Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

“Oh fuck—what are you doing!” Julie wailed as her back arched up from the bed violently. Against her screaming brain, her body was betraying her. She was pushing her cunt closer to her captor’s mouth, helping him feast on her gushing juices. His beard scratched her inner thighs as he took a great, big lick right up to her clit. All the while, the man’s long arm was reaching up, over her body, against one of her big tits, so the man could fasten one of his strong hands right around her neck.

A hand around her throat and a voracious mouth going to town on her virgin cunt, Julie didn’t dare move.

“Eating your pussy the way you need, slut,” the man growled in response, before resuming his meal of schoolgirl pussy juice. “You’re soaked, baby,” he informed her, taking another lick. “Delicious.”

“I’m not—fuck!” Julie shrieked, her protestations cut short by the intense pleasure of being eaten out for the very first time in her life. It felt too good to be stuck like this, on her back, having her pussy tongued and prodded. The man had yanked her panties to the side to get at her slit. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, and her school blouse was still torn open, leaving Julie’s braless tits free and exposed in the utter darkness of the room.

As the man lapped her cunt emphatically, the only discomfort Julie felt in her body was from her panties. The man had yanked them to the side, causing them to twist and bunch up. Julie felt like she was trying on one of her skinny girlfriend’s thongs, like the skimpy string was cutting into her plush thigh.

But the discomfort of that—and of sweating against her torn-open school blouse—was drowned out by how amazing it was to have this man tonguing at her dripping schoolgirl pussy.

It was even better than the older girls at school had let on. Maybe they had had inexperienced boys licking them, Julie thought. But this was a man. He was consuming her without hesitation. It was like his tongue knew just where to touch to send earthquakes up through Julie’s cunt and clit.

“Good girl, honey,” he snarled as he lapped up her juices. “Spread those thighs. Give me that honey.” One of his hands was digging into Julie’s thigh, inches from her slit. She could feel his fingertips grasping hard enough that she was sure he’d bruise her. He took her labia between his lips and sucked.

“Please don’t—oh, no, pleaaaase!” Her voice squealed pathetically. She felt herself doing just what he had commanded. She was parting her legs for him. She was offering herself to him. How could she not with the way he was digging his tongue into her depths, slurping out her essence, and dancing his tongue all over her clit?

But, no, she needed this to stop this horrible act. She reached for the man’s head, feeling waves or curls of hair—the near-perfect dark of the room left her unsure of exactly what she was touching. But no sooner had she touched his head did the man’s free hand leap into action, like a spring-loaded trap, 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. It was a carrot and stick for Julie. The man’s strong, dangerous hands were the stick, and his bearded mouth and hungry tongue were the carrot.

Julie’s slutty bunny cunt couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck yes, you pretty little slut. I knew you’d come around. Knew you needed it.” He gloated as he swiped a big, long lick of his tongue from the bottom of Julie’s gushing pussy right back to her trembling clitoris.

“No, I didn’t mean—oh—please stop!” Julie demurred. The man squeezed her neck harder. This time, Julie couldn’t breathe at all.

“Just be a good girl and let me make you feel good, princess,” the man cooed, still choking Julie firmly. Her brain was going fuzzy, but her evil little pussy was loving this. Her air cut off, her cunny burned even hotter than before. “Yeah, that’s it,” the man praised. Julie felt a thick glob of her pussy juice throb from her gooey front hole. The man eagerly slurped it up. “Sweet little slut!” He snarled.

The man relaxed his chokehold. Julie coughed and inhaled sharply. Why, Julie wondered, did being choked like that have to be such a turn on? Why did it have to make the man’s devouring her stupid pussy feel even better? She had read dirty confessions online from wild women who claimed they loved to be choked. At a high school party she had snuck out to, the college-aged older sister of one of her classmates had drunkenly told a story about hooking up with a much older man from Tinder. She’d shared that she’d said “choke me, Daddy” while he fucked her, and that it led to the best sex she’d ever had. Julie remembered blushing hard at the story, hoping none of her school friends saw her reddening cheeks in the muted lighting of the party. The sex her friend’s sister described was too much like the dirty stories Julie couldn’t stop herself from reading. Julie had sometimes even wrapped her own little fingers around her neck when she touched herself, unable to resist the image of a powerful hand claiming her neck while a powerful man made her his bitch fucktoy. The orgasms she had doing that felt dangerous, wrong, yet oh so addictive.

But the reality of being choked was far more consuming. Faced with a strong hand constricting her neck, depriving her of air, and a bearded mouth eating her cunt like it was the man’s first meal in weeks, Julie’s body just gave in. It decided this man owned her. And her body reveled in being owned.

“Ugh! Oh fuck!” Julie moaned. She was so close. With her one free hand, she started groping at her bare chest, feeling up her her heavy teen tits, one then the other. The man’s tongue had sent shocks up to her nipples, and she just had to tweak them while he choked her and ate her. Her forearm crisscrossed his as she pawed her boobs.