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It had been one hell of a day. My job takes me to a lot of places. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a field engine driver for a major firm that specializes in the food industry. Because of that near of my oeuvre takes place in Podunk Hollow town where grain elevators are the marvelous body structure, and the smell of whatever processing facility is there dominates your senses. Imagine my surprise when my boss sent me the travel dossier for my succeeding trip and the destination was stops, IL. I called him to make sure that he had not made a error. He laughed and told me not to get too excited, I hadn't seen the site.
When I arrived at the industrial plant, I found that the only glamorous part of this job was the name of the ship's company. Princeton Priceless Products was in an old summing up building on the incorrectly incline of Chicago. I found a motel that looked like a situation where I was less likely to be murdered in my quietus and checked in. The hotel was old and the article of furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a little like a box of rock and roll, 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 adroitness, and had learned that a expert feeding bottle of Vodka had an dumbfound way of making anything okay.
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 lone gal who would value a squeamish tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her shift key ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three girls waiting the tables to break me as much as directions to go to hell. I finished my repast, eggs over medium, sausage, hash brown and whole wheat toast. I ate this repast as many as three multiplication a day. It may cause been tire, but few people could fuck up basic breakfast. I still left a nice tip, took one last look at the Melanerpes erythrocephalus courteous 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 delegacy to secure some, if not gratis, comfortably low-priced fellowship for the evening. The bar was restrained, mostly empty except for a few guys with probably the same deputation as mine and two couplet who had had more than they could treat. The women were trying to get the men to allow for and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the sounds of the conversation they had been Army pal who had met with their old outfits at a reunion. They were a small loud at sentence but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The women were frustrated and wanted to leave alone. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the check and they moved toward the door together. Both men were having hassle standing. They must take had a lot to drink. The taller of the two fair sex said she would motor 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 doorway on both sides and the women had them open trying to attend to their drunken husbands into the back arse. After they had the men in the car, the myopic woman, an attractive but plain stitch red-header, climbed into the passenger's side seat. The taller girl, a slender brunette walked around to the driver's English."I'll drop you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the rack."Maybe if we drive them around a little they may sober up some."The other cleaning woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to consume to serve me get him to the room."The other man bellowed,"I'll help you get him into the elbow room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the dorsum seat. The women looked at one another and shook their headspring in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the direction opposite of my hotel. Poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to have some fun with their husbands and end up babysitting a couple of immature drunks. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the road to another bar, hoping to better my luck. Apparently, this neighborhood was where all the people who wanted to get salute and pass out went to expend their evenings. I stayed about an 60 minutes, having a few drunkenness and talking with the mixologist, who was nice, but not my type. He would have been fine 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 escort.
As I entered the lobby, I heard a commotion in the elevator foyer. When I got there I saw the tall slender brunette and her badly tight husband trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, St. Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to stand up, you asshole."Her husband was sliding down the rampart unable to walk into the car. She looked at me with pleading eyes."Can you help me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her married man and lifted him up by his axillary fossa. I looked at her and told her to push the storey push for their story. When we reached the fourth part storey 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."Lead 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 broad lips, high impudence bones and the most amazing violet eyes. Her brunette hair framed her face with indulgent wavy curls that seemed to glisten in the pale light of the hallway."Oh no Ma'am,"I said,"You can't elevation him, and he isn't walking anywhere tonight."
She opened the doorway and held it as I walked in and threw her husband down onto the bed."Thank you so much"the char said"He just had too much to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any trouble at all."I told her and turned to depart.
"Could you maybe help me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this request, but I figured, ‘ What the Hell, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to serve her adopt his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his head and pushed him over on his side. When she did his flaccid cock fell out of the fly of his pugilist."Bastard,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his drawers."Well hold on Ma'am,"I said trying to calm her down a bit,"Frank Philip Stella"she said"My name is Stella."“ Okay then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a good fourth dimension, 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 Jack Book of Daniel 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, heaps of nice station to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a short crazy….Fuck he's been drunk since we got here and we only have one more day left. I haven't had one decent meal, or seen one tourist attraction, or for that issue been as much as finger fucked in four days. I am so horny, and I'd just about fuck a homeless guy if he came onto me right now."She looked at me and realized that her claptrap was directed at a totality stranger. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as earnest as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does sound like you got the shitty end of that joystick, but all is not lost…I'm not homeless, but I sure could use a little pussy right now."Her face turned crimson, she turned to annul eye impinging with me."I'm sorry, I lost my head a little."She blurted out"I'm so chagrined I could die. Please forgive me for making such a soft touch of myself."I shrugged my shoulders and sighed."That's sanction ma'am, I haven't had any luck at all myself in this town."With that she smiled and let go of a little chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please accept my apology."With that I sauntered toward the door and at the same clip unzipped my bloomers. When I turned to say goodnight, my hard cock was sticking out to wave goodbye."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her bibulous husband sleeping like a bushed man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no gaze, directly at my tumefy humanity."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd look at it an honor if you let me have you back to my room and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip-up would have at to the lowest degree something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my stopcock. She moved across the room and took it into her paw. 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 momma knows you've had your knickers down."I added"Let's go have some fun."
We left the room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the manor hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight to my floor. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me hard on the sass."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, erection standing proud to greet her when she came out of the lavatory. When she entered the room she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy black negligee that made her tits look amazing. She had a overnice bush of pubic whisker, easy brown about a shadowiness lighter than her hair. Her breast were high gear and tight with very nice deep garden pink mammilla that shown through the sheer framework. She did not bust any panties. I always loved a girl who was efficient.
"What do you call up ?"she asked. My dick stood there at aid as if the national anthem was playing."Very nice."was all that I was capable 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 clip on Saint Paul, my husband, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my turncock in her hand."You sure have got a dainty dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouth. My hand wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and clitoris. She drew her breathing place in as I touched her. I pulled her off my cock and brought her side up to mine. We kissed. Her brim and tongue were particularly soft. She had sweet hint, and it was hot against my face. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my cock 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 persona of concert master copy and played my instrument like a genius. She was cumming in bit and became very animated as she picked up her tempo. Her pelvis slammed down against my pelvis and her kitty felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her passion made it difficult to keep on from blowing my cargo, but I thought of everything other than her hot slit to maintain control. After about twenty proceedings she exploded into a serial publication of long, satisfying, orgasms that came in waves over her body. My own release was globe shaking. I thought I was about to slip by out, the pleasance was so vivid. When I erupted she shouted in surprise, a look of delight crossed her face. She collapsed against my thorax breathing heavily. Her kisses were landing everywhere along my upper body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hips and milk my prick."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't bang your name."“ Chuck,"I replied"Chuck Blue."Her oculus were sparkling as we talked."Well, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."unspoiled than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so skilful, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my thorax"How so ?"I looked into those amazing center and chuckled a niggling."Most of the women who take vantage of me, just finish, jump off, put their pussies away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to express mirth,"Well, I'm not that form of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groin, so our public lecture was in reasonably tight quarters.
She wiggled her hips a niggling causing my cock to stir inside her very tight quim. She kissed my chest and suckled on my nipples trying to get my peter to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my persuasiveness 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 place 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 scout group so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that Johnson said that he was making too much money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to go on their intellect off the fighting. He said there was more pussy and drugs there than you could throw off a pin at. A lot of guys over there came home 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 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 lady friend to do, I just have it off getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came place, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guy cable. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her narration."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly faithful, except for our preacher, who's got the gelded minuscule ass, and the theme boy."I threw my point back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The paper boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her mentum as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really for certain, but that baby has the biggest hammer I've ever seen. And his mammy tells me that he licks pussy like a champ."I roared with laughter."Damn, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my rooster back into her mouth and within minutes had me set up for another daily round. She wanted me to fuck her doggy this meter so I got behind her and mosh fucked her through another series of virtually violent orgasms before we were done.
About three AM she quietly dressed and left the room. I wondered how in the public I had been lucky enough to score such an unexpected and delightful spell of ass. I fell off to sleep, not looking forward to the alarm clock clock in the morning.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my feelings, and I got up to bulge my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my friend Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel dining compartment, not the best place in town, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The movement to the plant went through a locality that harbored drug crime, prostitution, slaying, and whatever crime one might suffer in mind to commit. A couplet of age prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two dollar bill. That was in Detroit but it was in the same sort of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, Cassie Princeton University, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 division into her point outer space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a improbable forty-something woman looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her room access."it says Priceless not free"she said indicating the sign that hung on the building. I smiled and acknowledged her point. I offered to assist her into the business office and walked along as we entered."well, do we birth a probability at respectability ?"she asked referring to the government complaisance study I was conducting for the business 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 daily round tables that were there for the staff."So state me grub, what does one do when not working inside the rampart of our base establishment ?"I looked at her and enquire if I should tell her about Frank Philip Stella. punter sagaciousness prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a reasonable place to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my room and look on TV. The lie was understandable. I didn't want to share that I frequented legal profession because they might frown on that, and I didn't want them to remember that I required a lot of amusement either.
sweet wattle said she would go crazy if she had to spend her evenings in a motel room all the prison term. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on holiday. I joked and asked her what a vacation was, she smiled a pretty grin and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her father owned and ran the company. They made a melody of flash-frozen appetizers and entrees that were well received by the world, thus affording them a very good income."So, what does Mrs Chuck think of life on the route ?"she asked."Well, it lasted about sixteen month, and then she told me that my being away all the meter was too much and she left me for a lawyer, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The whoreson,"Her optic 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 answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a discharge flavor, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the route, I wish it were a little more glamorous, but I have found that most of the folks I meet out here are genuine. You don't find too many dissimulator. When you meet somebody who drives a truck for a living, he has a narrative that he wants to tell, and if you listen you learn something about the man feel. That is what I'm all about ; I record the story of the human spirit."cassie looked at me with a different perspective than when she first sat down."Would you moot having dinner party with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. Acacia farnesiana ?"I asked."The public figure Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an explanation."Then certainly, 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 neighbourhood at night would be an open invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to fulfill me at a restaurant in the suburbs near her plate, and gave me the address. We agreed to fulfill at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner and early for supper. I imagined that I would have to run through a effort thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to wait that belatedly 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 turn back past the FedEx office on my way to the hotel to institutionalise that day's gathered information for the technologist back home to start processing. I arrived at the hotel to get that Frank Stella and Alice Paul had left me a fruit basket to give thanks me for my service the nighttime before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Stella had used them to stuff her starving pussy.
I arrived at the impressive address Cassie had given me, thank goodness for my GPS. I would never consume known where to go without it. I parked my low SUV in the drive, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to make unnecessary my boss the embarrassment of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a spokesperson broke my train of thought."chuck, the door is receptive, come in and time lag for me in the front line room."I realized that the voice came from the intercommunication system at the front door. There was a camera mounted overhead, 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 steal it."She added facetiously. I heard her chuckle as she disconnected from the intercom. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her better I would said it out loud. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty courteous, considering it was only the bit or third one I had ever seen. There were paintings on the wall, real house painting with brush slash and everything. Each one had a picayune light over the top of it to light it up for better viewing. The furniture was very comfortable, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and make it tough to get up. I was about to get up and get a better look at one of the spell of sculpture when Cassie made her entering. I have to say, I was blown away. The same woman who at the plant dressed in no nonsense commercial enterprise cause and low heeled shoes came into the room in a smoking hot black mini dress that clung to her very nice body. She had on four inch high heels that made her legs face exquisite. Her fuzz was combed out and lay in long smooth wafture down her exposed back. girl Princeton University was a babe.
"Did you have any problem 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 have me help her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the planetary house. When we got outside she pushed in a code on the computer keyboard and the garage door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the the pits I might have said. ‘ Oh no, let's call for my opus of shit, I'll just deliver to clean out the movement 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 driver's side and got in. My ribbon were a pool of sweat."She pushed the push button that started the locomotive engine and spoke firmly into the voice recognition system."Bartolini's"the simple machine responded"Take a rightfulness at the adjacent intersection."And thus started my eventide.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awesome, but looking over into this womanhood's beautiful face as I drove surpassed any fantasy that I can remember. Her case was illuminated by the console lighting. Her recollective peg appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her legs and turned to look me."This little restaurant lacks the glitz that some people enjoy, but it has the most amazing Chicken Masala in the world, and they have a sizable, though walker wine list."She extended her script to smooth her skirt and as she did she scratched her articulatio genus as if it itched."You'll have to let me know how the breakfast is."She added with a sly smile.
The GPS guided us directly to the man parking. I hustled out of the car to unfold her doorway, but the valet crush me to it. I watched as her long legs emerged from the seat. She was the image of thanksgiving. I have no idea why my judgment immediately compared her to Stella, That was like comparing the Mercedes to the Academy Award Meyer Weinermobile. They both would get you to where you wanted to go, but there was a John R. Major difference in the ride. I was trying my best to act like I'd been to this form of place before, and actually I had, but she just had me so flustered that I was acting kind of pudding head. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."Good even Ms. Princeton, so courteous to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this eve. I had worn a span of grey sharkskin slacks, a pullover knitting shirt, and casual loafer. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a minute and then surmised that her lawn boy had more than 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 raillery continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a flight attendant offered me a nursing bottle of wine for approval, 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 seem like a mastermind. After everyone had left our tabular array Cassie began to laugh."That was marvelous."She cried."The look on Phillipe's grimace was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's Products"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this jape."Oh, chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep laughs."What would you take in done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would give kicked his ass, what did he mean bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that Cassie screamed with pleasure.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to falter and then speed away as if shot in the gut. She continued to laugh out loud, as a matter of fact she did most of the nighttime. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, Cassie had the wimp Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with seared shrimp. We drank the inferno out of that'65 and ordered another bottleful. By the time we ordered dessert, we were both intuitive feeling little pain. Over dinner we talked about the food for thought industry, I shared some of my favorite revulsion storey about her competitors, and she shared the story of how they grew from her Gramma's kitchen to a sixty million dollar mark a class food giant, making the same things that she ate as a baby."Some people have all the luck,"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 perfect ride."She said"My Dad's been very nonindulgent with me, limiting my pic to men, keeping me meddlesome with the business instead of allowing me to experience real life."“ Well, genuine life actually sucks."I popped in trying to brighten her temper. She through her capitulum back in another deep belly laugh and she reached across the table and kissed me on the cheek. I was slightly surprised by that motility but the next one made me candidate for most gobsmacked person of the yr. Her hand ran up my second joint and she squeezed my flaccid hammer."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 movement door, I was trying to ask about the bill, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her score. The valet must take in anticipated our going because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the room access. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my soundbox and began to massage my dick."Come on little crony,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper down."Wan na issue forth out and toy with Cassie's twat ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand down her second joint. I was not really surprised to witness she wasn't wearing scanty, but I was surprised to get that she had a wide-cut increment of pussy hairsbreadth. She drew her point back and smiled."Do you like what you feel ?"she giggled"Oh yeah,"was all I could get out before she kissed me on the sass thrusting her spit trench into my mouth. Now, not only did I not cause staring restraint of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the crusade I will never experience. She threw her door capable and virtually drug me out of the passenger side of the car. The ride over the cabinet was memorable. She shouted a program line to the entering organization which unlocked the room access automatically. We burst into the lobby and she slammed the door behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen cock into her throbbing pussy and we fucked, we didn't make love, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as knockout and as fast as both of us could contend. 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 Stella on steroids. This cleaning 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 demarcation line. I was sure enough if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for other withdrawal."After what seemed to be hours, but in world was probably only twenty to thirty minutes, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting orgasm. My shaft was still hard, I think out of self-defence, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, sailor boy, buy me a drink."She said laughing hard. She rolled over and kissed my cock."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling pecker. We got up off the floor."Come on upstairs, you're spending the night."I began to resist but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your split and I promise a good breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The Lady drove a grueling bargain.
To be continued :