Altered plans

Emma straightened her hair, and exited her SUV. "Hey mister!" she called out. The trucker was well into his 50's with salt and pepper hair peeking out from beneath a red "Trump" hat, wore a flannel shirt and dirty jeans, and was about 40lbs overweight. She smiled to herself thinking this was just about a perfect man to really drive Suzy's confidence in herself into the dirt.

"Yeah?" he replied, pausing at the entrance to the gas station. Emma sauntered up to him with a wicked grin. She steeled herself for what she was about to do. After all, if she wanted this guy to fuck her cousin; she had to get him a little hot under the collar first. Judging from how long Suzy had been inside, she was sure that the cashier was thoroughly enjoying himself at this point.

"Can you help me? I have a weird light flashing on my dashboard, and I'm not getting any signal for roadside assistance..." she said, idly pushing her blonde hair back over her shoulder to accent her bare collarbones. He glanced down at his wristwatch ("who still had those?" she thought) before nodding and approaching her. Emma grinned again, and stepped away from her open driver's side door.

"What's the problem, miss?" the man said as he approached her. She sagged her shoulders before making a dramatic sweep of her arms.

"I don't know! A light came on my dashboard." she said as he came into view in the dim light. Once he was up close, she estimated he was probably closer to being in his early 60's, had bloodshot eyes from either too much driving or substance ****, and had the robustness of someone used to manual labor rather than time in the gym. He smelled of cheap cigarettes and pine cone air fresheners. Perfect for her purposes of humiliating Suzy.

Emma opened the door of her SUV, and put her hands on her hips. "Can you check it for me?" she asked in her best helpless damsel voice.

"Which light came on?" he asked, moving closer to her. This was perfect. He'd sit in the seat and look at the lights while she retrieved her tiny little cousin, coerce into "paying" for his help, and be that much closer to having complete control over her. Emma internally congratulated herself on her ploy and she leaned over the man and pointed to where she knew the "check oil" light should be.

"Oh. It seems the light went out." she said, merely inches from the man as she leaned over. "My cousin told me it was...OH!" she exclaimed suddenly. The man quickly wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her into the SUV. Emma squirmed and pushed against him, but he was too strong from a lifetime of working his own truck's enormous engine.

"What are you..." she squealed as he pulled her thin frame into the vehicle. It was when his hand cupped her ass that she realized she'd made a tactical mistake.

"Gotta pay for roadside assistance." he said coldy. Emma pushed against him, but he closed the door behind her. She was stuck. She tried to slap him, but he caught her thin, delicate wrist and wrenched it painfully across her body.

"Oh shit..." she thought. His other hand snaked into her delicate, soft blonde hair and grabbed a handful of it. A second later, her head was **** down to his crotch as he frantically fumbled with his zipper. Emma winced as his cock sprang out. It wasn't the first time she'd been **** to suck a cock, but at least the others had been decent looking and she was quite drunk. As her lips were pressed closer and closer to it, she held out hope that Suzy would slide into the passenger seat and at least some of her plans would play out. Once his rancid cockhead pressed against her lips, Emma realized that she'd probably lost his round of scheming.

She reluctantly opened her lips to his member, and nearly gagged as his phallus slid into her. "Ugh! Gross! Tastes like stale corn chips..." she thought as his shaft slid down her long, soft throat. "Oh well, might as well get on with it..." she conceded as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.