He was in Grinder. He likes a guy in dress up. I like to wear a schoolgirl outfit and drive into the forest, smoke some pot and jerk off. I can't play at home as zi have 2 roommates.
He picked me up outside my apartment. I rushed out so no one might see e in the schoolgirl clothes. Knee highs, a plaid skirt, white blouse and shiny black shoes. I had red ribbons in my hair.
He was older and a bit fatter than he presented himself. I hesitated.
He played the part we had discussed, though.
"Get in the truck, bitch."
I obeyed.
He continues to play the dominant male, and I was the submissive schoolgirl.
He played the role well. I wasn't sure if he was just playing or if I had bit off a lot more than I wanted to chew. I always dreamed of being caught or discovered, kidnapped and held captive by a stern man. Made to be his sex slave. But it never really ever happened. Until now, perhaps.
I was very nervous.
I didn't have time to react or change my mind. I was at his mercy. I had climbed into his big dark truck, late at night. I did it on my own. Voluntarily. What was I thinking?
As we had chatted about, I was hoping to be his little fuck toy. A submissive slut. Sucking his cock and anything else he demanded. I was hard just thinking about it all day. So why am I so reluctant now?
I slid into the seat and closed the door. He was looking at me checking me out. Sizing me up. Up and down. We weren't moving yet. I felt like this was my chance. I decided to take a rain check. I reached for the door handle I had just closed. Bad idea.
His hand gripped the back of my neck. He pulled me back into the seat. He rolled over the center console, pushing me back against the seat. His had covered my mouth. I tried to cry out. His hand silenced me. Suddenly I realized there was a soft rubber ball in his hand! My mouth opened from the force. The ball was huge! My mouth pried open.
"Oh Fuck!"
I tried to pull his hand away. He quickly wrapped my wrists together with a plastic wire tie, then tightened it. The ball popped out of my mouth. I gasped for air. He forded my head down between my knees. My hands were pulled down to the floorboard. Somehow, they were attached to the floor. I couldn't sit up. I saw the big rubber ball rolling around on the floor. Then his hand appeared, picking it up. I tried to resist. He pulled my blouse aside, exposing the cute pink training bra I had picked out just for this occasion, pinching my nipple really hard. I let out a loud "Help!'
That was it. He had the back of my head by my hair. The ball went back in. "Oooof!"
The sound of a long sticky piece of clear packing tape being ripped off the roll never sounded so sinister. He wrapped it around my head, covering my mouth and pushing the ball deeper inside. My cheeks puffed out. I tried to scream. I blew snot through my nose. I was crying.
And, to my surprise, I was hard.
Before we drove off to my secret place in the forest, before he tore my clothes half off, before he force fed me his huge salty cock and ordered me to swallow every bit, before he rolled me onto the forest floor and fucked y like a squealing piggy, before all that, he kissed me.
He leaned in close, licking the side of my face. Kissing my cheek. The kissing my tape covered mouth. Licking and kissing me. Holding me close. Squeezing my littler boy boobs. Squeezing my tight virgin ass. He took some time warming me up, and him. I was ready. he was too. I squirmed and struggled. I made little squealing noises. He liked me trying to speak and cry out.
As we drove out toward the forest, he was squeezing my thigh. Pulling my bourse open. Looking at me so lustfully. I had bindings burns for a week after. My ass was sore from him spanking me just to hear me squealing like a frightened schoolgirl. My mouth and jaw were do sore. When the ball came out, his cock went in. In and out all night. Then, of course, he violated my ass as well. My slippery wet butt hole opened for him more than twice. After a few hours, I lost count. I lost count of everything. I think I forgot my name there for a while too.
He called me bitch, whore, cock slut, sissy, cum slut, etc. Never my name. I'm not sure he knows it.
A few weeks later I texted him. I asked if he was available again soon. He will be here in an hour. I had to buy new clothes. He ripped the other outfit up pretty good. I was surprised by his response when i texted him.
"I'm surprised you want to come back for more."
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