The Adventures Of Chuck The Railroad Engineer


Cheating, Cuckold, Masturbation
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For those of you who truly enjoyed my past storey and found pleasure reading them, I write for you. please let me roll in the hay what you think of this one. It is a departure from my other musical style. Enjoy.

Chuck



It had been one hell of a day. My job takes me to a lot of shoes. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a field engineer for a major firm that specializes in the food diligence. Because of that near of my work takes billet in Podunk hollow towns where metric grain lift are the tallest social organization, and the smell of whatever processing readiness is there dominates your senses. Imagine my surprisal when my boss sent me the travelling dossier for my future trip and the terminus was boodle, IL. I called him to seduce sure as shooting that he had not made a mistake. He laughed and told me not to get too agitate, I hadn't seen the web site.
When I arrived at the industrial plant, I found that the only glamorous role of this job was the epithet of the company. Princeton Priceless ware was in an old summation building on the awry slope of Windy City. I found a motel that looked like a place where I was less potential to be murdered in my nap and checked in. The hotel was old and the piece of furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a little like a box of rock music, and the bed clothes smelled like they had been on the bed for weeks. Such was my lot in life. I had grown accustomed to these facilities, and had learned that a sound nursing bottle of Vodka had an amazing way of making anything sanction.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a dining car 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 displacement ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three girls waiting the board to give me as much as centering to go to hell. I finished my meal, eggs over medium, sausage, hasheesh browns and whole wheat pledge. I ate this repast as many as three sentence a day. It may consume been wearisome, but few masses could get laid up basic breakfast. I still left a courteous tip, took one in conclusion face at the redheads nice set of titmouse and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a belittled bar where I thought I might try again on the foreign mission to plug some, if not free, comfortably affordable companionship for the evening. The bar was quiet, mostly empty except for a few guys with probably the same missionary post as mine and two span who had had more than they could handle. The women were trying to get the men to result and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the sounds of the conversation they had been regular army chum who had met with their old outfits at a reunification. They were a footling loud at times but considering their age, around forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The charwoman were frustrated and wanted to bequeath. 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 birth had a lot to pledge. The taller of the two adult female said she would drive and they left. I decided it was time for me to leave 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 doors on both sides and the womanhood had them open trying to assist their drunken husbands into the back seat. After they had the men in the car, the shorter cleaning lady, an attractive but plain redhead, climbed into the rider's side bottom. The taller girl, a slender brunette walked around to the device driver's slope."I'll drop you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the wheel."Maybe if we drive them around a fiddling they may sober up some."The other fair sex offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to experience to help 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 back seat. The women looked at one another and shook their head teacher in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the direction inverse of my hotel. Poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to have some fun with their hubby and end up babysitting a couple of immature sot. That was just sad. I drove yesteryear my hotel and down the route to another bar, hoping to better my circumstances. Apparently, this neighbourhood was where all the people who wanted to get tope and pass out went to expend their evenings. I stayed about an hour, having a few drinks and talking with the bartender, who was decent, but not my case. He would have been all right if I had been gay, but alas, the straight fiend had possessed me yet again and I was forced to return to the hotel without bodyguard.
As I entered the entrance hall, I heard a commotion in the lift foyer. When I got there I saw the marvellous slender brunette and her badly sloshed husband trying to get into the lift."Goddammit, Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to place upright up, you asshole."Her husband was sliding down the bulwark ineffectual to walk into the car. She looked at me with pleading eyes."Can you help me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her husband and lifted him up by his armpits. I looked at her and told her to drive the floor push for their flooring. When we reached the twenty-five percent 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 joint."hint 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 face was pretty ; she had full lips, high boldness bones and the most amaze violet center. Her brunette hair framed her face with soft wavy curls that seemed to glitter in the picket brightness level of the hallway."Oh no Ma'am,"I said,"You can't rhytidoplasty 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 woman said"He just had too a good deal to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any fuss at all."I told her and turned to leave.
"Could you maybe facilitate me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this postulation, but I figured, ‘ What the hell, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to help her take his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his read/write head and pushed him over on his side. When she did his flaccid prick fell out of the fly of his bagger."SOB,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well hold on Ma'am,"I said trying to calm her down a bit,"Frank Philip Stella"she said"My name is Stella."“ O.K. then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a good time, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be sorry as Hell in the morning, so why don't you just let the doodly-squat Daniels beat the Hell out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a second honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Chicago, he said, lots of decent places to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a piddling crazy….Fuck he's been toast since we got here and we only have one more day left. I haven't had one nice meal, or seen one tourist attraction, or for that matter been as a great deal as digit fucked in four Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I am so hornlike, and I'd just about fuck a homeless person guy if he came onto me right now."She looked at me and realized that her bombast 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 fathom like you got the shitty end of that stick, but all is not lost…I'm not homeless person, but I sure could use a little pussy right wing now."Her side turned crimson, she turned to nullify eye link with me."I'm sorry, I lost my drumhead a little."She blurted out"I'm so chagrined I could die. Please forgive me for making such a muggins of myself."I shrugged my shoulder joint and sighed."That's okay ma'am, I haven't had any chance 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 clip unzipped my pants. When I turned to say goodnight, my intemperately dick was sticking out to curl adieu."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her sottish husband sleeping like a dead man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no stare, directly at my swell up manhood."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd consider it an laurels if you let me learn you back to my room and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would get at least something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my tool. She moved across the room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her husband."I'd have to be back before daybreak,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, sister young lady, I'll have you home before your momma knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go give birth 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 of stairs to my story. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me strong on the lips."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and lay back on the bed, hard-on standing proud to recognize her when she came out of the can. When she entered the way she was wearing a very sheer, very aphrodisiac black negligee that made her knocker look amazing. She had a nice bush of pubic hair, easygoing Brown University about a tone lighter than her hair. Her breasts were high and tight with very Nice bass pink nipples that shown through the sheer cloth. She did not endure any pantie. I always loved a girl who was efficient.
"What do you believe ?"she asked. My tool stood there at aid as if the National hymn was playing."Very nice."was all that I was able-bodied to say. She came and knelt on the bed."I don't want you to think that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few time on Paul, my husband, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my cock in her hand."You sure have a nice dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her sassing. My hand wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and clit. She drew her breath in as I touched her. I pulled her off my cock and brought her cheek up to mine. We kissed. Her sass and tongue were particularly soft. She had sugared breath, and it was hot against my cheek. I continued to stroke her clitoris. She tugged at my hammer as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the lead and climbed into position and slid down on my hardened shaft. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the role of concert master and played my instrument like a maven. She was cumming in minutes and became very animated as she picked up her pacing. Her articulatio coxae slammed down against my pelvic arch and her cunt felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heat made it difficult to observe from blowing my freight, but I thought of everything other than her hot bitch to maintain dominance. After about 20 transactions she exploded into a series of retentive, satisfying, orgasms that came in moving ridge over her body. My own release was earth shaking. I thought I was about to lapse 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 kisses were landing everywhere along my upper physical structure. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her pelvic arch and Milk River my cock."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't have it off your name."“ chow,"I replied"Chuck Blue."Her eyes were sparkling as we talked."wellspring, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."Better than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so beneficial, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my chest"How so ?"I looked into those amazing center and chuckled a niggling."Most of the women who take advantage of me, just finish, jump off, put their twat away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to express mirth,"wellspring, I'm not that variety of girl."She said. We were still joined at the jetty, so our talk was in moderately tight quarters.
She wiggled her hips a little causing my cock to stir inside her very cockeyed quim. She kissed my bureau and suckled on my nipples trying to get my shaft to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my effectiveness before going again.
She rolled off me and lay cheeseparing next to me."Paul isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through Hell in Nam, and when he came home he had to do rehab for drugs that he had become addicted to over there. He said that our own regime had made them usable to the scout troop so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that Lyndon Baines Johnson said that he was making too much money to end the war, and that he would collapse the ‘ boys'something to celebrate their minds off the fight. He said there was More snatch and drugs there than you could shake up a marijuana cigarette at. A lot of guy over there came home base all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring home any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my turncock with her detached mitt."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 bonk getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came home, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guy rope. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her narrative."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly faithful, except for our preacher, who's got the shortened little ass, and the newspaper publisher boy."I threw my head back as I laughed at her profession of fidelity."The newspaper publisher boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger's breadth on her Kuki as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really certain, but that baby has the biggest peter I've ever seen. And his Mama tells me that he licks pussy like a champ."I roared with laugh."red cent, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my cock back into her sassing and within min had me ready for another round. She wanted me to jazz her doggy this time so I got behind her and thrash fucked her through another serial publication of nigh violent orgasms 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 nock such an unexpected and delicious piece of ass. I fell off to log Z's, not looking forward to the alert clock in the morning time.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my touch, and I got up to go my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my friend Frank Philip Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel diner, not the honorable berth in townspeople, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The drive to the plant went through a neighbourhood that harbored drug crime, prostitution, murder, and whatever criminal offense one might have in mind to institutionalize. A couple of years prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two dollars. That was in Motown but it was in the same kind of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, Cassie Princeton, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 form into her doom space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a improbable forty-something womanhood looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to shut down her doorway."it says Priceless not justify"she said indicating the preindication that hung on the building. I smiled and acknowledged her point. I offered to help her into the spot and walked along as we entered."Well, do we have a chance at respectability ?"she asked referring to the authorities compliance 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 Chuck, what does one do when not working inside the walls of our humble establishment ?"I looked at her and wondered if I should secernate her about Stella. wagerer judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a fair seat to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my way and keep an eye on TV. The lie was intelligible. I didn't want to share that I frequented legal community because they might frown on that, and I didn't want them to think that I required a lot of entertainment either.
Cassie said she would go softheaded if she had to spend her eventide in a motel room all the prison term. 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 smile and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her forefather owned and ran the companionship. They made a descent of suspend appetizers and entrees that were well received by the populace, thus affording them a very upright income."So, what does Mrs. Chuck think of lifespan on the road ?"she asked."Well, it lasted about xvi months, and then she told me that my being away all the sentence was too a great deal and she left me for a lawyer, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The dickhead,"Her eyes cast downward as if to say she was sorry for asking. She continued her questioning,"So you are pretty much a lone wildcat ?"she asked knowing the answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a innocent spirit, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the road, I wish it were a trivial more glamorous, but I have found that virtually of the folks I meet out here are unfeigned. You don't bump too many phonies. When you meet individual who drives a truck for a living, he has a tarradiddle that he wants to tell, and if you listen you learn something about the human spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the narrative of the human spirit."huisache looked at me with a different view than when she first sat down."Would you think having dinner party with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. Cassie ?"I asked."The gens Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an account."Then sure, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to clean me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that neighbourhood at Nox would be an open invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to get together me at a restaurant in the suburbs near her place, and gave me the speech. We agreed to fulfil at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner and early for supper. I imagined that I would have to run through a drive thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to wait that late to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the data on the existing plant and marked up the drawings they had sent with the dossier. I would barricade past the FedEx position on my way to the hotel to send out that day's gathered information for the applied scientist back home plate to commence processing. I arrived at the hotel to come up that Stella and Paul had left me a fruit basket to thank me for my service the dark before. I noticed that there were no banana tree ; I figured Stella had used them to gourmandize her starving puss.
I arrived at the telling address huisache had given me, thank goodness for my GPS. I would never have known where to go without it. I parked my modest SUV in the drive, thinking I should probably sustain parked on the street to save my boss the embarrassment of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a interpreter broke my railroad train of thought."Chuck, the room access is open, fare in and wait for me in the front room."I realized that the vocalisation came from the intercom at the front door. There was a camera mounted command processing overhead time, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to leave my car here ?"I stupidly asked."Sure I don't think anybody will slip it."She added facetiously. I heard her chortle as she disconnected from the intercom. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her better I would said it out tacky. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty nice, considering it was only the endorse or 3rd one I had ever seen. There were picture on the bulwark, real house painting with brush strokes and everything. Each one had a fiddling light over the top of it to perch it up for full viewing. The furniture was very well-to-do, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and make it hard to get up. I was about to get up and get a better spirit at one of the pieces of sculpture when sweet wattle made her ingress. I have to say, I was blown away. The same woman who at the plant life dressed in no folderal business causa and low heeled shoes came into the room in a smoking hot Shirley Temple Black miniskirt dress that clung to her very nice physical structure. She had on four in high heel that made her pegleg tone exquisite. Her hair's-breadth was combed out and lay in long smooth waves down her exposed back. fille Princeton was a infant.
"Did you have any fuss finding me ?"she asked. I was so taken by her it took me a minute of arc to respond."Err uhh No."I finally stammered out"GPS"I said in explanation. She held her wrap toward me to have me avail 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 external 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 pick out my piece of shit, I'll just induce to clean out the battlefront fanny so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her threshold and she slid into the passenger posterior. I walked around to the number one wood's position and got in. My medallion were a pond of fret."She pushed the button that started the engine and spoke firmly into the voice acknowledgment system."Bartolini's"the machine responded"need a right at the next intersection."And thus started my evening.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awe-inspiring, but looking over into this charwoman's beautiful face as I drove surpassed any illusion that I can remember. Her cheek was illuminated by the console lighting. Her longsighted legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her legs and turned to face me."This trivial eating house lacks the glitz that some masses enjoy, but it has the most amazing crybaby Masala in the earthly concern, and they have a tidy, though pedestrian wine-coloured list."She extended her hand to smooth her skirt and as she did she scratched her stifle as if it itched."You'll have to let me roll in the hay how the breakfast is."She added with a sly grin.
The GPS guided us directly to the gentleman's gentleman parking. I hustled out of the car to give her door, but the valet circumvent me to it. I watched as her longsighted legs emerged from the behind. She was the prototype of grace. I have no idea 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 deviation in the ride. I was trying my unspoiled 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."commodity even Ms. Princeton, so Nice to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this even. I had worn a pair of grey-haired sharkskin slacks, a pullover knitting shirt, and nonchalant loafers. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a minute and then surmised that her lawn boy had Thomas More social 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 manus and asked her why she had been away so long. The banter continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a flight attendant offered me a bottle of wine 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 bring the'65 you fool. It made me front like a genius. After everyone had left our table Cassie began to laugh."That was marvelous."She cried."The look on Phillipe's face was priceless."“ Just like Princeton University's Products"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this joke."Oh, Chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep joke."What would you have done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would possess kicked his ass, what did he mean bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that Cassie screamed with delight.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to stammer and then rush away as if shaft in the gut. She continued to express mirth out brassy, as a matter of fact she did nearly of the Night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, huisache had the Chicken Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with blacken shrimp. We drank the underworld out of that'65 and ordered another feeding bottle. By the time we ordered dessert, we were both tactile sensation little painful sensation. Over dinner party we talked about the food industry, I shared some of my favorite repugnance stories about her competitors, and she shared the story of how they grew from her grama's kitchen to a sixty million dollar a year food giant, making the like thing that she ate as a child."Some people have all the lot,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up eating, I might not be eating breakfast every meal of the day."Her mood changed to melancholy."It hasn't been a unadulterated ride."She said"My Dad's been very strict with me, limiting my exposure to men, keeping me busy with the business instead of allowing me to live real life."“ Well, real life actually sucks."I popped in trying to brighten her humor. She through her nous back in another deep belly gag and she reached across the table and kissed me on the cheek. I was slightly surprised by that move but the next one made me candidate for nearly gobsmacked mortal of the yr. Her hand ran up my thigh and she squeezed my soft rooster."I hope the alcohol didn't cause you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own joke,"Come on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the front door, I was trying to ask about the notice, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just turn on it to her explanation. The valet de chambre must accept anticipated our departure 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 massage my cock."seminal fluid on little buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper down."Wan na come out and take on with cassie's puss ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one handwriting on the wheel and one handwriting down her thigh. I was not really storm to get she wasn't wearing step-in, but I was surprised to get that she had a full growing of snatch haircloth. She drew her head back and smiled."Do you wish what you feel ?"she giggled"Oh yeah,"was all I could get out before she kissed me on the lips thrusting her tongue deep into my oral fissure. Now, not only did I not have complete control of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the thrust I will never cognize. She threw her threshold open and virtually drug me out of the passenger face of the car. The ride over the console was memorable. She shouted a statement to the entry organization which unlocked the doorway automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the doorway behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen putz into her throbbing cunt and we fucked, we didn't make passion, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as intemperate and as fast as both of us could manage. Her legs were wrapped around me when I landed on the buttocks and thread up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my boldness and chest, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of control condition. I loved it. It was Stella on steroids. 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 upper limit limit. I was sure if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for early withdrawal."After what seemed to be hours, but in realism was probably only twenty to thirty arcminute, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting orgasm. My cock was still gruelling, I think out of self-protection, 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 stopcock."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling cock. We got up off the base."Come on upstairs, you're outlay the night."I began to protest 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 operose bargain.
To be continued :
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