A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... warm."

I couldn't believe how he turned me into a potty-mouthed slut, as I watched him push in a little further with each thrust.

"Oh yes, there it is, Mrs. Stilson. Do you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

His hands gripped my hips, and I watched myself rock back and forth on his cock, moaning louder with each push.

He stood still, and I continued to rock. "The cock-slut likes to drive. Halfway there, Mrs. Stilson."

That's when I pushed slowly but firmly, forcing him all the way in.

Seeing that was all I needed. I stopped the video and FaceTime called him. I sat on the edge of the bed and held the phone out to get my breasts in the frame.

He answered, smiling, "Mrs. Stilson you're early..." his eyes widened, "and naked as directed. Thank you."

"I'm ready Mark. Please... before they get back from the movie."

"And you brought me to your bedroom, Mrs. Stilson. Naughty girl. Let's see the view, shall we?"

I nodded and stepped forward to put the phone in the tripod. It felt like I was outside my body again, as I did what that morning would have been completely unthinkable. I put the phone in place, climbed on the bed, and presented my naked ass for a stranger's pleasure.

"Oh, that's nice, Mrs. Stilson. I am so fucking hard for you."

I smiled like a kid, knowing how excited he was.

"A little to the left..."

I adjusted.

"Up a little..."

I did as commanded.

"I'm afraid we're gonna have to zoom it in some more, Mrs. Stilson."

I ...

... groaned in frustration and rolled off the bed to adjust it.

"Okay, hit it once."

I did, and waited for a response.

"Once more, I think."

I hit it again.

"Better, let's try it again."

As I crawled back into position, I sensed he was seeing just how far he could push me, but we both knew he had all the control at that moment.

"Perfect, Mrs. Stilson. Now lube up that right hand and let's get you ready."

Leaning on my left elbow, I squeezed the lube into my right hand and reached between my legs to apply it. My labia were engorged and tender, and as the oily lube coated my clit, the tingling intensified.

"Damn I wish that it was my tongue touching you, Mrs. Stilson," he sighed.

"Oh, yes!" I panted. Recalling my hand on the back of his head as his tongue explored me.

"Is your little clit as hard as it was in my mouth earlier, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh yes, Mark. You make me feel so good."

"I want you to imagine my lips and tongue tasting that tender little pussy and lapping up your creamy sweet cum, Mrs. Stilson," he said softly, panting.

"Um-huh, um-huh," I nodded and squeaked, as my fingers penetrated my pussy, while my thumb worked my clit.

"My cock is so hard for you, Mrs. Stilson," he gasped.

The mental image of his huge, granite cock pushed me over the edge, and my fingers moved frantically as my climax approached in record time.

"I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I screamed out, echoing through the bedroom. "Coming! Ah! For. Ah! Your. ...