One time i went into the local mcdonalds to get some lunch. I was dressed as usual. Skintight jeans (duh), a tucked-in shirt a few sizes to big, open all the way down, ankle boots with 6 inch heels (kinda cheap and uncomfortable), and a small, very tight denim jacket. All of this lite blue. Full makeup. Fake tan, fake lashes, tons of mascara and eyeshadow, brite pink lipstick on my filled lips. Bleacblonde hair, goldchains. U kno, the works. People were getting used to me now, so i didn't get as much shit as i used to.
When i had gotten my order (cheeseburger with fries, coke), i found my favorite table in a corner. it's out of the way, a little hidden. I sat down, realisin that i was in for a tough time. My jacket was to tight. It really restricted my arms. I whimpered a lil to myself, bu started eatin with one hand. To much work taking the jacket of.
Then i saw him. His name's Kenneth and i new him by reputation. street criminal and bodybuilder. He's gotta be on steroids, he's fuckin huge. He had just gotten his order and was cummin for my table.
He sat down next to me, blocking my way out. Just gave a nod, and started eating. He ate like a pig, way to fast. Moanin and grunting, drool and halfchewed food falling out as he shoved the next bite in. He was smelly to, like he came straight from the gym. I just got sick. Then, when he finally finished, he grabbed his drink with his left hand, and his rite went under the table, grabbing my crotch. My lil boiclit reacted as usual of course. Ken felt it and started squeezing the bulge rythmically. I just yelped a lil, sunk back and looked at in shame.
Ok, so here's Ken, a huge, violent criminal everybody fears, and me, an anorectic-looking fag slut who everybody, like, contempts. What was i gonna do? Nothing. I just sat there til my boiclit spewed, a wet spot spreading on the front of my left thigh. Then Ken said "im going to the toilet. ur gonna follow. ok?", and i just nodded n tried to make my quivering lips smile. Then when i got up, everyone there saw the spot and new what had happened, and what was going down. there was alot of snickering and muffled laughter as i hubbled to the toilets in my painfull boots.
Ken was sitting on a toilet in a booth when i came in. He just opened his pants and waved me over. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was gorgus! I thought i deserved better than a lowlife in a toilet! But i was scared shitless.
His cock popped out, and i new the drill. It was fairly good sized, tho not huge. I just sank on my knees an started lickin and suckin on it. No handaction, my jacket stopped that. Ken sat back and groaned as i worked on him. Then he reached down as i wrapped my lips over his cock, grabbed my head with huge hands and started pumping it with my head. I gagged an coughed, but he didn't care, just kept slammin. I couldn't raise my arms to push of either.
After a bit, he got up, bending me backwards. He let me have some air then, but soon he was really fuckin my face, drool and tears running. His left hand on my head, his rite slapping my face from time to time. He smiled as he did that, feelin powerfull. And damn, he was.
When he came, he pulled out a lil, and let me swallow as it came. He stood there till i had sucked him clean, then pulled up his pants and stuck some money in my mouth. Then he slapped me again, laughed, and left. I got up, opened my handbag and started cleaning and fixin makeup. With a rush of selfcontempt, i realised i had really enjoyed it. I realised that looking hot was my duty as a slut, and it didn't earn me anything. I didn't "deserve better". I was an object for others to enjoy.
I met Ken again, of course. Many times.
