A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04

... his eyes to his cock and back again. "You want my cock again, don't you?"

"Yes!" I said, too quickly.

My pace quickened and I thought I might cum again. I wanted to crawl over and suck him hard again.

"You like your uniform too, don't you?"

His eyes seemed to own me. I nodded shamefully.

"Use your words, Captain Cock-whore," he said sternly.

"Yes, sir. I like my uniform."

"Do you wanna jack off for my cock, cock-whore?"

I was bouncing and rolling my hips.

"Yes please! Let me come for your cock again!"

"Are you a cock-whore, Steven?"

"Yes, I'm your cock-whore, please."

"You can touch yourself now, Captain Cock-whore, but I want you to tell me how much you love my cock."

"Thank you, sir." I began to stroke as I fucked the dildo. "The first time I touched it, I felt my dick stir from the heat. It's so fucking big and so fucking hard. Ah Fuck! When I took it in my mouth, I never, ah, thought, I, ah! I could take it all."

"Oh, but you did. Captain Cock-whore's superpower," he sighed, still smiling. "And I'm going to need you to do that again and again."

"Yes! Please! Ah! I want it. Uh, uh, uh!" I grunted, as my hand moved in a blur. "So, huh, hot and hard, inside me!" I spoke in urgent grunts, on the verge of coming again.

His exposed cock was still limp, but so big and tantalizing. I wanted it back in my mouth and my ass.

"I want it in my ass, Mark, please. Oh fuck, I'm coming for your cock, Mark! I'm coming, ah!"

My ...

... orgasm hit and I continued to jack off furiously. After two orgasms, there was not a lot of cum. It oozed down my shaft mixing with the lube, as my whole body shuddered and spasmed. I fell forward leaning on my left hand, as I hammered out every bit of pleasure with my right.

As I gasped for air trying to collect myself. He began to clap his hands together slowly but firmly. "That was epic, Steven. I will keep you, my friend. We'll watch that together tomorrow night when you ride your dildo again. Unfortunately, I have to get ready for an interview, so clean all this up. And you need to get every drop of spunk off my couch. And I mean all of it. I want it looking brand new."

As I watched the video later, it really was epic. When I came, my body spasmed uncontrollably, my mouth was agape, and the grunts, groans and squeaks were almost beyond belief.

As I panted, kneeling before him, the humiliation was once again, front and center. I was pleased he was going to leave me to 'clean up'. At least I could use a rag or paper towel instead of my tongue. He stood up and picked up the huge steel spatula.

"Thank you, sir," I said obediently. His spatula was still in hand.

He smiled and stared, not moving. So, I began to lick the cum off my hand tasting the mixture of jizz and lube. It may have been cherry flavored.

"Don't worry, CC, it's edible." His arrogance oozed from every pore, and his cock was still exposed through the open robe. Even in that moment of shame and ...