We've been talking online for awhile, sharing fantasies. He is in is 30s, married, very religious. He's been pushing for a meeting but there were some red flags that made me apprehensive. Risk is part of my fetish but I am divorced and have common sense limits as a single woman. Mainly, I worried that if he saw my license plates, he could find my full name and my home address. I thought if that concerned me then maybe the whole situation should be reconsidered.

I tried to end the conversation but he kept messaging me and eventually my disinhibition won and I agreed to meet him tonight. I spent the day at work in nervous anticipation that had me on edge and anxious. I almost canceled the meeting several times. Instead, I left work early and drove 2 hours to a Mall he chose.

We agreed to meet in a Starbucks at Barnes and Noble. I parked on the opposite side of the Mall and walked there. My anxiety was building the whole way. Passing by families and other shoppers while knowing what I was there for made me feel especially dirty.

Actually meeting him was a little bit of a let down. He was not as tall as he said and he was more mild mannered than I expected. Still, after chatting with him I got hints of his dominance that attracted me online. Less than 15 minutes after meeting, he offered to show me his truck. We both knew what he meant.

He parked at the empty end of the parking lot where only the employees park. It was one of those oversized trucks I hate. Gun things, political bumper stickers, etc. Inside the truck, his demeanor changed and he quickly got rough. Popped a button yanking open my top. Pinched and slapped my tits. Took me by the hair and forced my head down to suck his cock. He was well hung. Lots of gagging and slobber. The way he gripped the back of my neck was perfect. Called me a fat whore, slut, old. I expected it all and enjoyed it all. He held me down as he finished, making me swallow.

He couldn't stay long and laughed as he kicked me out of his truck. I went back into the Mall. Walked around for a while, belly full of cum, feeling like I had a secret. That was one of the nicest parts of the night, interacting normally after just sucking a stranger's cock. Also excited myself making sure he wasn't following me to my car to get my license. Silly drama, but it still made me feel excited, like a bad TV show. Getting messaged by him as I walked to my car got my heart racing. He was already wanting to meet again. I drove home feeling dirty and used and excited about what I'd done.