The stuff of fantasy...
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
Monday, August 1, 2011 4:32 PM
I swear to you that this is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
I was on my way back home down I-71 and had to make a pit stop at the rest area near the 71/75 split. I finish my business and head back to the car, when I hear a feminine "Sir, sir!" from a car near mine.
I walk over, and a moderately pretty girl is sitting there fanning herself from the heat. I give her the once over, pretty face, large, possibly fake, but well formed nonetheless, boobs barely contained by her tank top, long blond hair, a real tan, shapely legs in a short skirt and a dusting of freckles on her nose. There's a very young, almost newborn looking baby in a car seat in the back.
Her: "Sir, I'm headed to Lexington, and I need some gas. Do you think you could help me out? Please? I really need to get there, and I don't have very much gas left. I only need about $50."
Pregnant pause as she sees me start to shake my head.
"I'll do anything."
Visions of pretending to be a couple in order to use the family restroom, her lovely lips wrapped around my dick and a nice nut in a stranger's mouth to cap off a relatively crappy trip, dance through my head.
Me: "No, I'm sorry, I really can't."
And I turn and walk away.
Wait, what? What kind of horn-dog is this, you ask, turning down a cheap blow job from an obviously willing young slut he'll never see again?
Oh, did I forget the part about a wife, two daughters and a daughter's boyfriend waiting for me in the van?
Why can't shit like this happen when I'm *alone*?
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