prideful grin would have been obvious.

"Oh fuck, yes, you got it all!" grunted Mark, with two hands on my head working his length into my throat with each thrust.

Saliva escaped all around this cock, running down my chin and neck, as well as his balls, as the gag reflex was edged with each thrust. The 'guest' now had the full view of me taking his entire cock.

"So, Nurse Stilson, do you approve of CC's P.T. treatment for my swelling issues?"

"I approve, one-hundred-percent, Mr. Thomas..."

It was a female voice! Nurse Stilson? It was Amy's voice! As she moved closer, my mind raced. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I didn't want to see, but I had to look! I started to pull off as my eyes opened, but he thrust his cock to the hilt and held me long enough for the gag reflex to kick in. I gurgled and gasped as my eyes shut, to help suppress the urge to gag. I began to bob again, unable to take more than half.