BY
LACEY ST. CLAIRE
RIDE
Part One
A long time ago I made a deal with myself that I would always be willing to do whatever I had to in order to get by. Now I find myself stuck here in the middle of nowhere Texas with only one option left. My body. I have to get back home and one of those awful fat truckers has to be horny for a lay, right? I’ll just go into the Rocky Tonk bar and do whatever it takes to get someone to take me back to Memphis.
I’m a pretty fit girl so I’m bound to turn some heads. Sure would have been nice if my friend Sophie had been willing to come get me, but that’s water under the bridge at this point. Guess I’m stuck letting some old man stick his prick in me now. Let some grease bag put his sticky hands all over me. It makes me want to throw up. I don’t even know why I’m dwelling on it. Whatever gets me home, that’s my new motto.
Missy crouched down behind a tree on the far side of the interstate and shimmied out of her oversized cargo pants and faded black band shirt. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the only other option she brought with her, a short jean skirt and a halter top. Missy quickly pulled the skirt up to her hourglass waist and fastened the button. The skirt barely covered her ass and showed off her shapely legs. She had brought it for all the nights of partying that never seemed to happen. Before putting the top on she contemplated if she should leave her bra on or take it off. It is a halter, I guess it makes sense to take it off. Plus, it will drive the men crazy, she thought smiling to herself. She always liked the way the thin fabric accentuated her nipples. All of her past boyfriends had loved the top. Fully dressed she peeked from behind the tree to watch the bar. All she could think of was how she really didn’t want to be doing this.
Ok girl, get a hold of yourself. All you have to do is walk across the street, walk into the bar, ask who’s headed to Memphis, or at least in that direction, chat them up and convince them to take you. Easy peasy.
Missy stood up wiggling the skirt straight and brushed off the dust and dirt from the ground. She took a few deep breaths and stepped out from behind the trees. Cars rushed past on the highway and for a moment she thought of trying to hitchhike but decided that would take too long. Nope, I’ve already got a good plan and I’m going with it, she reminded herself.
When the traffic cleared she put one brown leather boot in front of the other and crossed over to the parking lot. As she reached the edge she noticed a group of men entering the bar. They don’t look so bad. Maybe this won’t be so horrible after all, she thought. As the bar doors opened and closed she could hear soft country music and men laughing in the background. She took in a deep breath and let it out as she walked the rest of the way across the dimly lit lot.
As she reached the door she put her hand up to the handle and then hesitated. Come on you can do this girl. You’ve made it this far. After a few more breathing exercises, she straightened her top and hiked her skirt a bit higher. If she had any reason at all to bend over her ass would be on perfect display for anyone looking her direction. I’m probably the only woman in the bar, of course they’ll all be looking in my direction, she thought to herself.
One last exhale as she feels her palm on the cold brass of the handle. Wrapping her fingers around the metal she pulls the heavy door open and steps inside. Immediately everyone in the bar turns her direction. Missy can feel her cheeks turning red and immediately her gaze goes to the floor.
Missy, stop this, you’re here for a reason. Quit your blushing and get to work! “Hi, um…hello.” She gives a small wave, hardly lifting her elbow from her hip.
“What are you saying lady? No one can hear you, and if we can’t hear you then we don’t give a fuck.” A rough elderly man from one of the pool tables calls. The men around him laugh at his snide comment.
“I said, Hello. Is anyone headed to Memphis?” Missy spoke up louder finding her voice.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go sweetheart, for a price.”
“Oh you will not, you don’t even have a working truck right now.” Two more men, probably in their mid-40’s.
Missy stood still unsure of what to do next. “Umm…ok well, I’ll be at the bar if anyone would like to work something out for a ride.”
Loud whistling broke out around the bar. “Oooh wee, work out a deal for a long ride alright.” The first elderly man that spoke up thrust his hips back and forth gesturing with his pool cue. Missy just rolled her eyes as she crossed the bar to sit on a stool.
“What will you have?” asked the bartender.
“Can I just get a pop? A coke is fine.” Missy replied not wanting to drink. She needs to keep her head about her to follow through on her plan.
Missy grabs her coke and slides around on her stool to face the rest of the bar. She sips lightly at the straw as she glances around taking in her odds. The bar is a mix of older truckers that have clearly been doing the job forever and a few younger men that are probably just getting started on their long careers. She decides some of them aren’t too awful, but then not a single one spoke up about heading to Memphis. Shit. How am I supposed to get there if no one is interested in the offer? What if no one is headed that way? Dammit. She twists back around to the bar and drinks the soda skulking and feeling her hope slip away.
“Hey there darlin’” a smooth voice called from her right. Missy swung around quickly unaware that anyone had approached her.
“Uh, hey.”
“Nice pair of legs you’ve got.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m serious. They’ve got my imagination stirring.”
“Ok look, unless you’re going to Memphis and are willing to give me a ride, can you back off so someone that can help me might show up?”
“What if I am going that way?” he grinned.
“Look. You either are, or you aren’t. Which is it?”
“What’s your name?”
“Nope, I’m not telling you anything until you tell me if you’re taking me where I need to go.”
“Oh, I can take you places alright.” He slid his hand up her leg. She didn’t flinch like she had expected. He was better looking than the other men here and probably in his late 20’s. He wore tight fitting jeans, and a checkered button up shirt, and a baseball cap instead of the cowboy hats the rest of the bar wore. Misty unwillingly closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. The man laughed to himself. “I knew you’d come around.” Missy came back to her senses then and brushed his hand away.
“Stop touching me. Stop talking to me. If you’re going to Memphis say so otherwise just go away.” she stammered.
“Tell me your name and I’ll tell you if I’m going to Memphis.” His smile lit up his face and it was all she could do not to jump on his lap for the fun of it.
“Missy. Now tell me where you’re going.”
“Mmm Missy, sounds like a good name for a sweet country girl. Are you a good girl?”
“I answered your question now tell me.”
“Yes I’m headed to Memphis and you’re welcome to come.”
“Seriously! Oh my God, thank you so much!” She couldn’t control her excitement.
“But, if f I give you a ride, what are you going to give me? I seem to remember you mentioning something about a deal.” He looked her right in the eyes when he asked. Not ashamed or embarrassed at all. She felt herself pulling off of his energy and lost her shyness as well.
“If you take me to Memphis, I’ll take you places as well.” She bit her lip and ran her fingertip up the inside of his thigh to his cock. She felt him shiver and knew she was going to get her way.
“How do I know you’ll keep your word once you’re in my truck? I think maybe I need a taste before we get on the road.”
Missy didn’t think he seemed so bad. What’s one extra blowjob to get back home?
“Yeah. Ok, sure. Have some place in mind? How are the bathroom stalls here?” She caught herself smiling at her determination. No one can ever say she do
esn’t get things done.
“That’ll do it. Let’s go sugar.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the bar. As Missy was pulled by his large rough hands she couldn’t help but notice the way his ass moved in his tight jeans. This might even end up being a little fun after all.
“Men’s or women’s?” he asked.
“Well, women’s is usually cleaner. Men’s restrooms always stink.” She replied scrunching up her nose in distaste.
“Women’s it is.”
He pulled her through the door and before she knew it they were standing alone in the dimly lit bathroom. Thankfully no one was there.
“So how do you want to do this?” she asked locking the door behind them.
“It’s not rocket science sweetheart. Get down on your knees, unbutton my pants, pull em down to my ankles, and suck my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Missy glanced down at his jeans. She could already see his cock straining against the denim. She looked him in the eye and bit her lip as she placed her hand to the bulge. She felt him shudder and pulse against her palm. “Can I know your name first?”
“It’s Billy.” he answered through clenched teeth.
“That’s a good name.” Missy whispered as she stroked him through is jeans. “Has it been awhile?” she teased.
“No more stalling. If you want to see Memphis any time soon you better start to lick something besides your lip. If I come in my pants that doesn’t equal a ride for you.” He grinned.
Missy slid her hand down the inside of his thigh as she crouched to the floor. She was eye to eye with the beast now. She hesitated for just a moment and then remembered his nice smile back at the bar and decided this could all be so much worse.
Reaching up she undid the top button of his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down taking care to seemingly accidentally run her hand down his length. When the zipper was all the way down she ran her hands up the outsides of his thighs. Before he knew what was happening she hand pulled his pants and underwear down to the floor. His cock sprang to life and hit her in the face. It felt warm resting against her cheek.
She had seen a lot of men before and knew what to expect but his was larger than any she had seen before. It was veined perfectly and she couldn’t help but find herself actually wanting to put it in her mouth. He’d been nice enough and this dick was just begging to be sucked.
Missy looked up and found him watching her with his mouth agape, panting lightly. She could tell how bad he wanted it and it was making her wet. Teasingly she began to gently lick the head of his cock with the tip of her outstretched tongue.
“Oh God.” he groaned.
“You want this?” she asked.
Billy grabbed Missy by the hair. “Open your mouth.”
Missy obeyed and made an O of her lips. “Take it.” he demanded. Missy reached up and started to slowly suck his cock into her moist mouth. She wrapped her full lips tightly around his girth and bobbed her head up and down in a slow rhythm. She heard Billy moan as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and twirled it around the tip already beginning to taste him. His hand tightened in her hair and before she knew it he was thrusting his hips pushing his hard manhood further and further into the back of her throat.
Missy found herself moaning as well. She was turned on and amazed how hot it was that he wanted it so bad. His pre-cum even tasted pretty good. She was used to men that tasted awful but she didn’t mind his sticky seed. She sucked harder and harder, moaning as he rammed his cock all the way into her throat. Each time he thrust she could feel his balls hitting her chin and she liked it. Liked how rough he was being. Gripping her hair, pushing himself into her. She began to think she should have done this sort of thing years ago.
Just as Missy was beginning to worry she might gag from his length she felt him tense as he rammed into her mouth one last time and spurted his load down her throat. She pulled away quickly just in time to let him watch himself dribble the last of his come on her face. He shuddered and smiled as she reached up and ran a finger through the mess on her cheek and then sucked it off while looking him straight in the eye. She was so horny she couldn’t help herself. She had never felt so empowered before.
“Fuck that was the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’ll take you to Memphis. You earned it.”
“Well. I was thinking. What about me?” Missy asked almost sheepishly. It felt strange to suddenly feel so shy.
“What? You mean?” he stammered. No longer as cocky as he had been a few minutes before.
“I’m awfully wet now.” Missy grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs so he could feel her slick heat.
He began to move his fingers against her clit through her panties as she leaned into him. “So what you’re saying is.”
Missy placed her fingers to his lips. “Shhh.”
Billy pulled the flimsy lace to the side and slipped two of his fingers into her cunt. She gasped and felt herself convulse around the intrusion. Without thinking she began to kiss him and before she knew it they were devouring each other as she humped his hand. She could feel his rough calluses against her clit as his fingers worked deep inside of her, driving her mad. She could hear herself grunting against his hand, breathing heavily into each kiss. All she wanted was him deeper and deeper inside of her but all of the sudden his hand was gone. She opened her eyes panting and breathless and confused.
“Just hold on sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear before kneeling in front of her. Within seconds he had her skirt bunched up over her hips and her panties pulled to the floor. She watched as he leaned forward and inhaled her scent.
“You smell good enough to eat.”
Missy felt her knees quiver and was just about to fall into a heap on the floor.
“Oh no you don’t. You better stay standing for this. Lean against the door and spread your legs.”
It was all she could do to follow direction. She was too far gone to even think about doing anything else. She needed to come.
She leaned against the door and he moved behind her spreading her legs a little further apart to get just the right angle.
She rested her head against the wood of the door and suddenly he was lapping her pussy like it was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted. He alternated pushing his tongue deep into her core and sucking her clit until she couldn’t think of anything but exploding. She was moaning loudly against the door as she ground herself into his face. Before she knew it he reached up and pulled her cheeks apart and began to tongue her asshole. No one had ever done it before and she couldn’t believe how incredible it felt.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh God, don’t stop.” she screamed.
“Bend over.”
Missy did exactly as she was told. “I need to come.” she panted.
“Don’t worry, it’s coming baby doll.”
Missy pushed her eyes closed unsure she was even capable of keeping them open any longer. Moments later she felt his huge cock sliding into her slick cunt.
“Stay bent over.” he ordered.
All Missy could manage was a moaned agreement. Her mind was gone.
No words could describe the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. She wasn’t even worried about condoms. All she wanted was his cock deeper inside of her. She reached back and grabbed his hands putting them on her shoulders.
“Hold me so you can fuck me harder.” she instructed.
Billy gripped her shoulders and began to pound her as hard as he could. She could feel him all the way in her, both of them moaning in unison.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” she breathed through clenched teeth as his cock slid in and out. He was grunting as he rammed himself harder and harder into her. She felt her pussy lips spreading around him, coating him in her juices. She could swear he felt even bigger than he had looked when she was sucking him off.
“You’re so tight. I’m going to explode. You ready to come baby?”
“Yes, oh God ye
s!”
He pumped into her five more long hard strokes and then gripped her waist holding her in place as he let the hot jet of his come deep inside her. She screamed as she came with him. Her pussy clutching around his still hard cock. He pumped a couple more times getting every last bit out and then collapsed against her. They remained hunched over, sweating, and panting, for the next few minutes while they caught their breath.
Missy wiggled her ass against him and felt his cock slide out. She stood and turned to face him as he pulled up his pants.
“Damn straight I’ll take you to Memphis.” He wiped his brow and smiled.
RIDE
Part Two
Day 1: The Next Morning
“Is this right? How the hell am I supposed to get into this thing?” Missy asked perplexed. How the hell do they get into these giant trucks anyway she pondered to herself.
“Here let me help you out.” Billy offered, placing his large hand on her ass, gripping her right cheek as he pushed her up into the cab.
“Thank you for your assistance, sir.” Missy grinned and offered him a wink.
Billy walked around and climbed effortlessly into the driver’s seat.
“Alright, you all set?” Billy asked. “By my calculations it looks like it should take us about three days to get from San Antonio to Memphis.”
“Wait. Three days? When I came down it only took two.”
“Well, yeah, about that. Last night I forgot to mention that I have to stop in Oklahoma City. That ok with you darlin’?” Billy asked flashing his brilliant white teeth and charming smile.
“Of course that’s fine.” Billy’s smile would have made anything fine. That and his incredible fuck skills. “What’s an extra day? I’m just glad to be getting a ride at all.”
The truck began to rumble beneath them as Billy started the engine. Missy felt so tall. She’d never been in one of these trucks before. They sit so high you feel like you can almost see clear across the Texas plains.
“Off we go.” Billy said as the truck began to roll forward. In a matter of minutes they were on the interstate and Missy was feeling like she was finally on the right path. She’d be back home in just a matter of days. Plus, it turned out her plan wasn’t so bad after all. Free ride, a good fuck, what more could a girl ask for? She was feeling pretty good right about now.
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