Stories From The 6 Train 2(151)

Parker’s looking down at me with serious eyes, blue flames of ravenous lust dancing there. Before I can even say or do anything, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up to my feet. I gasp as he does it, and then his hands go down my waist and he turns me around. He does it fast, laying one forearm across my shoulder blades and forcing me to bend over. I lay my naked chest across the surface of his desk, and then he grabs the knot on his tie, holding me by the wrists.

“Do it,” I cry out, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and loving every second of it. Using his free hand, he caresses the contour of my ass cheeks, and then slaps me hard across them. I gasp again, not expecting it, and press my forehead against his desk. His hand falls on my ass over and over again, and each time I feel its impact is like a small explosion goes off inside my skull.

I’m still busy trying to process the way he’s smacking me when I suddenly feel the tip of his cock going down my ass crack. Grabbing his cock, he pushes it down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips, and then he just thrusts.

I grit my teeth hard so that I don’t scream, but that’s an almost impossible mission: his cock goes inside of me so fast, and stretching me so wide, that the pleasure I’m feeling just demands to be turned into sound. Somehow, I manage to keep quiet… But the quieter I get, the harder Parker thrusts.

Still holding me by the tie, keeping my arms stretched behind my back, he slams his cock into me repeatedly. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks fills the whole office, bouncing off the walls and getting back to me like some disjointed melody of sinful pleasure. The sound of taboo and lust.

“You’re so fucking tight…” Parker groans, thrusting so hard that the whole desk seems to rattle under my naked body. “I can’t get enough… of your pussy…” he continues, finally letting go of the tie and placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

My eyes are closed now, but I can’t stop the fireworks from going off behind my shut eyelids. Ecstasy rushes through my veins, my heart pumping fast and loud, and I let myself be carried down a raging river of pleasure. Perhaps feeling me dangling over the edge, Parker takes one hand around my waist and, wasting no time, he finds my clit straight away and presses down on it with two of his fingers.

The moment he does it, an electrical storm starts raging inside my head. My thoughts seem to fly in opposite directions, banging against the inside of my skull, and even my eyes seem to be rolling in their orbits. I curl my toes, digging my heels into the carpeted floor of Parker’s office, and a shot of pleasure flies from there to my scalp, engulfing every single inch of my body in orgasmic madness.

“Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, like some forgotten mantra, trying to fool my brain into not screaming. It’s getting harder and harder to do, but so far I’ve managed to keep the noise to a minimum. Which, really, is a miracle, Parker’s fucking me so hard, that any other woman would just scream her lungs out until they simply exploded inside her ribcage. But this isn’t my first rodeo with Parker and, as such, I’ve come into this mentally prepared.

“More… I want more,” I groan as Parker slides his cock out of my pussy. The moment his cock pops out, I push my forehead against the desk and use it as a leverage to get back up. I turn on my heels then, needing to face him, and he acts fast: he grabs me by the hips again and, pushing me up, sits me on his desk.

I spread my legs by instinct, and he closes the distance between us, his naked body between my thighs. Crossing my legs behind his lower back, I pull him into me until his cock is brushing against my drenched folds, and then I just look into his eyes and show him one exhausted grin.

“Go on,” I tease him, spurring him with my heels, and he just returns my grin. The moment he thrusts, it’s as if a nuclear detonation has gone off inside my head; my inner walls move to accommodate his massive cock once more, and he drives it so deep inside of me that my body seems to be burning up from the inside out.

“As… hard… as… you… can…” I manage to tell him between breaths, his cock once more sliding in and out of me at that relentless pace. Hearing my words, he presses his forehead against mine, and then reaches for my lips with his. We kiss in abandonment, the pace of his thrusting growing into a maddening crescendo, and I simply forget where I am, or who I am. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

The whole world fades around me as if it was a mere illusion, and as if the two only real people in the universe were Parker and I. His body and mine. In this moment in time, we are one.