A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09

... noticed a police SUV parked a house down across the street.

I sat there in that familiar situation. The voice of reason telling me, 'Go home, go to work, take a day off for yourself, just leave. Don't push this any further. It was fun. Just live with the memory. Use the toy if you feel the urge. Don't get out of this car...'

I stared at the latest cock pic as the voice faded into the background. I switched to the pics of me in the uniform. I really wanted to see the look on his face. I untied the trench coat, took it off my shoulders and turned it into a seat cover as I put the hat on my head in the rearview and scanned for activity from the police car behind me.

Then I turned my phone to selfie mode to use as a mirror. I loved the way my tits looked in the outfit. I hadn't felt that sexy in years. The neighborhood seemed remarkably quiet for six-thirty-three on a workday morning. Looking at myself, I wondered if I had the guts to walk to his front door without the coat.

Next, I brought up the videos and watched the masturbation one first. I felt like that wasn't really my ass facing the camera, as the toy worked its magic inside me. I thought about pulling out my little plastic buddy and rubbing one off before going in. I actually picked it up, but thought I saw movement in my peripheral vision and laid it on the seat.

I did think better of public masturbation, but continued to watch the videos, pussy already soaked. I hoped maybe my condition would ...

... encourage him to repeat his oral CCSS (chronic cock slut syndrome) treatments. To have a cock like that and use his tongue as he did... "Wow!" I said to myself.

I put my phone in the dashboard holder and played the kitchen table video again.

I watched as he made me come, bent over the table, just rubbing his cock against me. No one ever had me that revved up, and he never even penetrated me. It was so big and hard. When he forced it down between my legs, the force of his boner pressed it so firmly against me. His hot hardness rubbing its length against my clit...

There were still seventeen minutes to go. I had a hand gripping each knee, fighting the urge to make a video, masturbating for him. He would love it, but how could I watch the video of me being fucked and record myself at the same time? I squeezed my knees tighter and fought the urge.

Then it advanced to him fucking me for real. My pussy dripped as I heard myself screaming in the video.

"Fuck, Mark, fill me with that fucking cock."

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you should see those pretty pink lips gripping my cock." I groaned in response. "Mrs. Stilson likes a real cock?"

"Yes, please give it to me hard, Mark," I pleaded.

Suddenly the car door opened, and I nearly hit my head on the roof of the car, jumping in fear.

"I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle ma'am," said the police officer.

"What's th--"

My video voice cut me off, "It's so fucking hard, please pound me with it."

I reached for ...