A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09

... temporary arrangement to help each other out. This was harmless role playing gone a little over the line, but surely you can see your way clear of..."

"I understand what you're saying, but I watched the videos and Mrs. Stilson got so excited she begged me to fuck her in the back of my car. I told her I would not do something like that to you, if you have some kind of relationship..."

"Mrs. Stilson, you cock-hungry little slut," said Mark, looking at me. "Did you beg him to fuck you?"

I wanted to protest but knew pissing off the cop was not going to be productive, so I gave the only viable answer, as I looked at the floor. "Yes, sir." Technically, I did after being coerced.

"You really do have a terrible case of CCSS. Can you think of anything else?" taunted Mark.

"Not really, Mr. Thomas. I can't stop thinking about your cock," I said, trying to recover a little.

"Or Officer Reeves'," he replied.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying not to argue with either of them.

"Can't say you're not honest," replied Mark. He stepped forward and slid a hand between my thighs and touched my wet, swollen pussy lips.

"You are soaked, Mrs. Stilson. You liked showing Officer Reeves what a cock-slut you are, didn't you?

"Yes, Mr. Thomas. You made me this way, when you let me touch that big, fucking dick." I said as his fingers slid inside me.

"Why are you here, Mrs. Stilson?"

"I'm here to service your cock, Mr. Thomas and perform PT on the engorged member."

"And ...

... what do you need to do to get that?"

"I need to beg you to please let me service your cock." I gripped it through the robe.

"You haven't earned that yet, Mrs. Stilson. How does a cock-slut beg?" He pulled out and pushed my hand away.

I dropped to my knees. "Please let me suck your cock, Mr. Thomas. I want you to come in my mouth."

Looking at his cock, I pulled the sash on his robe, and his boner thumped me in the face as it burst through the opening. I opened my mouth and reached for it, but he pushed me away again.

"Oh, no, you fickle, little bitch; you're gonna have to earn it. Turn around and put your slutty little hands on the counter."

As I did, Officer Reeves stared, a little confused. I looked at him as Mark flopped my skirt up, then reached between my legs and touched me from behind, rubbing up and down my oozing slit.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, staring at Officer Reeves.

"Look at you, Mrs. Stilson. You like him watching you beg for dick, don't you?" said Mark, sounding shocked.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas!" I yelled. partly out of frustration, but more so, telling the truth.

"You want him to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas."

He reached out, opened a drawer, and pulled out a large stainless-steel spatula with a long, wooden handle.

Next, he pushed two fingers into my pussy again, and when I moaned, he whacked me on the ass, hard enough to sting but kept fingering me.

"Yesterday you went from 'Oh, I'm sorry Mark, can't do this anymore, ...