Consextual Jane

Alli opened the door to the truck stop bathroom. She didn't need to use it but she wanted a break from her boyfriend; three hours in the car was too much. She just needed a few minutes to herself.

The air in the bathroom was a sweaty musk that made Alli wrinkle her nose when she stepped inside. Looking around the room, she smirked at the vulgar graffiti on the walls. These trucker guys did have an imagination.  

She lowered the seat on the toilet, sat down, and sighed. This whole vacation was starting to seem like a mistake, she thought. She looked down at the floor and realized that sandals and a sundress were a mistake too. The vent above her kicked on suddenly and startled her. 

The air in the room seemed to thicken as the vent breathed out. Alli's mind became a fog. She wondered how long she'd been sitting there. Her lips began to tingle, and she touched them with her fingertips. They seemed puffier somehow. It felt good. 

Then she noticed a hole in the wall to her left. That was odd. She bent down to look through it and gasped when she saw a figure move on the other side. Was someone watching her? The light seemed to dim as she looked around the room. 

She should go, she thought, but she didn't want to. Her lips were getting puffier and now she felt the tingling between her thighs too. She instinctively put her hair into a ponytail. She didn't know why, but it felt right. She also didn't know why her mouth suddenly felt very empty. She didn't like it. 

There was a scuffle of boots on the floor from behind the wall. Alli peeked again and saw a shadow. Her mind went blank as she heard a belt buckle unfasted, and then a zipper. 

I don't think your wife should get any sex this month. Wouldn't you agree? Instead, I think you should spend your time reading my naughty stories 😈

"Mr Johnson, do you mind if I have a friend over while I'm babysitting for you? I told her about what I do for you to make extra tips and she wants to do that too 😘" 

"Mmmm i can't wait to watch you cheat on your boyfriend with Sir. i want you to leave him and become Sir's property, just like i did. " 

Come have a seat. There's some things we need to talk about. It's come to my attention that you've been having sex with your wife again. I know what you're going to say, and I just don't have the patience for it. I'm not in the mood for more excuses. We've been over this several times, and I think it's time that we finally got serious about you choosing me over her. I'll tell you why. 

I'm hotter than she is. It's a fact. I mean, just look at my big,  perfect tits in this shirt. Imagine having your cock between them. How good would it feel to have them squeezed together around your shaft, sliding them up and down, pleasuring you until you erupt all over them. Wouldn't it just be incredible to empty your balls all over them? No, that isn't going to happen. But just thinking about it makes you harder than your wife ever could, doesn't it? And my ass, don't even get me started. You'd worship my ass if I told you to. You'd bury your face in it and devour it. No, of course I won't let you. Don't even ask. 

She can't compete with me sexually. Do you know how good I look while I'm riding a big, thick cock? Well, no, you don't. No, I'm not going to ride yours. But god, my body looks so amazing when I'm getting stretched out by some meathead's massive member. I bite my lip and moan for him, and let him turn me into his little slut. I bend over for him and let him slap my ass and claim me as his. Whatever he wants. You'll never get to experience that. You probably won't even get to see it. But just think about it. Look how hard it's making you. Your wife can't do that for you, can she?

I know what you want. Your wife thinks you want more sex. She tries new things, maybe giving you more blowjobs, or dressing sexier, or losing weight. None of that is what you want, though. You want my perfect lips wrapped around your aching cock. You want to push yourself inside my tight, wet, little pussy and claim me as yours. You want to grab and squeeze and slap my slutty ass. You'll never get any of those things. You think maybe just watching me do these things with another man might be enough. If you could just see me making love to a big man's cock and balls with my mouth, that would satisfy you. You'll never get that either. The desire keeps you coming back. The agonizing need that stiffens your cock and oozes out the tip, that's what you really want. 

I'll never give it to you. That's right, never. Not once will I let you have me, or even let you watch someone else having me. Oh, I'll make you think I'm going to let you. I'll say something like "You know, since you've been so good, I think I changed my mind. I think I might just let you feel my mouth a little, as a reward." But then when the moment comes, and my mouth is inches from your cock, I'll leave you there, just like that with no release. I'll do this over and over again, giving you hope, then taking it away. And each time you'll think maybe this time will be different. It won't.

So it's time to commit. No more of these silly games of you pretending to still want your wife. You don't. You want me. You want me deciding what you want, telling you what turns you on, controlling your erections with just my words. You want me teasing you, relentlessly poisoning your mind and keeping you just on the edge. You want me torturing you, pretending I'm going to wrap my lips around you, and then laughing when I tell you that would never, ever happen. 

I want to hear you to say it. I want you to throw away your marriage vows, and pledge your loyalty to my round, perfect, juicy ass. Devote yourself to my exquisite breasts. Tell me I'm better than your wife. Admit that she can never satisfy you like I can. And promise me you'll never betray me again. 

Now I want to hear you say it to her.