You need to be quick, you haven't got long if you're going to do a runner.
You click the lock on the door and scramble to the driver's side, catching your arse on the gear stick. That was nice, but no time to lose. Quick. To the station.
You slam shut his door and reach for the keys. Where's the iginition going to be... here... where the fuck are the keys? Gone.
There's a tap tap tap on the passenger window. Your head's in your hands as you can't believe there are no keys. Your dick goes soft. Click as he unlocks the passenger door. The van rocks as he gets in. Uh oh, he's not happy.
Driver "You little fucking shit. Though you could do a runner? Well you've asked for it now." As he speaks, he opens the glove box, leaves the lube, and pulls out handcuffs.
"Sit forward, hands behind your back." Beyond your control, your hands get locked together.
You: "Sir, I errr just wanted to drive the van round so the err headlights would shine on us as we screw Sir, honest". Nice one. Doesn't cut any mustard though.
Grunting and cursing, the driver pushes you into the back of the van. There are a few boxes there but not much else. You're lying face up as he grapples with his fly. Your eyes widen at the size of his cock.
He's wanking it near your face and with each stroke it pulsates longer and its girth increases. With his hands on your ears, he pulls your face towards it. You don't contemplate not giving him what he wants- besides, you're salivating at the thought of tasting this perfect prick. He moves a little closer and slips his juicy glans between your lips.
Driver: "Suck it good - yeah - that's it... see it's not so difficult is it? If your girlie can do it, you can too."
He straddles your face, holding your head up. Each movement jabs it into a different part of your mouth, his balls bouncing against your chin. It's not long before you notice a change in his rhythm - you 'd recognise it anywhere. It's the "I'm coming" jitter. And with a massive force that pushes your head right back out of his hands, your mouth fills with hot steaming goo, filling your mouth and streaming down your throat (hmm, might re-do this line later). He sits back and more squirts criss-cross your face. You catch some with your tongue. Droplets drizzle onto your neck. Already his cock is softening, but you beckon with your eyes and open your mouth again. The driver offers his cock and you suck out the last drops from his wilting erection.
Driver: "Good boy, nicely done, very nicely done." He sits back on your chest, pressing your cuffed hands painfully into your back. He's playing with his flaccid dick and wiping cum over your neck. "You can get out of the van now." he says.
You: "Sir, that was great, your cock is the best".
Driver: "Flattery will get you everywhere, except the station. Roll over, I'll undo your cuffs."
You do and he does. You stand outside the van with your bag at your feet, your trousers over your shoulder and an aching erection. The driver starts the engine and leaves you for dust. There's still time to hitch another lift before the last train. Let's hope it's a little old lady.
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