A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... Stilson. I'm afraid the matter is quite serious, it seems the tele-med treatment was not successful. I think the inpatient treatment plan is the only hope. More importantly, it's clear your Chronic Cock-slut Syndrome has taken hold again, Mrs. Stilson. You have the treatment tool in hand.

Would you like me to use it on you, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes, please," I sighed. He had turned the tables again.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, Mrs. Stilson." His hand popped the clasp on the front of my bikini top and his hands grabbed a handful in one quick motion.

I whimpered, as his head lunged down, kissing my left nipple while his hands slid the straps off my shoulders and the top hit the floor. I thrust my chest forward, moaning my surrender. He moved to the right and began to kiss and lick the other one, holding it in his right hand as his left slid down the front of my bottoms. I gasped and pushed my chest hard against him, as his finger parted my pussy lips. He rubbed slowly up and down my length as his head rose up and he whispered in my ear.

"So soft and warm and wet, Mrs. Stilson..."

"Oh, Mark." I gripped his boner harder and brought my second hand around to free it.

"Not yet, Mrs. Stilson, we need to set the ground rules first," he said, his lips touching my ear as his finger curled inside me.

I moaned loud and long, as he entered me slowly.

"It's a new day, Mrs. Stilson, so we can assume you've decided to extend your new role on a more-permanent ...

... basis?"

I rocked my hips, fucking his finger. "Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled mindlessly, as he had me in a frenzy, I was rubbing with both hands. "So fucking big and so fucking hard..."

"I think you like it when I take control, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Are you my full-time cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"You'd say yes to anything right now, wouldn't you?" he whispered, with his hot breath flooding my ear.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I panted.

"What are you, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked in his arrogant tone, but the scent of his sweaty body, and his magical finger broke down all resistance.

"I'm your cock-slut, Mark, oh!"

"I like the way you call me Mr. Thomas with your prissy little attitude, so from now on, you are to refer to me as Mr. Thomas to remind you how much you like giving me control. Understood?"

There was no logic to the effect he had on me, I only knew I was on the verge of coming again, just from one finger. "Yes, Mr. Thomas, oh God, yes!

I want you to come on my finger, and then I want you to put your money where your mouth is and fuck me, Mrs. Stilson, and stop talking about it--woman up, and do what you talked about on the phone."

It was too much, his finger relentlessly rubbed my clit as I buried my face in his shoulder, breathing in his manly scent. "Mr. Thomas, I'm coming for your cock," I panted, as my body shuddered and I rubbed his hard-on.

My opened mouth pressed against his sweaty chest, as I came in a shuddering ...