Trucker's Fate
Roads. The journey. There's something alluring, something captivating in these words.
On the road, especially if you're not just a traveler but also a long-haul truck driver by trade, you encounter all sorts of people, situations, sometimes difficulties and hardships. But in all of it, you always try to find something beautiful, and there's a certain romance in all of this.
Among the general mass of people you meet on the way, there is a special caste. The so-called "night butterflies." These are young girls and women who, for a certain fee, are ready to brighten the gray days of road-weary drivers, not only lifting their spirits but also warming them with their
hot bodies.In the past, starting as far back as the 70s, you could meet so-called "shoulder riders" on the highways. These were female companions who traveled the roads of our vast planet together with a driver, practically replacing his wife on the road and far from home. They cooked, washed, in a word, took care of the driver, not forgetting, of course, to brighten the driver's sometimes sleepless nights. In return, they received a certain payment, sometimes gifts. There were even cases where families were formed this way. And there was something bright, something warm in these relationships. And people, in my opinion, were somehow kinder.
Nowadays, everything has changed drastically. The age of trade-market relations has arrived. None of the fairer sex would travel with a driver for weeks anymore; everything was reduced to hours, and the payment was, as they say, by the rate.
By the age of 45, I had managed to travel to all the countries of the former Soviet Union, having also visited a couple of European ones.
Getting my driver's license for the first time, I immediately jumped into a heavy truck. And life carried me along winding roads, lifting me up on ascents, then sharply dropping me down on steep descents.
I got married young, but the marriage lasted only a year. Not every woman is ready to wait for you for months between trips, during which you arrive in a terrible hangover.
Children, unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I hadn't managed to have by that time either.
And so my long-haul life "flowed" on. By the age of 45, I was a stocky, large-framed man. Big, calloused, rough hands immediately gave me away as a heavy truck driver.
Constantly taking long-distance trips, I earned decently. Though, there wasn't really anywhere special to spend it. No one was waiting at home, and there wasn't really a home, so to speak. My home was the cab of my truck.
Passing through various countries and cities, I often stopped at various parking lots and campgrounds for the night. I had my favorite and regular spots too.
At nightfall, these parking lots would start to "fill up" with them, the priestesses of love. And at dawn, they would all disappear somewhere. The drivers would joke, saying:
— Oh, look! The evil spirits have awakened again... Laughing loudly.
But then each would choose one of these "witches" to their taste and indulge in love with her, either in a hotel room or simply in their cab.
I also had, so to speak, a "regular" lady, my heart's desire. Her name was Marina. A young woman, about 38 years old. Mother of three children, whom she had from completely different men, eventually leaving them in the care of her mother, while she herself took to the highway to feed her family. Although she was frivolous and foolish, I felt sorry for her in a human way. I tried to help her somehow, sometimes with money, sometimes with food.
Appearance-wise, there was nothing particularly special about her. An ordinary, unremarkable figure. Slightly sagging, size-three breasts, with large, peg-like nipples and a large dark-brown areola around them. A slightly protruding belly covered in fine cellulite (probably the result of giving birth to three children and a certain lifestyle). Besides this, Marina possessed simply a huge, magnificent ass; slapping it with your palm, it seemed like it would keep shaking for another week. Blonde-dyed bob-cut hair, short stature, which allowed you to "twist" her in different positions right in the cab of my truck.
And so it happened this time. Parking my truck at the lot, I went to the store. Taking Marina's favorite red wine, chocolates, fruit, and some other snacks, I began to wait for evening.
Right on schedule, at 7:00 PM, I saw a familiar silhouette. Marina was walking towards my truck, already quite tipsy.
— Hi, bunny! Taking a cigarette out of her mouth, Marina said in a playful, cat-like voice.
— Hi! Hi! I see you're already in a merry mood? I said with a laugh.
— I'm in perfect order! Shall we have a tumble? I missed you so much.
Letting her go ahead and pushing her by the buttocks, which peeked out from under her short skirt, I helped her climb into the cab. Drawing all the curtains and, surprisingly to myself, without further ado, I bent Marina over doggy-style. Pulling up her skirt, I tore her nylon tights with a sharp movement and moved aside the elastic of her thong.
— Hey-hey! Easy there, cowboy! You owe me new tights. And don't forget to put the elastic back on! Slightly out of breath, Marina said in a drunken voice.
— Of course, I'll put it back. Look how fertile you are, you'll give me a fourth one yet. I said with a laugh and a slap on her ass.
Putting on a condom and placing the head of my cock against Marina's juice-exuding vagina, I drove my cock into her almost its full length with a sharp thrust. Marina jerked and instinctively leaned forward, screaming. But I wasn't about to let her out of my embrace, firmly squeezing the buns of her ass. By the feel, you could tell that Marina's "pussy," so to speak, had already seen life. It was, to put it mildly, well "developed." But relative to the large size of my cock—and it truly was huge (genes played a role)—it was enough to tightly fill all the insides of Marina's vagina. Fucking the girl hard and with pressure in that position for about 7 minutes, I turned her over and laid her on her back. Spreading her slightly plump legs wide apart, I entered her again. With sweeping movements of my hips, I continued to move my cock inside her, while kneading and kissing her breasts, with nipples even more swollen from arousal. Marina, breathing heavily and moaning loudly, kissed my neck, chest, while stroking my back with her hands. She tried to move her hips to meet my thrusts, but because she was under the influence, she wasn't quite succeeding. After about ten minutes, getting off Marina, I lay on my back. Marina, as if by practiced movements, climbed on top of me, taking my cock in her hand and inserting it into herself. I liked such initiatives from her; it excited me even more.
Having "mounted" me nicely, Marina began to ride my cock vigorously. Her breasts slapped against my face and stomach. Marina, moaning, kneaded them and fiddled with her nipples. I held her by the butt with one hand, and with the other I brazenly "wandered" over her body. With the hand that held her by the butt, I sometimes felt for her anal hole with my finger. Marina, without stopping her bouncing on me, would remove my hand, thereby making it clear she wasn't ready for anal sex.
After bouncing on me for about 10 minutes, she started sweating terribly; apparently, the alcohol was beginning to leave Marina's body. Within minutes, the air in the cab filled with the frank smell of booze and sex. After about two minutes, I started to cum. I came abundantly, pressing Marina tightly against me and holding her by the neck.
We opened the windows and turned on the air conditioner to cool the fresh air coming in from outside. After lounging for half an hour, we started having dinner. By this time, the alcohol had almost evaporated from Marina's body. Her cheeks turned rosy, her appetite awakened.
After dinner, over cigarettes and glasses of wine, we talked, telling each other what had happened to us during the time we hadn't seen each other.
After a certain time, having drunk some wine and, so to speak, stirred up the "old yeast," Marina again began to show signs of her sexual attention towards me.
— Let me at least give you a blowjob? Marina said with a playful smile. Otherwise, I wouldn't have managed the first time.
We laughed loudly.
Outside was pitch darkness. Colleague drivers had long been asleep. I was sitting on the steps of the truck cab, and Marina was sitting opposite me on a folding chair. Approaching me, she firmly grabbed my cock with her hand, feeling it through the fly of my jeans.
— Come on, take out your stallion.
— Do it yourself! You're better at it.
With a smile, Marina knelt down, placing a blanket under her knees, unzipped the fly of my pants, and pulled out my flaccid but already swelling cock with her hand.
I'll say right away, her blowjob was simply amazing. No one had ever done it to me like that before.
Kissing the head of my cock with her plump lips and running her tongue along the entire "shaft," she brought it to full combat readiness. Trying to gradually stuff it into her mouth, she carefully and slowly moved her head, trying not to scratch it with her teeth. Having thoroughly moistened and lubricated it with her saliva, she began to greedily suck it, increasing the pace of her movements.
I sat on the truck step, smoking a cigarette. The fresh, cool air blew right in my face, and down below, between my legs, an attractive young woman was giving me a blowjob. What could be better at that moment?
While Marina was working her mouth on my cock, I kneaded her breasts, stroked the hair on her head, pressing her harder and harder against my cock. The thought of her ass wouldn't leave my mind. Realizing she wouldn't agree to it herself, I moved the girl's head away from my cock and suggested we climb into the cab to continue.
When we climbed into the cab, I laid her down and bent her over doggy-style again. My cock, wet and moistened with Marina's saliva, glistened in the light of the small cab nightlight. Placing the head of my cock against her anal hole, Marina froze for a moment:
— Roma, don't even think about it!
But with one sharp thrust from me, the head of my cock plunged into a place previously unknown to me.
Marina started screaming and sometimes outright yelling. Pushing her face into the pillow and twisting her hands behind her back, I increased my pressure. The virgin sphincter of her anus did not want to yield to the onslaught of my cock.
Remembering I had Vaseline, I smeared it on my fingers so the skin wouldn't crack, reached for the shelf, and found the coveted tube.
Pulling the head out of Marina's butt, she sighed with relief, while continuing to shout curses and outright obscenities at me. But it didn't affect me anymore. I was obsessed with this one thought. Alcohol and strong arousal were playing their role.
Generously lubricating my cock with Vaseline and running a finger over Marina's anus, I continued to hold her hands twisted behind her back with my other hand.
Again placing the head of my now well-lubricated cock against her hole, I began trying to penetrate her "depths" again. This time, everything went like clockwork. The cock began to go deeper and deeper until it entered her completely. I tried to move slower so as not to cause Marina too much pain. I would pull out of her completely, then slowly and carefully enter her fully again, admiring the contracting movements of her anus.
After about 5 minutes, I was already pounding Marina's ass completely. By that time, she had stopped cursing and was moaning loudly and hysterically, biting the pillow. Releasing her hands, she leaned on them on the mattress and, to my surprise, sticking her butt out, began to move her whole body to meet my thrusts.
Fucking her, I frankly slapped her buttocks with my hands, making them red with clear marks from my palms.
Compared to her pussy, her ass was so tight and hot inside that it squeezed my cock powerfully, delivering incredible pleasure.
From the whole scene and sensations, after a couple of strong thrusts, I began to cum abundantly. Marina was thrashing in the ecstasy of orgasm. Feeling her already soaking wet pussy with my hand, I fiddled with it with my rough finger, massaging her clitoris.
We collapsed onto the bunk in the cab and tried to catch our breath.
— Parasite! That was the first and last time. Now my whole ass is on fire. Marina said with a smile and anger.
Semen was flowing out in clots from her half-open anal hole, which was rhythmically pulsating.
— You devil! You liked it yourself! I said, kissing her breast and stroking her thighs.
We fell asleep just like that. Waking up in the morning, I didn't find my nighttime companion.
There was a text on my phone:
— It was a great night! Sorry, had to run, lots to do. My ass still hurts. ))) And it's all because of you, parasite. Okay, talk soon. Kisses. Kisses. If you're here again, call.
Followed by a bunch of kiss and heart emojis.
Putting myself and the cab in order, I moved on to travel the endless roads of our planet.
But this is not the end of my story with Marina, nor with the long-haul life full of various adventures in general!