Carl sat in the mostly empty Wendy's, finishing up the burger and fries on his tray. It was almost 2pm and way past the lunch rush. He had trouble finding a place to park his big rig in this one-stoplight town, so he ended up parking in a vacant lot a block away. The only thing this town had was the Wendy's even so he was alone with a few other patrons.
Carl had scoped out the place half hour ago, ordered his food, and now was just picking at it. He had already refilled his coke twice. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his text messages until he came to the ones from her. The messages were full of naughty pictures and dirty promises. A woman he only knew as Lauren that he met online and was willing to do anything a man asked. His phone was full of pictures of her completing task after task, each one kinkier than the last.
He looked up when the black Audi A4 pulled into the parking lot. It was probably the most expensive car this boring little town had ever seen. He watched as the door opened and a pale leg punctuated by a shiny black impossibly-high heel emerged. He noticed her shoes were red on the bottom. The rest of the woman emerged, a lovely and full-figured girl wearing a professional black skirt suit. Her skirt hit right above the knee, the only thing that looked off was that her blazer was buttoned up and she didn't appear to be wearing a shirt underneath, her full cleavage was on display. Her brunette hair was pulled up into a chic bun, she wore pearls around her neck, and dark cat-eye sunglasses obstructed her face. Her lips were painted a red as deep as the red on the sole of her shoes. Carl stiffened at just the sight of her.
She's really here, he thought.
He watched her enter the Wendy's and make a beeline for the bathrooms. He noticed she did not look around at the patrons at all, but she did slip into the men's room without anyone noticing.
Carl could not believe his good luck. The woman he'd been texting with, sharing fantasies with for months, had really showed up. He left his tray on the table and made for the bathroom.
He pushed the door open slowly, and he saw her. She had set her expensive Burberry bag on the ground next to her. She was sitting on the toilet seat, her legs crossed seductively. She had a black silk blindfold on her eyes, and her hands were handcuffed behind her. She held the key to her handcuffs in between her teeth.
Carl whistled appreciatively and took the key from her lips, slipping it into his pocket. He reached out and cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger, if she hadn't been blindfolded he would have been forcing her to meet his eyes.
"You want something, slut?" he asked.
She licked her red lips. "Please use me, sir."
He looked her up and down, drunk her in. He reached down and unbuttoned her blazer. She was wearing a red silk corset underneath, her large and full breasts were barely resting in the cups. He reached down and lifted each of her breasts up so that the nipples rested outside the corset, on full and naughty display for him. She hissed when he took both between thumb and forefinger and began tweaking. He rolled the pink nubs over and over between his fingers, really making her squirm in her seat.
"Your nipples are sensitive, aren't they?" he asked.
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Why don't you spread your legs and show me how wet you are just from me playing with your nipples?"
She nodded again and adjusted her position on the seat. Her high heels raised her knees above the height of the bowl and when she spread her knees wide her skirt bunched up around her waist. Carl noted her red silk underwear, with a noticeable wet spot over her opening. He also realized that she had nude silk stocking on, with a red welt, and a red silk six-strap garter belt.
He pretended to be uninterested in her invitation, instead he continued to tweak her nipples. "You are soaking through your panties," he pointed out.
She nodded. "Yes sir. I'm really horny."
"I can tell. Would you like to suck my dirty trucker dick?"
She licked her lips seductively. "Yes sir. Please, let me suck your cock."
Carl grinned to himself, once again he couldn't believe his luck. He unbuckled his faux leather belt, unzipped his dirty jeans, and pushed his day-old underwear down his hips. He had been on the road for while and hadn't showered, just as she had requested.
He grabbed her head and maneuvered his cock into her eager mouth. In one motion she had swallowed him completely, her nose nestled against his grey pubic hair. He held her head there, his cock hitting deep in the back of her throat and making her inhale his scent.
Slowly he withdrew, letting her suck on him until his head popped out from between her lips.
"Well? How does it taste?"
She licked her lips, eager.. "Delicious sir. Please let me suck your cock more."
He grinned to himself and placed his cock tip right against her lips.
"Kiss it," he said.
She pressed her lips against his tip, practically swallowing half of it.
He withdrew a little. "Lick the piss slit."
He watched her tongue come out and press against his tip, then once she found it she really dug in with the tip of her tongue. He pulled on the skin a bit, letting her really get in there.
"You like that?"
"Yes sir," she said, her tongue still working his slit.
"Open wide," he said, guiding his cock back in until once again he was hitting the back of her throat. He held her still, felt her drool on his balls. "Do all rich bitches like you get wet over men like me?"
She nodded, her lips still wrapped around his base.
"So when you see a construction worker, or a trucker, or a garbage man do you always imagine getting on your knees and blowing them?"
He pulled his dick out, letting her answer. "Yes sir. I am a dirty slut who wants to be used by rough men."
He smiled, and patted her cheek affectionately.
"I like your honesty. What else do you imagine doing with them?"
"I imagine them coming in my ass. And then I imagine the cum dripping out later in the day, when I'm at a meeting or giving a presentation," she said.
He grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet, then bent her over so that she was facing the door. He pushed her skirt up over her ample ass and pulled her satin panties down. Her garter belt kept the panties from sliding down further than her hips, they exposed her asshole to him but the stretched fabric still obscured her pussy. This suited Carl just fine. He inserted his finger, finding her ass already wet and loose.
"I think you do more than imagine it, you rich bitch. You look well-used back here."
"Yes..." she said, pushing against his fingers. She was grinding her ass against his hand. "I don't deserve a man's cock in my pussy."
"God, what an anal slut you are," he said, removing his hand completely and pressing his dick against her butthole.
"Yessss..." she said, and pushed herself back. He didn't even need to thrust, she speared herself on his cock easily and eagerly. He was balls deep in her ass before he knew it.
