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Hi, We’re back after a long hiatus…Good to be back with a new story…Hope you guys enjoy it and send your comments, suggestions, and pics….This story is about my wife being used by an old truck driver As you already know we’re very kinky about sex and we enjoy trying new things…We had two real encounters and we fantasize about other things that we would wanna try like a beggar, homeless, auto driver, rickshaw puller or any other dirty looking fellow…The though of a dirty homeless man enjoying my...
Four Months Later: There have been a lot of people finding fault with me and Em and Homer, saying we got undeserved success as singers and writers and composers and musicians and all such shit. They also say ever since we became a success we have been real snobbish. First all those New York critics bitched about Em insuring her vocal chords for one million dollars. One sissy faced little round assed pucker butt said as how thirty-nine dollars ought to be considered overkill. Some of the...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Truck Stop by Torrent Look, it's like I told the cops — someone poked a hole in my back,took my truck, took my Indian princess and left me for dead. All the rest — what I was carrying, where I picked up Cherry — itreally don't matter. But hell, Doc, you saved my life, and I owe you. So here's the story. The company told me I'd be hauling a high-value load. Three pressurizedtanks inside a bullet-proof steel cylinder. I said, just tell me this, is anyof this shit radioactive? I don't carry...
Chapter 11 – Honey stranded at a truck stop We were in Lake City, Florida taking in an antique car show and sale. Paul had his heart set on picking up a 1958 Cadillac convertible to be offered the following day. Then he got the text! “Emergency on oil drilling platform in the Sea of Japan! Down hole pressures fluctuating wildly! Your presence required Now! Your flight departing Gainsville Regional Airport, GNV 2100 hours for connections in Chicago. Be on it.” Paul is a highly...
Dirty Old Pickup Truck SexTami is my age, and I'd had an affair with her for a time. She was the one who introduced me to girl-girl fun a couple of summers ago. She's chosen a different path, and we parted ways, even though we still see each other fairly regularly. Life is funny sometimes, and for a brief time this summer I'd dated her younger sister. Yes, I'd asked Tami about dating Toni before I started, and Tami gave me the Okay, but once I'd started I got the impression that Tami wasn't...
I'm a white blonde bubble butt Tgirl living in Las Vegas and sometimes I go out and cruise the truck stops on I15 down south to I10. I do it at night and sometimes for a whole weekend in my mini van which has darkened windows.I love to get out of my mini van and walk around the back parking row at the truck stops. When I cruise to tease BIG BLACK COCKS like this I always wear my hot pink naughty schoolgirl BBC-teasing TGirl outfit. I love the clickity sound of my 8" hot pink platform high...
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Thirty minutes after videoing the tall blonde bringing herself to orgasm while beside him in traffic, in the middle of I-95, Cliff still had a hard-on. Man, what a show she put on for him, and all unbeknownst to her. AND, he got it ALL on video. He couldn’t wait to get to the truck stop, crawl into his sleeper and watch it. He’d made good time since the accident cleared up and was just a few miles from his resting spot for the evening. Sara cursed under her breath as she noticed her gas hand...
I had to work yesterday, it was Saturday,I had made plans to spend the day being the slutty little whore for the whole day, but work got in the way. I came home felt tried so I soaked in the tub, shaving my legs and puss yass and gurly clit. The weather was bad all day, when I finally decided to Fem myself up it was already 8pm, so I thought what the heck I'll drive up the Interstate just north of Seattle to a truckers rest stop I have gone too before. The weather had cleared up a bit, so I was...
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story about a truck stop (for the most part, some part at the start of the story is true). As such, I’ve let my wild desire and imagination run free in this story and indulged in activities I would otherwise never do. If you’re averse to kinky and dirty sex, or golden showers, you are warned. I’m a fairly straight-looking bi-bottom who loves to wear lingerie and get fucked by hard mature men. I don’t really have a type in men as such. Anyone with hard and willing...
Gay MaleIntroduction: Part 3 of my meeting with Mr. Bill After a great time relaxing in the spa with Bill, he prepared a fantastic dinner for us. Grilled to perfection strip steaks, Caesar salad and a perfectly baked potato was set on the table and I hungrily devoured every bite. He even had a nice desert of homemade peach ice cream. Upon finishing dinner, Bill gave a hint of what was in store next on our sex filled weekend. Alright, baby doll, in the spare bedroom I have a selection of slutty...
Upon finishing dinner, Bill gave a hint of what was in store next on our sex filled weekend. "Alright, baby doll, in the spare bedroom I have a selection of slutty clothes for you to choose from. You are to dress as slutty as you can." He continued "I want to see tits, ass and pussy on display. There is also a selection of footwear to choose from. Choose what you like. We are going to take a little road trip up the Interstate. I think you will enjoy what I have planned next." He said with...
I was never into the normal gay life or relationships. I had always been somewhat of a loner and very comfortable in my own company. I grew up in a tough neighbourhood and had always liked rough men. I was not the biggest guy in the world, standing five-foot-ten inches tall, but at least I had a decent dick. Eight thick inches would describe my knob perfectly, and I had always been able to impress my sexual partners with my endowment.There was a funny story I once read about Rudolf Nureyev, a...
Gay MaleOne of the hardest things I have had to go through was when the Humper County National Bank was robbed. I mean that the only thing that applied was "comedy of errors." Or, as it was said when I was in the marines and my delicate bride for life, Emily, was being true to me in her own way, the term was FUBAR. (That's the initials for "Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.") And it took Moose, Brenda, Connie and me to straighten things out while Homer stayed home and got his dick made happy. He...
We finished out the evening and Homer started to put his old Gibson in its case. I told him, "Homer, old buddy, if I was you I'd lock your git box in Walt's office. I don't know what shit we got coming but I do not think your musical instrument would make it through a good fight." A couple of good old boys came up and told me while we were taking a break and said as how there was a whole bunch of weirdoes hanging around the parking lot. So I warned Homer. Now I really got Homer's...
The Perils of Pauline - Trannie at The Truck Stop By Michele Nylons Paul sat behind the wheel of his Mustang, the windscreen opaque with heavy rain. It had been raining hard for the last hour and he was hoping it would have stopped before he reached the truck stop. He looked through the windshield as the wipers lazily swept back and forth across the glass. The sodium vapour lamps bathed the parking lot in an orange hue. The blacktop was slick with rain and puddles had...
A Night to Remember He loved being a sissy slut. He used to cruise truck stops, feeling the manly musk of sweaty truck drivers and other passengers. This old sissy slut would cruise the truck stop and check out who’s interested in getting their dick sucked in the bathroom, and then right there on the parking lot, he’d suck someone’s hard dick like there’s no tomorrow. He also loved to visit the cruising spots and public restrooms – they’d give him the much-needed pleasure. It was a nonstop fuck...
For those who didn’t read my first story let me introduce myself again. I’m in my mid-thirties and just an average guy. I’m married, six-feet tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, with dirty-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Some say that they’re bedroom eyes. I’d found my first glory hole in a nearby truck stop out on the interstate. It was off I-20 heading towards Abilene and I’m not even sure it was out of the Dallas city limits or not. After my first visit I’d promised myself that I...
Gay MaleFor those who didn't ’t read my first story let me introduce myself again. I’m in my mid-thirties and just an average guy. I’m married, six-feet tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, with dirty-blond hair and deep blue eyes. Some say that they’re bedroom eyes. I’d found my first glory hole in a nearby truck stop out on the interstate. It was off I-20 heading towards Abilene and I’m not even sure it was out of the Dallas city limits or not. After my first visit I’d promised myself that I...
InterracialMy name is Tracy, and my husband Ed and I are twenty-three years old and live in a suburb of Baton Rouge with our six-month-old son. We met at the petrochemical company where we both worked until I was laid off. When we were both working our combined wages were enough to afford the home we purchased, but we couldn’t afford it after I lost my job.I got that job right out of high school and worked in the office as a production clerk. With just a high school education and my only experience being...
CuckoldMary and I were returning from a family reunion and driving a little longer than usual trying to get home. Mary mentioned the need for a rest stop, so I pulled into the next place which happened to be a Flying J facility. I hadn't come to a full stop and Mary was out of the car and on her way to the rest room. She had a key to the car so I went into the men's room and took care of my needs.I was just finishing up when I overheard one guy say, " I swear that lady that just ran into the next room...
Wyoming Trucking, part 5 By: Malissa Madison Synopsis: Missy and Tim, are happy to add there new drivers to the Company. And the mystery of Big Foot is solved. Then they embark on a joint venture with Ute Trucking, for the biggest contract either company has ever had. Which also takes Missy back into her former home state. Flower pulled on the horn cord, as she began gearing down to make the turn into the Tomahawk Truck Stop. "Just follow us Stacy," I called over the radio...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Wyoming Trucking, 6 By: Malissa Madison It was a short half hour drive to the Midwest Military Academy, and we were all required to park in the lot outside the gate, except for Old Elk who was going to the loading docks to load up the grey Freightliner his son was driving. It was still fairly early, and classes had been delayed by the snow causing students to be late returning from the extended two week vacation. Tim accompanied the girls and I, as we made our way toward...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
Chapter VII George had been sitting on the front stoop, nursing a bottle of Boh when Terry pulled up. He stood up and walked toward the car. Sticking out his hand, he said, “Hi. I’m George. Welcome. Bob said you were making hay today. There’s a hose ‘round back, if you wanna knock the dust off.” Terry shook hands and said, “Name’s Terwilliger, but everyone calls me Terry. A hose doesn’t do very well. I was thinking maybe I’d run over to Mago Vista and jump in the river.” He cocked his head...
NovelsA few weeks later I decided I wanted to visit a truck stop so I asked my sister-in-law if I could borrow their truck to help a friend move some stuff. She said sure, he won't be back for 4 or 5 days so take you time. I picked up his Ford F350 and headed about thirty miles north to the truck stop. I parked in an area between the big rigs and the normal trucks then just sat a watched for a while. Nothing interesting was happening except for drivers heading in and out the the place. I...
I work a sucky job. I am a waitress at a truckstop. Every day I have to put up with the hundreds of perverted, frustrated truckers. I swear, as soon as I get through college I am out of here. My boss is probably the most sexist man in the world. I should have quit when he installed the new dress code, but I didn’t. My roommate got me this job, and I couldn’t quit and make her look bad. Before we could wear whatever we wanted. Now, we HAVE to wear short skirts, revealing tops, and...
The Truckstop, IntroA few years ago my wife and I were talking about our sexual fantasies and she mentioned that she wanted us to have sex in public. I'm crazy about my wife and would do anything for her, so the fact that exhibitionism had never excited me didn't matter - I made up my mind right then and there to do everything I could do to help her fulfill her fantasy. I asked her to tell me more about what she wanted and she explained that she didn't actually want to be caught or watched, but...
If you have read any of my previous stories, you know that the freedom of college took my secret life as a slutty cross dresser to a whole new level of naughty. I became a great cocksucker and I started to constantly crave a hard cock in my boypussy. I started dressing more often, going from 1 or 2 times a month to at least once a week. I was building up my collection of clothes and toys and getting more and more daring every time I went to meet a guy. I started to just go to my destination in...
there is this lady that owns a ice cream truck that passes by my house. she is a hottie. mature old lady big tits nice ass omg i get hard thinking of her. a while back i went to go get a cone and when she was serving it she tippy toed to get some thing n her shirt went up and her pants went down a little and i saw her thong. any tips on how i can like flirt with her and get her to fuck???ima copy n paste so it can be seenthere is this lady that owns a ice cream truck that passes by my house....
Chapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and just snuggling, and going to sleep that way?” George and Terry looked at each other. “I’m game, if you are,” Terry said. “Okay,” George said. “We can give it a try.” He wanted to say that things might be moving a little too fast, but he...
NovelsWell, anyway, ol' Connie proved big time she had something to contribute to our happy little house besides her great ass, which was always available for love. She couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, her singing sounded like two cats fucking in an echo chamber. And on top of all everything else, she'd rather listen to some dead guy named Glen Miller instead of some fine, modern, old fashioned and authentic country music with all those social nuances as one arty farty critic called it. What...
As the f****y wagon pulled into a small truck stop in the middle of nowhere, Jack’s father turned to him and his mother. ‘Who else is hungry? ‘ They had been driving across state to visit f****y and were now heading back home again. The problem is that it’s a long drive and Jacks iPod ran out of battery a long time ago. Since then all he has had to entertain himself was his imagination, and like every other teenage boy, his couldn’t help but fantasies about things of an x-rated nature. All...
I started the truck, and started out of the parking lot. It was only about midnight, I'd been fucked 5 time and sucked 6 cocks. But didn't want to go home yet so I turned left out of the lot, planning to drive the 20 or so miles to the little town at the interstate and come back.When I got there I decided to drive the interstate for a while till the next exit then turn back.About 10 miles along, I had to pee, so I turned into a rest area. I t was pretty deserted, a couple big rigs is all.I...
As the family wagon pulled into a small truck stop in the middle of nowhere, Jack's father turned to him and his mother."Who else is hungry? "They had been driving across state to visit family and were now heading back home again. The problem is that it's a long drive and Jacks iPod ran out of battery a long time ago. Since then all he has had to entertain himself was his imagination, and like every other teenage boy, his couldn't help but fantasies about things of an x-rated nature. All this...
Chapter IV When they got to the gig, Will, the drummer, was just setting up. He nodded to George and Isolde as he fiddled with his equipment. The bass player hadn’t arrived yet, but that was no surprise. He had told George three months ago that he was playing a wedding in Ocean City “on a Friday afternoon, for God sakes! Doesn’t anyone get married on a Saturday anymore?” he had rhetorically asked. “Maybe they got a three-day weekend special,” was George’s laconic reply. “Yeah. So now they are...
NovelsI am PonPon. In this world of strange people having strange or weird fetishes, I am out of this world with one of the strangest and weirdest fetish's you've probably ever heard.First, let's have a brief description of my strange fetish. I am a slim sexy woman, love wearing high cut swimsuits, leotards, body stockings, etc. I have a special love for nylon spandex clothing, but what is strange about me is that I have a special love for big trucks and their horn's.The vibrations of a truck air...
BDSMWyoming Trucking, 4 By: Malissa Madison Tim and Missy have found another blessed spirit in need and find they have even more waiting at the end of the run. Their little Trucking Company is growing in leaps and bounds. Not a lot of thrills in this chapter, but it sets the stage for things to come. "Flower?" Caribou asked as they joined us in the changing room. He blushed. "I, look 'Bou', I-" He wasn't given a chance to finish before she hugged him. "Don't be so shy,...
This is a complex story centered on the origins of a very bad man briefly introduced at the end of The Logic of My Anger: A Sociopath’s Tale of Vengeance. The Pickup Truck Man is a professional kidnapper, a taker of beautiful women for one of several Midnight Harvest teams rumored to be run by an elderly Eastern European. This businessman is thought to live in south-central Texas and uses these teams to acquire new talent to stock a high-end whorehouse he owns. In this story, during the more...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Wyoming Trucking, 1 By: Malissa Madison Missy and Tim are have been enjoying their time on the road together, taking in Jill as well as the two younger children. And even added two more drivers to their small independent Trucking company. But now Destiny is stepping into Missy's life once again. We were running along at just under the posted speed limit when we saw the tail lights of the car in the distance. Tim was about twenty minutes behind me so I wasn't really worried as...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsHey every1, I am back with another 1 of my stories After missing out on the last bus out of this desolate town called Bhavnagar, no public vehicle in sight and pain in my legs and arms cause of carrying a huge bag of samples all day from 1 place to the other, I sit down on the milestone on the entrance of town hoping to catch something to my home town. Minutes turned into hours, it was now deserted and the time in my watch said 10 pm, I had lost all hope of catching any public transport out of...
Gay MaleI am a fortunate man who married his childhood sweetheart. She was the only girl I had a crush on. She is the only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I have ever made love to. We dated through high school. Our wedding night was the first time for both of us. Nevertheless, after ten years of marriage sex between us had become routine. Then I had an idea. I was almost afraid to suggest it to my wife. Finally, I broached the subject. "I have been thinking that it might be sexy for us to...
It was late August and I was on my way home from a business trip. The sun was almost down and the sky was a beautiful red-blue. I had the windows down and the summer air was starting to cool a little. I was about 100 miles from home and was anxious to get home and shower off and make love to my old lady. I had been gone five days and was horny as hell and needed some release because I was so busy on the business trip I only got the chance to beat-off once, early one morning.The interstate was...
Chapter X George woke up full of welts, and itching all over. His back and neck were stiff from sleeping hunched over. He scrunched up his face, and could feel the dried salt on his cheeks. He rubbed his chin and cheeks with his right hand as he turned his left arm toward the light filtering through the front window, and peered at his watch. It said 3:15. He got up and walked into the house as he tipped the bottle up and chugged his now warm beer. He set the empty bottle on the kitchen...
NovelsHello this is my first story I really hope you enjoy it I am a crossdressing truck driver and with my job I have a lot of time to enjoy dressing up in my truck. One night I was all dressed up in one of my sexy outfits watching some porn and thinking about trying to find a nice hard cock to suck. So I put an ad on Craigslist and got a few but none of them wanted to come to me then I got a message from a guy, he said that he was a driver and was at the truck stop. I ask him what he wanted to do...
Hello friends, I am Rahul, back with another exciting erotic story. Those of you who haven’t read my previous story series, please do read it. A big thank you to those who read the story, liked it, and commented. I appreciate the responses. Let’s begin the trip. Due to Corona, the government of India had imposed a nationwide lockdown. Roads within city limits were mostly empty. Highways also had a deserted look. But still, a few vehicles were plying, mostly commercial vehicles. Trucks, tempos...
Chapter VIIISunday morning, after they had all had coffee, Terry and George took the canoe out to go fishing, and Isolde wandered around inside the house, exploring. She found the pull down attic stairway in the upstairs second bedroom, and went up in the attic, just to see what was there. She found several rolled up rugs, and assumed they were in storage until winter. There was an old Electrolux tank vacuum cleaner, and she hauled it, and it’s attachments down into the main house. Maybe I’ll...
NovelsChapter XVIII Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked,...
NovelsIntroduction: Sue tells about doing a truck driver Hi This is the second story I have put here with my husbands account. I have added one story before about the first time someone other than my husband fucked me. That was a long time before this story. What you can expect in my tales is an accounting of the incident, the best I can recall, and this incident I can remember rather well. I do like sex. In fact I love sex. From reading some of the entries here that seems to be the main thing. My...
We rode to the Buck Horn in the garbage truck again. I figured it would be safer than Homer's old van. There was a fresh crop of screwballs waiting with their pickets. Two motorcycles parted the crowd and we followed them. The other two bikes came along behind. These nuts were a different brand of screwballs. The newspaper owner's wife led the bunch this evening. She had a face what made Janet Reno look downright sexy by comparison. Two of them tried to lie down in front of the truck....
This is the second story I have put here with my husbands account. I have added one story before about the first time someone other than my husband fucked me. That was a long time before this story. What you can expect in my tales is an accounting of the incident, the best I can recall, and this incident I can remember rather well. I do like sex. In fact I love sex. From reading some of the entries here that seems to be the main thing. My husband and I have been married for many years...
375 filling up at a Truck stop It was a dark winters night of overcast clouds and threatening rain, Helen, glanced at Dave sat concentrating behind the wheel of the old estate car, driving as usual with that consummate ease of someone who had held a licence forever. A smile flickering round his face, as he drove, he knew where and what was their purpose once more, and of her need for sex of the basest kind, sex with strangers, men at the most basic sexual level, who would just use her body,...