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Another Rest Stop Suck and Fuck!
2/13/2009 1:06 pm Last Read: |
I got a call Wednesday from an old crossdressing friend who was coming to Indianapolis and had a room out on Shadeland Avenue. He wanted me to join him, enfemme. I knew the motel and knew I'd not have to walk through a lobby, so I agreed and promised to meet him at his room, right after he checked in about ten in the morning. I'd got onto I-70 headed east when he called my cell and informed me that he'd had an accident on I-65 and could not make it to Indy. I would have to drive on to Exit 66, make a turn-around, and go home. As I passed the Rest Area on the south side I noticed that the area across the highway was crowded with trucks and decided that after making the turn-around I would stop there and find some way to flirt and, maybe, attract a hard cock. After making the turn-around and entering the rest area I drove my car slowly through the truck area, which was filled to capacity. I was at a loss how to do more to attract attention. I can't pass and I'd be taking a great risk to get out of my car there, so when I got back around I parked at the south side of that area. Looking down at my short skirt, at my shaved legs in thigh-high hose and heels, and in the throe of sexual excitement that began that morning when I was preparing (complete with a fresh leg and cock and ball shave and enema) for my date, I was hot and frustrated. Then I had an idea. I was at the west end of this parking area, just south of which is a long area where a truck can pull off and park, so I opened my car door and put my legs and feet out as bait. Any trucker leaving the area could see my very pretty legs (if I say so myself) nearly up to my crotch, but could also tell I was either really old or a man in draq. By actual count twelve trucks left the area before one of them saw me and pulled off, parking out of the way in the south area. He tooted his air horn. I stepped out of my car, stood up, and let him have a good look at me. I waved and got back in and closed the door. Two minutes later he was standing beside my car, looking down at me and my legs. He could see I was a man in drag. "You have pretty legs," he said. "Were you fishing with them?" I said, "Fishing for a guy who likes a guy underneath his skirts, yes." He said, "That's me. Come over to my sleeper." I got out and while we walked to his tractor, another 18-wheeler drove by and honked his air horn twice, Beep Beep. He could see what was going on and teasing us. This guy's name was Sam, he said, and he was about forty years old, with a nice mustache, clean shaved face, and slender muscular body. We got up into the tractor, he helping me climb in my heels as if I was a real lady. Then he followed me inside. I sat one the edge of his bunk. He wasted no time and began removing his western shirt. Then removed his boots and doffed his jeans. When he pulled his underwear down an eight-inch uncut cock jumped out at attention, its foreskin already half drawn back. I grabbed his hips and pulled him standing, now naked, in front of me, and sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could get. Then began serious sucking, jacking his foreskin with one hand while I moved back and forth on his cock. He had incredibly tasty precum, and knew how to enjoy a cock sucking, encouraging me with compliments and moans. After only five or ten minutes he announced he had to get on the bunk or he would pass out from excitement. Once I got him on his back I went back to work on his tasty cock. Every now and then he would squirt a little stream of cock juice into my mouth and reach down with a hand to grab the base of his cock and shut off the potential orgasm. I stopped sucking long enough to ask him, "Don't you want to cum in my mouth?" He said, "I aint got the time for two cums. I want to cum in your ass. I love ass!" This happened several times, but I no longer bothered to ask why he was doing that. Finally---I thought he would never get around to it---he said it was time for me to lie back and get fucked. I lay down on my back and he propped two pillows under my hips, and started to fuck me. I said, "Wait, sweetie, you got to put on a rubber. I have some in my purse, and some lube. You won't know you're wearing it, it's so thin." He got them from my purse and I opened the package. He kneed his way up to my head and I put the rubber over his cockhead with my lips, pushing it down as far as I could, until I had to finish the job with my fingers. Then I put K-Y all over it and said, "Now fuck the fuck out of me, my sweetie!" He said, "Oh, Baby, you bet!" (A nice compliment, being called Baby.) Then he eased that long eight inches right into me. My ass almost sucked it in like a vacuum, so hungry was I for a good ass-fucking. He began fucking me while I began jacking off with the K-Y slathered hand, the one I had used to cover his rubbered cock. In and out, easy and slow, for a long time, while I rode his cock easy, too. Then we began slowly to increase our speed until we were fucking like a madman and madwoman. Then slow again. When he came, filling the rubber, I had my legs locked around his back and was squeezing and jacking my cock crazily, and as he filled the rubber I shot up over my skirt, which we had pushed up. Then he collapsed, saying, "That's the best fuck, ass or cunt, I ever had! Bar none!" I tried to get him to stay there another hour, promising him another wonderful cock-sucking, but he maintained he had to get on the road. "Miles are money," he said. Yesterday evening he called my cell phone and reported that he was in Texas at a rest stop, wishing that I was there, or had gone with him in the tractor. We had a little phone sex to get him off, and to get me off, too, although I didn't confess that to him. I hope he calls a day or two before he comes back through Indianapolis. Ooh, I do love cock and ass!!!    What's better than sucking cock, fucking ass, and being fucked? Doing it every day. |
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7/18/2010 7:41 pm |
sounds hot as can be in the back of that cab.. mmm whish i could have been there oooo
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