Lady Trucker Needs Assistant


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Another Fri night on the road, only 400 stat mi to go to rescue my load Monday forenoon. Nothing to do but cruise the radiocommunication. Plenty of meter to look for some honest, hot man sex. Sitting in my Volvo/White at the 76 In Texarkana. Freshly showered, powdered, and perfumed. 5'9 '' -185 lbs of dada Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the shower bath but was still More than horny enough to demand on any lode that my come my way.

After closing the front curtains on my rig, I stripped out of my short pants and shirt, layed a towel on my device driver keister and cranked up my 148GTL, 300 W linear, with a 50 W modulator. Immediately, I heard the usual truck stop chatter going on, lot lounge lizard and big radios dueling to see who could out-shout the former. I reached for my lube, dug in for 3 fingers deserving and seize my 7 '' looking to keep my motor warm just in example someone decided to offer up me a load.

My idling locomotive was certain a fresh vibrator through my air ride rear end, my prostate was loving it. It was n't very long before I heard a radio that was weaker than near in the lot. It was a LTD ( madam motortruck Driver ) asking for help ! I keyed my mic and told her to go to groove 24 so we could spill the beans. She replied `` Gone ! ``

I quickly wiped as much lube off of my finger pourboire as I could and strive up to change the epithelial duct on my wireless. It must have been only 10 seconds but it seemed like hr, I heard `` Fishlady here. You out there ? '' I keyed my mic and told her `` 10-4, they call me flavour Savor, I got a bodacious Hairy Lip, and I use it to taste the sapidity ! What kind of helper are you looking for ? ``

She says `` Well, you might find this strong to believe, I 'm looking for person to suck up off while they suck my husband. '' Now that was something that a bi-bottom teamster can only dream of most of the prison term ! I had never considered it in my uncivilised dreams to possibly come real, but here it was. years of pickle Park man sex and this was the first of all clip I would stimulate a chance at a couple. firm than you can snatch your fingers I was keying back ! `` I can severalise you are n't at the 76. What 's your 20 ? '' She answered `` The rest period domain East bounce 30 on the Arkansas side. '' Between all the `` GoodBuddy '' sneers and jeers I keyed my big radio and told her not to move an inch, be there in less than 5 !

'How good is this ?'I thought as I threw on my short pants and shirt, opened my drapery, and kicked it into appurtenance as fast as I could. I pulled out of my spot and got on State argumentation route in less than a mo. My 350 Cummins was straining to preserve up with my need for speed. I somehow missed all the lights and made the flop turn onto the Intersate in 5th gear wheel. Two minutes later I was Jake Brakin into the muddle car park. Fishlady told me that her husband would be standing outside their truck and looking for me. sure enough as I slowed down I saw a driver mounting out of his cabover. At first I thought I might have made a misapprehension !

He was so big he rocked the cab as he climbed out. 6'-3 '' or 4 '' and all of 250lbs if an ounce. I wondered just how in inferno he fit in that cabover, not to mention he was running team. He had a full head word of salt and Madagascar pepper haircloth, enceinte face fungus and tattoos up and down the two columns he had for weapon. I just about fainted when he waved at me. This was my ambition man for aspiration sex.

I rolled up adjacent to him and rolled my window down. `` Fishman ? '' He nodded and pointed to an open parking spot and in a voice that told me he was going to be in command ( which almost made me wet my pants right then and there ) `` Put it over there. We 'll be there in a couple of instant. '' He did n't have to tell me twice. I parked it and threw on the brakes and started the process of closing the curtains again.

I had adequate adrenaline flowing with excitement that my hands were shaking. I almost jumped out of my tegument when I heard him pounding on my drivers-side threshold. I opened it as fast as my shakiness bridge player would earmark. He rocked his way up into the cab and barked at me to give the other door and let Fishlady in. I stretched across from my railroad tie and grabbed the door handle. Fishlady sidled up into the passenger seat.

They both appeared to be in their former 30 's. She was a medium figure, a nice medium sized pair of bosom, ruby-red whisker, and a very skillful smile.
wearing blue dungaree and a maroon knit top that really matched her hair, she grinned at me and said `` I hope you 're not disappointed, but i just got my period and ca n't really take part with you two. ``

I frowned in a playful way and told her I was a little, but I was thinking the whole metre about what I could do with this big bear of a driver sitting in my seat. I could smell him, he was musky, deeply, and copious. He had n't had a chance to shower that day, to my pleasure.

My totally body was zippy, straining, anticipating what was happening. My pecker was hardening just looking at him. She started to tell me that he had confessed to her that he was bi and loved to get it on with former men. He smiled and said that he had always told his inaugural wife that he was going on a weekend fishing trip in order to get away for man to man sex. He did n't want to have to do that with his new wife and co-driver. She just nodded and grinned as he told me this. `` I want to see you with another man for myself, I think it will be hot, '' she said.

Almost immediately he barked, `` Strip ! ``

You do n't birth to tell me twice. I stood up in front of my bunkum, tore off my T and short circuit with as a great deal focal ratio as I could manage.

He twisted his way out of the drivers seat and stood between my pegleg as he took off his shirt. It was n't easy for him, as improbable as he was, he could n't tolerate erect in the crosstie. His barrell chest covered with midst, common hair. He picked up his right foot and set it on the bunk right between my pegleg. I knew what he wanted without his asking. root for off his black utility boot. Size 13 printed on the ass. Did this mean value what I thought it meant. Could it be ? I tore off his sock and then the former boot and sock as well.

As I dropped the last sock, I noticed that it was darker in the slumberer than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a sonorous brass buckle with a 2 1/2 '' black-market belt holding up thick, worn blue denim. What took my breathing place away was the size of the software system ! I could tell that his shaft was already half tough, but extended down his leave behind gasp leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be three fingers wide already with plenty of room for growth. ( My custody are shaking just remembering )

He grabbed me by the head with both hands and brought it to his crotch so I could smell his manhood. I reached up and popped his buckle loose, unbuttoned his 6 button fly. Just what i thought, a wood of thickset pubic haircloth with no underwear to hide it from me. The fragrance sent my point into a fog. Is this a pipe dream ? No ! It 's really happening ! snap bean out of it ... I reached behind him and pulled down with both manus. It took some effort, but I was able to get his jeans down to his knees. As they passed the end of his humanness, it slapped me on the brass. I could n't conceive the weightiness of it.

Fishman bent over and finished pulling his bloomers off. As he did I looked at Fishlady. She was flushed with upheaval herself with one of her hands buried in her still-coverd crotch.

I laid back across my nonsensicality as he turned and laid back next to me. My intimation was ragged as he reached over and grabbed my hard-on with his massive paw. It alost engulfed my entire prick. He smiled to let me be intimate that he liked the feeling of my shank in his hand. I let out a sigh and reached out with my will hand and tried to wrap my fingers around his rod. They did n't quite work it.. I swallowed hard. Can I handle this monster ?

We stared stoking each early as our breathing started to get heavier and to my surprise, he rolled over and wrapped his oral cavity around the pass of my articulatio. The long suit this man bear had was incredible. His weight on mine. I was melting under him. He took all of me down his throat. He knew what he was doing alright. I was so shut down to an orgasm and he had just started. I put my hand on the back of his head, but he did n't need any prompting. He was pistoning from tip to root on my firmly dick. My moan must have alerted him because he slowed down and let me splay from his lips. `` Not so fast, I want this to last a patch. Now get down there and take up my dick. ``

He laid back across my bunk again, spread his legs, and indicated that he wanted me to kneel between them. As I moved off of the feed bunk Fishlady reached out and caressed my ass. I smiled at her and got down on my knee. He was n't completely arduous after spending prison term on me, but it did n't take long for him to become completely engorged again. Now I have sucked many a hammer in my day, I love to take them deep down my throat. I have a special thaumaturgy I like to do. While I have it down to the source, I swallow. The movement of the muscleman in my throat drive men wild. There was one problem though, I did n't think I could even fit this monumental dong into my throat.

Fishman was having none of that. As soon as I wrapped my lips around the head of his prick, he took control. With his hands on the vertebral column of my capitulum, he began to drive more and more of his pole into my backtalk. I tried as firmly as I could to relax and settle in to his rythym but that turncock was just sooo big ! ! I got up from my stifle and put my hands on either side of him so that I had a better angle. I do n't know what I did, but somehow I felt the head slickness past my mouthpiece and into my throat. He slowed down and let me adjust to my new surroundings, his screwing toy. After a few instant he began to put imperativeness on the backrest of my head. I gave in and as my eyes began to urine, I took as much of him as I could. He had to be 11 '' x4 ''. I gagged with about 2 '' left to go. I could n't handle any more. He held it there for a few seconds, allowing me time to aline again. I whimpered with pleasure, as he kept me there, to let him know that I was okay. O.K. ? I was in heaven !

He let me up and allowed his cockhead to reach my mouth. I did my best to catch my breath before I felt him drive me back down again. It was easier going this meter but by no mean value was it going to be like all the others I have had. For the the succeeding five minutes I was doing all I could to catch a breath between having his pole lodged in my throat and my backtalk. My own dick was dripping precum so laboured that Fishlady reached over and swiped some for herself.

I ca n't describe, well enough, where my intellect was. I had dreamed of something like this for years, but now it was really happening.

He finally pulled my fountainhead off of his raging hard-on and told me to rest for a minute, because `` I am going to have me some of THAT ! ``, pointing at my ass. `` YES ! '' I thought. A genuine man fucking like I have never had.

After catching my intimation, he asked me if I had any lube in my sleeper. I reached for the elbow grease and handed it to him. He opened it and got a digit to the full then told me `` On your stomach for the fucking of your animation. '' I turned over faster than a pig on a spit and propagate my cheeks. He was rough with it. No waiting, He jammed two fingerbreadth up my ass. I relaxed my anatomical sphincter as he shoved his sausage thick fingerbreadth in and out of my bunghole, every sentence scraping across my prostate, making me leak even more. When he felt I had loosened up enough he added a third finger's breadth. I was rocking my butt to match his moves. The pain, the annoyance had left, the pleasance had arrived. I wanted that monster tool, I needed that demon cock.

I had buried my head in my pillow as I felt his big man weight shift behind me. He kept those three finger impaling me as he pulled my pelvic girdle up with his free script. I was at his mercy and that 's just how I wanted it. He placed the nous of his 11 '' s below his fingers, lining it up for a quick intromission. He pulled his fingers away and placed that wide head teacher against my trap. He leaned forward with his weight unit, the imperativeness was unbearable. With a svelte nudge forward, he planted the head of his cock in my ass ... '' UUmmmmph ! ! ! ! ! '' I had never been so stretched ! botheration like ardour ! ! ! Burning ! ! ! ! My breath was gone. My mind was exploding. Could I really take this ?

Fishman waited for a moment, he could see the intensity of the moment that I was going through. He waited almost long enough. His own sensory faculty of urgency was taking over. He wrapped his deal around my articulatio coxae and brought his integral free weight down on me as he pulled me back to him. I could feel his meat impale me as he forced it inside. I had never been so full, I had never been so frantic. I was stretched to the breaking point an I finally gave in to the drown sensations that rocked my physical structure. This is what i had always wanted. This is what I had always dreamed of.

As he reached bottom of the inning, I could palpate his pubic pilus against my butt and his rock hard balls against my second joint. He groaned and stayed there keeping me imprisoned to his wanton will. He slapped my ass and asked `` Well, what do you want ? '' I could barely get it out, `` shag me, be intimate me, fuckk mmee ... ''

He pulled himself out of me. I felt a rush of air fill my anus. He chuckled and drove himself back into me, no waiting this prison term. He took me in one question, all the way to his root. I closed my optic and thrust back as he came forward. He started a rythym, pulling himself about halfway out and stroking himself back in again. He pounded me time after sentence after prison term, taking residual every few minutes. Slow stroking, rocking, catching his wind, only to start with his pounding again. I 'm yours now .... drive me .... unh ... unh ... unh ... ... These were my thoughts. I could only make the noises a man being man-fucked can make.

He went on this way for twenty mo. I could feel his sweat mingle with mine. I thrust back to him with each thrust he came at me. I was able to finally gather up the strength to start to pressure him as he pulled back. Slowly at first. He began to groan as he withdrew. I knew I was having an issue on him. Relax and let him in. Try to save him in as he pulls out. Again, again, again. That 's it ! I was going to force him to unlade in my ass. That 's what I wanted. That 's what I dreamed of.

He began to lift me off of the bunk by the hip joint. I knew he was close. He finally pulled me to him and held on. `` NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH ''.
I could palpate his magnetic pole as it pulsated against my interior. He slipped back for a split back and drove into me again. His juices were filling my belly. I was given over. I was where I had always wanted to be. beingness filled, dominated, consumed by my dream bear man.

We collapsed into my meaninglessness, he rolled off of me. I felt him as my body released him. I was empty, but satiated. I turned and placed my head in his lap. As I knew I should, I began to clean him with my glossa, tasting the acerbic saltiness of our merge juices. I turned back to him. He took my mind in his mitt and kissed me. A rough kiss. A kiss that made me cognize that we had finished.

I lay there in my sweat and juice, eyes closed. I heard her interpreter, `` I did n't experience, I did n't have any musical theme. ''
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