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I ONLY LIKE TWO KINDS OF MEN, DOMESTIC AND IMPORTED…Mae West ‎"Good girls go to heaven; bad girls go everywhere."~Mae West

Archive for April, 2014

I have this fantasy that I can’t seem to get out of my head, lately. I’m travelling from Arizona to California when my black SUV runs out of gas, in the middle of the hot desert, along a winding dirt road. I’m wearing jean cut offs, and a white tank top, with leather cowgirl boots. I decided, hitchhiking was my only hope of reaching civilization, and with any luck, acquire some gasoline. After about an hour of standing on the side of the road, I finally see a blue truck coming my way. I start waving my hands, and jumping up and down. My plump, perky breasts jiggling, the sweat dripping from my back, and down the front of my tank top. The blue truck stops along side of me.

A handsome dark haired man rolls down his window, and says “Looks like you could use a bit of help here, need a lift?”

“Yes, please help me. My SUV is out of gas, and I’m stranded alone in this heat.” I gasped.

The man looks at me, raises his eyebrow, and says “Get in the truck.”

I was a bit hesitant at first, as I know how dangerous it is to be hitching a ride with a stranger, but despite the risk, I climb into his  blue truck.

“I’m Jason.” he says, in a low sexy voice.

He starts pulling back onto the road….

“Hi Jason, I’m Patty” I reply.

About a mile down the dirt path, suddenly, he makes a sharp right turn, onto another deserted road. In my mind, I’m thinking… This isn’t the direction we should be traveling.

I say to him, “Are we going the right way?”

“Shut up, bitch” He says in a growling, scratchy tone.

Immediately, and almost instinctively, I didn’t utter a sound.

He pulls over, and puts the car into park. I look over at him, and say. “What are you doing?”

Jason opens up his glove compartment, and pulls out a red ball gag. He grabs me, by the back of my hair, rams the  red ball into my mouth, and fastens it tight. My eyes start to water, and I realize, he’s about to do ALOT more than give me a ride to the gas station.

“Don’t you make one fucken sound, do you understand me, cunt?”

Jason demanded. Yes, I nodded. “That’s a good girl.” Jason whispers.

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