A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04

... me wanted to do it again, to see if it was even real.

What he made me do after made it all too real, though. I was forced to bend down and lick my cum off the floor with the dildo vibrating in my ass. Then, I had to keep it in until I got home.

The feeling of helplessness took over again. He showed no signs of ending his torment, and the longer it continued, the more likely I would be caught. I was about to have a real cock up my ass for the first time. A real, hot, hard, ten-inch man-cock in my ass. I hated the thought, and hated it more--that my dick was tingling in anticipation.

I scanned the street, relieved that Officer Reeves wasn't anywhere in sight. Apparently, there would be one fewer cock to suck that morning, as I faced my harasser. What I ever did to deserve Mark--fucking--Thomas, I may never know.

And what were the odds that he would end up with Officer Reeves as a neighbor? That got my head spinning again. Were they in this together before me, or was this just shitty luck that I happened to encounter two twisted pervs and bring them together?

My dildo was wrapped in a hand towel I borrowed from the bathroom. It just seemed more discreet, for a 'jogger' to be seen carrying a towel, than an eight-inch dildo with three progressively larger balls on the shaft.

I rang the bell and smiled for the camera. What was one more video of me 'harassing' Mark--fucking--Thomas for his concerned neighbor, Officer Rodney--fucking--Reeves to blackmail me ...

... with.

"Come on in, Senior Captain!" I heard his shout from within the house, thankful he left off cocksucker from my title, as he shouted it for all to hear.

I stepped into the entryway, and after the door closed, he yelled from the next room. "I'm in here, Senior Captain Cocksucker."

When I stepped into the living room, he stood next to the sofa in his white, terry-cloth bathrobe. The front was open, and the ties hung down from the loops on the side of the robe. His slightly-engorged cock hung out and down, a full seven inches long, and not yet hard.

I recalled the feel of my mouth over his pink, round cock head, and fought to hold back the stirring in my cock. "Morning, Captain," he said cheerily, rocking his cock from side to side.

I did not respond, partly due to the resentment I carried in my core for the twisted fuck that brought me here for more humiliation, and partly due to the now-almost Pavlovian reaction, the sight of his huge cock induced.

"Senior Captain, am I gonna need the attitude adjuster this morning?" He nodded toward the giant steel spatula with a nearly two-foot handle laying on the sofa table behind him.

"No, sir," I said compliantly. "Good morning, sir." Then in an effort to lessen the tension he was exuding; I took it one step further. "Thank you for letting me come over this morning to suck your cock."

"Is that all you came here to do, Captain?"

So much for my attempt to divert him from the true reason he had me come that ...