A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... the whole thing, Mrs. Stilson?"

"No!" I barked.

"You should, it's very stimulating. I've watched it a half dozen times and it just gets better and better."

"You did that without my consent, and you need to delete it right now," I commanded.

"Keep it down, Mrs. Stilson, someone will hear," he said, feigning concern.

"No one's here right now..." I stopped wondering why I let that slip.

"Then you can demo my present for me?" he asked gleefully.

"No. I will not."

"Take a deep breath, Mrs. Stilson," he said firmly. "Think about your situation."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Who has the leverage in this situation, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, calmly.

I went silent, knowing the answer, and desperately thinking of a way out.

"What is it you want Mr. Thomas?"

"I would like you to call me Mark, for starters, Mrs. Stilson."

"What is it you want... Mark?"

"I want to give you what you need, Mrs. Stilson, nothing more."

"And what is it you think I need, Mark?"

"I do appreciate your compliance, Mrs. Stilson. Thank you for calling me Mark. I think we've established what you need, Mrs. Stilson. A real fucking cock," He continued in his matter-of-fact manner, "I accept that today is a 'one off?' Is that what you called it?"

"Yes, it is."

"We're in complete agreement. But today is not over and I owe you two orgasms after the fabulous blowjob you gave me in your kitchen."

"Out of your respect for women?"

"You do pay attention, Mrs. ...

... Stilson. Thank you for that."

"So, here's how it's going to work. I'm going to hang up and call you back in five minutes on FaceTime. You're going to have my gift ready for use; that beautiful body free from all coverings; ass in the air, as you suggested, fully framed on my screen; so you can show me how a cock-slut uses a man-sized fuck-toy to make herself come. When you properly thank me by coming twice for me, we can call it a day. Tomorrow, I will bring my phone and we can delete the videos together, and go our separate ways--like ships that passed in the night. Are you in agreement, Mrs. Stilson?"

I stuttered trying to think of a response. "And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll keep our little video for a reminder of a remarkable day. I'll do my best to keep it private, but it really is good. On second thought, I'll call back in fifteen. That will give you time to watch the whole thing. If you answer my FaceTime, great; if not, I'll have my answer.

In the meantime, I want you to think about this. I will be thinking about that beautiful ass in the air and my tongue tasting that luscious pink paradise once again. Damn you tasted so good today, Mrs. Stilson. I'll never forget how warm and soft those precious pussy lips felt, wrapped around my tongue, while your tender smooth buns sandwiched my nose. It's torture to think I'll never experience that taste of heaven again.

So, please forgive my taking advantage of the situation, this one time. I just can't bear to miss ...