At the gas station

It was just after 1am and I remember it was drizzling that night. Leo and I were returning from a mutual friend's birthday party. We had been having a good time, laughing and enjoying ourselves and we were chatting about it and as it almost always happened in our conversations, the sexual topic came up and that night was no exception. Leo mentioned that he had noticed how some of the guys wouldn't take their eyes off me, including some who went with their girlfriends. It's not that I consider myself the most beautiful woman on the planet, but I admit that I tend to attract quite a bit of attention. Maybe it's because of my eyes, my tender and mysterious gaze, my desirable lips or my clumsy and bumpy smile that they find exciting, because it evokes a mix of shyness and submission that they find difficult to ignore.

As we chatted and laughed, Leo asked me to grab a small box that was in the backseat. When I opened it, it was an outfit , but it wasn't new or anything like that, Leo had taken it from my closet.

It was a provocative three-piece outfit: a black blouse, a short skirt with black and beige stripes, leopard print, and a black thong, as well as high-heeled shoes in the same style as the skirt.

—"Yeah, so what do you have in mind with this?" I asked, curious but excited that Leo wanted to play something.

"Put it on, I'll explain later," he said, cocky, knowing he had power over me, knowing that I would listen.

I changed immediately. The blouse fit my arms and torso tightly, it was a short blouse so my abdomen was exposed. My small breasts looked desirable, the exaggerated V-shaped neckline helped, although at that moment I wished I had the beautiful large breasts that my sister boasted. God blessed her by giving her nice breasts that she denied me, but yes, despite everything, my small breasts looked appetizing. The striped skirt gave me an air of an easy girl, not to mention how provocative the striped heels made me look.

—You look gorgeous, okay —Leo said—, I remember when I caught you in that outfit, do you remember? It suits you so well , you look so mami. I can't imagine the look on Mari's (the birthday girl's) friends' faces if you had gone to the birthday party like that.

We laughed.

—Uh-huh, what ? Are you going to stop the car and pick me up somewhere?

He told me his plan. At first I refused, but Leo insisted until he convinced me, then we discussed what I was not willing to do. I told him I would use a mask, he said no, no mask, I opposed, but he ended up convincing me anyway, putting on a mean face, which I love ha, ha. I like to see him bully me demanding that I be his whore and stop beating around the bush. We discussed the details for a while and what I was not willing to let myself do until we reached an agreement. He thought something I proposed was a good idea, well, he had planned something different, and well, without further ado, I will proceed to tell you what it is about.

His car (another one he bought later, a pickup truck) was already red-hot, and that's where his kinky plan came from. We changed seats and I was the one who drove to the station. There were no vehicles filling up, it was still drizzling, although lightly. I parked and I was already horny, nervous, somewhat embarrassed. I couldn't let Leo down or myself either, we just had to be lucky that no more people arrived and that the dispatcher was receptive.

"Don't screw this up," Leo said, hiding in the back seat behind me.

The van had tinted windows, the dispatcher would think I was alone and that was my idea, because Leo's initial idea was that he would expose me to the dispatcher so he could grope me and pay the bill. There was another dispatcher in the distance, leaning against a wall, but I didn't pay much attention to him.

I turned off the truck. Leo had taught me how to drive, although it took me a while to learn and I didn't even have a license at the time. I got out and ran into the dispatcher who immediately said good night and asked the usual questions. He stared at me, without trying to hide it. I had gotten out of the car to remove the gas cap, but the intention was for the guy to see how provocative I looked.

"I want you to fill it all up," I said, knowing he would take the phrase in a double meaning.

"Of course, miss," said the gentleman with apparent nervousness.

I stood close to him, right next to the backseat window where Leo was probably watching and clinging to listen and see what was going on outside. I asked the man questions, if he was the only one there at that hour, why there weren't so many people there and I couldn't resist asking his age, it made me curious to know how old he was.

—Forty-three, and you, miss?

I felt sorry that the man treated me with respect, although I had no doubt that inside he must have been lusting after me, after all those glances he gave me without disguising it, and I felt sorry because the moment had yet to come when I had to tell him that I had no way of repaying him.

"I turned 18 last week," I replied, lying, with the intention of creating morbid curiosity. I was 22 at the time.

And yes, I easily looked 18 or even younger. Back then, people always estimated me to be younger and even now, now that I'm 31, they say I look 25 or younger. Sometimes I think they do it just to flirt, but let's say yes, I feel like I look younger.

The man was not handsome at all, but he had a friendly, trustworthy face. He had dark skin, a moustache, small black eyes and hairy, partly dirty arms. His head was covered by a cap and he was wearing the typical uniform of a gas station attendant.

"And you walk around alone?" he asked, and his eyes went back to my legs, feet, breasts.

—Yes, I was just dropping off a friend and now I'm going to my apartment — I answered and had to turn around because I almost laughed, since I was making up answers.

When I realized the car was almost full, I told him I would wait inside, turned around, and got in.

"You want to fuck that guy, right? " Leo asked in a low voice. "If I were that guy , I would have caught you right there standing. That guy must have a pretty good ball ."

I laughed, motioning for him to be quiet.

Two minutes later the man appeared at the window and told me the total amount to pay. I searched my bag for a card that obviously had no funds and when the guy passed it through the POS it gave an error.

“What?” I asked, surprised. “Try again.”

The man, without suspecting anything at all, continued, and I was nervous to continue with the plan, excited, horny. I didn't know how that man would react.

"Nothing," he said, once the card failed again.

—Oh, it can't be —I said with an embarrassed face.

I stood searching through my bag, wondering what to say next.

"Sir," I said in a pitiful voice.

—Yes, tell me.

—What do we do? I don't have any money.

The man put his hands to his mouth, touched his mustache, and looked at me.

"Well, miss, you're really putting me in a tight spot," he said, looking as if he understood my situation, but also as if he was making me understand that something had to be done, that I had to see how I would pay, although he looked as if he would probably let me go, which would ruin the plan.

I say this because I have often found myself in a bind and men have come to my rescue. You know what I'm talking about: not having money for the subway, for a taxi, for X, Y or Z, and the typical response is "don't worry, okay, I'll pay for it." And it's not that I take advantage of these situations, but when you're pretty you tend to go through these things a lot.

I realized that if I continued with the thing about not having money, the man would let me go, I was almost sure that he would and thinking about it I felt so bitchy for what I hadn't done yet but would do.

—Come here for a moment —I called him over to the truck—. —And if you touch my breasts, would you?

I only saw two possible options. Either he would refuse, ruining the plan and making me feel like a stupid, rejected whore, or he would accept, and I don't know how far I would allow this game to go.

I also knew that my offer to let him touch me had turned Leo on and he was probably fondling his package, maybe even jerking off.

"Touch your breasts?" the man replied, his eyes wide.

—Yes, a little, do you think?

"Well... yes," he replied without hesitation, "but isn't it just a little?" asked the dog in a timid voice, but gathering the courage to go further.

—Well, my legs a little bit.

The man put his hand in and started to fondle my breasts and then he went down to touch my thighs and at that moment he became confident enough to ask for more, not content with touching my breasts.

"You have beautiful breasts," he said excitedly in a low voice, "and such delicate skin. I've never seen you around here before. You're a little princess."

"No, I'm not from around here," I replied, a little upset by the gentleman's rough hands, which had an immediate effect on me.

"Let me touch your panties," said the grumpy-faced witch.

That face that men make when they are more excited than normal, the man was probably already suffering from an erection if he didn't already have one when I talked to him outside.

—Just a little, I told him.

The man fondled my breasts, my legs and ran his fingers through my thong, guessing the shape of my vaginal lips.

—Let me feel it —he said looking at me—, just touch it a little.

—No, just above the thong —I told him—, if you want I can touch your penis a little.

That man's eyes were going to pop out of his head when he heard me propose that.

—Yes, yes, that would be great! —he said excitedly.

In the blink of an eye he had already taken out his penis, he looked around as if hoping that no one would come, I peeked a little and saw his penis and touched it.

The man moaned pleasantly and I began to give him a very delicate handjob.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

—Yes, ufff , you will make me finish.

I was talking because I knew that Leo behind me was enjoying it like you have no idea, suffering, but enjoying it, Leo is a sadist, he likes to feel like a cuckold among many other things, he liked to give me over, to make me horny, to hear me say slutty things, that drove him crazy.

"Come on, let me touch your dick," the man insisted again.

He continued to fondle my breasts and legs and ran his fingers through my panties , managing to turn me on, although I tried very well to hide the fact that it wasn't having any effect on me.

—Well, a little bit.

The gentleman then moved my thong slightly apart with his fingers and his fingers touched my pussy directly and the old man didn't last long, he went crazy and came. I felt the semen filling my hand and the old man said:

—I came, ooohhh , I came.

Suddenly he settled down, putting his penis away as if feeling discovered by someone outside.

"I can't believe it, this is a dream," he said in a dazed voice. "Give me your phone number, kid , that's all."

—No, that's enough, don't you think? —I replied, smiling flirtatiously.

—Yes, you're right, the best night of my life and it's also my birthday.

“Really?” I asked, amazed.

—God take care of you, doll, and please come back, I hope you come back.

—For the next birthday? —I said.

—Yes, yes, or if it's before, much better, all the free gasoline you want —he said smiling.

I was really horny , I don't know how far another man would have gone, he touched me and I liked the way he was, maybe another man would have asked for more, he would have asked me to fuck, he would have gone too far, I don't know.

What would you have done?

I started the truck, extremely horny , and just 100 meters away, Leo came ahead and drove, asking me to suck his penis on the way home.

Leo would cum a few minutes later and I would swallow all his cum, horny from everything we had experienced, as well as from how rude Leo was, insulting me the whole way home. He made me get out of the vehicle dressed in the tigress outfit, but without a thong, he groped me in the elevator and as soon as I entered the apartment he laid me down on the couch in a four-way position and penetrated me. He talked about everything we had experienced in the car, calling me a whore, how was it possible that I was such a slut in life, that I let him grope me to pay the bill, that that's what street whores do.