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Her father is a silent partner in Tony's trucking business so he found in the end that Loretta always got whatever Loretta wanted, including Tony... (MF, mexican) *** The late model Kenworth tractor with the 46-foot empty flatbed trailer eased into the expansive oiled parking area. A few security lights on two poles and the metal building lit up the yard and four smartly parked rigs. The driver swung wide making a U-turn in the abundant parking area, coming up alongside one of the other parked flatbed rigs. Satisfied with her efforts, she set the parking brake then switched off the lights, letting the hot engine idle to cool down before shutting down the powerful Cat diesel. She lit her fresh joint as she waited. As she slowly exhaled, her tense, body relaxed. She smiled and laughed at the two screaming, homeless cats running across the parking lot. Sombody wans a leetle pussy, she uttered then laughed at her joke. The purging air from the air brakes system broke the silence as she finally climbed down from the cab, locked the door, stood for few moments after sucking in another mouthful of the Cannabis, and walk d towards the building that held a lighted office. If height was the only requirement for modeling, Loretta Martinez would certainly have qualified for the fashion runway, but her six foot frame carried 180lbs. Not exactly a Versace candidate. She grinned at the prospects of things to come inside the office. The glowing remainder of the joint lay in the yard fouling the air, where she had casually tossed it. She let her fingers slide, in a caress like gesture, over the low roof of the black Porsche Carrera parked by the door. She stared, a slight smile toying with the corners of her mouth, for several moments at the expensive car then entered the office. The weed had served to push the highway activity to the far reaches of her mind. Tony Beltran grinned at the tall girl with stylish close cropped black hair as she dropped the keys and small electronic tracking device, that had been velcroed to the dash, on his desk. Loretta leaned on her hands on the desk, anticipating, with only a hint of a smile. Tony finally nervously spoke to her, "Glad to see you returned safe and sound," as he handed her an envelope. She shoved the thick envelope he had handed her, into her fashion bibbed jeans rear pocket without even a peek. She still had not uttered a word. Suddenly her rather attractive masculine face, with the evenly set green eyes and slightly crooked aquiline nose over a full come-hither mouth, lit up with an anticipating grin exposing her white even teeth. "Aren't you going to count it?" He asked with a hint of nervousness. "I' m sure eet's correct," she answered, "now we finish our deal, no?" Tony knew what was coming; he had agreed to the deal for tonight's work. The young woman had been reluctant to do the driving, so Tony had readily agreed to servicing Loretta's needs. "Loretta, please not now, later," he quickly said. "It's been a long day; I' m tired." Now Loretta was not one to take no for an answer. She had anticipated soothing her over charged hormones for two days now. Besides, her dad was one of the Mexican silent partners in the waste business that Tony Beltran ran. "Beltran, a deals a deal; you wouldn't want me to call papa now would you?" That was the last thing Tony needed was his Tijuana partner to know that he was fucking his daughter. Tony was more inclined to think Loretta was fucking him, but he didn't think papa would see it in that light. She moved around to his side of the desk; he grimaced. He caught a strong whiff of the cannabis, with just a hint of Charley perfume. Loretta, being a big girl, had a big appetite; Tony just happened to have the abundant equipment she needed for satisfaction of that appetite. She had managed, with little resistance needless to say, to seduce him right after she met this handsome, suave educated Mexican the first time in Tijuana when he came down on a business trip. She was a hot virgin of sixteen. He was hooked on her insatiable need for sex. The sexual activities continued for the next two years. Until she finally convinced her papa to let her come north to drive for the trucking company after she had had too many hot and bothered nights. She was tired of massaging her pussy every night. The locals would not touch her. So she needed Tony's nine-inch cock. After that initial encounter, her virginal fires stoked, she made a point to use him every opportunity to put out her raging sexual fire. Tony's problem - actually her problem if you thought about it, lie in the fact he was worn out after thirty minutes, so Loretta's fire was never quite extinguished. Her strong, long fingers began to massage his neck and shoulders. She unbuttoned the top four buttons on his shirt and eased her hand down to one nipple, she pinched, he reacted as she knew he would. She tongued his ear as she unbuttoned/unzipped his fly. She reached into his erect nine inch cock, slowly teasing the pulsing head. He was cornered and knew it. Shit, Shit, Shit he thought, as he shook his curly head. Why do I get myself into these situations? I'm worn out by this woman. The massaging stopped. By the time he lifted and turned his head to face her, she was bent over, leaning on the desk top on her elbows. A bare, very abundant derriere greeted his nervous eyes and olfactory system; her jeans bunched at her ankles. The dark green string of the thong disappearing between the crack of her ass like a small snake. "Hurry up Beltran, I'm burning up!" He automatically raised his hand to her lovely fat pussy, moving the thong crack strap aside. She was very wet. He easily spread her swollen labia as he inserted his middle two fingers, his thumb pushing at her anus. She kicked one leg free of her pants and spread her legs pushing against his active fingers. He was fully erect now. He managed to release his throbbing nine inch cock. He stood up moving behind her. His pants slid to the floor. Her essence pulled him like a magnet. He held the thong strap aside as he placed his eager cock head on her erect clit. She howled as he moved against the large nerve. She ground into him. He continued to rub her clit. She screamed and climaxed inundating his cock. He moved the glans to her open wet channel. He teased her opening. She panted, snorted and then came again as he shoved in to heaven as much as he hated to admit it. The essence of fresh sex accentuated with Loretta's subtle perfume and Tony's AXE cologne was pervasive in the small office. She now sat across the desk as they shared coffee, and just smiled at one another in a somewhat strained way. There was a lack of small talk, pillow talk if you will. No cigarettes, just coffee and the afterglow of lusty copulating. Finally Tony broke the silence as he became all business and laid a set of truck keys and a trip sheet with instructions in front of her. "Load out at the facility and leave by six tonight. Someone there will give you a trip package. Take good care of it. You'll backhaul from TJ. OK, that's it. Be careful!" He said as he dismissed her. Loretta stood up slipped on her down filled winter jacket that she had tossed in the other chair, and sauntered to the door, not in any hurry to leave. She eased the door open a crack, saluted a tired looking Tony with her cup, "Till next time padron," then took the last swallow of her warm coffee as the outside frigid air rushed in, then stepped out into the early evening winter day. 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