Julie's Subway Abduction Pt. 02

"Good girl," the man's voice smiled, and Julie's mouth was graced again with cock. "Suck it good like that. Fuck yeah. Gonna blow a big fucking wad for you, bitch. My bitch. My cumsucking bitch schoolgirl." The man resumed palming at her tits, squeezing them possessively. Fuck yes, Julie thought, feel me up while I suck.

Julie frantically diddled her clit and sucked up and down on the man's length. Her free hand fisted the base of the man's cock, pumping it, hoping to pull out as much cum as she could. She really wanted a lot. In those blowjob porn videos, her favorites were ones with big loads of cum.

Julie's hand worked around and down the man's cock to his scrotum. His balls. They felt wrinkly and full and big under his yummy dick. That's what make his cum, she thought. She fondled them, adoringly, massaging one nut and then the other.

"Yes, slut, fucking play with those balls!" He implored her. One hand grasped Julie's head, the other feeling up her bare tits. He squeezed them. She hoped they felt good to him. "Good job, baby. Play with those fucking nuts. You're gonna earn a big wad if you keep that up!"

She was doing a good job, she thought. She was going to earn his cream. She loved knowing that. She cradled and rubbed his balls more, bobbing her head voraciously, working as much of his dick as she could. Her cunt was on fire under her touch. She needed to drain him. She needed to give his cum a home in her mouth. In her stomach. She knew it'd be warm. She wanted his warmth in her. Her pussy was nearing climax at the thought.

"Take this load, honey! Fucking take it!" The man thrust deep in Julie's throat.

"Glughhh," she gagged as he stuffed her deeper than ever on his dick, grasping her head with both hands, holding her firm. He was down her throat, his dick pulsing and throbbing. It pulsed once, twice, and then a dam burst: his dick swelled up even bigger and fired a shot of gooey, salty jizz directly down Julie's cockstuffed esophagus, right into her belly. He held her so she couldn't move. Her hand kept caressing his nuts, her other circling her clit. Another wad of gooey spunk launched out of the man's pulsing prick and into Julie's tummy.

Julie came, silently, climaxing as the man spilled his seed into her body. Her body quivered in ecstasy as her mouth was anointed with this cum she had craved so desperately.

"Fuck yeah, drink this cum, baby," he gloated. He drew back and spunked more wads into Julie's mouth. It tasted to her tongue as it had in her throat: salty. But also sweet and bitter and tingly. And so hot. Still disarmed by her clenching, orgasming cunt, Julie gulped as best she could, so satisfied to be swallowing the cum. More of the man's creamy seed spilled down Julie's throat, this time under her own suctioning volition.

"Grughll grughl," Julie's spunk-sucking throat sputtered as she gulped down the ropes of jizz the man fed her. She was so happy to have earned it, to welcome it into her being, as it rushed down and warmed her tummy. Her orgasm kept her shuddering, hot and hungry. She cruised its high and beckoned the man's cum to her core.

After eleven pulsing, wonderful ropes of balljuice, the man's cock twitched more gently. It puttered out a last leak of jizz. Julie sucked gleefully. She needed it all. The man's nuts loosened in her adoring hand as her mouth swilled out the last of the load. Her orgasm was done; her hand was steady and juicy between her thick thighs. Julie swallowed one last time. There wasn't much cum on this final fuzzle, but she wanted to make sure she got every last drop. She just had to.

"Oh fuuuuck baby, be careful," the man cautioned her. "It's sensitive now." Julie heeded him and suckled more gently. She slumped forward, gently nursing on the softening prick. It felt so comforting, being able to lightly suck this wonderful dick. Like when she sucked on her thumb and fingertip while reading a hard passage for one of her classes.

The man pulled his dick from Julie's lips. She let it go with some regret. The dual high of swallowing cum and her own orgasm was ebbing, and post-orgasmic thoughts were pouring back into her head. He'd assaulted her mouth--practically raped her--and she'd gone along with it and sucked him. She'd totally sucked a cock. A grown man's cock! This man who groped her and finger-banged her against her will on the subway. In this strange apartment. Wherever it was. Dread edged back into her. But her belly felt so warm and sated. Her treacherous cunt throbbed happily.

"Open that mouth wide, honey, and stick out your tongue," the man told her. Julie looked up and loosened her jaw. Her pink tongue jutted out. The man touched Julie's head again, tingling her scalp. "Wider," he said. She splayed her jaw to comply, hoping it would keep her safe, hoping he wouldn't slap her again. "Wow," he said, awe in his voice. "You really swallowed it all. Good girl."

Those words--"good girl"--made Julie's brain snap warmly. She sighed contentedly. The man rubbed her head.

He moved forward and pulled her into his slightly hairy, naked thigh. His arms wrapped around her head and held her against him. She leaned on him, stunned. Her eyes welled up. She started to weep silently. The hot tears rolled down her face as the man pet her hair and cradled her against his hairy, taut thigh..

He kept her like this for... she didn't know how long. Thirty seconds? Five minutes? Then he sat on the bed next to hear and leaned her head down onto his lap. The tops of his legs were still bare, but she didn't feel his cock. Just his muscle definition and body hair. His arm draped over and around her waist, under her breasts. Julie just lay there, on her side in a fetal position, as this man held her. Petting her hair. Her fear was abating. He wasn't going to hurt her, she thought. She knew she couldn't know that for sure, but he was being gentle with her.

Julie turned her head slightly to look up, and she could see the bottom of the man's face. She now could also see dark-framed glasses. As she had thought before, he was handsome and bearded. The lack of light, and the fuzziness of the melange of feelings--terror and gentleness and sex and post-orgasmic warmth--made it hard for her mind to process much more.

The man reached his body around and turned back to Julie. He draped a woven throw blanket over her, covering her from her collar bone to her ankles. He pulled away from her and let her head kiss the linen-covered bed as he rose up to leave the room.

His shoes thumped lightly on the wooden floor. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he said. She watched his back. Now she could see the dark hairs on the back of his neck. She heard the doorknob turn. The man opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Julie just lay there. She was tired, and she still tasted the man's semen in her mouth and throat. She swallowed again. She didn't know what else to do, or what else she could do. So she did nothing. She listened to the faint sounds of cars on the streets below and blinked, slower and slower, letting her eyes stay closed longer and longer. Still on her side under the blanket the man had placed over her, Julie laid one arm under her head like a pillow. Her other hand found her tummy with an open palm. Her eyes closed, and opened, and then closed again. She rubbed her belly, wondering just how much of the man's semen was now in her. She fell asleep trying to determine if teaspoons or tablespoons were the better measure.