A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... the phone, I saw a shadow of motion outside the slider and turned quickly to see nothing. Paranoid, I quickly went to the living room and saw him still working through the sheer curtains. Nonetheless, I decided to move to the bedroom for some privacy. I first found the video recorded at the kitchen table. As I watched, try as I might, I could not control the moistening heat between my legs. The memory of his hot, hard cock filling me, pounding me, as I screamed from pleasure, was too much to suppress. When I watched it in its entirety, I could feel myself leaking in my panties. I quickly deleted it and went to the trash can to empty it, to make sure it was gone. Then I remembered he texted it to me and went to his texts and deleted all of them to and from me.

While there, I scrolled down and found some texts to a phone number. I looked at a few and he apparently had someone he was fucking that he called 'Captain Cock Sucker'. It sounded pretty twisted, but didn't affect me so I moved on. But apparently Mark was not quite so innocent as he let on. That wasn't surprising, considering how masterfully he manipulated me.

As I explored his phone for any hidden files, I found an app for the dildo. Don't ask me why, but I had to try it. So I got the dildo out and turned it on. After a moment, the app gave an indication the device was online. As I began to control it, I thought I heard movement in the hall. I quickly went over and whipped the door open, but there was no one ...

... there. I went to the guest bedroom and looked out to see Mark still working. My paranoia grew by the minute. In hindsight, it was likely driven by my lack of trust in myself after the events of the day before. I wondered how many others he'd manipulated. As I thought about it, I grew angrier with myself for losing control so badly.

I put his 'present' back in the box and back in my closet, thankful for the mental wake-up call. I found the FaceTime recording and clicked on it, to make sure it was, in fact, me. I watched myself in disbelief, as I presented my naked ass for the camera and spread oil on my engorged pussy. I had almost forgotten, that I had made myself come without using the monstrous toy, overwhelmed by the feel of my lubed fingers. I remember telling myself to turn it off, and to delete it, but I watched the entire recording, unable to stop myself.

Even more disappointing, my pussy was soaked from watching me degrade and humiliate myself for him. As I sat there, steaming down below, rationalizing that it might be better if I pulled the toy back out and used it, just to take the edge off and strengthen my resolve. As I reigned myself in again, I did another very questionable thing. I texted the video to my phone, then deleted it and the text from his phone, leaving copies of both on my phone. I told myself it was about me being in control of them, but in reality, it was another sign of weakness.

As I finished with his phone and laptop, I gathered myself to ...