A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... almost hypnotic. Once I touched it, I knew I had to have it in my mouth and feel it me.

I tried to clear my mind, but it was so good. We agreed it could never happen again, but for this one moment, I decided to allow myself to think about it one last time. My pussy tingled again with moist heat at the thought.

I would go get my vibrator and let my mind go there one final time. I would come as many times as I had to, to make sure I would be strong tomorrow, when he came back to finish the work in the yard. After that, I would never see him again.

My distended pussy began to take control of my thoughts, and I knew what I needed to do. I would fuck myself and yell into a pillow, what I had screamed in my kitchen as he fucked me. "I'm coming for your cock!" over and over.

I was reminded that 'cock-slut' Amy, loved the taste of his cum and really wanted him to unload in my mouth earlier, but he told me if he did, he wasn't sure he'd recover a third time to fuck me. I had to know what it felt like inside me.

If I had it to do over, I would have sucked his cock sooner, instead of jacking him off first. Damn, he came so much, it felt like my head and face were covered. And if I'd have known he was gonna pull out and come all over my back and ass, I would have turned and taken his jizz in my mouth then, too.

I couldn't believe how obsessed I was. Eight hours ago, I'd never heard of him. I'd never been that crazy about the taste of cum, or even obsessed with sex. ...

... After meeting him, or should I say 'it', I couldn't wait to get my dildo and fuck myself senseless for his cock.

I couldn't wait another minute. I left my phone on vibrate in my purse, so I wouldn't be disturbed and started toward the bedroom. I thought, there should be enough time before Mom got home with the girls. If not, I would finish in bed tonight. My pussy throbbed in anticipation when reality suddenly hit with a ring of the doorbell.

I knew it couldn't be Mark. He wasn't coming back until morning, and knew Mom would be back at any time. I thought maybe it was Mom, but she had the car with the garage door opener, so it couldn't be her. So, I went to the door frustrated that it was probably a salesperson. I would get rid of them and get down to business with my plastic buddy.

When I opened it, my heart fell into my stomach and my face betrayed me. It was Mark! still in the clothes he'd worked in. The tight tank-T and the way-too-tight jean shorts. He was typing on his phone, and I heard a series of beeps before he looked up with a grin.

My face, my body language, my audible sigh--all told him I was flustered by his presence.

"Well, hello Mrs. Stilson, you've missed me, I can see. My eyes darted to his bulge, though I told myself not to stare. The outline of his semi-hard cock was amazingly apparent through the denim fabric. Even the ridge of his cock head was discernible.

I found myself biting my lip, as my eyes locked on his manhood and when I realized I ...