Stories From The 6 Train 2(164)

“What happens now?” I ask Parker, my heart beating faster and faster with each passing second.

“Now you’re going to have the best night of your life,” Parker grins, his hands back on my hips. He pushes me back until I’m against the wall, and then he grabs my wrists, pinning my arms over my head and against the wall.

The masked men follow after us and then they both kneel at my feet, one on either side of my body, their hands climbing up my legs all the way to my inner thighs. Parker’s right, this is probably going to be the best night of my entire life.

“A wicked night for a wicked girl,” Parker whispers, resting his lips on my neck and kissing my skin in an upward line until his mouth is on mine once more. While he kisses me, his hands go around my waist, his fingertips on my lower back, and then he slides them up to my shoulder blades. There, he finds the clasp on my bra and unhooks it.

“Much better,” he says, his mouth now sliding down my chin and neck, all the way toward my cleavage. There, he grabs at my bra with his teeth and pulls on it, its straps sliding down my arms in a hurry. With a grin, he lets go of the bra and it floats down to the floor, Parker’s hands darting to my naked tits at the same time.

He squeezes them eagerly, my flesh shifting under his touch, and then wraps his lips around my left nipple. He sucks on it hard, forcing me to release a loud moan; at the same time, the masked men caress my inner thighs, their fingers dangerously close to my wet thong. Perhaps feeling me ready, they finally go for it, pressing their hands between my thighs harshly.

“Oh, God,” I purr, my brain struggling to process everything that’s happening right now. Parker’s devouring my right nipple, one hand of his squeezing my left breast, and now I have a set of hands pressing on my pussy and massaging it. My poor brain doesn’t even know what it should focus on right now. Oh, if all problems were like this the world would be a much better place, wouldn’t you say?

“Feels good, doesn’t it? And we’re just getting started,” he tells me, looking straight into my eyes and flattening his free hand over my stomach. He runs it down slowly until it meets the hem of my thong, and then he lets his fingers slide under the fabric. The masked men take their hands off me as Parker cups my pussy, his long fingers pressing against my soaked folds, and I let out a yelp of pleasure.

Curling his hand, he caresses my pussy lips with his middle finger, moving it up and down the length of my wetness. I hold my breath as he does it, my heart drumming a song of crazed lust inside my chest, and then I feel the masked men hooking their fingers on my outer thigh, grabbing at my thong and pulling it down my legs. I kick it off once it reaches my ankles, and then flatten my back against the wall as Parker parts my pussy lips with his middle finger and starts sliding it in.

I gasp as I feel his finger going in, only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. Every muscle in my body tenses up, almost as if they were turning into steel and concrete, and then Parker slides one more finger inside of me.

The men in the white mask takes his hands up to my ass, squeezing both my cheeks harshly, and the one in the black mask reaches for my clit with two fingers, pressing down on it. Parker starts fingering me then, flicking his wrist at a steady pace and sliding his two fingers in and out of my pussy. Each time he touches my G-spot it feels as if I’m stepping on a live wire, electricity crawling inside my pussy and climbing up my spine.

My head is pressed against the wall, my back arched as I let out moan after moan, my brain adrift in a sea of pleasure. And, just like Parker told me, they’re only getting started.

“Oh, that’s… I… I’m going to… “I mumble, but I shut up real quick when my pussy starts tightening up around Parker’s fingers, my brain sending the order to unleash all endorphins available into my bloodstream. I throw my head back so hard that I might crack the wall, gritting my teeth and hissing through them as a violent orgasm rages inside me. “So good… So fucking good,” I whisper, my voice heavy with ecstasy.

“That was the warm-up,” Parker replies, sliding his fingers out of my pussy and taking one step back. As he does it, the two other men go up to their feet and move back, standing by Parker’s side. Closing my eyes, I let my wobbly legs buckle under my weight and allow my body to slide down the wall, sitting on the floor with a sigh.

“I was going to tell you to get on your knees… But it looks like you’re way ahead of me,” Parker tells me, loosening the knot on his tie and then taking it out. The masked men mimic him, taking their ties off, and then they start unbuttoning their dress shirts, their fingers moving deftly and popping button after button.