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Chuck



It had been one hell of a day. My job takes me to a lot of space. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call alien or really even picturesque. I am a playing area locomotive engineer for a major firm that specializes in the food industry. Because of that most of my body of work takes piazza in Podunk hollow towns where metric grain elevators are the tall body structure, and the olfactory modality of whatever processing facility is there dominates your good sense. Imagine my surprise when my boss sent me the locomotion dossier for my following trip and the address was Chicago, IL. I called him to make sure that he had not made a misapprehension. He laughed and told me not to get too excited, I hadn't seen the website.
When I arrived at the plant life, I found that the only glamorous part of this job was the name of the troupe. Princeton Priceless merchandise was in an old rundown building on the wrong side of boodle. I found a motel that looked like a place where I was less likely to be murdered in my quietus and checked in. The hotel was old and the furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a minuscule like a box of rocks, and the bed clothes smelled like they had been on the bed for weeks. Such was my lot in liveliness. I had grown accustomed to these facilities, and had learned that a honorable bottle of Vodka had an amazing way of making anything okay.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a diner not far from my hotel and sat in a booth near the waitress station figuring I might meet a lonely gal who would appreciate a nice tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her shift ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three little girl waiting the table to give me as much as directions to go to hell. I finished my meal, eggs over sensitive, blimp, hasheesh browns and unscathed wheat berry toast. I ate this repast as many as three times a day. It may have been oil production, but few mass could have intercourse up basic breakfast. I still left a nice tip, took one last flavour at the red-header nice set of tits and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a small bar where I thought I might try again on the missionary station to secure some, if not free, comfortably affordable companionship for the eve. The bar was quiet, mostly discharge except for a few guy rope with probably the Saami delegacy as mine and two pair who had had more than they could do by. The women were trying to get the men to lead and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the speech sound of the conversation they had been Army buddies who had met with their old outfits at a reunification. They were a little loud at times but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The women were frustrated and wanted to pull up stakes. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the check and they moved toward the door together. Both men were having trouble standing. They must have had a lot to drink. The taller of the two women said she would drive and they left. I decided it was sentence for me to allow also.
I walked out to the parking lot and found the two women trying to get the men into their car. The minivan had sliding doorway on both English and the cleaning lady had them open trying to attend to their drunken husbands into the back bottom. After they had the men in the car, the little woman, an attractive but plain carrottop, climbed into the passenger's side derriere. The taller miss, a slender brunette walked around to the driver's position."I'll dip you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the wheel."Maybe if we drive them around a little they may sober up some."The other woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to help oneself me get him to the room."The other man bellowed,"I'll help you get him into the room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the gage seat. The cleaning woman looked at one another and shook their brain in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the management opposite of my hotel. poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to have some fun with their husband and end up babysitting a couple of immature drunk. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the road to another bar, hoping to improve my fortune. Apparently, this neighborhood was where all the people who wanted to get booze and pass out went to spend their eventide. I stayed about an time of day, having a few drinks and talking with the bartender, who was squeamish, but not my character. He would have been finely if I had been gay, but alas, the heterosexual demon had possessed me yet again and I was forced to return to the hotel without date.
As I entered the lobby, I heard a flutter in the elevator foyer. When I got there I saw the improbable slender brunette and her badly pie-eyed hubby trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, Alice Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to suffer up, you asshole."Her hubby was sliding down the wall unable to walk into the car. She looked at me with pleading eyes."Can you assist me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her married man and lifted him up by his armpit. I looked at her and told her to push the floor clitoris for their base. When we reached the fourth floor the car stopped and she indicated that this was their stop. I moved him out of the car and threw him over my shoulder."lead story on"I told her. She led me to the door of their room and said"I can get him from here. Thank you so much for helping me."Her cheek was pretty ; she had good lips, highschool cheek os and the most amazing violet heart. Her brunette haircloth framed her nerve with gentle wavy curls that seemed to glisten in the pale light of the hall."Oh no Ma'am,"I said,"You can't ski lift him, and he isn't walking anywhere tonight."
She opened the door and held it as I walked in and threw her husband down onto the bed."Thank you so much"the charwoman said"He just had too much to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any bother at all."I told her and turned to pass on.
"Could you maybe help me get him ungarmented ?"she surprised me with this asking, but I figured, ‘ What the perdition, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to avail her take his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his head and pushed him over on his side. When she did his flaccid rooster fell out of the fly of his boxers."Bastard,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his trunks."Well control on Ma'am,"I said trying to calm her down a bit,"Frank Philip Stella"she said"My name is Stella."“ OK then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a in force prison term, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be dark as infernal region in the morning, so why don't you just let the Jack Daniels beat the blaze out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a second gear honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Chicago, he said, lots of nice places to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a small crazy….Fuck he's been drunk since we got here and we only have one more day left. I haven't had one dainty meal, or seen one tourist attractive force, or for that matter been as much as finger fucked in four days. I am so turned on, and I'd just about fuck a homeless guy if he came onto me right now."She looked at me and realized that her blah was directed at a total stranger. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as sincere as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does sound like you got the shitty end of that control stick, but all is not lost…I'm not homeless, but I sure could use a little pussy right now."Her font turned crimson, she turned to ward off eye tangency with me."I'm sorry, I lost my straits a little."She blurted out"I'm so embarrassed I could die. Please forgive me for making such a tomfool of myself."I shrugged my shoulders and sighed."That's hunky-dory ma'am, I haven't had any portion at all myself in this town."With that she smiled and let go of a little chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please live with my apology."With that I sauntered toward the door and at the like time unzipped my drawers. When I turned to say goodnight, my arduous pecker was sticking out to wave good-by."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her drunken husband sleeping like a dead man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no stared, directly at my swollen manhood."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd look at it an honor if you let me take you back to my way and roll in the hay you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would have at least something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my cock. She moved across the elbow room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her husband."I'd have to be back before morning,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, baby girl, I'll have you home before your mommy knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go suffer some fun."
We left the room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight to my storey. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me hard on the lips."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the john and closed the threshold. I undressed and lay back on the bed, hard-on standing proud to greet her when she came out of the bathroom. When she entered the room she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy Negroid negligee that made her tits look amazing. She had a nice bush of pubic hair, soft brown about a shade light than her hair. Her knocker were high and tight with very nice deep pink mamilla that shown through the sheer fabric. She did not wear any panties. I always loved a lady friend who was efficient.
"What do you think ?"she asked. My dick stood there at attention as if the subject Anthem was playing."Very nice."was all that I was able to say. She came and knelt on the bed."I don't want you to conceive that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few fourth dimension on Paul, my hubby, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my cock in her hand."You sure let a gracious dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouthpiece. My hand wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and clit. She drew her breathing place in as I touched her. I pulled her off my pecker and brought her boldness up to mine. We kissed. Her sassing and spit were particularly delicate. She had honeyed breath, and it was hot against my cheek. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my peter as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the lead and climbed into post and slid down on my hardened shaft. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the theatrical role of concert skipper and played my instrument like a virtuoso. She was cumming in minutes and became very animated as she picked up her tempo. Her hips slammed down against my hips and her pussy felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her hotness made it difficult to proceed from blowing my load, but I thought of everything early than her hot puss to maintain ascendance. After about 20 minutes she exploded into a series of prospicient, satisfying, orgasms that came in waving over her consistency. My own release was world shaking. I thought I was about to pass out, the pleasure was so intense. When I erupted she shouted in surprise, a look of delectation crossed her face. She collapsed against my chest breathing heavily. Her kiss were landing everywhere along my amphetamine body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hips and milk my pecker."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't experience your name."“ chuck,"I replied"grub Blue."Her eye were sparkling as we talked."fountainhead, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."Better than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so good, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my chest of drawers"How so ?"I looked into those amazing eyes and chuckled a little."Most of the charwoman who take reward of me, just terminate, chute off, put their puss away and leave."She burst into laugh."Oh, I see."She continued to laugh,"fountainhead, I'm not that form of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groin, so our talk was in pretty miserly quarters.
She wiggled her hips a little causation my peter to stir inside her very soused quim. She kissed my dresser and suckled on my pap trying to get my pecker to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my strength before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close next to me."Paul isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through Hell in Nam, and when he came home plate he had to do rehab for drugs that he had become addicted to over there. He said that our own government had made them available to the flock so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that LBJ said that he was making too a good deal money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to keep their minds off the fighting. He said there was Sir Thomas More pussy and drugs there than you could shake a peg at. A lot of guys over there came home all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring dwelling house any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my rooster with her free hand."We were married before he went over, and yes, I fucked around while he was gone, but what's a girl to do, I just have sex getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came family, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guys. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her story."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly faithful, except for our sermoniser, who's got the weakened little ass, and the paper boy."I threw my drumhead back as I laughed at her profession of fidelity."The paper boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her Chin as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really certain, but that baby has the biggest cock I've ever seen. And his Mama tells me that he licks puss like a champ."I roared with laugh."tinker's damn, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my pecker back into her mouth and within proceedings had me ready for another round. She wanted me to fuck her barker this metre so I got behind her and mosh fucked her through another series of approach wild orgasm before we were done.
About three AM she quietly dressed and left the room. I wondered how in the world I had been lucky enough to score such an unexpected and delicious piece of ass. I fell off to catch some Z's, not looking forward to the alarm clock in the morning.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my feelings, and I got up to start my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my booster Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel diner, not the best place in town, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The drive to the industrial plant went through a locality that harbored drug crime, harlotry, execution, and whatever crime one might receive in head to dedicate. A couple of years prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two dollar mark. That was in Motor City but it was in the Sami sort of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, flame tree Princeton, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 category into her designated blank space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a tall forty-something woman looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her door."it says Priceless not dislodge"she said indicating the foretoken that hung on the edifice. I smiled and acknowledged her point. I offered to avail her into the office and walked along as we entered."wellspring, do we sustain a fortune at respectability ?"she asked referring to the authorities submission study I was conducting for the firm."We'll have you guys compliant in no time."I said"What I've seen isn't bad at all."She nodded approval. I followed her into the kitchen where we both poured coffee and sat down at one of the round tables that were there for the staff."So tell me eats, what does one do when not working inside the bulwark of our low formation ?"I looked at her and wondered if I should secern her about Stella. bettor judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a fair place to eat, I explained my doctrine of breakfast, and then I said I went to my elbow room and find out TV. The lie was understandable. I didn't want to share that I frequented stripe because they might frown on that, and I didn't want them to think that I required a lot of entertainment either.
huisache said she would go crazy if she had to spend her eventide in a motel room all the metre. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on vacation. I joked and asked her what a vacation was, she smiled a pretty smiling and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her father owned and ran the company. They made a occupation of frozen appetizer and admittance that were well received by the populace, thus affording them a very practiced income."So, what does Mrs. Chuck think of life on the route ?"she asked."Well, it lasted about sixteen months, and then she told me that my being away all the time was too much and she left me for a attorney, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The shit,"Her centre cast downward as if to say she was sorry for asking. She continued her questioning,"So you are pretty much a lone wolf ?"she asked knowing the resolution before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a relinquish heart, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the route, I wish it were a small more glamorous, but I have found that most of the folk music I meet out here are unfeigned. You don't feel too many phonies. When you meet somebody who drives a truck for a living, he has a narrative that he wants to tell apart, and if you listen you learn something about the homo spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the floor of the human spirit."flame tree looked at me with a different perspective than when she first sat down."Would you consider having dinner party with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. sweet acacia ?"I asked."The names Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an explanation."Then certain, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to pick me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that neighborhood at dark would be an receptive invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to meet me at a restaurant in the suburbs near her house, and gave me the address. We agreed to take on at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner and early for supper. I imagined that I would have got to run through a drive thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to wait that former to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the data point on the existing plant and marked up the drawing off they had sent with the dossier. I would hold on past the FedEx federal agency on my way to the hotel to send that day's gathered information for the locomotive engineer back domicile to come out processing. I arrived at the hotel to detect that Stella and St. Paul had left me a yield basketball hoop to thank me for my avail the Nox before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Frank Stella had used them to stuff her starving snatch.
I arrived at the impressive address Cassie had given me, thank good for my GPS. I would never give known where to go without it. I parked my humble SUV in the effort, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to write my boss the overplus of having it sit there. As I walked to the threshold a spokesperson broke my train of thinking."eats, the door is open, come in and wait for me in the forepart room."I realized that the voice came from the intercom at the front doorway. There was a camera mounted smash, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to will my car here ?"I stupidly asked."indisputable I don't think anybody will steal it."She added facetiously. I heard her chortle as she disconnected from the intercom. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her wagerer I would said it out loud. I sat in the parlour, which was pretty squeamish, considering it was only the second or tertiary one I had ever seen. There were painting on the bulwark, very paintings with brush strokes and everything. Each one had a piffling light over the top of it to light it up for bettor screening. The furniture was very comfortable, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and make it voiceless to get up. I was about to get up and get a better facial expression at one of the man of carving when scented wattle made her entryway. I have to say, I was blown away. The same adult female who at the plant dressed in no gimcrack business suits and low heeled shoes came into the way in a smoking hot bleak miniskirt dress that clung to her very nice body. She had on four in high heels that made her legs flavour exquisite. Her hair was combed out and lay in prospicient smooth wave down her let on back. Miss Princeton was a baby.
"Did you have any bother finding me ?"she asked. I was so taken by her it took me a minute to respond."Err uhh No."I finally stammered out"GPS"I said in explanation. She held her wrap toward me to experience me help her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the house. When we got extraneous she pushed in a code on the keypad and the service department door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the hell I might have said. ‘ Oh no, let's take my bit of asshole, I'll just have to strip out the front line seat so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her door and she slid into the passenger seat. I walked around to the number one wood's side and got in. My palms were a pool of sweat."She pushed the button that started the engine and spoke firmly into the voice recognition organization."Bartolini's"the simple machine responded"Take a rightfulness at the succeeding intersection."And thus started my eventide.
Chapter threesome :
Driving the Mercedes was awesome, but looking over into this woman's beautiful fount as I drove surpassed any fantasy that I can call up. Her face was illuminated by the console lighting. Her yearn legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her stage and turned to face me."This slight eating house lacks the gaudiness that some people enjoy, but it has the most flummox crybaby Masala in the world, and they have a respectable, though walker wine list."She extended her hand to smooth her wench and as she did she scratched her genu as if it itched."You'll have to let me know how the breakfast is."She added with a sly smiling.
The GPS guided us directly to the valet de chambre parking. I hustled out of the car to open her door, but the valet beat me to it. I watched as her prospicient legs emerged from the keister. She was the epitome of goodwill. I have no mind why my mind immediately compared her to Stella, That was like comparing the Mercedes to the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile. They both would get you to where you wanted to go, but there was a major divergence in the ride. I was trying my full to act like I'd been to this kind of place before, and actually I had, but she just had me so flustered that I was acting kind of stupid. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."soundly evening Ms. Princeton, so nice to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this evening. I had worn a dyad of grey sharkskin mire, a pullover plain stitch shirt, and casual loafer. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a moment and then surmised that her lawn boy had Thomas More class than I did.
We were seated at"her"table and were immediately greeted by a man who was obviously the owner. He kissed her hand and asked her why she had been away so long. The banter continued for what seemed like an timeless existence until thankfully a flight attendant offered me a feeding bottle of wine-colored for favourable reception, I picked up the vibe and asked if they had it in another year ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the steward and said make for the'65 you fool. It made me look like a star. After everyone had left our put off flame tree began to express mirth."That was marvelous."She cried."The looking at on Phillipe's side was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's Products"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this prank."Oh, Chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep gag."What would you receive done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would have kicked his ass, what did he mean bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that Cassie screamed with joy.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to falter and then rush away as if stroke in the gut. She continued to express mirth out loud, as a issue of fact she did nigh of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, Cassie had the Chicken Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with seared peewee. We drank the Hell out of that'65 and ordered another feeding bottle. By the metre we ordered afters, we were both feeling little pain. Over dinner we talked about the food industry, I shared some of my favorite horror story about her competitor, and she shared the narrative of how they grew from her Gramma's kitchen to a sixty million dollar a yr food for thought titan, making the same things that she ate as a child."Some people have all the circumstances,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up eating, I might not be eating breakfast every meal of the day."Her humor changed to melancholy."It hasn't been a perfect ride."She said"My Dad's been very exacting with me, limiting my picture to men, keeping me busy with the business concern instead of allowing me to experience tangible life."“ Well, real life sentence actually sucks."I popped in trying to brighten her mood. She through her head back in another deep belly jest and she reached across the table and kissed me on the nerve. I was slightly surprised by that movement but the future one made me candidate for most gobsmacked somebody of the class. Her hand ran up my thigh and she squeezed my flaccid cock."I hope the alcohol didn't movement you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own jocularity,"semen on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the front doorway, I was trying to ask about the peak, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her invoice. The gentleman must sustain anticipated our deviation because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the door. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my body and began to rub down my cock."semen on little buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper down."Wan na come out and play with huisache's pussy ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one bridge player on the cycle and one paw down her second joint. I was not really surprised to incur she wasn't wearing step-in, but I was surprised to find that she had a full-of-the-moon growth of kitty-cat fuzz. She drew her head back and smiled."Do you care what you feel ?"she giggled"Oh yeah,"was all I could get out before she kissed me on the mouth thrusting her natural language deep into my mouth. Now, not only did I not have utter control of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the drive I will never have intercourse. She threw her door heart-to-heart and virtually drug me out of the passenger side of the car. The ride over the console was memorable. She shouted a command to the entry organization which unlocked the room access automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the room access behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen-headed cock into her throbbing cunt and we fucked, we didn't make love, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as hard and as fast as both of us could manage. Her legs were wrapped around me when I landed on the bottom and drawn up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my face and chest, she bit my neck opening. She was absolutely out of control. I loved it. It was Frank Stella on sex hormone. This woman was fucking for all the marbles. She had been denied too long and when she finally got what she was after she was enjoying it to the maximum boundary. I was sure enough if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for early withdrawal."After what seemed to be hours, but in reality was probably only twenty to thirty minutes, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting sexual climax. My cock was still punishing, I think out of self-defence, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, sailor, buy me a drink."She said laughing hard. She rolled over and kissed my cock."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling peter. We got up off the floor."ejaculate on upstairs, you're spending the night."I began to resist but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your rent and I promise a good breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The lady drove a hard bargain.
To be continued :