All right, do you know that bar called "The Palm"? Pick me up at the traffic lights in front of it?
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After you hit enter, you're already there in your mind. You think "It's OK. I can still just not go. And if I do go and I don't like the way he looks, I'll just not get in...". You receive the next bing-bong message.
"Yeah, I do. How will I recognise you?"
"I'll be wearing grey jogging pants and a black T-shirt. Also, I'll probably be the only one there, the bar is closed today."
"Excellent. How fast can you get there? I'm very horny now..."
The bar is only 5 minutes away, but you want to give yourself a few moment to get in the right mindset. Also, you don't want this guy to be able to guess how far from the bar you live.
"15 minutes."
"Al right, I'll just park and you get in, OK?"
"Yeah, OK."
"OK, see you in a bit."
"Yep, bye"
You put on another sissy cocksucker hypno, but you can't really concentrate. You're too nervous and horny. Your dick is hard though, and you jerk it good without cumming. You probably couldn't if you tried, your first sex date being just a few minutes away. You still fear he'll kidnap, kill, expose or blackmail you... Nevertheless, you feel like you have to do it. You're no faker.
You slip into your grey jogging pants, you already had the black T-shirt on. You decide it's safest to leave your ID and money at home, you only take the key to your front door with you. You lock the door behind you, and start walking. The streets here are well lit, and he's sure to notice you standing alone in front of the closed bar. You feel like a scared little street whore, and you know the only difference is that you do it for free.
You barely have time to process the emotions racing through your body when you see a dented, dark blue Ford Orion pull up to the curb next to you. The passenger seat is opened, and in the dimly lit interior of the car, you see a man with a strikingly big, sharp nose and enormous glasses. His hand recedes from opening the door for you, taps the passenger seat invitingly on the way back before finally landing on the gear lever. You get in almost automatically, but once you're in your mind switches on again. The car starts to move, it works surprisingly smooth for such an obviously old car. The interior looks mostly black, and even in the dark interjected with street lamp light, you see the fake-wooden dashboard is dusty, there are crumbs and empty wrappers scattered throughout the car and the driver seat is torn in several places, revealing a yellow synthetic stuffing. You're driven away from town via the main road. Suddenly, Richard breaks the silence. "So, you want to suck my cock?". "Yes.", you hear yourself say. Richard slows down and takes a left into a dirt road in the bushes, leading to some agricultural plots. It's probably only used by farmers. He stops the car on an open spot next to the dirt road, far too close to the main road for your liking, turns of the engine and slides his seat all the way back. Showtime.
He pulls down his pants and underpants in one motion, his cock is half hard. You look at his cock, then his face. He looks back through his huge and thick glasses and says "Go on."
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