Broe Down and Broe In

This couldn't be a worse situation. Our POS car broke down on the side of the road. My phone is dead and my idiot boyfriend dropped his in the lake at the end of our hike. Not that it would matter, I doubt there's any cell phone coverage out here. Chase, my boyfriend, has the car hood open and he's staring down at it like he actually knows anything about cars. Which is laughable, he's the most "city boy" man I've ever met; not that I know anything about cars either, but I'm a girl, I'm not supposed to know these things. We sit in the waning daylight for 30 minutes without any sign of human life.

"Why'd we have to drive out into the middle of nowhere for a hike?" I complain.

"I heard that the lake was really beautiful, I mean it was beautiful, I've never seen water so clear." Chase replies.

"Were you so mesmerized by the pretty water that you couldn't keep a handle on your phone?" I ask. Chase blushes.

"I told you, I stumbled on a rock and just let go. It wasn't on purpose." Chase responds sheepishly. I know I'm just being bitchy. None of this is really his fault, and I was the one who wanted to go hiking, Chase just picked the hike. I'm tired and hungry and right now I just want to blame someone for our misfortune.

"Hey look! Headlights!" Chase suddenly exclaims.

"Finally! It's about time one of these local rednecks drives by." I say as Chase and I start waving our arms frantically, trying to flag down the vehicle. The rusty, old, red truck rolls to a stop outside next to us. I look inside and see a burly, ruddy man at the steering wheel.

"You folks okay?" He asks with a twangy accent.

"Yeah, we're fine. Just some car troubles and two dead phones." Chase yells over the diesel engine. The man in the truck looks around at the surrounding. He's handsome for a hick.

"You couldn't have broke down in a worst spot, friend. But I'll take a look under the hood and see if I can't help you out," the man in the truck says. He slams his rust bucket in park and kills the obnoxiously loud engine. His door squeals as he opens it. When he stands up I'm surprised by his height. He looks clear over the cab of the tall truck. He crosses in front of the truck and tips his ball cap at me.

"Miss," he says to me. He's wearing a stained white T-shirt and jeans. His T-shirt barely fits around his substantial arms. His hands look rough and they're stained with hard work. I can tell that he's very muscular from hard labor. "Now this is a man," I think to myself. The man from the truck takes his ball cap off and turns it backwards before leaning over the engine. I bite my lip and lean over to get a better view of his work. His massive, scared hands touch here and there with clear knowledge of how an engine operates, or at least I assume so.

"Ah, thought so," he says as he rips a rubber tube from the engine like it was held on by sticky tape. "Wow, he's so strong," I think.

"These cars tend to blow a hose in the heat. I could fix it for ya, but I'd have to run back into town to get the part," the man says.

"Can't you just fix it here?" Chase asks. The man from the truck looks at him with a bored, demeaning expression. He turns the hose toward chase in me showing the massive hole that's been blow out the side of it.

"What? You think I can just throw some duct tape on that shit and it'll be fine? Besides y'all need coolant too. I ain't got the part nor the coolant with me. Those are back in town," he says obviously annoyed.

"Well, what about a tow? Can't we just get a tow," Chase asks.

"Nah, Gary runs a tow out of his little auto shop, but he's out fishing this weekend. Won't be back until Monday. Which means he can't fix it until Monday if that's what your next question is. Like I said, I could run back into town and grab the part and the coolant for y'all and have it fixed in about 5 minutes. I forgot my wallet at home, though." The man points in the direction he was headed. "So, one of you is gonna need to come with me to pay for the stuff. One of you should stay here and make sure no teenagers slash your tires or worse while we're gone."

"Well, what about..." Chase says as I cut him off.

"Chase, shut the fuck up. I'll go with the man and pay for the stuff. You stay here with the car and safeguard it," I say with a tone he should know not to question.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, honey. Why don't you stay with the car and I'll go," Chase says.

"Quit being a bitch. I'm not staying here to fight off a band of teenagers. I'll be back soon," I reply as I fetch my purse out of the car. I start heading toward the truck when the man cuts me off and opens the passenger door for me.

"I...Well... It's Just..." Chase stammers.

"Dude, man up. It'll be fine," I say dismissively. I climb into the truck and the man shuts the door behind me.

"It'll be about an hour, maybe hour and a half. It's a drive into town and then I've got to convince Clive to open the auto parts store after hours. I imagine you're hungry. Want us to bring some food back for you?" the man asks as he walks around the front of the truck.

"No, no, that's fine. I've got a bunch of protein bars in my hiking pack," Chase responds. The man looks at him for a moment like he's got an ass for a forehead.

"Uh, huh, well enjoy 'em, I guess." Then the man climbs into the truck with me, slams his rusty door and turns over the loud engine. He puts his hand behind my seat and turns to look in the rearview as he backs up and turns around. I take a peek at his massive, muscle taught arm as it rests near my head. And then he's off down the road. Looking around at the interior of his truck I find that it's every bit as dirty and worn out as I suspected it would be.

"Guess cleaning this thing would be like putting lipstick on a pig, huh?" I say with a snarky attitude.

"Excuse me?" he asks while giving me a side eye.

"You must not go on a lot of dates, otherwise I'd imagine this bucket of rust would look nicer," I respond.

"Miss, this here is a work truck. It ain't supposed to be pretty. I use it around my farm and to get to town for work. You're clearly from the city so this probably won't mean anything to you, but a dirty truck is a sign of a hard-working man, 'round here women like hard working men," he says firmly.

"Hmm, guess I wouldn't understand. I'm more into the trust fund, finance guy who pays other people to clean his car." I know I'm being pretentious here, but I really want him to understand how inferior his lifestyle is to mine. He turns his head to look at me for an uncomfortable amount of time before looking back to the road. Then a mischievous smirk appears beneath his bearded face. Damn, he's handsome. Put that man in a suit and I'd be as slutty as I was in college. "What? Got something to say?" I ask, bitchingly.

"How's that trust fund, finance boy working out for ya today, darlin?" he says, amused with himself. Darlin? Darlin? Who does this redneck think he is calling me darlin?

"It's working fine. He provides me with a lifestyle I'm sure you can only dream of," I retort. The man just grunts and nods his head. Stupid fucking hick. What does he know? We drive for another 10 minutes in the desert with no sign of life. "Where the fuck is this podunk town? You're not just driving me out in the middle of nowhere, are you? You should know, I've taken self-defense classes, so don't get any ideas." He turns his head and slowly surveys me from foot to head, taking stock of me. His eyes are dark and intense as he measures me up. I can feel myself getting hot from the blatant way he checks me out. Then he smiles and turns his attention back to the road. "Like what you see, asshole?" I say to him.

"Are all city girls so bitchy?" he asks. My mouth hangs open at the disrespect. I go to say something but he cuts me off. "Hey, don't bother. Whatever clever thing you're going to respond with, don't. I'm being nice here doing you a favor. Don't push me lady," he says sternly. How dare he tell me what to do. I'm a business woman and I won't be talked to like that, especially from some inbred, hillbilly.

"Don't ever talk to me that way. I probably make more in a month than you make in an entire year. You, you stupid, poor, uneducated redneck," I say with as much venom as I can muster. The man slams on the brakes and pulls the truck to the side of the road.

"Alright, I've had enough. Get out," he says calmy without looking at me. I look around at the barren desert all around me.

"You can't be serious. You're going to leave me in the desert alone?" I ask incredulously.

"Well I ain't going to take your abuses while I'm trying to do you a favor. Since you want to be an ungrateful, stuck-up bitch, you can figure your own way to town. It's only another 10 miles," he responds.

"10 miles? You expect me to walk 10 miles into town? Are you nuts?" I'm getting worried he might mean it. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean to him.

"Miss, I don't expect you to do anything but kindly, get the fuck out of my truck," gesturing to the door. I bite my lip and think through my options.

"I'll be quiet, just drive me to town already; you've made your point," trying to placate his anger.

"Nah, we're past that. Besides, that's not even an apology for being a pain in the ass." He says. Dammit, he's much more stubborn than Chase. He never stands up to me when I'm being bitchy, and any hint of displeasure and a little manipulation sets him straight. I might have to dig deeper into my arsenal. I lean toward the man and squeeze my arms together so my cleavage is on full display.

"You're right. I haven't been very grateful. Please, drive me to town." I say as I bat my eyelashes at him. This always works in my corporate office. I smile a little as he takes the bait and looks down my low-cut shirt at my perfect breasts. He chuckles to himself.

"You think a false smile, a non-apology, and a little cleavage is gonna change my mind? Nah, fuck that." He says, then he gets out of the truck, walks around to my door, and yanks it open. I'm a little startled at his aggressiveness and by the fact that he didn't take the bait. He nods his head out toward the desert. "Go on, get out." I'm stunned and all I can do is shake my head no. He sighs deeply to himself. Then reaches around me to unbuckle the seatbelt. I panic and fight his hands away and scratch his arm with my nails. He doesn't even acknowledge that it hurts. He just pulls his arm away and looks at faint blood trickling down his arm. Then he lets out this low growl. I shiver at the sound of it. The man produces a knife from his pocket and flips it open. Terror floods my system. I've pushed it too far this time. He's going to hurt me. He slowly reaches the knife inside the truck then cuts the seatbelt. The remaining slacks whips my nipple as it retracts into the wall. I gasp at the pain. "Get. Out." He says sternly.

"No!" I respond defiantly. Before I realize what's happening he dives his whole body into the truck and grabs me around the waist. Then he yards me out of the truck like I weigh nothing at all. He plops me onto the dirt. It stings my ass, but I do my best to pull my admittedly short skirt down. "You fucker. You mother fucker. I'll press charges." I scream. He doesn't look scared at all.

"Yeah, good luck with that." He slams my door shut then starts to walk towards his side of the truck. Oh god, he's actually going to leave me!

"WAIT!" I scream as I run to his side and grab his hand, tugging at it. "Wait, please don't leave me out here. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a bitch, but you can't leave me stranded." The man looks down at me with no pity in his dark eyes. I'm getting desperate at this point. I'm not used to men like this. "I'll do anything, just don't leave me out here." I plead. At that I see a glint in his eyes and a dark thought brewing in his head. I know instantly that I've made a mistake, but I'm running out of options and cards to play.

"Anything, huh?" He says as he rubs his beard with his other hand. "Tell you what city girl, you've been awfully proud this whole time. If you humiliate yourself a bit and make me cum, I'll drive you to town." Bastard, of course he'd use this situation against me for his own sexual gratification. On impulse I respond:

"Go to hell."

"Alright." He says and starts towards the truck door again. I tug at his hand again.

"Ok! Ok!" I say desperately. "If I make you cum, you promise to take me to town?" I ask.

"That's the deal." He says with a bit of amusement in his voice. I pull him back to the side of the road so that I'm hidden by the truck a little. I haven't seen any other vehicles today, but it would be my luck that someone drives up in my moment of humiliation. I stop and get down on my knees. The dirt and rocks dig into my knees. I bundle up my hair into a ponytail. I've used blowjobs to get ahead in life before, I can do it again. I don't even consider it cheating on Chase. I only do that for promotions. I realize now that the man has his phone out and he's clearly recording me.

"What the fuck is this?" I ask incredulously.

"Insurance, in case you try to claim something happened here that didn't." He responds. "Now say: 'Please, I want to suck your cock, daddy.'" He instructs me.

"Hell no." I say defiantly. He pockets his phone and starts to turn away. I grab at his belt and pull him back. This guy really wants me to humiliate myself, fine then I'll give him what he wants. I put on my best pouty face. He pulls his phone back out and starts recording. I start to work his belt and pants undone.

"Please, please, I want to suck it. Let me suck your cock, daddy." I say as convincingly as possible. I'm gonna give this bastard a damn porn shoot if it means I don't get left to die in this desert. I pull his jeans down a bit, but somethings wrong. He's got something else in his boxers other than his prick. I pull down his boxers and I'm shocked at the massive meat he's got. It's thicker than my arm and long too. "Oh, damn." I say to myself. He chuckles a bit.

"That's usually what they say." He responds. I look up at him and the phone. I'm amazed by this beautiful cock. I feel his hand reach around to the back of my head and grab deep into my hair. He's gently, but firmly guiding him to his crotch. I take his member in both hands and stare at the head of it. I'm not sure how I'm going to fit this in my mouth, but I open my mouth anyway and start to lick the head of it. Unconsciously, I start to stroke his cock with my hand as I lick his soft, fleshy tip like a lollipop. I want to be angry at him, but there's something about the power dynamic that's turning me into a slut. What was supposed to be an unenthusiastic blowjob is quickly turning into porno levels of sucking. I put the whole tip in my mouth, my tongue never stops sliding around his cock. One hand is still stroking him while the other holds his balls. He starts to let out little sharp breaths and I know I'm doing a good job.

"Look me in the eyes when you suck my cock, you fucking slut." He commands. Fuck I'm dripping now. I look up into his focused dark eyes. He smirks as I take his cock further into my mouth. I can feel his hips start to thrust into my face as I work my mouth on him. He's clearly enjoying himself. His hands grip the side of my head and guides my head further and further into my mouth. At this point I'm not sure if I'm giving him a blowjob or if he's fucking my mouth and throat, maybe a little of both. Either way it's amazing. I'm going to need new underwear when I'm done, I can already feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thigh. He starts to twitch and make short jerky movements. I know he's close. Without thinking about it I pull on his balls tightly with one hand and grab his ass with the other hand. I pull his hips closer to my face. I want him to cum down my throat so bad. I feel his cock swell in my mouth and the first volleys of cum shoot into my stomach. It's too much come so I unsheathe his dick from my throat. I feel two more ropes of cum fill my mouth before he pulls out and covers my mouth and neck in his hot sticky cum. I swallow what's in my mouth, not wanting to make more of a mess on my clothes. It's surprisingly delicious. Chase's cum is always disgusting, it's why I almost never blow him. This man though, I could gladly swallow his cum every day. No. Stop thinking like that, I tell myself. This bastard is taking advantage of you.

"Now that's a good girl. Try to be on your best behavior or else the face fucking will be the least of the things I do to defile you." He says to me as he pulls my chin up to look at his handywork. I feel like such an obedient little tramp right now. Why am I enjoying this so much? This man just used me like a truck stop hooker and all I can think about is getting that thick cock in my pussy. I stand up and wipe some of the cum off my lips. The man chuckles to himself as he looks down. I look to where he's looking and I'm mortified. There's a puddle on the ground where my pussy was hovering.

"Looks like the spoiled brat likes to be told what to do." He says more to himself than me. He turns and walks to his side of the truck.

"Hey fucker, are you just going to leave me with cum all over my face or are you going to be a gentleman and give me something to clean up with." I shout at him. He doesn't even turn to look at me when he replies:

"Glove box!" Then he climbs in the cab and slams his door. I sheepishly climb into the truck and close the door before opening his glove box. The man starts his engine and starts to drive without saying a word. I find a few fast-food napkins and a half empty bag of wet wipes. I go to work cleaning my face up. When I'm done, I sit quietly with my hands folded in my lap. I don't feel good about what happened, but somehow, I don't feel bad about it either. I'm no whore but I feel like what I did was appropriate. Like I was meant for it. It's hard to wrap my head around. The next 15 minutes is quiet besides the sound of the road coming in from his open window. He's got the same stoic look on his face that he had earlier, like he didn't just use me like a whore. Not even a damn smile, how often does this guy just use helpless women on the side of the road? And why does the thought of that excite me? We finally reach the little hick town and drive to a rundown auto parts store. The man parks his truck outside the shop, gets out and walks around to the back. I get out and follow after him. The man walks to what looks like a residence attached to the auto parts store. The man starts knocking loudly on the door.

"Hey Clive! Open up man I need a favor." The man waits a few minutes and starts knocking again. "Come on Clive I know you're in there. Put some pants on and help a friend out." The man stops knocking and leans against the handrail bordering the door. A few moments later a haggard man in his 30's with a short bushy beard and a hawkish nose opens the door.

"What the hell Coop, I'm busy." The man says. It's at this point I realized that I never asked the man his name. I was swallowing his cum not 20 minutes ago and I just now learned his name. That's an odd thing to realize.

"You ain't busy. I need a favor Clive." Coop replies.

"Fuck off man, you don't know I'm not busy, I could be entertaining a lady in here." Clive says. Coop chuckles at this.

"You ain't entertaining nothin but your pecker. I need a few things from the shop. I'll make it worth your time." Coop says to him while glancing at me. Clive looks at me for the first time since opening the door, his look of contempt softens for a moment. Then he sways back and forth like he's weighing his options.

"Alright, alright, I'll meet you out front." Clive says, then slams the door. Coop pushes past me and makes his way back to the front of the store; I follow after. We wait in silence for a few moments then we see the lights flicker on in the little store. It looks dingy inside, or maybe that's how all auto parts stores look. I wouldn't know, this is my first-time buying auto parts. Clive comes to the door and unlocks it. He holds it open for Coop and I. Coop makes a beeline for a yellow jug on one of the shelves. He grabs two bottles then walks up to the counter.