Katie Quinn the Slut
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This account was first written/posted when I had just started fucking strangers and it is strange to think how far have I come!
I can read Harry like a book. After a few days away, in yurts and an interesting get together with new friends, of which more later, we were driving home, planning to stop near family. Harry insisted that I wear my Christmas present Moda in Pelle boots, black hold up stockings and a new blue teddy from Ann Summers with my short zip up leather skirt, finished off with a fitted black blouse, blue teddy and leather biker jacket on top. My yellow basque has taken a hammering recently, well truthfully, I have had a few good bangings recently, well to be accurate my pussy and mouth have, but I digress and I am sure I will write about my yellow basque experiences I knew that Harry had ideas for naughty fun. I posed in my outfit on the stairs before we set off. We drove to a nearby business and industrial estate. It was still day light and knowing that we might struggle to find dark corners at the services Harry wanted to get some sexy shots in the bag.
We found a quietish road, with lorries parked up and “dpd” vans aplenty (a photo opportunity too good to miss). I pulled up my skirt and bent forwards revealing my arse, offering my own slot for special delivery services. Harry noticed an office with a few late workers but did not tell me as he thought it might put me off – unknowingly, I had an appreciative audience watching me flash my pussy, my tits and as a finale squat down on my high heeled boots, a pose which drives Harry crazy as my pussy opens up, wide open, soaking wet and vey swollen. My teddy has a micro gusset so it dug deep into my swelling pussy lips. It was only when he asked me to squat down, facing in the direction of the office, and to pull the gusset to one side that I saw my audience, a group of men and a couple of women leering and enjoying the view, laughing as they seemed to have clocked what Harry had been up to.
It’s funny how flashing in public when I know I have an audience makes me nervy, but excited and thrilled, but in daylight, taken by surprise, feels so wrong. I did give my pussy a little rub, as instructed – I am increasingly shameless. As Harry pointed out afterwards, my sopping wet pussy, which he stroked when we got back into the car, revealed that I was incredibly turned on.
We stopped off at a couple of service stations and drove around the lorry parks, in search of an opening to take some pics (mindful of CCTV) and then see what happened. Service stations are not the easiest places to find dark quiet spots. We drove on, with only one more possible stop on our journey, resigned to finishing our journey off in an industrial estate. Harry sure knows how to treat a lady, or I guess, a wife slut hungry for some cock. Not expecting much we drove into the lorry park of the final service station, and to my delight we found what seemed to be an abandoned trailer with lots of pallets (see the picture and fans of the M1 will recognise it I am sure). It offered 75% privacy from the Starbucks café and desperate times call for desperate measures. Harry whipped out his camera and started directing me. We knew that there were a few lorries parked by the abandoned one and a row that had a pretty good view of what we were up to. Harry took pictures of me posing and asked me to start undoing my blouse to show my blue teddy, asking me to swivel slowly so that he could take pictures of me from all angles and I quickly realised, showcasing my assets for the drivers. I hitched up my skirt and slowly swivelled again, as Harry click click clicked. I began to caress my pussy, opening my lips and rubbing myself, looking confidently towards the lorries and to a small group of drivers chatting. They seemed to be enjoying my show, but, showed no interest in joining me.
Then, I heard a noise and realised that two drivers, from the nearest lorries, parked by the abandoned ones were peeking under the trailer – a birdseye view of my swollen pussy and gaping hole. I motioned with a flick of my hair or with my eyes, that they should come closer. I could see that they were rubbing themselves through their trousers. They could see that I was turned on. One was German and the other Dutch, I think, although both spoke good English. The German politely asked if I minded them watching me being photographed as he thought I had a beautiful body. The Dutchman was a little cheekier and asked if he could join in and rub my pussy. I smiled, his hand reached out and began to rub my pussy. The German was shyer and stood closer but looked and didn’t touch. Harry got his camera ready, but before he could take a picture the two moved behind the pallets and beckoned me in, saying nein camera.
I was so aroused that I could not resist following them behind the pallets.
Things moved very quickly, with little small talk, after all we were in a public place. It was not gentle but not too rough either, but what Harry calls a wham bam thank you maam.
I bent forwards and began licking the German’s cock that had miraculously appeared before me, conveniently sitting on some pallets – he did not seem so shy now! I licked the end of his cock, as I like to tease, but a gentle nudge encouraged me to get a move on and take it in my mouth. Well he held my head and he pushed my mouth down on his cock - mmmmm tt tasted musky, like a man who had been on the road for a while. I like musk and it wasn't unpleasant. An interesting array of tastes, sweat, piss, cheesey, and salt. I savoured it, although his twitching was urging me to work harder on maing him cum.
Behind me I felt a Dutch hand push down firmly on the small of my back to position and control me. He was a strong man, I wasnt going anywhere until he had fucked me, I knew that. My black leather skirt was pulled right up, revealing my ass, and I could feel the chill. Before he could go further I moved my hand and pulled a condom from the top of my stocking, for the Dutchman to wear.
Harry was watching and condom was definitely put on. I think a little spit was added to my already wet pussy and he pushed me firmly down, whilst I guided his lubricated, sheathed stiff cock slipped into me. It was a little frantic at first and I found it difficult to give and receive in the right rythym, well, I guess ‘receive and receive’ would be a better description. One cock pounding my pussy and another pounding my mouth – you blokes should try it, it takes experience to do well, and let us be honest, a bloke in fucking mode things neither of my needs nor of the bloke at the other end.
The German scrunched up my hair and pulled firmly allowing my head to be better controlled to get the right speed, my mouth for fucking (and I suspect to give some of the other drivers a good view). I was the fuck meat in a sandwich, firmly held in place on my back and by may hair. Two strong men, using me, fucking me, moving me as best they could for their pleasure, fuck what I wanted, just fuck me.
I could feel the Dutchman release my back and tightly grip my hips whilst I was fucked properly, fucked in the way that ensured a rapid cum. Very rapid thrusting forwards whilst pulling on my hips to maximise depth of penetration – it would have taken my breath away but I was already struggling to breathe with Han's cock filling my mouth. Dutch boy fucked deeply, I could say. The final few thrusts were very deep and I sensed a very satisfied Dutch lorry driver.
It may have been moments or minutes, it was quick, my pussy used for a man's pleasure This allowed me to concentrate on finishing the job in hand, and mouth, and I rubbed my nails along his ball sack, and it was not long before he exploded into my mouth, I swallowed some, but allowed some to spunk over my face and blouse. As a good girl I did return to clean him thoroughly and I love the tremors a man has when his cock is revisited after a good sucking.
Seeing this opening the Dutchman placed his softening cock, which seemed to awake again, for me to lick and suck too, it tasted of musk and latex, a stronger taste than the German. I still find it odd that once you have fucked the job is done there is very little to be said, no coffee, possibly a thank you, a compliment, maybe a joke and then on your way. It is still pretty new to me. Harry did get a picture of my spunky face, hands, jacket and blouse.
One fuck stop completed and although I did not know at the time I was to have another before we completed our journey.
Although dark had fallen, our journey was not over. Harry was a man on a mission, as although he loves sex and has a high drive for me, he is turned on by the thoughts, memories and sight of me being fucked, one way or another. He was a little miffed at not being able to take pictures of the truckers fucking me, but that’s life and having me worked up meant that I was not going to leave without a taste of my favourite meat.
So onto our next stop, an industrial estate we had once visited to collect a parcel. It was quiet when we pulled off the motorway and we drove by the depot we had been to before. There was a line of five or six lorries parked up for the night I guess, as the estate was quiet.
Harry parked up about fifty yards from the lorries and despatched me to saunter past the lorries to a dark spot towards the bottom of the road/lane. I did as I was told, and set off sauntering past the lorries, which looked as if they had switched off for the night.
Harry’s plan was to drive down and pretend to be a punter picking me up by the roadside. He thought that a car engine on quiet road might attract some attention, or at least some curiosity which would be further fuelled by the sight of an attractive redhead, dressed in leather, short skirt, fancy boots and stocking tops showing. He drove past me, turned around and came back, parking on the opposite side of the road to ensure that any driver checking their mirror would see me stick my head in the window and talk to the driver.
A couple of lights came on in the lorries and after a couple of minutes, with me revealing a little more cleavage and underwear and two drivers came out to investigate. At this point Harry insisted that I squat down between two lorries, with my gusset pulled to one side, showing my swelling pussy.
The drivers watched with interest but said nothing.
Harry called me over and suggested that I kneel on the car seat and suck his cock, switching the light on so that the drivers knew that they were welcome to watch, and with the door open, touch me too.
One came closer, and started caressing my arse, then squeezing my cheeks, before rubbing the wet gusset that had slipped back into the folds of my wet labia. He couldn't resit playing with my cunt and I was getting wet again and he skilfully rubbed my clitoris, as I got wetter and began to swear with pleasure. This turned him on as I moaned. He inserted his fingers into my cunt and thrust in and out. I began to struggle as my cock sucking concentration waned. I orgasmed twice, at least, the intensity stronger the second time, until I could hardly bear it.
I moved off Harry's cock and swivelled around to sit in the front passenger seat. I noticed that he was wearing a Dutch football shirt, another cheeky Dutchman, but what really caught me eye was a big, thick stiff cock, which had appeared from nowhere. It was only polite to take it in hand and mouth and return the favour.
I couldn't get easy access to his balls, so I undid his trousers, pulled his pants down and had cock and balls to play with. He didn't resist! I eyeballed him as I underdid hid trousers and released his cock, watching his every reaction - he liked my fixed eyes as he looked at this slut before him.
Harry had been quick with his camera this time and made it clear that he would not take any pictures of the driver’s face. This cock tasted musky too, perhaps truckers are on heat all the time and don’t have the same opportunities to shower when on journey. It tasted rank, no other word for it - I licked it as if it was champagne, sucked on it, cleaned it in my mouth, feeling every crumby bit on my tongue - all the little bits, the small pimple on his cock, like I was mapping out his stiffy with my mouth.
I worked hard on licking and sucking and rubbing, playing with him like a slut, yet the cum was stubborn and there was very little pre cum for ages, despite a raging stiff cock. After nearly 10, maybe 15 minutes of sucking, stroking, caressing his balls, rubbing my nails on his balls, rubbing my nails on his perineum and finally inserting a finger in his arsehole, he exploded into my mouth. I held on to his spunking cock for as long as I could, swallowing much of it.
Obviously some dribbled, but not much. The other driver was watching, but showed no interest in joining in, although he was wanking near me. The day’s adventures had come to an end, part from a final cock suck for the patient Harry who took no time to cum, as if it had been building up during our journey – no idea why
I can read Harry like a book. After a few days away, in yurts and an interesting get together with new friends, of which more later, we were driving home, planning to stop near family. Harry insisted that I wear my Christmas present Moda in Pelle boots, black hold up stockings and a new blue teddy from Ann Summers with my short zip up leather skirt, finished off with a fitted black blouse, blue teddy and leather biker jacket on top. My yellow basque has taken a hammering recently, well truthfully, I have had a few good bangings recently, well to be accurate my pussy and mouth have, but I digress and I am sure I will write about my yellow basque experiences I knew that Harry had ideas for naughty fun. I posed in my outfit on the stairs before we set off. We drove to a nearby business and industrial estate. It was still day light and knowing that we might struggle to find dark corners at the services Harry wanted to get some sexy shots in the bag.
We found a quietish road, with lorries parked up and “dpd” vans aplenty (a photo opportunity too good to miss). I pulled up my skirt and bent forwards revealing my arse, offering my own slot for special delivery services. Harry noticed an office with a few late workers but did not tell me as he thought it might put me off – unknowingly, I had an appreciative audience watching me flash my pussy, my tits and as a finale squat down on my high heeled boots, a pose which drives Harry crazy as my pussy opens up, wide open, soaking wet and vey swollen. My teddy has a micro gusset so it dug deep into my swelling pussy lips. It was only when he asked me to squat down, facing in the direction of the office, and to pull the gusset to one side that I saw my audience, a group of men and a couple of women leering and enjoying the view, laughing as they seemed to have clocked what Harry had been up to.
It’s funny how flashing in public when I know I have an audience makes me nervy, but excited and thrilled, but in daylight, taken by surprise, feels so wrong. I did give my pussy a little rub, as instructed – I am increasingly shameless. As Harry pointed out afterwards, my sopping wet pussy, which he stroked when we got back into the car, revealed that I was incredibly turned on.
We stopped off at a couple of service stations and drove around the lorry parks, in search of an opening to take some pics (mindful of CCTV) and then see what happened. Service stations are not the easiest places to find dark quiet spots. We drove on, with only one more possible stop on our journey, resigned to finishing our journey off in an industrial estate. Harry sure knows how to treat a lady, or I guess, a wife slut hungry for some cock. Not expecting much we drove into the lorry park of the final service station, and to my delight we found what seemed to be an abandoned trailer with lots of pallets (see the picture and fans of the M1 will recognise it I am sure). It offered 75% privacy from the Starbucks café and desperate times call for desperate measures. Harry whipped out his camera and started directing me. We knew that there were a few lorries parked by the abandoned one and a row that had a pretty good view of what we were up to. Harry took pictures of me posing and asked me to start undoing my blouse to show my blue teddy, asking me to swivel slowly so that he could take pictures of me from all angles and I quickly realised, showcasing my assets for the drivers. I hitched up my skirt and slowly swivelled again, as Harry click click clicked. I began to caress my pussy, opening my lips and rubbing myself, looking confidently towards the lorries and to a small group of drivers chatting. They seemed to be enjoying my show, but, showed no interest in joining me.
Then, I heard a noise and realised that two drivers, from the nearest lorries, parked by the abandoned ones were peeking under the trailer – a birdseye view of my swollen pussy and gaping hole. I motioned with a flick of my hair or with my eyes, that they should come closer. I could see that they were rubbing themselves through their trousers. They could see that I was turned on. One was German and the other Dutch, I think, although both spoke good English. The German politely asked if I minded them watching me being photographed as he thought I had a beautiful body. The Dutchman was a little cheekier and asked if he could join in and rub my pussy. I smiled, his hand reached out and began to rub my pussy. The German was shyer and stood closer but looked and didn’t touch. Harry got his camera ready, but before he could take a picture the two moved behind the pallets and beckoned me in, saying nein camera.
I was so aroused that I could not resist following them behind the pallets.
Things moved very quickly, with little small talk, after all we were in a public place. It was not gentle but not too rough either, but what Harry calls a wham bam thank you maam.
I bent forwards and began licking the German’s cock that had miraculously appeared before me, conveniently sitting on some pallets – he did not seem so shy now! I licked the end of his cock, as I like to tease, but a gentle nudge encouraged me to get a move on and take it in my mouth. Well he held my head and he pushed my mouth down on his cock - mmmmm tt tasted musky, like a man who had been on the road for a while. I like musk and it wasn't unpleasant. An interesting array of tastes, sweat, piss, cheesey, and salt. I savoured it, although his twitching was urging me to work harder on maing him cum.
Behind me I felt a Dutch hand push down firmly on the small of my back to position and control me. He was a strong man, I wasnt going anywhere until he had fucked me, I knew that. My black leather skirt was pulled right up, revealing my ass, and I could feel the chill. Before he could go further I moved my hand and pulled a condom from the top of my stocking, for the Dutchman to wear.
Harry was watching and condom was definitely put on. I think a little spit was added to my already wet pussy and he pushed me firmly down, whilst I guided his lubricated, sheathed stiff cock slipped into me. It was a little frantic at first and I found it difficult to give and receive in the right rythym, well, I guess ‘receive and receive’ would be a better description. One cock pounding my pussy and another pounding my mouth – you blokes should try it, it takes experience to do well, and let us be honest, a bloke in fucking mode things neither of my needs nor of the bloke at the other end.
The German scrunched up my hair and pulled firmly allowing my head to be better controlled to get the right speed, my mouth for fucking (and I suspect to give some of the other drivers a good view). I was the fuck meat in a sandwich, firmly held in place on my back and by may hair. Two strong men, using me, fucking me, moving me as best they could for their pleasure, fuck what I wanted, just fuck me.
I could feel the Dutchman release my back and tightly grip my hips whilst I was fucked properly, fucked in the way that ensured a rapid cum. Very rapid thrusting forwards whilst pulling on my hips to maximise depth of penetration – it would have taken my breath away but I was already struggling to breathe with Han's cock filling my mouth. Dutch boy fucked deeply, I could say. The final few thrusts were very deep and I sensed a very satisfied Dutch lorry driver.
It may have been moments or minutes, it was quick, my pussy used for a man's pleasure This allowed me to concentrate on finishing the job in hand, and mouth, and I rubbed my nails along his ball sack, and it was not long before he exploded into my mouth, I swallowed some, but allowed some to spunk over my face and blouse. As a good girl I did return to clean him thoroughly and I love the tremors a man has when his cock is revisited after a good sucking.
Seeing this opening the Dutchman placed his softening cock, which seemed to awake again, for me to lick and suck too, it tasted of musk and latex, a stronger taste than the German. I still find it odd that once you have fucked the job is done there is very little to be said, no coffee, possibly a thank you, a compliment, maybe a joke and then on your way. It is still pretty new to me. Harry did get a picture of my spunky face, hands, jacket and blouse.
One fuck stop completed and although I did not know at the time I was to have another before we completed our journey.
Although dark had fallen, our journey was not over. Harry was a man on a mission, as although he loves sex and has a high drive for me, he is turned on by the thoughts, memories and sight of me being fucked, one way or another. He was a little miffed at not being able to take pictures of the truckers fucking me, but that’s life and having me worked up meant that I was not going to leave without a taste of my favourite meat.
So onto our next stop, an industrial estate we had once visited to collect a parcel. It was quiet when we pulled off the motorway and we drove by the depot we had been to before. There was a line of five or six lorries parked up for the night I guess, as the estate was quiet.
Harry parked up about fifty yards from the lorries and despatched me to saunter past the lorries to a dark spot towards the bottom of the road/lane. I did as I was told, and set off sauntering past the lorries, which looked as if they had switched off for the night.
Harry’s plan was to drive down and pretend to be a punter picking me up by the roadside. He thought that a car engine on quiet road might attract some attention, or at least some curiosity which would be further fuelled by the sight of an attractive redhead, dressed in leather, short skirt, fancy boots and stocking tops showing. He drove past me, turned around and came back, parking on the opposite side of the road to ensure that any driver checking their mirror would see me stick my head in the window and talk to the driver.
A couple of lights came on in the lorries and after a couple of minutes, with me revealing a little more cleavage and underwear and two drivers came out to investigate. At this point Harry insisted that I squat down between two lorries, with my gusset pulled to one side, showing my swelling pussy.
The drivers watched with interest but said nothing.
Harry called me over and suggested that I kneel on the car seat and suck his cock, switching the light on so that the drivers knew that they were welcome to watch, and with the door open, touch me too.
One came closer, and started caressing my arse, then squeezing my cheeks, before rubbing the wet gusset that had slipped back into the folds of my wet labia. He couldn't resit playing with my cunt and I was getting wet again and he skilfully rubbed my clitoris, as I got wetter and began to swear with pleasure. This turned him on as I moaned. He inserted his fingers into my cunt and thrust in and out. I began to struggle as my cock sucking concentration waned. I orgasmed twice, at least, the intensity stronger the second time, until I could hardly bear it.
I moved off Harry's cock and swivelled around to sit in the front passenger seat. I noticed that he was wearing a Dutch football shirt, another cheeky Dutchman, but what really caught me eye was a big, thick stiff cock, which had appeared from nowhere. It was only polite to take it in hand and mouth and return the favour.
I couldn't get easy access to his balls, so I undid his trousers, pulled his pants down and had cock and balls to play with. He didn't resist! I eyeballed him as I underdid hid trousers and released his cock, watching his every reaction - he liked my fixed eyes as he looked at this slut before him.
Harry had been quick with his camera this time and made it clear that he would not take any pictures of the driver’s face. This cock tasted musky too, perhaps truckers are on heat all the time and don’t have the same opportunities to shower when on journey. It tasted rank, no other word for it - I licked it as if it was champagne, sucked on it, cleaned it in my mouth, feeling every crumby bit on my tongue - all the little bits, the small pimple on his cock, like I was mapping out his stiffy with my mouth.
I worked hard on licking and sucking and rubbing, playing with him like a slut, yet the cum was stubborn and there was very little pre cum for ages, despite a raging stiff cock. After nearly 10, maybe 15 minutes of sucking, stroking, caressing his balls, rubbing my nails on his balls, rubbing my nails on his perineum and finally inserting a finger in his arsehole, he exploded into my mouth. I held on to his spunking cock for as long as I could, swallowing much of it.
Obviously some dribbled, but not much. The other driver was watching, but showed no interest in joining in, although he was wanking near me. The day’s adventures had come to an end, part from a final cock suck for the patient Harry who took no time to cum, as if it had been building up during our journey – no idea why
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