I’ve always been a good girl. Even buzzed, I’m careful to behave. Years of being an only daughter raised in a strict religious household have ingrained it in me. And maybe it was that lack of structure, of authority, when I drifted free in my twenties that led me to this unprecedented situation.
It’s dark. It’s late. My ass is sore, because I’ve been sitting in a car for four days. And at night, there’s always his hand to leave it red in a new hotel room. It’s going on eighteen hours of sleeplessness and driving has become dangerous. That’s why we stopped at this rest stop, eighteen-wheelers lined up along the front, the truckers asleep or otherwise occupied inside because it’s three AM on a hot summer night. I can barely keep my eyes open under the trees, and next to me, a tall man is holding me up while we sit on an uncomfortable picnic bench.
“You said you would,” he says.
So tired. My head swims trying to find an excuse. Knowing he doesn’t tolerate hearing no. “That was hours ago. It’s not private here. There might be snakes in the grass…” Desperate, I throw them all out.
“I don’t care when it was. It doesn’t matter whether someone sees you. We’ll do it standing up.”
Out of excuses, I rest my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes. Maybe if I just ignore him it’ll go away. He lets me sit a few moments, then grabs me under my arms without ceremony and hauls me away behind the public bathroom.
“Here. Now.” He pushes me down and unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans. He doesn’t wear underwear. His cock is free, and he grabs my hair and yanks me up so that my lips are where he wants them. “Put it in your mouth. I want you to feel it get big enough to gag you.”
I hate being told what to do. I hate how much I love the taste of his dick on my tongue. I hate how wet being ordered around makes me. I run my tongue slow over his head and suckle away at him. In seconds he’s hard. My knees ache from kneeling on concrete and I can still see the line of trucks from where we are. Taking him in, then dragging my lips back up his shaft, sucking him off is nearly an automatic act by now in my exhausted state. In no time he’s covered in spit and my fingers are rubbing and stroking what my mouth can’t take. If any truckers are awake, they see a short girl in tiny shorts on her knees with her mouth full of dick, and a tall man’s hands full of her long hair. Maybe they’ve seen enough, done enough, to know as well as I do from his posture that he’s about to get rough.
Two words. “Take it.” His fists tighten in my hair and soon there’s no room for my hand because he’s shoving his cock down my throat. Thrusting and fucking in my mouth like he’s between my legs. He’s so big it hurts wherever he goes, and he’s fucked me everywhere. With his dick jammed in my throat, I think back to the time he left his cum leaking out of my asshole and my wet pussy throbs. My hands creep up to hold onto his hips, my tongue works along the underside of his shaft and once he realizes I’m enjoying myself it’s all over. This morning, for the first time, I’m meeting his parents and by now I’m well aware I’ll have his cum in me when I shake their hands.
He pulls out of my mouth. Pulling me up roughly by the hair, he turns me around and shoves me against the rough brick. I can feel it scraping across my cheek. My hands are up against the wall helpless while he yanks my shorts down and pulls me up on my toes. Parts my legs to spank my cunt hard before he pushes them back together and I feel his thick, hard cock shoving rough inside me. Fuck, it hurts. From the entrance he forces open to the deepest end he bruises with every hard thrust, my entire pussy is in agony stretched tight around his naked dick.
But I told him I was his. He might introduce me as a girlfriend, but we know I’m his property. I wasn’t cheap or easy and he’s going to use me however he needs. Working his cock in and out of a tight, wet slit he owns. It doesn’t matter if he has to cover my mouth to muffle the pained groans. He’ll buy me makeup to cover the marks around my neck. He has restraints ready for the nights I’m too nervous to stay still when he wants to spread me open and have me again and again.
I can’t help it. Thinking of everything he’ll do to me whether I want it or not, I cum. Squeezing down tighter on him, musky, clear wetness gushing from me and running down my legs. I almost push him out with the force and he tightens his fingers on my neck and shoves his cock up through me, splintering pain sending a choked yelp out of me that pushes him over the edge. One, two, three hard thrusts and a moan I love getting out of him. Knowing it means I’m full of his jizz. That shoving his hard dick in and out of my inexperienced little cunt got him there. That my last clean pair of panties will be stained with cum again…
I’ll always have fond memories of that Indiana rest stop.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5a1q06/behind_the_rest_stop_bathroom_mf_bdsm_oral