Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

... Julie's slit. Instinctually, she thrust her hips, her big ass rising from the bed to enjoy her captor's oral ministrations.

"Nrgghhh oh! N-no—yes! Yes!" Julie cried. Her brain was jelly. She traced her fingers delicately at the man's forearm. She didn't dare to grasp it; she didn't want to push him off her. No, she wanted to feel the lupine hair of her kidnapper under her baby-soft fingertips. She wanted—needed—to feel her new owner as he made her his slutty little meal. She was a lamb eager for the wolf to eat her all up.

"Good girl. That's it." The man growled as he feasted on sopping teen cuntflesh. He gripped her neck tighter. "Be a good whore. Cum for Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," Julie choked out, now gently holding the man's forearm as he abused her steam-hot body. In her addled state, pleasure and domination swirling, she didn't even know she had said the words. That the man had triggered her accursed Daddykink. Julie's feeble words echoed as if disembodied. All Julie knew was that she needed more. She placed her hand over her neck, over the man's choking hand, and pressed, helping him hurt her.

The man got the message. He squeezed harder. If the room had any light in it, an onlooker would've seen the fuckdrunk smile spread across Julie's pretty face. Her body started to tremble.

"That's it, bitch. Cum for Daddy," the man grunted from between Julie's cunt-creamed thighs.

The command and the choking were too much. "Nrghhhaaaaa!!" Julie wailed as her body ...

... quivered. Her body contracted, from her knees to her cunt to her abdomen. "Daddy!" She choked out . Her orgasm swallowed her whole. Her sex felt hotter and gushier as she quivered mindlessly. No voices scolded her for this orgasm. She didn't hear the familiar sounds of her own voice in her head telling her that normal girls don't cum to sick shit like this. Julie was awash in ecstasy, a feeling too wonderful. It radiated bliss up her whole being and out every one of her pores. In that moment, claimed and used, quivering in climax in this man's possession, Julie experienced the bliss of not thinking anything at all.

Nearly passed out with pleasure, Julie didn't register the man's movement on the bed. But she did feel her sodden panties scraping over her thick thighs and down off her feet. She felt his knees nudging her thighs even further apart. Her orgasm left her curvy body pliable as microwaved Silly Puddy. Her legs spread wider. Her eyes saw something, but her mind couldn't resolve the images. The back of a hand caressed Julie's cheek. Something turgid and wide prodded Julie's cunt, rubbing up and down at her opening. It was warm, too. Far warmer than the vibrator she and her school friend Ariel had swiped from Ariel's older sister to pop their cherries.

"Now you'll make Daddy feel good," the man explained, his breath warm on Julie's face.

Julie's mind snapped out of its sex-drunk haze. He was laying right over her. She only could see shadows, not facial features, in ...