The men who drive the trucks on the major highways are often kept so busy on their jobs that they do not have the time they need for sexual fulfillment.
When they stop at a truck stop cafe, the waitresses are often looked upon as potential sex partners. The most attractive young girl around whom our story revolves discovered this fact when a series of truckers made offers of cash in exchange for sex.
At first she laughed at these offers,-until one night she decided to accept one trucker's overly generous offer. However, little did she realize all of the bizarre sexual acts this trucker had in mind when she went along with him-to bed.
She learned more about sex that one night in a motel room with a trucker than she'd found out about sex in her entire lifetime. There was not a sexual act too degrading that the horny trucker did not suggest.
At first, she was turned-off at the thought of doing such horrifying and intimate sexual acts. However, she soon began enjoying them, and seeking out more men to ply her new knowledge. And the fact she was good at what she was doing earned her a reputation for being "quite a lover".
Her boss felt she was doing so well, she should gratify his own carnal lusts. And he felt she should do it all gratis.
To keep her post, she gave in to his unusual demands. By now, her life had become a sexual merry-go-round! But when another waitress turned-on with her, she made the startling discovery that she could swing both ways. This tormented her, and she tried to cut off this relationship swiftly-but if wasn't as easy to put "the end" on this relationship she discovered much to her everlasting sorrow.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
Vicky walked into the truck-stop restaurant hopeful she would find employment. The manager looked at her and shook his head. It burned her up. For Vicky was a shapely blonde and she knew how to dress. Why the manager shook his head she couldn't understand.
"So you're the gal who wanted to be the waitress here?" he smiled smugly.
"Yes," she replied, "what's so funny?"
"Nothing," he said, "would you like some coffee, honey?"
"All right," Vicky agreed, trying to be pleasant.
As the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl sat down to have coffee with Gus, who owned the Night Owl truck-stop restaurant, she wondered if he was putting her on.
"This is a rough place to work," he began.
"Why is it rough?" Vicky asked curiously.
"Have you ever worked at a place like this before?" he asked her.
"I've worked in some nice places in New Orleans," she said, "but nothing on the highway."
"I didn't think so," he smiled, "there are many reasons that this is not an easy place to serve the men."
"I get along with men very well," Vicky smiled, flashing her white teeth.
"I'll just bet you do," Gus said, eyeing her bosoms carefully.
"When do I begin and what's the pay?" she said, radiating total confidence.
"What makes you so sure I'm gonna hire you?" Gus asked her.
He sipped his coffee and she didn't answer immediately. She was thinking.
"I'm all ears," Gus told her.
"I just know that I would bring business," Vicky explained, "I always do. I try to be friendly with the fellows. I don't mean getting fresh or anything, but just being kind and courteous."
As last Gus told her the truth.
"We have some difficult men that come to these places," he told her, "and they try to entice my girls. They're out on the road 'til all hours. And they get horny, you know what I mean."
"Certainly I know what you mean," she said, "and it's understandable. If you know how to use a sense of humor you can avoid sexual confrontations."
"Are you sure about that?" Gus smiled.
"Of course I am," Vicky replied.
It was obvious to him that she was being as thoughtful as she knew how.
"You know, beautiful," Gus smiled, "I can go for you myself. Except I happen to be a very lucky man. I have a beautiful wife and couple of kids."
"That's good," Vickie nodded, "because I don't mix business and pleasure."
Gus laughed.
"You're the most determined young lady I've ever had come to ask for a job," he admitted, "and I guess I ought to hire you. You'd be an asset to any man to have on the place."
"Thank you, Gus," she told him.
Vicky was hired then and there. Gus had a motel as well as the restaurant. He gave Vicky a permanent room and she loved it. ' "You've got a nice TV in here and everything," he smiled.
"I'll be happy here," she told him. "It's nice to be around normal people away from the big city."
Gus didn't say anything. He knew what she would face when the truckers passed through the place.
That evening Vicky went to work. Gus had a couple of blue nylon uniforms that fitted her perfectly. The very first customer that she had gave her the eye. He was a husky, curly-haired man with olive skin and blazing brown eyes. His eyes focused on her bosoms.
"You're new here," he smiled, "what's your name, honey?"
"I'm Vicky," she told him, "and I'm real lucky. Gus took me on today."
"I must compliment Gus on good taste," he told her. "What do you do when you get through working?" he smiled.
"Go to bed," she said as she handed him his bill.
"Alone?" he said as he looked intently into her eyes.
"Yes," she said, "I'm a waitress. Not a hooker."
"Too bad," he said, "because you're my type, baby."
"I know," she laughed, "I have two legs and the right equipment between them."
He laughed as he introduced himself.
"I'm Ralph," he smiled, "and what did you say your name was, baby?"
"Vicky," she said, slightly annoyed.
"It could get real sticky between you and me, Vicky," he smiled as he got to his feet, "that is, if you'd go to bed with me."
Vicky walked away. Gus was watching the entire confrontation. After Ralph had gone he came over and congratulated her.
"I've got to hand it to you, honey," he told her, "a lot of my waitresses have fallen for that guy. He's sort of a Casanova of the highway, if you know what I mean."
"He drives one of those big trucks like all the others," she said, "and he gets erections when he hasn't gone after a certain amount of time without being around his wife."
"Ralph isn't married," Gus shrugged, "and I guess he never will get married. He gets all the action he needs without benefit of clergy."
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Vicky to understand why any girl would ever want to work as a waitress at a truck stop. For one man after the other was making passes.
When she got off the job at two o'clock in the morning she went to her room. However, standing in front of the doorway was Ralph.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Waiting," he replied with a sly smile forming around his lips.
"For what?" she snapped indignantly. "Not for me I hope."
Vicky opened the door and stepped into her room. Ralph followed closely behind.
"You beast," she snapped, "how dare you come in my room?"
Before she could say another word Ralph had slammed the door shut and locked it. Wrapping his arms around her swiftly he pressed his lips hard against hers. When she felt his huge penis pressing against her she did understand just how turned on he was. More than that, she understood how long he was.
Pulling his mouth away from hers he smiled confidently. "How about that?" he asked her.
He reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.
"Wouldn't you like to have that sticking in you?" he smiled.
"No," she answered, "I'm not a hooker."
"I wasn't planning to pay for pussy," he told her, "just eat it and enjoy it."
Before she knew what was happening he was undressing.
"Don't take your clothes off in here, Ralph," she objected.
"Why not?" he smiled.
"Because I'm not gonna have sex with you," she informed him flatly. "Find a girl who-likes to carry on like that. I don't."
"Don't knock my cock if you haven't tried it," he smiled as he pulled off his tight-fitting shorts.
Ralph gave his penis a couple of strokes, trying to entice her.
"I'd sure like your hot mouth wrapped around it, honey," he told her, "and then I'd like to slip it into your pussy. They say I'm a great tongue man, too. How long has it been since you've had your pussy eaten?"
"You know how to ask an awful lot of personal questions," she informed him flatly, "and I find it neither flattering nor fun. Now just stop it."
She was becoming more distressed every moment for he was so determined that he was going to have her that he unzipped her uniform and reached in and felt of her bosoms.
"My, my, but they're nice," he complimented her, "soft and wonderful. Sweetheart, how do you feel down there?"
Reaching down he snapped the elastic waistband of her panties and then he reached inside.
"Get your hands off me," she objected angrily, "you have no right."
"Oh, don't I," he said quickly, "you want it. You're not pushing away."
Realizing that she did want it and he understood that she told him, "All right, Ralph. You win. Let's go to bed."
It was really getting Vicky angry that Ralph had to act like this. Then he grabbed her forcefully and pushed her down between his legs.
"I want you to suck on it," he smiled happily.
Even though Vicky was disgusted and despised him, when she saw that mammoth male member in front of her lips, she did the instinctive thing of letting her tongue slide out. She licked it quickly.
"Feels good, baby," he told her, "now wrap your hot mouth around it and give me a good cock suck."
Her lips wrapped around his penis and soon she was sucking. She was building to a climax.
"That's it, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck it. Play with my nuts."
Vicky reached out and tickled his balls. This got him more excited.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're doing it. Just like that."
It was becoming apparent to him that Vicky was good at it. More than that he knew she liked it. Pulling way off his penis she would let her mouth slide back. She enjoyed looking at the saliva-slickened surface.
"Suck my prick," he begged her, "that's what I want you to do, sweetheart, suck it. Come on, eat my dick." . He was so stimulated now he was trembling.
"That's the way I like it," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. Suck that big juicy dick off, sweetheart. Suck, baby, suck."
The super pleasure that he felt now continued.
"Suck it for me," he begged her, "that's what
I want you to do, baby, suck it. Suck that big juicy cock."
Ralph didn't have to tell her to do it anymore. For Vicky's mouth moved rapidly back and forth across his slick cock.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "that's just like I like it. Suck, baby, suck."
All at once his big cock exploded. She gulped greedily, enjoying it.
"Get every drop of it, baby," he panted, "that's it. Every sticky drop of it."
This was it. Sex just as she liked it.
"Eat it," he smiled, "it's good for you, baby. Suck all that cream out of my cock."
Pulling off his penis she got to her feet.
"Now, baby doll," he smiled, "I'm gonna eat your snatch."
It didn't take Ralph long to carry Vicky over to the bed and spread her legs. He got down between them and smiled over her crotch.
"This is what I enjoy," he smiled, "nice pussy. I'll just slide my tongue along it real quick and give you what you need."
He slid his hands under Vicky's round ass cheeks and let his tongue flip into her vagina. Licking and lashing and loving her he thought he would go out of his mind with passionate delight.
"Oh, Ralph," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good this feels to me. Keep it up, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that, tiger. Oh, eat me. Eat my pussy."
She didn't have to tell Ralph anything about pussy eating. He was a past master at the art of tongue lovemaking. He enjoyed every aspect of this adoration of the vagina. He was so close he could see each curling pubic hair. He could sniff the aroma of her loins. At the same time his tongue could taste her. It was a combination of sensual thrills that brought him to the brink of climax again, even though his penis wasn't slipping into her.
Glancing down at his body Vicky observed his hardening cock.
"I want to be fucked by you again, tiger," she exclaimed. "I see you've got a hard-on. Keep fucking, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Relentlessly his tongue rode into her. The harder the tongue pumped into her the more stimulated she became.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you really are too much. Come on, sweetheart."
He let his hands sweep from her buttocks up to her bosoms. He pinched the nipples as the passionate frenzy increased in tempo.
"Suck my pussy," she begged, "suck me, baby. That's what I want you to do, suck my pussy. Eat me, baby, eat my hot pussy."
"Ohhh, baby," he cried out as he momentarily removed his lips from her mound, "you taste so good, sweetheart."
"Ohhh, Ralph," she exclaimed as she threw her legs around him and pushed her pelvis forward. She was juicing now.
"Oh, baby," she whimpered, "eat my pussy. That's what I want you to do. Eat it. Every drop of it. Lick it. Love it."
The overpowering frenzy that she felt at this point had her trembling.
"Sweetheart," she said softly, "you don't know what you do to me when you love me like that."
It was obvious to Ralph that he had stimulated and aroused her passions. But it was equally obvious that she could get carried away. He didn't want her falling for him. The last thing he needed was any woman loving him. If there was one thing he prided himself in it was his independence.
"You know, sweetheart," he told her, "you're beautiful. But you're dangerous."
He was looking up at her now.
"Why do you say that?" Vicky asked him, her innocent blue eyes shining with passionate satisfaction.
"Because a man could really fall for you," he exclaimed. "He could fall for you like a ton of bricks."
He got to his feet and his cock was still hard. Yet he was giving some more thought about getting further involved with Vicky. For he could see it was a sticky situation to say the least.
Vicky got to her feet and walked over to him. It pleased her that she had turned on Ralph so much.
"You want another fuck, don't you, Ralph ? " she said, reaching out and stroking his cock.
"Too much for my own good," he told her. "Take your hands off that thing. It's too hot to handle, sweetheart."
Vicky didn't take her hand off Ralph's cock. Instead, she stroked it.
"I've got some oil that I'd like to have you use when you're pulling on my penis," he smiled, "that always feels real good."
She let go of his cock while he went to get some oil. He returned and she saturated his cock with it and then pulled.
"That's a dreamy sensation," he told her, "it really is. Oh, baby, I'd love to rub that big oily cock all over your body. All over your ass. All over your tits. All over your face."
"Do anything you want, Ralph," she told him, "anything you want."
Ralph went over to the bed. As Vicky lay there on her stomach Ralph rubbed her ass cheeks with his slippery cock.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her, "it feels like velvet."
She rolled over.
"Try it on my tits," she said, "that'll feel good to me, too, baby."
Ralph straddled her. He let his huge, slippery penis sway this way and that over her lusty bosoms.
"I like that," he told her, "it feels fantastic, baby."
Reaching for her breasts he massaged them while he slid his cock back and forth.
"Can you feel the family jewels down there?" he smiled.
"They're getting hard, honey," she told him. "Why don't you swing those nuts over my face so I can lick them?"
Ralph took her up on the offer. Moving forward he swung his weighty balls over her face.
"That feels great," he told her. "Why don't you open your mouth and suck on them. I'd like that, baby."
Ralph said nothing further as he looked down and watched her sucking. It was amazing how he had educated her so quickly. Apparently she was ripe for sex.
He told her to pull off now as he wanted to feel inside her pussy with his penis.
She released his balls and he moved down to her vagina. Stabbing his throbbing, slippery male member into her he rode vigorously.
"Fuck it for me, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it."
The fantastic sensations flooded his body. He was really delighted at this point.
"Oh, baby, you sure know how to give a guy a good screw," he smiled into her eyes.
Looking up, Vicky returned his radiant glance.-
"You know how to screw me," she said. "I'm enjoying myself."
He went on fucking her like this until his penis almost exploded.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's it, honey. Oh, beautiful. Fuck. Twist your ass."
She ground her hips around and gripped his sliding slippery cock with her pussy muscles. All at once she juiced. She could tell how turned on she was.
"I'm cuming," she panted as she reached but and gripped her young lover's behind.
Squeezing Ralph's ass cheeks she thrust her pelvis forward.
"I made it, too, baby," he smiled at her. "Oh, sweetheart, this is a lot of fun."
CHAPTER 2
A whole new feeling toward sex went through-Vicky as she realized what her job at the truck stop involved. When men would give her the eye and tell her that they would like to see her later, she knew where and what for. She could take on as many or as few as she wanted to. Being a truck-stop waitress was not only giving her pussy a workout, but she was discovering her bank account was feeling no pain.
Another waitress who worked there by the name of Wanda was getting jealous. Wanda the redhead told her that she wanted to talk to her one night alone.
She went into Wanda's room and Wanda lashed into her.
"Ever since you've come here, honey," she snapped indignantly, "I've had trouble. The men think you're better apparently and don't want me. It's disgusting. "Do I need a face lift or what?"
"Not a face lift, honey," she replied crisply, "but your tits sag. You might do something about it."
"For your information," Wanda shrugged, "nothing on my body sags. I make it a point to get plenty of exercise and follow a very good diet. I think it's disgusting the way you throw yourself at those truck drivers."
"What you're saying is competition is killing you," Vicky told her frankly, "and I've got to tell you, dear, I don't give a damn."
"You probably wouldn't," Wanda said. "I send money for child support to my mother. She takes care of my daughter. Would you like to see a picture of her?"
She opened her wallet and showed her a small photo of a very attractive young girl.
"How old is she?" Vicky asked, almost sorry she had been so sarcastic.
"She's ten," Wanda replied. "I was a child bride. I loved this baby, though. That's why I worked my damned ass off. I'm gonna make it nice for her. I have a trust account built up for her."
"I'm sorry if I've caused you problems," Vicky said, "maybe I can swing some of the business your way. If you would dress a little better, it would help. You really don't have a bad shape."
"Let's face it," Wanda said truthfully at last, "you've got me outdistanced by a long shot. But, honey, I've got to live, too."
"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and I will direct business your way if you will follow a few simple guidelines. For one thing you wear too much makeup. Try less lipstick. You come on too strong. Do you get what I'm driving at?"
"I guess I do," she said quietly, "I have an inferiority complex because I had a beautiful sister who always put me in the shadows."
"That's too bad," Vicky smiled kindly, "for you have a lot to offer. I don't blame you for doing what you're doing because I'm doing the same thing for the same reasons."
"How much do you get paid?" Wanda asked bluntly.
"That depends," she replied.
"On what?" Wanda continued her line of questioning.
"On the kind of services I perform," she explained.
"Some of these truck drivers are beasts," Wanda insisted, "they expect you to do everything from sucking on their ass-hole to licking their balls. How disgusting."
"You mustn't look at it like that," Vicky explained. "They all have desires. Some of these desires are fantasies. We appeal to their imaginations with our bodies. If we say you can do this but you can't do that, they feel limited. They want freedom. Freedom to express every offbeat desire that burns in their bodies. If you could understand that, Wanda, you could succeed, my dear."
"That is why I'm failing around here," she said furiously, "you are willing to do everything. I'm not. I'm not going to suck anybody's ass. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Clearly," Vicky replied, bending her position, "you are a good waitress I'm sure. But you're not a truck stop girl."
"And I'm glad I'm not," she said as she left her.
At this point the two girls had no more to say. Vicky left and went back to her room. She hadn't been in there ten minutes before the owner Gus came in.
"You've been talking to Wanda," Gus said, "what's she trying to tell you?"
"It's none of your business, Gus," Vicky said. "Do you have any other questions?"
"You're not gonna talk that way to me," he told her emphatically. "If you try any more of this crap you are going to be out on your ass."
"Gus," she said angrily, "you've got a hell of a lot of nerve. You think every girl around here has to listen to you as if you were a king."
"I am king of this place," he said. "Sure, it isn't much, but it makes you a living."
"That's true," she admitted, "but I earn my board and keep and don't think I don't."
Gus looked at her hungrily.
"Don't look at me like that," Vicky shrugged, "because I'm not going to go to bed with you for my job. I perform well for the men who pay. I'm willing to go along with it."
"I got Ralph to break you in," he said, "and now I notice you are quite an independent cuss. Let me tell you something, baby, if you don't please old Gus you're not gonna be around here long."
Realizing that her job could be on the line and not wanting to give up that swiftly, she went over to him and looked in his eyes.
"Gus," she smiled, "don't be that way. You know I think a lot of you. Or at least, you should."
"The hell you think a lot of me," he snapped indignantly. "You think a lot Of yourself. You'll do anything to get ahead. You're like most other women. Look, sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna take a shower. Then I'm gonna come out here and stretch out naked on that bed and I want you to service me."
"How much ? " she snapped.
"This one's gonna be on the house, baby," he told her, "I don't pay when-I play. Not when a girl uses my restaurant for what you're using it for."
She shook her head and laughed.
"Knock it off," she said, "I'm the main attraction here. Do you understand that?"
"Judging from how upset Wanda is getting, I guess that's the truth. Why don't you take it easy on her?"
"I'm not worried about Wanda," she said tightly, "I'm just concerned with myself. I'm a selfish bitch."
Gus realized he was going to have to pay or not get to play.
"How much?" he asked. "But I'm not gonna pay as much as those other cats."
"For you, Gus," she said, "I'll make it real cheap. About a hundred dollars for everything."
Gus got so steamed up he nearly knocked her to the floor.
"What's wrong?" she smiled smugly.
"You know I'm not gonna pay that kind of money for your pussy," he told her. "I'll give you twenty bucks and I'll do anything I want. Now you just relax, baby, while I take my shower and get set to give you a good screwing."
Figuring that she'd better not carry the issue any further, Vicky decided she would play along with Gus.
"I was only teasing, Gus," she said, "you're so good looking I'll do it for free."
Gus chuckled with delight. If there was anything he wanted to avoid it was paying for pussy. It was a point of pride.
Not only did he take a shower but she joined him. Vicky soaped him down. She pulled on his cock and' got him all excited.
"Oh, baby, what you do to me," he told her, "you're too much. You really are."
"Knock it off, Gus," she said, "you know you're just a horny old bastard."
Gus enjoyed her teasing. He also enjoyed her hand work on his cock.
She pulled him by his penis back to the bedroom.
"I brought something in a little sack for you," he smiled.
She was curious to know what it was. Would it be jewels? What enticement would Gus use? She got a let-down when he opened the sack and removed a cube of butter.
"I took this from the kitchen," he told her, "and I thought I would use it on my prick so I could slip it up your ass."
"How thoughtful," she smiled at him.
Gus laughed. He had a good sense of humor. "Why don't you rub it on my cock?" he suggested.
"With pleasure," she assured him.
When it was well lubricated Gus made her get on the bed on all fours.
"All I want to see upraised, honey," he smiled, "is your ass. Understand?"
"Certainly, Gus," she replied, "you don't have to draw a picture."
Gus got behind her and flipped his slippery buttered penis between her ass cheeks. With a hard stab he drove his throbbing male member up her rectum.
"Fuck it, honey," he smiled, "that's it, baby. Grind your ass for me."
She ground her hips around. It was just the way he wanted her to do it.
"Oh, baby, I'm really turning on," he said excitedly. "That's it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
He was becoming more intensely excited every moment.
"That's how you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, fuck it. Come on, fuck. Fuck it."
She twisted her ass around as Gus's well-lubricated shaft slid rhythmically in and out of her gyrating ass.
"You know how to give a man a good screw," Gus admitted. "No wonder the men talk about you all the time. I don't blame them. Oh, sweetheart, what an ass-hole. Fuck it. Fuck it!"
In and out with piston precision movements his penis pumped. She was becoming so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you sure know how to give old Gus a good ,fuck. Fuck it. Fuck it!"
He rammed it hard up her rectum. He loved watching in the mirror above the dresser. For he could see his. thick slippery penis stabbing her twisting bare buttocks repeatedly.
"You're tight, honey," he told her, "and it sure feels tremendous. Fuck. Oh, baby, I love it when you wiggle your ass like that. Keep it up. It won't be much longer, sweetheart. Oh, yes, I'm juicing."
The hot white cream spurted out of Gus's big cock. She milked his penis with her sphincter muscle as she ground her hips around for him. He slapped her ass cheeks laughing and joking as he fucked her.
"Sure wish my wife could see me now," he chuckled, "wouldn't she have fun?"
There was no doubt in Vicky's mind that Gus was enjoying himself. He bent way over when he completed shooting and played with her bosoms.
"We ought to get together on a regular basis," he told her, "old Gus needs a good fuck now and then. I'll be much more agreeable, sweetheart, if I get my satisfaction."
"Sure, Gus," she said pleasantly, as she realized she had little alternative.
When Gus pulled his slippery cock out of her ass, he didn't hesitate to tell her just how tremendous she was.
"You know, baby," he said, "if my wife would ball like that I wouldn't need to be disloyal to her."
"I'm sure she gives you very good reason to do what you do, Gus," she said, trying to string along with him.
Gus wasn't satisfied to leave though. He slid down between her legs and passionately pumped his tongue into her pussy.
"You're quite a pussy eater, Gus," Vicky complimented him, "I can tell that by the way you use your tongue. You're not a beginner, are you, baby?"
Gus pulled his tongue out of her vagina long enough to tell her triumphantly, "I've been a pussy eater since I've been fifteen years old."
"Good for you, Gus," she smiled, "I'm sure you've brought great joy to a lot of women with your talented hot tongue."
Gus went back to licking her there.
"Keep it up, sweetheart," she told him, "just like you're doing it. I like that. Yes, baby, now you're showing a little affection for me."
It was amazing to her how Gus would eat up anything she told him. She couldn't help get a big charge out of his lusty desires.
When he nibbled on her clit she loved it. He did it just right. Not too hard but enough to get her going.
She climaxed a couple of times and he hastily lapped her up. Pulling his tongue out of her pussy he gently pressed his lips down and kissed her there.
"Thank you, Gus," she smiled, "a lot of men aren't as affectionate as you are. You have a mean growl, but when you're down there between my legs you're like a lamb."
"I appreciate feminine beauty," Gus explained himself, "I always have, honey. I always will."
"I'm sure you always will," she told him.
There wasn't the least trace of doubt in her mind that Gus was sincere in his flattering words.
"Gus," she suggested, "why don't you fire Wanda?"
"I was thinking of that," he admitted. "I've had a lot of truckers complain. They say she is real sarcastic to them."
"And ungrateful, too, Gus," she said quickly. "I don't think she appreciates one bit the opportunities for making a good living that you offer her."
"You're right," he said, "I'll get rid of her. I'll find a girl who isn't afraid to go to bed with any of these truckers. A girl who will satisfy their carnal lusts the way they must be satisfied."
"Your business would pick up, Gus," she said. "I hear there's a truck-stop restaurant about ten miles from here that's picking up a lot of business because they've only got one broad here who gives out. Namely, me."
"I'm glad that you've got your ear to the ground so you can pick up the news of what's happening," Gus told her, "as I don't want to play second fiddle to no other place around here."
"I'm sure you don't," she told him, "and I want to help you any way I know how."
Gus glanced down between his legs. His cock was stiffening again.
"Your wife is expecting you," Vicky told him. "You'd better get home."
CHAPTER 3
The very next day Wanda came to talk to Vicky.
"That bastard Gus fired me," she said, "how do you like that for gratitude? I worked my ass off for that guy and ran my legs off in his horrid restaurant. Now he fires me."
"I'm so sorry," Vicky lied to her, "I'm sure that you have performed marvelously well."
"Sometimes I think you're back of it," Wanda said, "you probably don't appreciate the fact that I have a little moral character."
"Of course I appreciate the fact you have a little moral character," Vicky laughed, "it's just that you have precious little. If the price is right I'm sure you'd do anything, too. You just hold out for more."
At that point Wanda couldn't stand it any longer. She turned and walked away.
It was very upsetting to her to see the situation as it stood. For she knew that her competition had taken over.
When Wanda walked out Vicky felt like applauding her. However, she thought it wise to hide her sense of satisfaction. For she knew very well that Wanda might come back and make a scene. She could do without that.
That evening when business was slow, a new young trucker she'd never seen before came in.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled, "how are you doing?"
"Just fine, tiger," she told him, "headin' for Chicago or are you gonna stop over here tonight?"
"I figured I'd get me some shut-eye here," he told her.
She took his order and when she brought it back to him he took her hand and held it a moment.
"You're just as beautiful as they say you are," he said eagerly. "How about going to bed with me, beautiful?"
"It's a good thing there aren't many people around here," she said, "someone might hear you and not realize you are a humorist."
"I'm not joking," he told her, "I can almost taste you. You're beautiful. I've got to bed down with you."
"Take your hand off me," she said. "If my boss sees you getting this fresh he might get uptight."
"I don't give a damn about him," he said, "all I can think of right now is you. I can imagine rolling around in a bed with you."
"Don't spurt in your jeans, baby," she smiled, "because little Vicky is gonna go to bed tonight by herself."
"I've got a hundred-dollar bill just waiting to tuck into your tight twat," he smiled.
"Look, tiger," she told him, "I wouldn't go to bed with you-how much did you say?"
"I thought you'd perk up your ears and listen to that," he smiled happily. "One hundred bucks. Is that enough to make you happy?"
"Not bad, baby," she told him, "I can hear you real fine."
It was obvious to him that she was eager to become involved now that he had mentioned the right price. This was the way it usually happened. He would name one price and they would refuse. He would up the ante and they would rejoice.
Vicky was proud of herself. She figured that there wasn't a reason in the world why she couldn't accomplish what she wanted.
Later that evening she met her new-found trucker lover. When he came into her room and saw her lying on the bed completely nude, his jaw dropped a mile.
"You shouldn't do that to a guy," he smiled, "you almost made me shoot my wad before I slipped it to you."
"What's your name?" Vicky smiled.
"Neil," he told her, "and yours is Vicky. You are famous."
Neil wasted no time in getting out of his clothes.
"What do you think about when you're in one of those big vans speeding down the highway?" she smiled smugly as she patted her pussy.
"I think about fucking," he told her. "Now and then I catch a nice female hitchhiker and give her a ride. I really enjoy it when she leans over and reaches for my cock and either jacks it off or sucks it off."
"Do you find many girls who'll do that?" she asked bluntly.
"There are plenty of women just waiting for the opportunity to satisfy a stud," he assured her.
It didn't take him long to undress. When he was completely naked Vicky couldn't help admire his body. The broad shoulders and trim waist and muscular thighs always appealed to her.
"Let's take a shower together," she suggested, "and now I want to tuck that hundred-dollar bill in my pussy if you please."
"It would please me just fine," he said as he went to his wallet and produced the hundred dollars.
"I can imagine this brings you a lot of action," Vicky told him frankly.
"You know it," he assured her.
After she had received the hundred dollars just for the hell of it Vicky wadded it up and tucked it in her pussy. Neil looked at it and laughed.
"Now that's not what I call very sanitary," he told her. "You don't know how many hands have touched that bill. Here I was planning to eat your pussy. You'll have to wash it out, honey. I believe in following simple sanitary rules."
"Certainly, love," she smiled, "and if you expect me to lick you all over you'd better wash everything you've got down there around your crotch, too."
Once in the shower they had fun soaping each other off.
"I'm almost glad I'm a trucker," he told her, "I don't have to worry about finding women. You'd be surprised how many girls there are operating out of these truck stops."
"I'm so happy for you," she smiled. "I'm sure that's really the reason you decided to become a trucker in the first place."
"I thought a lot about it," he admitted candidly, "and I finally made up my mind that I wanted to be footloose and imagine-free. I enjoy a new woman. I never like to screw the same girl twice."
"That's nice," she said, "and I'll tell you why. I never enjoy having sex with the same man twice. Once you've known a man that intimately, I see no reason to ever look at him again."
Even though Vicky didn't mean a word she was saying, she was obtaining a certain satisfaction out of tantalizing her new-found lover by giving him back some of his own medicine.
She reached out and soaped his penis. He enjoyed it as she tickled his balls.
"I like the way you go right for my dick," he smiled. "You put some enthusiasm into it. Reminds me of some of these whorehouses I used to go to in Nevada. Those girls are wonderful. Talented, and they do everything. You name it, they suck it."
He laughed. She did, too. He slipped the soap into her pussy and got to his knees.
"What're you doing down there?" she asked him.
Pulling the soap out of her vagina he parted her pussy lips and looked at the quivering pink flesh.
"Admiring the view," he told her. "It's really beautiful, baby."
"I'm glad you like it down there," she said as she got eager for him to get her in bed.
They finished showering, went back to the bedroom and the first thing he wanted her to do was get down between his legs. He slid a pillow under his behind and parted his legs for her.
"I like a woman to give me a rim job first," he explained, "and at the same time how about jacking it off for me?"
"Certainly, Neil," Vicky smiled as she gripped his pulsating cock and began rhythmically pumping.
Her hot tongue whipped around his ass-hole. Then he insisted, "Don't just lick and lap it up down there, baby, but stab it with your tongue. You know how, stiffen your tongue and ride it way up my ass-hole."
Vicky, stiffening her tongue, finally stabbed up his tight rectum.
"That feels real good," he exclaimed. "Yes, baby. I like that. Oh, wow!"
He was turned on now all the way.
"Suck my ass," he told her, "suck it, sweetheart. That's it. Oh, you've got a nice good hand movement going there. Do it faster. Quicker, baby. Oh, I love that. Keep it up."
She was pumping rhythmically now and tantalizing and teasing his ass-hole with her tongue.
"Baby," he told her, "you sure know how to use that tongue on my ass. I love it. Oh, it's worth every penny of it. Come on, baby, suck my ass."
Vicky displayed plenty of enthusiasm with her jabbing tongue movements. However, her lover wiggled so much she found it necessary to pull her hand from his penis and clasp his firm round buttocks and hold them still so she could keep on pumping her tongue up his ass. It didn't bother Neil for he only reached out and grabbed his own cock and continued jacking off while she ate his ass-hole.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat my ass out. Oh, baby, I love it when you chew with your teeth."
Vicky was providing almost more excitement than Neil could take. His hand was bringing him to the brink of climax.
"Suck it," he exclaimed, "suck ass. Come on, baby, suck my ass-hole."
Suddenly she slowed the rhythm of her hand action and he looked at her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to eat ass. Now lick my nuts and get up there and suck my cock off."
Her tongue whirled around his balls and then she licked up the underside of his shaft. Slipping her mouth slowly over the head of it she clasped it lovingly with her lips. She let her tongue lightly tantalize the velvety crown of his penis.
"Suck it for me," he told her, "suck that dick off. Oh, baby, go after the juice. It's loaded. I haven't shot my gun off in a week. Come on, baby. Suck that creamy cock."
Neil was pumping forward now. She gripped his ass cheeks once more with her hands and squeezed them while she let her mouth travel from the top of his shaft to the base. It added to his pleasure to reach out and grab her head and guide her. He loved to see her cheeks pull in as she sucked him.
"You're some cock sucker," he exclaimed, "you really like to eat dick. Come on, baby, now you're doing it. Oh, get that rhythm. You can taste it now, can't you, baby? Suck it. Suck that cock. Suck it."
Suddenly the big penis exploded in her mouth. All of the creamy cum that she could ask for was splashing down her throat.
"Gobble it, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Lick it. Faster. Oh, baby, what a cock eater."
Pulling her mouth off his penis she leaned on his thigh and rested.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you sure gave me a big juicy load."
"I told you I was loaded," he reminded her.
Then he told her what he wanted.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled. "I want you to sit on my face."
"It'll be a pleasure, Neil," the beautiful blonde smiled as she wrapped her legs around him. She enjoyed lowering herself over him and insisted, "Eat my ass out. I believe in sexual equality. I sucked your ass and now you can suck on mine."
He was only too eager to grip her ass cheeks and let his tongue trail around her tight anal opening. For Neil knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to ride his cock up there once he had sucked it. His tongue licked this way and that, giving her erotic sensations that made her cry out in a passionate frenzy.
"I love it when you lick me like that," she told him. "Oh, Neil, baby, don't be bashful. Stick your tongue way up my ass-hole."
She reached down to play with his penis which was now limp. It got harder as she pulled on it. Even though she had drawn a lot of cum out of his cock, he still had more in his balls that needed release. It pleased her no end that Neil would continue eating her ass-hole until she told him, "Oh, baby, you'd better get in my pussy. I'm gonna gush. Lick my love juices."
Neil was only too happy to accommodate her request. He switched from her ass-hole to her vagina. With stiffened tongue and teeth working, too, he invaded her pink pussy.
"Oh, it feels so good when you slip your tongue in there," she told him. "That's it. Lick it. Eat my pussy. Baby, I cum in multiples. Isn't this wonderful?"
Neil didn't have to be told how wonderful it was. For as he held her ass cheeks in place and let his tongue slide farther up her vagina he drank in the delicious aroma, and let his tongue delight to her taste.
"Eat me, baby," she begged, "eat me."
She bent over, and licked all around his balls while he sucked on her pussy. It got him excited that he didn't have to ask her to do a thing. For she enjoyed having sex so much she was only too eager to display her skill for him.
"Come on, baby," she told him, "eat my pussy. Ohhh, baby, Vicky loves having a man in her twat. Suck it. Suck that sweet snatch. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, I love this. Suck my juicy pussy."
When Vicky gushed his tongue rushed to lick all around inside of her.
"Oh, eat it," she begged, "eat my pussy. Now you're doing it, baby. I love it. Eat me."
His tongue whipped around inside of her greedily, as he happily ate her box.
Pulling his tongue away from her, Vicky glanced down at his rigid cock.
"Takes a lot to satisfy you, doesn't it?" she smiled.
"I like to try every hole, honey," he nodded with a smile.
CHAPTER 4
The trucker got to his feet and pumped his cock a couple of times.
"Why don't you bend over," he told her, "get on your feet, baby, and bend over the edge of the bed. I'll stab you from behind."
"You're too big," she said, looking gravely at his enormous penis.
"I'll put some Vaseline on it," he told her, "if you want me to."
"You'd better, tiger," she told him, "because I'm not letting you slip that thing up me without some help."
She went to the bathroom and got some Vaseline. She rubbed it all over his penis and then he told her, "That's enough. I want to fuck you now."
He had her bend over and then she felt him slowly slipping his well-lubricated shaft between her ass crack. With a hard and sudden jab he rode into her.
"Fuck it, honey," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Fuck. Fuck good."
He rode into her with hard driving stabs. At first it hurt like the devil but afterwards she got used to it and enjoyed it.
"Wiggle your butt for me," he told her as he slapped her ass cheeks.
She wiggled all right. She hoped he would get off quickly.
"Oh, that's nice," he exclaimed happily, "baby, I can feel it in my toes. Those thrills slide up and down my spine when I stab your ass. Oh, you're tight. I wish cunt was as tight as ass."
"You would fuck everything anyway," she said, "one of these truckers even wanted to do my armpits."
"Are you an armpit virgin?" he asked her as he went on ramming his cock up her rectum.
"Nobody has fucked my sexy armpits yet," she admitted.
"Before I finish tonight, baby," he told her, "I want to screw your armpits, too."
Vicky would have laughed except for the fact that the pain that his huge cock was creating as he rode it up her rectum did not allow her that pleasure.
He was enjoying it so much now he was trembling.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "I'm almost there. Oh, baby, now we're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck."
She gripped his cock tightly and squeezed. His big penis exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly as he rammed it in up to the hilt. His big balls bounced on her buttocks as he finished stabbing her ass.
She was so excited now she almost juiced, too. Finally he eased his cock smoothly out of her behind. It wasn't difficult as it was coated with his cum.
He washed off his penis and went back to the bed and lay there.
"Neil," she asked him, "how far do you drive?"
"Oh, about a five-hundred-mile run," he told her. "Mostly between Detroit and Chicago."
"Do you meet a lot of nice girls?" she asked him.
"I get some nice hitchhikers now and then," he admitted, "and I bed down with some of the babes in a motel. Most of them are hungry and they want some money. But I don't mind. I figure if they give me a good time it's worth something."
"You've got the right attitude," she told him frankly, "and I'm sure that you give the girls a good time."
"I don't know about that," he said, "sometimes I get some pretty weird ideas. I like to chair fuck and ass fuck and get my cock sucked and eat pussy."
"You're normal," she smiled, "at least, for truckers."
Insomuch as she had never been fucked in a chair, Vicky wondered what it would be like, "Neil," Vicky asked, "will you give me a chair fuck?"
"Let me have a breather," he told her. "I need something to drink."
"Just a minute," Vicky said as she went to get a couple of bottles of booze and some ice cubes.
"Do you want a screwdriver?" she asked him.
"Or maybe you'd like a bourbon and Seven or Scotch on the rocks. You name it, I've got it."
"I'll take a screwdriver," he said.
Vicky went to get the orange juice and returned and then mixed him the Vodka and orange juice., "You know how to mix a mean drink," he told her.
She was delighted when she came back and he was relaxed.
"I want that chair fuck," she said, "I really do, Neil."
"I know you do, baby," he told her, "and you're gonna get it."
After a few moments Neil went over and sat on the chair. He gripped his cock and pumped on it until it was hard. She enjoyed Watching him jack off. He would hold his balls cupped in one hand while he would pull vigorously with the other. She saw some juice surface at the small slit at the head of his cock and knew it was time for her to get astride him.
"Now, sweetheart," he explained, "you just slide down my shaft. That's all you have to "do."
She slid down his cock and locked her legs around him.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's it, baby. This is when pussy muscles count. Come on, baby, grab my prick."
She grabbed his cock. He loved the sensation of her pussy muscles clasping his penis and massaging it.
"Do you use one of those pussy muscle exercisers?" he asked with a curious smile.
"I don't have to," she assured him, "I get plenty of fucking. I use big cocks to keep my muscle tone."
He laughed as he reached for her bosoms.
"You see, honey," he explained with a boyish grin, "you can play, with the tits when you fuck like this. There's a lot to be said for chair fucking."
As Vicky felt his big hands grasping her bosoms and pinching the nipples, she realized he was a very hot man.
"Fuck me," she begged, "that's it. Fuck me. Oh, yes, I want it, baby. Give it to me. Now you're doing it. That's the way. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Vigorously clasping the sliding tool, she went on pleasing him.
"I can't take much of this," he told her. "Oh, baby, I want to hang on that cliff as long as I can. Oh, baby, we're closing in on climax. Now, baby, now."
Vickie knew what to do. Grasping his penis tightly she squeezed as hard as she could. The hot juices shot out of his cock. She loved being bathed with his creamy sticky cum.
"Oh, give it to me," she begged, "give me every drop of juice in your cock. Oh, Neil baby, I love that."
Her voice was husky with emotion as he finished giving her what she wanted so badly. She kissed him passionately and slowly pulled off his slippery penis.
As she walked over to the bed for a moment Neil almost wished he had sex like this on a regular basis. But he knew that was more than he dared ask for.
"What are you thinking about?" she smiled at the trucker.
"I'm thinking I'd better get back on the highway pretty soon, baby," he told her.
"I thought you could stay all night," she shook her head.
"No, I've gotta be in Chicago by dawn," he explained. "So I've got to go now. You've got time for another man tonight. This ought to be your lucky night."
Realizing he had flattered her with the hundred-dollar bill and complimented her all through their sexual byplay, she wanted to say something to him but she couldn't. She was choked with emotion. This was not right. She knew that never again would she allow her emotions to become involved with a customer. It was bad for business.
"Take care," she said after he had gotten dressed.
"Catch you later," he said.
As he shut the door Vicky knew he had ended their relationship. Before they had enjoyed sex together he had explained that he never wanted to screw the same woman twice. At least he was honest.
It was about three o'clock now and Vicky decided she would go back to the restaurant and have some coffee. Maybe she could pick up a trick.
Going back into the restaurant she did observe another man standing there. There was only one now and it was the deadest hour of the night. Most of the rigs were parked and the men were either sleeping or involved with women.
She looked at this man who was sitting at the counter and he couldn't have been more than in his early twenties she calculated. She sat two seats from him and ordered coffee. The waitress on that shift didn't know her very well and said nothing as she poured her coffee. It didn't take long for the dark-haired man to observe Vicky's blonde beauty.
"Kind of early in the morning for you to be up, isn't it?" he smiled at her.
"I keep unusual hours," Vicky said and sipped some more coffee to avoid looking at him.
"I do, too," he said, "I guess most truckers do keep offbeat hours."
"Doesn't give you much time for a social life, does it?" Vicky asked softly.
"Oh, I find it where I can," he smiled. , "That's nice," she laughed. "I guess I find it where I can, too."
Before long he was sitting beside her.
"Have you got a place here?" he asked her in a whisper.
"Yes," she replied.
"Can I join you?" he asked under his breath.
"If you want to," she agreed.
When they were outside Vicky thought she ought to tell him the facts of life.
"I have to charge," she smiled nervously, "not that I want to charge you, baby. But business is business."
"I expected to pay," he laughed.
"You knew?" Vicky said, wondering if she was looking like a whore now or what.
"Of course I knew," he told her, "I guess it's just instinct."
Vicky didn't say another word. She went into the bedroom and observed that her new-found lover didn't immediately undress. First he asked her how much.
"What does pussy cost these days?" he asked. "With inflation and all, how much does it cost to lay a dame like you?"
"How does fifty grab you?" she asked him.
"What does that include?" he asked.
"Quite a bit," she admitted.
"Do you give a head job?"
"Yes," Vicky replied, looking directly into his eyes.
Coldly he asked her, "Do you suck ass?"
"If that's your bag, I could," she admitted, "although it's not the thing I enjoy most."
"What do you enjoy most about it all?" he smiled.
"Picking up the money," she said bluntly. "It figures," he told her. He gave her two twenties and a ten and she promptly put them in her purse.
"I want to undress you," he told her. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she replied.
He came over and began unfastening her blouse. She enjoyed being undressed by him. He had a gentle, soothing manner.
"You're nervous," he said.
"Am I?" she returned the question.
"Yes," he nodded.
He reached inside of her blouse once he had opened it and let his hands grasp her bosoms.
"You're not wearing a bra," he smiled sensually.
"My breasts stand up," she said, "they don't need any help."
"No, they don't," he said, licking his lips. "I can hardly wait to suck on them."
"Hurry up," she said, "I want to get some sleep."
"Don't bug me," he snapped, "I'm buying you, sweetheart. You've got my fifty bucks and I'm gonna get my fun. Do you understand?"
Vicky sighed heavily. "Only too well," she assured him.
He was getting angry at this point and wondered if he wanted to go through with it.
"I think I should get a rebate," he said.
"Everybody is giving rebates these days. You know, for cars they give back so much. Shouldn't I get five or ten bucks back?"
"No way," she told him, "if you want to get your fifty bucks worth, get moving, tiger."
That did it. The trucker reached down and unzipped his fly.
"I present you with my penis," he said as he stroked his limp cock to life.
Her sarcastic comments had gotten him angry and in a state of anger it was difficult for him to get a hard-on. However, having put out fifty bucks for a screw, he was determined that he was going to get his money's worth.
"You have a long cock there," she told him, determined to get his ego up which in turn would get his cock going. For she really was getting tired.
"You've got a nice mouth, too," he told her, "and I think it would be nice if you got on the floor, sweetheart, and when I pull my shorts down you grab my ass and I'll feed you my dick, inch by inch."
Rather than make any big protest, Vicky did as she was told. He hadn't asked her to completely undress and she figured she wouldn't if she didn't have to.
With her breasts nude now she got on the floor on her knees. The trucker shoved his penis to her lips.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart," he told her, "and suck the cream out of my dick. There's a lot of juice there for you."
She opened her mouth and sucked him in. He pumped it to her.
"Grab my ass and squeeze my ass cheeks," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Now suck it, suck that big juicy dick. Suck it off."
She was sucking hard now and he was getting more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "now you're doing it. That's the way. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. Suck that big juicy prick. Suck it off. Come on, baby, suck that cock. Ohhh, sweetheart, now you're doing it."
The trucker's balls bounced on the waitress's chin as he stabbed into her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you sure give a great cock suck. That's what I need. Come on, sweetheart, suck me. Suck my cock off."
He couldn't take much of this action. Suddenly his big penis exploded in her mouth. She thought she'd choke on the steady stream of white cum which shot down her throat.
"I told you I needed it," he said joyously, "oh, baby, that's a flood of cum. Oh, yes, I'm shooting it to you."
When he pulled his penis out of her mouth, she figured it was over. However, glancing up she observed his cock was still hard.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "we're gonna have a good time. Let's go to bed. I want to ride your pussy. Do you know how to snap your pussy?"
"I'll give you a good time, don't you worry," she assured him.
Going over to the bed she took off her clothes completely. As he saw her naked before him his mouth watered.
"You've sure got a nice body," he told her, "and I know just what I can do with it, too."
It didn't take him much longer to get ready. "Now I'll just take off everything," he said, "and I'll get in bed bare ass naked and fuck your pussy."
The trucker straddled her for a moment and then he brushed the head of his shaft against her pussy hair.
"Does this feel good to you?" he asked her.
"It always feels good to have a hard cock sliding across my pussy," she assured him.
Reaching down Vicky grabbed his penis and guided it into her. As it plunged into her vagina her pussy muscles grasped it.
"Oh, you're tight there," he told her, "beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me. Fuck me good."
He rode into her with vigorous cock stabs.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's how you do it. Come on, honey, fuck. Fuck it."
In and out the big cock rode. She was getting so excited now she was shaking. She loved the way he fucked her. He had his own rhythm. He would drive forward in a couple of hard strokes and then do nothing. At this point she would cry for him passionately to plunge his penis into her hard again.
"Fuck me," she told him, "fuck me, trucker. Give it to me. I want to feel that big cock of yours. Oh, yes, come on, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
The thick pulsating penis stabbed into her. She clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them as he finished driving his cock into her pussy.
"That's what I call a good fuck," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, you're beautiful. Come on. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck it, baby, fuck it."
It wasn't long now before he juiced. As she milked his penis with her gripping vagina muscles he brushed his chest over her bosoms.
"Grab my ass and play with it," he exclaimed excitedly, "oh, baby, this is really what I call fucking."
Vicky grabbed the trucker's firm round buttocks. She squeezed his ass cheeks as he brushed his hard chest over her soft bosoms. Her nipples became erect as she got stimulated with his stabbing cock.
"Finger fuck my ass-hole," he suggested, "come on, baby, finger fuck it."
She let her finger slide up his behind and massage his prostate gland. He loved the sensation she was generating this way.
"Wow!" he gasped, "that feels super, baby. You're really doing it now."
The wild sexual ecstasy that she was experiencing at this point persisted.
"Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you sure know how to ball. That's the way, sweetheart. Beautiful."
The sensational pleasure that she was experiencing with her new-found trucker lover made her wish he would visit her on a regular basis.
"You've got to stop here more often," she said, "I would love to take care of you."
"I like to hear you say that," he admitted candidly, "I appreciate a little personal feeling when I'm fucking."
He bent over and licked her bosoms. She pulled her finger from his ass-hole and massaged his ass cheeks.
When he pulled off her this time he looked at her with a sly smile.
"Would you suck my ass now?" he asked her.
"If you want me to," she agreed.
He straddled her, and lowered his buttocks down until she reached up to hold his thighs. Then her tongue licked his ass cheeks. Lowering some more, she let her tongue slide all around his rectum. He loved the sensation of her tongue stabbing in and out of his behind.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Come on, baby. Now you're doing it. That's the way. Keep it up."
At this point he was pulling on his cock and getting more stimulation.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're really a good ass licker. Come on. Stick your tongue way up in there. Let me feel it."
She could feel the rhythm of his hand jerking on his cock and see his balls pulling up as his hand moved up, and she went on sucking.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck it and I'll shoot my wad." A second later he gushed.
CHAPTER 5
A couple of nights later Vicky was given a strange offer. Two men who were sitting together whispered to her, "How about an orgy ? "
"I think you've got a nerve to suggest such a thing," she quipped quickly.
"For two hundred bucks," one man smiled, "you ought to enjoy it."
Vicky thought about it a long moment. She looked at the two men. One was a blonde-haired man and the other was dark-complexioned with olive skin and blue eyes.
"It might not be a bad idea," she said, "those figures suit me."
"Your figure suits us," one man told her.
She was getting more and more excited now.
"When do you get off?" the blonde-haired man asked her.
"In a couple of hours," she said. "I'm in room 201. That's on the second floor, the left side of the building."
"All right, baby," he told her, "in a couple of hours we'll be up there."
She could tell they were truckers. It seemed as if all of the truckers dressed just about the same and talked about the same lingo.
Two hours later she heard a knock at her door. She was prepared to greet them. She had slipped into a blue negligee as she wanted to show off her body to its best advantage. Glancing in the mirror she could easily see the outline of her no-sag bosoms and her fur-trimmed triangle. She looked so good she almost wished she could make love to herself.
Just as she was congratulating herself on her good shape someone began knocking on the door. She figured it had to be her two customers.
She went to the door and opened it.
"Hi, fellas," she smiled, "won't you come in?"
Both of them came in and the first thing she did was mention money.
"I hope you guys weren't kidding me," she said, "but it will cost you a hundred each. I've never been involved in an Orgy before. That's a specialty act."
"Will you let us do everything?" the blonde man said as he looked at her intently.
"Of course. For that price, why not?" she smiled.
"Do you let a guy fuck your ass-hole?" the dark-haired man demanded.
"Naturally," she said, "ass fucking is so popular these days. A girl who's in the business wouldn't dare refuse. She might lose all of her customers."
"Sounds good to me," he told her. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. I always hate to think I'm fucking a perfect stranger."
"I may be perfect," she smiled, "but I'm no stranger. My name is Vicky. And I've been working at this truck-stop restaurant for three months now."
"Your fame has spread, Vicky," the blonde-haired man said, his blue eyes sparkling. "I've heard about you more than once. The guys say you'll do anything and everything. That you suck ass, lick balls, the works."
"I must admit," she said, "I now and then can be persuaded to do a few bizarre sex acts."
They all had a good laugh as the dark-haired man introduced himself.
"My name is Anthony," he told her, "and this is Jerry."
Jerry and Anthony got out their money.
"Now we'll just put our hundred-dollar bills over here on your dresser," Anthony smiled, "as a love offering. How does that grab you?"
"I like the way you talk," she smiled, "and I assure you that when we are through with our little sexual interlude you'll say it was worth every dollar of it."
The men both undressed and she couldn't help admire their strong physiques. She slid out of her blue negligee and let it fall to .the floor. She paraded across the room and got them drinks.
"It's always nice to begin one of these sessions with a little booze," she began. "Loosens one up, doesn't it?"
They were really excited at this point and so was she.
"I've got to hand it to you, honey," one of the men told her, "you really are bold. I'm glad you are that way."
"I couldn't be any other way," she smiled, "and let me tell you I am pleased to have two cocks instead of one. I'll admit I'm a natural-born truck-stop girl. I love you truckers. I guess it's because you're good fuckers."
She gripped both of their cocks and started pumping on them.
"Why don't we lie on the bed with you in the middle, baby?" Anthony suggested. "Then you can give us good jerk jobs to get us both stimulated. Then I would like to ride it up your ass-hole while you suck my buddy's cock. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Sounds delightful," she assured him.
She went over to the bed and as she wiggled her ass both men looked at each other. They were licking their lips in anticipation of sucking and fucking her.
She spread out and while she played with their cocks they both had fun sucking on her breasts.
"You're like a couple of kids," she told them, "and I guess my body is your toy."
"Ohhh, yes," Anthony said, "does that ever feel good. You sure know how to use your hand on me. I've got to give you a lot of credit for jacking that way. A lot of these professionals can't do it that rapidly. That's what it takes. Hard and fast movement."
She was pumping so quickly she feared she might bring him to climax. She knew that they couldn't achieve the ultimate orgasm if they came in her hand.
She released her hand grip of their cocks and suggested, "Why don't we begin this orgy?"
"All right," Anthony said, "have you got something I can put on my cock to make it slide up your ass?"
"Certainly," she smiled.
By this time Vicky had become aware of the various things that were necessary to produce the best sex emotions. She got some KY lubricant and applied it to his penis.
"You could almost jerk me like this," he told her, "you've got a velvet hand, honey."
He ordered her to get on the bed. Jerry was kneeling on the bed with his cock ready for her mouth.
"You're awfully horny, honey," she smiled at Jerry.
Just then she felt Anthony's huge shaft slipping between her ass crack.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's it, sweetheart. Fuck. And fuck good."
She enjoyed the feeling of the huge penis slipping up her ass-hole.
"Give it to me," he gasped, "come on, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Yes. Beautiful."
He was enjoying it immensely and so was she. Anthony also got a charge out of watching his buddy get his cock sucked.
"Is she giving you a good blow job?" he asked Jerry.
Jerry smiled and nodded.
"She gives great head," he assured his friend.
Her lips were fastened around Jerry's cock as she tickled his balls. Reaching behind him she gripped his ass cheeks and held on while he fucked her face. She massaged his flexing ass muscles, enjoying every movement of his penis slipping down her throat.
"Eat it," he told her, "I want you to eat every drop of my juice."
He was having a wild ass ride this time.
"You sure, know how to give a good fuck," he smiled as he watched her ass wiggling on his slick cock.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "when you wiggle like that it really turns me on. Come on, baby, fuck it."
Anthony slapped her ass cheeks roughly. She appreciated the attention he was giving her.
"Oh, wow!" he told her, "you are really giving me a good fuck."
At the same time Vicky was enjoying the slippery cock sliding down her throat. It was fun to let Jerry caress his cock there.
"Eat my dick," Jerry gasped as he rammed it hard, "that's it, sweetheart, eat it. Yes, come on, baby, suck that juicy cock off."
It was a fantastic moment for them. The three of them were going out of their minds in dizzy delight.
"Suck that cock," he panted as he pumped it to her, "suck it, baby. That's what I want you to do. Suck that juicy dick."
At this point her mouth went to work. She used her teeth, and her tongue. Opening her eyes she enjoyed seeing the saliva-slickened penis slipping back and forth.
"Oh, baby," Jerry gasped, "suck that prick. Suck that juicy cock. That's the way to do it. Suck it. Suck it."
He was coming closer to climax. She could taste him starting to juice.
At the same time she had to remember to keep her ass moving.
"Wiggle it, honey," Anthony said, slapping her ass cheeks, "that's it. Oh, baby, let me ram it up there."
He rammed it up her rectum until his balls bounced on her behind.
"Tremendous," he exclaimed, "now you're fucking. Oh, baby, we like uninhibited women. Jerry and I have had a lot of double fucks. Haven't we, buddy?"
"You know it," he assured his buddy, "we like to fuck one girl. He-likes to watch me and I like to watch him."
As they went on fucking it was obvious to Anthony that he couldn't keep it up much longer. He was plunging his penis in up to the hilt.
"I can't stand it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, milk my shaft with your ass. That's it. Squeeze it. Oh, get the cream out of my cock. Come on, baby, that's the way to do it. Grab it"
Now she wiggled. And as she wiggled her lover got some more juice to spurt from the head of his penis.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, I made it. Beautiful. Right on target."
The hot cream continued gushing from his cock head.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he said as he slapped her ass and went on pumping.
Seeing how enthusiastic Anthony was got Jerry's gun off.
"Suck that juicy dick," Jerry exclaimed, "suck the cream out of my cock. Oh, baby, suck that cock. Get that cream. Suck it out."
When she had finished swallowing his seed she pulled off him. Then she turned back to watch Anthony sliding his slippery cock out of her ass-hole.
"You're a mighty good fuck," he told Vicky, "Pm sure glad Jerry and I got acquainted with you tonight."
Vicky rolled over and lay there.
"I guess you two guys have your hang-ups like everybody else," she smiled. "You like to watch each other fuck one woman."
"That's the truth," Jerry admitted.
"I don't know when we got started doing this," he told her, "but I guess it was when we both were working on the same truck run. We drive day and night sometimes. And the two of us work together. We didn't have anything to talk about but women. So finally the idea hit us that we ought to get together for an orgy."
"It was a lot of fun," Vicky said, "it was my first. But you can bet your sweet ass I loved it."
"There's another thing I always enjoy doing," Jerry smiled, "it is weird but it's fun."
"Tell me," Vicky said, "no fair to have secrets."
"I like to have my ass whipped when I'm fucking a chick's butt."
"That is unique," Vicky smiled. "If you want to screw my ass while Anthony whips your ass that's all right with me."
They arranged themselves so they could perform. Vicky bent over all the way, making it easy for Jerry to insert his shaft.
"How do you like this for an angle?" she smiled.
"I would say it's a very good angle," he smiled as he added some lubrication to his big cock.
"Now I'll finger your ass-hole,", he told her, "and get you coated with KY."
Jerry's slippery finger glided smoothly up her behind.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "I want you to wiggle your butt when I stab your ass-hole."
It didn't take long for his big cock to whip up her behind.
"Now we're fucking, tiger," she exclaimed happily, "that's how you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck it."
He was riding her rhythmically now. She appreciated the piston-precision movements of his penis. Then Jerry looked back to Anthony.
Anthony was holding his cock with one hand and pumping while he gripped a whip in the other hand.
"That's it, tiger," Anthony exclaimed, "fuck her ass."
All the time this was going on Vicky was watching in the mirror. It was an erotic sight to see the big slippery penis plunging rhythmically in her ass-hole while Jerry's behind was being lashed by Anthony's whip.
"Fuck it," Anthony exclaimed, "fuck Vicky's ass-hole. That's it. Fuck her. Fuck her good."
The big penis plunged rhythmically in and out of her tight, twisting behind.
"That's the way I like it;" Jerry said, "it feels good to have that sting of the whip on my butt. And, baby, does it ever feel fantastic slipping my dick up your ass. You sure have a nice tight one."
"Ride it to climax," Vicky exclaimed as she did her best to gyrate her hips to provide the kind of thrills that would keep him going.
Jerry massaged her buttocks while he fucked her ass.
"I like to play with your behind," he told her. "It's so much fun for me."
He had been ignited to wild sexual acts. And he wasn't stopping now for anything.
"Fuck it, baby," he exclaimed, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck it good."
She went on wiggling and suddenly she felt Jerry's big cock gushing. He was shooting his load.
"I'm cuming, Vicky," he exclaimed happily. "Oh, grab it with your ass muscles, baby. That's what I want you to do. Squeeze the juice out of my prick."
He accommodated her. The wonderful feel of his slippery cock culminating in climax had her trembling with excitement. She felt her pussy moisten. At the same time she looked over to Anthony who was slapping his buttocks hard with the whip now as he closed in on climax. Suddenly she saw Anthony's penis exploding. Some of his juice hit her back as he got his gun off.
"You see why I like this," Anthony chuckled, "it gets me off, baby. And that's where it's at."
She watched as he finished jacking off.
"I ought to make you lick up my sperm," he chuckled to his buddy.
"I'll break your neck if you make me do that," he assured him.
Jerry pulled his slippery cock out of her ass-hole and flipped over on the bed. Anthony joined him.
"We're the Three Fuckateers," Anthony smiled.
CHAPTER 6
Vicky decided a new wardrobe would help her business. She was making good money and she saw no reason why she shouldn't dress up a little. It helped as she met a man who wasn't a trucker a couple of nights later. He looked very prosperous. He had a flashy diamond ring and a sharp-looking pin stripe suit.
"I've heard a lot about you, baby," he told her.
She noticed that Gus was watching them closely.
"I guess my fame has spread," Vicky said, "and with good reason. I deliver."
"That's what they tell me," he nodded, "they say you are really a great truck-stop girl. I was just wondering if you wanted to move up a notch."
"What have you got in mind, tiger?" she smiled smugly.
"I'm operating a blind pig," he told her, "a real class operation."-
Gus came over and looked at the guy.
"Nick," he told him, "Lay off my girls. Do you understand?"
"Take it easy," Nick shrugged, "I was just getting acquainted."
"You were just leaving," Gus said, "do you understand?"
"You're not very friendly," Nick complained as he got up and paid for his coffee and left.
A few moments later Gus got Vicky aside and told her, "I don't ever want you talking to that bastard."
"Who is he?" Vicky asked innocently.
"That's Nick," he said, "who operates the biggest blind pig about twenty miles from here."
"What's a blind pig?" she asked. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You are either a dumb-dumb or naieve,"
Gus growled. "A blind pig is where guys go in and gamble and screw. He is looking for nice chicks to lure the men to his den of iniquity. You're not in a position to be leaving me now. I built you up into a money-maker."
"You've got it wrong, Gus," Vicky told him acidly, "I built myself up into a money-maker. I've performed every act known to man and beast to get where I am. No thanks to you."
"I think you'd better drop by my place tonight after you close," he told her. "Nobody talks to me like you just did."
"I didn't mean anything by it, Gus,". she said quietly, "I really didn't."
"You heard me," he said tightly.
The rest of the evening Gus was gone. Vicky was left alone with her troubled thoughts. She knew she would lose a night of business as well as be confronted with an angry man.
When the relief girl took over for her she went to Gus's apartment.
"Come in," he said.
As she walked in she noticed Gus had a big dog beside him.
"I didn't know you had a dog, Gus," she smiled.
"Yes, meet Teddy," he told her, "and believe me Teddy is ever-ready."
"What are you talking about?" she said as she noticed the dog coming closer to her.
"He-likes girls," Gus told her. "He-likes to sniff their pussies."
"Get that beast away from me," she complained.
"I get my kicks out of watching a beautiful girl getting fucked by a dog," he said. "I saved my hang-up until you had a thriving business."
"If you think for one minute I'm gonna have sex with Teddy," she snapped angrily, "you've got another think coming. You've been a bastard all along, Gus. And I don't mind telling you this because I'm cutting out of here tomorrow."
Gus walked over and slapped her face.
"You won't do any such thing," he told her, "you ungrateful little wench. I take you as a trollop and make you into a first-class truck-stop girl. Instead of gratitude for all the money you're making you want to run out on me. No dame ever runs out on Gus and lives to make any more money."
"You're hurting me," she said as he twisted her wrist.
"I hope so," he complained, "I want to get some sense in your head. Do you understand."
"I understand what a bastard you are," she said, her voice flaming with emotion.
"You don't know the half of it," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about my wife any more. We're getting a divorce."
"I can see why," Vicky snapped. "No woman would want to have sex with you, Gus. You are a beast."
"Makes me happy to have a woman scream at me like that," Gus said, "especially when I can dominate her."
Vicky realized what a sadistic boss she had now.
"Just take off all of your clothes, sweetheart," he told her, "so Teddy can lick you all over. He's been trained for this."
"I've heard about such things," Vicky admitted candidly, "but I never thought I would be victimized by such a thing."
Realizing she had no alternative Vicky turned around and walked into Gus's bedroom. Teddy followed close behind.
She removed her clothes and as she did so Gus removed his.
"What are you going to do?" she said, "fuck one side of me while Teddy fucks the other?"
She was thinking of the orgy that she had with Jerry and Anthony. She wondered if Gus had something like that in mind.
"No, baby," he smiled, "Gus-likes to jerk his cock off while the dog fucks you. How about that?"
"It's about as sick as you can think of," she told him tightly. "I hope you burn."
When she was completely naked the big dog jumped on the bed.
"Part your pussy lips, sweetheart," he told her, "I want to watch Teddy get his licks in."
The big dog's pink tongue slashed into her vagina. Teddy was sniffing and licking and enjoying himself.
"Teddy gets a hard-on when he's eating pussy," Gus smiled, "and I do, too."
At this point Vicky thought it best to say nothing. She let Teddy lap at her pussy and she had to admit he was good at it. Apparently he had been well trained. She thought it would annoy Gus if she told him she enjoyed it.
"I like Teddy's tongue," she told him.
"If you like his tongue so much," Gus chuckled, "raise your hips, honey, so Teddy can lick your ass. He's good at that, too."
Even though Vicky could have killed Gus for this suggestion, she raised her hips so the dog could lick around her behind.
"Enjoy yourself, Teddy," she said sarcastically.
"Don't you get sarcastic with him," Gus said sternly, "I respect Teddy's tongue."
"I didn't mean it that way," Vicky said.
She glanced down at the dog's quivering cock and she knew he would have to be getting his kicks soon.
"I think he wants to fuck me now, Gus," she told him.
"You know it," he agreed.
At this point she reached for Teddy's penis. She brushed it over her fur-trimmed triangle and Teddy wasted no time in getting into her.
"He's a good fucker," Vicky smiled as she pumped her hips to the dog's big cock stabs.
"I know he is," Gus nodded, "it gets me excited when I look at him getting his kicks. Fuck her, Teddy. That's how you do it."
They were really enjoying themselves now.
"Oh, Teddy," Vicky smiled, "this is the best screw I ever had. Men could take lessons from you. Oh, baby; are you ever big."
Vicky was-doing all in her power to make Gus jealous. She figured that was her way of getting even. It was true. Teddy could really thrust it in there. More than that she liked his size. Her vagina muscles gripped at the dog's big sliding cock.
"Fuck me, Teddy," she begged, "that's it.
Fuck me, boy."
Suddenly the doer's cock exploded. She squeezed her pussy muscles around the head of his slippery shaft and she came, too.
"Oh, Teddy," she panted as she pumped, "I'm cuming. You brought me there, baby. You're a real sweetheart."
Such adulation and adoration for the dog didn't annoy Gus at all. He was delighted that he had found an oversexed woman who could get so charged up with a dog.
"Keep your motor running, baby," he told her, "old Gus is almost there."
Cupping his big balls in one hand and pulling his penis with the other he was managing to bring himself ever closer to his own juicy climax. It didn't take much longer. A couple more pumps and Teddy's cock drove deeper into her twisting vagina. Then he exploded.
"Oh, screw her, Teddy," Gus exclaimed as he put his head to the side and watched his sperm spurt all over the room.
Teddy pulled out and Gus went over and patted her bosoms.
"You know, baby," he smiled, "you and I could be great friends. There's no reason for you to be like this."
"I'm sorry if I didn't sound grateful," Vicky snapped, "but I am, Gus, especially today."
"That is a compliment?" Gus checked it out.
"Of course, baby," she said, "and now that I'm all revved up, why don't you fuck me?"
"All right, baby," he said as he slipped his cock in and out of her juicy pussy for a couple of minutes.
"I'm just getting it lubricated so I can slip it up your ass," he informed her.
Now that he was well lubricated he wasted no time in flipping it between her ass crack.
"Oh, Gus," she gasped in delight as he let his slippery penis slide up her ass-hole.
Her legs were on his shoulders now as he fucked into her. Reaching forward he gripped her bosoms.
"I like to watch a woman's face when I fuck her," he smiled, "just seeing the waves of ecstasy sweeping over you, baby, engulfs me, too."
"Gus," she smiled, "I didn't know you could be so poetic. I mean, you speak so beautifully."
Gus's ego was getting a good shot in the arm now. He appreciated a compliment.
"Hey, baby," he told her, "you're really getting old Gus revved up. That's it. Twist your ass. Oh, baby, what an ass fuck. Come on, sweetheart, twist that ass."
She was learning various techniques of anal intercourse. She was discovering just how much it meant to a man to obtain this bizarre form of sexual excitement.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "oh, twist, baby. Now, baby. Oh, use those sphincter muscles, sweetheart. Now you're doing it. Old Gus loves that. Fuck it. Fuck it. Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it. Fuck it!"
Gus was going out of his mind with delight. His big cock was almost there.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you are really giving me a good screwing."
His cock exploded. She ground around and squeezed some more juice out of him.
"Yes, baby," Gus smiled at her, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Being milked by her twisting behind stimulated him. He didn't pull his shooting cock out of her until he had given her every drop of his cum. Then when he did pull out he lay beside her. The big dog got on the bed and joined them. He wanted to lick at her bosoms.
"Teddy is a real lover," Gus chuckled, "they teach them everything at those canine schools. A lot of rich women pay plenty to get a dog to fuck like Teddy knows how to do it."
"It was real thoughtful of you, Gus," she said, "to bring Teddy along for our little session."
"Vicky," Gus admitted, "I get jealous watching you wiggle your ass for all those truckers."
"Don't be that way, Gus," she said, "you can't put my body on a leash. I can't be padlocked to you or anyone. I've got to play around. It's part of my nature, Gus."
"That's what I was afraid of when I first laid eyes on you," Gus admitted. "Sure you had those nice innocent blue eyes. But beneath them, baby, I saw the fire. I knew that the blonde hair, the fair skin and the sweet eyes were just a come-on. You know how to use them, baby. You've got those truckers drooling. A lot of guys are going out of their way to stop by my place. It brings me business. Plenty of it. They go to the restaurant, they stay at our motel and they fuck you. Actually, you've been a lucky girl that I haven't made any demands on the money you take. Because I've heard you charge plenty for pussy."
"But I've been passing out free samples tonight to you and Teddy," she reminded him.
"I'm grateful," Gus nodded.
"Do you think Teddy is?" she smiled as the dog went on lapping from her breasts down to her pussy.
"Teddy told me he really enjoyed balling you," Gus said with a big smile.
Even though it was difficult for Gus to admit this, he had to.
"I wish you'd stop fooling around with those other men," he told her. "If you'd confine your sex to me I would make it worth your while."
"What are you talking about, Gus?" she asked. "Do you want me to be your mistress or something?"
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," he admitted. "I have needed some dame to take care of me. Not like marriage. But an arrangement. I could pay you a few hundred dollars a week and you'd be happy."
Vicky thought about it a long moment. She pictured herself having a lot of free time. She imagined herself not working. It was almost too good to be true.
"Tell me, baby, what do you think of it?" Gus asked, hoping she would not only contemplate his offer, but accept it.
"I've got a problem, Gus," Vicky admitted, "I'm an oversexed woman. I can't get my satisfaction with one man. It takes a lot of men to turn me on."
"That's just what I was afraid of," he shrugged, "I know your kind. You get your kicks when you watch two men get excited when they look at you. You want to exploit them, not just financially, but physically. You really enjoy all that you do, don't you?"
"I hate to admit it," she said, "because it means there's something wrong with me. like I'm wired wrong at the factory, Gus. They put too much sex voltage in my body."
"You're an honest little wench," Gus smiled, "and you know, I really dig you. But, baby, I can't go along with you playing around forever. It's driving me up the wall. I mean I flash green when I watch all those truckers get stimulated looking at you. I want to go over and give them a sock in the jaw and tell them that you are my woman."
"Oh, Gus baby," she said as she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, "I can't tell you what your kind words mean to me. You are a dear."
-"But it doesn't mean a thing as far as being loyal to me, does it?" Gus asked her honestly.
"I must be loyal to my own desires and urges," she insisted. "It isn't that I don't love you. I do love you, Gus, but I love all the other truckers, too. Can't you understand that?"
"I'm not a trucker," he reminded her, "I'm a businessman, baby. But it's all right. Gus has been turned down before."
"Now don't cry in your beer, baby," she smiled, "you can get any waitress you want with a flick of your finger. And you know it."
"But maybe I don't want just any waitress," he insisted. "I feel something special for you."
"I'm terribly flattered," Vicky replied, "but I don't believe a word you're saying."
"At least you're honest," Gus told her, "and I have to take my hat off to you for that."
For a moment Vicky felt she could fall for him. Then she realized it was sympathy and she didn't want to look at it like that.
"Take it easy, Gus," she told him.
When she went back to her place that night she did a lot of thinking. Could she work in a blind pig? How much money would the other man pay her? Thoughts like these whirled through her mind. Yet she knew that she had to go on working for Gus and taking plenty of guff off him. This bothered her. She was determined some way, somehow she would do as she pleased.
It was a strange situation for Vicky. Yet she finally got to sleep.
In her sleep she had nightmares. Horrible nightmares. She could see Gus and another man fighting. This bothered Vicky for she didn't want to create a horrible emotional free-for-all. She knew Gus was a volatile man. She also knew that his ego had taken a pretty good beating with her refusal. Yet she had to be true to herself. If she wasn't, who could she be true to?
The next morning when Vicky got up she considered making a move. She thought about all of the cities where she might work. Cleveland. She had a sister who lived there. She called her up.
"Hi, Terry," she began, "how's everything in Cleveland?"
"Just fine, baby," her sister replied, "what's wrong?"
"Does something have to be wrong for me to give you a phone call ? " she demanded.
"For you to give me a phone call, yes," she admitted.
"Now that's not nice," she told her, "you know I've been a loyal sister." Finally she asked her what the chances were for obtaining work there.
"There isn't any work here," her sister said, "that is, unless you want to hustle."
"What if I do want to hustle?" Vicky asked with a laugh.
"You're gonna have a lot of competition, dear," her sister Terry told her, "as more women than you could believe are selling it these days. It's simply dreadful. I have a terrible time keeping Mark where he belongs."
"Where does Mark belong?" Vicky teased.
"He belongs in my bed," she said, "and without any other women. You know that bastard brought home a bar fly the other night and wanted to have sex with the both of us. I thought I would kill him."
"Same old monster," she laughed, "well, married life is like that. That's why I'm glad that I'm a single girl. I wouldn't be married and tied down to one man for anything."
"No, you want to pass it around, free," Terry snapped. "Just like you did in college. No wonder you had more dates than I did. But you see, it didn't land you a husband, did it?"
"That's a bitchy thing for you to say," Vicky said angrily, "and I'm certainly glad I never seriously considered coming to Cleveland. I think it is a beautiful city, but I think some ugly people live there."
"Quit bitching," her sister said, "did you get busted and you need some money to get you out of jail, or what?"
Vicky was furious. She broke off their conversation with a snappy, "Good-bye," and then slammed down the phone.
CHAPTER 7
Vicky went to work that evening and she hadn't been on for ten minutes before a very handsome trucker that she had never seen before ordered coffee.
"Do you want cream with that?" she smiled.
"I want you," he told her, "how about it?"
"You want me to put cream in your coffee," she laughed. "Look, baby, I'm a good girl."
"I know you are," the man nodded, "I've heard all about how good you were at it."
"News travels, doesn't it?" she said.
"When a tight piece of ass is available," the man nodded, "it sure does."
"Not so quick, honey," she said, "just because you're horny doesn't give you license to talk like that";
"You'll iove it" he said, "and at your price you should. I'm prepared to give you a hundred bucks if I can have all night with you alone."
"Do you think you could take care of me and satisfy me?" she asked.
Gus was watching in the distance and another waitress who had just come on duty gave her the eye.
"You've got customers waiting, Vicky," she called out
"I'll talk to you later," she whispered as she left her new-found trucker.
After she had waited on the other customers she came back to him.
"That doesn't sound like a bad deal," she said to him. "As long as you're not one of those sadistic creeps."
"You mean the kind that enjoys strangling women?" he laughed.
"There are a lot of them around," she told him, "and I don't dig that scene."
"I don't either," he assured her, "and we'll get together and have a ball."
"I hope so," she said. "What is your name?"
"Brian," he smiled.
Brian's blue eyes lit up as he looked into hers.
"About two o'clock in my room," she told him, giving him the number of her room.
Two o'clock that morning she was pleasantly surprised when Brian knocked on her door. She almost thought he was kidding and would never show. But he did. He had changed from his trucker's uniform into casual clothes and she hardly recognized him. He was wearing a soft blue sports jacket and dark blue pants.
"Hi, Brian," she smiled, "won't you come in for a drink?"
"Just what the doctor ordered," he smiled.
He hadn't been in the room two minutes when he wanted her to strip.
"You don't waste time, do you?" she smiled grimly.
"That's what I'm here for, baby," he told her. "I'm not paying a social call. I'm here to get my rocks off."
"Don't you ever engage in small talk?" she said. "It sort of cuts the ice."
"From what I've heard," he smiled, "you are ready to ignite at the drop of a man's fly."
"I may be a little oversexed," she admitted, "but it's not as bad as all that."
"Who says it's bad?" Brian chuckled as he removed his coat and began taking off his tie.
"You men are so much alike," she said, "that you must have been cast in the same mold. The first thing you want to do is get a girl bare ass naked and the next thing you want to do is stick it in every available hole. I only hope you can last for I really enjoy getting fucked."
"That's what they tell me," he told her, "and from what I've heard you're the most popular truck-stop girl in the business."
"That's a compliment," she said, "and I accept it."
Regardless of whether or not Brian cared for a drink, Vicky poured herself one.
"Not too many, honey," he told her, "I don't want a limp dame who can't put all of her muscles into action. That stuff loosens your muscles."
"You don't have to worry about Vicky," she laughed. "My pussy is plenty tight. I'll take good care of you, tiger."
Brian was delighted that she was such a free-wheeling dame. When she removed her clothes he was more excited than ever.
"You sure got boobs, baby," he told her. "If there's one thing I like it's a woman with big breasts. I refused to marry a girl when I found out she was padding her bra. Can you imagine that? Me feeling the cotton and getting excited."
"How tragic," she said, "the girl should have had a silicone job."
"Is that what you did," he chuckled.
"I didn't have to, honey," she assured him.
She pulled down her panties and revealed her pussy.
"I like shaved boxes," Brian smiled, "would yon care if I shaved yours?"
"I don't know how good you are with a razor," she said.
"I shave every day," he said, "and I don't cut myself up."
"I'd be out of business if you cut my pussy," she said.
She allowed him to use an electric razor that she had for her legs. When the pussy hairs tugged she didn't know whether it was such a a good idea or not.
"Oh, that's so much fun to look at it close up," Brian said in a worshipful way.
"I know how you men are," she told him. "You go out of your minds over pussy, don't you?"
"You know it," he agreed.
Brian was happy that he was able to obtain the amount of response from her. For she went over and helped him undress. She could tell a part of Brian was shy like a little boy. The other part was an adult. She enjoyed the boy part. She unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his cock.
"Not a bad banana," she said. "I'd like to feel it and suck it."
"Haven't you ever seen an uncircumcised cock before?" he asked curiously.
"No, I haven't," she admitted.
"There's a lot to be said for letting a dick go uncircumcised," he explained. "There's a lot of sensitivity in the head of the shaft. Now, baby, you are really gonna enjoy licking on the end of it. And it's gonna be my pleasure to feed you cream."
"I can hardly wait," she smiled at him.
Brian was eager now for her to go into action.
"On your knees," he suggested, "and pull that big thick prick to your mouth and start sucking quick."
Insomuch as he wanted her to do it she figured that she might as well. She dropped to her knees and pulled his huge shaft to her mouth. She sucked on the end of it and peeled it back.
"How do you like it?" he smiled at her. "Isn't that a lot of fun?"
"You bet it is," she said as she removed her mouth from his shaft a moment.
Then she got to her feet.
"I prefer doing it in a bed," she explained. "There are many things I can do with my tongue. How would you like to get your ass licked?"
"I'd like that," he admitted, "are you good at it?"
"I wouldn't be in business long if I wasn't," she assured him.
Brian unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants. Then he pulled down his shorts putting his penis momentarily back in them so he could slip them off smoothly. When she saw his completely naked body she got about as excited as he did.
"You're beautiful, baby," he said, his eyes glistening with emotion and excitement.
"Yes," he nodded, "you're beautiful all over."
Together they went into the bedroom. As she lay on her back he got on her and straddled her. He brushed his buttocks over her tits. The sensation appealed to him.
"I like that sensation," he told her, "it feels tremendous."
The various sensations that he felt as he looked at her and rubbed his ass over her bosoms got him so eager for her tongue to be licking his ass cheeks he moved forward.
"Now how do I do this?" he smiled shyly. "I've never had my ass licked before."
"All you have to do," Vicky explained, "is get directly over my face. Next, lower yourself so I can play with your ass cheeks. I'll lick your ass cheeks first and then I'll suck on your ass-hole next."
"Beautiful," he said as he moved forward, lowering himself. She gripped his thighs and then her tongue started lashing away at his buttocks. He loved the sensation of her tongue licking and lashing all around his ass-hole.
"I want you to eat my ass," he told her as he got more stimulated and bold.
"Sure, baby," she said huskily as she let her tongue slip smoothly up his tight anal ring. She stiffened and stabbed up it while he slid up and down.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged as he gripped his cock and began pumping. "I like that sensation. It is different. Oh, baby, come on, do it. That's the way I want it."
He was riding his ass-hole up and down on her tongue in a slippery slide effect. At the same time he was grasping his thick pulsating penis and pumping it vigorously.
"Do it," he exclaimed, "eat it. Eat my ass-hole. Oh, Vicky, you're good at this. I love it."
Brian was delighted with the exciting new sensations that he was discovering. He recognized that Vicky was enjoying herself and this pleased him. For he felt that if at any moment she wasn't obtaining great pleasure he wouldn't want to perform for her.
"Suck my ass," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Oh, yes. Suck me there."
The erotic sensations persisted. And his hand went on pumping his penis. His balls were smothering her nose now and Vicky became concerned over his cock. She wanted to make sure that he slipped it into her mouth so she could enjoy the cream when it exploded.
Pulling out of his ass-hole she demanded, "Feed me your dick."
"How about licking my balls first?" he said as he removed his hand from his cock.
She nodded. Opening her mouth once more she let him slip his balls into her.
"I like that," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "yes, baby, that's sensational."
The tremendous pleasure that she derived from sucking on his balls was increased by the fact that she could tell that they were becoming larger all the time that she was sucking.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I can hardly wait for you to take my cock in your mouth and work on it."
Insomuch as they were both equally eager for the act, it became a delight when Vicky let his balls slip out and he suddenly stabbed his gigantic cock into her mouth. She gripped the head of it and sucked with vigor and delight.
"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed. "Yes, just like that. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, baby, yes. That's the way I like it. That's the way I want it. Suck my cock. Suck my cock off."
He was developing a rhythm to his cock stabs. His balls bounced happily on her chin as he vigorously rode her face. He would pull it way out and shove it way back. One thing he really enjoyed was letting the head of his shaft slide against the back of her throat in a caressing movement. Vicky loved the fact that he alternated the tempo of his cock stabs. He would jab it in quickly and pull it out slowly. Then he would get revved up and drive forward in a few vigorous cock stabs. All the while, however, he was making it a point to keep her constantly entertained. For he was letting his hands glide through her hair and holding her head.
"I need it," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "oh, baby, I need it bad."
His enthusiasm added to her pleasure.
"Eat me," he exclaimed eagerly, "yes, baby. I want you to do me. That's how it's done. Come on, baby, now you're doing it. That's how it's done. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, baby."
The sensational excitement that she felt had her almost juicing.
"Suck my big dick," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, give it to me. Come on. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way that it's done, sweetheart."
The rapturous pleasure that she felt at this point blended with his own excitement. A couple more cock stabs and he exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Get all the cream."
At this point he felt himself being sucked in. Her hands were gripping his ass cheeks and she was squeezing them, pulling him closer to her. It was as if Vicky could not get enough of him. She enjoyed the sensation of being almost choked with his huge cock.
As she released his penis, she looked at him.
"Did you get your money's worth, tiger?"
"Not quite yet," he assured her. "I'm gonna take care of you down between your legs with my tongue. Do you mind?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to," she assured him.
She wasted no time in getting him down there. For she enticed him by telling him she was already beginning to juice. Brian, not wanting to waste any more time, switched around.
"Straddle me, baby," she guided him, "then I can play with your ass cheeks while you're eating my pussy."
Brian did that. He straddled her and his ass was even with her face. Now she could play with him there providing him with erotic thrills while he went to town with his tongue on her shaved box.
"I like to see what I'm eating," he told her, "that's why I shaved your box."
"Enjoy your box lunch, sweetheart," she smiled.
He went to work now with torrid tongue movements. He stabbed it in vigorously and pulled it out. He wanted to hear her beg for it.
"Don't take it out," she begged him, "I want you to do me. That's it, baby, I want you to do me real good."
Brian immediately went back to industriously licking away at her there.
"Eat my snatch," she begged him. "Oh, sweetheart, that's what I want you to do. Stab that tongue in there. Don't stop now. More, baby, more. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's how it's done. Keep it in there. Flip it around. Twirl it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I love it. Baby, now you're thrilling me. Keep your tongue sliding. Don't ever stop."
All the time that she was begging him to continue eating her pussy, she was massaging his behind. She decided it might add to his pleasure to slide a finger up his ass-hole. She could massage his prostate that way.
Gently easing a probing finger up his tight anal channel she indeed did add stimulation and pleasure to his erotic delight.
"Eat me," she begged, "when I juice, baby, don't pull your tongue out of there. I want to feel you sucking me in."
She didn't have to tell him not to pull away. For Brian would never do that. He was a proud pussy eater who delighted in his tongue style.
He nibbled at her clit, and probed all around inside of her, tickling the neck of the womb. She couldn't take it much longer. Then she gushed. As her love juices flowed, Brian's mouth pressed over her swiftly.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want."
Her hands were vigorously massaging his ass cheeks now. He loved the feel of her hands on his behind while he was eating her. The double sensations of tasting her and licking inside of her while his ass was being played with made him thank her.
"Oh, you don't know what you're doing for me, baby," he told her enthusiastically. "You've really got this tiger turned on."
He rolled over and she saw he had another hard-on.
"What do you want?" she smiled, "some more action?"
"I could use some," he said. "Can't you tell?"
As he lay on his back with his huge penis sticking straight up it was obvious that he could indeed use some more sexual excitement.
"Why don't you let me do the work?" she asked. "I could slide down it and be on top."
"No," he said, "I like to be the man. I figure the woman's place is on the bottom."
"You're missing a lot of kicks," she told him. "You could really get a big charge if you would do it the way I want you to."
"Forget it," he told her, "because I want you to do it my way."
She rolled over so he could slip it to her.
"Oh, baby," he said as he felt his cock slip into her pussy. Her pussy muscles gripped it. She massaged his back and gripped his ass cheeks and played with them while he fucked hard.
"Fuck me," she begged him, "come on, baby, let me feel that great big cock of yours sliding in there. That's the way, Brian. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, Brian, yes."
They rolled on their sides. Now they were both threshing about and pushing against each other with sexual ecstasy.
"I want to feel every inch of it," she said. "Shove it to me. Harder, baby. Faster. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, I can't stand it. Keep fucking me."
Brian's pulsating penis continued plunging into her grasping, pulling pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Oh, baby, I'm cuming."
His big cock exploded.
"Now, baby, now," he told her, "keep pushing. Oh, grab it. Milk it."
Letting her pussy muscles move at a rapid clip, she got more cream out of his cock. Brian was delighted that she had proven to be such a good sport about giving him every sensation he wanted.
He continued plunging into her until he felt her juicing. Enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in their mutual love juices, he kept it up until he almost shot some more.
"Don't do it there," she said. "You've got so much juice in your prick you could slip it up my ass quick."
CHAPTER 8
Vicky pulled away from Brian and got on all fours.
"I've never found a woman like you," he smiled. "You really want me to fuck you. You're like an animal. You beg for it."
"You don't have to fight to get me to do it," she assured him.
Gripping her ass cheeks, Brian slid his slippery cock between her ass crack. With a hard and swift jab he rode up her rectum.
"Ohhh," he groaned in new-found delight, "does that ever feel good. Oh, baby, now you've got it. Fuck me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, that's what I want."
She wiggled for him and bent over farther. All he could see were her upraised ass cheeks. He liked that view.
Gripping her ass cheeks tightly he held on for dear life. He was fucking with all of his might
"I never had an ass fuck before," he admitted, "and it sure feels fantastic. Oh, baby, I love it when you wiggle like that"
She was only too happy to help him.
"You have to keep thrusting hard," she said, "to achieve the ultimate orgasm. That's it. Ram it in. As far as it'll go. Oh, Brian, keep doing it Fuck it. Fuck my ass. Oh, give it to me."
Realizing anal intercourse was this exciting, Brian got harder than ever. His balls were swelling and as he jabbed it up her ass-hole, they bounced on her behind. He squeezed her ass cheeks and delightedly rode forward.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it Oh, baby, fuck."
Vicky was wiggling for him. As her ass movements increased in tempo his cock stabs continued.
"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed, "baby, what a fuck. Keep it up. That's the way I like it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it"
She was grinding her hips for him, and providing him with electrical sexual thrills. His spine tingled, his balls continued swelling.
"It won't be much longer," he told her. "Oh, yes, I love this. Fuck, fuck it."
His plunging penis rode up her rectum as far as it would go.
"I'm in, baby," he told her, "just wiggle it. That's it. Keep your backfield in motion. Oh, yes, yes, now."
The big cock exploded. She milked it.
"Ohhh, yes," he exclaimed, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Baby, fuck, fuck it"
He went on riding into her, providing her with the electrical thrills she enjoyed so much. When his cock had been well milked he slowly eased off.
"I had a good time, Brian," she told him.
His blue eyes flashing with excitement as he finished, he said, "I did, too."
He got off the bed, paid her his money and left.
As Vicky lay there alone she wished that there didn't always have to be the parting. It wasn't fun to realize she was just being used as a container for their cocks. They liked to shove them in her and explode. And that was it. It bothered her as she thought about it. Yet she couldn't allow herself to think of it too long for she knew she would have to take more sleeping pills. And this was becoming an ugly habit for her.
The following night a very unusual experience took place. A man came in and whispered, "An old friend of yours wants to see you out in his car for a minute."
"Who is it?" she demanded.
"You'll recognize him when you see him," the man said.
Fortunately Gus had taken a break and she figured she would dare to go out to the parking lot and speak to this stranger who refused to reveal his identity.
The moment she saw the big Mark IV and glimpsed Nick sitting there, she realized what the score was.
"Hi, beautiful," he began, "I just thought I would talk over a little business deal with you. I know Gus isn't overly generous."
She got in the back seat and sat beside him.
"You're the kind of girl that makes a place go," he told her frankly, "and you're wasting your time here. Gus expects free pussy. More than that, I know the old boy makes a rake-off. You don't hear about it but these truckers have to give him a fee to fuck you."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Gus never said anything about it to me," she replied.
"Of course he wouldn't," Nick said, his forehead creasing in a perpetual frown. "Gus is a clever liar. He makes the girls think they're getting top dollar. He tells them I'm no good. That's because he doesn't want to pay you the right price."
"How much would you give me, Nick?" she asked him. "And what would I have to do?'"
"It would be an easy life," he explained, "as the men come to my blind pig to gamble and screw. You'd probably have a couple of days a week off. The rest of the time, of course, I would expect you to be working from approximately five or six o'clock until two o'clock in the morning. But it wouldn't be too difficult. I never let more than three men gang up on a girl."
"I don't have to do many orgies here," she said, "and I think that can be pretty rough on a girl."
"We don't have many men who want that either," he explained, "but I just wanted to tell you it does happen."
"You have not mentioned money yet," she reminded him. "How much are you willing to pay?"
"Because you are so beautiful," Nick smiled, "I think I would put you an a regular basis of five hundred a week. How does that grab you?"
"Shove it, Nick," she said, "Gus lets me make a lot more money than that. I've got to get back to work. I don't want to lose my job."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "the men will wait for you. That old war horse of a waitress that he had working in there is no real competition, honey."
"I happen to like Debbie," she told him, "and I don't like you talking that way about her."
"Is she your lover?" Nick smirked.
"Hardly," Vicky said, "I am not a lesbian."
"I never said you were," Nick smiled delighted that he had gotten her upset. "I simply asked a question. Good evening."
He cut her off curtly and she got out of his car. She only regretted that she hadn't gotten out before.
When she went back to work Gus immediately knew what had happened.
"I want to talk to you," he said. "I've got some people to wait on," Vicky protested.
"Debbie can handle them, can't you, Debbie?" he asked, looking at the other woman.
"Of course I can, Gus," Debbie said quickly.
Back in Gus's office he paced the floor.
"Stabbing me in the back," he said, "that's what you're doing. I have my spies, and I got the word. I watched you and that old fart Nick trying to put a deal together. Let me tell you something. If you doublecross old Gus it'll be the sorriest doublecross you ever pulled."
"I'm not planning to doublecross you," she said disgustedly, "and I didn't even know he was out there. Some jerk comes in here and says an old friend wants to see me."
"He has many devices to get to the girls," Gus agreed, "but we can overlook your falling into his trap providing you tell me everything he offered you."
"He offered me five hundred a week," she told him.
"You're making more than that here, aren't you?" Gus asked her. "Yes," she replied.
"What did you tell him?" Gus asked evenly. "I told him to shove it," she replied in a firm manner.
"Good for you," Gus nodded, "I'm really happy to hear you say that. Too many times disloyal girls have given me sleepless nights. I'm glad I've found one girl who can be a little bit loyal."
"I've been more than a little bit loyal to you, Gus," she replied, "and I happen to know that they pay plenty for dog exhibitions. So if you expect me to fuck Teddy so you can jack off and watch that big dog and me make it, forget it."
"Now, now," Gus said, trying to rub her fur the right way. "Let's not be hasty. I was only looking after your best interests, dear. That's my first concern."
"Your first concern, Gus," Vicky told him bluntly, "is yourself. You're selfish as hell. Fortunately, I'm making more money here than I could working for him. So I'll stay here. Now can I get back to work?"
"Of course you can," he said. "It always makes me happy when a waitress wants to work."
She went back to her job and Debbie was drooling over one of her customers. "Debbie, I'm back now," she told her. "I'm glad you are," the athletic-looking trucker smiled, "because I was thinking maybe you and I could have a date a little later."
"I don't think we've really formally met, have we?" she asked with a shrug.
"No, we haven't," he admitted, "my name is Frank."
"Hi, Frank," Vicky said. "What were you interested in?"
"I think you have a pretty good idea, don't you?" he said with a grin. "I would like the specialty treatment."
"All right," she said in a whisper, "but it will cost you. You know my price is a hundred."
"Of course," he said, "I know your price. You have to pay for something good if you're gonna get it. Isn't that what you were thinking when you put a price tag on your pussy?"
"For your information," she laughed, "I've got a price tag on my ass and on my mouth as well. It's a package deal. Pussy, ass and mouth."
"Good girl," he told her. "Little Miss Three Holes."
"I'll catch you later," she said, "and you'd better not stand me up either, trucker."
"Don't worry," he told her, "Frank never passes up a good piece of ass."
Frank was telling the truth as she discovered when he came around to her place after she was off at two.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled, "have you got the bed warm?"
"Sure have, honey," she said. "I hope your cock is real hard. Vicky feels the need of a real good fuck tonight."
"That's good," he told her, "because I'm prepared to give you a wild time."
Vicky was telling him the truth. She threw her arms around him and pressed her bosoms back and forth across his chest. Frank loved that. He jabbed his cock against her and she felt it
"You're really horny," she smiled.
They went into the bedroom and didn't take much time. For Vicky was eager to get his his cock into her.
When they were both naked she got on the bed and suggested, "How about letting little old Vicky ride your prick, tiger?"
"If you want to, baby," he said, "I would enjoy giving it to you that way."
She straddled him. She enjoyed the sensation of gripping his penis and plunging it into herself.
"Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me good.
Effectively grabbing his cock with her pussy muscles she gave him the type of sensations he always wanted.
"Wild," he smiled at her, "come on, baby. You're doing it just like I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
The big penis plunged in vigorously. Reaching up he played with her bosoms.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Oh, I love it. Come on, fuck."
She was riding his cock and he was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck. Fuck me good."
The thick penis plunged into Vicky's pussy. Frank was delighted that she was tight. He realized that he had found a woman who not only enjoyed being screwed but could provide a man with a fantastic fuck.
"I like your tits when I pinch them," he smiled, "they get blood red."
"Don't pinch them so hard," she said, "or I will say good-bye, Frank, when this is over. If you're a good boy I'll let you come back."
"I promise I'll be good," he told her, "and I want to ride you again."
Frank's huge shaft went on stabbing into her. She wiggled this way and that. His hands moved from her breasts to her buttocks. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he went on thrusting forward.
"Fuck me," she begged in a husky whisper, "fuck me. Oh, Frank, let me feel it. Let me have that throbbing cock in me. Are you loaded, baby?"
"Am I ever," he assured her. "You're gonna get it. Every fucking drop of it. Oh, baby, keep wiggling. That's it. Keep your ass in motion."
Vicky didn't stop for a moment. She knew it was important to provide Frank with every sensation she knew how to bring him to a scorching climax. It was this kind of orgasm that men were willing to pay for.
"Fuck it," she begged, "fuck me, Frank. Oh, yes. That's it. Come on, tiger, now you're screwing. Fuck me!"
Enthusiastically, Frank jabbed it into her. Every hard cock stab brought more pleasure.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "oh, baby. That's what I like. Come on, baby, fuck me."
He couldn't take much more of it. His huge shaft exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, swing your hips. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, fuck it.
Fuck it off."
The hot cream splattered from his penis head.
"I'm juicing," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, that's beautiful. Now we're doing it. Fuck. Fuck it."
As the thick cock exploded, she grabbed its head, milking it some more.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "this is just what I need. Keep riding it. Ride it, baby."
She kept on grabbing at his cock, teasing it with the milking motions of her pussy muscles. More sperm spurted out of Frank's cock head.
"Just what I needed," he told her, "a dame with a good tight pussy. I like tight twat."
"I've enjoyed it, Frank," she replied.
Frank's hands moved from her buttocks up to her bosoms. He gently stroked them.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you don't know how good you make me feel."
"I enjoyed it immensely, too," he replied, "that's why I'm gonna pay a hundred bucks for it. We've got to get together again."
"Sure thing," she told him.
She bent over and kissed him. She was hoping this was all that he would want. She was delighted when she discovered that he had to hit the road in fifteen minutes.
"I'll just grab me some coffee and get out of here," he said, "but when I come back, baby, I want you to lick my dick, and do a lot of other things."
"I'm a specialist at giving head jobs," Vicky smiled, "and I bet you love to do it, too."
"You know it," he told her with self-assurance.
After a couple of hot kisses, Vicky pulled off him.
CHAPTER 9
Vicky was happy that night that she didn't have to perform more for Frank. She felt that she had given plenty to most of the men and then some. She was trying to taper down her activities.
An idea came to her that if she could blow them and suck so much sperm out of their cocks she wouldn't have to perform all of the different acts. In that way she could have her money and relax more. For she felt that she'd been kept too busy what with working in the restaurant, giving Gus gratis sex now and then as well as satisfying her regular clientele of truckers.
She experimented the following night with a young man who had just begun the truck route.
"I hear you're the nicest girl in these parts," he began, "and I figured that maybe after you got through work I'd pay you a little visit."
"That would be nice," Vicky smiled, "of course, it'll cost you a little."
She always made it a point to whisper that so no one could hear.
"I know," he agreed.
The dark-skinned man with the brown eyes and wavy brown hair looked handsome to her. Vicky thought it might be a lot of fun to have him.
He introduced himself when he came to her place at two-fifteen in the morning.
"I'm Dale," he told her, "and I know your name. You're Vicky."
"Come right in, Dale," she told him. "Wouldn't it be fun to take a nice relaxing bath together?"
"I've never bathed with a woman before," he admitted, "but I guess it would be fun."
Vicky went into the bedroom and began undressing. Dale followed suit.
"One little item," Vicky smiled, "is money. Once we get the hundred dollars over with we don't have to talk about it again."
Dale nodded.
"Sure," he said pleasantly, "I have a couple of fifties here. However, sweetheart, I want you to do everything for that."
"That's understood," Vicky said.
She noticed when Dale pulled off his shorts he did have an enormous cock. She was hoping he wouldn't want to slide that up her rectum.
They got into the tub together after Vicky pulled off her panties. When Dale saw her shaved box he had to look at it closely.
"What happened to your pussy?" he asked curiously. i
"Haven't you ever seen a woman with a shaved one?" she asked.
"It's the first time," he told her.
"I think it looks rather nice," she smiled proudly as she patted herself.
"I think it looks delicious," Dale observed.
When they were in the tub she reached for Dale's cock. She enjoyed playing around with it. Taking the soap she got it where she could pull it up and down.
"I like your hand treatment, honey," he . told her, "you've got a real nice grip."
She pulled on his penis and he was getting more and more excited.
"I like to play with your tits while you're playing with my cock," he suggested.
"Of course," Vicky replied, "it's yours."
Reaching over he massaged the soap all around her breasts. Soon he'd created quite a suds. Reaching out with both hands he played with them.
"You're rough," she said as she felt his finger nails.
"Those tits are nice and soft," he smiled.
"They're gonna be all scratched up if you don't cut your nails," she complained.
Getting out of the tub they dried each other off. Going back to the bed Vicky pulled Dale by his penis. He loved her boldness.
"I hear you suck ass," he told her, "and I want you to suck mine."
"It would be a pleasure," Vicky turned to tell him.
She applied some body splash all over him and then he got on the bed. He positioned himself.
"I want to be on all fours," he told her, "so I can watch you slip that tongue up my ass-hole. Is that okay, sweetheart?"
"Certainly, Dale," she smiled, "if you enjoy it that way I am delighted to accommodate you."
Vicky mounted his ass with her tongue. Gripping his behind she pulled his ass cheeks apart so her tongue could slip up the crack. Then stiffening her tongue she stabbed it right up his ass-hole.
"Suck ass," he told her, "suck it. That's what I want you to do."
Vicky didn't miss a trick. Her hot tongue jabbed up his ass-hole as he became more and more intensely excited.
"I'll play with it," he said, "while you eat my ass out."
Reaching down he gripped his shaft. He pulled on it as she ate him.
"I like that sensation," he told her, "it is really something."
Vicky realized that soon he would be shooting. She pulled her tongue from his behind and got underneath him. She enjoyed sucking men off at this angle.
"This is a good position," he informed her. "I can look in the mirror. Oh, baby, take my cock. Take all of it. Every fucking sucking inch of it. Now suck it. Suck me off, baby."
Dale's big penis plunged into her mouth in rapid-fire movements.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Now, baby, now."
With hard driving movements he rode into her mouth and fucked her face.
"I want you to eat it when I shoot," he told her. "That's it. I want you to suck it off."
Using a milking motion with her mouth she played with his balls.
"It feels-great when you play with my nuts," he assured her. "That's what I want you to do. Play with me."
She went on fingering his balls and sucking his cock.
"Suck it for me," Dale begged, "suck it. Suck that big juicy cock. Oh, baby, suck it. Suck it off."
The truck-stop girl was performing splendidly. She was giving head as only she could. Dale was delighted that he had finally gotten to her. Plenty of men had told him they had never enjoyed a woman as uninhibited, as eager to satisfy every lust they felt, as Vicky. It was true. Vicky was blowing him as he had never been blown before.
"Eat it," he told her, "swallow my seed."
Seconds later his big penis exploded in her mouth. Greedily she gulped his cream.
"Suck it off," he told her, "suck that big juicy cock. That's the way to do it, baby, suck that cock off."
A couple more thrusts and he shot his wad. His balls rode merrily on her chin as he shot a steady stream of white cum into her mouth. She didn't immediately swallow it. Instead she tasted him. She liked the liquid sugary taste of his creamy cum.
"Eat it," he demanded, "eat every drop of it. Yes. That's what I want you to do. Suck that juicy cock. Suck it off. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck that cock off."
Vicky completed eating him and then reluctantly pulled off his penis. She patted his ass playfully and looked up at him.
"Did I do a good job?"
"The most," he told her. "You really have it all together. You know how to play with the balls and suck just right. I guess it's instinct."
"And experience," Vicky laughed.
She got off the bed and thought a drink might calm Dale down.
"Would you like something to drink?" she smiled slyly.
"Don't mind if I do," he admitted. "After a good fuck like that I feel the need of some refreshment."
A few moments later when Vicky and Dale sat sipping their drinks Dale revealed he was a married man.
"I've been married twice," he chuckled.
"What happened?" Vicky questioned him.
"At first," he told her, "I guess I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't like all of the responsibility. I didn't like this woman demanding that I come home and screw her when she wanted it. Imagine that. I told her to get lost."
"What happened?" Vicky asked him. "Did she leave you?"
"She left me flat," he told her. "Wrote me a nasty note and said she didn't want anything from me but a divorce."
"That was nice of her," Vicky smiled.
"I didn't have anything," he explained, "so it wasn't nice. All that mattered to me then was her."
"I'm sorry," she said, "and what about your wife number two?"
"It's better," he said, "but I'm still .not the marrying kind. I cheat when I see a woman that turns me on."
"That's true," Vicky said, "you do cheat But you could be forgiven because you feel the need of some sexual release like any other man.
And you don't want it all from the same pussy."
"It's normal for a man to play around," Dale nodded. "I don't think men should be corralled."
"You want your freedom," Vicky laughed. "You want the adventure of finding out what it feels like to slide into different pussy every now and then."
He laughed as she had put it so succinctly.
"That's true," he agreed. "I do yearn for new pastures. I get tired of feeding at the same old grounds."
"Will your wife do everything you want her to?" Vicky asked him.
"Everything but suck ass," he admitted. "She gives good head."
"That's nice," Vicky said, "it's so horrible when some of these women refuse to go down on you. And of course you like to eat her pussy."
"I love to," he smiled, "and right now I would love to try your shaved box for size."
"All right," Vicky replied, "how would it be if I straddled your face and pressed my pussy over your sweet mouth."
"Sounds tasty," he grinned.
Going back to the bed he stretched out on his back. Vicky wasted no time in climbing on him. Straddling him she pressed her pussy over his face.
"Eat me," she smiled, "just slide your tongue in there and whip it around. That's it. Oh, baby, that feels good."
She loved the double sensation of his tongue stabbing her pussy while his hands played with her bosoms.
"Keep it up, Dale," she begged him, "oh, sweetheart, you're gonna enjoy it when I get my multiple climaxes."
Dale knew that he would. He enjoyed eating pussy and she was quite a performer. Licking and probing and stabbing inside of her vagina with rhythmic tongue jabs as if his tongue had become a penis, he thrilled her.
"Oh, Dale," she bubbled, "you're killing me. Oh, I can't stand it. Stop it."
Dale refused to stop. He persisted in letting his tongue lave her. Suddenly she was unable to stand it. Reaching down she gripped his head and held him there as she juiced in his face.
Dale lapped her up, loving every drop of her.
When she unwrapped her legs from him she got off the bed and went over to the dresser. She poured herself a double shot. It was becoming evident to Vicky that she needed more drink. Apparently having so much sex gave her hot urges for more sex. Dale was getting turned on just looking at her ass cheeks.
"How about letting me slip it to you from behind?" he smiled as he went over to the dresser and stood behind her.
She felt his quivering cock between her ass cheeks and she knew it would be a pleasure and delight to let him slip it up there.
"You like the back door entrance?" she said, turning around and laughing.
"I always enjoy ass fucking," Dale said, "it's a tight way to make it."
"All right," she agreed, "if you want that you can have it"
They went back to the bed and Vicky pulled out the night stand drawer. She kept KY handy so it would be easy to lubricate the male penis.
Lubricating his cock she told him, "What position do you want?"
"I want you on your back with your legs over my shoulders," he smiled.
Vicky turned over on her back. She parted her legs and then he rested her ass cheeks on his thighs as he rode his slippery cock up her ass crack.
"Hang on, honey, I think it's gonna be a rough ride as I slide inside."
His big penis drove in with a hard stab.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it Fuck."
Vicky was thrilled now. For he was driving in with regular cock stabs. He was gripping her ass cheeks and enjoying himself. She pressed her legs tighter.
"Fuck me," she begged him, "Let me feel it. I want it way up there. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, I like your balls bouncing on me when you fuck my ass."
He was enjoying the sensations of the tight ass fuck as much as Vicky was. More than that he was delighted that he'd found a woman who loved it, too.
"Come on, sweetheart," he smiled, "swing your hips. That's it. Grind it for me. Oh, baby, don't be a dead ass. Oh, come on, fuck it. Match my tempo. When I drive it into you, you push it back to me."
Vicky did as she was told. As he stabbed his cock into her she pushed back.
"That's it," he told her. "Oh, baby, like that. Now you're doing it."
He looked in the mirror and enjoyed the reflection.
"It's beautiful," he exclaimed, "that's what I call fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it."
He was really enjoying it and so was she. Reaching forward now he played with her breasts. He watched the erotic delight sweeping across her face as his cock surged in.
"You like getting your ass fucked, don't you, baby?" he smiled as he kept on humping her.
"You know it, Dale," she said, "I live for sex. I'm ashamed to admit it but I love it as much as the men who are doing me."
"Nothing to be ashamed of," he told her. "I just wish more women enjoyed it like you do. Burns the hell out of me that they don't."
He went on stabbing his cock into her.
"When I stab it to the right," he explained, "swing your hips to the left. That's it. Oh, baby, I love it when you take my cock along for the ride."
Driving to the left, driving to the right, Vicky countered his motions.
"Now right on, baby," he exclaimed as he slammed straight forward as far up her rectum as he could make his cock slide.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed happily, "oh, baby, I'm there. I made it."
The hot cream gushed out of his cock head.
Vicky reached out and clutched the sheets as she felt the sperm shooting up her ass-hole.
"Oh, I like it when you're shooting in me," she said. "It feels so good to have my ass-hole lined with your cum."
When he pulled his penis out it was a swift trip. For all of the lubrication that he had provided made it easy.
CHAPTER 10
Vicky was proud of herself. Not only had she gotten a hundred dollars an hour but a ten-dollar tip as well. She looked at her bank account and smiled.
However, her smile was changed to a frown when Gus came to the door.
"Hi, Gus," she smiled, "how goes it?"
"All right I guess," he mumbled, "but I wish you'd let me have another time with Teddy."
For a second Vicky wanted to lash out and tell him to go to hell. She thought better of it, however, as she remembered how well her bank account was building.
A moment later Gus came back with Teddy.
"I would love to entertain you both," she smiled. "How's Teddy today?"
"I bought him a T-bone steak," he smiled, "and I thought I'd place it over your pussy. Then Teddy can eat your snatch."
"Certainly," she said, nervously.
Taking off her clothes had become a simple ritual for her. When she was bare ass naked she got on the bed and Gus, who was nearly undressed now, handed her the steak. She placed it over her pussy. Teddy wasted no time.
"Look at that dog go," Gus smiled as he pulled off his shorts and began jerking on himself.
The dog finished the steak and then Gus insisted, "Part your pussy, sweetheart, and let Teddy lick it."
Parting her pussy lips she watched Teddy's tongue as it stabbed into her.
"Eat her, boy," Gus said as he sat on the edge of the bed and cupped his balls in one hand and jerked with the other.
Teddy wasted no time. His tail wagged and his cock got hard as his tongue slipped inside of Vicky's open pussy.
"It tickles," she giggled as the big dog went on lapping away.
To her surprise she was getting excited. Instinct got her there. Soon she was gushing and Teddy was licking and lapping and enjoying himself.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he smiled, "now let me swing over your face and slip you my dick while Teddy's licking. We both can fuck you."
This was a new one for her. She never thought of having sex with the dog-and Gus at the same time. However, when Gus swung over and flipped his cock in her face she started licking quickly.
"Eat my prick," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby, eat it."
She was really excited.
"Suck that cock," Gus told her, "suck my big dick. That's it, sweetheart, suck the cream out of my cock."
Vicky's lips held Gus's cock head firm. Her tongue tickled the tip of it.
"What a cock sucker," Gus exclaimed. "No wonder those truckers like to come here. I don't blame them. Come on, sweetie, suck it. Suck that juicy big cock off."
She continued sucking on him. He was getting so stimulated now he was shaking.
"Eat it," he told her, "I want to see your cheeks pull in as you suck it and swallow it."
Vicky put on a good performance for Gus. With loud slobbering sucking sounds she made him think she was going crazy over his cock. She figured it would do his ego good. And it wouldn't do her bank account any harm either.
Giving Gus the cock suck he wanted proved valuable.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna give you a raise in salary. A waitress who can suck like that deserves a raise."
Slowly Gus pulled his penis from her mouth. The big dog had pulled away, too. And Vicky lay there alone.
"Being in this business is hard, honey," he told her. "I don't like to think old Gus is a whore-master or anything like that. I didn't get into this deliberately, you know. It happened by accident. I had this restaurant here and then they put a truck route right in front of my place. The truckers stopped and I made it convenient for them with the motel. Some of my waitresses started going to bed with them and soon we had a business going."
"You really don't have to apologize, Gus," Vicky smiled. "I think your operation here provides a valuable service. What would men do if they couldn't get their rocks off?"
"A very good point," he replied.
When Gus had gone and Vicky was alone she was tormented. She felt she'd become a sexual pawn. She knew she needed help. Where to go to get the help was the next question.
That evening she met someone in the restaurant who helped her. A lovely girl that used to work as a topless performer was stopping by for the night.
"They used to call me Tillie, Tops in Tits," Tillie laughed.
"That's a pretty clever tag," she told her.
"You don't know what it's like swinging your ass in front of those guys and flipping your breasts around," Tillie complained. "I really am bored with that kind of life."
"You could help me," Vicky said nervously. "When I get off work tonight, Tillie, I wish the two of us could get together."
"Sure, baby," she said, "we can have a little nightcap."
Tillie showed up at her place about ten after two. Tillie carried along a silver flask in her purse and smiled as she pulled it out.
"This always helps a person sleep," she smiled.
The two girls started talking and Vicky was frank and open.
"I've been worrying about something, Tillie," she acknowledged. "I'm getting hooked on sex. I look at these truckers and the next thing I know I think of going to bed with them."
"I was gonna ask you if this was a good-base of operation," Tillie said. "Ever since they closed off those topless bars I've been looking for work."
"For that sort of thing," she acknowledged, "it's a tremendous place to work. But I don't want to go on living like this myself. I have too much respect."
"You've got the wrong idea," Tillie snapped. "What you have failed to realize is that you are offering a valuable service to these men. What would they do if they didn't get a fuck?"
"I've argued that way myself," Vicky admitted, "but I was only kidding myself. I know the truth. The truth of the matter is I'm a slut. I don't care who I do or what I do. As long as I get my price. I'm a whore."
"Don't ever say another word like that," Tillie exclaimed as she slapped her hand over Vicky's mouth. "Those are ugly evil words."
"Oh, Tillie," Vicky sobbed as she threw her arms around her, "I'm so glad I can confide in you. Of course, I have to keep up a good front for the men who want to have their sex kicks."
"I know, dear," Tillie said hugging her closely.
As she felt Tillie's huge breasts pressing against her own, she was startled to discover that fantastic sexual pleasure erupted within her own body.
"Oh, baby," Tillie said happily, "you have no idea how much you mean to me."
It was obvious to both girls that they wanted to go to bed together. However, it was a completely new experience for Vicky and she didn't know how to relate to it.
"I want to love you all over," Tillie said. "I want to lick away the wounds."
"I'm not a lesbian," Vicky said softly, "that wouldn't be right for me."
"How do you know you're not?" Vicky asked, opening her purse and pulling out a dildo with straps.
"You carry your dildo with you?" she asked in surprise.
"It's good to have one handy whenever you need it," Tillie smiled.
Tillie wasted no time in monkey business. She began undressing.
"My, what gorgeous breasts you have," Vicky exclaimed when Tillie had removed her bra.
"I know you have a beautiful body, too, Vicky," she smiled as she reached down and pulled off her panties.
At this point Vicky was eager to display herself. She took off everything and stood there with a big smile on her face.
"You're hot for me, aren't you, baby?" her girl friend grinned.
"You know I am," she smiled happily.
It didn't take long for the two girls to press their bodies against each other. Pulling her mouth away from Vicky's, Tillie whispered, "Do you want me to wear the dildo or would you like to try it?"
"Mind if I try it?" Vicky asked.
"Not at all," Tillie shrugged as she lay on the bed on her back.
She got a big charge out of watching Vicky strap the dildo onto herself. Vicky was curious to know what she looked like. Going over to the mirror she marveled at her reflection.
"That's what I would look like if I were a man," she laughed.
Coming back she got on the bed and straddling her girl friend she slowly eased the dildo head into her pussy. She watched as Tillie's pussy gripped it and squeezed it.
"Fuck me, baby," Tillie smiled.
Vickie loved the sensation of her bosoms pressing against Tillie's great breasts. More than that she enjoyed pressing her lips on Tillie's lips. For Tillie was putting affection into the act.
"I can't believe it," Vicky said, pulling away momentarily. "Another woman and me. And I'm enjoying it. That's the strangest thing. I'm really enjoying this."
"Certainly you are, darling," Tillie smiled, "and why shouldn't you?"
Tillie was massaging Vicky's behind as Vicky pumped her dildo into her.
"Fuck in rapid movements, dear," Tillie insisted.
Vicky was discovering there were various ways to stab the dildo.
"Fuck it," she told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Fuck it."
With their arms wrapped around each other and Vicky's dildo insistently pushing into Tillie, Tillie locked her legs around Vicky.
"Now we just massage each other's breasts," Tillie smiled as she let her breasts brush over Vicky's beautiful bosoms.
It didn't take long before Tillie couldn't stand it. She was excited and delighted that she had gotten Vicky into the act.
"Fuck me," she begged her, "fuck me hard. Fuck me good. Now you're doing it. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes. Fuck me, baby."
The tremendous erotic pleasure that she felt was carrying her ever closer to a climax.
"I'm cuming," she gasped. "Oh, baby, I made it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I'm cuming."
The two girls were rejoicing and juicing.
"So am I," Vicky said softly.
It was at this moment they had found each other. Their lips pressed in a soul kiss and then Vicky pulled away.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "always be close to me. I need a woman."
After she pulled off her and she took a shower, she was surprised. For Tillie still wasn't satisfied.
"Do you ever have a woman eat your box?" Tillie asked casually.
"No, I can't say that I have," she told her frankly.
"It's a unique experience, dear," she assured her, "and you ought to try it."
"Would you like to eat me?" Vicky asked as she was sure that was what Tillie had in mind.
"I would love to," she told her, "but if you don't mind I would like to use a few of my own ideas."
"What do you have in mind?" Vicky asked curiously.
"I would like to use one of my pussy jellies for yours," she explained. "Champagne is my favorite taste."
"Wonderful," Vicky told her. "I would like to be introduced to these pussy jellies. I could use them in my performances with the men."
"Of course you could," she told her. "These truckers may like beer in their pussy and you can always get beer flavor, too."
"Let's do a sixty-nine," Vicky suggested, "and I can have the champagne out of your pussy and you can have it out of mine."
It didn't take Tillie long to pull the assortment of flavors out of her purse. There they were. Champagne, beer, lemon, lime, raspberry and black cherry.
It got Vicky to laughing as she thought about it.
"People are really funny, aren't they?" she smiled.
"You'd better believe it," Tillie told her. At this point she got a big charge out of her girl friend. For she got down between her legs and told her, "Please part your pussy lips."
"As you want me to," Vicky replied.
With a plastic spoon she applied the champagne pussy jelly.
When she had finished Vicky told her she wanted to pick her flavor.
"Black cherry for me," she said as she picked up the small container.
She got over her girl friend's crotch and as she spread, she applied the black cherry.
It made Vicky laugh to see what was happening.
"This is too much," she told her, "it really is."
They angled their bodies so they could have a fast sixty-nine.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight, "we're having a ball. This is so much fun."
They were really going to enjoy themselves now. For each girl was as uninhibited as could be.
"Eat my pussy," Tillie purred as she watched her girl friend slipping her tongue between her slit.
Immediately Vicky tasted the black cherry. It added to the delight of eating pussy. It was her first experience. Now she knew the sensation that the men were achieving when they were loving her and licking her there.
"How do you like my pussy?" Tillie smiled happily.
Momentarily taking her tongue out of her slit, Vicky replied, "Delicious, darling."
Returning to eating at her pussy she observed how Tillie went to town with her tongue.
Tillie held onto her ass cheeks tightly and inserted her tongue with vigorous stabbing movements. Tillie was enjoying the champagne taste in Vicky's pussy. The two girls were interlocked in a loving attitude.
"Ohhh, baby," Tillie groaned, "this is fantastic."
They were really enjoying themselves now.
Massaging each other's asses, they continued whipping their tongues around inside of each other until Vicky began juicing. The champagne mingling with her love juices provided a delectable taste treat for Tillie. Tillie's tongue had often lapped up other women.
Using her special kit of flavors added a new dimension of delight. At the same time Vicky was juicing, Tillie got stimulated and she came, too. The black cherry coupled with the delicious tasting pussy juices added to her delight and pleasure.
The two women ate at each other like hungry bear cubs.
When they pulled their tongues out of each other they lay there resting on each other's thigh.
"How many guys have done this to you?" Tillie asked curiously.
"More than I would care to admit," Vicky said emphatically.
"I'm sure they enjoyed you," Tillie sighed, "as licking you, darling, has been one of the erotic treats of my lifetime."
"Oh, Tillie," Vicky said, "I can't understand myself. I know that I'm normal and all. But having sex with you has meant much more than a lot of those good-for-nothing men. Really, baby, I get disgusted with them. They refuse to show any affection. They figure it is unmanly to display any emotion toward a tramp like me."
"Don't you ever say that again as long as you live," Tillie insisted. "You're no tramp, baby, and I have a great place for you in my heart."
"Oh, Tillie," Vicky said, "I've waited for words like that."
The two girls embraced and kissed each other's pussy. Slipping their tongues into each other's slit as if they were French kissing brought waves of erotic delight to both of them.
When they finally pulled away from each other's crotch they threw their arms around each other and pressed their bosoms together.
"Why don't you come live with me?" Vicky suggested. "We can both work here at the truck stop. There's plenty of business here."
"All right, baby," she said, "and every time we make it with those damned truckers, we'll be thinking of each other. That's business. When we make it, it's pleasure, baby."
"You know it is," Vicky told her emphatically. "Everything else in between is rotten and terrible."
They kissed again and Vicky was crying for joy. At last she had found someone with whom she could communicate.
"We could fix this place up," Vicky said, "we could live together."
"What will that horrible Gus think?" Tillie shrugged. "He's such a monster."
"Don't worry about Gus," Vicky told her. "As long as I keep Teddy happy it's all right with him."
"Who on earth is Teddy?" Tillie questioned.
"Teddy is Gus's dog," she laughed.
"So you've gone to the dogs?" Tillie laughed. "Well, baby, we have to do a lot of things to keep body and soul together, don't we?"
"You'd better believe it," her girl friend replied. "And it makes me want to throw up. However, I will not be defeated. I will do what I must do."
Pressing together they kissed passionately.
CHAPTER ll
Tillie decided she would speak to Gus the following day. She went into his office and requested, "I would like to work here."
"I don't know as you're the type for this place," Gus said, shaking his head. "We need girls who are very uninhibited, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," she told him. "Your fame has spread, Gus."
"Right now I don't have an opening," he said, "you must realize that jobs like this are in demand. There are plenty of women who will ball for a good price. And that's what I'm talking about here. The price is right, if you know what I mean."
"Of course I know what you mean, Gus," she told him, "and I am sure that I can satisfy all your customers."
"You might try to satisfy my waitresses, too," Gus said, giving her the eye.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tillie said innocently.
"I think you do," he said. "You were making eyes at one of my best girls last night. And she should have been going to bed with a trucker. Instead, she had sex with you."
"Did you ever think of minding your own business, Gus?" she demanded.
"That's just it, Tillie," he told her emphatically, "I was minding my own business. And my business is seeing to it that these girls perform."
"Did you ever hear of a girl act?" she asked.
"I don't go in for anything debased," Gus protested angrily.
"Knock it off," Tillie chuckled. "What about your dog act? Isn't that a bit debased?"
"Apparently you've been talking to Vicky," he snapped. "That little bitch always did have a big mouth."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Gus," she told him, "teaching Vicky bad tricks."
"Vicky is a nice girl," he said, "and she isn't afraid to entertain me."
"Maybe," Tillie argued, "if you would take me on your business would increase. I have a beautiful body and I'm not afraid of doing anything."
"I didn't figure you would be," he told her, "but I can't be bothered. I've got too many problems of my own."
"Listen, Gus," Tillie snapped, "a lot of men like to see two girls going down on each other. If you had me here you would draw that crowd."
Gus thought about it a moment.
"I really should get a part of your salary," he quipped. "I've got a big investment in this place. If it weren't for all of the money I put out to make this truck stop a nice place, girls like you couldn't make money."
"We could put it another way," Tillie told him emphatically. "If it wasn't for the fact that the place is loaded with hustlers, you wouldn't have all the men stopping here, would you?"
Gus saw that he was defeated.
"All right, Tillie," he told her, "I suppose
I should be flattered that you want to work here so bad."
"Don't flatter yourself, Gus," Tillie smiled smugly, "it's the money."
"I had it figured that way," he told her. "Maybe some day I'll ask you and Teddy to turn on for me, sweetheart."
"No way," she shook her head with a sardonic smile. "I'm not a dog fucker."
Gus was angry. He thought of Teddy as much more than a dog. He didn't like the way Tillie told him off.
However, he was certain that Tillie was on the make for Vicky. Realizing Vicky was his number one girl, he figured he ought not make too big a fuss.
That evening Tillie went to work. When Vicky saw her standing down the corridor from her, she winked.
"Hi," Vicky smiled.
The two girls didn't do much talking during their work hours. They recognized they were there for business. It didn't take Tillie long to turn on the men. She knew exactly what to do.
All of the sudden Vicky found herself getting jealous. She did her best to restrain her jealousy but she couldn't help it
Immediately Gus caught onto this. He got
Vicky aside and told her, "I'm sorry I ever brought Tillie around here. She's a bad influence."
Vicky said nothing. Vicky was determined that she was going to get a trucker for herself. It bothered her to see Tillie make out and note she couldn't.
She went back to work determined to get a trucker. She did what Tillie did. She unzipped her white nylon waitress's uniform a little farther and bent over. If that didn't do it, she figured she could always whisper something to a potential customer to turn him on. She didn't have to, however, for a muscular trucker came in a little while later and only had eyes for Vicky.
"I see your name is Vicky," he told her, "that's a nice uniform you've got. Nice that your name is on it so I can get acquainted quicker."
"It's a shame you truckers don't have your name on your uniforms," she replied.
"My name is Steve," he smiled.
"Pleased to meet you, Steve," Vicky said as she finished taking his order. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"Yes, there is," he said, "Lean over here, honey, and I'll tell you."
As she leaned over he whispered in her ear, "A piece of nice tight pussy would help me.
"We don't serve that over the counter," she said without showing any emotion.
"I didn't think you would," he chuckled, "but I would like to come to your place when you get off here. What time do you break?"
"I can't take time during a break," she told him. "I get off work at two A.M."
"That's all right," Steve assured her. "I'll just get some shut-eye and feel more like it."
"All right," Vicky replied, giving Steve her room number.
When she looked away from Steve she observed that Tillie was watching. Tillie looked disturbed. Gus noted what was happening and was so upset he walked into the kitchen.
After work Vicky went to her room and Tillie was there.
"Why don't we split this scene?" Tillie suggested. "I don't think it's a good place for you. I am sorry I ever agreed to go along with it."
"You didn't look sorry early in the evening," Vicky reminded her. "One guy was watching you and you were doing your best to catch his attention. I suppose you had a date."
"I do," she admitted, "but I wish it was my last date. After I get a little money, maybe we can get out of here. What do you say?"
"I'm sorry," Vicky informed her flatly, "but I am happy with what I'm doing. I have no intention of quitting now."
"I thought you'd say that," Tillie told her as she got to her feet and walked away.
As Vicky watched Tillie stride away she did feel upset. She recognized Tillie cared for her. Realizing that she couldn't be loyal to anyone anymore annoyed her a bit. Her only loyalty was to herself.
A short time later Steve came to her room.
"Hi, gorgeous," Steve broadly grinned at her.
"Come right in, Steve," she replied.
If there was one thing that Vicky had learned, it was to mask her emotions. No matter .how torn up she felt, she knew she could never let on to anyone that something was bothering her.
"You've got a nice place here," Steve smiled as he sat down.
"It's functional," she told him.
Steve was determined that he was going to get better acquainted with her. And he wanted to do that fast. Unzipping his fly he didn't pull out his penis but looked up at her curiously.
"Don't take it out until you know the price you must pay," she said crisply.
All at once she was thinking of Tillie. There was a tug at her heart strings as she recognized the trucker sitting before her had one thing in mind and one thing only. That was where to bury his penis.
"How much, sweetheart," he asked, as if he already knew.
"It'll cost you," she said. "Twenty bucks for a hand job. Fifty for a cock suck, and a hundred bucks if you want me all night."
"I want everything," he told her, "and I'm willing to pay."
"It's good you are," she assured him, "as I have to live."
"You've got to live in style," Steve told her. "From what the truckers tell me you make a pretty good haul yourself."
"I'm not complaining," she told him, "I have not experienced a recession in my business."
"No, I'm sure you haven't," Steve smiled as he unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants.
When she looked at his huge cock she hoped that he wouldn't suggest anal sex. He flipped it in his hands a couple of times and then she reminded him, "You still have your shirt and jacket on."
"I'll take them off," he said, "I'm just working my prick up so you can get a load of it when it stands up nice and rigid."
It didn't take long for Steve to pump his cock up to where it stood by itself.
"You've got a nice one," she told him, "and it'll be a pleasure to service you, Steve."
Long ago Vicky had learned that it was wise to say congratulatory comments as the men exposed themselves and were hoping for compliments. In her case, however, it wasn't a put-on. She really was turned on when she looked at his huge thick pulsating penis. She wanted to get going on it quickly. She hoped that he would ask her to blow him immediately as she was curious to know what he would taste like. Having had so many men cum in her mouth she had developed a craving for sperm.
"Baby," he smiled, "Let's go in the bedroom. We can roll around on the bed. I like to wrestle with the women I fuck."
She hoped that he wouldn't be rough.
Vicky turned and walked into the bedroom. She undressed slowly and questioned him a bit.
"You're not a sadist, are you?" she smiled through her fear.
"Of course not," he smiled back at her, "I will say I like to lash my belt across a nice bare ass. But nothing real rough."
"I hope not," Vicky told him emphatically, "because I'm fragile. I break easily."
When she had completely undressed he walked over to her, reached out and felt of her bosoms.
"They're nice and soft," he told her, "and I'll bet you're nice and soft inside, too."
Before she knew what was happening, he plunged his cock into her and she was astraddle him.
"I like to fuck standing up," he told her, "oh, baby, this is beautiful. Rub those great big tits across my chest. Yes, fuck it."
It was an unusual position for Vicky. She couldn't remember another trucker who had ever loved her like this. His hands massaged her ass cheeks while his cock rode in with vigorous stabs.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "grab it with your pussy muscles. That's how it's done. Fuck it."
He rode into her with vigorous cock stabs. She supplied the rhythm by twisting her hips. He pinched her ass cheeks when he wanted her to wiggle this way and that.
"You've got a nice fucking technique worked out here," she told him.
"I know where it's at. You bet your ass I do," he assured her.
She looked into his brown eyes and he looked into her blue eyes. There was an acknowledgment of sexual excitement exchanged between them.
"I never knew I'd ever find a girl who could fuck like you," he told her emphatically. "Oh, baby, you sure know how to wiggle. Wiggle that ass."
He watched in the mirror. His hands were clasping her bare buttocks and he was thrusting vigorously. It wouldn't be much longer she knew, until his big gun exploded. Vickie was disappointed. She wanted to taste the first load of cream in her mouth. But it was not her choice. She had to do what they wanted her to.
"Oh, baby, now," he exclaimed as he suddenly started stabbing with feverish piston-like movements. The cock was slipping in her juices as he rode her to climax.
"I'm cuming," he said, gripping her ass cheeks tightly.
She pressed her thighs around his waist and let her feet feel of his back.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "fuck. Fuck hard."
At this point he came. Vicky made it a point to milk him.
"Keep up that motion," he told her, "I like that real good. Yea, baby, that's how you do it. Fuck it, sweetheart."
Making milking motions with her vagina she got him all the way off.
When she slipped off him some of his cum dripped on the floor.
"Messy," she smiled as she went to the bathroom, got a washcloth and wiped it off.
At this point her trucker lover wanted to take a shower with her.
"It would be fun," she told him.
Getting in the shower together provided a lot of excitement for them both. He was happy to accommodate her and washed her wherever she told him to.
"I want you to lick my ass," Vicky suggested, "so wash it, sweetheart."
She turned around and he let the soap slide over her smooth round ass cheeks. Slipping it between her ass crack he told her to grip it.
"Just like you want me to grip your cock, no doubt," she turned to smile at him.
"You're a mind reader, Vicky," he told her. "You know everything I want to do to you."
When he had finished washing her there, he washed her pussy and washed her bosoms.
Then she began on him. She massaged the soap into his broad-shouldered chest. Then she made a trail with the soap down to his penis. She gripped his balls with one hand and let the soap slide over his cock with the other.
"Oh, baby," he said enthusiastically, "we are really gonna have a good time of it. I can hardly wait to slide it in you."
"Turn around," she ordered him, "and I'll wash your ass out. You want me to suck it, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," he said eagerly, "I haven't had my ass licked since I was in Saigon."
"I enjoy doing everything," Vicky smiled, "that's why my price is high. But it's worth it."
She let the soap slide down his bare buttocks and then she slipped it in his ass crack. The water sprayed him there when he bent over and then Vicky pulled the soap away.
Getting out of the shower they dried each other off. The big trucker carried the trim blonde back to the bedroom. He spread her out on the bed and he told her, "You just lie on your back, sweetheart, and I'm gonna show you what I can do for you."
He began massaging her back gently and then he let his fingers slip between her ass crack. He got down there and began pressing her ass cheeks feverishly. The next thing she knew she felt the trucker's tongue slipping up her ass-hole.
"I like that," she told him coyly. "Oh, baby, you know how to do a woman."
To prove just how much he knew about exciting a woman, he slipped a finger into her vagina and excited her that way while his tongue continued stabbing in and out of her tight anal opening.
She turned over quickly as she knew she would be juicing in a minute.
"Oh, baby," she begged passionately, "you've got to eat me. Get down there, pussy eater. Suck my pussy."
He brought his mouth even with her pussy lips. His tongue licked along her slit. Soon he was stabbing inside of her. She loved the sensation of the tongue jabbing into her.
"Yes, yes, baby," she told him, "eat my pussy, darling."
Reaching down she guided his head. It was a pleasure to watch his pink tongue sliding in and out of her there.
"Eat it," she begged, "oh, darling, eat my snatch."
She locked her legs around him and watched joyously.
Suddenly she was juicing. Cuming in multiples, Vicky held his face pinned over her pussy until she had completely juiced.
When he withdrew he looked at her.
"Now I want to be loved all over," he said, "I want you to massage my back with your breasts."
"Yes, yes," she enthused, "I want to make you as excited as I know how. I'm dedicated to thrills."
The big trucker spread out on his stomach. Vicky straddled his body. She bent over and let her bosoms brush over his back. He loved the sensation.
"Nice," he smiled as he watched, "press them down harder. That's it. Oh, baby, I love that. Do that."
She was pleasing him now. He was pleasing her, too.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you really know how to excite a man."
He continued wiggling his ass and she knew what he expected. She pressed her bosoms over his buttocks. He arched upward.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "massage my ass as you get set to let your tongue lick it"
Vicky massaged his firm round buttocks.
Then she pleased him as she let her tongue slide up his ass-hole. He loved the sensation of her tongue gliding up his behind.
"Suck my ass-hole," the trucker told the waitress, "suck it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Oh, no wonder men go wild over you. Come on. Oh, sweetheart, suck my ass-hole."
His voice was building in a crescendo of excitement as her frenzied tongue frantically stabbed up his behind. He was wiggling all about and his balls were swelling. This was the way that Vicky liked to see a man perform.
"Oh, lock your mouth on my cock," he begged. "Oh, baby, it's time to swing it into you."
Reluctantly the waitress pulled her tongue out of the trucker's anal opening. He turned over and she grabbed his cock eagerly.
"That's your hunk of meat, baby," he smiled as he stabbed it to her. "Now start licking. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. Suck that big dick of mine. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, baby, suck that big juicy cock. Suck it off. Get the cream out of it, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck it off."
As she went on sucking, her head bobbed up and down on his penis. He put his hands behind his head and watched her.
"Oh, you're thirsty, sweetheart," he told her, "you need to get some liquid refreshment. Oh, baby, it's all right there in my balls. It's gonna shoot in a minute. Suck, sweetheart, suck."
All of the sudden he juiced in her face. As the hot creamy sperm flashed into her mouth Vicky let it slide down her throat.
"Eat my seed," the trucker panted as he pumped, "eat it, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes."
His frenzied cries propelled her to suck him so hard he shot her a double load. The trucker's arms reached out and his hands gripped Vicky's head. He loved the feel of her silky blonde hair as her velvet mouth movements got his gun off again.
"Oh, I'm being sucked out like I've never been sucked before," he told her. "Eat me. Eat my seed. Oh, baby, I need it. I need it bad."
Slipping off his thick cock Vicky patted his ass.
"I enjoyed it," she said happily. "I could tell you did from the way you sucked me," he smiled happily.
CHAPTER 12
The next morning Tillie put it on the line.
"I've packed my bags," she told Vicky, "and I'm ready to leave this place. I think we should head for Nevada. I know a wonderful madame that would give us a real opportunity to make money. Marge used to be in the bar business. Now she's gone into the house of flowers operation."
"I'm not going to be a whore," Vicky said. "I'm sorry."
"I've got news for you," Tillie laughed, "you are a whore."
It made Vicky so mad to hear her tell the truth she wanted to slap her face.
"Does it come as a great shock to you, darling?" Tillie demanded.
"Not exactly," she shrugged.
"Honey," Tillie said sadly, "we all seem to live in our illusions. You are heading for a crack-up. You're not facing up to life as it is."
"I can take care of myself," Vicky said in an acid voice.
"Can you?" Tillie asked sadly. "I hope so, my dear."
"You bet I can," Vicky assured her. "All I want to be is left alone."
It was painfully clear to Vicky that Tillie was trying to lure her away from Gus's place. Gus, aware of the fact, was waiting a few rooms down.
When Tillie came out by herself, Gus smiled. He walked with her as she went to her car.
"Guess you didn't score," Gus told her in a snide voice.
"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snapped. "You've made a tramp out of that lovely girl."
"That's better than making a lesbian out of her," Gus said.
"Don't talk to me," she shrieked, "you get your kicks watching her screw your dog, Teddy. At least I wouldn't ask her to fuck a dog."
"She might enjoy Teddy's cock more than your dildo," Gus snapped.
Guests at the motel heard them arguing. Vicky came out. Tears were streaming down her face as she saw Gus making such a fuss with Tillie.
She couldn't look at it anymore. She turned and went back into her bedroom. She started sobbing. No one could understand, and no one could console her. She was alone. Painfully alone and she knew it.
That evening Vicky went to work as if nothing had happened. She put on a new uniform and even opened a bottle of fresh cologne. She figured that she had no way out. The only thing she could do was go on.
It was a busy evening with quite a few men in the place. One young trucker caught her eye. She deliberately went over to him and figured she could give him the big play.
"How's the highway tonight?" she asked him. "Are they still trying to stop you if you go over fifty-five miles an hour?"
"They're still trying," the trucker laughed, "but we've got it beat. We have radios in our cabs and we let each other know when an officer is patrolling a stretch of highway."
"That's nice," she smiled, "I suppose you truckers can't be slowed down. You're pretty fast guys."
"Fast on the highway and fast in bed, baby," he told her, "my name is Ray. Glad to meet you, Vicky."
"Glad to meet you, Ray," she smiled as Gus observed her.
Gus didn't say anything as long as she didn't neglect a customer. However, some more truckers were just coming in and she had to leave. Ray grabbed her by the wrist and told her, "Don't leave. Not yet. Let's get together tonight"
"You're hurting me," she said nervously as she noticed Gus giving her the eye.
"Please," he said, with feeling.
"Yes," she replied. "If you want to."
Hastily she went to wait on the other men. Fortunately all they wanted was coffee and pie. Returning to Ray she told him quietly, "I'll give you my room number on this napkin. You can come there a little after two."
"All right," he replied.
She was happy when he did show up in the early hours of the morning.
Opening the door she stood there in her see-through negligee and watched Ray's eyes light up.
"Come right in," she smiled.
"You're just as beautiful as I heard you were," he told her.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked with a pleasant smile.
"Yes, I would enjoy a drink," he admitted. "I get bolder when I've had some booze."
"You don't have to be real bold with me," Vicky said smoothly. "I like quiet guys. They run deep, sweetheart."
He smiled at her.
"You can take that two ways," he grinned, "and with you, baby, I would like to run deep just one way."
"What would you like to drink, Ray?" she asked, paying no attention to his sexual innuendo.
"Just give me a beer," he said.
She gave him a beer and then she sat down and sipped her bourbon.
"How long have you been driving?" she asked.
"Just a couple of years," Ray informed her. "Just getting used to it."
"It's good money," she said. "Yes, it is," Ray nodded, "and I guess you make pretty good money, too, don't you, baby?"
"I'm well paid," Vicky replied.
Ray wanted to see her undress and told her he wanted her to do a slow strip.
Vicky hated to waste time as she thought perhaps she could turn a couple of tricks in a night.
"If there's anything I hate," Ray told her, "it's rushing in sex."
Slowly Vicky removed her clothing. When he caught sight of her well-formed breasts and her shaved box he was out of his mind.
He went over to Vicky and dropped on his knees. He examined her pussy closely. Parting her pussy lips he let his tongue slip in.
"You're beautiful," he exclaimed hungrily, "and I'm just the guy to eat your snatch."
Reaching down she guided Ray's head.
"Come on, tiger," she told him, "show me some love. I need a lot of love."
There was no doubt in her mind what she needed. Ray's tongue pumped in vigorously. Vicky's hands ran through his hair as he energetically ate her.
"Come on, pussy eater," she exclaimed, "perform your act."
Ray performed. She loved the way he drove his tongue in there. He would lick quickly, slow down, and alternate his pace.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you've got a sweet-tasting box."
When he had finished getting her there and licked her juicing vagina, he got to his feet. His gigantic cock appealed to her. She stroked it hard a couple of times and tugged on him as she pulled him to the bedroom. All the way to the bedroom Ray was watching her ass wiggle.
When he got there he told her, "There's one thing I've always wanted to do," he smiled, "and that is stab it in from behind. But first I want you to do a little licking and sucking on my ass-hole, sweetheart. I'd really love that."
"All right," she agreed.
She got on the bed and Ray sat down on her. She was delighted that he was willing to do an ass-sucking sixty-nine.
"I'll eat out your ass," he suggested, "if you eat mine."
He bent over. His hot tongue stabbed up her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, Ray, baby," Vicky exclaimed excitedly, "you don't know how delicious that feels to me. Oh, baby, pump your tongue up there. Just like that. All around. Lick it, baby."
While Ray was licking Vicky's behind, she started playing with his. First she massaged his ass cheeks. Then parting his ass crack she slowly eased her tongue up his ass-hole.
"Suck it," Ray said, taking time out from his own ass-eating activity, "eat my ass-hole. That's it baby. Stab it up there."
Vicky's tongue pumped hard up his rectum. She wiggled it around and tickled his balls while she was sucking his ass out.
"I can't take much of that," Ray said. "You d better open your mouth and let me slip it to you, baby, and fast."
Vicky quickly opened her mouth. Ray stabbed his cock into her mouth.
"Suck me, baby," he told her, "suck me good, sweetheart. That's the way to do it. Suck, baby, suck."
She was sucking him now and he was enjoying it immensely.
"That's the way you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my prick. Come on, baby, eat my hot dick. Eat it!"
He was ramming it down her throat. Caressing the head of his shaft against the velvety softness of her throat had him intoxicated with sexual and lusty desire.
"Suck my cock," he told her, "suck it, baby. Oh, yes, get all the cream out of my dick."
He was ramming it to her now with lusty, driving movements.
"Come on, dick eater," he exclaimed happily, "get all the juice. Drain it."
The hot cream shot in a steady stream. It flooded her mouth and it dripped from the corners of her lips. Ray was so stimulated he went to eating her pussy. He wanted a quick sixty-nine. She massaged his ass cheeks as she finished sucking off his cock. At the same time he played with her ass while he went to work with his tongue on her hot pussy.
He was able to elicit another climax from her steaming vagina and he congratulated himself.
Pulling his tongue out of her, he noticed she was still sucking on the head of his penis.
"You've drained it," he laughed as she finally slid off his cock head.
They rolled over and lay at an angle so they could look at each other's privates.
"You're a talented chick," he told her. "You got so much juice out of my dick I don't know whether I can stick it up your ass-hole or not."
This disappointed her. For she thought it would be an interesting experience to see if Ray's huge cock could make it.
"Maybe if I pump on it," she suggested, "it will spring back to life."
"You can try," he agreed.
Reaching over to his penis she began pumping with steady movements.
"Oh, Ray," she exclaimed happily, "it's coming back to life."
Reaching for some KY, she lubricated his shaft. She even added some of the KY to his balls and played with them.
"I like it when you pull on my prick and fondle my nuts," he said. "With all of that nice slick stuff on it, it feels good."
Even though Vicky enjoyed doing this she wanted Ray to get his rocks off in her ass-hole.
"I'm ready, Ray," she smiled softly as she lay on her side.
Ray pushed one leg over farther and slipped his cock between her ass cheeks.
"This will hurt at first, honey," he told her, "but once it gets in there you'll love it."
"Shove it!" Vicky panted. "I want to feel it riding up there, baby."
Encouraged by her words, Ray gave it a good hard jab.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure got a smooth ass. Oh, I like sliding my prick into you. What a feeling this is giving me."
He pumped hard.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck. Oh, yes. That's the way to do it. Fuck."
In and out Ray's slick sliding cock drove. She wiggled her butt for him. He reached round to play with her bosoms while he fucked her ass-hole.
"You're a real great screw," he told her, "it's really fun to ball with you, baby."
"I'm glad you enjoy it," she said, churning her hips around. "Keep fucking."
Encouraged by her words, Ray reached down to her pussy. He pumped harder now. His hands felt of her moist vagina.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "fuck, baby, fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck!"
In and out his rock-hard cock drove. She was getting more and more stimulated.
"Baby, let's make it together," he suggested as he slid his fingers into her vagina.
As he drove them into her, she felt electrical thrills shooting through her body. Getting fucked from two directions pleased her. Ray's fingers manipulated her clitoris perfectly.
"Keep doing that," she begged, "oh, yes, more, baby, more. Shove it in there."
Ray rode his cock in to the hilt, his balls bouncing on her buttocks as he slammed it to climax.
"I'm exploding," he panted. "Oh, baby, you milked more juice out of my pecker. I didn't think I could get any more out of it tonight."
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed, "oh, baby, we're in perfect sync. You've got me all revved up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Keep fucking me."
Ray finally realized she couldn't get enough. Apparently she was a nympho. He didn't care. He was enjoying it.
Just then the door opened. Vicky looked up and to her horror she saw Tillie.
"Tillie," she exclaimed nervously, "what are you doing here?"
"I've come back to even a few scores, baby," she said as she reached in her purse.
Pulling out a pistol she pointed it at the two of them.
"You're out of your mind," Ray exclaimed as he pulled his penis out of Vicky.
His cock went limp as he lunged for Tillie's gun. Just then Tillie pulled the trigger.
"So long, bastard," she exclaimed as the man shrieked in pain.
Seconds later Gus was in the room.
"I knew there'd be trouble with you," Gus said as he grabbed her and pinned her to the floor.
"Call the police," Gus shouted angrily, "and do it fast."
It didn't take Vicky long to notify the police. Moments later they took Ray's dead body to the morgue. Tillie was taken to jail on a murder rap.
As Vicky sat there with Gus after they had both been taken away, she wept bitterly.
"I told you, you'd come to no good with that tramp," Gus reminded her.
"I guess you were right, Gus," Vicky sobbed, "I should never have become involved with her."
