A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... as I learned I had gotten to him.

He jumped up startled but quickly recovered. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Stilson, but I just had to see the scene of our last 'interaction'," he said, using my words against me. "I have never had a more memorable 'interaction' over the phone. Come to think about it, you may be my most memorable in-person 'interaction', as well."

I tried to respond, but the sight of his boner, pushing his shorts over his belt line--stopped me in my tracks. He stood facing me, shirtless, cargo shorts tented big enough to sleep two. I'd never seen anything like it.

"When I caught your scent, I got to thinking about the taste of that creamy cunt of yours and lost myself. Before I knew it, I was breathing you in and bam, Mrs. Stilson--hard." He flashed his open palms next to his cock tent, as he said 'bam'. "I apologize, but you make me hard, Mrs. Stilson. That pussy tastes so damn good. No one's ever cum so hard, so easily for me. I felt like fucking Superman."

Fighting the urge to ravage him on the spot, I mustered up the will to ask him to leave. "Mr. Thomas, you need to leave. I have your address on your resume. I will send you the money you are owed. Being here is wholly inappropriate."

"Why can't you look me in the eye when you say that, Mrs. Stilson? Are you talking to me, or my cock...? It's kind of hard to tell."

I was staring at his dick, but it was impossible not to. I stood my ground, but kept my gaze on his cock. Somehow looking him in the eye ...

... would have made it worse.

"You've been begging for it all day, Mrs. Stilson. Stalking me through the curtains. Flaunting that hot little body in your slutty little swimsuit. Begging for a little attention you're not getting elsewhere. Stop pretending, Mrs. Stilson. Cock-slut for a day suited you. Why not live it every day, Mrs. Stilson. Drop to your knees and beg for it, cock-slut."

I could see it moving, as he seemed to be getting even bigger. He was making it pulse as he stepped toward me. I stood in the doorway, pussy gushing, trying not to tremble.

"I asked you to leave, Mr. Thomas," I said, with a cracking voice.

"If you think that's best, Nurse Stilson."

That comment sent a rush through me, as I recalled our FaceTime. I wanted to do everything I described last night, but tried not to let on. My throat was tight, and it was difficult to breathe, as he approached. I stared at his tent, holding my ground in the doorway as it got closer. He turned sideways to squeeze through the door and stopped... as his cock touched my belly through his shorts.

"Sorry, Nurse Stilson. This opening is a little tight," he said, looking down at me.

Our nearly nude bodies close enough to feel the heat. I felt his warm firmness through the fabric, as he rubbed it gently against me. My will broke down as my hand gripped his hard-on.

"How long have you felt this stiffening, Mr. Thomas," I said softly, as I began to rub him slowly.

"The better part of two days now, Nurse ...