Truck Driver
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If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange life can be. I'm a truck driver, which isn't the most common thing in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite attractive. I'm known on the CB as ‘Night Runner the trucker chick,’ I stand 5-foot 2, weigh 115 pounds, and have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet a nice man, he kills it by asking me the same stupid ass question that guys ask hookers. "How did a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?" To top it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers, and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid, especially by a good man.
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I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California run, saying," Breaker for the good-looking blond that drives the silver rig. If you're within hearing, meet me at midnight at the Stop and Slop on Exit 89." His voice sounded nice, and I decided to meet him. Like I say, it isn't the easiest thing for me to meet men in my profession. So, I arrived promptly at midnight, and guess who had beaten me there: two of my four goonish brothers. It took all the convincing I could muster to convince these boys to refrain from smashing the man to a pulp, but eventually I did.
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As they left, I turned to apologize, thinking that the man wouldn't have anything to do with me now that my brothers had threatened his life. I was disappointed because the man was very attractive, 5-foot 9, about 155 lbs., and obviously very easy going and easy to get along with. And, as I was to learn, he knew how to treat a lady and know how to make a woman feel good. I started to speak, and he reached up and touched my lips softly with his fingertips. It was like an electric shock struck my body, and we suddenly melded into one another's arms and, from there, into my rig.
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I don't know what happened to me, but somehow I couldn't resist his advances as he groped my breasts, and mauled my pussy through my jeans. The next thing I knew, my pants were down around my ankles along with my panties. I felt like a schoolgirl as he buried his face in my bush, and I was burning all over as he tongued my clit furiously. I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and rode his mouth to ecstasy and back.
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I climaxed twice before he lifted his face from my snatch and planted a pussy-drenched kiss on my slack lips.
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I was putty in his hands as he produced his cock and found the hungry opening to my cunt. I hadn’t got a good look at his cock so I was surprised at how big it was. Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors. Of course, it had to be thick to support its big plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head, and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. Before I knew it, he was thrusting his dick in my juicy pussy. His bulging cockhead was almost too big, but he finally managed to break through the initial resistance and slide inside my heated box, once past the outer ring. I nearly screamed as he stretched me beyond my previous imaginable limitations; it was the biggest cock I had ever had.
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As he started a rapid-bucking pace between my legs, I decided that it was true what they said about pussy being elastic. I had to have an elastic box to take that humongous cock. He kept plunging like a wild stallion, filling and refilling my cunt with a piston of steel-hard horsepower. God, could he fuck! He pounded me so hard I thought the bed was going to collapse. I throbbed and burned enroute to my third miraculous orgasm. It came when he tightened in an incredible orgasm of his own. That extra millimeter of superman cock triggered an explosion of pleasure, which engulfed my trembling body with a starburst of ecstasy. I just could not take it anymore; Carl’s throbbing dick was so good that I had to stop and give him a blowjob. His dick just tasted so fucking good that for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to keep it out of my mouth. After he cummed in my mouth and I’d swallowed his load,
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he got behind me and started to fuck me from behind. He was going in so deep that his huge balls were slapping against my ass with every thrust. He fucked me like that until we both cummed then collapsed from exhaustion. Then it was all over.
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We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief for a few moments, and then redressed. We didn't speak. It seemed rather embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his parting words. "Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night Runner." I didn't mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would indeed see this man on the flip-flop, and I intended to make a habit of catching him on the flip-flop.
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The End...
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