Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

... his thrusts now speeding up again. But it was still so . . . nice. Like he knew just how to make it good for her. And he was hitting magic spots in her. So deep. She knew the spot well. If she angled her vibrator just right, she could just graze it. But the vibrator always felt so lifeless and impersonal. It made her insides cramp up. With the man's real, raw cock, it was heaven.

"Aaah! Fuck fuck fuck!" Julie came hard. Her entire body trembled with shockwaves. Her big tits jiggled, nipples now grazing the man's hirsute chest as he just kept pumping her.

"Yes, baby, squeeze down on it! Take my fucking seed!" The man wrapped his arms around Julie's curvy body. Her cunt was fluttering and clamping vice-tight on his conquering prick. She felt it swell and pulse. And then extra warmth sputtered out and into her, racing to the back of her pussy. She felt even more drenched inside.

Julie knew what was happening. She knew she was taking her rapist's load in her bare little pussy. Part of her was disgusted. But she was claimed by her orgasm. And feeling semen pooling in her violated pussy—and that sick realization—set her off into a second orgasm.

"Ohmygod fuuuuck!" She wailed.

"Take it all, honey. Take Daddy's cum."

"Fuck fuck fuck!" She couldn't stop cumming. Couldn't stop her pussy from happily welcoming her rapist's semen into her schoolgirl body.

It was the best thing she'd ever felt.

The next thing Julie knew, her thighs were sticky, her sore cunt was ...

... empty, and the man was standing over where she lay on the bed.

"Aw, did my little slut pass out?"

Julie's brain was foggy. He must be right, she realized. He fucked me so good I fell asleep. She'd heard about that in song lyrics. Now she knew it to be true.

Something soft and hard pushed against Julie's lips. She immediately knew it was the man's cock.

"Suck on it, baby. Suck it clean." Julie had no fight in her, and her lips effortlessly parted when the man pressed his member into her mouth. "Taste that mess, honey," he said, grabbing Julie's hair. He angled her head, and his thrust, to run his dick along the length of Julie's tongue. She really did taste it. The old, familiar taste of her own pussy, which she knew well from those brazen moments she sucked her own fingers when she masturbated, and the now-familiar taste of the man's cum, which she knew from when she'd shamefully sucked down his load earlier. Musky and salty and masculine. Mixed with her own musky-sweet juices, the flavor made Julie's head spin. She felt her sore pussy throb. And it made her wrap her lips around his dick of her own volition. She wanted to taste it. Taste how he'd conquered her and pumped his was up her. Taste the nasty mess she'd made, cumming on his cock.

It all felt too good for her to care that she was his rape victim. The man yanked her sweaty, torn blouse off her as she sucked his dick clean. She did nothing to stop him.

"Good girl, baby, good girl." He stroked his hand ...