A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04

I struggled to balance, as I let go of him to use both hands to apply the lube while I continued to suck his cock.

"Hurry now, I'm gonna need you to rub my balls, CC. You know I like that," he said, returning two hands to my head.

That seemed to help steady me, as I squeezed out the lube to my hands. I could hardly believe what I was doing as I rubbed the lube into my ass crack.

"I want you to coat that whole ass, CC. I wanna see that ass glistening, when I fuck it." I did as commanded and rubbed my lubed hand over both cheeks. "That's good," he moaned. "Now, get it up in there, Steven, two fingers good and deep."

I was amazed how much easier the lubed finger went in after my morning purge. The second was a bit tougher. I could feel how rock hard my taint was, as I pushed the fingers to the hilt. I steadied myself by gripping his thigh with my free hand, but the lube made me have to grip hard.

I did my best to focus on his cock, but my knees ached already from the hard floors, and fingering my own ass while keeping my balance made it difficult.

"If you wanna lube up your little cock, CC, you can. It looks like it might pop, my friend.

Without thought, I took my hand from his thigh and rubbed my boner with my slickened hand. I moaned and whimpered onto his cock on the verge already.

"Does Amy make you this hard, my friend?" he asked arrogantly.

The anger of him bringing her into this was quickly overshadowed by the need to relieve the pressure in his throbbing cock. The fading voice of Wayne tried to point out the shame of my situation. I was on my aching knees, finger fucking my own ass, wearing ladies' stockings, a perv's cock in my mouth, jacking off, as hard as I've ever been. But the feel of his hot hard-on in my mouth and the lube on my raging boner was too much.

"I asked you a question, Steven." he said sternly, and I shook my head. My surrender seemed to bring him to full stiffness again. "Do you need to come, Captain Cocksucker?"

I nodded frantically, whimpering as I had already reached the point of no return.

"Can't wait to feel my cock in your ass can you, Steven?" he asked in a serious tone.

My fingers in my ass and the lube on my cock were just too much with his hot cock still hard for me. I shuddered, shaking my bobbing head as the first blast of jizz shot like a bullet hitting the side of his sofa. My hand furiously stroked my cock at lightning speed. If not for his hand on my head, I surely would have toppled over.

Nonetheless, the intensity of the orgasm made it impossible to continue my head bobs, and I simply held my mouth on his cock and mumbled, "I'm coming for your cock," as he had trained me.

I grunted and gasped, as jet after jet unloaded on his floor and sofa. As the orgasm passed, I began to bob again, wondering what was next. Would he make me clean up my cum, or go straight for my cherry?

"Once again, love the enthusiasm, CC, now clean up your mess, my friend." He pulled out, and his boner pointed at about ten o'clock. I found myself staring at it, in awe, as it glistened with my saliva.

When I went down on all fours, to lick up my spunk, he dropped to his knees, gripped my hip, and spun my ass toward him. I felt my body tense in anticipation of the pending intrusion. I wanted to jump up and run out, afraid of being split in two, while he positioned himself between my legs.

I told myself to relax and it would be better, as his hand began to gently caress my lubed cheeks. "Smooth as a baby's bottom, CC, did you shave your man cunt for me?"

I didn't respond to his taunting, but the answer was a firm no! Even as his moist boner pressed between my cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, I clung to some tiny spec of dignity with the satisfaction of not responding to another degrading question.

His hips rolled and he moaned softly, as his hot hardness slid up and down my ass crack. I licked the dipping line of cum off the side of his sofa and caught myself pressing my ass against his heat. The velour fabric made it difficult to tell if I got it all, and the plush material seemed to suck up all my saliva.

When I moved to the floor, I felt my ass raise, pressing me harder against him. He responded in kind, gripping my left hip to steady us, as he pulled his hard-on back and aligned the tip with my sphincter. It felt impossibly big as he pressed slowly against me.

"Take a deep breath, Captain, it will only hurt for a minute. Gonna go nice and slow." I told myself to relax but the thought of taking him in me was terrifying.

He pressed slowly but firmly, twisting back and forth. At first, my asshole seemed to clamp shut, but I forced myself to relax it. As it began to give way, I could feel the first shot of pain and let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Breathe, CC, breathe," he said, in a grunt.

I did as commanded, finding myself doing the birthing pant we learned in pregnancy class. He would press and release then press a little harder each time. Eventually, his head began to press inside, and the pain intensified.

"Please, your cock's too big, let me suck..."

His hand slapped my ass and he shoved hard, pushing his head inside. I felt a surge of pain as his head pushed through. I'd hoped for some relief once he was past the head, but he shoved more than half his length inside me with one firm thrust, then pulled back to the head and went three-quarters in with the next thrust, and balls deep with the third.

"Oh fuck, Captain. You took that like a champ, my friend."

I yelled out in a mixture of pain and wonder, of how warm he felt inside me. The pain and discomfort began to fade a little, with each slow, deliberate, in-and-out motion.

"Stroke your little stiffy with me, CC. It'll help you get used to it."

I did as commanded and gripped my semi-hard cock. The lube was still there, but beginning to spread thin. Nonetheless, my cock stiffened with each stroke. As he steadily continued to fuck me slowly, using his entire length, I felt the pain lessen and the tingling in my ass and taint, intensify.

As he pushed in, slowly, he talked to me softly. "Oh, damn, Captain, I like this tight little ass. I can feel that taint gettin' stiff, my friend. You're getting hard already, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir, uh!" I answered, in disbelief.

As he pushed forward, I could feel my butt cheeks roll inward and cling to his cock, then back out as he pulled out with my sphincter stretched and clenched around his cock head.

"Your cock feels so warm, it's like a heater... Oh, fuck." I panted.

"Does that make your cock hard, Steven?"

"Yes!" I whimpered.

"Get the rest of your spunk licked up, and I'll let you shoot again with my cock in your ass, Captain," he said, smugly.

I lowered back down and lapped at my jizz, as I continued to stroke myself in time with his rolling hips. His pace quickened, and I found myself leaning into his thrusts pushing him in a little deeper each time. He snapped the garter belt, as he began to fuck me for real.

"You like being my bitch, don't you, Captain?" he panted.

I didn't respond; as if I had any dignity left to defend, while I licked the last of my cum off his floor.

He responded, however, by pulling out to the head, and just held himself there. I cringed, waiting for a slap from the spatula, as I continued to stroke my cock.

I looked back over my shoulder, and he seemed to be staring off into the distance, oblivious to my presence, despite his cock head in my ass. Unsure of what to do, I pushed myself back toward him, driving his cock deeper.

"What is it you need, Captain?" he teased, pulling his cock out completely.

He slapped his boner on my ass, and I pushed myself higher in the air, inviting him back. I stopped stroking my cock, for fear of what was coming.

"Use your words, Captain." Crack! The spatula hit home.

"I need you to fuck me please, sir!" I yelled with too much enthusiasm.

"Was that so hard, Captain?" he asked, teasing me again.

"Your cock is very hard, sir," I replied, stroking his ego. "Please fuck my ass with your huge cock, sir!"

He wriggled the head back inside me. The pain was much less the second time. Once again, he just held himself there. I looked over my shoulder and he gave me a look that said, "Well, I'm waiting."

So, I pushed myself onto his cock, until his balls touched my taint. His groan told me he liked it, so I began to rock back and forth slowly.

"That's it, CC, a good little bitch fucks her master, like a true cock-whore." He moaned with an air of satisfaction and snapped my garter again. I rocked faster, up on all fours, fucking his cock. "Oh, fuck, CC, rub your clit while you fuck me."

Sadly, I knew what he meant and gripped my dick and stroked it. Soon, he resumed fucking me, his hard, hot cock plunging harder and harder, until my ass slapped his pelvis with each thrust.

He reached out and gripped my shoulder. "Rise up, Captain, and let's find that sweet spot."

I pressed against the arm of the sofa, raising my torso and the angle of his cock pressed him against my prostate.

"Oh my God," I gasped.

"Is that it, CC?"

"Yes, right there, sir," I groaned.

"Are you my bitch, Captain?"

I leaned on my left hand, braced on the sofa, knees sore but the pounding of my prostate overshadowed the pain, as I wanked away at my boner.

"Yes, sir! Oh God, yes!"

"Do you want me to come in that tight little ass, Captain?"

"Yes please! Come in me, please!"

"You like it in the ass, don't you, Steven?"

"Yes! Ah! fuck! Gonna come."

"Not yet, you fucking cock-whore! I'll, ah! Tell you when!" His groans were more desperate, and I sensed his climax getting close. I stopped stroking for fear of the spatula if I came too soon.

"Of fuck, Captain Cock-whore, gonna cum!" he grunted.

I gripped my cock, as he pressed me against the arm of the sofa, with a hand on each shoulder pounding my ass and thumping my prostate.

"Cum like a cock-whore, CC. Fuck! Gonna cum in that slutty fucking ass!"

My chest leaned on the sofa arm as my right hand jackhammered my cock. "Oh God, I'm coming with your cock in my ass!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he groaned, pounding me as he shot hot jizz in my ass.

I leaned on the sofa arm, shuddering, as I began to shoot my load almost completely on the side of his sofa. "Coming for your cock! Coming for, ah, your, ah cock!"

When his orgasm passed, he returned to a slow, steady pace, breathing deeply. My chest collapsed against the sofa arm, and I caught my breath. I could feel him starting to soften a bit and gave a pathetic sounding whimper, as he pulled out and stood up.

Then he gripped my hair hard, and turned me around to face him. Still on my knees and body twisted like a pretzel, I looked up at him, as he grinned arrogantly down at me.

He held his semi-hard dick in his right hand and pulled my head toward it. I couldn't believe it, as my mouth instinctively opened.

"Clean me up, like a good little bitch," he barked, as he shoved himself into my mouth.

I did as commanded, tasting his cum, as he pressed himself into the hilt. In his softened state, I could take him in my mouth, imagining my bulging cheeks as I looked up at him.

"Captain Cock-whore, you have outdone yourself today. Thank you." He slowly pushed and pulled my head, stretching his softening dick as he pulled me back, then I sucked him back in as he pushed me forward. I hated that my cock was stirring again, as he used my mouth. He continued casually talking to me, as I sucked him clean.

"So. You will be out for what did you say? Was it ten days?" I nodded, still clinging to his dick. "So, for the first seven days, we'll FaceTime, and you'll ride your dildo for me." I nodded. "Then you'll take a few days off..."

He pondered as my cock continued its betrayal and stiffened again. Something about having him in my mouth made my cock come alive. When I recalled having four orgasms in twenty-four hours, I couldn't believe it was still uncontrollable.

"We're gonna have to arrange a 'poker night' to give you an excuse to come over when you get back. That will give us a few hours. Sound good, CC?" I nodded, my cock fully stiff again. "I'm sure Amy would be happy to see you making new friends." He smiled. "Yeah, this could be a regular thing. Of course, you'll need to service Officer Reeves, as needed. We've gotta keep him satisfied, or you could be doing some time in county. Hmm, I wonder, though, a cock-whore wouldn't really consider prison a punishment, would you?"

I didn't respond. Then he pulled out and stepped back.

"Fuck, Captain Cock-whore, you're so excitable. Damn, that little thing is stiff again." He looked at the goodies bag, shaking his head. "Looks like you will need your dildo, after all."

"No, sir, I'm fine..."

"Nonsense, CC, I promised I'd let you jack off whenever you serviced me and you deserve it today, my friend. Get your lube and dildo and I'll let you see how you look in your uni." He bent and picked up the spatula then pulled his phone from his robe pocket, as I got the items from the goodies bag.

He stood there, smirking down at me, his spent, limp dick bigger than my hard-on. I noticed his toned abs, peeking through the gap in his robe.

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

Even as I followed his commands, the thought of him filming me again, made me sick to my stomach. When I recalled coming with the dildo vibrating my prostate, not even touching my cock, my boner only intensified. I spread the lube on, with two hands, reminding me of the two handfuls of his cock, I had that first morning.

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

I handed him the remote control and heard it come on, in high pulse mode. It was sad I could tell that, just from the sound. After the pounding he delivered, the dildo went in rather easily. The last largest ball stung a bit, but the vibration turned it to a pleasing tingle quickly.

As I pressed the third ball in, the vibration of my balls and prostate caused me to moan.

"You are a little slut, aren't you, CC?" he asked, as he sat in a chair to watch the show. His robe fell open, as he spread his legs.

Despite the humiliation, and the fact he was recording me again, my hips rocked on the rubber cock.

He toyed with the remote, turning it to constant on, off, on low, med, high and back to pulse causing me to grunt. I gripped my cock and spread the lube over it. I needed the humiliation session to end and the feel of the lube on my boner, gave me hope I could end this quickly.

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

Later, on the video, I would see the anger in my tomato-red face, as he taunted me again. Nonetheless, as I squatted on the eight-inch dildo with my feet against my hips and it vibrated inside me, my hips rolled with a mind of their own. They rolled in a slow circular motion trying to hit my prostate with the vibrator.

My eyes closed, and I began to raise up and down, as I rolled. My moans grew louder and my movements faster. I told myself the sooner you come, the sooner you're out of here. I could feel the intensity on my prostate and imaged myself coming again, just from the dildo; when suddenly, it stopped vibrating.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. My head was sweating from the mask, and I felt the urge to yank it off, but thought better of it, particularly with him recording me.

"What's up, CC?" he teased.

"Turn it back on, please," I asked, meekly.

"You like it in the ass, don't you, Captain Cock-whore?" He stared into my eyes, smiling knowingly.

"Yes, sir. Please turn-- huh!" It kicked in on high. "Thank you, sir."

My hips began to roll forward and back, as I raised up and down. Each time it hit my prostate, a tingling rush passed through my lower body.

"Are you my bitch, Captain?" His eyes cut through me, as he spoke.

"Oh yes," I sighed.

"You've already come twice this morning and you're hard as rock again." I nodded, somehow feeling protected by the mask, eyes moving from 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 degradation, the tingle returned to my spent cock at the thought of him in my mouth. His continued gaze meant that I would, in fact, be licking my spunk off the floor yet again.

As I turned to lick it up, on hands and knees, he laughed as my ass faced him. "Your little pussy is still wide-open, CC. Better put a pad on, so my seed doesn't soak through your jogging panties for the world to see. Especially Amy, that could be awkward."

The anger flooded back, as I licked the remnants of my shame off the floor.

"Good job, CC. I'll let you know about poker night. It's a four-hundred-dollar buy-in, but I'm sure if there's cock involved, you're all in, am I right?" He tapped the business end of the spatula in his palm for effect.