"Vict-whore-ious" with Victoria Justice
Vict - whore - ious
The Wild Side of Victoria Justice
Author = Author
Celebrity name(s) = Victoria Justice
Codes = (MMF, reluctant, rough, oral, vaginal)
This story is the product of an overactive imagination. That means it’s completely fake. The fic also contains adult language and acts of a sexual nature. If either one bothers you, stop right here.
With her afternoon soundcheck complete, Victoria wanted to head back to her hotel to have a light meal and rest for a few hours before the 8 p.m. concert start time. As she was the last act on the tour – an international tour of teen recording stars that didn’t have a deep enough catalog of songs to tour on their own – she didn’t even need to be at the concert venue until after the concert started. Her problem right now was that the streets in Tokyo were choked with late afternoon traffic. The rep from the local promoter told her it would take nearly an hour for her to make it back to her hotel using the limousine.
“Well,” Victoria asked, “is there any quicker way? There’s got to be a more convenient way for this many people to get around.”
“There is one, Miss Justice,” the rep confirmed. “The Tokyo train system is world-renowned for its speed and efficiency. As long as you get on the correct track, you should be able to make it to your hotel in ten or fifteen minutes. If you wish, I can escort you to the station to make sure you get on the correct line, and that you know which stop is yours.”
None of the other girls was ready, but Victoria was more than ready to go, so she took the rep up on her offer and the two of them left for the nearest train station. Within minutes, Victoria was at the station, had picked out the proper line, bought a ticket, and was on the correct platform awaiting her train. The rep stayed with the eighteen year old singer and actress to make sure she got on the train safely.
Greeeeeeat, Victoria thought, as she train’s doors slid open, and she walked inside, it’s packed to the fucking gills already. Not an empty seat in sight, and chivalry clearly means nada over here. At least half of the seats are filled by men. When the train moved into motion once more, Victoria lurched and grasped desperately for a hold on the overhead bar to stabilize herself.
Whew! That was close, she thought.
When she regained her balance, she used her other hand to tug down the hem of her maroon tank top and smooth the front of her denim miniskirt, before taking another look around the train car. Just as she had thought, half of the seats were filled by men, and most of those standing were men, too.
At the next couple of stops, more people entered the train car than left, pushing Victoria farther away from the door and packing people ever more tightly around her. She gritted her teeth as elbows, hands, and bodies brushed against her. Just a couple of stops more and I can get out. But as the train click-clacked down the track, The cars wobbled and more people pressed up against her before regaining their own balance.
Things got so close in the train car that Victoria would have thought she was being touched on purpose if she didn’t know better. I mean who would do that in broad daylight in front of lots of witnesses, she thought. Still, she noticed the touches were lasting longer, and they seemed to be focused more and more on her ass and the sides of her breasts. It was bothersome enough that Victoria began using her free hand to try to ward off some of the more annoying bumps. But her free hand wasn’t truly free, as her purse was dangling from that shoulder and she had to try to keep it from falling off, and that left her unable to protect herself from the increasingly familiar touches.
And then came the first touch that was more than a simple bump.
Instead of feeling a brush from the back of someone’s hand or a bump from the side of an arm as the train moved along, Victoria felt a hand cup her ass and give her a gentle squeeze. She didn’t recognize it for what it was at first, but she knew something was different, and when the next moment brought another squeeze to her other cheek, she realized she was being felt up. She used her free hand try to fend off her molester, but through basic mathematics, one hand can’t stop two, at least not when the two are persistent. Damn it! she thought. I’d tell this fucker off if I thought he’d understand a word I’d say.
Strokes, squeezes, pinches, whatever Victoria’s unseen assailant tried…happened. Feeling a mounting panic, she released her other hand from the bar overhead to have two hands free. Then she turned to face the guy who was doing this. The fit was tight, as people were packed in around her, but she made the turn anyway, just as one hand darted under her denim miniskirt. She gasped, even as her eyes fell on her assailant, who happened to be a short, middle-aged Japanese man who was dressed in a neat, black suit. There was no emotion on his face at all as the hand under her skirt continued to rub her over her panties.
Victoria wanted to slap the little man into next week, but she needed both hands to stop him. One of her hands slipped under her own skirt to push his hand away, while her other hand fended off his other hand. She struggled against his superior strength, with some success, hoping she could hang on until her stop. But as she was hand fighting at the front hem of her skirt, another set of hands dipped beneath her skirt in back and blatantly rubbed her cheeks like they were waxing a car.
Instinctively, both of her hands shot back to stop this new threat, which allowed her original molester to run both hands up her thighs, dragging her skirt up with them, before they passed on to her torso, gliding up along her ribs, and coming to rest on her magnificent breasts.
Victoria had taken the movement of the first guy’s hands away from her crotch as a welcome respite as she continued to defend her ass, but when those hands landed on her chest, she knew she was in deep trouble. She bit her lower lip as the hands behind her danced along her silk panties, mostly ignoring the one hand still trying to stop them. Up top, her other hand was having a tiny bit more success, as she could actually see the hands that were playing with her breasts. Still, they were having their way with her and she knew it.
Desperate for hope, Victoria looked to one side, looking for a train station, any train station now, just so she could escape her molesters, but when the train lurched to a stop a minute later, she was held rigidly in place. As the train moved back into motion, she saw her last chance for salvation falling behind her, as the hands went back to their work. She continued to fight on gamely, but it was no good: the hands behind her managed to tug her panties down her thighs, while the hands in front had forced her tank top up above her breasts to hang uselessly around her neck.
Humiliated by what was happening and the fact that it was in public, Victoria started to sob when the hands behind her zeroed in on the triangular gap between her legs and her pussy and began to finger her. She couldn’t even reach that hand now, so she concentrated on defending her breasts. She fought to keep her bra up over her breasts, but strength and persistence won out over fierce determination and outrage. When her bra was finally tugged down from her breasts, she gave up completely and stood there as her proud body became the plaything of two Japanese businessmen.
With her mind no longer occupied with defending herself, Victoria had time to notice other things, like the fact that the touches from the two men weren’t particularly rough. The guy who was fondling her breasts wasn’t going out of his way to be gentle as he teased her nipples to wakefulness, but he wasn’t mauling them either. As for the guy stroking her pussy, he had a surprisingly gentle touch.
Hoping to God these guys would have their fun and finish with her soon, Victoria tried to focus on something other than what was happening to her to help her disconnect from the hands that were defiling her. She counted backward from one-hundred, mumbled every swear word she knew in Spanish, went over the songs on her set list, and wondered how long it would take before someone from the tour noticed she was missing.
But while Victoria was desperately trying to mentally ignore her current situation, her body wasn’t playing along. The gentle, purposeful fingering of her pussy had already made her lips swell and open, while the somewhat rougher use her breasts were receiving had her nipples and areolae swollen to their maximum size. The guy in front of her was currently licking and sucking on one breast while twisting the stiff nipple of the other one, and the guy behind her had taken advantage of her parted lips to delve into the wetness of her inner folds. It wasn’t until the first excited moan escaped her lips that she realized what was happening to her: despite her horror over what was happening, her body was on fire.
Horrified now, Victoria was powerless to do anything but feel as an unseen leg kicked her feet farther apart. Then, two fingers plunged into her gaping pussy and began to rhythmically fuck her. The other end of her body was attended to as well, as her breasts continued to be alternately loved and abused. Her moans grew louder, despite herself, and her breathing slowly became shallow and erratic. Motherfucker! she thought, as her inflamed body took control. I d-d-don’t know whether to scream in horror or beg for some fucking cock.
She didn’t have to beg.
It wasn’t long before the back of her skirt was lifted and tucked into its waistband. Similarly, she found her head being forced lower, bending her over until her back was parallel to the train’s floor. Next, a pair of cloth-covered legs pressed up against her bare ones and a thick, hard cock slid up and down her wet entrance. She wanted to tell the guy behind her to quit fucking around and just slam it home, but talking wasn’t an option, as the other guy pulled out his own cock and pressed it against her lips until she opened her mouth and took it in.
With her breasts dangling beneath her, Victoria went to work, eagerly swirling her hot little tongue around the fat cockhead in her mouth, making sure to drag it along the sensitive rim. She was in mid-swirl when the other cock was suddenly and violently rammed into her juicy cunt, forcing her to scream around the meat in her mouth.
While the guy in front was happy to allow Victoria to do the work with her tongue and lips, the other guy pounded her cunt, and did so with varied strokes: he changed speed, depth, and time between strokes so often that she couldn’t predict what was coming next, and that gave her a sense of anticipation that increased the sensation from every stroke. That, in turn, helped make her cunt sloppy wet, and tore her concentration from the otherwise fine blow job she was giving. When her rate of sucking and slurping fell off, the irritated owner of that cock dickslapped her twice and then began to fuck her face, holding the back of her head and pounding his hardness deep into her wanton mouth like a jackhammer, with each thrust coming closer and closer to forcing its way into her throat.
Being boned from both ends, Victoria was on sensory overload and reeled out of control, openly mauling her own tits as they swung freely, putting on a show for anyone who cared to look. She was abusing her own tits harder than her molester ever had. She gagged on cock with every stroke, like she was Sasha Grey’s understudy, and the cock in her cunt kept changing his strokes, only now, he was openly finger fucking her asshole. She hadn’t been a virgin before today, but her asshole had been. She didn’t really want anything in there as a matter of principle, but she was too far gone now mentally to even notice. At that moment, the finger stretching and pummeling her shitter was just another delicious sensation.
“Gawwwdmmmmmm,” she shrieked, “fuuuumehharrurrr!” which was the cock-muffled version of ‘goddamnit, fuck me harder!’
Victoria’s breaths were small and infrequent, coming in the few moments between each thrust of a cock into her throat. She’d never even come close to deep throating a cock before, but with her torso parallel to the floor and her head bent back, she had been positioned perfectly, and his powerful face fucking had taken care of the rest. Meanwhile, the cock in her ass had changed. Unaware that the bijin (hot babe) was quickly nearing an orgasm, the man fucking her had switched to a rhythmic, fast-paced deep stroke as he neared his own climax.
The cock lodged in Victoria’s throat exploded first, showering her throat with blast after blast of cum. She swallowed reflexively, and the rapid constrictions of her throat only served to intensify the man’s orgasm. Intensely – and unbelievably – turned on by her public defilement, Victoria climaxed next, shrieking for everyone in the car to hear as the cock was pulled from her mouth. Such a scream when she was first being felt up might have saved her, but she had been embarrassed and unwilling to make a scene. Now, she didn’t give a flying rat fuck who heard her as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Her vaginal contractions set off the last man, and he grunted as his cock poured a river of cum into her thoroughly fucked cunt.
The funny part was the aftermath, where both men – who didn’t know each other – wiped off their cocks on her cheeks…ass cheeks in back and facial ones in front. By the time Victoria recovered from the hardest, longest orgasm of her short life, the two men had melted back into the crowd, leaving her in a daze to struggle with her clothes as she tried to put herself in some semblance of neatness.
Victoria was busy brushing out her hair when the doors opened and she could finally step off, which she did with some alacrity. She turned and watched as the train disappeared from sight before going to discover which station she was at and which train to take to go back to her intended station. She cleaned up then in the station’s ladies’ room, before getting on the right train. Her ride back was uneventful, for which she was both grateful and a little disappointed, a whirl of conflicting emotions that she knew she would have to deal with for the rest of her life, because being publicly used and abused had helped her discover a previously hidden side to her personality…to her sexuality. Victoria had been scared at first, but being on display for anyone to look at and use had been the most intense turn-on of her life. She knew she could easily have been gangbanged, and further, she knew she would have loved it even more than the rough fucking she had gotten.
As she schlepped off her train at the proper station minutes later, she was looking forward to a long soak in the whirlpool tub in her suite. She had a body that needed soothing, roiled emotions that needed settling, and a new reality that needed adjusting to. I like public exposure, rough sex, and being forced to submit, she thought. What do I do with this new information? How do I use it? And who will be the next to use it against me?
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