Highway Jobbery
I drive a big rig for a living. My work takes me across America
several times a month. Life on the road can get lonely, but
there are compensations. This is the story of one of them.
I was cruising through Utah last week when I saw this girl
by the side of the road. I usually pick up hitchers when I
see them, especially young women. No, I'm not some crazy
pervert who wants to fuck every girl who gets into his rig
? that's only happened a few times. But I've been driving
long enough to know that there ARE those kind of guys out
there on the road. So I figure the girls are better off with
me. I pulled over when I saw this one. From a distance I guessed
she was maybe 25, with long tanned legs leading up to a tiny
pair of denim shorts, and a nice big pair of tits barely covered
by a tight white t-shirt. But when she climbed into the truck
I realised she couldn't be much more than 18. And with her
long blond hair and pretty smile, she was even more gorgeous
than I'd expected.
Her name was Mel, and she said she was going to Heber City.
I explained that was about 10 miles out of my way, but I'd
be happy to make a detour on her behalf. She was pleased.
"How can I repay you, Dan?" she asked. I laughed and told
her payment wasn't necessary. But she slid towards me and
before I knew it her hand was running along my inner thigh,
and her hot breath was whispering at my ear: "I'm sure we
can work something out." I was pretty sure I knew what she
meant, and when she ran her pink tongue over her luscious-looking
lips she confirmed it. I told her I didn't need her to blow
me, but my cock was already hardening when she reached down
and began stroking it through my jeans. "Oh my, " she said
with a giggle. "I don't think you're telling the truth,
Danny. I think you're a BIG liar." I was excited, sure, but
I didn't think she had to degrade herself for the sake of
10-mile side-trip. I wanted to say something to put her
off, but as she kept rubbing my cock my throat was suddenly
too dry to speak. Before I knew it, she'd unzipped my jeans
and freed my throbbing 8-incher. She began stroking it
gently with her long fingers, teasing it. It didn't need
much encouragement, let me tell you. It's never been harder.
Then she reached down and started playing with my aching
balls, too. She started pulling my jeans down to get better
access, so I raised by butt a little to help her. Within moments
my jeans and jocks were around my ankles, and she was kneeling
on her seat, lowering her face towards my yearning cock.
My head was spinning. Resistance was futile. I adjusted
the steering wheel to give her more room, and just tried
to keep my eyes on the road.
I could feel her long blonde hair cascading onto my bare
thighs, a delicious prelude to what would follow. First
she teased the tip with her tongue, hotly flicking it over
and around the base of the head. I couldn't see what she was
doing, so I had no idea when the next hot, wet lick would come.
Then I felt her lapping at the eye of my cock, sucking up the
big drops of pre-cum I could feel were already oozing out
of me. All the while she was gently squeezing my balls in
a way I found agonizingly erotic. I started to moan. My sudden
recollection that oral sex was still technically illegal
in Utah did nothing to dull my desire. If anything, it fueled
my excitement ? an excitement which knew no bounds when
I suddenly felt her envelop my entire pulsing shaft with
her hot, wet mouth. I closed my eyes momentarily, unable
to resist the urge, and felt the truck drift to the right.
I hit the gravel at the roadside, and as the rig shuddered
violently, it made my cock vibrate in her mouth. These vibrations,
along with the expert workings of her sweet young tongue,
were incredible. No teenager should be able to suck cock
this well, I thought. It was fucking indecent. And I was
loving it. I heaved the truck back onto the road and headed
for an exit I knew well. The road I turned into was entirely
unsealed. Within seconds the whole truck was shuddering
wildly, which only added to the almost excruciating pleasure
Mel was giving me as she drew my cock in and out of her hot,
tight throat, teasing it every time with her cheeks and
tongue, swirling it in a glorious clench of hot wetness.
I looked over and saw that she was fingering herself, too.
Three fingers were jammed into her cunt, but she was allowing
the vibrations of the truck to do most of the work. I could
see twin streams of juice running down her tanned thighs.
"Jesus Christ..." I whispered. The sight of it got me so
hot, I thought I would cum there and then.
But it was right about now that I became dimly aware of a sound.
Breaking through my erotic reverie was the unmistakable
wail of a police siren. I checked my mirrors and, sure enough,
through the trail of red dust behind us I saw the flashing
lights of a squad car. I guess I had been driving erratically.
Reflexively, I hit the brakes ? hard. I wanted Mel to get
off me before the cop busted us, but the sudden braking only
pushed my cock further into her mouth. I didn't think it
was possible for this blow job to feel any better, but it
did. I stepped on the gas for a second, and then hit the brakes
again ? even harder. Once again my cock was pushed further
into Mel's hot, tight throat. It felt so fucking good I thought
I was going to pass out. She knew I was close to cumming so
she quickened her pace. She slipped her free hand under
my balls, and started teasing my anus with a finger. I began
tapping and releasing the brakes in time with the rhythm
of her sucking and fingering, each time forcing my cock
deeper into the glorious wetness of her throat. I could
feel her tongue urgently swirling around my cock head,
dragging me towards the abyss. It was so fucking good I felt
tears coming to my eyes. The cop was getting closer now,
and I bet he was getting madder, too, with me braking and
accelerating all the time like some kind of smart ass wise
guy. But I couldn't resist the rhythm of it. It just felt
so good. Seconds later I felt an almighty load brewing in
my nuts. My loins clenched and my breathing quickened.
"Oh, Christ. It's too good, Mel!" I cried out. "I'm... going
to... cum...!" I couldn't hold back any longer. As she slipped
a second finger deep into my willing ass, I slammed on the
brakes with both feet, forcing my cock into her face one
final time, and shot what felt like two pints of hot cum into
her guzzling throat. I cried out in ecstasy and let go of
the wheel.
The truck jack-knifed, and went into an uncontrollable
slide. The thing's worth over half a million bucks, but
in that moment I did not give a damn. All that mattered was
my hugely spasming cock and the amazingly talented mouth
wrapped around it. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed
through me as my hot jets of sperm flew into her slavering
mouth. I closed my eyes as all feeling left my legs. I think
I stopped breathing, and only started again when I felt
the truck begin to slow. Yet Mel didn't quit. She kept on
sucking until she'd taken the last drop of seed from my swollen
cock-tip and swallowed it. I was breathless. All I could
do was sit there, gasping, running my hands through her
glorious mass of blonde hair.
Slowly, eventually, I opened my eyes. Through the haze
of dust swirling around the now stationary truck, I saw
the flashing lights of the squad car. Then, coming through
the haze, I saw a gun-toting young cop who looked mightily
pissed off. I should have been afraid, but I just couldn't
wipe the smile off my face. "Get your hands where I can see
them, motherfucker!" he shouted, aiming his revolver
up at me through the windshield. He came around to my side
of the truck, climbed up, and yanked opened the cab door.
What a sight we must have been: me, my jeans and jocks at my
ankles, my spit-slicked cock lying spent in my lap, and
Mel sitting up, wiping a drizzle of hot white cum off her
chin. The cop stepped down, clearly too shocked to speak.
I didn't know what the fuck to say, either. So it was Mel who
spoke up. "Do you REALLY have to give him a ticket, officer?"
she smiled sweetly, slipping her t-shirt over her head.
The young cop did a double-take as he caught sight of the
best set of tits I'd bet either of us has ever seen. He hesitated,
then shook his head, smiled, and holstered his weapon.
"Don't fret, little lady, " he drawled, his hands moving
slowly to his fly. "I'm sure we can work something out."
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