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.