A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08

... 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 ...