A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... bathroom to clean himself up. I waited for almost twenty minutes, and he never came out. So I snuck back into bed, and always found excuses to avoid him after that.

Mark was a whole other story. He was all man, and this went far beyond teen exploration. My last semblance of common sense kicked in.

"Listen, Mark," I said, as my thighs closed, gripping his leg while my pussy pushed a little harder against him for one last feel. "It's been fun flirting, but I am happily married, and my husband was kind enough to help you out. I couldn't betray him. You really made me feel wanted today, and I thank you for that. It's pretty clear, I've enjoyed the eye candy, so I put an extra hundred in here, as a thank you. You're welcome to come back tomorrow to finish the job, but this stops here. I'll gladly pay you another four hundred dollars for tomorrow when you finish."

I thought it would be fitting to pay my eye candy like a stripper and put the money in his waistband. So my left hand gripped his waistband to the left of his cock, to hold him steady as I shoved the money in on the right. I instantly felt his heat and before I knew what happened, he raised his hips and with my hands pulling his waistband out, his cock head burst out the top of his pants, as his leg pressed harder against me.

I gasped, and the tingle in my aching pussy caused my thighs to clamp onto his leg, holding him against my wetness. His cock was circumcised, and I stared at his helmet, glistening with ...

... pre-cum, inches from my face. A drop of pre-cum ran down and settled into the cleft of his cock head and I swallowed hard; repressing the thought of picking it out of his cleft with the tip of my tongue, before swirling it over his cock head to lick him clean. I took a deep breath, and the scent of his sweaty body caused me to tremble, as I fought for control.

Then he spoke in a soft calming voice. "Are you really going to leave me like this Amy? I mean Mrs. Stilson. Or are you going to help a friend out? If you think about it, it's really no different than what your husband did for me, rubbing a spasming appendage until it was better."

I was vaguely aware of him talking, but my eyes were locked on his round cock head bulging out of his pants, with his pole running the full length from his belly button to his thigh gap. He released a rush of blood, causing his head to swell and push out another half inch before settling back. The button of his jeans, glared at me from just below his head and I knew it had to go.

My hands slid together sandwiching his cock. I sighed at the heat, as my fingers touched the sides of it. My fingers worked the button and pulled down on the shorts at the same time. They did not give at first, but when the button released, I pulled down and out on the flaps with a grip on his underwear, as well; the zipper held the shorts too tightly to pull down. He sighed heavily, as I reached for the zipper.

"Oh God, thank you, Mrs. Stilson," he said, ...