The Ten Code
The Ten Code
Last November I pulled off the freeway short of town in order to stop and get a drink and pee break at a local truck stop. This place is a favorite of mine because it is an old classic from Rt 66 days and although older and not quite as spiffy as the new corporate stops it has a certain class and air about it that draws me in. The diner is excellent with a mix of American, Mexican and South Asian food. The curry is to die for as is the chef. Every time I go in there I make a subtle pass at him and he tells me in his thick Hindi accent that his wife would not approve. This inside joke has been going on for a couple of years now but has remained between us. Guys stop here because of the food and because it is a safe and quiet place to get fuel, a shower and some sleep. This place is family owned and operated and it seems the staff really go out of their way for the drivers. It does not have the same hustle and bustle and hassles of the big corporately owned stops and guys tend to like the personalized service and atmosphere. The locals who come here are also part of the family. Just last week I was at the register when I overheard a driver asking how he could get some red antifreeze. The store and shop were both out and the next source was 3 miles away in town. The gal at the register was at a loss for an answer when I piped up and said “I can take you to NAPA and bring you back. It is not that far.” We hopped in my car and headed to town and talked along the way. On the way back from town he had engaged me to the point that if he had the time, I could have blown him easily. He had read me but he was in a rush and I simply noted his rig and colors and hoped for a better opportunity next time. That is typical of this area. Back at the truck stop the clerk went out of her way to thank me. People go out of their way to be nice and be helpful. This place is family. It is a rare thing these days.
This particular weekday evening the diner closed at 7 and I had just missed it. So it was in to the convenience mart to hit the boys room and then get a drink to sustain me for the rest of the drive home. As I moved back to the parking spaces where I put my car I took a quick scan of the lot to see if I recognized any of the rigs. I have been lucky here more than once and most of these drivers are on a regular schedule so the probability of seeing a familiar truck and then drawing that driver’s attention to me seemed like the best option to work to get some cock. Nothing on the West side looked familiar so I got in the car and cruised to the East side of the lot and parked on the far edge of the lot. It was now completely dark but I still had a good view of the rigs parked between me and the lights of the fuel plaza. I rolled down the windows, “accidentally” tapped my brakes twice and settled in to watch for signs of action. I keep a small mobile CB in the car and plugged it in and turned it to Channel 19 to listen. Nothing. Switch to Channel 24. I heard a distant voice and a response so I waited and listened to see if I could pick up the conversation. I waited for another 10 minutes until the distant conversation died off and keyed the mike twice. Back came a double key. I then raised the mike and asked “anybody looking for some company?” Back came “what do you have in mind, good buddy?” I answered off the top of my head and without a lot of forethought “I just want to show some respect to a traveling man tonight.” He came back with “Come to the lights.” I noticed a Peterbilt in Electra-glide Blue and a flat bed parked along the north edge of the lot. The marker lights flashed twice. I rolled up my windows, grabbed my fag bag and headed to it across the dark lot.
As I approached I noted a cab light over the center console and what appeared to be the light of a TV screen coming from inside the sleeper. I walked up the side of the trailer to the tractor and the window came down. The door opened and a voice commanded “Hop up” so I mounted the tank and stood inside the door. The driver gave me the once over as I stared at his erect cock in his fly and said “you look good to me, Blondie, cum around the other side and hop in.” I jogged around the front of the idling rig and mounted the right side tank as the door opened. Up on to the seat I went as the driver settled back in to his. He had his cock in his hand, through his fly in his shorts and was stroking himself slowly. From the sleeper I noted the light of a TV and sounds of a porn flick running. His voice broke my train of thought as he said “so would you like to go down on this?” I mumbled yes and looked him in the face for the first time. He was a mid 50’s Latin guy, mustache and goatee, wearing a sleeveless T shirt and cargo shorts. I noted the sleeve jobs on both arms, the girth of his forearms and upper arms and the thickness of his legs and neck. He turned facing me and showed me the full profile of his cock in the dim light of the overhead light and reflected TV light. The thick head was surrounded by his thumb and fingers but I could guess that he was very thick and at least 9 inches just by the position of his hand. He slipped his hand free from his cock and slipped his shorts down allowing them and his boxers to drop to his feet. I went to my knees and knee walked over to him around the stick shift. He stood up and said “over here, this is better” as he sat down on the step leading to the sleeper. I turned, addressed him and went down on him.
He was already fully erect and gave me a taste of precum as I went to my business. This was probably not going to last long because his balls were already up in launch position and he was rock hard and throbbing. All I could do was lighten up on my suction and tongue stroking and try to make this ride last as long as possible but not to the point of frustrating him. There comes a time where a man needs to cum and cum hard and trying to delay that beyond a certain point is counter productive. Once he is ready to go just wait for it and when it comes then you get down on the shaft, turn up the suction and get the tongue working to stimulate the last shot of jizz out of him. He was so close I just prepared myself for the explosion. As I moved up and down his shaft and rolled my tongue around his glans and over his pee hole and then down again as he tensed up and put both of his powerful hands behind my head and guided me as I worked. Three more strokes and his hands tensed and held me down on the base of his shaft as he exploded. I could hear him moan “Ohhh fuck, Ohhhh fuck” in rhythm with his convulsions. His cum came in loads shot hard and bounced off he back of my throat. I counted 6, 7, 8 as he convulsed and filled me with his hot lava as I maintained the suction and tongue action on his shaft. After eight hard shots he lightened the pressure on my head and I went back in to my skull fucking motion. Paying particular attention to the head of his cock and maintaining good suction on him he squirmed with pleasure as I kept up my motion. He let me keep this up for another 2 minutes but when he became too sensitive he cautioned me by once again gripping my head and holding me in place or guiding me more slowly. As he started to go soft I felt him lay back against the frame of the bunk. We kept up this stimulation until it was clear he was done for that inning. He slowly pulled his cock back and out of my mouth and pushed me up erect, on my knees in front of him. He looked down at me with a slight grin and said “you swallowed it all. That is what I call respect.” We both laughed and then moved back on to our respective seats.
I asked him if he wanted me to stick around long enough to get another load out of him and he said it might be worth a try but he was not sure if he could stay awake. I said okay and then we chatted for a bit. He told me he was through the area every two weeks and I asked if he would like my number. He gladly took my number and said “maybe we should do a rain check for next time I come through. I need to get some sleep. Don’t get me wrong, you are fantastic, but I have to be on the road at 3 am and need to crash. Next time?” I said that was great with me and I look forward to the next time. He said the same and told me he felt comfortable with me and that he had never hooked up on the road like this. He was recently single and his sex life had been reduced to jacking off in his sleeper. He was afraid of the crack whores and lunatics that populated some of the other truck stops and that is why he stopped at this one. But he was glad to meet me and would definitely call me. He also asked if I had any friends just like me, guys who sucked cock for the love of sucking cock who were not nuts or on meth. I told him I knew guys all over the West Coast and Southwest and could hook him up if he let me know in advance. With that I took out two Handi-wipes and cleaned up his cock, balls and crotch. He thanked me and told me he would call in about 10 days. We parted and I hopped down the tank and on to the asphalt parking lot. As I slowly walked around the Peterbilt I directed myself across the lot, between a line of three rigs on each side and kind of indirectly headed back to my car. As I approached the last rig on the left, farthest from the fuel plaza and lit up by the lights of the plaza I noted a cab light come on and a window sliding down. I steered myself closer to the driver’s side of the rig on my slow walk toward my car.
As I was approaching even with the rig I noted a hand come out of the window and give me a cupped finger wave toward his rig. I followed the signal and neared the driver’s side door. As I did a second cab light came on and I could see a long, slender and bearded face smiling down at me. I stood below the window looking up and the face asked “would you like to come up and watch a film?” I said yes and he motioned me around to the passenger side of his new Volvo rig. I mounted the tank and slid through the opened door and on to the seat. In the driver’s seat sat a spectacular example of manhood: over 6 feet tall, slender, mahogany dark skin, jet black hair and beard and long slender hands. His jet black eyes looked me over and then he looked down to reveal his cock poking over the band of his purple and white basket ball shorts. I was transfixed looking at his cock when out of the corner of my left eye I noticed movement in the dim light of the sleeper. In the dull reflected light of a TV screen I could see the profile of another dark body with a cock standing erect in the light. The fellow in the sleeper held his cock erect with his right hand and slowly stroked all 10 inches of it. The driver then leaned over to me and said in a low tone “strip.” I put my fag bag down, slipped off my shoes and socks and the pulled my shirt and tank top off. From there I stood and dropped my cargo shorts revealing the lavender pair of satin granny panties I has wearing for this evening. Seeing this the driver motioned me toward him with his left hand and said “come.” I stepped over to him, leaning forward and as I came close to him his hand slid under my crotch and enveloped my junk. I could feel him rubbing the fabric of my panties as he squeezed my boyhood and looked in to my eyes. The fellow in the sleeper pulled himself up and against the headboard of the bunk. He motioned me to slide in. Before I did I turned and picked up my fag bag knowing full well that I was going to take a pounding and wanted my lube. I then crawled in to the bunk as number two pulled me toward him with his hands under my arm pits. I was suspended over his erect cock when he then guided me down to put my weight on his legs and lined me up on his cock. I came down and took his cock in my mouth as I did. Number two was a bit shorter and heavier than his driving partner but also had a beautiful uncut cock in perfect mahogany with a deep purple glans. I went full down on him and began face fucking myself on his beautiful tool. As I was occupied with the cock in my mouth I noted the driver sliding in to the sleeper and over me. His stiff cock left a trail of precum on the backs of my legs as he rolled to his side. I then heard the snapping of of a rubber, the popping of a lube bottle top and felt his had guide my panties down to expose my waiting pussy ass. He put the lube bottle against my opening and gave it a shot and then gave me one, then two and finally three lubed fingers. As he worked to open me his partner got hard and got his hands behind my head to keep me focused on my current job.
The driver then rolled on top of me and began dry humping my ass. As he did so he showed me the wrapper of his rubber and said “French Tickler. You like?” I tried to mumble yes but had a cock deep down my throat. The driver then put his hands under my hips, hiked me up a bit and then pressed his cock head through my opening and in to me. One, two and then three gentle but insistent pushes had him all the way in me while I continued to work his buddy’s cock. I sank in to a nearly u*********s focus on my work as the spit roast took me over. Both men were powerful, larger than me and directed me as they wished. I timed my face fucking with the inward thrust of the cock now breeding my fanny. We were in a perfect motion with me satisfying both men in a rhythm that kept them both painfully erect but not to the point where they were going to shoot early. We rocked as I sucked and flicked and contracted the muscles of my pussy ass to please them as they rode. Both men began a slow banter in Hindi as I did my work. The low sound of their voices had a controlling, almost hypnotizing effect on me as I worked for their pleasure. In and out, up and down in synchronicity we worked and over the next seven or eight minutes we went on in perfect unison until the driver, driving my fanny for all it was worth stiffened up on me and hardened his grip under my arm pits. He came with a violent explosion and pressed himself full length in to me. I could feel the pulsing of his prostate as he pumped his man juices in to the reservoir tipped rubber. He held me hard under the arm pits as he drove himself in to me and I reciprocated by milking his cock with my pussy ass muscles. How I longed for the good old days of the ‘70’s when I could have taken his load bare and enjoyed the feeling of his hot juices dripping out of me on the way home. His thrusting slowed and I could feel him place his full weight on me as he collapsed in to ecstasy. He remained in me as I milked his cock. This elicited an occasional flinch from him but otherwise he laid on my body and placed his head over my left shoulder as I continued to service his partner. I felt his heavy breathing as I worked for his partner. All this time his buddy had been giving me tastes of precum as he grew harder. Balls in launch position, he guided my head more insistently drawing more pleasure out of my mouth and throat with each stroke. Then his hands clenched my head, fingers digging in to the back of my head as he drove his cock deep in to me and began shooting hot juice in my mouth and straight down my throat. I took his loads eagerly which seemed to turn him on even more. As I worked his cock I held his partner’s semi rigid cock in my fanny and milked him as well. I kept going after the 8th or 9th convulsion and my guy laid there helplessly as I sucked and stroked his cock. Expended, he let me keep to my work and occasionally warned me with a slight “oh, oh, oh” as his stimulation became too much to stand. He loosened his grip on my head and just let his hands ride my motion as I worked him. I noted he was once again getting hard so I kept up the tongue work on his glans between rides down his shaft with my lips and mouth. Harder, harder and then two more heavy shots from his prostate. His hand signaled me that he had given all he could give for the team that night so I laid there with his cock on my mouth but just gave him a little sucking action. This went on for two more minutes when the driver pushed himself up, pulled his cock out of my fanny with a loud pop and then his buddy laughed. I drooped his cock and likewise joined in on the laughter as we all sat up.
We sat in the sleeper for a while and chatted. I gave them my phone number and e-mail address and we talked about their schedule, how often they came through and sex. The driver asked in a thick Hindi accent “In this you are always the woman?” I answered yes not insisting any politically correct bullshit. His buddy chimed in by saying “Yes, good because we are always the man.” He then asked if I orgasmed and I showed him the front of my lavender panties with a cum stain. I said yes, I always orgasm when being taken from the rear by a real man. I told them they both qualified as real men in my book. Beautiful men. Beautiful lovers. They both responded that it was very good that I had an orgasm because that way everyone is happy and we will have many good times in the future. They also told me next time they both wanted to fuck me and they knew where to get really good rubbers that will increase my pleasure. The driver grabbed a big thermos with tea and we enjoyed a cup as I sat their full of cum and with my pussy stretched out. After tea it was time to get dressed and time for the team to hit the mattress while I head back to my car and home to a hot bath tub.
On the way home I recounted the experience of the night and through my mind went crazy thoughts like could I afford to have all three of them quit their jobs, move in with me and fuck me 24/7? Or, maybe the team had cousins in India who wanted to come here. I have a former boyfriend who is an immigration lawyer in LA. Maybe, just maybe…………………. Driving down the old highway home I reviewed some of the hot cruising hook ups I had in my long career as a lot lizard. The CB crackled as I reviewed the events of the night and listened for tell tale requests for company. Being a Truck Stop Sally has its ups and downs, a lot of times you walk away with nothing. Nights like this and the nights that have happened since with these wonderful men have made it all worth while.
Izbrisano
Izbrisano
Last November I pulled off the freeway short of town in order to stop and get a drink and pee break at a local truck stop. This place is a favorite of mine because it is an old classic from Rt 66 days and although older and not quite as spiffy as the new corporate stops it has a certain class and air about it that draws me in. The diner is excellent with a mix of American, Mexican and South Asian food. The curry is to die for as is the chef. Every time I go in there I make a subtle pass at him and he tells me in his thick Hindi accent that his wife would not approve. This inside joke has been going on for a couple of years now but has remained between us. Guys stop here because of the food and because it is a safe and quiet place to get fuel, a shower and some sleep. This place is family owned and operated and it seems the staff really go out of their way for the drivers. It does not have the same hustle and bustle and hassles of the big corporately owned stops and guys tend to like the personalized service and atmosphere. The locals who come here are also part of the family. Just last week I was at the register when I overheard a driver asking how he could get some red antifreeze. The store and shop were both out and the next source was 3 miles away in town. The gal at the register was at a loss for an answer when I piped up and said “I can take you to NAPA and bring you back. It is not that far.” We hopped in my car and headed to town and talked along the way. On the way back from town he had engaged me to the point that if he had the time, I could have blown him easily. He had read me but he was in a rush and I simply noted his rig and colors and hoped for a better opportunity next time. That is typical of this area. Back at the truck stop the clerk went out of her way to thank me. People go out of their way to be nice and be helpful. This place is family. It is a rare thing these days.
This particular weekday evening the diner closed at 7 and I had just missed it. So it was in to the convenience mart to hit the boys room and then get a drink to sustain me for the rest of the drive home. As I moved back to the parking spaces where I put my car I took a quick scan of the lot to see if I recognized any of the rigs. I have been lucky here more than once and most of these drivers are on a regular schedule so the probability of seeing a familiar truck and then drawing that driver’s attention to me seemed like the best option to work to get some cock. Nothing on the West side looked familiar so I got in the car and cruised to the East side of the lot and parked on the far edge of the lot. It was now completely dark but I still had a good view of the rigs parked between me and the lights of the fuel plaza. I rolled down the windows, “accidentally” tapped my brakes twice and settled in to watch for signs of action. I keep a small mobile CB in the car and plugged it in and turned it to Channel 19 to listen. Nothing. Switch to Channel 24. I heard a distant voice and a response so I waited and listened to see if I could pick up the conversation. I waited for another 10 minutes until the distant conversation died off and keyed the mike twice. Back came a double key. I then raised the mike and asked “anybody looking for some company?” Back came “what do you have in mind, good buddy?” I answered off the top of my head and without a lot of forethought “I just want to show some respect to a traveling man tonight.” He came back with “Come to the lights.” I noticed a Peterbilt in Electra-glide Blue and a flat bed parked along the north edge of the lot. The marker lights flashed twice. I rolled up my windows, grabbed my fag bag and headed to it across the dark lot.
As I approached I noted a cab light over the center console and what appeared to be the light of a TV screen coming from inside the sleeper. I walked up the side of the trailer to the tractor and the window came down. The door opened and a voice commanded “Hop up” so I mounted the tank and stood inside the door. The driver gave me the once over as I stared at his erect cock in his fly and said “you look good to me, Blondie, cum around the other side and hop in.” I jogged around the front of the idling rig and mounted the right side tank as the door opened. Up on to the seat I went as the driver settled back in to his. He had his cock in his hand, through his fly in his shorts and was stroking himself slowly. From the sleeper I noted the light of a TV and sounds of a porn flick running. His voice broke my train of thought as he said “so would you like to go down on this?” I mumbled yes and looked him in the face for the first time. He was a mid 50’s Latin guy, mustache and goatee, wearing a sleeveless T shirt and cargo shorts. I noted the sleeve jobs on both arms, the girth of his forearms and upper arms and the thickness of his legs and neck. He turned facing me and showed me the full profile of his cock in the dim light of the overhead light and reflected TV light. The thick head was surrounded by his thumb and fingers but I could guess that he was very thick and at least 9 inches just by the position of his hand. He slipped his hand free from his cock and slipped his shorts down allowing them and his boxers to drop to his feet. I went to my knees and knee walked over to him around the stick shift. He stood up and said “over here, this is better” as he sat down on the step leading to the sleeper. I turned, addressed him and went down on him.
He was already fully erect and gave me a taste of precum as I went to my business. This was probably not going to last long because his balls were already up in launch position and he was rock hard and throbbing. All I could do was lighten up on my suction and tongue stroking and try to make this ride last as long as possible but not to the point of frustrating him. There comes a time where a man needs to cum and cum hard and trying to delay that beyond a certain point is counter productive. Once he is ready to go just wait for it and when it comes then you get down on the shaft, turn up the suction and get the tongue working to stimulate the last shot of jizz out of him. He was so close I just prepared myself for the explosion. As I moved up and down his shaft and rolled my tongue around his glans and over his pee hole and then down again as he tensed up and put both of his powerful hands behind my head and guided me as I worked. Three more strokes and his hands tensed and held me down on the base of his shaft as he exploded. I could hear him moan “Ohhh fuck, Ohhhh fuck” in rhythm with his convulsions. His cum came in loads shot hard and bounced off he back of my throat. I counted 6, 7, 8 as he convulsed and filled me with his hot lava as I maintained the suction and tongue action on his shaft. After eight hard shots he lightened the pressure on my head and I went back in to my skull fucking motion. Paying particular attention to the head of his cock and maintaining good suction on him he squirmed with pleasure as I kept up my motion. He let me keep this up for another 2 minutes but when he became too sensitive he cautioned me by once again gripping my head and holding me in place or guiding me more slowly. As he started to go soft I felt him lay back against the frame of the bunk. We kept up this stimulation until it was clear he was done for that inning. He slowly pulled his cock back and out of my mouth and pushed me up erect, on my knees in front of him. He looked down at me with a slight grin and said “you swallowed it all. That is what I call respect.” We both laughed and then moved back on to our respective seats.
I asked him if he wanted me to stick around long enough to get another load out of him and he said it might be worth a try but he was not sure if he could stay awake. I said okay and then we chatted for a bit. He told me he was through the area every two weeks and I asked if he would like my number. He gladly took my number and said “maybe we should do a rain check for next time I come through. I need to get some sleep. Don’t get me wrong, you are fantastic, but I have to be on the road at 3 am and need to crash. Next time?” I said that was great with me and I look forward to the next time. He said the same and told me he felt comfortable with me and that he had never hooked up on the road like this. He was recently single and his sex life had been reduced to jacking off in his sleeper. He was afraid of the crack whores and lunatics that populated some of the other truck stops and that is why he stopped at this one. But he was glad to meet me and would definitely call me. He also asked if I had any friends just like me, guys who sucked cock for the love of sucking cock who were not nuts or on meth. I told him I knew guys all over the West Coast and Southwest and could hook him up if he let me know in advance. With that I took out two Handi-wipes and cleaned up his cock, balls and crotch. He thanked me and told me he would call in about 10 days. We parted and I hopped down the tank and on to the asphalt parking lot. As I slowly walked around the Peterbilt I directed myself across the lot, between a line of three rigs on each side and kind of indirectly headed back to my car. As I approached the last rig on the left, farthest from the fuel plaza and lit up by the lights of the plaza I noted a cab light come on and a window sliding down. I steered myself closer to the driver’s side of the rig on my slow walk toward my car.
As I was approaching even with the rig I noted a hand come out of the window and give me a cupped finger wave toward his rig. I followed the signal and neared the driver’s side door. As I did a second cab light came on and I could see a long, slender and bearded face smiling down at me. I stood below the window looking up and the face asked “would you like to come up and watch a film?” I said yes and he motioned me around to the passenger side of his new Volvo rig. I mounted the tank and slid through the opened door and on to the seat. In the driver’s seat sat a spectacular example of manhood: over 6 feet tall, slender, mahogany dark skin, jet black hair and beard and long slender hands. His jet black eyes looked me over and then he looked down to reveal his cock poking over the band of his purple and white basket ball shorts. I was transfixed looking at his cock when out of the corner of my left eye I noticed movement in the dim light of the sleeper. In the dull reflected light of a TV screen I could see the profile of another dark body with a cock standing erect in the light. The fellow in the sleeper held his cock erect with his right hand and slowly stroked all 10 inches of it. The driver then leaned over to me and said in a low tone “strip.” I put my fag bag down, slipped off my shoes and socks and the pulled my shirt and tank top off. From there I stood and dropped my cargo shorts revealing the lavender pair of satin granny panties I has wearing for this evening. Seeing this the driver motioned me toward him with his left hand and said “come.” I stepped over to him, leaning forward and as I came close to him his hand slid under my crotch and enveloped my junk. I could feel him rubbing the fabric of my panties as he squeezed my boyhood and looked in to my eyes. The fellow in the sleeper pulled himself up and against the headboard of the bunk. He motioned me to slide in. Before I did I turned and picked up my fag bag knowing full well that I was going to take a pounding and wanted my lube. I then crawled in to the bunk as number two pulled me toward him with his hands under my arm pits. I was suspended over his erect cock when he then guided me down to put my weight on his legs and lined me up on his cock. I came down and took his cock in my mouth as I did. Number two was a bit shorter and heavier than his driving partner but also had a beautiful uncut cock in perfect mahogany with a deep purple glans. I went full down on him and began face fucking myself on his beautiful tool. As I was occupied with the cock in my mouth I noted the driver sliding in to the sleeper and over me. His stiff cock left a trail of precum on the backs of my legs as he rolled to his side. I then heard the snapping of of a rubber, the popping of a lube bottle top and felt his had guide my panties down to expose my waiting pussy ass. He put the lube bottle against my opening and gave it a shot and then gave me one, then two and finally three lubed fingers. As he worked to open me his partner got hard and got his hands behind my head to keep me focused on my current job.
The driver then rolled on top of me and began dry humping my ass. As he did so he showed me the wrapper of his rubber and said “French Tickler. You like?” I tried to mumble yes but had a cock deep down my throat. The driver then put his hands under my hips, hiked me up a bit and then pressed his cock head through my opening and in to me. One, two and then three gentle but insistent pushes had him all the way in me while I continued to work his buddy’s cock. I sank in to a nearly u*********s focus on my work as the spit roast took me over. Both men were powerful, larger than me and directed me as they wished. I timed my face fucking with the inward thrust of the cock now breeding my fanny. We were in a perfect motion with me satisfying both men in a rhythm that kept them both painfully erect but not to the point where they were going to shoot early. We rocked as I sucked and flicked and contracted the muscles of my pussy ass to please them as they rode. Both men began a slow banter in Hindi as I did my work. The low sound of their voices had a controlling, almost hypnotizing effect on me as I worked for their pleasure. In and out, up and down in synchronicity we worked and over the next seven or eight minutes we went on in perfect unison until the driver, driving my fanny for all it was worth stiffened up on me and hardened his grip under my arm pits. He came with a violent explosion and pressed himself full length in to me. I could feel the pulsing of his prostate as he pumped his man juices in to the reservoir tipped rubber. He held me hard under the arm pits as he drove himself in to me and I reciprocated by milking his cock with my pussy ass muscles. How I longed for the good old days of the ‘70’s when I could have taken his load bare and enjoyed the feeling of his hot juices dripping out of me on the way home. His thrusting slowed and I could feel him place his full weight on me as he collapsed in to ecstasy. He remained in me as I milked his cock. This elicited an occasional flinch from him but otherwise he laid on my body and placed his head over my left shoulder as I continued to service his partner. I felt his heavy breathing as I worked for his partner. All this time his buddy had been giving me tastes of precum as he grew harder. Balls in launch position, he guided my head more insistently drawing more pleasure out of my mouth and throat with each stroke. Then his hands clenched my head, fingers digging in to the back of my head as he drove his cock deep in to me and began shooting hot juice in my mouth and straight down my throat. I took his loads eagerly which seemed to turn him on even more. As I worked his cock I held his partner’s semi rigid cock in my fanny and milked him as well. I kept going after the 8th or 9th convulsion and my guy laid there helplessly as I sucked and stroked his cock. Expended, he let me keep to my work and occasionally warned me with a slight “oh, oh, oh” as his stimulation became too much to stand. He loosened his grip on my head and just let his hands ride my motion as I worked him. I noted he was once again getting hard so I kept up the tongue work on his glans between rides down his shaft with my lips and mouth. Harder, harder and then two more heavy shots from his prostate. His hand signaled me that he had given all he could give for the team that night so I laid there with his cock on my mouth but just gave him a little sucking action. This went on for two more minutes when the driver pushed himself up, pulled his cock out of my fanny with a loud pop and then his buddy laughed. I drooped his cock and likewise joined in on the laughter as we all sat up.
We sat in the sleeper for a while and chatted. I gave them my phone number and e-mail address and we talked about their schedule, how often they came through and sex. The driver asked in a thick Hindi accent “In this you are always the woman?” I answered yes not insisting any politically correct bullshit. His buddy chimed in by saying “Yes, good because we are always the man.” He then asked if I orgasmed and I showed him the front of my lavender panties with a cum stain. I said yes, I always orgasm when being taken from the rear by a real man. I told them they both qualified as real men in my book. Beautiful men. Beautiful lovers. They both responded that it was very good that I had an orgasm because that way everyone is happy and we will have many good times in the future. They also told me next time they both wanted to fuck me and they knew where to get really good rubbers that will increase my pleasure. The driver grabbed a big thermos with tea and we enjoyed a cup as I sat their full of cum and with my pussy stretched out. After tea it was time to get dressed and time for the team to hit the mattress while I head back to my car and home to a hot bath tub.
On the way home I recounted the experience of the night and through my mind went crazy thoughts like could I afford to have all three of them quit their jobs, move in with me and fuck me 24/7? Or, maybe the team had cousins in India who wanted to come here. I have a former boyfriend who is an immigration lawyer in LA. Maybe, just maybe…………………. Driving down the old highway home I reviewed some of the hot cruising hook ups I had in my long career as a lot lizard. The CB crackled as I reviewed the events of the night and listened for tell tale requests for company. Being a Truck Stop Sally has its ups and downs, a lot of times you walk away with nothing. Nights like this and the nights that have happened since with these wonderful men have made it all worth while.
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Izbrisano
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