A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07

... coming with his big cock in my ass. It was a sensation almost beyond de***********ion. The added tingling of the nerves in my ass, combined with the stimulation of my prostate was mind boggling. The orgasm was so much intensified, I could never have imagined...

What happened next was a complete lack of control that only seemed to hasten my spiral of debauchery. I pulled up the video of my humiliation and watched it lying in bed.

There I was on my knees with the absurd wrestler mask and the ridiculous Captain Cock-whore shirt thigh high stockings and stiff dick after already coming twice.

"That's good, now suction it to the floor and lube it up." he commanded.

I watched my alter ego spread the lube on the three bulbed dildo, with two hands, as eagerly as he had lubed his cock earlier.

"Lube up your woody there, Captain. Wouldn't want you to rub the skin off. It's gonna be a busy week." He teased.

I watched the close up of my still gaping asshole lowering onto the vibrating rubber cock. As the last and largest ball pushed inside me, I heard the moan of pleasure I released.

"You are a little slut, aren't you, CC?" He teased.

As I watched myself rock my hips on the rubber cock, despite the humiliation, my boner pressed on my underwear longing to escape. I told myself to turn it off and go to sleep, but I couldn't stop watching. With the mask on in the video, it was like I was watching someone else, but the memory of how it felt was oh so real.

I ...

... watched Captain Cock-whore rock and moan as Mark used the remote to vary the speed and pattern of the vibrator. He gripped his cock and spread the lube over it. I remembered how quickly the lube had me on the verge of orgasm number three.

"Not so fast, Captain Cock-whore!" he interrupted. "I didn't tell you to jack off yet. Show me how much my horny little bitch loves her dildo first."

I recalled the anger and saw my tomato-red face, through the mask eye holes as he taunted me again. Nonetheless, I watched myself, squatted on the eight-inch cock as it vibrated inside me, my hips rolled with a mind of their own.

The redness quickly faded, and my eyes closed, as Captain Cock-whore began to bounce up and down. His hips rolled and his moans grew louder and my movements faster.

I stopped the video, as my cock throbbed, and wetness seeped through my underwear. I was not allowed to come until he called tomorrow. But I knew there was a good chance he would torture me further and I might not get to then either.

I was disgusted with myself as I wished he would call back and tell me he changed his mind and make me ride the dildo until I came again. In my frenzied state, I got the idea that I didn't have to listen to him. I could have control over my own body. So I decided to "show him."

I dug the cock from my suitcase and suctioned it to a wooden tray that sat on the ottoman in the room. It was flat with ninety-degree bends on each end that hung over the edge of the ottoman. ...