Stories From The 6 Train 2(158)

I slide down from the couch, kneeling at his feet while I position my body between his legs. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with anticipation as I reach for his cock and grab it.

“Pleasing you,” I reply, leaning toward his huge member and reaching for it with the tip of my tongue. I lay my tongue against the root of his cock, and then I slide it upward until I’m licking its head. I savor my own fluids on his skin, and that just makes me want to gobble up his cock even more. But I resist that maddening urge; I don’t want to rush this and ruin it.

I let my tongue dance around the tip of his cock for almost a minute, and then I hike down the length of his shaft once more. Curling my fingers around his cock, I start stroking him softly while I wrap my lips around one ball of his and suck it into my mouth. It feels warm and heavy, and I can only imagine how busy it is producing ungodly amounts of cum, which is exactly what I want… Because the surprise I have in store for Parker is the dirty kind of surprise.

Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I suck both of his balls into my mouth and lap at them with my tongue, doing it for as long as I can before I finally start struggling for air. I take his balls out of my mouth and take a deep breath; the moment fresh air fills my lungs, I dive into him again, tilting my head sideways and laying my mouth on the side of his shaft.

I suck on it sideways, closing my eyes as I taste the flavor of my own pussy, and then I run my lips to the tip of his cock. I finally wrap my mouth around it, pressing against it with my tongue, and slowly roll my lips down the length of his shaft. I go down inch by slow inch, taking as much time as I can, and I only let that insane side of me take over when half his cock is already inside my mouth.

He places his hands on the top of my head, barely any pressure to his touch, but I go off like a bomb all the same: I let my head fall down, opening my mouth wide and taking all of his cock inside of me at once. It hits the back of my throat in an instant, and it happens so suddenly and harshly that I almost think he’s going to pierce me from side to side or that I’m going to gag on his member.

But none of that happens; what happens is that he groans, his voice quivering with ecstasy, and then tangles his fingers in my hair. Holding my head in place, he slides his cock out until only its head is inside of me, and then thrusts viciously. He starts fucking my tight little mouth in abandonment, completely ravaging me, and I do nothing but savor the moment.

I moan as he thrusts, the sound of it climbing up my throat and then blanketing his cock. At the same time, I take one hand to his balls and I cup them both, rolling them over my fingers as he keeps on fucking my mouth. But this is my show, not his. Remembering that, I move fast and lay one forearm across his waist, pinning him down to the couch.

His eyes widen in surprise, but then he smiles as he realizes that I want to take the reigns of what’s happening. Still with my forearm on his waist, I take my free hand to his cock and, grabbing it, I start stroking him at the same pace I’m sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison.

I bob my head back and forth for what seems like an eternity, time just an abstract concept to me now. With my mouth completely filled, Parker’s huge cock throbbing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, it feels like things such as time hold no meaning anymore. Only pleasure matters… And, as far as I’m concerned, I’m having the time of my life right now.

And so is Parker, I’d say.

Opening my eyes, I look up at him, and I’d smile if I didn’t have his gigantic member inside my mouth. He has his head thrown back against the headrest, his eyes are closed, and there’s one delightful smile dancing on his lips. It isn’t a simple smile, one born out of happiness or pleasure, but a smile that tells me that he needs me, and my body, to feel whole. And, by all means, I’m happy to oblige.

Focusing on his cock again, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, pushing through the cramps striking the muscles in my neck. Blindly, I take my forearm off his waist and reach behind me with my hand, trying to feel my way around the coffee table with my fingertips. I stop when I feel the clear surface of a martini glass, a glass from the drinks we had last night, and then I curl my fingers around it, bringing it forward and placing it on the floor between my knees. I don’t need it yet, but I want it ready to go.

“Keep going, Amy… Just keep going,” Parker groans, grabbing at my hair. The words come out of his voice as if they were on fire, and I know that he won’t resist me for too long. Soon enough, his cock is going to start pulsing inside my mouth and… Well, and then I’ll be ready for what happens next.