The Move Chapter 7, Part 2 of 5

The Move
Chapter 7, Part 2 of 5

"I need my cock in your ass, please!" I yelled as I fucked the mattress.

My hands were spread out next to my hips, palms down, and my toes pressed against the sheets so I could slide my body up and down, rubbing myself harder and harder. I envisioned Mark standing next to the bed, watching me as I showed him how much I wanted his cock.

"Please, Mandy, let me fuck your ass," I shouted, envisioning the overhead view of my naked body spread eagle fucking the mattress for her.

Even with the bed secured to the wall, I could hear the thud with each thrust of my body against the sheets. As my climax built, the image of me wearing thigh highs from my outfit as she watched me do it pushed me over the edge.

"Oh Fuck! I'm coming for your cock! Coming for your Ah! Ah! Ah!"

My body stiffened, and my back arched as my orgasm hit. Instinctively, my right hand slid under me and gripped my cockhead. I captured as much cum as I could so the sheets wouldn't be soiled. I did it so my mom wouldn't know what I'd done back then.

I collapsed flat on the bed, with my cockhead buried in my palm. That being my sixth orgasm in two days, I was able to quickly capture all the cum in my palm. I lay there catching my breath, holding my cum coated cock under me. After a moment, I rolled over, breathed deeply, and slowly returned to earth. In College, I would have grabbed some tissues and cleaned my cum up. But Captain Cock does things differently. He licked the cum off his fingers and palm as Mandy would have done.

I got through the day as best I could, trying not to dwell on how pathetic I had been after my one-day reprieve. I was excited about what she would have me do on the drive to my hotel.

The closer I got, the more my heart raced, and cock stirred. I was angry and ashamed that I was reacting this way. Any voice of reason was doused by the tingling in my cock, that had to be satisfied.

At 8:00 PM Pacific time, I face-timed her from my burner phone, holding it close enough to my face she could not see I was naked.

"Captain Cock. Right on time, my friend." Her arrogant smile was wide and bright. "Where are you, CC?"

"In my hotel bathroom," I responded meekly.

"I do like your attitude and manners so far. But based on your track record, I need to make sure. Show me." She said matter of fact.

I panned around the room and was quickly interrupted.

"Holy shit, CC, are you already naked? Show yourself in the mirror."

I did as commanded and stood there buck naked, cock at full attention.

"Captain fucking Cock. You've been looking forward to this."

There was no point in denying it. I didn't see any reason to fight it at this point.

"Do you have my dildo ready, captain?" she asked, smiling wildly.

"Yes," I replied and panned toward the toilet seat. "I've applied the lube too."

"Wow, I don't know what to say, CC. You are happy in your new role, aren't you?"

"Yes. Thank you.

"This is almost too easy, Captain, but I appreciate your compliance. It will become more important as we spend more time face to face, or should I say cock to face."

"Yes," I replied, looking at the camera.

"Excellent Captain. Look how hard you are. I bet your wife would love to see you that hard when you get home."

"I hated when she talked about Amy, but the feel of my cock touching her ass had me oozing pre-cum in anticipation." I'd never felt an ass before her, not even Amy’s, as she did not like her ass poked.
It just added so much to an orgasm it's hard to describe.

"First, I want you to tell me what you were thinking about before you called CC. You are eager."

"I can't stop thinking about your sweet pussy and your tight ass, Mandy."

"What about them?"

"I want to be inside you. I want it in my hands, holding your ass. I like your pussy on my face. I want my dick in your mouth and then in your ass. I think about it all the time. As I want your cock in my ass fucking it hard and your cum in my mouth, Mandy moans.

"I'm glad you've come to grips with your true calling."
  
"Oh," I panted.

"You feel it?"

"Yes, can I please push it in, Mandy?"

I did so slowly but steadily, pausing after her sphincter relaxed on the neck of my cock.

"How does that feel, Mandy?"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, please, push it in?" My legs felt like they might cramp as I held myself in the position.

"You take it to my balls in your slutty little asshole."

"Thank you, she sighed as I drove balls deep."

Show me how a true cock-whore comes without touching her pussy."

She wanted to experience that wild orgasm again by working the vibrator against her G-spot.

"Thank you. Can I please have it all now?"

"Since you asked nicely, you may."

"Thank you," She groaned as I pushed it in, taking the strain off her knees.

The dildo vibrated deep inside her, and she rolled her hips filled by the eight-inch cock.

Her ass relaxed on the toilet seat as the eight-inch cock remained in her ass. "Please turn it up, Captain Cock; it feels so good," She begged.

"Such a good little bitch," I whispered as the dildo switched to high speed and pulsed inside her ass.

"Oh, thank you, Captain," she gasped. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened, and she groaned with pleasure. I squeaked as my rock-hard cock slid into her open mouth. She monad and started licking and sucking my cock, bobbing her head.

Mandy seemed to leave her body as the plastic cock sent pulsing waves of pleasure through her body. I surrendered to the sensation of her sucking my cock. I spoke in broken gasps of bliss. "Oh fuck, I Cumming, my cock throbbing, releasing my cum down her throat. That feels so good.” Oh God, she yelled I'm going to come.”

She ground her ass against the seat, pushing every bit of the dildo inside her, rubbing the ball against her ass. "Fuck! I'm coming as the dildo vibrating cock, oh my God, coming so hard."

Her voice squeaked as her G-spot throbbed and Dildo pulsed forward and back, pumping her orgasms to a new high.

Her mouth hung open, and I grunted like an animal as her body jerked uncontrollably while every muscle in my body seemed to contract in wave after wave of unbridled bliss of squirting orgasm.

 As her orgasm passed, she regained some composure; she wiggled slowly on the rubber cock in awe of the intensity of what felt like a full-body climax.

“I've been good!” I exclaimed, like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. She knew! Fuck!

“Stevie, are you telling me the truth?”

Stevie was a new one; I hadn't used it before. It only added to the busted child vibe. “Yes, Mandy,” I replied, looking at the floor. Why I continued to lie is beyond me. But the thought of the spatula on my ass was terrifying.

"I think you jerk off too much, Captain Cock. I want to see you clean up every drop of cum off the floor while I watch, and we'll see if you are being truthful."

I began by running my fingers up my shaft, collecting it with my fingers. Then I held them to the camera and ensured she saw it. Next, I sucked them clean and repeated until I got it all off my cock and ball. After that, I stood up and zoomed in on the floor, showing the puddle of spunk on the floor as close as possible to make it look as magnified as possible.

"Lap that up and show me your tongue with it." She said.

As I complied, I was thankful the surface of the floor looked perfectly clean, and the faint smell of cleanser lingered, even though the scent of my cum. I pooled it onto my tongue and did my best to collect some spit along with it. As I held the phone to capture my tongue curled into a bowl shape pooled with cum, I found myself at yet another new low.

"She barked; I would have thought you'd had enough spatula, Stevie, but not!"

"But I, a, did as you..."

"How many times did you masturbate yesterday? Be honest, it will go that much easier for you, my friend."

My inner voice screamed, "You are not my fucking friend!"

"No, I, a..."

"The spatula is the only tool that brings honesty, Stevie. You are a terrible liar, which makes you all the better as my ass fucker. Nonetheless, I am done with your lack of compliance. I think it's time to bring Amy into this..."

"No, please! Three times! I swear." I yelled in a panic. I immediately realized how pathetic that statement was. As if she wouldn't believe I only masturbated three times in twenty-four hours.

"Three times! Fuck CC you have another superpower. Able to jack off more than any mere mortal."

I sat back down on the stool and stared pathetically at the screen as she pondered my fate.

"I'm just not sure what to do with you, Stevie," she said condescendingly. "You have real problems with the truth..."

I decided to stroke her ego and beg for forgiveness. It was all I could think of. I did not want that spatula again. "I'm so sorry, Mandy; I can't stop thinking about that sweet tight asshole of yours! You said we would watch the video together, and when you canceled, I couldn't help but watch it alone. I wanted it so bad when I saw myself coming for you; I couldn't wait."

"Tell me about all three times, Stevie," she said without emotion.

I described the previous night's events and saw her face light up as I did. I went into every detail, alter ego, on the video. I even told her how excited I got watching myself in my Captain Cock outfit. I went on to talk about getting excited in the shower fucking the rubber pussy, and as I jacked off again. By the time I got through describing my morning session of fucking the sheets, my cock was rock hard. It was as if something had snapped in my head, and I wanted her to know everything. I told her I imagined being in my outfit as she watched me jacking myself off on the sheets for her.

"Thank you for your honesty. You are a real horny fucker, Stevie. Are you hard again?"

"Yes, sir," I said shamefully.

"Show me?" I panned the camera down. "Holy shit, maybe we should call you Boner Boy instead." She laughed. "No, you are a Senior Captain; we should give you the respect you deserve, Captain... Cock."

I said nothing but panned the camera back to my face.

"Hard to punish you after being that honest with me. Tell you what, no more coming tonight, understood!"

"Yes, Mandy," I replied meekly.

"Good, if you ever make yourself come without my permission again, you will pay with your ass, got it?"

"Yes, Mandy."

"You're where, again tomorrow, Captain?"

"Minneapolis, Mandy."

"Good, same time zone. When you get to your hotel, you will FaceTime and replay exactly what you did both times last night. Then in the morning, you will set up the camera so I can see that tight little ass clench when you fuck your bed for me and replay your third violation.'

"Then you will be done for the week. You will save up for poker night next weekend. You may not, under any circumstances, masturbate again after you put your show on for me." You may only come with your wife or when I tell you from now on. You must keep your sweet Amy satisfied as much as possible. You will be punished if you ever come without Amy or I present. Do you understand CC?"

"Yes, Mandy, thank you, Mandy," I said with a slight military cadence.

"Good night then, Captain. Please show some self-control this evening and let that little cock soften on its own. Don't overthink about tomorrow night, or you'll fall right back into bad habits that will get that tight little ass lit up."

"Good night, Mandy," I said obediently.

I was good and spent, so maintaining control was no difficulty that evening. But as the next day progressed, the closer I came to our call time, I found my mind wandering and cock stiffening. It was unbelievable that the thought of humiliating myself on camera sent such an intense rush through my body. I was almost oblivious to the reality of my situation. I was married with children. I am a professional pilot, an excellent provider for my family, and a caring husband and father. Yet with each passing moment, the tickling tingle in my cock grew stronger, overshadowing everything. I wanted her to watch as I showed her how much I enjoyed her ass. In my more lucid moments, I would see how pathetic and unsustainable this situation was, but soon, that growing throbbing tingle would take control of my will.




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