BTL-119  Orgy Truck Stop
[aka 'Truck Stop Girl']
(Howard Ansley)


FOREWORD 

The men who drive the trucks on the major highways are often kept so busy on 
their jobs that they do not have the time they need for sexual fulfillment. 

When they stop at a truck stop cafe, the waitresses are often looked upon as 
potential sex partners. The most attractive young girl around whom our story 
revolves discovered this fact when a series of truckers made offers of cash 
in exchange for sex. 

At first she laughed at these offers,-until one night she decided to accept 
one trucker's overly generous offer. However, little did she realize all of 
the bizarre sexual acts this trucker had in mind when she went along with 
him-to bed. 

She learned more about sex that one night in a motel room with a trucker 
than she'd found out about sex in her entire lifetime. There was not a 
sexual act too degrading that the horny trucker did not suggest. 

At first, she was turned-off at the thought of doing such horrifying and 
intimate sexual acts. However, she soon began enjoying them, and seeking out 
more men to ply her new knowledge. And the fact she was good at what she was 
doing earned her a reputation for being "quite a lover". 

Her boss felt she was doing so well, she should gratify his own carnal 
lusts. And he felt she should do it all gratis. 

To keep her post, she gave in to his unusual demands. By now, her life had 
become a sexual merry-go-round! But when another waitress turned-on with 
her, she made the startling discovery that she could swing both ways. This 
tormented her, and she tried to cut off this relationship swiftly-but if 
wasn't as easy to put "the end" on this relationship she discovered much to 
her everlasting sorrow. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER 1 

Vicky walked into the truck-stop restaurant hopeful she would find 
employment. The manager looked at her and shook his head. It burned her up. 
For Vicky was a shapely blonde and she knew how to dress. Why the manager 
shook his head she couldn't understand. 

"So you're the gal who wanted to be the waitress here?" he smiled smugly. 

"Yes," she replied, "what's so funny?" 

"Nothing," he said, "would you like some coffee, honey?" 

"All right," Vicky agreed, trying to be pleasant. 

As the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl sat down to have coffee with Gus, who 
owned the Night Owl truck-stop restaurant, she wondered if he was putting 
her on. 

"This is a rough place to work," he began. 

"Why is it rough?" Vicky asked curiously. 

"Have you ever worked at a place like this before?" he asked her. 

"I've worked in some nice places in New Orleans," she said, "but nothing on 
the highway." 

"I didn't think so," he smiled, "there are many reasons that this is not an 
easy place to serve the men." 

"I get along with men very well," Vicky smiled, flashing her white teeth. 

"I'll just bet you do," Gus said, eyeing her bosoms carefully. 

"When do I begin and what's the pay?" she said, radiating total confidence. 

"What makes you so sure I'm gonna hire you?" Gus asked her. 

He sipped his coffee and she didn't answer immediately. She was thinking. 

"I'm all ears," Gus told her. 

"I just know that I would bring business," Vicky explained, "I always do. I 
try to be friendly with the fellows. I don't mean getting fresh or anything, 
but just being kind and courteous." 

As last Gus told her the truth. 

"We have some difficult men that come to these places," he told her, "and 
they try to entice my girls. They're out on the road 'til all hours. And 
they get horny, you know what I mean." 

"Certainly I know what you mean," she said, "and it's understandable. If you 
know how to use a sense of humor you can avoid sexual confrontations." 

"Are you sure about that?" Gus smiled. 

"Of course I am," Vicky replied. 

It was obvious to him that she was being as thoughtful as she knew how. 

"You know, beautiful," Gus smiled, "I can go for you myself. Except I happen 
to be a very lucky man. I have a beautiful wife and couple of kids." 

"That's good," Vickie nodded, "because I don't mix business and pleasure." 

Gus laughed. 

"You're the most determined young lady I've ever had come to ask for a job," 
he admitted, "and I guess I ought to hire you. You'd be an asset to any man 
to have on the place." 

"Thank you, Gus," she told him. 

Vicky was hired then and there. Gus had a motel as well as the restaurant. 
He gave Vicky a permanent room and she loved it. ' "You've got a nice TV in 
here and everything," he smiled. 

"I'll be happy here," she told him. "It's nice to be around normal people 
away from the big city." 

Gus didn't say anything. He knew what she would face when the truckers 
passed through the place. 

That evening Vicky went to work. Gus had a couple of blue nylon uniforms 
that fitted her perfectly. The very first customer that she had gave her the 
eye. He was a husky, curly-haired man with olive skin and blazing brown 
eyes. His eyes focused on her bosoms. 

"You're new here," he smiled, "what's your name, honey?" 

"I'm Vicky," she told him, "and I'm real lucky. Gus took me on today." 

"I must compliment Gus on good taste," he told her. "What do you do when you 
get through working?" he smiled. 

"Go to bed," she said as she handed him his bill. 

"Alone?" he said as he looked intently into her eyes. 

"Yes," she said, "I'm a waitress. Not a hooker." 

"Too bad," he said, "because you're my type, baby." 

"I know," she laughed, "I have two legs and the right equipment between 
them." 

He laughed as he introduced himself. 

"I'm Ralph," he smiled, "and what did you say your name was, baby?" 

"Vicky," she said, slightly annoyed. 

"It could get real sticky between you and me, Vicky," he smiled as he got to 
his feet, "that is, if you'd go to bed with me." 

Vicky walked away. Gus was watching the entire confrontation. After Ralph 
had gone he came over and congratulated her. 

"I've got to hand it to you, honey," he told her, "a lot of my waitresses 
have fallen for that guy. He's sort of a Casanova of the highway, if you 
know what I mean." 

"He drives one of those big trucks like all the others," she said, "and he 
gets erections when he hasn't gone after a certain amount of time without 
being around his wife." 

"Ralph isn't married," Gus shrugged, "and I guess he never will get married. 
He gets all the action he needs without benefit of clergy." 

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Vicky to understand why any girl 
would ever want to work as a waitress at a truck stop. For one man after the 
other was making passes. 

When she got off the job at two o'clock in the morning she went to her room. 
However, standing in front of the doorway was Ralph. 

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. 

"Waiting," he replied with a sly smile forming around his lips. 

"For what?" she snapped indignantly. "Not for me I hope." 

Vicky opened the door and stepped into her room. Ralph followed closely 
behind. 

"You beast," she snapped, "how dare you come in my room?" 

Before she could say another word Ralph had slammed the door shut and locked 
it. Wrapping his arms around her swiftly he pressed his lips hard against 
hers. When she felt his huge penis pressing against her she did understand 
just how turned on he was. More than that, she understood how long he was. 

Pulling his mouth away from hers he smiled confidently. "How about that?" he 
asked her. 

He reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. 

"Wouldn't you like to have that sticking in you?" he smiled. 

"No," she answered, "I'm not a hooker." 

"I wasn't planning to pay for pussy," he told her, "just eat it and enjoy 
it." 

Before she knew what was happening he was undressing. 

"Don't take your clothes off in here, Ralph," she objected. 

"Why not?" he smiled. 

"Because I'm not gonna have sex with you," she informed him flatly. "Find a 
girl who-likes to carry on like that. I don't." 

"Don't knock my cock if you haven't tried it," he smiled as he pulled off 
his tight-fitting shorts. 

Ralph gave his penis a couple of strokes, trying to entice her. 

"I'd sure like your hot mouth wrapped around it, honey," he told her, "and 
then I'd like to slip it into your pussy. They say I'm a great tongue man, 
too. How long has it been since you've had your pussy eaten?" 

"You know how to ask an awful lot of personal questions," she informed him 
flatly, "and I find it neither flattering nor fun. Now just stop it." 

She was becoming more distressed every moment for he was so determined that 
he was going to have her that he unzipped her uniform and reached in and 
felt of her bosoms. 

"My, my, but they're nice," he complimented her, "soft and wonderful. 
Sweetheart, how do you feel down there?" 

Reaching down he snapped the elastic waistband of her panties and then he 
reached inside. 

"Get your hands off me," she objected angrily, "you have no right." 

"Oh, don't I," he said quickly, "you want it. You're not pushing away." 

Realizing that she did want it and he understood that she told him, "All 
right, Ralph. You win. Let's go to bed." 

It was really getting Vicky angry that Ralph had to act like this. Then he 
grabbed her forcefully and pushed her down between his legs. 

"I want you to suck on it," he smiled happily. 

Even though Vicky was disgusted and despised him, when she saw that mammoth 
male member in front of her lips, she did the instinctive thing of letting 
her tongue slide out. She licked it quickly. 

"Feels good, baby," he told her, "now wrap your hot mouth around it and give 
me a good cock suck." 

Her lips wrapped around his penis and soon she was sucking. She was building 
to a climax. 

"That's it, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck 
it. Play with my nuts." 

Vicky reached out and tickled his balls. This got him more excited. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're 
doing it. Just like that." 

It was becoming apparent to him that Vicky was good at it. More than that he 
knew she liked it. Pulling way off his penis she would let her mouth slide 
back. She enjoyed looking at the saliva-slickened surface. 

"Suck my prick," he begged her, "that's what I want you to do, sweetheart, 
suck it. Come on, eat my dick." . He was so stimulated now he was trembling. 

"That's the way I like it," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Oh, baby, 
that's beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, suck it. Suck that big juicy dick 
off, sweetheart. Suck, baby, suck." 

The super pleasure that he felt now continued. 

"Suck it for me," he begged her, "that's what 

I want you to do, baby, suck it. Suck that big juicy cock." 

Ralph didn't have to tell her to do it anymore. For Vicky's mouth moved 
rapidly back and forth across his slick cock. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "that's just like I like it. Suck, baby, suck." 

All at once his big cock exploded. She gulped greedily, enjoying it. 

"Get every drop of it, baby," he panted, "that's it. Every sticky drop of 
it." 

This was it. Sex just as she liked it. 

"Eat it," he smiled, "it's good for you, baby. Suck all that cream out of my 
cock." 

Pulling off his penis she got to her feet. 

"Now, baby doll," he smiled, "I'm gonna eat your snatch." 

It didn't take Ralph long to carry Vicky over to the bed and spread her 
legs. He got down between them and smiled over her crotch. 

"This is what I enjoy," he smiled, "nice pussy. I'll just slide my tongue 
along it real quick and give you what you need." 

He slid his hands under Vicky's round ass cheeks and let his tongue flip 
into her vagina. Licking and lashing and loving her he thought he would go 
out of his mind with passionate delight. 

"Oh, Ralph," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good this feels to 
me. Keep it up, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that, tiger. Oh, eat 
me. Eat my pussy." 

She didn't have to tell Ralph anything about pussy eating. He was a past 
master at the art of tongue lovemaking. He enjoyed every aspect of this 
adoration of the vagina. He was so close he could see each curling pubic 
hair. He could sniff the aroma of her loins. At the same time his tongue 
could taste her. It was a combination of sensual thrills that brought him to 
the brink of climax again, even though his penis wasn't slipping into her. 

Glancing down at his body Vicky observed his hardening cock. 

"I want to be fucked by you again, tiger," she exclaimed. "I see you've got 
a hard-on. Keep fucking, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me!" 

Relentlessly his tongue rode into her. The harder the tongue pumped into her 
the more stimulated she became. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you really are too much. Come on, sweetheart." 

He let his hands sweep from her buttocks up to her bosoms. He pinched the 
nipples as the passionate frenzy increased in tempo. 

"Suck my pussy," she begged, "suck me, baby. That's what I want you to do, 
suck my pussy. Eat me, baby, eat my hot pussy." 

"Ohhh, baby," he cried out as he momentarily removed his lips from her 
mound, "you taste so good, sweetheart." 

"Ohhh, Ralph," she exclaimed as she threw her legs around him and pushed her 
pelvis forward. She was juicing now. 

"Oh, baby," she whimpered, "eat my pussy. That's what I want you to do. Eat 
it. Every drop of it. Lick it. Love it." 

The overpowering frenzy that she felt at this point had her trembling. 

"Sweetheart," she said softly, "you don't know what you do to me when you 
love me like that." 

It was obvious to Ralph that he had stimulated and aroused her passions. But 
it was equally obvious that she could get carried away. He didn't want her 
falling for him. The last thing he needed was any woman loving him. If there 
was one thing he prided himself in it was his independence. 

"You know, sweetheart," he told her, "you're beautiful. But you're 
dangerous." 

He was looking up at her now. 

"Why do you say that?" Vicky asked him, her innocent blue eyes shining with 
passionate satisfaction. 

"Because a man could really fall for you," he exclaimed. "He could fall for 
you like a ton of bricks." 

He got to his feet and his cock was still hard. Yet he was giving some more 
thought about getting further involved with Vicky. For he could see it was a 
sticky situation to say the least. 

Vicky got to her feet and walked over to him. It pleased her that she had 
turned on Ralph so much. 

"You want another fuck, don't you, Ralph ? " she said, reaching out and 
stroking his cock. 

"Too much for my own good," he told her. "Take your hands off that thing. 
It's too hot to handle, sweetheart." 

Vicky didn't take her hand off Ralph's cock. Instead, she stroked it. 

"I've got some oil that I'd like to have you use when you're pulling on my 
penis," he smiled, "that always feels real good." 

She let go of his cock while he went to get some oil. He returned and she 
saturated his cock with it and then pulled. 

"That's a dreamy sensation," he told her, "it really is. Oh, baby, I'd love 
to rub that big oily cock all over your body. All over your ass. All over 
your tits. All over your face." 

"Do anything you want, Ralph," she told him, "anything you want." 

Ralph went over to the bed. As Vicky lay there on her stomach Ralph rubbed 
her ass cheeks with his slippery cock. 

"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her, "it feels like velvet." 

She rolled over. 

"Try it on my tits," she said, "that'll feel good to me, too, baby." 

Ralph straddled her. He let his huge, slippery penis sway this way and that 
over her lusty bosoms. 

"I like that," he told her, "it feels fantastic, baby." 

Reaching for her breasts he massaged them while he slid his cock back and 
forth. 

"Can you feel the family jewels down there?" he smiled. 

"They're getting hard, honey," she told him. "Why don't you swing those nuts 
over my face so I can lick them?" 

Ralph took her up on the offer. Moving forward he swung his weighty balls 
over her face. 

"That feels great," he told her. "Why don't you open your mouth and suck on 
them. I'd like that, baby." 

Ralph said nothing further as he looked down and watched her sucking. It was 
amazing how he had educated her so quickly. Apparently she was ripe for sex. 

He told her to pull off now as he wanted to feel inside her pussy with his 
penis. 

She released his balls and he moved down to her vagina. Stabbing his 
throbbing, slippery male member into her he rode vigorously. 

"Fuck it for me, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck. 
Come on, sweetheart, fuck it." 

The fantastic sensations flooded his body. He was really delighted at this 
point. 

"Oh, baby, you sure know how to give a guy a good screw," he smiled into her 
eyes. 

Looking up, Vicky returned his radiant glance.- 

"You know how to screw me," she said. "I'm enjoying myself." 

He went on fucking her like this until his penis almost exploded. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's it, honey. Oh, 
beautiful. Fuck. Twist your ass." 

She ground her hips around and gripped his sliding slippery cock with her 
pussy muscles. All at once she juiced. She could tell how turned on she was. 

"I'm cuming," she panted as she reached but and gripped her young lover's 
behind. 

Squeezing Ralph's ass cheeks she thrust her pelvis forward. 

"I made it, too, baby," he smiled at her. "Oh, sweetheart, this is a lot of 
fun." 

 CHAPTER 2 

A whole new feeling toward sex went through-Vicky as she realized what her 
job at the truck stop involved. When men would give her the eye and tell her 
that they would like to see her later, she knew where and what for. She 
could take on as many or as few as she wanted to. Being a truck-stop 
waitress was not only giving her pussy a workout, but she was discovering 
her bank account was feeling no pain. 

Another waitress who worked there by the name of Wanda was getting jealous. 
Wanda the redhead told her that she wanted to talk to her one night alone. 

She went into Wanda's room and Wanda lashed into her. 

"Ever since you've come here, honey," she snapped indignantly, "I've had 
trouble. The men think you're better apparently and don't want me. It's 
disgusting. "Do I need a face lift or what?" 

"Not a face lift, honey," she replied crisply, "but your tits sag. You might 
do something about it." 

"For your information," Wanda shrugged, "nothing on my body sags. I make it 
a point to get plenty of exercise and follow a very good diet. I think it's 
disgusting the way you throw yourself at those truck drivers." 

"What you're saying is competition is killing you," Vicky told her frankly, 
"and I've got to tell you, dear, I don't give a damn." 

"You probably wouldn't," Wanda said. "I send money for child support to my 
mother. She takes care of my daughter. Would you like to see a picture of 
her?" 

She opened her wallet and showed her a small photo of a very attractive 
young girl. 

"How old is she?" Vicky asked, almost sorry she had been so sarcastic. 

"She's ten," Wanda replied. "I was a child bride. I loved this baby, though. 
That's why I worked my damned ass off. I'm gonna make it nice for her. I 
have a trust account built up for her." 

"I'm sorry if I've caused you problems," Vicky said, "maybe I can swing some 
of the business your way. If you would dress a little better, it would help. 
You really don't have a bad shape." 

"Let's face it," Wanda said truthfully at last, "you've got me outdistanced 
by a long shot. But, honey, I've got to live, too." 

"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and I will direct business your 
way if you will follow a few simple guidelines. For one thing you wear too 
much makeup. Try less lipstick. You come on too strong. Do you get what I'm 
driving at?" 

"I guess I do," she said quietly, "I have an inferiority complex because I 
had a beautiful sister who always put me in the shadows." 

"That's too bad," Vicky smiled kindly, "for you have a lot to offer. I don't 
blame you for doing what you're doing because I'm doing the same thing for 
the same reasons." 

"How much do you get paid?" Wanda asked bluntly. 

"That depends," she replied. 

"On what?" Wanda continued her line of questioning. 

"On the kind of services I perform," she explained. 

"Some of these truck drivers are beasts," Wanda insisted, "they expect you 
to do everything from sucking on their ass-hole to licking their balls. How 
disgusting." 

"You mustn't look at it like that," Vicky explained. "They all have desires. 
Some of these desires are fantasies. We appeal to their imaginations with 
our bodies. If we say you can do this but you can't do that, they feel 
limited. They want freedom. Freedom to express every offbeat desire that 
burns in their bodies. If you could understand that, Wanda, you could 
succeed, my dear." 

"That is why I'm failing around here," she said furiously, "you are willing 
to do everything. I'm not. I'm not going to suck anybody's ass. Do you 
understand what I mean?" 

"Clearly," Vicky replied, bending her position, "you are a good waitress I'm 
sure. But you're not a truck stop girl." 

"And I'm glad I'm not," she said as she left her. 

At this point the two girls had no more to say. Vicky left and went back to 
her room. She hadn't been in there ten minutes before the owner Gus came in. 

"You've been talking to Wanda," Gus said, "what's she trying to tell you?" 

"It's none of your business, Gus," Vicky said. "Do you have any other 
questions?" 

"You're not gonna talk that way to me," he told her emphatically. "If you 
try any more of this crap you are going to be out on your ass." 

"Gus," she said angrily, "you've got a hell of a lot of nerve. You think 
every girl around here has to listen to you as if you were a king." 

"I am king of this place," he said. "Sure, it isn't much, but it makes you a 
living." 

"That's true," she admitted, "but I earn my board and keep and don't think I 
don't." 

Gus looked at her hungrily. 

"Don't look at me like that," Vicky shrugged, "because I'm not going to go 
to bed with you for my job. I perform well for the men who pay. I'm willing 
to go along with it." 

"I got Ralph to break you in," he said, "and now I notice you are quite an 
independent cuss. Let me tell you something, baby, if you don't please old 
Gus you're not gonna be around here long." 

Realizing that her job could be on the line and not wanting to give up that 
swiftly, she went over to him and looked in his eyes. 

"Gus," she smiled, "don't be that way. You know I think a lot of you. Or at 
least, you should." 

"The hell you think a lot of me," he snapped indignantly. "You think a lot 
Of yourself. You'll do anything to get ahead. You're like most other women. 
Look, sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna take a shower. Then I'm gonna 
come out here and stretch out naked on that bed and I want you to service 
me." 

"How much ? " she snapped. 

"This one's gonna be on the house, baby," he told her, "I don't pay when-I 
play. Not when a girl uses my restaurant for what you're using it for." 

She shook her head and laughed. 

"Knock it off," she said, "I'm the main attraction here. Do you understand 
that?" 

"Judging from how upset Wanda is getting, I guess that's the truth. Why 
don't you take it easy on her?" 

"I'm not worried about Wanda," she said tightly, "I'm just concerned with 
myself. I'm a selfish bitch." 

Gus realized he was going to have to pay or not get to play. 

"How much?" he asked. "But I'm not gonna pay as much as those other cats." 

"For you, Gus," she said, "I'll make it real cheap. About a hundred dollars 
for everything." 

Gus got so steamed up he nearly knocked her to the floor. 

"What's wrong?" she smiled smugly. 

"You know I'm not gonna pay that kind of money for your pussy," he told her. 
"I'll give you twenty bucks and I'll do anything I want. Now you just relax, 
baby, while I take my shower and get set to give you a good screwing." 

Figuring that she'd better not carry the issue any further, Vicky decided 
she would play along with Gus. 

"I was only teasing, Gus," she said, "you're so good looking I'll do it for 
free." 

Gus chuckled with delight. If there was anything he wanted to avoid it was 
paying for pussy. It was a point of pride. 

Not only did he take a shower but she joined him. Vicky soaped him down. She 
pulled on his cock and' got him all excited. 

"Oh, baby, what you do to me," he told her, "you're too much. You really 
are." 

"Knock it off, Gus," she said, "you know you're just a horny old bastard." 

Gus enjoyed her teasing. He also enjoyed her hand work on his cock. 

She pulled him by his penis back to the bedroom. 

"I brought something in a little sack for you," he smiled. 

She was curious to know what it was. Would it be jewels? What enticement 
would Gus use? She got a let-down when he opened the sack and removed a cube 
of butter. 

"I took this from the kitchen," he told her, "and I thought I would use it 
on my prick so I could slip it up your ass." 

"How thoughtful," she smiled at him. 

Gus laughed. He had a good sense of humor. "Why don't you rub it on my 
cock?" he suggested. 

"With pleasure," she assured him. 

When it was well lubricated Gus made her get on the bed on all fours. 

"All I want to see upraised, honey," he smiled, "is your ass. Understand?" 

"Certainly, Gus," she replied, "you don't have to draw a picture." 

Gus got behind her and flipped his slippery buttered penis between her ass 
cheeks. With a hard stab he drove his throbbing male member up her rectum. 

"Fuck it, honey," he smiled, "that's it, baby. Grind your ass for me." 

She ground her hips around. It was just the way he wanted her to do it. 

"Oh, baby, I'm really turning on," he said excitedly. "That's it. Oh, 
sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it." 

He was becoming more intensely excited every moment. 

"That's how you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, fuck it. Come on, fuck. Fuck 
it." 

She twisted her ass around as Gus's well-lubricated shaft slid rhythmically 
in and out of her gyrating ass. 

"You know how to give a man a good screw," Gus admitted. "No wonder the men 
talk about you all the time. I don't blame them. Oh, sweetheart, what an 
ass-hole. Fuck it. Fuck it!" 

In and out with piston precision movements his penis pumped. She was 
becoming so stimulated she could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you sure know how to give old Gus a good ,fuck. 
Fuck it. Fuck it!" 

He rammed it hard up her rectum. He loved watching in the mirror above the 
dresser. For he could see his. thick slippery penis stabbing her twisting 
bare buttocks repeatedly. 

"You're tight, honey," he told her, "and it sure feels tremendous. Fuck. Oh, 
baby, I love it when you wiggle your ass like that. Keep it up. It won't be 
much longer, sweetheart. Oh, yes, I'm juicing." 

The hot white cream spurted out of Gus's big cock. She milked his penis with 
her sphincter muscle as she ground her hips around for him. He slapped her 
ass cheeks laughing and joking as he fucked her. 

"Sure wish my wife could see me now," he chuckled, "wouldn't she have fun?" 

There was no doubt in Vicky's mind that Gus was enjoying himself. He bent 
way over when he completed shooting and played with her bosoms. 

"We ought to get together on a regular basis," he told her, "old Gus needs a 
good fuck now and then. I'll be much more agreeable, sweetheart, if I get my 
satisfaction." 

"Sure, Gus," she said pleasantly, as she realized she had little 
alternative. 

When Gus pulled his slippery cock out of her ass, he didn't hesitate to tell 
her just how tremendous she was. 

"You know, baby," he said, "if my wife would ball like that I wouldn't need 
to be disloyal to her." 

"I'm sure she gives you very good reason to do what you do, Gus," she said, 
trying to string along with him. 

Gus wasn't satisfied to leave though. He slid down between her legs and 
passionately pumped his tongue into her pussy. 

"You're quite a pussy eater, Gus," Vicky complimented him, "I can tell that 
by the way you use your tongue. You're not a beginner, are you, baby?" 

Gus pulled his tongue out of her vagina long enough to tell her 
triumphantly, "I've been a pussy eater since I've been fifteen years old." 

"Good for you, Gus," she smiled, "I'm sure you've brought great joy to a lot 
of women with your talented hot tongue." 

Gus went back to licking her there. 

"Keep it up, sweetheart," she told him, "just like you're doing it. I like 
that. Yes, baby, now you're showing a little affection for me." 

It was amazing to her how Gus would eat up anything she told him. She 
couldn't help get a big charge out of his lusty desires. 

When he nibbled on her clit she loved it. He did it just right. Not too hard 
but enough to get her going. 

She climaxed a couple of times and he hastily lapped her up. Pulling his 
tongue out of her pussy he gently pressed his lips down and kissed her 
there. 

"Thank you, Gus," she smiled, "a lot of men aren't as affectionate as you 
are. You have a mean growl, but when you're down there between my legs 
you're like a lamb." 

"I appreciate feminine beauty," Gus explained himself, "I always have, 
honey. I always will." 

"I'm sure you always will," she told him. 

There wasn't the least trace of doubt in her mind that Gus was sincere in 
his flattering words. 

"Gus," she suggested, "why don't you fire Wanda?" 

"I was thinking of that," he admitted. "I've had a lot of truckers complain. 
They say she is real sarcastic to them." 

"And ungrateful, too, Gus," she said quickly. "I don't think she appreciates 
one bit the opportunities for making a good living that you offer her." 

"You're right," he said, "I'll get rid of her. I'll find a girl who isn't 
afraid to go to bed with any of these truckers. A girl who will satisfy 
their carnal lusts the way they must be satisfied." 

"Your business would pick up, Gus," she said. "I hear there's a truck-stop 
restaurant about ten miles from here that's picking up a lot of business 
because they've only got one broad here who gives out. Namely, me." 

"I'm glad that you've got your ear to the ground so you can pick up the news 
of what's happening," Gus told her, "as I don't want to play second fiddle 
to no other place around here." 

"I'm sure you don't," she told him, "and I want to help you any way I know 
how." 

Gus glanced down between his legs. His cock was stiffening again. 

"Your wife is expecting you," Vicky told him. "You'd better get home." 

 CHAPTER 3 

The very next day Wanda came to talk to Vicky. 

"That bastard Gus fired me," she said, "how do you like that for gratitude? 
I worked my ass off for that guy and ran my legs off in his horrid 
restaurant. Now he fires me." 

"I'm so sorry," Vicky lied to her, "I'm sure that you have performed 
marvelously well." 

"Sometimes I think you're back of it," Wanda said, "you probably don't 
appreciate the fact that I have a little moral character." 

"Of course I appreciate the fact you have a little moral character," Vicky 
laughed, "it's just that you have precious little. If the price is right I'm 
sure you'd do anything, too. You just hold out for more." 

At that point Wanda couldn't stand it any longer. She turned and walked 
away. 

It was very upsetting to her to see the situation as it stood. For she knew 
that her competition had taken over. 

When Wanda walked out Vicky felt like applauding her. However, she thought 
it wise to hide her sense of satisfaction. For she knew very well that Wanda 
might come back and make a scene. She could do without that. 

That evening when business was slow, a new young trucker she'd never seen 
before came in. 

"Hi, beautiful," he smiled, "how are you doing?" 

"Just fine, tiger," she told him, "headin' for Chicago or are you gonna stop 
over here tonight?" 

"I figured I'd get me some shut-eye here," he told her. 

She took his order and when she brought it back to him he took her hand and 
held it a moment. 

"You're just as beautiful as they say you are," he said eagerly. "How about 
going to bed with me, beautiful?" 

"It's a good thing there aren't many people around here," she said, "someone 
might hear you and not realize you are a humorist." 

"I'm not joking," he told her, "I can almost taste you. You're beautiful. 
I've got to bed down with you." 

"Take your hand off me," she said. "If my boss sees you getting this fresh 
he might get uptight." 

"I don't give a damn about him," he said, "all I can think of right now is 
you. I can imagine rolling around in a bed with you." 

"Don't spurt in your jeans, baby," she smiled, "because little Vicky is 
gonna go to bed tonight by herself." 

"I've got a hundred-dollar bill just waiting to tuck into your tight twat," 
he smiled. 

"Look, tiger," she told him, "I wouldn't go to bed with you-how much did you 
say?" 

"I thought you'd perk up your ears and listen to that," he smiled happily. 
"One hundred bucks. Is that enough to make you happy?" 

"Not bad, baby," she told him, "I can hear you real fine." 

It was obvious to him that she was eager to become involved now that he had 
mentioned the right price. This was the way it usually happened. He would 
name one price and they would refuse. He would up the ante and they would 
rejoice. 

Vicky was proud of herself. She figured that there wasn't a reason in the 
world why she couldn't accomplish what she wanted. 

Later that evening she met her new-found trucker lover. When he came into 
her room and saw her lying on the bed completely nude, his jaw dropped a 
mile. 

"You shouldn't do that to a guy," he smiled, "you almost made me shoot my 
wad before I slipped it to you." 

"What's your name?" Vicky smiled. 

"Neil," he told her, "and yours is Vicky. You are famous." 

Neil wasted no time in getting out of his clothes. 

"What do you think about when you're in one of those big vans speeding down 
the highway?" she smiled smugly as she patted her pussy. 

"I think about fucking," he told her. "Now and then I catch a nice female 
hitchhiker and give her a ride. I really enjoy it when she leans over and 
reaches for my cock and either jacks it off or sucks it off." 

"Do you find many girls who'll do that?" she asked bluntly. 

"There are plenty of women just waiting for the opportunity to satisfy a 
stud," he assured her. 

It didn't take him long to undress. When he was completely naked Vicky 
couldn't help admire his body. The broad shoulders and trim waist and 
muscular thighs always appealed to her. 

"Let's take a shower together," she suggested, "and now I want to tuck that 
hundred-dollar bill in my pussy if you please." 

"It would please me just fine," he said as he went to his wallet and 
produced the hundred dollars. 

"I can imagine this brings you a lot of action," Vicky told him frankly. 

"You know it," he assured her. 

After she had received the hundred dollars just for the hell of it Vicky 
wadded it up and tucked it in her pussy. Neil looked at it and laughed. 

"Now that's not what I call very sanitary," he told her. "You don't know how 
many hands have touched that bill. Here I was planning to eat your pussy. 
You'll have to wash it out, honey. I believe in following simple sanitary 
rules." 

"Certainly, love," she smiled, "and if you expect me to lick you all over 
you'd better wash everything you've got down there around your crotch, too." 

Once in the shower they had fun soaping each other off. 

"I'm almost glad I'm a trucker," he told her, "I don't have to worry about 
finding women. You'd be surprised how many girls there are operating out of 
these truck stops." 

"I'm so happy for you," she smiled. "I'm sure that's really the reason you 
decided to become a trucker in the first place." 

"I thought a lot about it," he admitted candidly, "and I finally made up my 
mind that I wanted to be footloose and imagine-free. I enjoy a new woman. I 
never like to screw the same girl twice." 

"That's nice," she said, "and I'll tell you why. I never enjoy having sex 
with the same man twice. Once you've known a man that intimately, I see no 
reason to ever look at him again." 

Even though Vicky didn't mean a word she was saying, she was obtaining a 
certain satisfaction out of tantalizing her new-found lover by giving him 
back some of his own medicine. 

She reached out and soaped his penis. He enjoyed it as she tickled his 
balls. 

"I like the way you go right for my dick," he smiled. "You put some 
enthusiasm into it. Reminds me of some of these whorehouses I used to go to 
in Nevada. Those girls are wonderful. Talented, and they do everything. You 
name it, they suck it." 

He laughed. She did, too. He slipped the soap into her pussy and got to his 
knees. 

"What're you doing down there?" she asked him. 

Pulling the soap out of her vagina he parted her pussy lips and looked at 
the quivering pink flesh. 

"Admiring the view," he told her. "It's really beautiful, baby." 

"I'm glad you like it down there," she said as she got eager for him to get 
her in bed. 

They finished showering, went back to the bedroom and the first thing he 
wanted her to do was get down between his legs. He slid a pillow under his 
behind and parted his legs for her. 

"I like a woman to give me a rim job first," he explained, "and at the same 
time how about jacking it off for me?" 

"Certainly, Neil," Vicky smiled as she gripped his pulsating cock and began 
rhythmically pumping. 

Her hot tongue whipped around his ass-hole. Then he insisted, "Don't just 
lick and lap it up down there, baby, but stab it with your tongue. You know 
how, stiffen your tongue and ride it way up my ass-hole." 

Vicky, stiffening her tongue, finally stabbed up his tight rectum. 

"That feels real good," he exclaimed. "Yes, baby. I like that. Oh, wow!" 

He was turned on now all the way. 

"Suck my ass," he told her, "suck it, sweetheart. That's it. Oh, you've got 
a nice good hand movement going there. Do it faster. Quicker, baby. Oh, I 
love that. Keep it up." 

She was pumping rhythmically now and tantalizing and teasing his ass-hole 
with her tongue. 

"Baby," he told her, "you sure know how to use that tongue on my ass. I love 
it. Oh, it's worth every penny of it. Come on, baby, suck my ass." 

Vicky displayed plenty of enthusiasm with her jabbing tongue movements. 
However, her lover wiggled so much she found it necessary to pull her hand 
from his penis and clasp his firm round buttocks and hold them still so she 
could keep on pumping her tongue up his ass. It didn't bother Neil for he 
only reached out and grabbed his own cock and continued jacking off while 
she ate his ass-hole. 

"Eat it," he told her, "eat my ass out. Oh, baby, I love it when you chew 
with your teeth." 

Vicky was providing almost more excitement than Neil could take. His hand 
was bringing him to the brink of climax. 

"Suck it," he exclaimed, "suck ass. Come on, baby, suck my ass-hole." 

Suddenly she slowed the rhythm of her hand action and he looked at her. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to eat ass. Now lick my nuts and 
get up there and suck my cock off." 

Her tongue whirled around his balls and then she licked up the underside of 
his shaft. Slipping her mouth slowly over the head of it she clasped it 
lovingly with her lips. She let her tongue lightly tantalize the velvety 
crown of his penis. 

"Suck it for me," he told her, "suck that dick off. Oh, baby, go after the 
juice. It's loaded. I haven't shot my gun off in a week. Come on, baby. Suck 
that creamy cock." 

Neil was pumping forward now. She gripped his ass cheeks once more with her 
hands and squeezed them while she let her mouth travel from the top of his 
shaft to the base. It added to his pleasure to reach out and grab her head 
and guide her. He loved to see her cheeks pull in as she sucked him. 

"You're some cock sucker," he exclaimed, "you really like to eat dick. Come 
on, baby, now you're doing it. Oh, get that rhythm. You can taste it now, 
can't you, baby? Suck it. Suck that cock. Suck it." 

Suddenly the big penis exploded in her mouth. All of the creamy cum that she 
could ask for was splashing down her throat. 

"Gobble it, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Lick it. 
Faster. Oh, baby, what a cock eater." 

Pulling her mouth off his penis she leaned on his thigh and rested. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you sure gave me a big juicy load." 

"I told you I was loaded," he reminded her. 

Then he told her what he wanted. 

"Now, sweetheart," he smiled. "I want you to sit on my face." 

"It'll be a pleasure, Neil," the beautiful blonde smiled as she wrapped her 
legs around him. She enjoyed lowering herself over him and insisted, "Eat my 
ass out. I believe in sexual equality. I sucked your ass and now you can 
suck on mine." 

He was only too eager to grip her ass cheeks and let his tongue trail around 
her tight anal opening. For Neil knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to 
ride his cock up there once he had sucked it. His tongue licked this way and 
that, giving her erotic sensations that made her cry out in a passionate 
frenzy. 

"I love it when you lick me like that," she told him. "Oh, Neil, baby, don't 
be bashful. Stick your tongue way up my ass-hole." 

She reached down to play with his penis which was now limp. It got harder as 
she pulled on it. Even though she had drawn a lot of cum out of his cock, he 
still had more in his balls that needed release. It pleased her no end that 
Neil would continue eating her ass-hole until she told him, "Oh, baby, you'd 
better get in my pussy. I'm gonna gush. Lick my love juices." 

Neil was only too happy to accommodate her request. He switched from her 
ass-hole to her vagina. With stiffened tongue and teeth working, too, he 
invaded her pink pussy. 

"Oh, it feels so good when you slip your tongue in there," she told him. 
"That's it. Lick it. Eat my pussy. Baby, I cum in multiples. Isn't this 
wonderful?" 

Neil didn't have to be told how wonderful it was. For as he held her ass 
cheeks in place and let his tongue slide farther up her vagina he drank in 
the delicious aroma, and let his tongue delight to her taste. 

"Eat me, baby," she begged, "eat me." 

She bent over, and licked all around his balls while he sucked on her pussy. 
It got him excited that he didn't have to ask her to do a thing. For she 
enjoyed having sex so much she was only too eager to display her skill for 
him. 

"Come on, baby," she told him, "eat my pussy. Ohhh, baby, Vicky loves having 
a man in her twat. Suck it. Suck that sweet snatch. Now you're doing it. Oh, 
baby, I love this. Suck my juicy pussy." 

When Vicky gushed his tongue rushed to lick all around inside of her. 

"Oh, eat it," she begged, "eat my pussy. Now you're doing it, baby. I love 
it. Eat me." 

His tongue whipped around inside of her greedily, as he happily ate her box. 

Pulling his tongue away from her, Vicky glanced down at his rigid cock. 

"Takes a lot to satisfy you, doesn't it?" she smiled. 

"I like to try every hole, honey," he nodded with a smile. 

 CHAPTER 4 

The trucker got to his feet and pumped his cock a couple of times. 

"Why don't you bend over," he told her, "get on your feet, baby, and bend 
over the edge of the bed. I'll stab you from behind." 

"You're too big," she said, looking gravely at his enormous penis. 

"I'll put some Vaseline on it," he told her, "if you want me to." 

"You'd better, tiger," she told him, "because I'm not letting you slip that 
thing up me without some help." 

She went to the bathroom and got some Vaseline. She rubbed it all over his 
penis and then he told her, "That's enough. I want to fuck you now." 

He had her bend over and then she felt him slowly slipping his 
well-lubricated shaft between her ass crack. With a hard and sudden jab he 
rode into her. 

"Fuck it, honey," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Fuck. 
Fuck good." 

He rode into her with hard driving stabs. At first it hurt like the devil 
but afterwards she got used to it and enjoyed it. 

"Wiggle your butt for me," he told her as he slapped her ass cheeks. 

She wiggled all right. She hoped he would get off quickly. 

"Oh, that's nice," he exclaimed happily, "baby, I can feel it in my toes. 
Those thrills slide up and down my spine when I stab your ass. Oh, you're 
tight. I wish cunt was as tight as ass." 

"You would fuck everything anyway," she said, "one of these truckers even 
wanted to do my armpits." 

"Are you an armpit virgin?" he asked her as he went on ramming his cock up 
her rectum. 

"Nobody has fucked my sexy armpits yet," she admitted. 

"Before I finish tonight, baby," he told her, "I want to screw your armpits, 
too." 

Vicky would have laughed except for the fact that the pain that his huge 
cock was creating as he rode it up her rectum did not allow her that 
pleasure. 

He was enjoying it so much now he was trembling. 

"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "I'm almost there. Oh, baby, now we're 
doing it. Come on, baby, fuck." 

She gripped his cock tightly and squeezed. His big penis exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly as he rammed it in up to the hilt. His 
big balls bounced on her buttocks as he finished stabbing her ass. 

She was so excited now she almost juiced, too. Finally he eased his cock 
smoothly out of her behind. It wasn't difficult as it was coated with his 
cum. 

He washed off his penis and went back to the bed and lay there. 

"Neil," she asked him, "how far do you drive?" 

"Oh, about a five-hundred-mile run," he told her. "Mostly between Detroit 
and Chicago." 

"Do you meet a lot of nice girls?" she asked him. 

"I get some nice hitchhikers now and then," he admitted, "and I bed down 
with some of the babes in a motel. Most of them are hungry and they want 
some money. But I don't mind. I figure if they give me a good time it's 
worth something." 

"You've got the right attitude," she told him frankly, "and I'm sure that 
you give the girls a good time." 

"I don't know about that," he said, "sometimes I get some pretty weird 
ideas. I like to chair fuck and ass fuck and get my cock sucked and eat 
pussy." 

"You're normal," she smiled, "at least, for truckers." 

Insomuch as she had never been fucked in a chair, Vicky wondered what it 
would be like, "Neil," Vicky asked, "will you give me a chair fuck?" 

"Let me have a breather," he told her. "I need something to drink." 

"Just a minute," Vicky said as she went to get a couple of bottles of booze 
and some ice cubes. 

"Do you want a screwdriver?" she asked him. 

"Or maybe you'd like a bourbon and Seven or Scotch on the rocks. You name 
it, I've got it." 

"I'll take a screwdriver," he said. 

Vicky went to get the orange juice and returned and then mixed him the Vodka 
and orange juice., "You know how to mix a mean drink," he told her. 

She was delighted when she came back and he was relaxed. 

"I want that chair fuck," she said, "I really do, Neil." 

"I know you do, baby," he told her, "and you're gonna get it." 

After a few moments Neil went over and sat on the chair. He gripped his cock 
and pumped on it until it was hard. She enjoyed Watching him jack off. He 
would hold his balls cupped in one hand while he would pull vigorously with 
the other. She saw some juice surface at the small slit at the head of his 
cock and knew it was time for her to get astride him. 

"Now, sweetheart," he explained, "you just slide down my shaft. That's all 
you have to "do." 

She slid down his cock and locked her legs around him. 

"Fuck it," he told her, "that's it, baby. This is when pussy muscles count. 
Come on, baby, grab my prick." 

She grabbed his cock. He loved the sensation of her pussy muscles clasping 
his penis and massaging it. 

"Do you use one of those pussy muscle exercisers?" he asked with a curious 
smile. 

"I don't have to," she assured him, "I get plenty of fucking. I use big 
cocks to keep my muscle tone." 

He laughed as he reached for her bosoms. 

"You see, honey," he explained with a boyish grin, "you can play, with the 
tits when you fuck like this. There's a lot to be said for chair fucking." 

As Vicky felt his big hands grasping her bosoms and pinching the nipples, 
she realized he was a very hot man. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "that's it. Fuck me. Oh, yes, I want it, baby. Give 
it to me. Now you're doing it. That's the way. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. 
Fuck me. Fuck me!" 

Vigorously clasping the sliding tool, she went on pleasing him. 

"I can't take much of this," he told her. "Oh, baby, I want to hang on that 
cliff as long as I can. Oh, baby, we're closing in on climax. Now, baby, 
now." 

Vickie knew what to do. Grasping his penis tightly she squeezed as hard as 
she could. The hot juices shot out of his cock. She loved being bathed with 
his creamy sticky cum. 

"Oh, give it to me," she begged, "give me every drop of juice in your cock. 
Oh, Neil baby, I love that." 

Her voice was husky with emotion as he finished giving her what she wanted 
so badly. She kissed him passionately and slowly pulled off his slippery 
penis. 

As she walked over to the bed for a moment Neil almost wished he had sex 
like this on a regular basis. But he knew that was more than he dared ask 
for. 

"What are you thinking about?" she smiled at the trucker. 

"I'm thinking I'd better get back on the highway pretty soon, baby," he told 
her. 

"I thought you could stay all night," she shook her head. 

"No, I've gotta be in Chicago by dawn," he explained. "So I've got to go 
now. You've got time for another man tonight. This ought to be your lucky 
night." 

Realizing he had flattered her with the hundred-dollar bill and complimented 
her all through their sexual byplay, she wanted to say something to him but 
she couldn't. She was choked with emotion. This was not right. She knew that 
never again would she allow her emotions to become involved with a customer. 
It was bad for business. 

"Take care," she said after he had gotten dressed. 

"Catch you later," he said. 

As he shut the door Vicky knew he had ended their relationship. Before they 
had enjoyed sex together he had explained that he never wanted to screw the 
same woman twice. At least he was honest. 

It was about three o'clock now and Vicky decided she would go back to the 
restaurant and have some coffee. Maybe she could pick up a trick. 

Going back into the restaurant she did observe another man standing there. 
There was only one now and it was the deadest hour of the night. Most of the 
rigs were parked and the men were either sleeping or involved with women. 

She looked at this man who was sitting at the counter and he couldn't have 
been more than in his early twenties she calculated. She sat two seats from 
him and ordered coffee. The waitress on that shift didn't know her very well 
and said nothing as she poured her coffee. It didn't take long for the 
dark-haired man to observe Vicky's blonde beauty. 

"Kind of early in the morning for you to be up, isn't it?" he smiled at her. 

"I keep unusual hours," Vicky said and sipped some more coffee to avoid 
looking at him. 

"I do, too," he said, "I guess most truckers do keep offbeat hours." 

"Doesn't give you much time for a social life, does it?" Vicky asked softly. 

"Oh, I find it where I can," he smiled. , "That's nice," she laughed. "I 
guess I find it where I can, too." 

Before long he was sitting beside her. 

"Have you got a place here?" he asked her in a whisper. 

"Yes," she replied. 

"Can I join you?" he asked under his breath. 

"If you want to," she agreed. 

When they were outside Vicky thought she ought to tell him the facts of 
life. 

"I have to charge," she smiled nervously, "not that I want to charge you, 
baby. But business is business." 

"I expected to pay," he laughed. 

"You knew?" Vicky said, wondering if she was looking like a whore now or 
what. 

"Of course I knew," he told her, "I guess it's just instinct." 

Vicky didn't say another word. She went into the bedroom and observed that 
her new-found lover didn't immediately undress. First he asked her how much. 

"What does pussy cost these days?" he asked. "With inflation and all, how 
much does it cost to lay a dame like you?" 

"How does fifty grab you?" she asked him. 

"What does that include?" he asked. 

"Quite a bit," she admitted. 

"Do you give a head job?" 

"Yes," Vicky replied, looking directly into his eyes. 

Coldly he asked her, "Do you suck ass?" 

"If that's your bag, I could," she admitted, "although it's not the thing I 
enjoy most." 

"What do you enjoy most about it all?" he smiled. 

"Picking up the money," she said bluntly. "It figures," he told her. He gave 
her two twenties and a ten and she promptly put them in her purse. 

"I want to undress you," he told her. "Do you mind?" 

"Not at all," she replied. 

He came over and began unfastening her blouse. She enjoyed being undressed 
by him. He had a gentle, soothing manner. 

"You're nervous," he said. 

"Am I?" she returned the question. 

"Yes," he nodded. 

He reached inside of her blouse once he had opened it and let his hands 
grasp her bosoms. 

"You're not wearing a bra," he smiled sensually. 

"My breasts stand up," she said, "they don't need any help." 

"No, they don't," he said, licking his lips. "I can hardly wait to suck on 
them." 

"Hurry up," she said, "I want to get some sleep." 

"Don't bug me," he snapped, "I'm buying you, sweetheart. You've got my fifty 
bucks and I'm gonna get my fun. Do you understand?" 

Vicky sighed heavily. "Only too well," she assured him. 

He was getting angry at this point and wondered if he wanted to go through 
with it. 

"I think I should get a rebate," he said. 

"Everybody is giving rebates these days. You know, for cars they give back 
so much. Shouldn't I get five or ten bucks back?" 

"No way," she told him, "if you want to get your fifty bucks worth, get 
moving, tiger." 

That did it. The trucker reached down and unzipped his fly. 

"I present you with my penis," he said as he stroked his limp cock to life. 

Her sarcastic comments had gotten him angry and in a state of anger it was 
difficult for him to get a hard-on. However, having put out fifty bucks for 
a screw, he was determined that he was going to get his money's worth. 

"You have a long cock there," she told him, determined to get his ego up 
which in turn would get his cock going. For she really was getting tired. 

"You've got a nice mouth, too," he told her, "and I think it would be nice 
if you got on the floor, sweetheart, and when I pull my shorts down you grab 
my ass and I'll feed you my dick, inch by inch." 

Rather than make any big protest, Vicky did as she was told. He hadn't asked 
her to completely undress and she figured she wouldn't if she didn't have 
to. 

With her breasts nude now she got on the floor on her knees. The trucker 
shoved his penis to her lips. 

"Open your mouth, sweetheart," he told her, "and suck the cream out of my 
dick. There's a lot of juice there for you." 

She opened her mouth and sucked him in. He pumped it to her. 

"Grab my ass and squeeze my ass cheeks," he told her, "that's what I want 
you to do, baby. Now suck it, suck that big juicy dick. Suck it off." 

She was sucking hard now and he was getting more and more intensely excited. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "now you're doing it. That's the way. Come on, 
sweetheart, suck it. Suck that big juicy prick. Suck it off. Come on, baby, 
suck that cock. Ohhh, sweetheart, now you're doing it." 

The trucker's balls bounced on the waitress's chin as he stabbed into her. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "you sure give a great cock suck. That's what I need. 
Come on, sweetheart, suck me. Suck my cock off." 

He couldn't take much of this action. Suddenly his big penis exploded in her 
mouth. She thought she'd choke on the steady stream of white cum which shot 
down her throat. 

"I told you I needed it," he said joyously, "oh, baby, that's a flood of 
cum. Oh, yes, I'm shooting it to you." 

When he pulled his penis out of her mouth, she figured it was over. However, 
glancing up she observed his cock was still hard. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "we're gonna have a good time. Let's go to 
bed. I want to ride your pussy. Do you know how to snap your pussy?" 

"I'll give you a good time, don't you worry," she assured him. 

Going over to the bed she took off her clothes completely. As he saw her 
naked before him his mouth watered. 

"You've sure got a nice body," he told her, "and I know just what I can do 
with it, too." 

It didn't take him much longer to get ready. "Now I'll just take off 
everything," he said, "and I'll get in bed bare ass naked and fuck your 
pussy." 

The trucker straddled her for a moment and then he brushed the head of his 
shaft against her pussy hair. 

"Does this feel good to you?" he asked her. 

"It always feels good to have a hard cock sliding across my pussy," she 
assured him. 

Reaching down Vicky grabbed his penis and guided it into her. As it plunged 
into her vagina her pussy muscles grasped it. 

"Oh, you're tight there," he told her, "beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, fuck 
me. Fuck me good." 

He rode into her with vigorous cock stabs. 

"Keep it up," he told her, "that's how you do it. Come on, honey, fuck. Fuck 
it." 

In and out the big cock rode. She was getting so excited now she was 
shaking. She loved the way he fucked her. He had his own rhythm. He would 
drive forward in a couple of hard strokes and then do nothing. At this point 
she would cry for him passionately to plunge his penis into her hard again. 

"Fuck me," she told him, "fuck me, trucker. Give it to me. I want to feel 
that big cock of yours. Oh, yes, come on, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." 

The thick pulsating penis stabbed into her. She clasped his ass cheeks and 
squeezed them as he finished driving his cock into her pussy. 

"That's what I call a good fuck," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, you're beautiful. 
Come on. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck it, baby, fuck 
it." 

It wasn't long now before he juiced. As she milked his penis with her 
gripping vagina muscles he brushed his chest over her bosoms. 

"Grab my ass and play with it," he exclaimed excitedly, "oh, baby, this is 
really what I call fucking." 

Vicky grabbed the trucker's firm round buttocks. She squeezed his ass cheeks 
as he brushed his hard chest over her soft bosoms. Her nipples became erect 
as she got stimulated with his stabbing cock. 

"Finger fuck my ass-hole," he suggested, "come on, baby, finger fuck it." 

She let her finger slide up his behind and massage his prostate gland. He 
loved the sensation she was generating this way. 

"Wow!" he gasped, "that feels super, baby. You're really doing it now." 

The wild sexual ecstasy that she was experiencing at this point persisted. 

"Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you sure know how to ball. That's the way, 
sweetheart. Beautiful." 

The sensational pleasure that she was experiencing with her new-found 
trucker lover made her wish he would visit her on a regular basis. 

"You've got to stop here more often," she said, "I would love to take care 
of you." 

"I like to hear you say that," he admitted candidly, "I appreciate a little 
personal feeling when I'm fucking." 

He bent over and licked her bosoms. She pulled her finger from his ass-hole 
and massaged his ass cheeks. 

When he pulled off her this time he looked at her with a sly smile. 

"Would you suck my ass now?" he asked her. 

"If you want me to," she agreed. 

He straddled her, and lowered his buttocks down until she reached up to hold 
his thighs. Then her tongue licked his ass cheeks. Lowering some more, she 
let her tongue slide all around his rectum. He loved the sensation of her 
tongue stabbing in and out of his behind. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Come on, baby. Now 
you're doing it. That's the way. Keep it up." 

At this point he was pulling on his cock and getting more stimulation. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're really a good ass licker. Come on. Stick 
your tongue way up in there. Let me feel it." 

She could feel the rhythm of his hand jerking on his cock and see his balls 
pulling up as his hand moved up, and she went on sucking. 

"Suck it," he told her, "suck it and I'll shoot my wad." A second later he 
gushed. 

 CHAPTER 5 

A couple of nights later Vicky was given a strange offer. Two men who were 
sitting together whispered to her, "How about an orgy ? " 

"I think you've got a nerve to suggest such a thing," she quipped quickly. 

"For two hundred bucks," one man smiled, "you ought to enjoy it." 

Vicky thought about it a long moment. She looked at the two men. One was a 
blonde-haired man and the other was dark-complexioned with olive skin and 
blue eyes. 

"It might not be a bad idea," she said, "those figures suit me." 

"Your figure suits us," one man told her. 

She was getting more and more excited now. 

"When do you get off?" the blonde-haired man asked her. 

"In a couple of hours," she said. "I'm in room 201. That's on the second 
floor, the left side of the building." 

"All right, baby," he told her, "in a couple of hours we'll be up there." 

She could tell they were truckers. It seemed as if all of the truckers 
dressed just about the same and talked about the same lingo. 

Two hours later she heard a knock at her door. She was prepared to greet 
them. She had slipped into a blue negligee as she wanted to show off her 
body to its best advantage. Glancing in the mirror she could easily see the 
outline of her no-sag bosoms and her fur-trimmed triangle. She looked so 
good she almost wished she could make love to herself. 

Just as she was congratulating herself on her good shape someone began 
knocking on the door. She figured it had to be her two customers. 

She went to the door and opened it. 

"Hi, fellas," she smiled, "won't you come in?" 

Both of them came in and the first thing she did was mention money. 

"I hope you guys weren't kidding me," she said, "but it will cost you a 
hundred each. I've never been involved in an Orgy before. That's a specialty 
act." 

"Will you let us do everything?" the blonde man said as he looked at her 
intently. 

"Of course. For that price, why not?" she smiled. 

"Do you let a guy fuck your ass-hole?" the dark-haired man demanded. 

"Naturally," she said, "ass fucking is so popular these days. A girl who's 
in the business wouldn't dare refuse. She might lose all of her customers." 

"Sounds good to me," he told her. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. I 
always hate to think I'm fucking a perfect stranger." 

"I may be perfect," she smiled, "but I'm no stranger. My name is Vicky. And 
I've been working at this truck-stop restaurant for three months now." 

"Your fame has spread, Vicky," the blonde-haired man said, his blue eyes 
sparkling. "I've heard about you more than once. The guys say you'll do 
anything and everything. That you suck ass, lick balls, the works." 

"I must admit," she said, "I now and then can be persuaded to do a few 
bizarre sex acts." 

They all had a good laugh as the dark-haired man introduced himself. 

"My name is Anthony," he told her, "and this is Jerry." 

Jerry and Anthony got out their money. 

"Now we'll just put our hundred-dollar bills over here on your dresser," 
Anthony smiled, "as a love offering. How does that grab you?" 

"I like the way you talk," she smiled, "and I assure you that when we are 
through with our little sexual interlude you'll say it was worth every 
dollar of it." 

The men both undressed and she couldn't help admire their strong physiques. 
She slid out of her blue negligee and let it fall to .the floor. She paraded 
across the room and got them drinks. 

"It's always nice to begin one of these sessions with a little booze," she 
began. "Loosens one up, doesn't it?" 

They were really excited at this point and so was she. 

"I've got to hand it to you, honey," one of the men told her, "you really 
are bold. I'm glad you are that way." 

"I couldn't be any other way," she smiled, "and let me tell you I am pleased 
to have two cocks instead of one. I'll admit I'm a natural-born truck-stop 
girl. I love you truckers. I guess it's because you're good fuckers." 

She gripped both of their cocks and started pumping on them. 

"Why don't we lie on the bed with you in the middle, baby?" Anthony 
suggested. "Then you can give us good jerk jobs to get us both stimulated. 
Then I would like to ride it up your ass-hole while you suck my buddy's 
cock. Wouldn't that be fun?" 

"Sounds delightful," she assured him. 

She went over to the bed and as she wiggled her ass both men looked at each 
other. They were licking their lips in anticipation of sucking and fucking 
her. 

She spread out and while she played with their cocks they both had fun 
sucking on her breasts. 

"You're like a couple of kids," she told them, "and I guess my body is your 
toy." 

"Ohhh, yes," Anthony said, "does that ever feel good. You sure know how to 
use your hand on me. I've got to give you a lot of credit for jacking that 
way. A lot of these professionals can't do it that rapidly. That's what it 
takes. Hard and fast movement." 

She was pumping so quickly she feared she might bring him to climax. She 
knew that they couldn't achieve the ultimate orgasm if they came in her 
hand. 

She released her hand grip of their cocks and suggested, "Why don't we begin 
this orgy?" 

"All right," Anthony said, "have you got something I can put on my cock to 
make it slide up your ass?" 

"Certainly," she smiled. 

By this time Vicky had become aware of the various things that were 
necessary to produce the best sex emotions. She got some KY lubricant and 
applied it to his penis. 

"You could almost jerk me like this," he told her, "you've got a velvet 
hand, honey." 

He ordered her to get on the bed. Jerry was kneeling on the bed with his 
cock ready for her mouth. 

"You're awfully horny, honey," she smiled at Jerry. 

Just then she felt Anthony's huge shaft slipping between her ass crack. 

"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's it, sweetheart. Fuck. And fuck good." 

She enjoyed the feeling of the huge penis slipping up her ass-hole. 

"Give it to me," he gasped, "come on, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. Just 
like that. Yes. Beautiful." 

He was enjoying it immensely and so was she. Anthony also got a charge out 
of watching his buddy get his cock sucked. 

"Is she giving you a good blow job?" he asked Jerry. 

Jerry smiled and nodded. 

"She gives great head," he assured his friend. 

Her lips were fastened around Jerry's cock as she tickled his balls. 
Reaching behind him she gripped his ass cheeks and held on while he fucked 
her face. She massaged his flexing ass muscles, enjoying every movement of 
his penis slipping down her throat. 

"Eat it," he told her, "I want you to eat every drop of my juice." 

He was having a wild ass ride this time. 

"You sure, know how to give a good fuck," he smiled as he watched her ass 
wiggling on his slick cock. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "when you wiggle like that it really turns me on. 
Come on, baby, fuck it." 

Anthony slapped her ass cheeks roughly. She appreciated the attention he was 
giving her. 

"Oh, wow!" he told her, "you are really giving me a good fuck." 

At the same time Vicky was enjoying the slippery cock sliding down her 
throat. It was fun to let Jerry caress his cock there. 

"Eat my dick," Jerry gasped as he rammed it hard, "that's it, sweetheart, 
eat it. Yes, come on, baby, suck that juicy cock off." 

It was a fantastic moment for them. The three of them were going out of 
their minds in dizzy delight. 

"Suck that cock," he panted as he pumped it to her, "suck it, baby. That's 
what I want you to do. Suck that juicy dick." 

At this point her mouth went to work. She used her teeth, and her tongue. 
Opening her eyes she enjoyed seeing the saliva-slickened penis slipping back 
and forth. 

"Oh, baby," Jerry gasped, "suck that prick. Suck that juicy cock. That's the 
way to do it. Suck it. Suck it." 

He was coming closer to climax. She could taste him starting to juice. 

At the same time she had to remember to keep her ass moving. 

"Wiggle it, honey," Anthony said, slapping her ass cheeks, "that's it. Oh, 
baby, let me ram it up there." 

He rammed it up her rectum until his balls bounced on her behind. 

"Tremendous," he exclaimed, "now you're fucking. Oh, baby, we like 
uninhibited women. Jerry and I have had a lot of double fucks. Haven't we, 
buddy?" 

"You know it," he assured his buddy, "we like to fuck one girl. He-likes to 
watch me and I like to watch him." 

As they went on fucking it was obvious to Anthony that he couldn't keep it 
up much longer. He was plunging his penis in up to the hilt. 

"I can't stand it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, milk my shaft with your ass. 
That's it. Squeeze it. Oh, get the cream out of my cock. Come on, baby, 
that's the way to do it. Grab it" 

Now she wiggled. And as she wiggled her lover got some more juice to spurt 
from the head of his penis. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, I made it. Beautiful. Right on 
target." 

The hot cream continued gushing from his cock head. 

"Oh, I can't stand it," he said as he slapped her ass and went on pumping. 

Seeing how enthusiastic Anthony was got Jerry's gun off. 

"Suck that juicy dick," Jerry exclaimed, "suck the cream out of my cock. Oh, 
baby, suck that cock. Get that cream. Suck it out." 

When she had finished swallowing his seed she pulled off him. Then she 
turned back to watch Anthony sliding his slippery cock out of her ass-hole. 

"You're a mighty good fuck," he told Vicky, "Pm sure glad Jerry and I got 
acquainted with you tonight." 

Vicky rolled over and lay there. 

"I guess you two guys have your hang-ups like everybody else," she smiled. 
"You like to watch each other fuck one woman." 

"That's the truth," Jerry admitted. 

"I don't know when we got started doing this," he told her, "but I guess it 
was when we both were working on the same truck run. We drive day and night 
sometimes. And the two of us work together. We didn't have anything to talk 
about but women. So finally the idea hit us that we ought to get together 
for an orgy." 

"It was a lot of fun," Vicky said, "it was my first. But you can bet your 
sweet ass I loved it." 

"There's another thing I always enjoy doing," Jerry smiled, "it is weird but 
it's fun." 

"Tell me," Vicky said, "no fair to have secrets." 

"I like to have my ass whipped when I'm fucking a chick's butt." 

"That is unique," Vicky smiled. "If you want to screw my ass while Anthony 
whips your ass that's all right with me." 

They arranged themselves so they could perform. Vicky bent over all the way, 
making it easy for Jerry to insert his shaft. 

"How do you like this for an angle?" she smiled. 

"I would say it's a very good angle," he smiled as he added some lubrication 
to his big cock. 

"Now I'll finger your ass-hole,", he told her, "and get you coated with KY." 

Jerry's slippery finger glided smoothly up her behind. 

"Now, baby," he smiled, "I want you to wiggle your butt when I stab your 
ass-hole." 

It didn't take long for his big cock to whip up her behind. 

"Now we're fucking, tiger," she exclaimed happily, "that's how you do it. 
Fuck, baby, fuck it." 

He was riding her rhythmically now. She appreciated the piston-precision 
movements of his penis. Then Jerry looked back to Anthony. 

Anthony was holding his cock with one hand and pumping while he gripped a 
whip in the other hand. 

"That's it, tiger," Anthony exclaimed, "fuck her ass." 

All the time this was going on Vicky was watching in the mirror. It was an 
erotic sight to see the big slippery penis plunging rhythmically in her 
ass-hole while Jerry's behind was being lashed by Anthony's whip. 

"Fuck it," Anthony exclaimed, "fuck Vicky's ass-hole. That's it. Fuck her. 
Fuck her good." 

The big penis plunged rhythmically in and out of her tight, twisting behind. 

"That's the way I like it;" Jerry said, "it feels good to have that sting of 
the whip on my butt. And, baby, does it ever feel fantastic slipping my dick 
up your ass. You sure have a nice tight one." 

"Ride it to climax," Vicky exclaimed as she did her best to gyrate her hips 
to provide the kind of thrills that would keep him going. 

Jerry massaged her buttocks while he fucked her ass. 

"I like to play with your behind," he told her. "It's so much fun for me." 

He had been ignited to wild sexual acts. And he wasn't stopping now for 
anything. 

"Fuck it, baby," he exclaimed, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck it 
good." 

She went on wiggling and suddenly she felt Jerry's big cock gushing. He was 
shooting his load. 

"I'm cuming, Vicky," he exclaimed happily. "Oh, grab it with your ass 
muscles, baby. That's what I want you to do. Squeeze the juice out of my 
prick." 

He accommodated her. The wonderful feel of his slippery cock culminating in 
climax had her trembling with excitement. She felt her pussy moisten. At the 
same time she looked over to Anthony who was slapping his buttocks hard with 
the whip now as he closed in on climax. Suddenly she saw Anthony's penis 
exploding. Some of his juice hit her back as he got his gun off. 

"You see why I like this," Anthony chuckled, "it gets me off, baby. And 
that's where it's at." 

She watched as he finished jacking off. 

"I ought to make you lick up my sperm," he chuckled to his buddy. 

"I'll break your neck if you make me do that," he assured him. 

Jerry pulled his slippery cock out of her ass-hole and flipped over on the 
bed. Anthony joined him. 

"We're the Three Fuckateers," Anthony smiled. 

 CHAPTER 6 

Vicky decided a new wardrobe would help her business. She was making good 
money and she saw no reason why she shouldn't dress up a little. It helped 
as she met a man who wasn't a trucker a couple of nights later. He looked 
very prosperous. He had a flashy diamond ring and a sharp-looking pin stripe 
suit. 

"I've heard a lot about you, baby," he told her. 

She noticed that Gus was watching them closely. 

"I guess my fame has spread," Vicky said, "and with good reason. I deliver." 

"That's what they tell me," he nodded, "they say you are really a great 
truck-stop girl. I was just wondering if you wanted to move up a notch." 

"What have you got in mind, tiger?" she smiled smugly. 

"I'm operating a blind pig," he told her, "a real class operation."- 

Gus came over and looked at the guy. 

"Nick," he told him, "Lay off my girls. Do you understand?" 

"Take it easy," Nick shrugged, "I was just getting acquainted." 

"You were just leaving," Gus said, "do you understand?" 

"You're not very friendly," Nick complained as he got up and paid for his 
coffee and left. 

A few moments later Gus got Vicky aside and told her, "I don't ever want you 
talking to that bastard." 

"Who is he?" Vicky asked innocently. 

"That's Nick," he said, "who operates the biggest blind pig about twenty 
miles from here." 

"What's a blind pig?" she asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"You are either a dumb-dumb or naieve," 

Gus growled. "A blind pig is where guys go in and gamble and screw. He is 
looking for nice chicks to lure the men to his den of iniquity. You're not 
in a position to be leaving me now. I built you up into a money-maker." 

"You've got it wrong, Gus," Vicky told him acidly, "I built myself up into a 
money-maker. I've performed every act known to man and beast to get where I 
am. No thanks to you." 

"I think you'd better drop by my place tonight after you close," he told 
her. "Nobody talks to me like you just did." 

"I didn't mean anything by it, Gus,". she said quietly, "I really didn't." 

"You heard me," he said tightly. 

The rest of the evening Gus was gone. Vicky was left alone with her troubled 
thoughts. She knew she would lose a night of business as well as be 
confronted with an angry man. 

When the relief girl took over for her she went to Gus's apartment. 

"Come in," he said. 

As she walked in she noticed Gus had a big dog beside him. 

"I didn't know you had a dog, Gus," she smiled. 

"Yes, meet Teddy," he told her, "and believe me Teddy is ever-ready." 

"What are you talking about?" she said as she noticed the dog coming closer 
to her. 

"He-likes girls," Gus told her. "He-likes to sniff their pussies." 

"Get that beast away from me," she complained. 

"I get my kicks out of watching a beautiful girl getting fucked by a dog," 
he said. "I saved my hang-up until you had a thriving business." 

"If you think for one minute I'm gonna have sex with Teddy," she snapped 
angrily, "you've got another think coming. You've been a bastard all along, 
Gus. And I don't mind telling you this because I'm cutting out of here 
tomorrow." 

Gus walked over and slapped her face. 

"You won't do any such thing," he told her, "you ungrateful little wench. I 
take you as a trollop and make you into a first-class truck-stop girl. 
Instead of gratitude for all the money you're making you want to run out on 
me. No dame ever runs out on Gus and lives to make any more money." 

"You're hurting me," she said as he twisted her wrist. 

"I hope so," he complained, "I want to get some sense in your head. Do you 
understand." 

"I understand what a bastard you are," she said, her voice flaming with 
emotion. 

"You don't know the half of it," he told her, "and you don't have to worry 
about my wife any more. We're getting a divorce." 

"I can see why," Vicky snapped. "No woman would want to have sex with you, 
Gus. You are a beast." 

"Makes me happy to have a woman scream at me like that," Gus said, 
"especially when I can dominate her." 

Vicky realized what a sadistic boss she had now. 

"Just take off all of your clothes, sweetheart," he told her, "so Teddy can 
lick you all over. He's been trained for this." 

"I've heard about such things," Vicky admitted candidly, "but I never 
thought I would be victimized by such a thing." 

Realizing she had no alternative Vicky turned around and walked into Gus's 
bedroom. Teddy followed close behind. 

She removed her clothes and as she did so Gus removed his. 

"What are you going to do?" she said, "fuck one side of me while Teddy fucks 
the other?" 

She was thinking of the orgy that she had with Jerry and Anthony. She 
wondered if Gus had something like that in mind. 

"No, baby," he smiled, "Gus-likes to jerk his cock off while the dog fucks 
you. How about that?" 

"It's about as sick as you can think of," she told him tightly. "I hope you 
burn." 

When she was completely naked the big dog jumped on the bed. 

"Part your pussy lips, sweetheart," he told her, "I want to watch Teddy get 
his licks in." 

The big dog's pink tongue slashed into her vagina. Teddy was sniffing and 
licking and enjoying himself. 

"Teddy gets a hard-on when he's eating pussy," Gus smiled, "and I do, too." 

At this point Vicky thought it best to say nothing. She let Teddy lap at her 
pussy and she had to admit he was good at it. Apparently he had been well 
trained. She thought it would annoy Gus if she told him she enjoyed it. 

"I like Teddy's tongue," she told him. 

"If you like his tongue so much," Gus chuckled, "raise your hips, honey, so 
Teddy can lick your ass. He's good at that, too." 

Even though Vicky could have killed Gus for this suggestion, she raised her 
hips so the dog could lick around her behind. 

"Enjoy yourself, Teddy," she said sarcastically. 

"Don't you get sarcastic with him," Gus said sternly, "I respect Teddy's 
tongue." 

"I didn't mean it that way," Vicky said. 

She glanced down at the dog's quivering cock and she knew he would have to 
be getting his kicks soon. 

"I think he wants to fuck me now, Gus," she told him. 

"You know it," he agreed. 

At this point she reached for Teddy's penis. She brushed it over her 
fur-trimmed triangle and Teddy wasted no time in getting into her. 

"He's a good fucker," Vicky smiled as she pumped her hips to the dog's big 
cock stabs. 

"I know he is," Gus nodded, "it gets me excited when I look at him getting 
his kicks. Fuck her, Teddy. That's how you do it." 

They were really enjoying themselves now. 

"Oh, Teddy," Vicky smiled, "this is the best screw I ever had. Men could 
take lessons from you. Oh, baby; are you ever big." 

Vicky was-doing all in her power to make Gus jealous. She figured that was 
her way of getting even. It was true. Teddy could really thrust it in there. 
More than that she liked his size. Her vagina muscles gripped at the dog's 
big sliding cock. 

"Fuck me, Teddy," she begged, "that's it. 

Fuck me, boy." 

Suddenly the doer's cock exploded. She squeezed her pussy muscles around the 
head of his slippery shaft and she came, too. 

"Oh, Teddy," she panted as she pumped, "I'm cuming. You brought me there, 
baby. You're a real sweetheart." 

Such adulation and adoration for the dog didn't annoy Gus at all. He was 
delighted that he had found an oversexed woman who could get so charged up 
with a dog. 

"Keep your motor running, baby," he told her, "old Gus is almost there." 

Cupping his big balls in one hand and pulling his penis with the other he 
was managing to bring himself ever closer to his own juicy climax. It didn't 
take much longer. A couple more pumps and Teddy's cock drove deeper into her 
twisting vagina. Then he exploded. 

"Oh, screw her, Teddy," Gus exclaimed as he put his head to the side and 
watched his sperm spurt all over the room. 

Teddy pulled out and Gus went over and patted her bosoms. 

"You know, baby," he smiled, "you and I could be great friends. There's no 
reason for you to be like this." 

"I'm sorry if I didn't sound grateful," Vicky snapped, "but I am, Gus, 
especially today." 

"That is a compliment?" Gus checked it out. 

"Of course, baby," she said, "and now that I'm all revved up, why don't you 
fuck me?" 

"All right, baby," he said as he slipped his cock in and out of her juicy 
pussy for a couple of minutes. 

"I'm just getting it lubricated so I can slip it up your ass," he informed 
her. 

Now that he was well lubricated he wasted no time in flipping it between her 
ass crack. 

"Oh, Gus," she gasped in delight as he let his slippery penis slide up her 
ass-hole. 

Her legs were on his shoulders now as he fucked into her. Reaching forward 
he gripped her bosoms. 

"I like to watch a woman's face when I fuck her," he smiled, "just seeing 
the waves of ecstasy sweeping over you, baby, engulfs me, too." 

"Gus," she smiled, "I didn't know you could be so poetic. I mean, you speak 
so beautifully." 

Gus's ego was getting a good shot in the arm now. He appreciated a 
compliment. 

"Hey, baby," he told her, "you're really getting old Gus revved up. That's 
it. Twist your ass. Oh, baby, what an ass fuck. Come on, sweetheart, twist 
that ass." 

She was learning various techniques of anal intercourse. She was discovering 
just how much it meant to a man to obtain this bizarre form of sexual 
excitement. 

"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "oh, twist, baby. Now, baby. Oh, use those 
sphincter muscles, sweetheart. Now you're doing it. Old Gus loves that. Fuck 
it. Fuck it. Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it. Fuck 
it!" 

Gus was going out of his mind with delight. His big cock was almost there. 

"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you are really giving me a good screwing." 

His cock exploded. She ground around and squeezed some more juice out of 
him. 

"Yes, baby," Gus smiled at her, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, 
fuck." 

Being milked by her twisting behind stimulated him. He didn't pull his 
shooting cock out of her until he had given her every drop of his cum. Then 
when he did pull out he lay beside her. The big dog got on the bed and 
joined them. He wanted to lick at her bosoms. 

"Teddy is a real lover," Gus chuckled, "they teach them everything at those 
canine schools. A lot of rich women pay plenty to get a dog to fuck like 
Teddy knows how to do it." 

"It was real thoughtful of you, Gus," she said, "to bring Teddy along for 
our little session." 

"Vicky," Gus admitted, "I get jealous watching you wiggle your ass for all 
those truckers." 

"Don't be that way, Gus," she said, "you can't put my body on a leash. I 
can't be padlocked to you or anyone. I've got to play around. It's part of 
my nature, Gus." 

"That's what I was afraid of when I first laid eyes on you," Gus admitted. 
"Sure you had those nice innocent blue eyes. But beneath them, baby, I saw 
the fire. I knew that the blonde hair, the fair skin and the sweet eyes were 
just a come-on. You know how to use them, baby. You've got those truckers 
drooling. A lot of guys are going out of their way to stop by my place. It 
brings me business. Plenty of it. They go to the restaurant, they stay at 
our motel and they fuck you. Actually, you've been a lucky girl that I 
haven't made any demands on the money you take. Because I've heard you 
charge plenty for pussy." 

"But I've been passing out free samples tonight to you and Teddy," she 
reminded him. 

"I'm grateful," Gus nodded. 

"Do you think Teddy is?" she smiled as the dog went on lapping from her 
breasts down to her pussy. 

"Teddy told me he really enjoyed balling you," Gus said with a big smile. 

Even though it was difficult for Gus to admit this, he had to. 

"I wish you'd stop fooling around with those other men," he told her. "If 
you'd confine your sex to me I would make it worth your while." 

"What are you talking about, Gus?" she asked. "Do you want me to be your 
mistress or something?" 

"That wouldn't be a bad idea," he admitted. "I have needed some dame to take 
care of me. Not like marriage. But an arrangement. I could pay you a few 
hundred dollars a week and you'd be happy." 

Vicky thought about it a long moment. She pictured herself having a lot of 
free time. She imagined herself not working. It was almost too good to be 
true. 

"Tell me, baby, what do you think of it?" Gus asked, hoping she would not 
only contemplate his offer, but accept it. 

"I've got a problem, Gus," Vicky admitted, "I'm an oversexed woman. I can't 
get my satisfaction with one man. It takes a lot of men to turn me on." 

"That's just what I was afraid of," he shrugged, "I know your kind. You get 
your kicks when you watch two men get excited when they look at you. You 
want to exploit them, not just financially, but physically. You really enjoy 
all that you do, don't you?" 

"I hate to admit it," she said, "because it means there's something wrong 
with me. like I'm wired wrong at the factory, Gus. They put too much sex 
voltage in my body." 

"You're an honest little wench," Gus smiled, "and you know, I really dig 
you. But, baby, I can't go along with you playing around forever. It's 
driving me up the wall. I mean I flash green when I watch all those truckers 
get stimulated looking at you. I want to go over and give them a sock in the 
jaw and tell them that you are my woman." 

"Oh, Gus baby," she said as she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, "I 
can't tell you what your kind words mean to me. You are a dear." 

-"But it doesn't mean a thing as far as being loyal to me, does it?" Gus 
asked her honestly. 

"I must be loyal to my own desires and urges," she insisted. "It isn't that 
I don't love you. I do love you, Gus, but I love all the other truckers, 
too. Can't you understand that?" 

"I'm not a trucker," he reminded her, "I'm a businessman, baby. But it's all 
right. Gus has been turned down before." 

"Now don't cry in your beer, baby," she smiled, "you can get any waitress 
you want with a flick of your finger. And you know it." 

"But maybe I don't want just any waitress," he insisted. "I feel something 
special for you." 

"I'm terribly flattered," Vicky replied, "but I don't believe a word you're 
saying." 

"At least you're honest," Gus told her, "and I have to take my hat off to 
you for that." 

For a moment Vicky felt she could fall for him. Then she realized it was 
sympathy and she didn't want to look at it like that. 

"Take it easy, Gus," she told him. 

When she went back to her place that night she did a lot of thinking. Could 
she work in a blind pig? How much money would the other man pay her? 
Thoughts like these whirled through her mind. Yet she knew that she had to 
go on working for Gus and taking plenty of guff off him. This bothered her. 
She was determined some way, somehow she would do as she pleased. 

It was a strange situation for Vicky. Yet she finally got to sleep. 

In her sleep she had nightmares. Horrible nightmares. She could see Gus and 
another man fighting. This bothered Vicky for she didn't want to create a 
horrible emotional free-for-all. She knew Gus was a volatile man. She also 
knew that his ego had taken a pretty good beating with her refusal. Yet she 
had to be true to herself. If she wasn't, who could she be true to? 

The next morning when Vicky got up she considered making a move. She thought 
about all of the cities where she might work. Cleveland. She had a sister 
who lived there. She called her up. 

"Hi, Terry," she began, "how's everything in Cleveland?" 

"Just fine, baby," her sister replied, "what's wrong?" 

"Does something have to be wrong for me to give you a phone call ? " she 
demanded. 

"For you to give me a phone call, yes," she admitted. 

"Now that's not nice," she told her, "you know I've been a loyal sister." 
Finally she asked her what the chances were for obtaining work there. 

"There isn't any work here," her sister said, "that is, unless you want to 
hustle." 

"What if I do want to hustle?" Vicky asked with a laugh. 

"You're gonna have a lot of competition, dear," her sister Terry told her, 
"as more women than you could believe are selling it these days. It's simply 
dreadful. I have a terrible time keeping Mark where he belongs." 

"Where does Mark belong?" Vicky teased. 

"He belongs in my bed," she said, "and without any other women. You know 
that bastard brought home a bar fly the other night and wanted to have sex 
with the both of us. I thought I would kill him." 

"Same old monster," she laughed, "well, married life is like that. That's 
why I'm glad that I'm a single girl. I wouldn't be married and tied down to 
one man for anything." 

"No, you want to pass it around, free," Terry snapped. "Just like you did in 
college. No wonder you had more dates than I did. But you see, it didn't 
land you a husband, did it?" 

"That's a bitchy thing for you to say," Vicky said angrily, "and I'm 
certainly glad I never seriously considered coming to Cleveland. I think it 
is a beautiful city, but I think some ugly people live there." 

"Quit bitching," her sister said, "did you get busted and you need some 
money to get you out of jail, or what?" 

Vicky was furious. She broke off their conversation with a snappy, 
"Good-bye," and then slammed down the phone. 

 CHAPTER 7 

Vicky went to work that evening and she hadn't been on for ten minutes 
before a very handsome trucker that she had never seen before ordered 
coffee. 

"Do you want cream with that?" she smiled. 

"I want you," he told her, "how about it?" 

"You want me to put cream in your coffee," she laughed. "Look, baby, I'm a 
good girl." 

"I know you are," the man nodded, "I've heard all about how good you were at 
it." 

"News travels, doesn't it?" she said. 

"When a tight piece of ass is available," the man nodded, "it sure does." 

"Not so quick, honey," she said, "just because you're horny doesn't give you 
license to talk like that"; 

"You'll iove it" he said, "and at your price you should. I'm prepared to 
give you a hundred bucks if I can have all night with you alone." 

"Do you think you could take care of me and satisfy me?" she asked. 

Gus was watching in the distance and another waitress who had just come on 
duty gave her the eye. 

"You've got customers waiting, Vicky," she called out 

"I'll talk to you later," she whispered as she left her new-found trucker. 

After she had waited on the other customers she came back to him. 

"That doesn't sound like a bad deal," she said to him. "As long as you're 
not one of those sadistic creeps." 

"You mean the kind that enjoys strangling women?" he laughed. 

"There are a lot of them around," she told him, "and I don't dig that 
scene." 

"I don't either," he assured her, "and we'll get together and have a ball." 

"I hope so," she said. "What is your name?" 

"Brian," he smiled. 

Brian's blue eyes lit up as he looked into hers. 

"About two o'clock in my room," she told him, giving him the number of her 
room. 

Two o'clock that morning she was pleasantly surprised when Brian knocked on 
her door. She almost thought he was kidding and would never show. But he 
did. He had changed from his trucker's uniform into casual clothes and she 
hardly recognized him. He was wearing a soft blue sports jacket and dark 
blue pants. 

"Hi, Brian," she smiled, "won't you come in for a drink?" 

"Just what the doctor ordered," he smiled. 

He hadn't been in the room two minutes when he wanted her to strip. 

"You don't waste time, do you?" she smiled grimly. 

"That's what I'm here for, baby," he told her. "I'm not paying a social 
call. I'm here to get my rocks off." 

"Don't you ever engage in small talk?" she said. "It sort of cuts the ice." 

"From what I've heard," he smiled, "you are ready to ignite at the drop of a 
man's fly." 

"I may be a little oversexed," she admitted, "but it's not as bad as all 
that." 

"Who says it's bad?" Brian chuckled as he removed his coat and began taking 
off his tie. 

"You men are so much alike," she said, "that you must have been cast in the 
same mold. The first thing you want to do is get a girl bare ass naked and 
the next thing you want to do is stick it in every available hole. I only 
hope you can last for I really enjoy getting fucked." 

"That's what they tell me," he told her, "and from what I've heard you're 
the most popular truck-stop girl in the business." 

"That's a compliment," she said, "and I accept it." 

Regardless of whether or not Brian cared for a drink, Vicky poured herself 
one. 

"Not too many, honey," he told her, "I don't want a limp dame who can't put 
all of her muscles into action. That stuff loosens your muscles." 

"You don't have to worry about Vicky," she laughed. "My pussy is plenty 
tight. I'll take good care of you, tiger." 

Brian was delighted that she was such a free-wheeling dame. When she removed 
her clothes he was more excited than ever. 

"You sure got boobs, baby," he told her. "If there's one thing I like it's a 
woman with big breasts. I refused to marry a girl when I found out she was 
padding her bra. Can you imagine that? Me feeling the cotton and getting 
excited." 

"How tragic," she said, "the girl should have had a silicone job." 

"Is that what you did," he chuckled. 

"I didn't have to, honey," she assured him. 

She pulled down her panties and revealed her pussy. 

"I like shaved boxes," Brian smiled, "would yon care if I shaved yours?" 

"I don't know how good you are with a razor," she said. 

"I shave every day," he said, "and I don't cut myself up." 

"I'd be out of business if you cut my pussy," she said. 

She allowed him to use an electric razor that she had for her legs. When the 
pussy hairs tugged she didn't know whether it was such a a good idea or not. 

"Oh, that's so much fun to look at it close up," Brian said in a worshipful 
way. 

"I know how you men are," she told him. "You go out of your minds over 
pussy, don't you?" 

"You know it," he agreed. 

Brian was happy that he was able to obtain the amount of response from her. 
For she went over and helped him undress. She could tell a part of Brian was 
shy like a little boy. The other part was an adult. She enjoyed the boy 
part. She unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his cock. 

"Not a bad banana," she said. "I'd like to feel it and suck it." 

"Haven't you ever seen an uncircumcised cock before?" he asked curiously. 

"No, I haven't," she admitted. 

"There's a lot to be said for letting a dick go uncircumcised," he 
explained. "There's a lot of sensitivity in the head of the shaft. Now, 
baby, you are really gonna enjoy licking on the end of it. And it's gonna be 
my pleasure to feed you cream." 

"I can hardly wait," she smiled at him. 

Brian was eager now for her to go into action. 

"On your knees," he suggested, "and pull that big thick prick to your mouth 
and start sucking quick." 

Insomuch as he wanted her to do it she figured that she might as well. She 
dropped to her knees and pulled his huge shaft to her mouth. She sucked on 
the end of it and peeled it back. 

"How do you like it?" he smiled at her. "Isn't that a lot of fun?" 

"You bet it is," she said as she removed her mouth from his shaft a moment. 

Then she got to her feet. 

"I prefer doing it in a bed," she explained. "There are many things I can do 
with my tongue. How would you like to get your ass licked?" 

"I'd like that," he admitted, "are you good at it?" 

"I wouldn't be in business long if I wasn't," she assured him. 

Brian unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants. Then he pulled down his 
shorts putting his penis momentarily back in them so he could slip them off 
smoothly. When she saw his completely naked body she got about as excited as 
he did. 

"You're beautiful, baby," he said, his eyes glistening with emotion and 
excitement. 

"Yes," he nodded, "you're beautiful all over." 

Together they went into the bedroom. As she lay on her back he got on her 
and straddled her. He brushed his buttocks over her tits. The sensation 
appealed to him. 

"I like that sensation," he told her, "it feels tremendous." 

The various sensations that he felt as he looked at her and rubbed his ass 
over her bosoms got him so eager for her tongue to be licking his ass cheeks 
he moved forward. 

"Now how do I do this?" he smiled shyly. "I've never had my ass licked 
before." 

"All you have to do," Vicky explained, "is get directly over my face. Next, 
lower yourself so I can play with your ass cheeks. I'll lick your ass cheeks 
first and then I'll suck on your ass-hole next." 

"Beautiful," he said as he moved forward, lowering himself. She gripped his 
thighs and then her tongue started lashing away at his buttocks. He loved 
the sensation of her tongue licking and lashing all around his ass-hole. 

"I want you to eat my ass," he told her as he got more stimulated and bold. 

"Sure, baby," she said huskily as she let her tongue slip smoothly up his 
tight anal ring. She stiffened and stabbed up it while he slid up and down. 

"Oh, keep that up," he begged as he gripped his cock and began pumping. "I 
like that sensation. It is different. Oh, baby, come on, do it. That's the 
way I want it." 

He was riding his ass-hole up and down on her tongue in a slippery slide 
effect. At the same time he was grasping his thick pulsating penis and 
pumping it vigorously. 

"Do it," he exclaimed, "eat it. Eat my ass-hole. Oh, Vicky, you're good at 
this. I love it." 

Brian was delighted with the exciting new sensations that he was 
discovering. He recognized that Vicky was enjoying herself and this pleased 
him. For he felt that if at any moment she wasn't obtaining great pleasure 
he wouldn't want to perform for her. 

"Suck my ass," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Oh, yes. Suck 
me there." 

The erotic sensations persisted. And his hand went on pumping his penis. His 
balls were smothering her nose now and Vicky became concerned over his cock. 
She wanted to make sure that he slipped it into her mouth so she could enjoy 
the cream when it exploded. 

Pulling out of his ass-hole she demanded, "Feed me your dick." 

"How about licking my balls first?" he said as he removed his hand from his 
cock. 

She nodded. Opening her mouth once more she let him slip his balls into her. 

"I like that," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "yes, baby, that's 
sensational." 

The tremendous pleasure that she derived from sucking on his balls was 
increased by the fact that she could tell that they were becoming larger all 
the time that she was sucking. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I can hardly wait for you to take my cock in 
your mouth and work on it." 

Insomuch as they were both equally eager for the act, it became a delight 
when Vicky let his balls slip out and he suddenly stabbed his gigantic cock 
into her mouth. She gripped the head of it and sucked with vigor and 
delight. 

"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed. "Yes, just like that. Ohhhh, ahhhh, 
yes, baby, yes. That's the way I like it. That's the way I want it. Suck my 
cock. Suck my cock off." 

He was developing a rhythm to his cock stabs. His balls bounced happily on 
her chin as he vigorously rode her face. He would pull it way out and shove 
it way back. One thing he really enjoyed was letting the head of his shaft 
slide against the back of her throat in a caressing movement. Vicky loved 
the fact that he alternated the tempo of his cock stabs. He would jab it in 
quickly and pull it out slowly. Then he would get revved up and drive 
forward in a few vigorous cock stabs. All the while, however, he was making 
it a point to keep her constantly entertained. For he was letting his hands 
glide through her hair and holding her head. 

"I need it," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "oh, baby, I need it bad." 

His enthusiasm added to her pleasure. 

"Eat me," he exclaimed eagerly, "yes, baby. I want you to do me. That's how 
it's done. Come on, baby, now you're doing it. That's how it's done. Ohhh, 
ahhh, yes, yes, baby." 

The sensational excitement that she felt had her almost juicing. 

"Suck my big dick," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, give it to me. Come on. Now 
you're doing it. Just like that. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way that 
it's done, sweetheart." 

The rapturous pleasure that she felt at this point blended with his own 
excitement. A couple more cock stabs and he exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Get all the cream." 

At this point he felt himself being sucked in. Her hands were gripping his 
ass cheeks and she was squeezing them, pulling him closer to her. It was as 
if Vicky could not get enough of him. She enjoyed the sensation of being 
almost choked with his huge cock. 

As she released his penis, she looked at him. 

"Did you get your money's worth, tiger?" 

"Not quite yet," he assured her. "I'm gonna take care of you down between 
your legs with my tongue. Do you mind?" 

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to," she assured him. 

She wasted no time in getting him down there. For she enticed him by telling 
him she was already beginning to juice. Brian, not wanting to waste any more 
time, switched around. 

"Straddle me, baby," she guided him, "then I can play with your ass cheeks 
while you're eating my pussy." 

Brian did that. He straddled her and his ass was even with her face. Now she 
could play with him there providing him with erotic thrills while he went to 
town with his tongue on her shaved box. 

"I like to see what I'm eating," he told her, "that's why I shaved your 
box." 

"Enjoy your box lunch, sweetheart," she smiled. 

He went to work now with torrid tongue movements. He stabbed it in 
vigorously and pulled it out. He wanted to hear her beg for it. 

"Don't take it out," she begged him, "I want you to do me. That's it, baby, 
I want you to do me real good." 

Brian immediately went back to industriously licking away at her there. 

"Eat my snatch," she begged him. "Oh, sweetheart, that's what I want you to 
do. Stab that tongue in there. Don't stop now. More, baby, more. Ohhh, ahhh, 
yes, yes. That's how it's done. Keep it in there. Flip it around. Twirl it. 
Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I love it. Baby, now you're thrilling me. Keep your 
tongue sliding. Don't ever stop." 

All the time that she was begging him to continue eating her pussy, she was 
massaging his behind. She decided it might add to his pleasure to slide a 
finger up his ass-hole. She could massage his prostate that way. 

Gently easing a probing finger up his tight anal channel she indeed did add 
stimulation and pleasure to his erotic delight. 

"Eat me," she begged, "when I juice, baby, don't pull your tongue out of 
there. I want to feel you sucking me in." 

She didn't have to tell him not to pull away. For Brian would never do that. 
He was a proud pussy eater who delighted in his tongue style. 

He nibbled at her clit, and probed all around inside of her, tickling the 
neck of the womb. She couldn't take it much longer. Then she gushed. As her 
love juices flowed, Brian's mouth pressed over her swiftly. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want." 

Her hands were vigorously massaging his ass cheeks now. He loved the feel of 
her hands on his behind while he was eating her. The double sensations of 
tasting her and licking inside of her while his ass was being played with 
made him thank her. 

"Oh, you don't know what you're doing for me, baby," he told her 
enthusiastically. "You've really got this tiger turned on." 

He rolled over and she saw he had another hard-on. 

"What do you want?" she smiled, "some more action?" 

"I could use some," he said. "Can't you tell?" 

As he lay on his back with his huge penis sticking straight up it was 
obvious that he could indeed use some more sexual excitement. 

"Why don't you let me do the work?" she asked. "I could slide down it and be 
on top." 

"No," he said, "I like to be the man. I figure the woman's place is on the 
bottom." 

"You're missing a lot of kicks," she told him. "You could really get a big 
charge if you would do it the way I want you to." 

"Forget it," he told her, "because I want you to do it my way." 

She rolled over so he could slip it to her. 

"Oh, baby," he said as he felt his cock slip into her pussy. Her pussy 
muscles gripped it. She massaged his back and gripped his ass cheeks and 
played with them while he fucked hard. 

"Fuck me," she begged him, "come on, baby, let me feel that great big cock 
of yours sliding in there. That's the way, Brian. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, Brian, 
yes." 

They rolled on their sides. Now they were both threshing about and pushing 
against each other with sexual ecstasy. 

"I want to feel every inch of it," she said. "Shove it to me. Harder, baby. 
Faster. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, I can't stand it. Keep fucking 
me." 

Brian's pulsating penis continued plunging into her grasping, pulling pussy. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Oh, baby, I'm cuming." 

His big cock exploded. 

"Now, baby, now," he told her, "keep pushing. Oh, grab it. Milk it." 

Letting her pussy muscles move at a rapid clip, she got more cream out of 
his cock. Brian was delighted that she had proven to be such a good sport 
about giving him every sensation he wanted. 

He continued plunging into her until he felt her juicing. Enjoying the 
sensation of his cock sliding in their mutual love juices, he kept it up 
until he almost shot some more. 

"Don't do it there," she said. "You've got so much juice in your prick you 
could slip it up my ass quick." 

 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. 

 CHAPTER 9 

Vicky was happy that night that she didn't have to perform more for Frank. 
She felt that she had given plenty to most of the men and then some. She was 
trying to taper down her activities. 

An idea came to her that if she could blow them and suck so much sperm out 
of their cocks she wouldn't have to perform all of the different acts. In 
that way she could have her money and relax more. For she felt that she'd 
been kept too busy what with working in the restaurant, giving Gus gratis 
sex now and then as well as satisfying her regular clientele of truckers. 

She experimented the following night with a young man who had just begun the 
truck route. 

"I hear you're the nicest girl in these parts," he began, "and I figured 
that maybe after you got through work I'd pay you a little visit." 

"That would be nice," Vicky smiled, "of course, it'll cost you a little." 

She always made it a point to whisper that so no one could hear. 

"I know," he agreed. 

The dark-skinned man with the brown eyes and wavy brown hair looked handsome 
to her. Vicky thought it might be a lot of fun to have him. 

He introduced himself when he came to her place at two-fifteen in the 
morning. 

"I'm Dale," he told her, "and I know your name. You're Vicky." 

"Come right in, Dale," she told him. "Wouldn't it be fun to take a nice 
relaxing bath together?" 

"I've never bathed with a woman before," he admitted, "but I guess it would 
be fun." 

Vicky went into the bedroom and began undressing. Dale followed suit. 

"One little item," Vicky smiled, "is money. Once we get the hundred dollars 
over with we don't have to talk about it again." 

Dale nodded. 

"Sure," he said pleasantly, "I have a couple of fifties here. However, 
sweetheart, I want you to do everything for that." 

"That's understood," Vicky said. 

She noticed when Dale pulled off his shorts he did have an enormous cock. 
She was hoping he wouldn't want to slide that up her rectum. 

They got into the tub together after Vicky pulled off her panties. When Dale 
saw her shaved box he had to look at it closely. 

"What happened to your pussy?" he asked curiously. i 

"Haven't you ever seen a woman with a shaved one?" she asked. 

"It's the first time," he told her. 

"I think it looks rather nice," she smiled proudly as she patted herself. 

"I think it looks delicious," Dale observed. 

When they were in the tub she reached for Dale's cock. She enjoyed playing 
around with it. Taking the soap she got it where she could pull it up and 
down. 

"I like your hand treatment, honey," he . told her, "you've got a real nice 
grip." 

She pulled on his penis and he was getting more and more excited. 

"I like to play with your tits while you're playing with my cock," he 
suggested. 

"Of course," Vicky replied, "it's yours." 

Reaching over he massaged the soap all around her breasts. Soon he'd created 
quite a suds. Reaching out with both hands he played with them. 

"You're rough," she said as she felt his finger nails. 

"Those tits are nice and soft," he smiled. 

"They're gonna be all scratched up if you don't cut your nails," she 
complained. 

Getting out of the tub they dried each other off. Going back to the bed 
Vicky pulled Dale by his penis. He loved her boldness. 

"I hear you suck ass," he told her, "and I want you to suck mine." 

"It would be a pleasure," Vicky turned to tell him. 

She applied some body splash all over him and then he got on the bed. He 
positioned himself. 

"I want to be on all fours," he told her, "so I can watch you slip that 
tongue up my ass-hole. Is that okay, sweetheart?" 

"Certainly, Dale," she smiled, "if you enjoy it that way I am delighted to 
accommodate you." 

Vicky mounted his ass with her tongue. Gripping his behind she pulled his 
ass cheeks apart so her tongue could slip up the crack. Then stiffening her 
tongue she stabbed it right up his ass-hole. 

"Suck ass," he told her, "suck it. That's what I want you to do." 

Vicky didn't miss a trick. Her hot tongue jabbed up his ass-hole as he 
became more and more intensely excited. 

"I'll play with it," he said, "while you eat my ass out." 

Reaching down he gripped his shaft. He pulled on it as she ate him. 

"I like that sensation," he told her, "it is really something." 

Vicky realized that soon he would be shooting. She pulled her tongue from 
his behind and got underneath him. She enjoyed sucking men off at this 
angle. 

"This is a good position," he informed her. "I can look in the mirror. Oh, 
baby, take my cock. Take all of it. Every fucking sucking inch of it. Now 
suck it. Suck me off, baby." 

Dale's big penis plunged into her mouth in rapid-fire movements. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Now, baby, 
now." 

With hard driving movements he rode into her mouth and fucked her face. 

"I want you to eat it when I shoot," he told her. "That's it. I want you to 
suck it off." 

Using a milking motion with her mouth she played with his balls. 

"It feels-great when you play with my nuts," he assured her. "That's what I 
want you to do. Play with me." 

She went on fingering his balls and sucking his cock. 

"Suck it for me," Dale begged, "suck it. Suck that big juicy cock. Oh, baby, 
suck it. Suck it off." 

The truck-stop girl was performing splendidly. She was giving head as only 
she could. Dale was delighted that he had finally gotten to her. Plenty of 
men had told him they had never enjoyed a woman as uninhibited, as eager to 
satisfy every lust they felt, as Vicky. It was true. Vicky was blowing him 
as he had never been blown before. 

"Eat it," he told her, "swallow my seed." 

Seconds later his big penis exploded in her mouth. Greedily she gulped his 
cream. 

"Suck it off," he told her, "suck that big juicy cock. That's the way to do 
it, baby, suck that cock off." 

A couple more thrusts and he shot his wad. His balls rode merrily on her 
chin as he shot a steady stream of white cum into her mouth. She didn't 
immediately swallow it. Instead she tasted him. She liked the liquid sugary 
taste of his creamy cum. 

"Eat it," he demanded, "eat every drop of it. Yes. That's what I want you to 
do. Suck that juicy cock. Suck it off. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Ohhh, 
ahhh, yes, yes. Suck that cock off." 

Vicky completed eating him and then reluctantly pulled off his penis. She 
patted his ass playfully and looked up at him. 

"Did I do a good job?" 

"The most," he told her. "You really have it all together. You know how to 
play with the balls and suck just right. I guess it's instinct." 

"And experience," Vicky laughed. 

She got off the bed and thought a drink might calm Dale down. 

"Would you like something to drink?" she smiled slyly. 

"Don't mind if I do," he admitted. "After a good fuck like that I feel the 
need of some refreshment." 

A few moments later when Vicky and Dale sat sipping their drinks Dale 
revealed he was a married man. 

"I've been married twice," he chuckled. 

"What happened?" Vicky questioned him. 

"At first," he told her, "I guess I didn't know what I was getting into. I 
didn't like all of the responsibility. I didn't like this woman demanding 
that I come home and screw her when she wanted it. Imagine that. I told her 
to get lost." 

"What happened?" Vicky asked him. "Did she leave you?" 

"She left me flat," he told her. "Wrote me a nasty note and said she didn't 
want anything from me but a divorce." 

"That was nice of her," Vicky smiled. 

"I didn't have anything," he explained, "so it wasn't nice. All that 
mattered to me then was her." 

"I'm sorry," she said, "and what about your wife number two?" 

"It's better," he said, "but I'm still .not the marrying kind. I cheat when 
I see a woman that turns me on." 

"That's true," Vicky said, "you do cheat But you could be forgiven because 
you feel the need of some sexual release like any other man. 

And you don't want it all from the same pussy." 

"It's normal for a man to play around," Dale nodded. "I don't think men 
should be corralled." 

"You want your freedom," Vicky laughed. "You want the adventure of finding 
out what it feels like to slide into different pussy every now and then." 

He laughed as she had put it so succinctly. 

"That's true," he agreed. "I do yearn for new pastures. I get tired of 
feeding at the same old grounds." 

"Will your wife do everything you want her to?" Vicky asked him. 

"Everything but suck ass," he admitted. "She gives good head." 

"That's nice," Vicky said, "it's so horrible when some of these women refuse 
to go down on you. And of course you like to eat her pussy." 

"I love to," he smiled, "and right now I would love to try your shaved box 
for size." 

"All right," Vicky replied, "how would it be if I straddled your face and 
pressed my pussy over your sweet mouth." 

"Sounds tasty," he grinned. 

Going back to the bed he stretched out on his back. Vicky wasted no time in 
climbing on him. Straddling him she pressed her pussy over his face. 

"Eat me," she smiled, "just slide your tongue in there and whip it around. 
That's it. Oh, baby, that feels good." 

She loved the double sensation of his tongue stabbing her pussy while his 
hands played with her bosoms. 

"Keep it up, Dale," she begged him, "oh, sweetheart, you're gonna enjoy it 
when I get my multiple climaxes." 

Dale knew that he would. He enjoyed eating pussy and she was quite a 
performer. Licking and probing and stabbing inside of her vagina with 
rhythmic tongue jabs as if his tongue had become a penis, he thrilled her. 

"Oh, Dale," she bubbled, "you're killing me. Oh, I can't stand it. Stop it." 

Dale refused to stop. He persisted in letting his tongue lave her. Suddenly 
she was unable to stand it. Reaching down she gripped his head and held him 
there as she juiced in his face. 

Dale lapped her up, loving every drop of her. 

When she unwrapped her legs from him she got off the bed and went over to 
the dresser. She poured herself a double shot. It was becoming evident to 
Vicky that she needed more drink. Apparently having so much sex gave her hot 
urges for more sex. Dale was getting turned on just looking at her ass 
cheeks. 

"How about letting me slip it to you from behind?" he smiled as he went over 
to the dresser and stood behind her. 

She felt his quivering cock between her ass cheeks and she knew it would be 
a pleasure and delight to let him slip it up there. 

"You like the back door entrance?" she said, turning around and laughing. 

"I always enjoy ass fucking," Dale said, "it's a tight way to make it." 

"All right," she agreed, "if you want that you can have it" 

They went back to the bed and Vicky pulled out the night stand drawer. She 
kept KY handy so it would be easy to lubricate the male penis. 

Lubricating his cock she told him, "What position do you want?" 

"I want you on your back with your legs over my shoulders," he smiled. 

Vicky turned over on her back. She parted her legs and then he rested her 
ass cheeks on his thighs as he rode his slippery cock up her ass crack. 

"Hang on, honey, I think it's gonna be a rough ride as I slide inside." 

His big penis drove in with a hard stab. 

"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it Fuck." 

Vicky was thrilled now. For he was driving in with regular cock stabs. He 
was gripping her ass cheeks and enjoying himself. She pressed her legs 
tighter. 

"Fuck me," she begged him, "Let me feel it. I want it way up there. Now 
you're doing it. Oh, baby, I like your balls bouncing on me when you fuck my 
ass." 

He was enjoying the sensations of the tight ass fuck as much as Vicky was. 
More than that he was delighted that he'd found a woman who loved it, too. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he smiled, "swing your hips. That's it. Grind it for 
me. Oh, baby, don't be a dead ass. Oh, come on, fuck it. Match my tempo. 
When I drive it into you, you push it back to me." 

Vicky did as she was told. As he stabbed his cock into her she pushed back. 

"That's it," he told her. "Oh, baby, like that. Now you're doing it." 

He looked in the mirror and enjoyed the reflection. 

"It's beautiful," he exclaimed, "that's what I call fucking. Come on, baby, 
fuck it." 

He was really enjoying it and so was she. Reaching forward now he played 
with her breasts. He watched the erotic delight sweeping across her face as 
his cock surged in. 

"You like getting your ass fucked, don't you, baby?" he smiled as he kept on 
humping her. 

"You know it, Dale," she said, "I live for sex. I'm ashamed to admit it but 
I love it as much as the men who are doing me." 

"Nothing to be ashamed of," he told her. "I just wish more women enjoyed it 
like you do. Burns the hell out of me that they don't." 

He went on stabbing his cock into her. 

"When I stab it to the right," he explained, "swing your hips to the left. 
That's it. Oh, baby, I love it when you take my cock along for the ride." 

Driving to the left, driving to the right, Vicky countered his motions. 

"Now right on, baby," he exclaimed as he slammed straight forward as far up 
her rectum as he could make his cock slide. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed happily, "oh, baby, I'm there. I made it." 

The hot cream gushed out of his cock head. 

Vicky reached out and clutched the sheets as she felt the sperm shooting up 
her ass-hole. 

"Oh, I like it when you're shooting in me," she said. "It feels so good to 
have my ass-hole lined with your cum." 

When he pulled his penis out it was a swift trip. For all of the lubrication 
that he had provided made it easy. 

 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. 

 CHAPTER 12 

The next morning Tillie put it on the line. 

"I've packed my bags," she told Vicky, "and I'm ready to leave this place. I 
think we should head for Nevada. I know a wonderful madame that would give 
us a real opportunity to make money. Marge used to be in the bar business. 
Now she's gone into the house of flowers operation." 

"I'm not going to be a whore," Vicky said. "I'm sorry." 

"I've got news for you," Tillie laughed, "you are a whore." 

It made Vicky so mad to hear her tell the truth she wanted to slap her face. 

"Does it come as a great shock to you, darling?" Tillie demanded. 

"Not exactly," she shrugged. 

"Honey," Tillie said sadly, "we all seem to live in our illusions. You are 
heading for a crack-up. You're not facing up to life as it is." 

"I can take care of myself," Vicky said in an acid voice. 

"Can you?" Tillie asked sadly. "I hope so, my dear." 

"You bet I can," Vicky assured her. "All I want to be is left alone." 

It was painfully clear to Vicky that Tillie was trying to lure her away from 
Gus's place. Gus, aware of the fact, was waiting a few rooms down. 

When Tillie came out by herself, Gus smiled. He walked with her as she went 
to her car. 

"Guess you didn't score," Gus told her in a snide voice. 

"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snapped. "You've made a tramp out of 
that lovely girl." 

"That's better than making a lesbian out of her," Gus said. 

"Don't talk to me," she shrieked, "you get your kicks watching her screw 
your dog, Teddy. At least I wouldn't ask her to fuck a dog." 

"She might enjoy Teddy's cock more than your dildo," Gus snapped. 

Guests at the motel heard them arguing. Vicky came out. Tears were streaming 
down her face as she saw Gus making such a fuss with Tillie. 

She couldn't look at it anymore. She turned and went back into her bedroom. 
She started sobbing. No one could understand, and no one could console her. 
She was alone. Painfully alone and she knew it. 

That evening Vicky went to work as if nothing had happened. She put on a new 
uniform and even opened a bottle of fresh cologne. She figured that she had 
no way out. The only thing she could do was go on. 

It was a busy evening with quite a few men in the place. One young trucker 
caught her eye. She deliberately went over to him and figured she could give 
him the big play. 

"How's the highway tonight?" she asked him. "Are they still trying to stop 
you if you go over fifty-five miles an hour?" 

"They're still trying," the trucker laughed, "but we've got it beat. We have 
radios in our cabs and we let each other know when an officer is patrolling 
a stretch of highway." 

"That's nice," she smiled, "I suppose you truckers can't be slowed down. 
You're pretty fast guys." 

"Fast on the highway and fast in bed, baby," he told her, "my name is Ray. 
Glad to meet you, Vicky." 

"Glad to meet you, Ray," she smiled as Gus observed her. 

Gus didn't say anything as long as she didn't neglect a customer. However, 
some more truckers were just coming in and she had to leave. Ray grabbed her 
by the wrist and told her, "Don't leave. Not yet. Let's get together 
tonight" 

"You're hurting me," she said nervously as she noticed Gus giving her the 
eye. 

"Please," he said, with feeling. 

"Yes," she replied. "If you want to." 

Hastily she went to wait on the other men. Fortunately all they wanted was 
coffee and pie. Returning to Ray she told him quietly, "I'll give you my 
room number on this napkin. You can come there a little after two." 

"All right," he replied. 

She was happy when he did show up in the early hours of the morning. 

Opening the door she stood there in her see-through negligee and watched 
Ray's eyes light up. 

"Come right in," she smiled. 

"You're just as beautiful as I heard you were," he told her. 

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked with a pleasant smile. 

"Yes, I would enjoy a drink," he admitted. "I get bolder when I've had some 
booze." 

"You don't have to be real bold with me," Vicky said smoothly. "I like quiet 
guys. They run deep, sweetheart." 

He smiled at her. 

"You can take that two ways," he grinned, "and with you, baby, I would like 
to run deep just one way." 

"What would you like to drink, Ray?" she asked, paying no attention to his 
sexual innuendo. 

"Just give me a beer," he said. 

She gave him a beer and then she sat down and sipped her bourbon. 

"How long have you been driving?" she asked. 

"Just a couple of years," Ray informed her. "Just getting used to it." 

"It's good money," she said. "Yes, it is," Ray nodded, "and I guess you make 
pretty good money, too, don't you, baby?" 

"I'm well paid," Vicky replied. 

Ray wanted to see her undress and told her he wanted her to do a slow strip. 

Vicky hated to waste time as she thought perhaps she could turn a couple of 
tricks in a night. 

"If there's anything I hate," Ray told her, "it's rushing in sex." 

Slowly Vicky removed her clothing. When he caught sight of her well-formed 
breasts and her shaved box he was out of his mind. 

He went over to Vicky and dropped on his knees. He examined her pussy 
closely. Parting her pussy lips he let his tongue slip in. 

"You're beautiful," he exclaimed hungrily, "and I'm just the guy to eat your 
snatch." 

Reaching down she guided Ray's head. 

"Come on, tiger," she told him, "show me some love. I need a lot of love." 

There was no doubt in her mind what she needed. Ray's tongue pumped in 
vigorously. Vicky's hands ran through his hair as he energetically ate her. 

"Come on, pussy eater," she exclaimed, "perform your act." 

Ray performed. She loved the way he drove his tongue in there. He would lick 
quickly, slow down, and alternate his pace. 

"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you've got a sweet-tasting box." 

When he had finished getting her there and licked her juicing vagina, he got 
to his feet. His gigantic cock appealed to her. She stroked it hard a couple 
of times and tugged on him as she pulled him to the bedroom. All the way to 
the bedroom Ray was watching her ass wiggle. 

When he got there he told her, "There's one thing I've always wanted to do," 
he smiled, "and that is stab it in from behind. But first I want you to do a 
little licking and sucking on my ass-hole, sweetheart. I'd really love 
that." 

"All right," she agreed. 

She got on the bed and Ray sat down on her. She was delighted that he was 
willing to do an ass-sucking sixty-nine. 

"I'll eat out your ass," he suggested, "if you eat mine." 

He bent over. His hot tongue stabbed up her ass-hole. 

"Ohhh, Ray, baby," Vicky exclaimed excitedly, "you don't know how delicious 
that feels to me. Oh, baby, pump your tongue up there. Just like that. All 
around. Lick it, baby." 

While Ray was licking Vicky's behind, she started playing with his. First 
she massaged his ass cheeks. Then parting his ass crack she slowly eased her 
tongue up his ass-hole. 

"Suck it," Ray said, taking time out from his own ass-eating activity, "eat 
my ass-hole. That's it baby. Stab it up there." 

Vicky's tongue pumped hard up his rectum. She wiggled it around and tickled 
his balls while she was sucking his ass out. 

"I can't take much of that," Ray said. "You d better open your mouth and let 
me slip it to you, baby, and fast." 

Vicky quickly opened her mouth. Ray stabbed his cock into her mouth. 

"Suck me, baby," he told her, "suck me good, sweetheart. That's the way to 
do it. Suck, baby, suck." 

She was sucking him now and he was enjoying it immensely. 

"That's the way you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my prick. Come on, 
baby, eat my hot dick. Eat it!" 

He was ramming it down her throat. Caressing the head of his shaft against 
the velvety softness of her throat had him intoxicated with sexual and lusty 
desire. 

"Suck my cock," he told her, "suck it, baby. Oh, yes, get all the cream out 
of my dick." 

He was ramming it to her now with lusty, driving movements. 

"Come on, dick eater," he exclaimed happily, "get all the juice. Drain it." 

The hot cream shot in a steady stream. It flooded her mouth and it dripped 
from the corners of her lips. Ray was so stimulated he went to eating her 
pussy. He wanted a quick sixty-nine. She massaged his ass cheeks as she 
finished sucking off his cock. At the same time he played with her ass while 
he went to work with his tongue on her hot pussy. 

He was able to elicit another climax from her steaming vagina and he 
congratulated himself. 

Pulling his tongue out of her, he noticed she was still sucking on the head 
of his penis. 

"You've drained it," he laughed as she finally slid off his cock head. 

They rolled over and lay at an angle so they could look at each other's 
privates. 

"You're a talented chick," he told her. "You got so much juice out of my 
dick I don't know whether I can stick it up your ass-hole or not." 

This disappointed her. For she thought it would be an interesting experience 
to see if Ray's huge cock could make it. 

"Maybe if I pump on it," she suggested, "it will spring back to life." 

"You can try," he agreed. 

Reaching over to his penis she began pumping with steady movements. 

"Oh, Ray," she exclaimed happily, "it's coming back to life." 

Reaching for some KY, she lubricated his shaft. She even added some of the 
KY to his balls and played with them. 

"I like it when you pull on my prick and fondle my nuts," he said. "With all 
of that nice slick stuff on it, it feels good." 

Even though Vicky enjoyed doing this she wanted Ray to get his rocks off in 
her ass-hole. 

"I'm ready, Ray," she smiled softly as she lay on her side. 

Ray pushed one leg over farther and slipped his cock between her ass cheeks. 

"This will hurt at first, honey," he told her, "but once it gets in there 
you'll love it." 

"Shove it!" Vicky panted. "I want to feel it riding up there, baby." 

Encouraged by her words, Ray gave it a good hard jab. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure got a smooth ass. Oh, I like sliding my 
prick into you. What a feeling this is giving me." 

He pumped hard. 

"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck. Oh, yes. That's the way to do it. 
Fuck." 

In and out Ray's slick sliding cock drove. She wiggled her butt for him. He 
reached round to play with her bosoms while he fucked her ass-hole. 

"You're a real great screw," he told her, "it's really fun to ball with you, 
baby." 

"I'm glad you enjoy it," she said, churning her hips around. "Keep fucking." 

Encouraged by her words, Ray reached down to her pussy. He pumped harder 
now. His hands felt of her moist vagina. 

"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "fuck, baby, fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck!" 

In and out his rock-hard cock drove. She was getting more and more 
stimulated. 

"Baby, let's make it together," he suggested as he slid his fingers into her 
vagina. 

As he drove them into her, she felt electrical thrills shooting through her 
body. Getting fucked from two directions pleased her. Ray's fingers 
manipulated her clitoris perfectly. 

"Keep doing that," she begged, "oh, yes, more, baby, more. Shove it in 
there." 

Ray rode his cock in to the hilt, his balls bouncing on her buttocks as he 
slammed it to climax. 

"I'm exploding," he panted. "Oh, baby, you milked more juice out of my 
pecker. I didn't think I could get any more out of it tonight." 

"I'm cuming," she exclaimed, "oh, baby, we're in perfect sync. You've got me 
all revved up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Keep fucking me." 

Ray finally realized she couldn't get enough. Apparently she was a nympho. 
He didn't care. He was enjoying it. 

Just then the door opened. Vicky looked up and to her horror she saw Tillie. 

"Tillie," she exclaimed nervously, "what are you doing here?" 

"I've come back to even a few scores, baby," she said as she reached in her 
purse. 

Pulling out a pistol she pointed it at the two of them. 

"You're out of your mind," Ray exclaimed as he pulled his penis out of 
Vicky. 

His cock went limp as he lunged for Tillie's gun. Just then Tillie pulled 
the trigger. 

"So long, bastard," she exclaimed as the man shrieked in pain. 

Seconds later Gus was in the room. 

"I knew there'd be trouble with you," Gus said as he grabbed her and pinned 
her to the floor. 

"Call the police," Gus shouted angrily, "and do it fast." 

It didn't take Vicky long to notify the police. Moments later they took 
Ray's dead body to the morgue. Tillie was taken to jail on a murder rap. 

As Vicky sat there with Gus after they had both been taken away, she wept 
bitterly. 

"I told you, you'd come to no good with that tramp," Gus reminded her. 

"I guess you were right, Gus," Vicky sobbed, "I should never have become 
involved with her." 


THE END
