I pulled off of the interstate into this rural, hole-in-the-wall gas station in Kansas City, MO. We had been talking on the phone off and on for a few days now; both Farmer & Woman were anticipating this secret, deviant rendezvous. The “Farmer”, as he referred to himself, would be waiting for me, the Woman, the sex goddess, the erotic genius, in an old red, Chevy pickup truck. You know – the typical dusty old pick-up truck that looks as weathered as the Farmer himself. Sure enough. There it was.
The dutiful, dusty old red pick up truck. I couldn’t see the Farmer yet. He must have been tucked inside of that dusty truck. I had never met him before. The man, of course, not the truck. Ah, but I was familiar with trucks like that. Had fucked in trucks like that; crossed the border after being an accomplice to a robbery in a truck like that; gone down on in a truck like that; raped a willing sissy bitch in a truck like that? But I digress. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Farmer.
He was a nasty, naughty, naughty thing on the phone. Couldn’t wait to finally put a face to the nasty, dirty talking fuck. God, how I love nasty fucks like that.
I pulled my white Chevy Tracker up next to the old red truck. I caught a glimpse of him. He beckoned to me to come to him. I got out of my car and climbed on up into that dirty old truck. And there I was. Face-to-face with the Farmer. Overalls. Dusty. Weathered skin. Just how I expected him to be. He gave me gas money. He tributed me nicely for all of the dirty moments we had spent on the phone together, planning for this day. He presented me with a gift: an Iron Maiden.
An Iron Maiden is a cock cage that has spikes in it. It is secured into place on the cock with a padlock. Mmmmmm. This man’s propensity for pain excited me. The Iron Maiden was to be securely put away and saved for me to use on him in my dungeon. But … for the time being … I undid his overalls. There were people everywhere. We were parked right in front of this Podunk gas station. I pulled out his cock. His breath began to quicken. He looked around a bit frantically. “It will be fine, “ I assured him. Nobody knows what I am doing to you in here. They can’t see anything.
As I stroked his cock and it began to grow larger in my hand, I instructed him to just sit there and act normal. He did his best. I put his bulging cock in my mouth. It was so fat I could barely fit it in my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down that cock while he sat perfectly still so as not to bring attention to what we were doing in there. Right as he began to explode, his body tensed. A woman and her son were walking directly by the driver’s side of the truck where he sat with his cock in my mouth.
I still don’t know to this day if he tensed up because he was afraid they were going to glance over and see, or if he tensed up because of the intensity of the orgasm. Maybe it was both. I don’t know. I never asked him. I redid his overalls. Got out of the dusty old truck. Slipped back into my white Tracker …and drove away.
