A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09

... sensitive from the day before. I pushed the panties aside and snapped the photo of my fingers spreading my lips. I was soaking wet already. My fingers lingered and I began to rub myself slowly. Then I heard some laughing outside and came to my senses.

I left the store, outfit in the bag, back in my skirt and sport coat, a professional woman out for a business lunch. I got into the car and looked at the pics again. Twelve-forty-nine. 'Eleven minutes and he's just a happy memory. Dare I text this to Wayne?'

My mind went numb. I thought it might be too much for Wayne. He might think something was up. I pulled up the cock pic. "It felt so good inside me," I whispered to myself. "You have his number memorized." I brought up the standing pic of me in the uniform. "Be strong, April," I pleaded with myself. But the throbbing wet heat between my legs took me as it had done for the past two days. I entered Mark's number and hit send!

A text reply came back almost immediately.

Mark: There's my cock slut Nurse Stilson. I need a house call.

I didn't reply.

Another cock pic came through. This one a closeup of his head oozing pre-cum. I didn't really like the taste of cum, but I had devoured all of his, happily, and wanted it again. Under the pic it said hurry.

I could not get away without serious trouble at work so texted a response.

Me: I can't today, sorry, I want to - believe me.

Mark: I don't believe you.

I pulled up the pic with my pussy spread.

Me: ...

... Please believe me I want it bad.

Mark: Very convincing. Tonight?

Me: Tomorrow

Mark: When?

Me: 7:00AM?

Mark: OK, you know my address.

Me: See you then.

Mark: You've been too fickle. You know what you have to do when you get here.

He had told me I had to come in uniform and beg to suck his cock. But I feared from his message, he was going to demand more. Since I could not think what else he may have had in mind, I confirmed the thing I knew.

Me: Beg for your Man-Cock.

Mark: Good answer Mrs. Stilson. Knock three times.

I was panting and soaking wet. It was pathetic how weak I was. I was doing and saying things to him I was afraid to say to my own husband.

For the rest of the day, it was the mind roller coaster, visions of giant cock, guilt, and shame, wet and horny, anger toward Mark, wet and horny, anger toward Wayne, guilt, and shame. Anger at myself, thoughts of playing with my toys wearing the new outfit.

It was exhausting. I finally found some peace at dinner with Mom and the kids. She had taken them on a hike in the state park behind the house. They were out nearly the whole day. Gramma spoiled them with ice cream and pretzels. But they ate surprisingly well at dinner. Gramma made spaghetti, a favorite of mine as a child, too.

When we put the kids down, Mom and I watched a Lifetime chick flick and talked after.

"Thank you so much for coming out to help, Mom. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

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