She’d said yes. He could hardly believe it. He had been entirely too antsy for his surroundings, the driver’s seat of his SUV. He’d smoked two cigarettes in the last 30 minutes, flicked the radio on, toyed with the volume, and then turned it off a few minutes later in case his phone rang. He’d pretended not to notice parents and grandparents looking at him strangely as they led their children into the tiny local zoo. He’d moved his vehicle from the front to a back corner of the small parking lot to avoid the attention, even though it would be harder to see her approach from the road from there.

But there she was, sitting beside him now as they pulled onto the main road. She seemed so young, so small… but then, she would to him. She was 18 to his 46, 5’3” to his 6’2”, perhaps 120 pounds to his 250. He’d found her in an MSN chat room almost two months before. They’d chatted, exchanged some racy conversations, and now here she was, and that was somehow less real than when he’d been in the privacy of one of his many hotel rooms, typing on his laptop.

It wasn’t that she was incredibly sexy; she was a little soft, and her face was pretty rather than gorgeous and still had traces of baby fat. It was that this young little thing was so willing. Yes, she would send a full-body picture of herself. Yes, she would send a picture of her bare breasts. Yes, she would send a picture of herself completely nude. Yes, she would send a picture of herself spreading her shaved pussy, his name scrawled on her thigh in lipstick. And finally, yes, she would meet him without knowing what he looked like, a faceless truck driver from North Carolina. Yes, she would go with him to a place where he would introduce her to things she hadn’t tried before. Yes, she would wear something as close to his description as she owned.

And yes, she had followed through. At exactly one in the afternoon, she’d come sashaying into the parking lot. She was wearing a black tank top cut from the neckline far enough to expose her generous-for-a-teen cleavage, and from their gentle sway, he could tell she’d gone without a bra, as instructed. A short plaid skirt swished around her upper thighs. It looked like she was wearing black tights, but if she’d followed his directions, that wouldn’t be a problem; they’d be stockings pulled high enough to keep from drawing too much attention. She looked a little taller than he’d imagined, but that was because of her chunky-heeled Mary Janes. He was almost disappointed that she’d braided her hair back against the heat, but she shook it free as soon as she was in the lot, turning it into a long river of black.

It only took her a moment to spot his SUV. No one else was sitting in front of the zoo in the summer sun, engine idling. She smiled, opened the passenger door, and climbed in. “Hi,” she said, a little nervously.

He’d smiled back and asked how the walk had gone. “Well enough, I guess. I’m not a huge fan of summer.”

Her tongue darted out for just a second to wet her top lip, then they both chuckled. The tension dissolved. He put his large hand on her left knee with gentle pressure, still smiling. “Show me.”

Without hesitation, she spread her legs and lifted her skirt a little. The perfect white smoothness of her mound made his groin tighten immediately. He traced the cleft with the tip of one finger. As she gasped, he wiggled the finger down between the lips. She was already wet. He offered the fingertip to her and she took it into her mouth, suckling it softly.

He took a deep breath. “We’re going to my hotel room, like we talked about.”

“Mm hm,” she murmured around his finger.

He took it from her. “And I won’t do anything you say no to.”

“I won’t say no.”

He studied her a moment, from the heat in her eyes to the little mound between her legs. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Without another word, he shifted into drive and merged into the Saturday afternoon traffic. They drove in silence for a few moments. Perhaps if he had waited to test her, waited to reveal her intimate places, he would have been more patient, but that hadn’t happened. He’d whetted his appetite.

“Put your foot up here,” he said as they pulled up to a red light. He patted high on his own seat just beside the headrest. She looked nervously around at the cars to either side of them, but seeing that all the surrounding vehicles were cars (so they couldn’t see in) and that the windows were darkly tinted, she complied, twisting a little in her seat. He watched her plump pussy open, the area between the bare lips bright pink and glistening. He reached over and nestled his hand between her thigh and hip, his thumb brushing back and forth over the insistent little clit that shone like a pearl. The light changed to green and he accelerated.

A quick glance showed him that her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her breasts lifting and falling with her heavy breathing. He slipped his thumb downward to tease at her opening. It was surreal, being surrounded by people while this girl squirmed against his hand. She was more aroused than he really wanted her; he didn’t want her to finish until they were settled in. He wanted her hungry. Instead of penetrating her, he ran his thumb along the edges of her pussy lips, where the pale skin became pink, smearing her with her own wetness.

A few minutes before his turn, he heard a quick horn blast from a semi. He looked to his left and saw a guy half-hanging out of the passenger window waving like an idiot. Tim, that son of a bitch. They worked for the same company out of the same town, but he hadn’t expected to see him and his wife as he made this strange girl pant. He laughed, rolled the window down, and leaned back to let his friend get a better view.

“Don’t you dare cover up, darlin’,” he warned, giving her pussy a little smack as her hands moved to hide herself. “In fact, why don’t you show him a little more? Spread it better for him.”

Her cheeks were brilliant red, but sure enough, she reached down with both hands, spreading herself wide enough that the two men could actually see into her little hole. While he was surprised that she hadn’t protested, it didn’t seem like enough since Tim had shared his wife, Judy, with him back in high school when it was just a kinky prom night full of moonshine and teenage hormones. He reached over and pulled her shirt down, revealing two creamy, full breasts topped with tight rosebud nipples.

Tim hooted. “You robbin’ the cradle or what?”

He grinned. “Just lettin’ you know what you can’t have. Not this time.”

“Aw, man, c’mon… Judy’s been wantin’ a cute young thang lately an’ you know I can’t git one.”

“Maybe another night, but I just got her.”

Tim barked out a laugh. “Fine, fine, but you owe me. Just let me…” Tim fumbled for his phone, then held it out the window and snapped a picture. As they pulled away, he heard his friend say over the roar of the engine, “Hey, Judy, lookit this…”

He rolled the window back up, chuckling. “Good girl. You can sit normally again, too. We’re almost there.”

She brought her leg down carefully, her cheeks still flaming.

“Was that too much?” he asked as he turned into the motel parking lot. “I know him from a long way back. He’s not from around here, so he can’t tell anyone you know.”

“It was fine,” she replied, her lips curling at the corners. “Not what I expected, though.”

He parked and turned to her. “Did you like it?”

She hesitated, seeming to think about it. “I think I did, even though it was a little scary.”

He looked at her wolfishly. She was a dirty little thing. “Okay, then.”

He got out of the car as she tugged her shirt back up and walked around to her side of the vehicle. As she stepped out and closed her door, he grabbed a bag from the trunk. He led her gently from behind, one hand on the small of her back, to his room.

Inside it was dingy, though no more than most motels. There was a queen-sized bed smack in the middle, a television resting on a desk, a sink with a mirror above it, a door leading to the bathroom, and little else. The ambiance was made starker by the drawn curtains.

The girl stood silently, and he kind of liked that. He let her do just that as he dropped the bag onto the desk and unzipped it. He could feel her eyes on him as he unpacked long strips of soft fabric, a bottle of lubricant, a slim cane with leather braided around it, and a blue silicone vibrator. As he removed each, he placed it carefully on the desk beside the bag.

When he turned around, he saw her chewing her bottom lip, her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes darted between him and the items on the desk, but he liked her uncertainty, so he wasn’t about to explain. Instead, he sat on edge of the bed facing her.

“Take your shoes off.”

She reached down, balancing precariously on one foot, then the other, unstrapping and removing her shoes. When she stood upright, shoes neatly beside her on the carpet, she seemed much smaller.

“Come here.”

He opened his arms and she walked to him. He pulled her close by her skirt until her legs were between his knees. His hands brushed along the backs of her knees and up her thighs. The skin was soft, inviting, especially as his fingertips roamed around to the insides of her legs. His hands moved upward, teasing along the border between her thigh and ass. He gripped a little and she fell forward a bit, catching herself with her hands on his shoulders. He bit one of her nipples lightly through her shirt as her breasts swayed above him and she moaned.

That sound brought him back to himself. This wasn’t what they had agreed upon. He wasn’t here to seduce her. He was here to use her, to show her things she hadn’t tried. He released her legs and patted her bottom gently. “Go on.”

She stepped back, her confusion evident.

“Turn around and slip out of that skirt slowly.”

He rubbed his throbbing erection through his pants as she turned, unfastened her skirt, and wriggled out of it. His breath caught a little when her pussy came into view between her thighs. Before she stood, he told her to take her shirt off the same way. She slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled the entire thing down her body. She must have loved the feeling of the fabric sliding sinuously over her skin, because she shivered a little, making that mass of raven hair shimmy almost down to her ass. Again, he savored the view of that naked little peach peeking from between her legs as though perched atop her stockings, and it was almost a shame when she rose up and looked over her shoulder at him, waiting so patiently.

He knew what he wanted; he wanted to just fuck her. His cock was pressing painfully against his zipper, but he knew that if he started to ride her, he’s blow his load in minutes and she wouldn’t see him again. It made him a little angry, which helped.

“Go wash up a little. It’s hot out and I want you completely fresh.”

The harshness of his voice startled them both, so he softened it with a half-smile. She padded off, her hips swaying just a little.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, he stripped himself naked, too, and waited, sitting exactly where he’d been before. It seemed like forever that the water went on and off. He could hear the slap of the washcloth on the porcelain, her feet squeaking on the floor of the tub, the swish of a towel coming off the metal bar. When she came out, her eyes went directly to his cock, her mouth forming a little “O”.

He was glad of her reaction. He knew that, despite having lost a bit of the shape he’d held as a younger man and being a bit hairier than was generally considered ideal, he wasn’t lacking when it came to size.  He waved her over. “Kneel.”

She sank to her knees on the carpet, her hands on his thighs. He slapped one softly and she moved them to her own legs.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“I’ll tell you when to touch me,” he said gently, “though you can lick me clean whenever we finish.”

He leaned forward a little and slid his fingers into her hair. Thus controlling her, he tilted and moved her head this way and that, rubbing her cheek against his cock. When it started to drip, he pulled her head tightly against his thigh and, with the other hand, guided the tip of his manhood against her lips, glazing them with his fluids. Her eyes met his pleadingly and he told her to lick it up, which she did with relish.

When she was done, he pressed his cock against her cheek and looked into her eyes. She looked even better now than when he’d first seen her. She was hungrier, hotter, and the slight curve of his dick fit the side of her face perfectly from her chin to her hairline above her eye.

“Open your mouth.” He slid the head of his cock between her lips and paused to enjoy the heat of her mouth. Her tongue trembled against him. She wanted to lick it, but she was fighting it. Good girl.

He slowly began pumping in and out of her mouth, each thrust just a little deeper. His hands were on either side of her head, holding her completely still as he worked his way in. He felt her jaw opening more and more to accommodate his girth until he felt the back of her throat. He tapped it a few times and she moaned, but when he pressed solidly against it, she started to gag. He pulled his cock out and slapped her cheek with it playfully, then shoved back into her mouth. She giggled a little.

“We’ll try this again,” he said, amused by her reaction. “It won’t be forever. Be a big girl.”

He pumped deeply into her mouth a few times before pressing again. This time, he felt his cock bend a bit and slide fully into the girl’s throat. Her eyes were clenched tightly and her lips looked so full stretched around the base of his manhood. He held it for a few seconds, then pulled completely out. She coughed a little, wiped her eyes, and looked up at him so hopefully that he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

“That was good. We’ll work on it later, believe me. For now, though, go get those bits of fabric for me.”

She fetched them eagerly, placing them in his outstretched hand. He stood and placed the shortest strip over her eyes, tying it behind her head. He guided her onto the bed and laid her down on her back in the center. He spread her legs a bit, knees up, just to give himself something to look at as he prepared the bed.

He looked at her ripe lips, moist and swollen, and kissed her for the first time. He ran a hand over her breast and his other hand held her wrists above her head. Her nipple was as hard as a cherry pit against his palm. He gave it a pinch and her lips parted. His tongue swept in to taste her for a moment before he pulled away.

The strips of fabric were about ten feet long. He folded each strip once and knelt beside the bed, tying a cow hitch knot around each leg of the bed. That way they’d be easy to remove when he left. He liked them a little lopsided, one end of the strip longer than the other, so he had some flexibility with positioning. He placed all the ends of the strips on the bed as he went, pausing to run a finger over her skin here or there. She jumped each time at the unexpected contact.

When that was complete, he indulged himself for a job well done by climbing onto the bed and running his tongue quite suddenly along her wet slit. Her body arched a bit and she groaned. He continued climbing up until his cock rested between her breasts. He reached for the shorter ends of the headboard strips and secured her wrists with a French bowline.

“Tug on those a little, sweetie.”

She did, her struggles making her breasts jiggle. The knots tightened, but didn’t really budge. Satisfied, he climbed off of her and grabbed one of her ankles. He lifted it up until her knee almost touched her shoulder. He secured it with the other headboard strip, then repeated the process on the other side.

“Is that okay?” he asked. “Nothing’s too tight?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Good girl.” He grabbed the rest of his supplies and sat on the bed, one leg on either side of the bound girl. He began to tease her again with a single finger. She was soaked by now. The fact that she couldn’t see what he was doing kept him on course. Any reservations he’d had about playing with her body disappeared with her eyes.

He slid a finger into her tight channel. Her pussy felt like it was trying to suck on his finger; he guessed that she’d stopped using it to pleasure herself as he’d told her to a month ago. He forced aside thoughts of how that would feel on his cock and moved his finger downward. She was wet enough that he questioned the need for lubricant at this point, but he decided to err on the side of caution.

He popped open the bottle of oily fluid. He put a long line of the stuff along the length of his veiny vibrator. The girl had said she’d never had anything bigger than a finger in her ass before. Well, that was until he told her to put in two for his viewing pleasure via webcam. This was going to be fun.

He smeared the lubricant onto the toy, then the remainder over her little pink anus. He swirled a finger around it, then pressed. She squealed a little as it sank in to the first digit. He added a little more lubricant as he moved his finger back and forth, slowly stretching the tight ring.

He smiled as she panted. She had no idea…

He replaced his finger with the tip of the vibrator. It looked so big nestled between her ass cheeks. He wouldn’t have been shocked if her little hand could barely wrap all the way around it. As he added pressure, her body went still and her brow knitted. He pumped it up and down, feeling the tip get just a teensy bit farther with each pump. When her body went slack and she gave in to the feeling of the pressure, he bore down. The tip popped into her and she choked out a sob. He immediately began rubbing her clit, which was nearly throbbing under his thumb.

“You’re okay…” he murmured soothingly as she whimpered and tugged at her restraints. “Be a big girl for me. It’s already in there. The thickest part is inside of you already.”

He twisted the end of the vibrator so it started humming. Slowly the girl’s whimpers turned into gasps. When he felt her clit swell suddenly, he stopped rubbing. His suspicions were confirmed immediately when she sobbed again, this time in frustration rather than pain.

“I was going to cum!” Her tone was pleading.

“I know,” he replied. “You don’t get to cum until I want you to and how I want you to. I want you to cum because of this…”

He pushed the vibrator a couple of inches deeper, eliciting something between a moan and a cry.

“See? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Y-yes…” she half whispered. He was pretty sure she was lying.

He paused, thinking. “You know, I think I know what’ll make this easier for you.”

He got up and opened the curtains. The afternoon sunlight poured in. The parking lot was deserted and they were in a room near the back corner; no one would be coming by, but he doubted that mattered. He could tell from her gasp that she’d deduced what he’d done.

“Now anyone could come by and see you, sweetie. You wouldn’t want them to see you crying and sniveling, would you? Now be a big girl for me and take this vibrator. Show me how good you can be.”

His words were like magic. He knelt on the bed and started pumping the toy into her harder than before, but her body was pure acceptance. Within minutes she was squirming anew as all ten inches disappeared into her again and again. Her moans got louder and her juices were running down her pussy and onto her stomach.

“Good girl. God, look at you, you dirty little thing. You’re taking all of it like you’ve done it before. You were made for this, weren’t you? Being stretched out and used?”

“Yessss…” she choked out.

“So I can use this however I want?”

“Yes, however you want!”

He growled a little. “What if I wanted to share it? What if I wanted everyone to know what a good girl you are?”

“Whatever you want,” she panted desperately. “Anything.”

“Ooh, good girl.” He cranked up the vibrator to full. “Cum for me, baby. Just like this.”

He pounded the vibrator into her ass mercilessly. She was pulling so hard that he could see red marks appearing on her wrists, but she wasn’t trying to escape.  She was gasping and groaning, trying to push herself onto the toy. It took less than a minute for her to explode, her back arching, her body going rigid, then bucking again against the vibrator. When she settled down, he switched it off, pulled it slowly from her body, and put it aside.

Her sleek form was covered in a sheen of sweat.  He stood, closed the curtains, and went to grab the wet washcloth from the side of the tub. He sat beside her on the bed. When he began to wipe the sweat from her brow, she nuzzled his hand a little. He smiled indulgently as he continued downward, mopping up her breasts and stomach, ending by wiping up the worst of the lubricant, which had gotten everywhere.

He knelt again in front of her, looking at her. Her asshole, once a pretty pink bud, was swollen and soft-looking. He touched it softly and she sucked in her breath.

“Sore?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Mmm, good. You wanted new experiences, right?”

She grinned. “Yes.”

“Well, I have another for you.” He flicked her puckered hole and she yelped, twisting away a little. “Is that really mine?”

“Yes, it’s yours.”

“So is this mine?” He forced two fingers into her pussy.

“Mmm, yes… it’s yours.”

“And I can do an-y-thing I want to it, right?” He twisted his fingers inside her still-sensitive body.

“Anything. It’s yours.” Her breath was catching on almost every word.

“Good girl.” He slowly but roughly fingered her until her juices were running again, then reached up and untied her completely. He removed the blindfold, too. She blinked up at him, a little confused.

“I want you to see me while I take what I want,” he explained, his voice thick with excitement.

He pushed his way between her slim, stocking-clad thighs and unceremoniously sank his cock into her pussy. Her hands flew to his back and the girlish noises of her arousal and pain filled his ears as he fucked her. Her pussy was as hot and wet and tight as he could have hoped, gripping his shaft, sucking at it whenever he pulled out. He lifted up slightly, one of his thick forearms pressing down on her slender neck just enough to make her struggle for each breath. As her face turned red, he pounded into her more savagely. All of the frustration of putting off his own pleasure channeled into his raw pummeling, but still she squirmed, still her lips noiselessly formed the word ‘yes’ again and again. His free hand roamed wherever it pleased, tugging on her hair, pulling at her nipples until they were raw, bruising her breasts with rough gropes. When he felt the tension coming to a boil in his loins, he reared up and grabbed her hips with both hands, fucking her so hard he was sure she’d have bruises on her thighs. With a final growl, he gripped her tightly and pulsed his semen deep into her. After a few seconds, he eased out, leaving a warm, sticky mess. She wordlessly turned about and licked him clean, heedless of the thick fluid still inside her.

“Good girl,” he said. He laid her down again on her back and halfway laid down beside her on one elbow. He considered this little vixen as he toyed absentmindedly with her still-perky nipples.

“So… I guess it is mine, hm?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She gave him that silly half-smile again.

“Well, it’s only…” he checked his watch. “Three thirty. The afternoon is young. What say we get something to eat, then see just how mine that is?”

She giggled. “Yes.”