A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... sudden realization, it was supposed to be me giving him relief.

"The pleasure was all mine..." He hesitated, as I smiled and dropped to my knees.

"You kept your promise, Gentleman Mark... My turn. Please let me suck your beautiful cock, clean."

He smiled, and I took him into my mouth and sucked his head clean of our cum cocktail.

Once again, try as I might, I could not even take half of him, so I relented and cleaned his shaft by licking him like a popsicle. Some of our juices even made it to his balls so I licked them clean, as well. I made a point of looking hungrily at him as I did it.

"Are you sure this ends today, Mrs. Stilson?" he said, smiling down.

I smiled holding his shaft against my cheek. "Positive. I needed to know, and now I do. Better than I ever imagined, Mr. Thomas. Thank you for an amazing memory. I have to admit, you brought out a fantasy I never knew was in me. Cock-slut for a day. It was a wonderful escape and I'll never forget it." I broke my gaze and looked at his cock. "Now, please let me finish cleaning up after myself, like the cock-slut I am today."

I took him back in my mouth and sucked him slowly. He gradually softened and I continued, until he was soft enough for me to fit his whole cock into my mouth. Then I pushed him all in, until my lips touched his balls. Next, I sucked hard, stretching his softened dick as I pulled off for the last time, milking his last drop of cum. When I reached his tip, his cock popped free with a ...

... loud lip smack.

I thought about standing up, but suddenly felt completely spent. Instead, I sat back on my heels and exhaled hard. "Wow."

"So, are you satisfied with my work here today, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes, Mr. Thomas. You've gone above and beyond." The air hitting my gaping cunt, reminded me of that.

"And you'd still like me to return tomorrow to finish the job?"

Suddenly, things got real again. I needed to make clear this could never happen again. My mind raced, as he looked down at me with those brown, puppy dog eyes. 'No' was the right answer, but how would I explain to Wayne, the job being partially done in the yard--oh God, Wayne. How would I even talk to him after this? That was another worry; right now, I needed to answer.

"Yes, of course. I promised you the additional money to finish the yard work. But to be clear, we're talking about yard work only."

His smirk returned, "Yard work only. Got it." He winked when he said, 'got it'.

"I'm serious, Mark. This was a one-time thing and will never happen again and a gentleman, will never kiss and tell, understood?" I said, with authority.

"Understood, Mrs. Stilson. We both needed a release, and it will never happen again. Could you please hand me my underwear?"

I looked down and found them, pinched the waistband with my fingertips and handed them to him. As he started to put them on, the absurdity of my position began to sink in. Kiss and tell? We never even kissed. I was kneeling naked on the ...