A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... to relax my throat, maybe taking him a half-inch deeper. I tried again and again, to no avail.

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you are determined. Don't be disappointed, I've never met a woman that could take it all and several have tried. But you really do like having a real cock in your mouth, don't you?"

I nodded, ignoring the dig at Wayne, but he was right. I did love having his cock in my hands and in my mouth.

"We, both know where you really need my cock, don't we, Mrs. Stilson?" His eyes cut through me and once again, my willpower was obliterated by the sensation of his silky-steel cock.

I could tell he sensed the desperation in my eyes, before surrendering to his cock yet again and nodding my agreement.

"And if I told you, I want to bend you over your kitchen table and fuck you 'til you come screaming for my cock?" he said confidently, staring down at me.

My head was nodding emphatically, before my conscious mind even grasped what he said, but he had hit the figurative nail on the head of the fantasy slide show that had played in my mind earlier. I had to know what it felt like to be pounded by such a massive cock.

"This day just gets better and better, Mrs. Stilson," he said, gently stroking my hair. "I promise, you'll never gonna forget this. I do have to admit, Mrs. Stilson, if you make me come in your mouth, I don't think I could recover for a third. You, make me come so hard, I would need I.V. fluids to go a third time."

My mind raced trying to ...

... grasp how this day spiraled so badly out of control. My marriage had many ups and downs, as they all do. I had never cheated on Wayne, or even been close. Yet, there I was on my knees, a stranger's cock in my mouth, naked before him, pussy aching for him, even after two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Even as he condescendingly petted my head, I knew I had to know what it felt like to have him inside. A part of me knew, even if Wayne walked in at that moment; if Mark commanded it, I would let him fuck me in front of him. I would beg him to fuck me while Wayne watched. Sadly, coming to that realization, only made my pussy wetter.

His hand stopped petting and gently pressed my forehead, pushing me off his cock. Even knowing what was coming next, didn't stop the disappointment for not getting him to come in my mouth.

"Oops, gotta little jizz on me." He smiled down at me and wiped his cum in my hair before petting my head again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Stilson?" His hard cock glistened with my saliva, rocked side to side.

The rudeness of his tone and the use of the F-word, only seemed to turn me on, for reasons I can't explain. I nodded my head, already knowing that wouldn't be enough.

"Use your words, please, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need me to do for you," he spoke in his calm voice.

Something inside me just let go and I stood up and looked him in the eye. His cock pressed against my belly, and I grabbed it firmly with my right hand and held ...