A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... and I collapsed flat on the bed.

"Off. Please, Mark!" I pleaded.

Thankfully, he complied quickly. "Is everything okay, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, with a touch of mockery in his voice.

I lay there panting for a moment. "Oh, yes," I said, with a long exhale.

"I can't see you, Mrs. Stilson. Is it safe to say my present was a hit?"

I rolled over and sat up. I could see him seated in a chair, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Once again, I found it ironic that, as I scooted closer to the camera and sat on the edge of the bed, I felt awkward showing my bare breasts to him as we talked, after exposing my lady parts in all their HD, high-zoom glory only seconds earlier.

Sitting there with a ten-inch dildo pushing firmly inside me was a bit awkward as well, but I had to say, the warmth was somehow soothing.

"Zoom it out please, so I can see you, Mrs. Stilson."

My unease grew, as I did as commanded. I turned the camera as I got the idea of straddling the corner of the bed would push my new buddy just a little deeper, when I sat again.

He smiled and nodded. "Perfect, Mrs. Stilson." I blushed a little, as he continued. "I have to say that was the most stimulating thing I think I've ever seen. I didn't think your friend, here, would survive being trapped in these jeans." He stood up and walked toward the camera and unbuttoned his pants.

The memory of releasing him from his shorts earlier, came rushing back, as he unzipped and pushed his pants and underwear ...

... down, releasing his raging hard-on.

"Oh that's so much better," he sighed, as his pink, granite hard-on pointed straight up. As he turned to the side, it almost exactly matched the curve of his belly and stood rigid, about an inch from his stomach. He pushed his pants further down, giving me a glimpse of his firm ass that I had the death grip on earlier.

I sighed, as he turned back to the camera putting his manhood front and center. "That's so unfair," I said, eyes fixed on the screen.

"You make me this way, Mrs. Stilson. I feel like the Viagra warning guy, with the four-hour erection. Maybe, I should seek medical attention."

I told myself the day wasn't over and saw a chance for a little turning of the tables.

"Nurse Stilson has what you need, Mark. If only you were here, I have a warm, wet place for you to put that."

"You little tease. I can be there in fifteen minutes."

"Unfortunately, Mom will be home at any time, but we can try a tele-med treatment session before they get here. It looks like you've got a free hand."

"Well then, tell me more about the in-person treatment plan, you would prescribe, Nurse Stilson."

I was pleased he played along, and for once, didn't refer to me as Mrs. Stilson.

"First, I will need you to disrobe to do a proper examination."

He smiled and looked for me to continue.

"Disrobe please, Mr. Thomas," I commanded.

Much to my delight, he complied. First, he removed this T-shirt, then completely removed his pants. ...