This is a work of fiction with no basis in reality. You must be of legal age to read. Nothing in this work of fiction condones any illegal or immoral behavior in real life. Fantasies and roleplays are not reality.
Julie didn’t dare look up at the man whose hand was pressing into the small of her back; she heeded his warning. Her gaze stayed forward, her forced march guided only by how his fingers threatened to grip into her. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic haze she was in that carried her up the steps out of the subway system—he had touched her, fingerfucked her, to the sort of climax her body hadn’t heretofore known was possible. So she climbed, feeling this strange man’s claim to her.
As their feet transferred from gum-stained subway steps to concrete streets, Julie’s eyes peered around. She’d never been this far out on the subway before, she didn’t recognize anything. The low, dense skyline formed by the buildings obscured any view of her more familiar parts of the city. There were little shops between the walk-up tenements: a fried chicken takeout place; a liquor store; a small market with vegetables at prices lower than Julie had ever seen at the stores near her; a corner store with multiple lottery ticket advertisements in the window.
The man was to Julie’s left now, keeping her on the inside of the street, away from the road. The shadow of awnings fell over her, changing her light. Still, she didn’t even turn her head.
The man pushed into Julie’s hip, steering her right at the corner. Then again, shortly after, turning her right once more towards the courtyard of an old building. In her peripheral vision, the building looked U-shaped, and she was walking towards an entryway in the center of two prongs. At the door, the man touched something to a part of the frame, and it opened with a beep. Hurriedly, the man shoved Julie inside. Then to the right, towards the silver gleam of an elevator door.
“Eyes down,” he muttered. He pulled the door open and pushed Julie into the elevator.
“What?” Julie asked.
“Eyes to the floor, cunt!” He barked. Again, Julie obeyed, hanging her head. She took in the man’s shoes against the small black-and-white tiling pattern of the elevator floor. They were big and surprisingly nice. Brown and polished. They would have fit in well in Julie’s father’s office.
The elevator stopped moving, and the man pushed Julie out the door. Their footsteps echoed in the ceramic hallway. Then, the man stopped. She saw his hand work a key in the door, the dark hairs on his fingers moving with the speed at which he opened two locks. Then they were inside.
Julie allowed herself to look up and around, but it was dark. She could tell the ceilings were high, just as they were in the apartments of friends of hers who lived in older buildings up the avenue from where she lived. But that’s all she could tell. The man’s hand gripped Julie’s hip once again as he ushered her forward from the apartment door. The hall’s wooden floor gave way to carpet as they entered a large room. Julie’s eyes adjusted as they walked through—she could see the fading light of the day glinting off glass transoms above doorframes—as she was hastened around a corner, down another hallway, and through a door.
The man pushed her forward and spun her, and Julie found herself seated on a bed. It felt nice, supportive and cushioning, like the bed from the hotel where her team had stayed for the Model UN finals. She was facing the man. She watched, her palms on the comforter under her, as his body turned halfway to pull the room’s door shut. She let her fingertips stroke what felt like linen—the nice sort that her aunt and mother too often prattled on about at that.
“Welcome home, little slut,” the man said. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but she could see the white of a dress shirt illuminated by the pink-navy light breaking in under the curtained windows. His height kept his face above the light and left his face shrouded, save for the bottom of a bearded chin.
Julie swallowed. Her finger tips curled into the plush comforter under her.
The man stepped forward. A large hand fell on her head, his fingertips stroking her scalp through her hair. Her cool, still-damp panties felt warmer. Her treacherous pussy was moistening—again!—as Julie’s captor pet her head, his caress shooting pinprick tingles down her spine.
“When can I go?” She asked in a hushed, dry voice. Her mouth and throat felt dried out. She swallowed again.
“That’s up to you, honey,” he said. His other hand stroked her shoulder as he gently raked his fingernails on her scalp. She shuddered at his touch, feeling jolts run down from the top of her head to her clenching thighs. “Be a good girl for me and I won’t have to keep you that long.”
The man’s hand kept steady on Julie’s head as the other found her collar bone and the top of her chest. Right under her nose, Julie watched those long, dark-haired fingers pinch and pull the black buttons of her school blouse open. One, two, three, four, five.
“Lacy. Nice.” He said. He could clearly see her white bra. “And already too small for these tits.” He palmed her breasts, one than the other, giving her sizable chest a squeeze, fingertips digging into soft, pliable flesh. Julie exhaled sharply. Her nipples sharply puckered under his molesting palm.
The man tore at the bottom of Julie’s blouse. With a pop, the last buttons gave way, ripping from their threading and clinking with a few hops onto the wooden floor. The man reached around Julie’s back, still holding her steady by her head. She didn’t dare move as she felt him pinch her bra strap together. He let the elastic strap relax apart—he had unclasped it. He pulled firmly on her hair and yanked the front of her bra down. It was already too small, and Julie’s big tits easily bulged free.
The man groped at Julie’s bare breasts. Squeezing her exposed flesh, pinching her nipples, digging in his fingertips like he was toying with clay.
“Ow,” Julie chirped under his touch, drawing her body back slightly. His hand followed.
“Such big tits for a little girl,” he sniggered, still feeling up her heavy breasts. Julie gasped and wiggled slightly. The fear and the large hand in her hair kept her cemented in place under his pawing grasp.
The man drew his arm back from Julie’s chest and started undoing his belt. Julie’s mind raced with realization. She’d watched enough porn and read enough smut to know what was coming.
“Please no,” Julie pleaded meekly. She watched a sizable lump emerge in dark boxer briefs as the man pushed his trousers lower.
“You got yours earlier, honey,” he said. “You can’t be such a tease. You gotta learn to please.” The man pushed his underwear’s waistband lower. Out crept a bulging, circumcised cock. Julie’s eyes widened: it was big, and she could tell he wasn’t even hard yet. Precum glistened on the fat tip. The man grabbed the back of Julie’s head and pushed his dick against her mouth. He rubbed it round her, his precum trailing across her lips and cheeks as he forced her face against his member.
She smelled his scent. Oh no, she thought. Her cunt gushed. She liked his sandalwoody musk. Her body liked it!
“Open up, baby,” he cajoled her. She shook her head and tried to draw away from his grip, but he was too strong. “No?” He asked. His hand jerked her head back. And then her cheek stung hot: his other hand slapped her right across the face.
“Ow!” Julie shrieked. He slapped her again.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he spat. His blow loosened her jaw, and Julie felt him shove his cock between her lips. He pulled her head as he forced it into her mouth, which was wetting with saliva, as if preparing itself to host the man’s dick. “Yeah, give me that mouth, slut,” he taunted.
The man thrust into Julie’s mouth, keeping her head steady for his assault. It was slow, just the tip moving in and out. His cock felt like it was growing. He tasted . . . musky but clean. Her mind flashed with the memory of the cute substitute art teacher she had had a crush on last year, and how he had smelled when he got close to her to watch her hands work on the pottery wheel. This man tasted a little like he had smelled. It was nice. Her hands were pressing against the man’s thighs as he pumped his dick in her mouth, but softly. It was like she was bracing herself for him. Not like she was trying to push him away.
“Oh that’s a good girl. Let me have that sweet mouth.” His thrusts were growing longer, his grip on Julie’s hair firmer. Julie’s eyes watered. More precum leaked from his cockhead onto her tongue. “Yeah, baby, lap it up!” He barked. Was she licking at him? She was. Her tongue was moving under the head, up and all around it. She realized, to her horror, that she had tightened her lips around the invading phallus, as if her body wanted the man to know his cock had a place with her.
His cock was harder. Growing even harder still. The veins jutted out more, as if his cock were pronouncing them into her lapping tongue. A voice in her head said to stop. But she kept her lips pouting around the pumping prick. She heard the popping, slurping sound of her sucking echo in her skull as the man drove his cock in and out of her mouth. As she sucked him. Because she was. She was happily sucking up and down his dick.
“Oh we’re getting deep now, princess! Good girl!” The man’s cock was pushing down Julie’s throat.
“Guhl-guhl,” Julie gurgled as she felt herself being forced to swallow dick.
“Barely gagging. Good bitch,” the man lauded as he used her. He grabbed at her tits as he made her throat him. Her chest warmed inside and out under his touch. “Slutty schoolgirl like you must’ve sucked a lot of dick, huh?”
“Un-un,” Julie objected. The man pulled his cock from her mouth. Julie coughed and gasped.
“What was that, babe?” He asked her. His hand held her head firm.
“I’ve never done this,” she protested.
“Liar,” the man said, and he shoved his cock right back in her mouth. Julie’s hands gripped his firm thighs.
She was lying. She knew it. She’d sucked two dicks before. They weren’t like this, though. One was a male friend. They were hanging out late and drinking stolen wine from his dad’s wine fridge. Inebriated and horny, Julie had sucked him a bit before sending him to stroke himself off in the bathroom. The other was a cute boy from another school at the Model UN finals. He had shot his spunk in her mouth barely a minute after Julie got her lips around him. She’d scolded the boy, his bravado collapsing into bashfulness, his thin dick still hard, for shooting without warning. She spat his jizz out in his hotel room trash can and hurried him out the door back to her room.
There’d be no hurrying here. This was the man’s room, not hers, and Julie was getting her face plowed. His cock was so much bigger than either boys’ had been, and her lips spread to accommodate his girth. Why did it have to taste good, Julie wondered. Why did she like this man’s taste and scent?
She couldn’t lie to herself. She was relaxing her throat for him. She knew it. She was letting this throbbing, veiny cock have her mouth. It was fun. That was the problem. It made her hot in the cunt to be holding the man’s strong thighs as he pressed his cock in and out of her mouth. She let her drooling lips purse and pull on his length. Her mouth wanted dick. His dick. She wanted him to keep feeding her his cock.
“You good fucking girl,” he praised her. “Suck me, baby. Yeah.” Her lips moved up and down his cock. “Such a good fucking cocksucker.” Julie felt warm at his words. Happy. She was being good for him. She was pleasing him. That knowledge fueled bobbing slurps.
The man grabbed one of Julie’s hands and placed it on his cock. “Wrap those fingers around it, baby,” he commanded. She did. It was so thick in her grasp.
“Mm,” Julie moaned, feeling this lovely cock under her fingertips as in her mouth. It felt lovely.
“Stroke it while you suck my dick, slut,” he told her. “You’re making me feel so good. Sucking my cock so good.”
“Mmm rrr,” Julie gurgled, obeying, allowing her split to lube up his shaft under her grip as she slurped away on his dick. She loved how she was making him feel good. She wanked his engorged shaft as she slobbered away. That knowledge of giving him pleasure, of her body pleasing his, made her pussy clench. Her free hand made its way under her skirt to her panty-covered mound. She rubbed her clit and gasped from her dick-stuffed throat.
The man pulled his cock from Julie’s lips with a pop. The suddenness took her by surprise. She stopped touching herself and leaned forward, eager to have his cock back in her mouth. Why would he take it away? But he retreated from her advance and grabbed her wrist, jerking Julie’s hand from her pussy.
“Were you touching yourself, slut?” He inquired.
“Y-yes,” she admitted. The man thrust forward, Julie’s wrist still in his hand, and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Happily, she puckered her lips to welcome the man’s dick back where she wanted it. He grabbed her head and kept pressing as she licked the underside of this perfect dick, elated to be tasting it again. But her hands weren’t there to steady him. She couldn’t grip his cock. He took full advantage of her face, plunging it deeper into Julie’s mouth. She sputtered. It was pushing further, further. Down to the back of her throat. Further. She couldn’t breathe as this cock forced her to swallow it. First the tip, then more.
Julie let it happen. She had no choice. And she loved it. So much of this wonderful cock. He was giving it to her.
He drew back and pumped forward. Both his hands were on her head now. He was fucking her face. “Guh guhl gguhr,” Julie’s mouth choked out as he used her mouth like she was a pornstar in one of those violent sucking videos she sometimes watched. The videos made her feel hot shame in her chest and beautiful warmth in her cunt. She felt like such a whore getting hot for those videos. Now that she was actually having her own face violated, her cunt grew even hotter. Julie’s hands were free, but she kept them at her side, doing nothing to slow the man’s assault on her mouth. She wanted to be a good suckslut for him. She wanted him to use her mouth.
“All that dick, whore, take all that dick like a good fucking whore! Fuck yes!” The man adulated as he forcefed her cock. Julie felt her eyes roll back and her pussy flash. I’m being a good fucking whore, she thought. A good fucking whore. The words repeated. She felt fuzzy-happy.
The man pulled out. Julie coughed. “Now,” the man interrogated, “did you ask me if you could touch yourself?”
Julie was silent. Her mind felt like jelly.
“Answer me, slut. Did I tell you you could touch your pussy while you sucked my dick?”
Julie thought about it. “No,” she replied.
“You have to ask first, honey,” he cooed. His voice was gentle and correcting. Of course she had to ask, she realized. How could she have been so selfish?
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she apologized. “May I touch myself?”
Her heart dipped. “Yes, sir, ok. How can I ask better?” She floundered. She needed to know.
The man continued, “How do you want to touch yourself? What do you want to have happen while you touch yourself?”
“Please, may I tou-grhhhh!” Julie’s revised plea was cut short by the man’s cock screaming back into her mouth and down her throat. “Urchk mmslff grlwwww,” her maw swished as this glorious, veiny dick pumped her more. “Guhrlll-gg-glrlll,” she gurgled. She felt opened, used, as more precum dripped into her esophagus. She swallowed it down hastily.
“Perfect whore mouth.” He pumped faster as he complimented her. She was being perfect, she thought. She was making him feel good. This plundering dick liked her mouth. Maybe as much as she liked how it used her. And she really did like how it used her. Maybe he’ll cum, she thought. She really wanted him to. He didn’t have to warn her or anything. She wished she could make him feel so good he’d spunk like the hotel boy had. She wouldn’t get mad or anything. And she’d never spit. She wanted his cum. LIke in her favorite dirty stories. Her favorite characters swallowed everything they could, greedily and graciously. She would, too, if only he’d let her.
Once more, the man pulled from Julie’s mouth. He didn’t move. She was confused. “Why did you stop?” She asked.
“Because you can ask for what you want now.”
Julie smiled up at the man’s shadowed face. “I want your dick in my mouth, please,” she said.
The man laughed. “Don’t you want to touch yourself?”
Julie thought about it. “Oh.” She said, remembering. “Oh, yes. Yes please! Can . . . .” She grew silent. Then, “Can I touch myself and have your cock, please?”
“You wanna suck my cock and touch your hot little cunt at the same time?”
Julie felt shy and flush at the man’s question. She did. That’s exactly what she wanted. But hearing it put so plainly made her choke up and hunch. But she needed this. She kept her eyes trained upward.
“Well?” The man asked.
“Y-yes,” Julie sheepishly replied.
“Then ask for it. Let me know what you want.” He instructed her.
Julie swallowed, her throat feeling rough from her rough throating, yet hungry for more. “Please . . . may I keep sucking your dick and touch my pussy at the same time?”
“Is that what you want? To use your mouth to make my cock feel good while you finger-fuck your needy whore cunt?”
His words felt hot, shameful. And true. “Y-yes, oh yes please. Please can I make your dick feel good and touch my . . . my whore cunt? I really wanna rub my clit while I suck you. Please may I?”
Quickly, the cock was back at Julie’s lips. With gratitude, she kissed the head before seizing it between her lips and slurping it back into her mouth. “Mmff trrnnk uuurgh,” Julie gurgled in thanks as she bobbed her head down, further down the girthy cock using her mouth. Her hand darted between her thighs and up her skirt once more. Her fingers wrenched her panties to the side. God, she was wet. Her clit throbbed with need as she rocked her mouth up and down the invading prick, working it, savoring it.
“Good girl. Fuck, you good girl. You good slut. Fucking have it. Yeah, fucking suck my dick!” The man bellowed as Julie feasted and strummed her clit. Another pulse of precum spilled from his dick, right onto her dancing tongue. It tasted even better than before, Julie thought. She lapped at the head when she could, studying the flavor of the seeping precum and swallowing it right down into her tummy.
“Gonna put a lot in you, honey. Fuck. That mouth feels so good. You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
“Mmff mhmm,” Julie agreed happily through her cockstuffed mouth. Her fingers danced faster on her clit. She loved this. She loved touching her pussy while sucking cock. This cock. It felt so right.
“You want it, honey? You want my load?”
“Mhm mhm mmffff,” Julie begged. The cock pulsed and she bobbed her head faster, worked her tongue faster.
The man withdrew his cock. “Tell me, honey. Tell me what a slut you are. Tell me how you want me to spunk in your mouth. I’ll let you have it if you do.”
Julie looked up at the man, where his face would be in the darkness. She wasn’t sure, but she had an idea of what he wanted to hear. What she needed to say. “Please, sir, may I please please please have your cum? I really wanna taste it. I don’t know why, but I want it so much.”
“It’s because you’re a cumslut, baby. Will you swallow it?” The man asked her.
“‘Yes!” Julie quickly answered. She hadn’t needed to think about it. “I’ll swallow as much as I can. I promise. I really want to. Please will you let me?”
“Will I let you what?”
“Swallow it,” Julie replied, frustrated. “Your cum. I wanna swallow your cum,” she added. Wasn’t it clear?
“You wanna suck this cock and slurp my jizz down your whore throat?”
“Yes! Yes please!”
“Then tell me. Say that back to me.”
“Oh. Oh, yes, please may I suck your cock and slurp—oh wow, um—slurp your jizz down m-my . . . down my whore throat? Please?” She puffed her chest out, naked tits forward, hoping it would aid her cause.
“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.