Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

... and clasp Julie's fumbling wrist. He pinned her arm back down against the bed. The same bed where he'd raped her throat. Where he was now tongue-raping Julie's sodden schoolgirl pussy. His grip hurt her wrist, but that was nothing compared to the tightness his other hand on the tightness she now felt around her throat—he was squeezing with the hand he'd wrapped around her neck. And he was squeezing hard. Enough that she felt she could barely breathe.

Julie was terrified, but, at the same time, being strangled was somehow wonderful. The pressure on her trachea sent hot, addicting glimmers up from Julie's clit right into her exposed, puckering nipples. She even felt her asshole tingling along with the rest of her. The same asshole Julie had been masturbating shamefully in her sleep.

”Don’t—please—oh fuck!” Julie half-gurgled the words. She could barely breathe. She felt incredible.

She ceased her fight and let her wrists go soft. She didn’t dare threaten the man into choking her harder. As Julie let her body give up, the man's grip loosened on her neck and on her wrist. Julie could breathe again, but she was keenly aware of his weight still fastening her in place.

"Good girl," he said, basking in his victory over Julie's helpless, curvy body. Another long, brazen lick of his tongue started at Julie's fluttering pussy opening and drove up to her clit. The man sucked on Julie's nub, grazing it with his front teeth. "Sweet fucking girl," he grumbled. ”Sweet fucking ...

... pussy.”

"Please—oh my god!" Julie's clit was throbbing as the man suckled and danced his tongue around her pleasure button. Thunderclaps of pleasure shattered Julie's brain. "Fuck!" She wriggled her plush hips, angling her clit to grind it into the man. To give herself over to his devouring her.

Julie wished she could still herself—if she couldn't escape, she just wanted to lay there until the man was done. Go dark. Better to check out than to bear witness to her own violation. But her stupid, needy pussy didn't get the memo. It gushed for her captor's tongue, a broken faucet drooling Julie's teen cuntsauce as this strange man forced her to let him eat her. Julie knew she was his prisoner, but her thighs stayed parted and her pussy ached for more.

Julie hadn't realized that having her pussy licked could feel this good. She had sucked cock twice—three times if she counted the shameful encounter with the man from before her nap—but the boys hadn't even tried to return Julie's oral favors. And now here she was, being choked, as a man god-knows-how-many years her senior was licking her like she was his favorite ice cream.

With another mesmerizing lick of her clit, Julie felt like the man was hitting spots she didn't even know she had. "Yes, there!" She called out. She instantly regretted it. But her body didn't. Her treacherous hips wriggled her mound against this bearded pussy licker, eager to keep her kidnapper's tongue slobbering on that magic spot between her legs. ...