We met for a beer

We met for a beer. I’d purchased a matching virgin white lace bra and panties. While in the ladies section I noticed a Playtex high waisted girdle in bright white as well. Just before checking out I added a pair of plus size thigh high stockings with big wide lace tops. This was going to make a sexy outfit. 

He was in jeans and a black t shirt a bit scruffier than in his photos. I’m tall and leggy and he is taller and chubby. I must have had a disappointed look on my face. He sat close to me. He smiled and told me he was running late from work and hadn’t had time to go home to clean up. He smelled of sweat and dirt. He runs a forklift or something. He said we might reschedule if I wasn’t ok with him this way. We had planned on getting frisky in his truck in the back parking lot. It was late and I was ready to go. I was sure someone had noticed the lines of the bra under my blue polo shirt. And the white stockings were showing beneath my cuffed slacks, above my loafers. A guy had actually stopped by to say hello. I wasn’t sure why. I look very manly in my nice clothes. But I felt vulnerable and exposed with the garments hidden underneath. I’d put his business card in my pocket just in case.

I didn’t care if he smelled. I was ready to leave.

His hand slipped around my back as we stood up from the bar. Like he was helping me stand. I felt him checking out the bra strap under my shirt. He smiles and whispered something to me. 
“You did dress up for me. This is going to be fun.”

In the parking lot he continued to rub and feel my back, pulling a bit at the back of the bra . He had parked well back away from the bar. All the way  across a gravel road behind an old dark building. No one will see us here. No one would hear me cry for help either. I just met this hairy, smelly guy. The reality of what could happen to me set in. His arm was wrapped all the way around me. I was slowing down the pace. He looked at me sternly. “Get in the truck, bitch!”

It might seem odd, but that was music to my ears. That was the way I’d asked him to speak to me when we were chatting on line. He enjoyed calling me a bitch and it had become our love language of sorts. So I continued the chat hoping he would too. “Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere with you, fucker!

The truck doors unlocked. I large strong hand gripped the back of my neck. The back door to his high lifted double cab construction truck opened. He grabbed my wrist, dragging me in by my arm and my neck. I’m face down as he climbs in behind me. My face is pressed down against the cold leather seats. The door closes behind us. the lights go out . There is for a moment, tension and silence. I’m waiting. Waiting.

He adjusts his position and begins.

His cold hand slides up under the back of my shirt while the other grabs my ass right between my cheeks. “Get this fucking shit off, cunt!”

I quickly try to remove my polo and my slacks, I kick off my loafers hearing them drop to the floor, one, then the other. I’m turned onto my back. He roughly pulls my slacks down over my ass and off each stocking covered leg. He hesitates, feeling the soft silky nylons. His tongue licks the inside of my knee. His hands wander up to my thighs. The stockings feel nice. I love him manhandling me. I let out a loud “oh my god!”

“Shut up, bitch!” He laughs. He has worked his way up where I’d face is right in my crotch. My legs are spread out up and over his broad shoulders. He is nuzzling my panties with half his head under the rubbery Playtex girdle. I can feel his wide open wet mouth suckling my dick inside the lace panties. I wasn’t expecting this, but I wasn’t complaining.

His strong hands run up and down my nylon, girdle and bra encased body.  The polo is over my head pinning my arms up above me and covering my face. I’m struggling to finally get it all the way off. His hands are squeezing the bra cups and pinching my nipples. I’m in heaven. 
Suddenly he grabs me, pulling me upright sitting on the seat. He is right next to me. He leans in and starts kissing me. I’ve never kissed another man. I liked it. I relaxed and let him in. Warm wet deep tongue in my mouth. His hands didn’t stop working my tits and crotch. He was unbuckling his jeans. I knew this was it. My moment of truth. I’d never sucked a cock before either. He held me close, his hand placed just right on the back of my head, whispering sweet nothings. “You’re going to suck my cock like a whore. Then when I’m ready, I’m going to fuck your sissy ass harder than anyone’s ever been fucked!”

The pressure from his hand pushed my head right down. His hard cock was in his other hand. With out any hesitation or fanfare, I opened and in it went. My lips split as the girth of his throbbing cock opened my mouth really wide. It was filled as I gulped and let it keep sliding in. It didn’t stop until the big fat head popped into the back of my throat. He held me there. I tried to swallow. I tried to breathe. I choked and gagged in it. He let me up for air and to regain my composure. “More of that, bitch!”

I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He smiled and pushed me down again. I took it all for a long, long time. I’d suddenly learned to be throat fucked in just one minute. I was sort of proud.
This went on for quite a few minutes.

I learned to be a good cocksucker. I liked that a lot.

the fucking came next. He wanted to cum deep in my ass. But he didn’t last long enough to really rail me silly. I was proud of that too.