Day Pt. II
by Bob Peale ©
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"Dan Simmons from Loval Moving Company, ma'am."
the talk button and pressed the button to let them up. By the time the
knock on the door came, she was ready to let them have it with both barrels.
Had she not
been so mad, she probably would have been terrified of the man in her
doorway. He was a easily 6'5", with a clean shaven head and a dark
goatee. His jaw was square and rugged looking, his cheekbones high, and
his skin the color of dark chocolate, appearing black against the stark
white of the hallway walls. He wore a thin cotton t-shirt stretched tight
over a well muscled body that clearly benefited from manual labor, and
the khaki walking shorts that stopped mid thigh seemed too small (but
then again, almost anything would). His waist looked too narrow to support
the rippled terrain of his abdomen and his broad, bull-like chest, although
the twin tree trunks he called legs
"Ms. Caton, I'm sorry we're late. We had the wrong address," he explained when he finally had an opening. "The reservation was written with Fairfax Drive as the street name, instead of Fairfax Road. We ended up across town, and got stuck in rush hour traffic trying to get back."
"Well, shithead," she snarled, "It's not MY fault that one of YOUR idiots got it wrong, is it? Do I have to pay extra for this kind of service, or is it part of the package?" she added sarcastically.
tell when he was on the losing end of an argument, so he opted to just
get on with the task at hand rather than wasting any more time on this
abuse. Apologizing again, he stepped past her into the condo followed
by two more men, both white and not quite as large, but still equally
impressive. Each one was about 6" tall with close cropped
"Look, we're running behind," she snapped. "Could you guys linger a little less and get the truck loaded so we can get out of here?" She had to let these gorillas know who was boss!
Andrea had a lot of stuff, and it took several hours to get the condo emptied and the truck loaded. By the time everything was packed and secured, it was pretty late in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Dan went upstairs to discuss their options with Andrea. It was a 16 - 24 hour drive to Louisville, traffic permitting, and it was already 3:00. If they left now, stopped tonight at a motel, drove 10 hours the next day and checked into a motel again that night, they would probably arrive at there destination sometime in the afternoon on Tuesday. The alternative would be to leave early tomorrow morning, drive for 10 hours, stay in a motel, and arrive in Louisville sometime during the evening on Wednesday. The first scenario required her to pay for an additional night in a motel, but got her there the soonest.
Andrea could care less about the additional cost; she would have paid
an extra $5,000 if it would get her out of this city quicker. Besides,
she wasn't even paying for the move; her father was. But she wasn't going
to let them off that easy. She was still steamed about them being late,
and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to break
guys are so fucking incompetent!" she railed. "You mean to tell
me that, not only were you late, but now it's going to cost me more money
just so you can meet the timeline I was quoted? Shit, the only reason
we're even having this discussion is because you were too fucking stupid
to find me in the first place." Dan started to interrupt, but a
Downstairs, Dan got the last laugh.
"One more thing, Ms. Caton. You'll have to ride up in the truck with Tim and me," he said, gesturing toward the football player. "We had to use the passenger seat in the van for some of your more 'delicate' things, so there's only enough room in there for Billy."
Glowering, she watched Dan climb in on the driver's side while Tim held the door propped open for her. The cab of the truck was built to hold three normal sized men, but there was no way she and the two behemoths next to her were going to fit comfortably. To make matters worse, every chance Dan got, he hit a pothole or drove over uneven pavement.
was an older model, with a manual transmission that required an exaggerated
action to shift. It seemed Dan needed to shift a lot, which caused him
to brush Andrea's thigh and occasionally run his elbow across her chest.
At first she was certain that it was
And it was
unbearably hot. According to Dan, the air hadn't worked in years, so by
the time they crossed out of Virginia 4 hours later, their clothes stuck
wetly against their bodies. She wanted to be disgusted by the thick smell
of sweat that hung in the air, but she actually found it arousing. Coupled
with the casual brushings, her pussy was so wet she was afraid they could
hear her squish when she moved. She closed her eyes and rested her head,
trying to appear nonchalant as her mind wandered over what it might be
like to be fucked by these two men by the side of the road. When she opened
her eyes she could see, even in the waning light, that her crotch was
soaked, but neither man seemed to notice.
"Four rooms please," Dan said to the woman behind the counter inside.
"Um, he means two rooms," Andrea interrupted. "One with a king, and one with two singles and a cot," she finished, pulling out her wallet.
to her. "Oh, come on Ms. Caton! How are we going to fit in one room?"
The woman handed Andrea two keys, explaining which one went to which room. Andrea tossed the movers their key and bolted for her room, the need to cum replacing all other conscious thought.
She was out of her clothes before she was even to the room, and had her vibrator at the ready before the door was shut. Spread-eagled on the bed, she searched for something on TV to help her on her way. In this day and age, even the most podunk hotels had cable, and one that catered to truckers had more than its share of "adult" channels.
Working the remote with one hand, she turned the vibrator on with the other and slid it in and out of her pussy until she was nice and wet. Pushing it in as far as it would go, she crossed her legs at the ankles to hold it tight. Tossing the remote aside, she closed her eyes and continued to fantasize about fucking Dan and Tim. She played with her nipples while the vibrator hummed along, and after 20 minutes she came so hard that she fell off the bed.
to relax, she decided to call the movers and apologize for being so rude
to them. She tried calling their room for 20 minutes, but no one picked
up, so she pulled on her shorts and shirt and went over to knock on their
"...is a total bitch, man! I can't believe that cunt; you'd think we were dirt or something," Billy complained.
I know. But I don't care, I'd fuck her in a minute," Tim said. "The
whole ride here, I was rubbing up against her, and I think she was digging
Tim was laying
on the bed closest to the window, with his back toward her, a towel wrapped
around his waist and his hair still wet from a recent shower. At the foot
of the bed, Billy sat on a cot in just his t-shirt, as if he had been
interrupted in the middle of getting undressed. Dan was not visible anywhere.
He rolled over on his back and let the towel fall away, revealing a decent sized cock surrounded by curly blonde pubic hair. He reached down and began stroking it, coaxing it to its full length. It was longer than her dildo, but not quite as long as her vibrator (which she had measured as 8 inches), and it was nice and thick, like the base of a flashlight. Andrea licked her lips as she watched him fondle it.
"I could just imagine eating that pussy, feeling her squirm on my face. I bet she's a hot little fuck. I'd love to tease her crack, make her beg me to fuck her."
"Aw shit man," Billy groaned, and started to stroke his cock too. "What about those tits?"
Billy's cock was longer then Tim's, but not nearly as thick. It looked more like her dildo, which was fine with Andrea. She reached under her shirt and teased her nipples hard while she continued to spy on the two men.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," moaned Tim. "Yeah, she's got great tits. Do you think they're real? I mean she's so little; how'd she get such big tits? I'm telling you Bill, if we'd driven much longer, I may have had to try to slip my finger up her pussy and finger fuck her."
"Oh jeez, what the hell's gotten into you two?" Dan asked from the bathroom doorway.
He had a towel draped around his neck, but was otherwise totally nude. His cock hung thickly between his legs, still soft and easily as long and thick as her vibrator. It was darker than the rest of his body, almost the color of his pubic hair, and his cockhead dangled, swollen, at the end of his shaft. Andrea squeezed her nipples a little harder as she imagined what it would look like stiff.
Except for his crotch and his goatee, his body was smooth, every muscle starkly defined, as if chiseled from stone.
"Tim was talking about how hot Andrea Caton is, and got me started."
Dan's cock twitched at the mention of Andrea's name.
"Did he tell you about the ride here? It's a wonder I didn't rip my shorts. All I could smell was pussy." His cock hardened. "Maybe if she got a good fuck, she wouldn't be so so damn evil," he said, dropping onto his bed. By the time it was fully erect, it stood out 8.5", and was 5" around.
kill her with that thing, Dan." Billy said gesturing toward Dan's
"Fuck you, she'd feel me," Tim grunted, really starting to work his own cock. "I'd fucking love to spread her, make her get me nice and slippery with her mouth, then let her ride me while I chewed on those nipples!"
Andrea's pussy was boiling again. Without bothering to look around, she dropped her shorts so she could get at it, sliding her middle finger in as soon as they were off and rubbing her thumb vigorously over her rock hard clit.
Looking back in the window, she saw that Billy was now as naked as the other two men, his back against the wall, rubbing his nipples and caressing his pecs while he jerked furiously. Tim was still on his back under the window with his eyes closed, spitting in his hands for lubrication. He took long slow strokes with one hand while he played with his balls with the other, his hips rising to meet meet his hand. Andrea bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, her orgasm getting close. Watching these guys jerk off while they talked about her was the hottest thing she'd done in her short sexual career.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as each of the men came closer to cumming.
"Oh fuck!" Billy groaned, shooting a thick milky arc into the air that landed on the floor between the two beds. It was followed by three less powerful jets before he slouched against the wall, spent. It set off a chain reaction, with Dan climaxing next. Taking one last stroke he released his magnificent cock, letting the cum spill out of his piss slit and dribble the length of his shaft, pooling on the bed around his balls as his cock continued to twitch. Bringing up the rear, Tim started to buck wildly, his cum shooting wildly, spraying his chest, his face, and the wall behind him as he pulled hard on his cock, trying to force more cum out.
to the ground, ramming two fingers into her pussy as hard and as fast
as she could while squeezing her clit between the thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly she clamped legs shut, trapping her hand, as her orgasm came
roaring over her, and she thrashed about on the grass under the window,
biting her tongue to keep from screaming.
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