A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... climax.

"You're coming in your panties, Mrs. Stilson."

I wailed, "Oh fuck, Mr. Thomas. Com-ing, for, your, cock!" I screamed in a high-pitched voice that echoed through the house, spasming against him, as I tasted his saltiness with my gaping mouth.

As it passed, I reached again for his button to remove his pants and ride his huge dick.

"Let's get comfortable, Mrs. Stilson. It's time to put your money where that hot little mouth is." He grabbed my hands and pulled me toward the bed.

I followed as he backed up to the foot of the bed, then sat and crawled back onto the bed and lay there, legs spread with his massive boner pushing hard against the shorts. I stood there, watching in awe, while he positioned himself for me. My hands were pushing down my bikini bottoms as if they had a mind of their own. The fantasy of last night was coming true, and I had no thought of stopping. I stepped out of the bathing suit and crawled slowly and hungrily, like a predator stalking its prey.

I stopped and unhooked his pants and pulled down his zipper, slowly and deliberately, looked up at him as I pulled the shorts and underwear down past his hips. I had to stop and pull the band of his briefs over his pink, granite cock in order to free him. He raised his ass and as I cleared his hips, he closed his legs touching my knees as I slid down the bed to remove the last of his clothes. I stood looking at his nakedness, as his clothes dropped to the floor. His hard-on levitated ...

... nearly an inch off his stomach, as I crawled back between his legs that he had opened wide for me. His hairless balls were held tightly in his firm, round ball sack.

"Nurse Stilson, what are you doing?" he teased in a voice, feigning shock, as my face moved closer to his balls.

"I'm going to have to perform an oral exam to properly assess the situation, Mr. Thomas," I said, as my tongue touched his wrinkled scrotum.

I lapped up his saltiness, first pressing my tongue against the bottom of his balls and separating them as I licked up to the base of his shaft. He pulled his feet up, raising his knees as I licked every bit of his balls, slowly and meticulously. His soft groans made me so wet, as I looked up his massive shaft to see his closed eyes and head hung back from the pleasure I was bringing him. Next, I took a long slow lick up the front of his shaft. His back arched and moans intensified as I licked his length. His man-scent caused a Pavlovian reaction in my mouth and my cunt, as I licked. When I reached his man clit, I swirled my tongue there, getting a taste of his sweet pre-cum.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I plunged his cock into my mouth, determined to quell the disappointment I felt from not making him come in my mouth the previous day. I had never been particularly fond of the taste of cum, but I needed to show him how much I wanted to service his cock, and as his pre-cum coated my tongue, I wanted more. I needed more. My head bobbed on his cock, ...