Chapter 8
Vicky pulled away from Brian and got on all fours.
"I've never found a woman like you," he smiled. "You really want me to fuck you. You're like an animal. You beg for it."
"You don't have to fight to get me to do it," she assured him.
Gripping her ass cheeks, Brian slid his slippery cock between her ass crack. With a hard and swift jab he rode up her rectum.
"Ohhh," he groaned in new-found delight, "does that ever feel good. Oh, baby, now you've got it. Fuck me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, that's what I want."
She wiggled for him and bent over farther. All he could see were her upraised ass cheeks. He liked that view.
Gripping her ass cheeks tightly he held on for dear life. He was fucking with all of his might
"I never had an ass fuck before," he admitted, "and it sure feels fantastic. Oh, baby, I love it when you wiggle like that"
She was only too happy to help him.
"You have to keep thrusting hard," she said, "to achieve the ultimate orgasm. That's it. Ram it in. As far as it'll go. Oh, Brian, keep doing it Fuck it. Fuck my ass. Oh, give it to me."
Realizing anal intercourse was this exciting, Brian got harder than ever. His balls were swelling and as he jabbed it up her ass-hole, they bounced on her behind. He squeezed her ass cheeks and delightedly rode forward.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it Oh, baby, fuck."
Vicky was wiggling for him. As her ass movements increased in tempo his cock stabs continued.
"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed, "baby, what a fuck. Keep it up. That's the way I like it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it"
She was grinding her hips for him, and providing him with electrical sexual thrills. His spine tingled, his balls continued swelling.
"It won't be much longer," he told her. "Oh, yes, I love this. Fuck, fuck it."
His plunging penis rode up her rectum as far as it would go.
"I'm in, baby," he told her, "just wiggle it. That's it. Keep your backfield in motion. Oh, yes, yes, now."
The big cock exploded. She milked it.
"Ohhh, yes," he exclaimed, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Baby, fuck, fuck it"
He went on riding into her, providing her with the electrical thrills she enjoyed so much. When his cock had been well milked he slowly eased off.
"I had a good time, Brian," she told him.
His blue eyes flashing with excitement as he finished, he said, "I did, too."
He got off the bed, paid her his money and left.
As Vicky lay there alone she wished that there didn't always have to be the parting. It wasn't fun to realize she was just being used as a container for their cocks. They liked to shove them in her and explode. And that was it. It bothered her as she thought about it. Yet she couldn't allow herself to think of it too long for she knew she would have to take more sleeping pills. And this was becoming an ugly habit for her.
The following night a very unusual experience took place. A man came in and whispered, "An old friend of yours wants to see you out in his car for a minute."
"Who is it?" she demanded.
"You'll recognize him when you see him," the man said.
Fortunately Gus had taken a break and she figured she would dare to go out to the parking lot and speak to this stranger who refused to reveal his identity.
The moment she saw the big Mark IV and glimpsed Nick sitting there, she realized what the score was.
"Hi, beautiful," he began, "I just thought I would talk over a little business deal with you. I know Gus isn't overly generous."
She got in the back seat and sat beside him.
"You're the kind of girl that makes a place go," he told her frankly, "and you're wasting your time here. Gus expects free pussy. More than that, I know the old boy makes a rake-off. You don't hear about it but these truckers have to give him a fee to fuck you."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Gus never said anything about it to me," she replied.
"Of course he wouldn't," Nick said, his forehead creasing in a perpetual frown. "Gus is a clever liar. He makes the girls think they're getting top dollar. He tells them I'm no good. That's because he doesn't want to pay you the right price."
"How much would you give me, Nick?" she asked him. "And what would I have to do?'"
"It would be an easy life," he explained, "as the men come to my blind pig to gamble and screw. You'd probably have a couple of days a week off. The rest of the time, of course, I would expect you to be working from approximately five or six o'clock until two o'clock in the morning. But it wouldn't be too difficult. I never let more than three men gang up on a girl."
"I don't have to do many orgies here," she said, "and I think that can be pretty rough on a girl."
"We don't have many men who want that either," he explained, "but I just wanted to tell you it does happen."
"You have not mentioned money yet," she reminded him. "How much are you willing to pay?"
"Because you are so beautiful," Nick smiled, "I think I would put you an a regular basis of five hundred a week. How does that grab you?"
"Shove it, Nick," she said, "Gus lets me make a lot more money than that. I've got to get back to work. I don't want to lose my job."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "the men will wait for you. That old war horse of a waitress that he had working in there is no real competition, honey."
"I happen to like Debbie," she told him, "and I don't like you talking that way about her."
"Is she your lover?" Nick smirked.
"Hardly," Vicky said, "I am not a lesbian."
"I never said you were," Nick smiled delighted that he had gotten her upset. "I simply asked a question. Good evening."
He cut her off curtly and she got out of his car. She only regretted that she hadn't gotten out before.
When she went back to work Gus immediately knew what had happened.
"I want to talk to you," he said. "I've got some people to wait on," Vicky protested.
"Debbie can handle them, can't you, Debbie?" he asked, looking at the other woman.
"Of course I can, Gus," Debbie said quickly.
Back in Gus's office he paced the floor.
"Stabbing me in the back," he said, "that's what you're doing. I have my spies, and I got the word. I watched you and that old fart Nick trying to put a deal together. Let me tell you something. If you doublecross old Gus it'll be the sorriest doublecross you ever pulled."
"I'm not planning to doublecross you," she said disgustedly, "and I didn't even know he was out there. Some jerk comes in here and says an old friend wants to see me."
"He has many devices to get to the girls," Gus agreed, "but we can overlook your falling into his trap providing you tell me everything he offered you."
"He offered me five hundred a week," she told him.
"You're making more than that here, aren't you?" Gus asked her. "Yes," she replied.
"What did you tell him?" Gus asked evenly. "I told him to shove it," she replied in a firm manner.
"Good for you," Gus nodded, "I'm really happy to hear you say that. Too many times disloyal girls have given me sleepless nights. I'm glad I've found one girl who can be a little bit loyal."
"I've been more than a little bit loyal to you, Gus," she replied, "and I happen to know that they pay plenty for dog exhibitions. So if you expect me to fuck Teddy so you can jack off and watch that big dog and me make it, forget it."
"Now, now," Gus said, trying to rub her fur the right way. "Let's not be hasty. I was only looking after your best interests, dear. That's my first concern."
"Your first concern, Gus," Vicky told him bluntly, "is yourself. You're selfish as hell. Fortunately, I'm making more money here than I could working for him. So I'll stay here. Now can I get back to work?"
"Of course you can," he said. "It always makes me happy when a waitress wants to work."
She went back to her job and Debbie was drooling over one of her customers. "Debbie, I'm back now," she told her. "I'm glad you are," the athletic-looking trucker smiled, "because I was thinking maybe you and I could have a date a little later."
"I don't think we've really formally met, have we?" she asked with a shrug.
"No, we haven't," he admitted, "my name is Frank."
"Hi, Frank," Vicky said. "What were you interested in?"
"I think you have a pretty good idea, don't you?" he said with a grin. "I would like the specialty treatment."
"All right," she said in a whisper, "but it will cost you. You know my price is a hundred."
"Of course," he said, "I know your price. You have to pay for something good if you're gonna get it. Isn't that what you were thinking when you put a price tag on your pussy?"
"For your information," she laughed, "I've got a price tag on my ass and on my mouth as well. It's a package deal. Pussy, ass and mouth."
"Good girl," he told her. "Little Miss Three Holes."
"I'll catch you later," she said, "and you'd better not stand me up either, trucker."
"Don't worry," he told her, "Frank never passes up a good piece of ass."
Frank was telling the truth as she discovered when he came around to her place after she was off at two.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled, "have you got the bed warm?"
"Sure have, honey," she said. "I hope your cock is real hard. Vicky feels the need of a real good fuck tonight."
"That's good," he told her, "because I'm prepared to give you a wild time."
Vicky was telling him the truth. She threw her arms around him and pressed her bosoms back and forth across his chest. Frank loved that. He jabbed his cock against her and she felt it
"You're really horny," she smiled.
They went into the bedroom and didn't take much time. For Vicky was eager to get his his cock into her.
When they were both naked she got on the bed and suggested, "How about letting little old Vicky ride your prick, tiger?"
"If you want to, baby," he said, "I would enjoy giving it to you that way."
She straddled him. She enjoyed the sensation of gripping his penis and plunging it into herself.
"Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me good.
Effectively grabbing his cock with her pussy muscles she gave him the type of sensations he always wanted.
"Wild," he smiled at her, "come on, baby. You're doing it just like I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
The big penis plunged in vigorously. Reaching up he played with her bosoms.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Oh, I love it. Come on, fuck."
She was riding his cock and he was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck. Fuck me good."
The thick penis plunged into Vicky's pussy. Frank was delighted that she was tight. He realized that he had found a woman who not only enjoyed being screwed but could provide a man with a fantastic fuck.
"I like your tits when I pinch them," he smiled, "they get blood red."
"Don't pinch them so hard," she said, "or I will say good-bye, Frank, when this is over. If you're a good boy I'll let you come back."
"I promise I'll be good," he told her, "and I want to ride you again."
Frank's huge shaft went on stabbing into her. She wiggled this way and that. His hands moved from her breasts to her buttocks. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he went on thrusting forward.
"Fuck me," she begged in a husky whisper, "fuck me. Oh, Frank, let me feel it. Let me have that throbbing cock in me. Are you loaded, baby?"
"Am I ever," he assured her. "You're gonna get it. Every fucking drop of it. Oh, baby, keep wiggling. That's it. Keep your ass in motion."
Vicky didn't stop for a moment. She knew it was important to provide Frank with every sensation she knew how to bring him to a scorching climax. It was this kind of orgasm that men were willing to pay for.
"Fuck it," she begged, "fuck me, Frank. Oh, yes. That's it. Come on, tiger, now you're screwing. Fuck me!"
Enthusiastically, Frank jabbed it into her. Every hard cock stab brought more pleasure.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "oh, baby. That's what I like. Come on, baby, fuck me."
He couldn't take much more of it. His huge shaft exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, swing your hips. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, fuck it.
Fuck it off."
The hot cream splattered from his penis head.
"I'm juicing," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, that's beautiful. Now we're doing it. Fuck. Fuck it."
As the thick cock exploded, she grabbed its head, milking it some more.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "this is just what I need. Keep riding it. Ride it, baby."
She kept on grabbing at his cock, teasing it with the milking motions of her pussy muscles. More sperm spurted out of Frank's cock head.
"Just what I needed," he told her, "a dame with a good tight pussy. I like tight twat."
"I've enjoyed it, Frank," she replied.
Frank's hands moved from her buttocks up to her bosoms. He gently stroked them.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you don't know how good you make me feel."
"I enjoyed it immensely, too," he replied, "that's why I'm gonna pay a hundred bucks for it. We've got to get together again."
"Sure thing," she told him.
She bent over and kissed him. She was hoping this was all that he would want. She was delighted when she discovered that he had to hit the road in fifteen minutes.
"I'll just grab me some coffee and get out of here," he said, "but when I come back, baby, I want you to lick my dick, and do a lot of other things."
"I'm a specialist at giving head jobs," Vicky smiled, "and I bet you love to do it, too."
"You know it," he told her with self-assurance.
After a couple of hot kisses, Vicky pulled off him.