19F I want the delivery driver

Every morning before dawn he stops next door to deliver goods at the gas station. The trucks rear door stays wide open, a man coming in and out carrying boxes, the fluorescent lights inside showcase the empty metal room and his strong silhouette. I never see his face, it could be different guys for all I know.

Sometimes I consider going outside in my socks and pjs in the cool air, slipping into the back of the truck easily, no one seems to be around but us. I’d pray that he was perverted and horny enough not to ask questions, that maybe he’ll be able to know what I need just by the way I look at him, batting my lashes sweet and polite.

I’d want him to admire me for a moment, his large hand smoothing over one of my braids as he looked over my small frame. He’d grin before sliding the back door shut. My heart rate would quicken, fear of what he might do to me, now that I’m trapped inside this metal box with a strange man that hasn’t even said a word.

I’d sink to my knees in fear and arousal, hoping he’ll get the hint at what I want. He’d coo at me darkly, wrapping his fingers into my hair tightly with one hand and unzipping his pants with the other. I’d lick my lips in anticipation as his cock springs out, pressing hot and heavy over my face.

Without any encouragement I’d suck the whole thing into my mouth right away, not stopping until I felt his head hit the back of my throat. I’d moan in relief and need, nuzzling my nose against navel easily as I relax my throat the best I can, not caring if I choke or gag, the sounds echoing in the small room only make me wetter. I’d look up at him with wide eyes, wanting him to hold my face in his strong hands and move me however he wanted.

He’d be selfish, taking advantage of the position I’m in and holding my braids tight in either hand, pulling them towards himself mercilessly until he’s lodged far down enough that i choke and struggle. Id tap his thighs and I’d try to pull off to breath but he’d hold me snug, grunting in pleasure, his head thrown back in bliss as he feels my throat spasm and massage his thick length. He’d tell me “you’re not going anywhere”

He’d slide my face up and down his length like a toy, telling me to suck it. My spit would spill out over my lips, dribbling down my chin and into my hair. I’m not nearly strong enough to fight back even if I wanted to, I’d be at mercy to whatever his cock wants. I’ve trapped myself into this position knowing what might happen.