Abandoned Parking Lot: Part 1
PART 1
It begins...
Well, I found out that Anne fucked that professor again. She came to my dorm drunk at 3am, fighting with me, calling me a little bitch and pussy, and she began slapping my face. I won’t even get started on what she was on about. I tried calming her down, but whenever I said anything she just slapped me, or if I tried to stop her from drinking more from her loaded thermos, she pushed me. She said, “I’m going to F*** that professor again. By the way, his cock, is like, way bigger than yours.”
I didn’t care to chase her down, I just stood in my doorway watching her drunk ass stagger down the hallway. I never cared about Anne, but this just pushed me over the edge with girls.
I’ve been contemplating following through one of those casual sex listings on ********** for the past year, and been browsing those kinds of websites during bathroom breaks or before bed. They get me really hard. Well, I posted one about a week ago and had at least twenty people respond that they were down to meet up. They were a batch of all the races and heights, but all were hung as confirmed by their dick pics.
I don’t know what it was, but I just wanted to suck a cock all of a sudden.
I shut my dorm room and the checked the emails on my phone. I sent a mass-text to all of old men, black guys, and fit alphas. Three replied, an old man and two black guys. I decided to meet with the least creepy one, the old man, named “BigBoner”. He was a 6’3” bear-type with a 7” cock and a hair-white chest. From his pictures, he seemed sane. He was surprised I messaged him, he said it was late and he didn’t expect me to reply since it was already a few days since I posted my advertisement.
Me:
Do you want to meet or not? - 3:33AM
Him:
3:33AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?
Me:
The Wal-Mart’s parking lot near Chester Street. - 3:34AM
Him:
3:34AM - On the way.
I took my cross-dressing shit out of my hiding spot under my bed, stuffed it in my gym bad, and put on a hoodie. I left the dorms through the fire exit where there’s literally no lights so I’m sure nobody saw me. Thank god nobody was out for a smoke.
There was a red car parked at the far end of the parking lot. I looked at the car with my heart racing, looking at the fluorescent parking lamps that led to the car like a cookie trail. The only civilization in sight was the gas station, but that was about good minute run further down the street. I told myself that I already gone this far, I’m not turning back. My heart was pounding. I pulled out my phone. Three text messages from him.
Him:
3:40AM - I’m in the red Honda.
3:42AM - Where are you?
3:44AM - Are you still coming?
Sheesh, I thought to myself.
Me:
Is that you? - 3:52AM
The car’s head lights flashed twice. When I got to the car, I knocked on his window. He rolled it down and he didn’t look exactly like his picture. He looked a bit bigger. But I didn’t care if he gained a few pounds, cocks don’t change size. I walked around to the other side and got in the passenger seat.
When I got in, he just looked at me in awe. Like he was surprised I showed up.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, I’m just excited.”
I laughed after noticing the bulge in his sweatpants. “Give me a second.” I said, and pulled out the pipe from my jacket and filled the bowl with some weed. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He shook his head. I ripped a bowl and asked if he wanted some. He said no.
It didn’t take long before the weed hit, and I was fucking horny. I started feeling tingly, light, cute, and becoming more aware of my body. “Let me dress up before we do this.”
I put my gym bag on the dashboard and unzipped it. I took off my hoodie, shirt, and jeans and placed them on the dash. Inside the bag, I pulled out a pair of silicon breasts, a bra, a button-up white shirt, a cardigan, a wig, a grey cross-hatch skirt, and some thigh-high white stockings. The outfit resembled a conservative blonde girl from church I always thought of when I masturbated.
// End of story
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It begins...
Well, I found out that Anne fucked that professor again. She came to my dorm drunk at 3am, fighting with me, calling me a little bitch and pussy, and she began slapping my face. I won’t even get started on what she was on about. I tried calming her down, but whenever I said anything she just slapped me, or if I tried to stop her from drinking more from her loaded thermos, she pushed me. She said, “I’m going to F*** that professor again. By the way, his cock, is like, way bigger than yours.”
I didn’t care to chase her down, I just stood in my doorway watching her drunk ass stagger down the hallway. I never cared about Anne, but this just pushed me over the edge with girls.
I’ve been contemplating following through one of those casual sex listings on ********** for the past year, and been browsing those kinds of websites during bathroom breaks or before bed. They get me really hard. Well, I posted one about a week ago and had at least twenty people respond that they were down to meet up. They were a batch of all the races and heights, but all were hung as confirmed by their dick pics.
I don’t know what it was, but I just wanted to suck a cock all of a sudden.
I shut my dorm room and the checked the emails on my phone. I sent a mass-text to all of old men, black guys, and fit alphas. Three replied, an old man and two black guys. I decided to meet with the least creepy one, the old man, named “BigBoner”. He was a 6’3” bear-type with a 7” cock and a hair-white chest. From his pictures, he seemed sane. He was surprised I messaged him, he said it was late and he didn’t expect me to reply since it was already a few days since I posted my advertisement.
Me:
Do you want to meet or not? - 3:33AM
Him:
3:33AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?
Me:
The Wal-Mart’s parking lot near Chester Street. - 3:34AM
Him:
3:34AM - On the way.
I took my cross-dressing shit out of my hiding spot under my bed, stuffed it in my gym bad, and put on a hoodie. I left the dorms through the fire exit where there’s literally no lights so I’m sure nobody saw me. Thank god nobody was out for a smoke.
There was a red car parked at the far end of the parking lot. I looked at the car with my heart racing, looking at the fluorescent parking lamps that led to the car like a cookie trail. The only civilization in sight was the gas station, but that was about good minute run further down the street. I told myself that I already gone this far, I’m not turning back. My heart was pounding. I pulled out my phone. Three text messages from him.
Him:
3:40AM - I’m in the red Honda.
3:42AM - Where are you?
3:44AM - Are you still coming?
Sheesh, I thought to myself.
Me:
Is that you? - 3:52AM
The car’s head lights flashed twice. When I got to the car, I knocked on his window. He rolled it down and he didn’t look exactly like his picture. He looked a bit bigger. But I didn’t care if he gained a few pounds, cocks don’t change size. I walked around to the other side and got in the passenger seat.
When I got in, he just looked at me in awe. Like he was surprised I showed up.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, I’m just excited.”
I laughed after noticing the bulge in his sweatpants. “Give me a second.” I said, and pulled out the pipe from my jacket and filled the bowl with some weed. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He shook his head. I ripped a bowl and asked if he wanted some. He said no.
It didn’t take long before the weed hit, and I was fucking horny. I started feeling tingly, light, cute, and becoming more aware of my body. “Let me dress up before we do this.”
I put my gym bag on the dashboard and unzipped it. I took off my hoodie, shirt, and jeans and placed them on the dash. Inside the bag, I pulled out a pair of silicon breasts, a bra, a button-up white shirt, a cardigan, a wig, a grey cross-hatch skirt, and some thigh-high white stockings. The outfit resembled a conservative blonde girl from church I always thought of when I masturbated.
// End of story
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