Stories From The 6 Train 2(159)

“Don’t fucking stop,” he continues, his voice fraught with tension, and I start going even faster than before. I’m going so fast that all I see from my hand is a blur of color and movement, and I’m actually surprised I haven’t broken my neck yet. But even if I did, it’d be totally worth it. When I’m with Parker, everything’s worth it and everything’s perfect.

I suck him until the first spasm runs up his shaft, and then I act fast. I take his cock out of my mouth and just keep on stroking him. With my free hand, I reach for the glass between my knees and grab it, bringing it up to his cock.

“What are you doing?” he asks me, his words coming out as a groan. He has one eyebrow arched in curiosity, but his smile is an amused one.

“Wait and see,” I purr at him, moving my hand as fast as I can over his shaft. “Just let go, daddy,” I continue, allowing the word daddy to linger on my lips as I speak. And that’s all it takes: the moment my words reach him, his cock starts spasming violently against my fingers, and a thick strand of cum jumps out from its tip.

It his me across the face, a thick white line that goes over my closed lips and reaches for my forehead. I move fast then, angling his cock downward and tilting the glass forward, just in time to get the second strand of cum inside there.

“Fuck,” Parker groans as he starts gushing an endless river of cum, his white seed spraying the curved inside of the glass like a tidal wave. I keep on stroking him as he comes, my eyes widening as I watch his cum filling up the glass. And all it takes is a few seconds; the glass is brimming now, heavy beads of cum dripping down from it and caressing my curled fingers.

I let go of his cock when the last drops of cum simply fall down and drip down onto his shaft, and then I bite down on my lower lip and look up at him.

“You’re insane,” he grins, his eyes going from mine to the glass I’m holding in my hands.

“I know… and that’s why you can’t resist me,” I shoot back at him, going back to my feet carefully and trying not to spill the cum inside of the glass. I climb on top of his body, straddling him again, and bring the glass up to my mouth until it’s just a few inches away from my lips.

“What are you doing?” he asks me, a wide smile brightening his face.

“What do you think?” I whisper, touching my lips to the edge of the glass, and reaching for the white pool of cum with the tip of my tongue. I scoop up just a few drops, and bring my tongue back inside my mouth, closing my eyes as I swallow. His saltiness makes me skin prickle, his raw manly flavor burning its way down my throat.

“This is how crazy you make me,” I say, once again placing my lips against the glass. This time, instead of just scooping a few drops of it with my tongue, I tilt the glass toward me and let his seed flow into my mouth, filling it. I smile at him, open my mouth to show him my cum-coated tongue, and then just swallow once more.

Despite my free-of-prejudice background, me being a player in the sex industry and all, I’ve never done anything as crazy as this. But being with Parker just unleashes that wild Amy, crazy whispers of temptation echoing inside my mind and driving me toward that fabled place where there are no limits.

“Take it all,” I hear Parker’s voice, and I open my eyes just in time to see him taking the glass out of my hands. He brings it up to my mouth, and I smile as I reach for it with my lips, opening my mouth as wide as I can as Parker tilts the glass toward my mouth.

His seed fills me up in a heartbeat, and thick strands of cum drip down the side of my mouth and chin, making their way down my neck and inevitably going over the curve of my breasts.

Pulling the glass back, Parker empties the rest over my naked chest, painting me in white. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I feel his fluids caressing my naked skin, its warmness like a blanket of pleasure and lust.

“This is so fucking insane,” Parker grins, throwing the glass to the side and running both his hands through my hair. “So fucking insane,” he repeats, his eyes roaming over my glistening skin as he takes in the scene.

Swallowing the cum inside my mouth, I then grab his face with both my hands and look into his eyes. “It is insane… And so is this,” I whisper as I lean into him and, before he can do a thing about it, I shove my cum-coated tongue inside his mouth. Surprisingly, he doesn’t push me back; instead, he kisses me with abandonment, stealing whatever cum is still inside my mouth with his frenetic kiss.

“I love insane,” he tells me, pulling back from my kiss and smiling, his lips glistening from the cum. Moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to roll to the side, laying me down on the couch. “And now someone will have to clean all this mess…” he whispers, his eyes trained on the strands of cum making their way down my stomach and straight toward the wet space between my thighs.