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Cross Country Slut, Part 1Cross Country Slut, Part 1It began as just a little on-line chat in one of the old Yahoo chat rooms. It became private and steamy after a while. I asked him to wait for a few minutes, did my hair and a little makeup then, turned on my web cam. For the next few hours we chatted as things became VERY hot. By the time we said ‘good night’ I was sitting on my favorite butt plug, I’d cum twice – my panties were long gone after I’d made a mess in them after a while – my nightie was up around my waist and I was sitting in a small puddle of cum. Once again, my little clit was rock hard and waiting for more attention from me. I’d started chatting while wearing the nightie, nice brief bikini panties, a garter belt, nude stockings and heels. The heels were up on my desk and I was spread wide; so that he could see and watch everything I was doing. His name was Bill, he was a mid-thirties truck driver, a little chunky but not fat; he was divorced and nicely hung. I’d watched him [slowly] stroke nine inches of thick uncut cock until he blew a very nice thick load of black seed. I’d told him – just before I blew my own first load – that I wished I was there to catch it all.He was divorced because, “Women can be a big pain in the ass.” I told him that I could be a pain in the ass too.His answer to that was, “I have the remedy to that all figured out now ‘baby’, I learned from the first time. I little trip over my knee and, I light a fire in that cute backside of yours and, you cause less trouble for me.”I had been warned, I had been given an offer and, I was between jobs just then. He would be in town in about a week; he was picking up a load and heading for the mid-west. I had been invited to cum along for the ride. He’d seen enough that he was truly interested in me being ‘me’ for the trip…Bobbie would be ‘Bobbie’ 24/7. I’d behave myself [unless we were in bed], he would pay for everything and I’d satisfy his sexual needs along the way. I was warned about behaving myself a second time, “Or I will spank that little backside of yours.”For the next few days we chatted when he was parked at night; there was a lot more camming, more cumming and he was shown what I was bringing to wear. It wasn’t much and thong panties don’t take up much space in a bag. Most of the clothes were lightweight [it was summer anyway] and I didn’t need anything fancy. A couple of light dresses, short tight shorts, a pair of jeans, thongs and brief bikini panties; two blouses and a few nicer bras. I did take some makeup but could get more along the way. Most days would be spent in the truck, except for lunch and fuel stops; most nights, after dinner, I’d be in the sleeper taking care of my hung black stud. You don’t need much, in clothes, to do that. Once he was illegal bahis in town, he called and we set-up a place to meet. He’d dropped the trailer so it could be unloaded; I grabbed my things and caught a ride from a friend who dropped me off near the closest ramp to the interstate highway. I’d just stand there, like a slut waiting for a pick-up, until Bill came along.Yes, I was a little more than nervous about this. He did seem like a nice guy and I was ready to trust him. What the hell…it was an adventure.I looked like a slut.I’d worn a very light and short cotton dress that buttoned up the front, a light bra [just mildly padded] hip-hugger bikini panties and tennis shoes. I had spent a little extra time on makeup and hair. After half an hour, sitting on the guard rails, my hair was a mess anyway. By the time Bill stopped I’d had three offers of a ride – I actually thought about the one guy. When Bill pulled off the ramp and stopped, I opened the door on the passenger side, tossed my bag up then made the climb into the cab. The dress was short enough that he didn’t have to ‘imagine’ what I was wearing for panties. The introduction was simple. I crawled across the seat, with a big smile, put my hand on his leg to steady myself then went for a kiss. By the time we came up for air he was holding my one arm to steady me, my hand had slipped up to his crotch and his free hand was up my dress and on my ass. I wiggled my ass a little, we kissed again then I slipped into the passenger seat. He got going as he told me that we’d go get the trailer then, about half an hour out of town, stop to pick up the new load. Most of that first part of the trip was small talk and me/us checking each other out. He was much better looking in person, had a nice bulge in his jeans and was easy to talk to…it was evident that he was pleased with the hitcher he’d just picked up. It was almost noon; he said that after he dropped the trailer, we could go have lunch and talk a little.I was still a little nervous but tried to be casual about everything; Bill was still looking me over and smiling. Over lunch we covered some things we hadn’t talked about while chatting. The place he took me to was a nice little diner; we were given two kinds of ‘looks’. The ones showing some distaste for what I was and/or us as a pair; others were nicer ones of ‘knowing’ what was going on [or not] with us and a little approval of us. Our waitress was warm and friendly, a little on the slutty side and, as she warmed my coffee once, whispered to me, “Have fun you lucky bitch.” I gave her a little smile and a wink. When Bill went to pay he said, “If you have to pee do it now baby, our first stop, after we get the trailer, is two hours away at least. It’s only for fuel.” I took the hint.Once we illegal bahis siteleri were on the road, I took some time checking out the cab, the sleeper and some other things. It was a newer truck and comfortable, an older trailer but he said ‘well taken care of’. We had music, A/C and fresh air on a very nice day. The two hours turned into three; by the time we pulled into the truck stop my bladder was at the point of exploding! On the way back I hit the little store and grabbed a few snacks. Bill wasn’t use to having a companion so that seemed like it pleased him. By the time we got off the road – almost ten at night – we were both hungry and tired…the little bitch needed a shower and some attention to ‘personal’ grooming.I was told that, it couldn’t be every night but, we could get a room for the night. That way we could have a little more privacy and take our time getting acquainted better. I did offer to pay part of the room – his answer was that I would – I’d be paying my fair share but, in a different way. On the trip there I’d already started. Somewhere around Columbus, Ohio; I’d opened his jeans to fish around and get his cock out of his shorts. He helped by letting me work everything down a little. A few miles later I was working on giving him one of my best blow jobs as he drove along. Half an hour later I was treated to a huge load of nice thick creamy black seed. Even though I was ready, swallowing as much as I could, I still had to repair my makeup before dinner. He was every inch of nine and chokingly thick!He’d never been sucked while driving before. There had been a lot of chatter on the CB radio, there were a few guys he knew to talk to and, he kind of had let the cat out of the bag as I was blowing him. “Hey [insert any CB name] I’m busy now…I’ll get back to ya’ after ‘she’s’ done down below.” That caused an increase in the bullshit.I flirted casually with some drivers who passed us; with some that we passed, eventually taking a hint from Bill to show-off a little…I unbuttoned some of the dress to show bra, threw kisses and acted a little slutty. We had some company for dinner. I had taken a little time to handle the ‘personal grooming’ a little better along with makeup. I at least looked decent enough to be seen in public. It was fun, I was nice to everyone but sat nice and close to Bill – what my free hand was up to, under the table, was no one’s business but ours. Hell…they all knew what was going on anyway.By the time we got to the room he was more than ready to use the bed, or the table or a chair; anything to get me bent over and spread wide. All I’d done, all day long, was prime the pump – I was about to be ****d in a loving way.Foreplay was very quick; Bill was beyond ready to fuck by then! My day-long teasing canlı bahis siteleri had him rock hard even before I got his cock out. I barely had time to grab the lube and do us both before I was on my back, panties off and my dress up around my ass! My god that cock was beautiful! I got my legs up and spread, rolled my hips enough and grabbed his arms as he mounted me…more than ready for a good hard penetration. Hell, I was just as horny as he was! When the head of his cock found my tight little cunt I strained a little, gave him a big smile and took a deep hard breath.The breath came out as a long loud hoarse squeal when he penetrated me and shoved about six inches inside! Damn…oh god did that ever feel good! Wide-eyed with shock, surprise and pure pleasure; I dug my nails into his arms, strained a little more, gulped another deep breath and squealed again!Bill slowed down…but…kept going [slowly] until every inch of that cock was buried; balls deep, in my cunt. I rolled my hips a little more and welcomed him in totally. He hit bottom way up inside of me and I squealed again, I moaned like hell and yelled my head off! He hit bottom again and I did the same thing. When he withdrew I arched my back hard and hissed at him, “Fuck me baby…OH GOD!!…Fuck me…give it all to me hard…FUCKMEEE!!” Damn did he ever! I clung to his arms, got my legs locked around him, squealed, moaned and yelled while he gave me a very good hard fucking. Every time he drove that cock in he hit bottom…when he withdrew it felt like he was sucking my guts out! I finally released my grip on his arms; got them around his neck and pulled his head down so that we could kiss. I was tearing-up, my nose was running a little but the kiss was heaven – right along with the good hard, deep fucking. There was no way I was going to have an orgasm, my cunt was screaming in pain as he pounded away in me. I enjoyed it, moved my ass around a little to make sure I was getting all of him and just took it – for now. I could have my own pleasure after he’d broken me in right. Which would be, at about the end of this good fucking.He wasn’t as ready as I thought at first. It probably took a good twenty minutes of hard fucking until he moaned like hell; withdrew then buried himself even deeper [I didn’t realize he could go any deeper] then gasped that he was ready to cum as he stopped and wiggled around deep inside. Shit! That felt even better! He wiggled, I felt his cock start to pump away then, I was given a nice big load of black seed. I just clung to him – squealed my breathless praise – and enjoyed the end of it. He pulled out, after a while, still hard then, went back at me nice and slow…easy and gentle, until he started to go soft in me. I didn’t have to feel around to check; I knew the feeling of a gaping cunt and now, I was gaping like hell. After untangling myself, I minced my way to the bathroom for a quick sit and then a long shower. As I walked his load just ran down my inner thighs; the wasted product of some very good hot sex.

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