Stories From The 6 Train 2(166)

I look up at him expectantly, and that’s when the other two men enter the bedroom, their belts curled around their hands. I look from the belts to Parker, and he just smiles at me.

“You’re all mine now, Amy,” he explains as the men hand him the belts. Placing one knee on the mattress, he reaches for one of my arms and loops the belt around my wrist. He then ties it to one of the bedposts, and then does the same with my other arm. “No escaping now,” he whispers, and I strain against the belts, testing Parker’s knots. He’s right; there’s no escape for me now.

“And what are you going to do?” I ask him, running my tongue between my lips as he climbs on top of the mattress, positioning himself between my legs. Placing his hands under my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide and lays his body on mine; he grabs his cock with one hand and starts brushing its tip up and down against my pussy, teasing me.

“This is what I’m going to do,” he finally replies, feeding one inch of his cock into my pussy. I throw my head back as I feel his shaft sliding inside of me, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as my inner walls strain to accommodate his massive member.

“Oh God,” I let out as he buries his cock all the way inside of me, my pussy stretched wide. Feeling the mattress shifting under me, I open my eyes just in time to see the man in the white mask climbing on the mattress and kneeling close to my head, his cock casting a long shadow over my face. The man in the black mask follows after him, positioning himself on the other side of my head, and I feel my insides clenching.

Let’s do this, I think to myself as I crane my neck and open my mouth as wide as I can. Responding in kind, the two men inch closer to each other, only stopping when the tip of their cocks are touching, and I lay my lips right on their meeting point, tracing the contour of both their cocks with my tongue.

Parker starts thrusting at exactly the same time, his cock sliding out of my pussy and then back in again with a blur of movement. I start licking the two cocks in front of me at a furious pace, Parker’s thrusts making me lose all control of my body. Opening my mouth even wider, I turn my head to the side and allow one of the cocks, the one belonging to the man in the black mask, to slide deep into my mouth, all the way in until its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring the huge cock filling my mouth, and the man in the white mask decides to bend over and focus on my tits.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel him wrapping his lips around my rosy tip, and I’d moan if I didn’t have a massive shaft pushing down on my tongue. Somehow, I manage to keep on sucking as Parker fucks me, but it’s getting harder and harder to keep my focus, especially now that the man in the white mask has let go of my nipple: his tongue is running down the curve of my breast, making a downward line over my belly… He goes all the way to between my thighs, his mouth dangerously close to Parker’s cock, and then he wraps his lips around my clit and starts sucking on it.

“OH FUCK,” I cry out, the cock inside my mouth popping out with a wet sound as I let my head fall down onto the mattress. The man in the black mask follows after me with his cock, silencing my screams of pleasure as he shoves his long member into my mouth once again.

My mind is stretched thin now, my brain overheating as every single nerve ending in my body seems to be sending a constant stream of information. My mouth, my clit, my pussy… It’s hard to keep track of all the places in my body from where pleasure is stemming from, you know?

And, to help matters, Parker has upped his pace; his fingers are digging deep into my ass cheeks, and his cock is sliding in and out of my pussy so fast that I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. Which, really, doesn’t matter much: all that matters is that he’s inside of me, ravaging my pussy as only he knows how.

Parker is unlike any other man I’ve ever met. He’s not bound by society’s rules, and even ethics seem like a footnote to him… These two things would turn most men into wild beasts, but not Parker. The person he is has grown out of a strong sense of self, and he understands what’s right and what’s wrong at a primal intuitive level. He doesn’t need laws and rules to stop him from doing the wrong thing and, in a way that explains what’s happening right now.

I mean, he’s sharing me with two hot men. It’s like he doesn’t even know what jealousy means. And that’s because he has risen above that. He cares about making me happy, about pleasing me, and he doesn’t care if that involves sharing me. Because, in truth, he’s not even sharing me: the masked men are just an extension of himself, his instruments of pleasure. And that’s exactly the way I like it. I don’t want to be shared or used by random men, but I want to feel Parker’s dominance in every possible way, and I want him to drown me in pleasure until I simply can’t take it anymore. Which is exactly what’s happening right now.