A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... it with pre-cum; then, I gripped his pole, and for the first time, was unable to get my fingertips to meet my thumb around a cock. I stroked slowly up and down his length marveling at its size and heat. It may have been my imagination, as our minds sometimes exaggerate things in those few moments in life that remain etched forever. The feel of Mark Thomas' hard-as-steel-yet-smooth-as-silk shaft was one of those moments. It was beyond etched in stone; it was carved in granite in the forefront of my mind. I had never felt a cock so hard, with such heat. I wanted it inside me, and I felt like I'd never wanted anything so much.

I stroked him faster, gently cupping his balls, as it became obvious, my willpower was melting away with every second he was in my hand. I needed him to come quickly and send him on his way. My plastic buddy was my first priority after 'helping him out.' My pace quickened, and I moved to two hands on his shaft, with three to four inches of cock to spare. I thought to myself, "enough to fill my mouth!"

"Oh damn, Mrs. Stilson, this is getting serious."

My mind raced, at the inflection in his voice, when he said 'Mrs. Stilson'; it seemed to be more of a taunting reminder, that I was married rather than an attempt to not get too 'familiar' with me.

"You need to take that top off, Mrs. Stilson. You promised I could blow my wad on your tits."

I did kind of agree in our fantasy session, but that was not a promise. I already had both hands jacking ...

... him off. Given that, showing my tits didn't seem like a place to draw a line.

"Fine but no more," I panted, as I released his hot meat and reached for the clasp in the front of my top. His cock flopped into my face again, thumping against my open mouth. I popped the clasp, as I exhaled on this boner.

"Oh, yeah, give us a kiss, Mrs. Stilson."

I pulled back and shook my head as the cool air brought a tingling relief to my sunbaked breasts. "Not the deal, Mr. Thomas," I replied, in a feeble attempt to match his tone. I gripped him again and began the double-fisted stroke, as he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back, looking down at me.

"All the way off, please. They deserve my full attention."

I hesitated for just a second, but the absurdity of my position made it pointless to argue, in spite of the fact, he seemed to be ordering me. Again, I released him and wriggled the top down my arms, while he pulled my head closer and rubbed himself on my left cheek.

"Your skin is so smooth, Mrs. Stilson."

I wriggled free and gripped him again, stroking firmly from mid-cock to his plump head, engulfing it with both hands, and spreading the last of his pre-cum.

"Enjoy, Mark, this is a one-time favor, and never again."

I watched, as his cock head burst through my hands, and then disappeared on the upstroke; his skin was stretched so tight, it barely moved as I stroked him. The friction was building as his pre-cum, rubbed into his skin. I so wanted to plunge ...