Highway rest area. Trucks lined like beasts. 7 PM. I kill the engine. No dinner with that viper sister-in-law. Just parents’ cash for rent. Heart pounds. Life’s wreckage: caught sucking gardener by pool as husband and son walk in. Divorce. Lost kid. Booze. Flab. Greasy hair. Cheap clothes.
Coffee machine. Empty cup. ‘Another?’ Short guy, gut budding, balding. Marcel. ‘No sugar. Arsenic drop.’ He pauses. ‘Rough day, lady?’ Yeah. First approach since the fall. We spill miseries over cafeteria slop. His endless drives, lonely cab, cheating wife. My dead-end jobs, depression. Two whiskies. Then two more.
The Fever
‘You seen a truck inside?’ Gentle hand up. Clean cab. Son’s photo glares. Mine’s gone. Impulse hits. Whiskey fire in veins. ‘Want me to suck you?’ ‘No cash.’ ‘Gift.’ He reclines. Zipper down. Soft cock out. I dive. Head by wheel. Lips seal. Eyes shut. Grows thick. Jaw aches. Salty pulse. Heart races. Skin heats.
Passenger door flies. I don’t stop. Fate. ‘Hey Marcel, saw your rig…’ Voice chokes. Face at my ass level. I pump harder. ‘Shut the door!’ Colleague climbs in, trapped against me. ‘Me too? How much?’ ‘Hundred euros.’ Wallet out. Bills in coat pocket. Panties off. To ankles. Stuffed away.
‘Marcel, rubber?’ Glovebox yields one. He sheathes. Fingers hike skirt. Fat ass bare. Thigh pulled. He thrusts. Slick latex invades. Wet heat. I bend to new guy. Zipper. Cock free. Suck deep. Marcel hammers. Breath ragged. Skin slaps skin. Sweat beads. Pulse thunders. Eyes lock on ass-pounding view.
Marcel roars. Fills condom. Pulls out. I switch. Rubber on newbie. Turn. Ass to him. Head to Marcel. Thrust in. Fresh stretch. I clean Marcel’s spent cock. Cum taste floods. Bitter victory. Newbie frenzies. ‘Take it, slut!’ Slaps echo. He bursts. Out. Gone.
Four paws on seat. Skirt up. Ass offered. Marcel kneels. New rubber. Slides deep. Doggy hides my wreck. Door opens. Fat salopette guy. ‘Suck and fuck for hundred?’ Bill snatched. Huge cock out. Diameter monster. I swallow. Marcel pumps. Climax shakes him. Out. Rubber to fatso. ‘Put it on. Down.’ He obeys.
The Blaze and Ashes
Feet hit gravel. Bend over seat. Skirt up. He mounts. Girth splits. Teeth grit. Hips gripped. Shaken like rag. Belly presses back. Breath hot on neck. Door shields barely. I buck back. He growls. Floods latex. ‘Two hundred to ass-fuck in my rig.’ Gone.
‘Touch bottom to rebound, Marcel.’ Door slams. Walk to car. Panties found. Laugh. Last truck flashes. ‘Changed mind?’ ‘No.’ ‘Three hundred.’ ‘Bourgeoise act. Not hungry enough.’ Sting. Climb in. Doors lock. Pants off. Tiny under beer gut. Whiskey flask. Smooth burn. Couche awaits.
Naked. Coat off. Suck him hard. Saliva lube. Knees. Ass low. Spit on hole. Hands spread cheeks. Gland presses. Push. Burn rips. Tears. No scream. Full. First anal ever. Refused husband. Now trucker’s prize. Pain fades. He saws slow. Then fast. I finger clit. Empty pussy throbs.
He pummels. I grind back. ‘Ruin my ass, big cock!’ ‘Slut! Coming!’ Swells. Bursts. My orgasm crashes. Waves rip. He slaps. Withdraws. ‘Anal queen. Bargain.’ Dress. Slap on exit. Five hundred total. No family needed.
Car warms. Panties on, then tossed. Home. Bed. Phone rings. Sister-in-law: ‘Where yesterday?’ ‘Ass-fucked by truckers.’ Shock. ‘No vulgarity.’ ‘Truth ain’t. Bottom touched. Rebound starts.’ Hang up. Job hunt. Quit booze. Diet. Life pulls.