A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08

... 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.

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