A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

"I hope things get better with him. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that."

"It'll be okay, I'm getting used to it. By the way, your lawn guy came by today. A little heads up would have been nice."

"What?" he sounded confused.

"Your lawn guy, you met at the park? What's his name... Mark?" I replied, pretending I couldn't even remember his name. I wondered how Wayne could have forgotten. Then I said to myself, 'of course Wayne didn't suck his cock and get bent over and fucked by him.'

The memory of his cock inside me, sent a rush through me, but was quickly smothered by the wave of guilt. Oddly, in that moment I finally felt a sense of self control.

"Oh Mark. He showed up, today?"

"Yes, he did. Did he have the wrong day? He seemed a little confused that I wasn't expecting him."

Wayne seemed a little off, but I didn't think too much about it since I was completely off by all of this. "Yeah, it was supposed to be next Monday when I'm home. So is he coming back next week?"

"No, he'll be done tomorrow..."

"So he did work today?

"Yeah, he worked like a dog, and got more than half the bushes out." 'Cock-slut' Amy popped into my head with the thought, 'he fucked like a dog and cleaned my bush out.' "I paid him the four hundred you promised, but we need to pay him another four hundred tomorrow. That is hard work, and it is hot as hell this week.

Are you okay with that?"

"Sure, if you think so. How was he?" Wayne asked, sounding subdued.

"He was fine, I think Mom's living some kind of fantasy, like flirting with him. But he gives as good as he gets."

"Do you want me to call him and ask him to come back on Monday, when I'm home?"

"No, no, it's fine. Just give me a heads-up next time. It was a little awkward at first, but he showed me the receipt from the ATM from when you gave him the money to help pay his rent. That was nice of you, by the way," I added, as guilt took over again.

I wondered why I was so quick to poo poo the idea of waiting 'til Wayne was back, to let him finish. But the first instinct was to not let them get together around me. I didn't see that being a good idea at all.

"Just be careful around him. I felt bad for him and gave him some money, but we really don't know him. Make sure you or your mom are not alone with him, just to be safe. I really wanted to be there if he was going to work at the house. He didn't do anything inappropriate did he?"

Then came the big lie. "No, no he was a gentleman."--Up until the point he stuck his cock in my mouth, then bent me over the kitchen table and fucked the shit out of me.

"Good to hear. I miss you and love you."

"Ditto," I replied. It occurred to me that was the first time I ever used ditto with him.

"Are they still in the pool?"

"It's okay, I'll get them out. They will want to talk. Hold on."

I took the phone out and coaxed them out to talk to him. As I watched, guilt washed over me again. Lying seemed to come too easy, I thought to myself. But to tell any of this would ruin everything. When they finished, they hung up without handing me back the phone, giving me a sense of relief.

When they went to get dressed for CiCi's, my mind spun from guilt to replaying the events of the day with a warm tingling rush of excitement. I was disappointed in myself for being so weak, but my libido had not run this high for a long time; it felt like my body was in overload. I rocked nervously, as I waited for them to leave, contemplating the present under the bed. I wondered what it could be, but somehow knew it wouldn't be good.

When they left, I went to my bedroom and pulled it out from under the bed. I had some scissors and cut the scotch tape from all four sides. I opened it to see what appeared to be a pink-colored dildo, proportioned remarkably similar in size to Mark's cock. It was wrapped in bubble wrap with some other items inside. As I stared at it, I thought about how much bigger it was than my little plastic buddy. I was offended that he would give me such a thing, but outrage quickly turned to a shameful curiosity. I unwrapped it and took it in my hand, surprised by the realistic feel. I was reminded of the moment I touched his cock, and felt a warm rush.

I gripped it with both hands and noticed a ribbed section about two thirds the way toward the head. There was also a tube of lube, a charger, and a remote control. I took it all out and held the cock in my left hand and the remote in my right. The cock curved slightly backward with a rubberized ball sack, and on the flat end at the bottom of the ball sack, was the charger connection. I looked at the remote and there was a button with three wavy lines and an orange hue. I pushed it and felt the cock heat up in my hand, causing a similar reaction between my legs. The next button had the outline of a cock with a dotted-lined head extending beyond the solid lined cock head. When I pushed it, the cock extended from the ribbed section to the tip and began to vibrate; I held it as the cock extended and contracted repeatedly. It had about one inch of thrust, and when I hit the button the second time, the pace quickened.

I watched in awe, as the firm rubber dick thrust skyward and imagined what that might feel like inside of me. I stopped it and looked at the last button and it depicted a solid outlined cock head in the middle, with two dotted lined cock heads curving in opposite directions from the center cock head. When I pushed that button, the cock head began to vibrate wildly, and the head flopped side to side in random directions, swinging two inches from centerline, while thrusting up and down. It looked horrifying. I turned it off and it returned to its full upright and locked position, much to my relief.

In the bottom of the box was an envelope. Inside was a thank you card that read.

"THANK YOU FOR AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY MRS. STILSON. I WANT YOU TO HAVE THIS TO REMEMBER ME BY. I THINK IT IS PROPERLY SIZED TO MEET YOUR NEEDS. AS THE NIGHT CAP TO YOUR "COCK SLUT DAY" I WOULD LIKE TO WATCH YOU DEMO IT FOR ME. PLEASE FACETIME ME WHEN YOU ARE READY. XXOO MARK

I read it in disbelief of his arrogance. That was never going to happen. I was pissed at myself for giving into weakness and emboldening him. Once again, the irony of signing off with XXOO did not escape me. There was no hugging and kissing involved in our earlier encounters.

I had his phone number from the resume exchange we made earlier, so I called.

"Well hello, Mrs. Stilson, what a pleasant surprise. Is there something I can do for you?" His voice was excited, yet condescending all at once.

"I just wanted to let you know, I got your present, and unfortunately, I am not going to be able to accept it." I held it in my hand, waving it back and forth.

"I don't understand, it seemed like the perfect gift. It was pretty obvious today that there is a definite need for a properly sized tool for the job."

"I am perfectly happy with things as they are, and as I said, today was a one-off event. I thank you for indulging a fantasy today, and I trust you will be man enough to move on."

"Of course, Mrs. Stilson, but you did say you were indulging for the day and the day is not over. I really wish I were there to lube up that sweet pussy with my tongue. Tasting you was heavenly, I must say..."

"Did you really think I would FaceTime with my ass in the air and masturbate for you to record it?"

"Good Idea with your ass in the air, Mrs. Stilson, we could watch it together sometime."

"I don't think you get it, Mark. There is no 'together sometime'. You're doing a job for us, and we are happy to pay you for it. And yes, you helped me live out a fantasy today, but that was a one-time event. I think it's safe to say we both enjoyed it, and both needed it. But you are a good looking guy and can find lots of outlets for your enjoyment. There is no shortage of young women looking for a young man with your attributes. Clearly, today was not your first time at seduction, and won't be your last. So, please, no more gifts or unannounced visits. Thanks again for a memorable day and see you bright and early."

I hung up, heart racing, and palms sweating on the big rubber cock in my hand. I felt good, all things considered. I put the rubber cock back in the box and thought about keeping it. But it was best to give it back. Who knew how it might come back to haunt me if I kept it. After seeing it, I would have to check into upgrading my plastic buddy, though. I was pretty sure I'd be using it a lot more after meeting Mark.

Then my phone dinged. It was a text from Mark.

Mark: I guess I'll just have to watch this then.

There was an attachment. I opened it and a video began of me bent over the table, tits jiggling as I pleaded, "I love your cock, Mark. It's so much bigger and better than my dildo. I need it so bad, please."

"Such a good girl, Mrs. Stilson. You and Wayne are so nice with such good manners. Thank you."

The camera captured a side view from my head to my ass as my right hand reached down and rubbed his cock head against my clit. Only his torso was in the picture, but it was clear who it was.

"That's so good, Mrs. Stilson, show me how the hot little slut makes herself come?"

"Oh Mark, I'm gonna come!"

I watched myself rub his cock head against my clit frantically, barely able to balance on my other hand.

"Oh God! I'm coming for your cock! I'm coming for ya. Ah!"

I watched my body quake and legs tremble, as I came on camera.

"Coming, f-f-for your... cock! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!"

I stopped it as the progress bar at the bottom told me he had it all, including the pounding fuck that followed. The tingle returned between my legs, as I relived the moment, but quickly diminished when the reality hit that he recorded it all.

I sat down in shock. Was this a threat? It had to be, why else would he have sent it? Fuck! If he showed it to Wayne, that would be it. Marriage over. I felt a panic attack coming on and put my head between my knees to catch my breath and regroup.

After a few moments, I decided to call him again.

"Well, hello again, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me you've changed your mind. It is a woman's prerogative."

"I can't believe you recorded us. You need to delete it now," I said, angrily.

"Did you watch the whole thing, Mrs. Stilson?"

"No!" I barked.

"You should, it's very stimulating. I've watched it a half dozen times and it just gets better and better."

"You did that without my consent, and you need to delete it right now," I commanded.

"Keep it down, Mrs. Stilson, someone will hear," he said, feigning concern.

"No one's here right now..." I stopped wondering why I let that slip.

"Then you can demo my present for me?" he asked gleefully.

"No. I will not."

"Take a deep breath, Mrs. Stilson," he said firmly. "Think about your situation."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Who has the leverage in this situation, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, calmly.

I went silent, knowing the answer, and desperately thinking of a way out.

"What is it you want Mr. Thomas?"

"I would like you to call me Mark, for starters, Mrs. Stilson."

"What is it you want... Mark?"

"I want to give you what you need, Mrs. Stilson, nothing more."

"And what is it you think I need, Mark?"

"I do appreciate your compliance, Mrs. Stilson. Thank you for calling me Mark. I think we've established what you need, Mrs. Stilson. A real fucking cock," He continued in his matter-of-fact manner, "I accept that today is a 'one off?' Is that what you called it?"

"Yes, it is."

"We're in complete agreement. But today is not over and I owe you two orgasms after the fabulous blowjob you gave me in your kitchen."

"Out of your respect for women?"

"You do pay attention, Mrs. Stilson. Thank you for that."

"So, here's how it's going to work. I'm going to hang up and call you back in five minutes on FaceTime. You're going to have my gift ready for use; that beautiful body free from all coverings; ass in the air, as you suggested, fully framed on my screen; so you can show me how a cock-slut uses a man-sized fuck-toy to make herself come. When you properly thank me by coming twice for me, we can call it a day. Tomorrow, I will bring my phone and we can delete the videos together, and go our separate ways--like ships that passed in the night. Are you in agreement, Mrs. Stilson?"

I stuttered trying to think of a response. "And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll keep our little video for a reminder of a remarkable day. I'll do my best to keep it private, but it really is good. On second thought, I'll call back in fifteen. That will give you time to watch the whole thing. If you answer my FaceTime, great; if not, I'll have my answer.

In the meantime, I want you to think about this. I will be thinking about that beautiful ass in the air and my tongue tasting that luscious pink paradise once again. Damn you tasted so good today, Mrs. Stilson. I'll never forget how warm and soft those precious pussy lips felt, wrapped around my tongue, while your tender smooth buns sandwiched my nose. It's torture to think I'll never experience that taste of heaven again.

So, please forgive my taking advantage of the situation, this one time. I just can't bear to miss one last dalliance before this magical day ends."

I couldn't believe how quickly his words had my pussy tingling despite his blackmail. I tried for one last plea, "But--" -- click -- he hung up before I could reply.

I was angry and turned on at the same time. I hated that in the midst of being manipulated and blackmailed, my pussy wet for him--after just a few words. But I recalled the mastery of his tongue, as he brought me to such bliss earlier. I wanted more, as badly as he did, but I had so much more to lose. Even as I told myself I had no choice but to comply, my pussy heated and moistened, in anticipation of surrendering to him, and the carnal lust he stirred inside me. It was terrifying, but my body tingled everywhere, thinking of him taking control. It felt as if my skin were covered in tiny bugs crawling and tickling me everywhere.

The internal battle was lost before it began, it seemed. The thoughts of resisting were quickly quashed by the ever-present tingle of excitement. As if an invisible magnet pulled me onward, melting my resistance away. I recalled the tripod we used for holiday pictures, and retrieved it from the closet. As I set it up and clamped in my phone, the little voice of reason screamed out. You're going to present yourself to this stranger like a porn slut! STOP!!!

But the butterflies of excitement pulled me forward, even as I set my phone in selfie mode and held my ass in the air on all fours, to get the best camera angle--that voice of sanity went unanswered. All of the frustrations and anxiety from the move, were washed away by tingling excitement. The feel of his tongue and that magnificent cock, working their magic replayed in my mind. For this one day, being a mother, a wife, and a career woman, would take a back seat. Today, my libido had full reign. I positioned my toys and the lube next to me on the bed.

Then, I stripped naked, climbed onto the bed with my phone and played the video. My naked ass in the air, I rested on my elbows holding the phone in both hands.

I picked up the video after I came from rubbing him against me. He teased my pussy with his cock head, and I rocked my hips in response.

"I think you might be ready, Mrs. Stilson. What do you think?"

"Please, I'm so fucking ready, Mark. Please give me that big fucking cock!"

"I love that slutty little mouth, and you did use the magic word... Your attitude is much improved, but I'll need one more thing, Mrs. Stilson."

I watched him continue to tease me.

"Please, Mark," I pleaded.

"So polite, thank you. A good cock-slut hits her knees and begs to clean her cunt-cum off when she's done. Are you a good cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson."

"Yes pl--"

I watched, as he pushed himself into me and my pussy steamed again, recalling the feeling of that massive heat filling me up.

"Nice and easy, Mrs. Stilson, you are so tight, I'm gonna take my time and make sure we both enjoy this."

"Thank you, Mark. It's so fucking warm."

I couldn't believe how he turned me into a potty-mouthed slut, as I watched him push in a little further with each thrust.

"Oh yes, there it is, Mrs. Stilson. Do you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

His hands gripped my hips, and I watched myself rock back and forth on his cock, moaning louder with each push.

He stood still, and I continued to rock. "The cock-slut likes to drive. Halfway there, Mrs. Stilson."

That's when I pushed slowly but firmly, forcing him all the way in.

Seeing that was all I needed. I stopped the video and FaceTime called him. I sat on the edge of the bed and held the phone out to get my breasts in the frame.

He answered, smiling, "Mrs. Stilson you're early..." his eyes widened, "and naked as directed. Thank you."

"I'm ready Mark. Please... before they get back from the movie."

"And you brought me to your bedroom, Mrs. Stilson. Naughty girl. Let's see the view, shall we?"

I nodded and stepped forward to put the phone in the tripod. It felt like I was outside my body again, as I did what that morning would have been completely unthinkable. I put the phone in place, climbed on the bed, and presented my naked ass for a stranger's pleasure.

"Oh, that's nice, Mrs. Stilson. I am so fucking hard for you."

I smiled like a kid, knowing how excited he was.

"A little to the left..."

I adjusted.

"Up a little..."

I did as commanded.

"I'm afraid we're gonna have to zoom it in some more, Mrs. Stilson."

I groaned in frustration and rolled off the bed to adjust it.

"Okay, hit it once."

I did, and waited for a response.

"Once more, I think."

I hit it again.

"Better, let's try it again."

As I crawled back into position, I sensed he was seeing just how far he could push me, but we both knew he had all the control at that moment.

"Perfect, Mrs. Stilson. Now lube up that right hand and let's get you ready."

Leaning on my left elbow, I squeezed the lube into my right hand and reached between my legs to apply it. My labia were engorged and tender, and as the oily lube coated my clit, the tingling intensified.

"Damn I wish that it was my tongue touching you, Mrs. Stilson," he sighed.

"Oh, yes!" I panted. Recalling my hand on the back of his head as his tongue explored me.

"Is your little clit as hard as it was in my mouth earlier, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Oh yes, Mark. You make me feel so good."

"I want you to imagine my lips and tongue tasting that tender little pussy and lapping up your creamy sweet cum, Mrs. Stilson," he said softly, panting.

"Um-huh, um-huh," I nodded and squeaked, as my fingers penetrated my pussy, while my thumb worked my clit.

"My cock is so hard for you, Mrs. Stilson," he gasped.

The mental image of his huge, granite cock pushed me over the edge, and my fingers moved frantically as my climax approached in record time.

"I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I screamed out, echoing through the bedroom. "Coming! Ah! For. Ah! Your. Cock!"

The orgasm overtook me, as my head dropped onto my forearm. "Clit's so fucking hard! Coming! For! Your! Cock!"

"So hard for you..." he grunted.

I shuddered from a climax as intense as any I'd ever had, in awe of the effect he had on me. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, as I fought to hold my knees under me. Finally, I couldn't take any more and my fingers slowed, to a gentle, circular rub--as my clit emitted its last few jolts of pleasure, causing convulsive spasms with each shot.

"Are you ready for your new toy, Mrs. Stilson. I've heated it up for you," he said, teasingly.

My panting continued, as I regained my composure. After several seconds, I reached for the dildo and to my amazement, it was warm. I wondered how he did that. I had turned it off and the remote still laid on the bed, yet it was at full warmth.