Stories From The 6 Train 2(83)

Without bothering to say a thing, she simply smirks at me and turns on her heels. You’ll regret this, her eyes seem to tell me, but I don’t give a fuck. Right now, I’m on the verge of cumming, and all I want is for her to get the fuck out of my office. Becca knows that I’m close and, acting mischievously, she starts to suck with a renewed spirit, moving fast but careful enough to not make a sound.

As Lorna reaches the door and grabs the handle, I can’t stop myself; pleasure explodes inside of me and I come like a fucking geyser. My cock spasms violently, pushing down on Becca’s tongue, and my load gushes inside of her delicious mouth. Still with my hands balled into fists, my fingernails dig into the palm of my hands with enough strength to draw blood. My muscles are so tense that they might just snap, and that’s exactly when Lorna turns around and throws me one final look of contempt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I grit my teeth as hard as I can, returning her look with a blank expression as I do my best to hide the fact that, right now, I’m cumming my fucking brains out.

Finally, she turns on her heels and leaves, slamming the door behind her. The moment I hear the sound of the door closing, I lean against the chair and throw my head back, groaning loudly and placing my hands on top of Becca’s head.

I look down at her and grin, seeing how my cum is already dripping down her chin. Her mouth is brimming with semen, but she keeps her lips tightly wrapped around my thickness, not letting go.

When the last spasms of my cock finally die out, she slowly rolls her lips back and allows my cock to pop out of her mouth. She purses her lips, keeping all of my cum inside, and gets up, sitting on my lap and lacing my neck with both her arms. With a smile, she opens her mouth and shows me all the cum that I’ve gushed inside of her, acting like a girl who wants to make her man proud.

“This was fucking insane, baby girl,” I tell her, still breathing so hard that my lungs are hurting from the effort. Smiling at my words, she throws her head back and swallows; I look at her in a trance, watching how the muscles in her neck move as my semen goes down her throat.

“It was,” she whispers, leaning into me and pressing her lips on mine. I close my eyes as I feel the wetness in her lips, the salty flavor of my own seed inundating me at once. “I couldn’t stop,” she smiles, pulling back from my kiss and looking into my eyes. Smiling back, I start laying gentle kisses on her chin, scooping up the strands of cum that made their way there. I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing, acting on pure instinct.

I couldn’t stop, her words echo inside of my head, and I realize that those words represent everything about this fucked up situation; even though we’re in the wrong, we can't stop.

And, fuck, I don’t even want to stop.





Becca





Locked away in my cramped office, I don’t even notice the hours passing by. When I look up at the clock on the wall, it already marks 9 pm. I lean back against my chair and take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes. I’ve been sitting here for God knows how long, looking over all the incongruences I’ve found in the papers Mason gave me. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s going on, but there’s something fishy about the company my mother wants him to invest in.

But, right now, I need a break. I get up from my chair and head out of my small office, stepping out into the corridor. I go straight for the coffee machine at the end of the corridor, and that’s when I realize that Mason is already there, leaning against the wall and sipping on a cup while he looks at something on his cellphone. When he notices me walking toward him, he raises his eyes from his phone and smiles at me.

“Working late?” he asks, his smile telling me that he hasn’t forgotten about what happened a few hours ago. I know I should have stopped whatever it is that’s going on between him and I, but I just can’t. It’s stronger than me. Even though we’re heading toward a dark place, I can’t resist it.

“Going over a few documents,” I respond, smiling back at him. When I close the distance between the two of us, Mason has already gotten me a cup of coffee out of the machine. He gives it to me and, as I grab the cup, my hand brushes against his. His warmness spreads to my fingers and I feel my insides clenching, the memories of his cock deep inside my mouth bubbling up to the surface. I could do it all over again, right now; I’d just go down on my knees, unbutton his pants, and take his long shaft inside my mouth until he came again. Still, even though I’m walking down the devil’s road, there’s some self-restraint inside of me.

“A hard worker,” he says, that gentle smile on his lips. “I like that… I like that a lot,” he continues, and I suspect that he prefers me to work hard when I’m on my knees, his fat cock between my lips. To be honest, I prefer to work hard that way as well. As fun as it is to look at spreadsheets and graphs all day, nothing beats having a cock as thick as Mason’s buried deep inside of your mouth. Hey, I’m just being honest here; don’t judge.