Chapter 6
"So, what will you be doing? Just staying in?" Mack Anderson asked his wife Sally the following day. He'd called her from a phone at a truck stop.
"Yeah. I'll be going over to Joy's for cards with the girls," Sally replied. "And we're going to hire some male prostitutes and have an orgy."
"Fucking funny," Mack chortled. "I guess, if the guys don't show up, you'll have to settle for just cards."
"Oh, they'll show up," Sally said slyly. "They know how hot we are."
"Well, I know how hot you are," Mack laughed. "Don't make me think about it-I still have three more days on the road."
"Oops, sorry," his wife replied. "Well, have a good night, Mack. I'm going to start getting ready."
Mack hung up and went back into the restaurant, a long, rectangular building. The counter, backed by the kitchen area, stretched along the rear wall, but not to the end. Another wall stood at a right angle to the counter, forming an alcove with tables and chairs.
And women. Usually, the roadside hookers Mack engaged looked like Sally, tall, lean, with high butt cheeks and small breasts. That night, he felt the need for something different. He was already a little horny when he called his wife, and the sex bug was biting him hard as he sauntered casually over to the alcove.
There was only one woman there, a brassy blonde who winked at him. Huge breasts strained against the white of her half-open blouse, and Mack could see a bit of the lace of her bra. Her hair, a mass of bleached curls, hung around her shoulders, and bright red lipstick coated her full, sensual lips. Her light-brown suede skirt stopped at mid-thigh. The red bandanna around her neck, the beaded hem of the skirt and her gaudily elaborate boots suggested the cowgirl look.
All his other hookers dressed plainly, ordinary dresses or jeans...like housewives. Mack felt excitement mix with his lust as he stepped up to her.
"You look like a cowboy," she said, crossing her legs and letting him get a glimpse of the blue of her panty crotch. "Want something to ride?"
"Oh, I need a good filly right now," Mack said, sitting down next to her and feeling his cock grow in his pants.
She leaned over to him, her blouse opening a bit more, and rested her hand on his thick arm. "You have a truck, right?" Mack nodded. "Good," she said, glancing around to make sure no one was trying to listen. "Well, I'm the filly you need, but you'll have to put on my feed bag."
"Okay," Mack said. "I've got plenty of 'oats' for you."
"Say fifty?" She placed her hands just under her tits.
"That's kind of a big feed," Mack said. "Shit, I've been paying-"
"Plain old gals who just lie there," she cut in. "Mister, I'll give you a hell of a ride. What's your name, anyway?"
"Mack," he replied, grinning.
She looked at him skeptically. "As good a name as any. At least, it's easy to remember. I'm Lucy."
He saw no point in telling her that his name really was Mack. Anyway, her name probably wasn't Lucy, either. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out two twenties and a ten and showed her the bills.
"Not here," she whispered, looking around nervously.
Mack quickly shoved the money into his back pocket. Telling him to wait five minutes, Lucy casually left the restaurant. From where he was sitting, Mack could see sideways down the counter. The two countermen paused to gaze at the swell of Lucy's buttocks, then turned back to their work.
Five minutes later, Mack got up and headed out. He paused at the doorway to glance at the counter. The countermen weren't paying any attention to him, and he stepped out. Lucy was waiting for him by the side of the restaurant building. He gestured to a large eighteen-wheeler
in the rear of the huge parking lot, and she headed towards it.
He watched her disappear into the darkness beyond the parking lot lights, then he headed quickly for his truck. She was standing by the cab, leaning against the door.
"I have a bed," he told her, leading her to the sleeping compartment. He climbed in first, then helped her up. He took the money out of his pocket as he closed the door behind them, and she secured the bills in her purse.
Lucy quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. "I said I give more, and I meant it," she purred, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra.
The last hooker he'd hired didn't undress completely. She had a plain cotton dress on, and she pulled the top down and lifted the hem. The sex lasted all of five minutes, she lying quietly beneath him, her dress bunched up around her middle.
Lucy was different. Tossing her bra aside, she hefted her round, basketball-sized tits and pointed her long, fat brown nipples at him. "See? I strip." Letting go of her breasts, she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it drop to her feet.
Black pussy hairs crept out of the tight crotch of her blue panties. Grabbing the hem, she yanked them down, exposing a strip of black cunt hair, then she abruptly pulled them back up.
"Ah-ah. No fair. You have to get naked, too," she said, reaching for his belt.
Mack looked down to see her long fingers
undo his belt and the top of his pants. The cotton of his briefs grazed against his prick as she dragged them down, and his fat cock sprang to full erection.
"Nice and thick. A good mouthful," she murmured, plunking her panty-clad ass on his small bed.
Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his dickhead. Mack unbuttoned his shirt, his hands shaking as he pulled it off. Wrapping her fingers around his stiff cockshaft, she made a circle with her lips and shoved the head into her mouth.
Mack recalled that he hadn't said anything about getting sucked. Usually, whores charged separately for each act.
Usually, whores didn't perform as enthusiastically as lovers.
Making small, murmuring sounds of delight, Lucy pulled his cock away and maintained her grip on it while she reached under the bed for her bag. Drawing out a condom, she expertly got it out of its packet and slipped it over his dick. Feeling a firestorm of lust rage through him, Mack shoved his hips forward and felt the damp heat of her mouth surround his condom-wrapped penis.
"I thought we were going to fuck," he said hoarsely. "This is great, but-"
She wiggled her head, wiggling his prick along with it. Clutching Mack's buttocks, she shoved her head forward and took the full length of his prick in her mouth. Mack tried to step back, but she spread his ass cheeks and slid her
hands down his crack.
The touch of her fingertip on his anus made him helpless with lust. Unable to protest, he leaned forward and gripped her naked shoulders as she tightened the grip of her mouth on his hard-on. Drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck hard, working her head back and forth. Mack groaned and felt his cum load ride into his cockshaft as she pushed her fingertip into his asshole.
Suck, mouth-stroke, suck, mouth-stroke... Mack let out an impassioned howl as his cum roared out of his cockhead, filling the tip of the rubber as his balls slapped against her chin. Giving his cock one last suck, Lucy opened her mouth wide and let it flop out.
Mack snapped off the rubber, tossed it into a wastebasket, then sat down on the bed with a sigh. "That was great," he said, breathing hard. "But I guess that's it, right? Kind of a lot just for mouth."
"Right," Lucy said, assuming a tone of mock seriousness. "It's way too much. I'd say twenty, tops. I'd never charge that much just for a suck."
"Well, so-" Mack began, gazing at her panty-covered crotch.
"So, I said I'd give you a lot, and I meant it," Lucy said. She slid to the edge of the bed, laid down on her back and raised her legs. 'To start, you can take my panties off."
"Making me work, huh?" Mack chuckled, seizing the hem of her panties and pulling them up her thighs. Although he'd just cum, he could
feel a familiar tingling in his soft cock as ass crack and pussy gash came into view.
"Do you like to lick girls?" Lucy purred, spreading her legs and lowering them on either side of him.
"Uh, yeah," Mack said, a look of amazement on his face. "But I've never-"
"Had a hooker who'd let you? Ever have a hooker who'd actually cum?" An impish grin spread across Lucy's round, pretty face. "Come on, help yourself. Dinner's on the table."
Lucy reached into her crotch and spread her pussy lips wide, revealing the moist, pink interior of her snatch. Mack flattened himself out on his stomach and slid between her legs, reaching for her huge boobs as he pressed his mouth against her cunt slit.
"Your hands feel good on my tits," Lucy said. "Ever tit-fuck your wife?"
Mack looked up at her as he was about to stick his tongue between her pussy lips. "How did you know I was married?"
"Oh, I don't know. You just sort of look married, I guess." The way he reacted to the condom was a giveaway. Also, the way he moved around her. She didn't say that, though. He was already mixed up over the way she was fulfilling her end of their bargain, and she saw no point in confusing him any further.
The real reason she was with him in the truck might be more than he could take.
Mack grunted an assent and put his mouth back on her twat. She raised her knees, leaning
the insides of her thighs against the sides of his head, humping at him as he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her tits, her large, stiff nipples pressing against his sweaty palms as her cunt lips swelled against his face.
"Give me some finger," she gasped at him. "And lick my clitty. You know where it is, right?"
Drawing his tongue out, Mack replied, "You said I was married." With that, he pressed his lips to the top of her pussy slit and took a hand off her breast to dip his fingers between her thighs. Her strip of black pussy hair left the top of her slit bare, so it was easy for him to find the protective sheath of skin over her love button.
Jamming two fingers together, he slid them between her pussy lips. The hot flesh of her pussy slithered around his fingers as he pushed them in, and the stiffness of her clitoris dug into his tongue. Her cunt lips swelled hard against his face and her cunt juice flooded out as he swirled his tongue tip around her love button.
Raising her legs, she crossed them over his back as she thrashed from side to side. Mack starting pumping his fingers, frigging her pussy hard as her love bud throbbed against his tongue. Caught in a frenzy of passion, he felt his cock grow under him as her arousal fluids continued to flood his face.
Finally, she cried out and dragged herself away from his fingers and tongue. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she breathed hard, pulling herself up to a sitting position.
For a moment, Mack looked at her as if he didn't know what he was seeing. Then his eyes widened, and a look of pure astonishment spread over his face as he realized what had just happened.
"You got off," he said, a note of wonder in his voice. "That wasn't faked-it couldn't have been. You really did cum!"
"I said I did, didn't I," Lucy purred. "Look, you're getting longer already, and I have plenty of rubbers. Why don't you just lie down and let me take care of you?"
Scarcely able to believe his incredibly good fortune, Mack stretched out on his back. Lucy got off the bed and stepped around to the foot, spreading his legs and kneeling between them. She took his cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it up off his scrotum.
"Don't worry about a thing," she drawled. "We'll have this guy up and working in no time. Now, about that tit-fucking. Ever do it?"
"No, my wife's tits are kind of small," Mack replied.
"How about your girlfriend's?" Lucy asked teasingly.
"Girlfriend?" Mack looked at her question-ingly. "Oh. No, I don't really fuck around. It's just that driving all the time, being away from Sally-that's my wife-you know, I get horny and all. Hookers ain't like cheating, really. I mean, I'm paying for it."
"That does make sense," Lucy replied thoughtfully. "Anyway, let me show you."
Leaning down to him, she took hold of her right breast and pressed it against his cock and balls. "Doesn't that feel good?" she said.
"Incredible, fucking incredible," Mack grunted.
"Well, you're going to love this, then." Lucy slipped a hand under his scrotum and lifted it, leaning down at the same time. She pressed her stiff nipple against the wrinkled flesh, tracing the outline of his testicles. Releasing her hold on his balls, she lifted his semi-hard dick again and pressed her nipple against the tiny slit in the head.
His cock started growing longer in her grip. Releasing it, she took hold of her other breast and jammed both nipples against the base of his cockshaft. Pressing hard, she dragged them to the head. His cock crawled up to full erection, and she tightly squeezed it between her boobs. Mack thrust his ass up, making his cockhead pop up from between the two mounds of flesh. Ducking her head down, she rubbed her lips over his dick-head and swirled her tongue around.
"You're all set, " she murmured, lifting herself up and leaving his hard cock bobbing around in his crotch as she reached for her bag again. She fished out another condom, opened it and slipped it over his hard-on.
"You ride me, or 1 ride you?" she asked.
"Want to get on top?" Mack asked hopefully. That was one position that Sally wasn't too fond of, and one that no other hooker would consider. He'd wanted something different, and he was getting it in a weird, incredible way. For a
moment, he thought that it was maybe too strange, then Lucy straddled his hips and took hold of his sheathed hard-on.
"In we go," she said in a sing-song tone, skillfully tucking his cockhead between her cunt lips. Tightening her grip on the base of his cockshaft, she pushed down with her hips. Mack gripped the sheets, tilting his head back and groaning as her cunt slid down over his stiff dick.
He felt gentle pressure on the top of his thighs, her butt cheeks settling down on him as her strip of pussy hair grazed his cock hair. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands firmly against his chest, her nipples brushing against his chest hair. Peeling his fingers off the crumpled sheet, Mack seized her breasts, palms to nipples.
"Oh, I love having a prick in me," she cried out, her face a mask of ecstasy as she circled her hips.
Mack flicked his half-closed eyes wide open and stared up at her. Her outcry distracted him momentarily, and the feeling that something was not quite right came back to him. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back. Could she actually be enjoying it? Before he could think any further, she squeezed her internal pussy muscles tightly around his condom-clad dick.
He'd let go of her tits and lay flat on his back, again gripping the sheets as he felt her pussy move around his sheathed prick. Incredible waves of sensation roared through him. Then wetness formed around the base of his cock, dampening the thick hairs sticking out from the
rim of the condom, and her cunt churned even more madly.
Lucy was cumming, but the haze of lust that had enveloped Mack made it impossible for him to think about the way she was acting. He thought he could feel her slow down, then stop...his thoughts became clearer when Lucy straightened up, his cock still firmly in her cunt.
"Just let me have one more," she said. "Then you can get on top, okay?"
"One more?" Mack asked, totally confused.
"Orgasm, silly. Didn't you notice I was getting off?"
"Ah, I, uh, thought you were. But that's not."
"I'd said I'd give you more, didn't I?" Lucy
interrupted. "So, just enjoy. I'm ready to go
again."
With that, she leaned over and clenched her pussy muscles around his cockshaft again. This time, she used his cock like a sex toy, her fingers wrapped around the shaft while she rubbed the head over her G spot. She came quickly, leaping up off his prick as more of her cunt juice soaked his cock hair and balls.
Pausing only for a second, Lucy flipped over on her back. "Come on, climb on board," she said. "Besides, it's crowded in here."
Her bare side was at the very edge of the small bunk bed, and Mack was pressed against the wall. Gratefully, he turned over on top of her, seized his prick and shoved the head into her slit. He slid in rapidly, feeling his long-withheld climax slowly unfold. Then spurt after spurt of cum filled
the condom, and the small bed creaked dangerously as his balls touched her slit.
Exhaustion and total satisfaction settled over him as his orgasm dwindled. He dragged his cock out slowly, and Lucy leaped off the bed as he pulled off the condom. Lying flat on the bed, he watched her step into her panties and pull her bra over her breasts. Blouse and skirt followed, and Lucy blew him a kiss as she stepped out of the truck.
Mack put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if he'd gotten a five-hundred-dollar job for fifty bucks.
The following evening, Friday, Angie Allen arrived at Joy Salter's house at six. Glowing with excitement, she rushed into the kitchen and plunked down a large carry-all bag on the table.
"Three tapes," she said. "And one's a shaving video. The other two are strictly girl-girl."
Joy picked up one of the tapes, looked at the box cover and nodded approvingly. "These look...." She paused as she contemplated a group shot of nearly naked women. "Yeah, I guess these will be okay."
Angie understood that the depiction turned Joy on, but she knew enough not to say anything. Instead, she asked, "Are you feeling a little nervous?"
"Yeah, a little," Joy shrugged. "Have you figured out what you're going to do?"
Angie smiled. "First of all, nothing. We'll just share a couch and turn on the films, then we'll let
the talk turn to shaving and girl-girl stuff. Little by little, we'll let them know "
"Relax them into it, right?" Joy said hopefully.
Angie nodded. "I'm sure they won't freak or anything. You've had your little college fling. Are you that sure Marie and Sally haven't?"
"No, but Sally hinted at it a couple of times," Joy said.
"Great, that'll make things even easier."
Angie helped Joy prepare the snacks for the evening. Around seven, Marie Joseph arrived. "Hi, Fred will be on the road all weekend, poor guy," she announced.
"Hi, Marie," Joy said. Angie stepped out of the kitchen, and Joy introduced her. About fifteen minutes later, Sally showed up, grinning. "I brought a lesbian tape," she grinned, pulling a brightly colored videotape box out of her bag and waving it around. Seeing the blonde waitress, she said, "Hi, you're Angie, right? I'm Sally."
In the living room, they ate and drank beer. Angie talked a bit about her work in the diner, and Sally mentioned that her truck driver husband was out of town.
"So, we're a deserted wives club," Marie chortled. "How about you, Angie?"
"I'm not a wife. Won't be for a while," Angie said. "Of course, I could use some company, anyway."
"Hey, a knockout like you with no boyfriend?" Sally laughed. Angie couldn't be sure, but it seemed to her that Sally was furtively trying to peek up under her short skirt.
Well, she'd see plenty before the evening was finished.
Angie replied, "Oh, nothing serious."
"Just a couple of casual fucks?" Marie asked.
"Yeah, that's it," Angie said. "Relieves the tension, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, do we," Joy laughed. "Anyway, about relieving tension, Angie's brought some tapes. Put one on, okay?"
"Hmm," Angie mused. "How about we start with the shaving video?"
"Shaving? Who wants to see some woman shave her legs?" Marie queried.
"Oh, shit, Marie," Sally said, a note of exasperation in her voice. "It's not legs, for fuck's sake!"
"You mean-" Marie began.
"Cunts, my dear," Joy said airily.
"Ooh, yeah, I heard about that," Marie said. "You have that on tape?
"Uh-huh." Angie reached into her bag, which she'd retrieved from the kitchen table, and pulled out a garishly colored videotape box. Waving it around, she said, "This is two girls, shaving each other. Then they you-know-what."
"No guys in this one?" Sally asked. "No pricks to look at?"
Angie shook her head. "No, plenty of cunts, though. And you can see everything." The blonde waitress anxiously watched Sally's face. There was no sign of disapproval, just curiosity. A glance at Marie's face showed the same. Inwardly relieved, she popped the tape into the
VCR.
'"Oh, wait," Marie said. "We usually put the lights out. We, uh-"
"Play with ourselves while we watch," Sally finished for her. "So, we keep it kind of private."
"But it's two girls," Joy interjected. "What are you going to get off on?"
Both women shrugged. "Maybe we'll get excited," Sally laughed.
Joy got up and clicked off the lights. Angie clicked on the VCR, then reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties with one hand, keeping her skirt pulled down with her other. There was a rustle of cloth as Sally pulled down her jeans, cursing as she stumbled and fell back on her couch.
"Oh, fuck this," she muttered rather mannishly. She yanked her feet out of her bunched-up pants and underpants and pushed the garments aside. Marie, meanwhile, had bundled her short dress up around her waist. She was leaning back on the opposite end of Sally's couch, her white panties knotted up around her ankles.
After the credits, the scene opened on two young women, a redhead and a brunette. They were both fully dressed, sitting on a sofa. The camera focused in on the redhead, and she introduced herself as Diana. The brunette's name was Cherry. Diana announced that they were going to shave each other, and the camera followed them as they headed to a large bathroom with a ridiculously oversized bathtub.
From the light given off by the television set,
Angie could see the movements of the women's hands on themselves. It seemed to her that the movements got a bit more rapid when the redhead's small tits came into view. By the time both women were naked, soft, wet sounds were coming from Marie and Sally's couch.
Were they turned on? Wondering, Angie let her fingers drift out of her pussy. Could it possibly be this easy? She'd been expecting anything, even total disaster...but they were pumping away like they were watching a man-woman couple.
On the tape, the brunette was first to be shaved. There was a close-up of her pussy slit, and it seemed to Angie that the wet sounds grew a little louder. She tried to tell herself it was just her wishful thinking, but it just didn't seem that way. Slowly, the redhead lathered up the brunette's rather copious pussy bush. The camera was positioned so that there was a good side view of the redhead's small breasts as well as a full view of the brunette's shaving cream-covered pussy. A creaking sound came from Sally and Marie's couch, one or both of them shifting around.
That couldn't be her imagination, Angie realized. They were turned on. Resisting an urge to frig herself to a loud orgasm, she drew her fingers out of her pussy, tugged down her skirt and turned her attention back to the television.
With slow, even strokes, the redhead shaved the brunette's cunt hair, starting at the top of her mound and baring more and more skin. She
turned her wrist carefully at the top of the brunette's slit, shaving all the wrinkled private flesh bare.
Joy had her hand in her pants, her palm flat against her pussy, and her cunt lips swelled as she realized that the scene on the tape was like what she and Angie had done earlier. She glanced over at the blonde waitress, disappointed to see that Angie had pulled her skirt back down. It was so tempting to reach over and...but she didn't want to rush things.
How were Sally and Marie taking it? Pumping away, Joy noticed for the first time. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. If they were receptive to girl-girl sex on tape, what about in the flesh?