*I wrote this for a friend who just sent me a picture of herself as she drove back from her run. All sorts of coercion/nonconsent/degradation/blackmail in here.*
*I think she’d like you to know, by the way, that the person I describe in this story is pretty much how she looks in her pictures and I was definitely thinking of doing this to her as I wrote.*
*As always, I definitely appreciate interaction – feedback, encouragement, and any thoughts this inspired!*
I’d like to think I would have pulled over for anyone – it was a pretty deserted stretch of road and cell service was spotty at best, not a great place to get a flat tire.
But when I saw you trying to flag me down – the pretty young girl I’d just seen at the running track, cute and blonde and half my age – yeah, I knew I had to stop.
I got out and we talked a bit, you apologized for being such a bother and the like, and pretty soon I was getting my clothes dirty kneeling on the side of the road jacking up your car and working on getting the flat off.
I couldn’t help but watch you as you hovered nearby. Cute little college girl just trying to get home from her workout. You looked so innocent and naive, but I couldn’t help but notice your tits…you had worn a push-up bra to go running in. Who does that? Long pretty pink nails that you’d surely ruin trying to do this by yourself. Looking so doe-ish, but also not too worried.
Someone like you probably never worried much about getting a flat tire, did they? You looked so innocent, but with a body and a face like that you were probably pretty confident you could sucker any man passing by into changing a tire for you.
Tired and increasingly distracted by you, I stood up to take a break. It probably would have just been a break too, if you hadn’t impatiently padded over and asked “Are you done?”
I looked you in the eye – and then down at those tits – and made a decision. “Mmm, soon,” I said, “But we haven’t discussed how you’re gonna pay me back.”
“Oh?”, you said, feigning innocent, “I thought you were just being nice!”
“I bet you a lot of men are nice to do you, aren’t they?” I said as I moved up closer to you, my hand going to your waist. “Are you nice to them back?”
I saw a flicker of panic on your face as you looked around at the empty stretch of road and then back up at me. Your sudden sureness you could get whatever you wanted without consequence faltering as you mumbled, “Uh, um, I try to be nice…”
I grabbed your waist and pulled you between me and the hood of your car and you made a little gasp. “Listen, I’m not a beast…just say something and I’ll leave you here on the side of the road. Alone. And who knows who else might come along. Or when.”
I felt your breathing quicken as I pressed up against you, your ass up against your car. You made a little whimpering sound, but didn’t say anything.
I pointed that out, “I’m not hearing you say anything? Is that because you’re scared, or because you’re turned on by the idea of paying for a tire change with that tight little body of yours?”
As I asked the question, I brought my hand up between your legs, pressing against your cunt through your workout pants. No words from you yet, but a moan escaped your lips.
I grinned and grabbed your hair with one hand and your hip with the other, and turned you over and roughly bent you over the hood of the car, enjoying the little “umpf” you made as I pressed you down. “You like it, don’t you? A man old enough to be your father grabbing your cunt and bending you over to fuck you?”
I twisted your hair a little and you made a soft sound but, of course, wouldn’t admit when a slut you were. That’s okay, I was happy to make sure you knew.
“That little cunt is already wet for me, already ready for my cock, isn’t it you little slut?” I growled in your ear as I reached back to pull your pants down…and saw a skimpy little black thongs. I jerked your head up by your hair to lean in close to you, grinding myself against your ass. “You were hoping to get fucked today, weren’t you?”
You made another soft prey-like sound as I pulled your thong aside a little and pressed my hand up between your legs, rubbing your pussy. Not trying to please you or get you off – that isn’t what this was about. Just making sure you were wet enough for me.
You were. Bent over your car on a dusty roadside, pinned by a man older and bigger than you, demanding you pay for a simple favour with your body…and you were soaking wet.
“What a fucking slut,” I said more to myself than to you, as I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
I think the sound of my pants opening jolted you into realizing this was actually happening, as you suddenly squirmed and struggled a bit. I leaned over you with my weight, grip in your hair, and just said, “Say it – say ‘leave me along on the side of the road’, and I will. Say the words and I’ll let you go in an instant. Otherwise, I’m taking my payment from your body.”
I felt you take a deep breath to steady yourself and then although you wriggled a bit, you fell silent.
At least until I brought the head of my cock against your cunt and shoved myself into you, then you had a noise to make.
I kept a firm grip on your hair, while with my other hand I grabbed one of your wrists to pull it behind your back for leverage as I started hammering you. No warm-up, no foreplay, just fucking this little college slut over the hood of her car as hard as I could.
I got the impression you didn’t need the warm-up anyways. You were tight but so fucking wet as my cock pumped in and out of you.
It didn’t take long, fucking your tight little body punishingly hard, before I was tightening my fingers around your wrist bruisingly hard and really pulling back on your hair as you grunted with each hard thrust into you. Until I moaned and started cumming deep inside of you, filling up your cunt.
My own breathing hard from fucking, I let myself rest against you for a moment, my cock still inside of you, letting you absorb what had happened.
Finally I pulled out of you, admiring the sight of you looking half dejected at being taken like that, and half frustrated that it hadn’t lasted longer. Pants down around your ankles, bent over, thong pushed aside and looking very thoroughly fucked.
Such a beautiful image, I had to preserve it.
“Look at me slut,” I said, and your head came up as commanded – flushed and wanton looking, even if there were tears on your cheeks. That perfect make-up ruined. Looking the perfect slut bent over like that. And looking right up into the camera on my phone, realizing just a little too late as you heard the sound of my camera go off.
I left you there for awhile to collect your dignity – after all, I still had to compose myself and finish changing your tire.
By the time I was done, you’d pulled your pants back up and even tried to fix your makeup a little. You looked somewhere in-between ashamed and aroused, but you did surprise me with what you said –
“Thank you.”
I smiled a bit at that…not a word when you were bent over taking my cock, but you still thanked me for changing your tire. Maybe you weren’t the ungrateful little slut I thought you were.
I softened a little, and pulled out my phone – the one with your picture on it, your face clearly visible as you were bent over your car, ass and cunt exposed. I unlocked it and handed it to you so you could delete the picture, and you flushed as you took the phone. Your brow furrowed and you looked mildly panicked as you saw yourself like that I imagine. You swiped a few times, typed a little, and then handed me back my phone.
Instead of seeing your picture deleted, I looked down and saw it in my phone contacts, right next to your phone number.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ldkps8/roadside_slut_mdom_fsub_cnc_degradation_blackmail