Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 3

Julie’s subway ride today was different from usual. They’d overhauled the entire transit system! She nestled her ass into her subway seat, loving the feel of the verdant grass that grew all over it. Indeed, the subway car was coated in grass and flowers as far as the eye could see. Greenery sprung from the benches and walls, leaving only the windows and the glass of the doors unsodded. This subway car had no roof, either. Instead, a marvelous tree burst from the middle of the floor of the car before breaking into densely-leafed branches. The tree’s leafy canopy extended in dark emerald over the entire car, creating shade from the warming sun in the sky above the train.

As so often happened on her subway rides, Julie hunched over her phone screen. She had pulled up a dirty story to read in secret. It made her feel naughty to hide her smut from prying eyes, though today the car was empty. Julie wriggled her plush thighs together, pressuring her heated pussy. She gazed at her phone screen, watching the inky text drip and unfurl into images. First they were still, but they sped up, like an old projector getting up to speed with a film reel.

The protagonist in the story looked a lot like her. No, Julie thought, it was her! Through her phone’s glass screen, she saw herself, or at least a version of herself. Whereas the closest thing she owned to lingerie were the more risque sets of bras and panties she bought at Victoria’s Secrets, the Julie in the phone was wearing a gorgeous pink set, complete with a garter belt that hugged her waist deliciously. Julie was often self-conscious about her curves, but on Phone Julie they popped deliciously. Phone Julie’s curvy little body was obscene in the pink mesh of her lingerie set—the bra’s mesh did nothing to hide her baby pink nipples, already puckered hard. Julie ogled Phone Julie, tracing down from her bountiful breasts to her grabbable hips. Julie clenched her thighs again, admiring this girl. She wanted to reach through the glass and touch her.

The train pulled into a station and stopped. Julie glanced up from her phone, surreptitiously tilting the device down to hide her story-video, as men and women with puffy, white clouds for heads boarded and found places to stand. Very few of them sat, and certainly none by Julie. Julie’s eyes ran from side to side. She wouldn’t be noticed. She lifted her phone screen.

Inside her phone, she watched herself giggle and heard a familiar clang: the sound effect for when a camgirl receives a tip. “Thank you, mister!” Phone Julie chirped, letting her tits bounce for her cam audience to see. “We almost have enough to start.” More clangs followed. “Oo, so generous!” Phone Julie reached her hands up her body, rubbing up her waist, until her hands found her breasts. She grasped them and pinched her nipples through the pink mesh of the bra. “Ooh,” Phone Julie moaned, trembling. She grew flush, but much to Julie’s amazement, she didn’t turn away. She simply beamed right out of the phone screen, basking in her audience’s gaze. “I love showing off for you all. Do you like my big schoolgirl tits, everybody? I love feeling them up myself.” Phone Julie’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. She sighed. “But I like it when Daddy does it more. Maybe one of you could be my Daddy?” Phone Julie teased.

“Wow,” Julie muttered from her subway seat. Phone Julie was so beautiful. She wished she could kiss her. She wanted to take the girl’s uncanny hair, so bouncy on the screen, between her fingers and taste her pink tongue. Julie’s own nipples felt violently hard. What would it be like to suck Phone Julie’s tits, she wondered. Her cunt felt gooey between her legs at the thought.

“Just kidding,” Phone Julie said with a wink. “My Daddy will be here soon. I can’t wait to show you what Daddy does to me.”

Julie felt herself blush with jealous awe. Phone Julie had a Daddy! That’s what Julie wanted! Lord knows she had rubbed her cunt raw to enough filthy stories about pretty girls being claimed as playthings for a handsome Daddy. But Julie, in her schoolgirl caution, didn’t dare go looking for someone to fill that role. It was always hard enough getting her mom to let her go on dates—on the rare occasion that she actually said yes to one of the dull boys at school, anyway.

“Only a little more,” Phone Julie said. “Once your tips fill the meter, Daddy says he’ll fuck me for everyone to see!” More clangs followed. “Gosh, you all really want to see me with Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” Phone Julie walked forward, closer to the camera, allowing her pussy to come into full view. Barely covered by the tiny pink mesh of the thong panties, her engorged pussy lips were already on display. Julie licked her lips at the sight.

“I’m so wet,” Phone Julie moaned. Her fingers, nails painted pink with Starry Night blues swirling, clutched at her mound. A teardrop wad of cunt juice dripped at her own touch, right through the panties. “Fuck,” Phone Julie grunted.

“Fuck,” Julie moaned herself, wondering if Phone Julie’s pussy tasted as sweet and naughty as her own did whenever she sucked her fingers clean after touching herself.

The camera panned up to Phone Julie’s face. Julie stared as Phone Julie sucked her own pussy-soaked fingers into her mouth for anyone watching her camshow to see. “I taste so sweet,” Phone Julie said. “And I’m so wet that Daddy’s big cock will slide right up my tiny, young cunt. Keep those tips coming, boys! Mmm.” Phone Julie kept sucking her fingers, moaning, with her big eyes locked on the screen. “I can’t wait for Daddy to destroy me for you,” she mused, letting her fingers pop out of her mouth before hungrily sucking them right back in.

As Julie ogled Phone Julie’s cam show, the grassy subway seat rolled beneath her. It became a conveyer belt of little hills and valleys. The little hills crested deliciously right at Julie’s own panty-covered cunt, stimulating her sex.

“Oh, yes,” Julie hissed, grinding herself on the little hills whenever they emerged. The seat’s pressing hills, and the sight of Phone Julie’s lascivious sucking, was driving Julie wild. She wanted to taste Phone Julie’s fingers. She’d do it right there on the grassy subway if she could, she thought. She’d even share them with Phone Julie. They could suck her cunt-stained fingers clean together.

Phone Julie stepped backward from the camera. “Daddy said if we get enough tips, he’d give me one of my favorite treats.” Phone Julie turned slowly and gazed back over her shoulder.