                         Disclaimer

What follows is a work of fiction based somewhat but not
entirely on really life events.  The major characters have
been changed beyond all recognition by even their own
parents.  Many other things have been completely made up by
the fevered mind of the writer.  It is a sex story meaning
that it includes descriptions of sex acts and so you should
most likely not be reading it, especially if doing so will
result in prison, spankings, restrictions of privileges, or
excessive numbers of "Hail Marys."  Special thanks go to
Pat for her friendship and encouragement.

  In no way does the posting of this work on the Usenet
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of fan mail will not be deleted, but instead, will be read,
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Original Post Date 27 Aug 2002

                    Pat and the Trucker
                          by
                    Kenny N Gamera

It is the Tuesday after Pat's trip south with John.  Her
husband, David, had known about it, of course, but he
hadn't heard any of the details of what had happened.
Especially, he hadn't heard about the trip itself.  It had
been a fun trip for the both of her and John, but it wasn't
something that she felt comfortable sharing with friends
and family.  If it had been, there would have been no
reason to take the trip.

Even this day after the day after the return, she smiles
at the thoughts of her weekend of passion with John and who
ever he had picked to have her tease.  She finds it hard to
concentrate on the day's paper work and invoices, but she
somehow does with only the passing thought to her
adventures.


Outside the building and behind it at the loading docks
a driver making a delivery of material to the factory steps
away from his truck for a smoke.  The area around the
loading dock is like that at almost all industrial
buildings, barren and too dull to look at for long periods
of time.  He decides to go around towards the front of the
building where he might catch a glimpse of a secretary
leaving or returning on some errand.  Even if he doesn't,
he decides that it is better than staring at the side of
yet another smelly dumpster.

He steps around the corner of the building and notices a
car in the lot.  He recognizes it.  It is distinctive,
small and red, a cute, foreign sports car.

He had been on the highway this weekend and heard about
the redheaded slut and the flame red sports car.  He hadn't
believed the heads-up he had received on his cb, until it
had passed him, slowly, giving him a good look at her tits.
He had enjoyed that show, but unlike others he was greedy
and wanted more.

He walks over to the car and stepped around to the back.
Granted, little, red sports cars were not like Cavilers,
scattered endlessly along the roads of America, but there
could be more than one.  He wants to be sure.  He looks at
the license plate and sees the same vanity registration
that had burned itself in his memory several days before.

He drops his cigarette on the ground and puts it out with
a step of his toe.  He grinds it into the black top of the
parking lot next to her car as his mind begins to put
together a plan.  It is a quick one, and he needs a little
more information before he can do anything.

He walks back to the loading dock where they are almost
finished off loading the material for the plant floor.
They are close enough to being finished that one or two
workers are able to take time to just stand against the
dollies they have been using.  The driver walks over to a
group of them, sharing a smoke for a moment before
returning to the task of unloading.  He removes a cigarette
from the pack in his shirt pocket.

"Can I get a light, guys," he asks in a friendly voice.

"Sure," answers one of them, a big and friendly looking
Latino, as he pulls a cheap disposable lighter from his
pants.  "We're almost done here.  She'll be back on the
road in no time,"

"Good."  He takes a puff as he lights his cigarette.
"I'm getting bored just walking around."

"Si, but if you want," he is all smiles, "you can help
us."

They all laugh as a group.

"Anyway, I was over in the parking lot just now and I saw
this sports car.  Any idea who it belongs to?"

"Si, that is the owner's wife's car."

"Oh," the trucker's heart sank.  "He drives it in."

"Oh, no.  She works here.  She does the purchasing."

"Oh, must be nice to be able to get something like that."

"I'm sure it is."  The worker looks up and sees the
foreman looking at him.  He drops the cigarette to the
ground.  "Well, we need to get to work so you can get out
of here."

"No sweat," the trucker says with a deep and genuine
smile.  "Take your time."


Pat is sitting in her office on the computer with
someone who may be a potential lover.  She hasn't decided
yet but the pictures he has sent her are tempting, especially
that close up of his erect cock.  He is a small person, but
the fact that his thumb and finger just meet around the
shaft tells she that he may be enjoyable to be with as
something greater than a simple friend.  She loads one of
the pictures he sent to look at as she exchanges chitchat
across the IRC.

There is a knock at the door, and she excuses herself for
a moment.  She looks up at the opening and sees her plant
manager.  He wears a concerned look on his face.

"Pat, the driver with that shipment of widgets needs a
word with you.  There may be a problem with the invoice."

"Do you know what the trouble is?"

"Nope.  He just says he needs to talk to you about it."

"Okay, send him in."

The driver steps in and the plant manager steps out,
explaining that he needs to get back to the floor.  After
he has exited the room, the driver turns and shuts the
door.  He is large, his belly threatening to pop the
buttons of his soiled work shirt.  He is also powerfully
built beneath the padding he carries.  She starts to
tremble slightly and hope that it doesn't show.

His eyes study her silently as she waits for him to state
his business.  He just stands there, however, with a smile
across the coarse features of his stubbly face.  She wishes
to herself that he would just come out and get this over
with so she can return to her work and the lover on her
computer.  This man and his demeanor frighten her.

Finally, she asks "can I help you?" in a soft voice.


The driver's smile grows into what could be safely called
a smirk.  The red-haired bitch swallows as he looks away
from her face to her chest.  He doesn't try to hide his
interest in it.  He watches each thrust in and out with each
nervous breath she takes.

Just watching her like this begins to turn him on.  He
didn't get much of a show really this last weekend.
Mostly, he saw her tits as she was driven in that red
sports car she had in the lot with both tops down.  The guy
driving the car had slowed enough as they had passed to
give him a good view of them as she waved and blew him a
kiss.

He had also noticed the other guy's upright pecker
exposed from his pants.  The woman's head disappeared after
they had finished the pass, sinking down to her partner's
lap.  The driver had thought about that for a while that
day.  At his next stop, he had to take care of himself as
he thought how nice it would be to have that mouth over his
dick.

He wonders to himself how long it will take him to get
her mouth around it today.  He prays that it won't be too
long.  He needs to get back on the road and they were
almost done off loading his trailer.



"They're nice even covered."

Pat sucks in a gasp of air.  Part of her wants to scream
at him, another part wants to run from the room.  She sits
paralyzed instead at the crudeness of his remark.  Her
heart begins to pound in her ears.

"But I liked your show this weekend much better."

"Oh my God."

She can feel the horror of his remark begin to paint
across her face.  His smirk grows wider consuming more of
his face.  He takes a step towards her, and she pulls
herself closer to her desk glad to have its bulk between
her and him.

"I liked your show very much, but it wasn't very...
satisfying."

As he speaks, he steps closer and closer to her desk.
Reaching it he stops and half sits on the top just to her
right.  He sees a picture and picks it up.

"This your family?"  It is a portrait taken
professionally just a few years ago.  Both of her sons and
their girlfriends sat with her and David for it.  "That
wasn't your husband you were with then was it.  Slut."

She winces at the word.  His smirk eats more of his face.
She begins to wonder if it hurts him.  He sits the picture
on her desk.  She follows his hand to where he sits it down
and leaves her gaze there.  He reaches over with his rough
hand, stained with worn in grime.  He turns her face to
his.

"Does he know about your boyfriend?"

She slowly nods her head.

"How about your family?  Those boys and those pretty
girls?"

She shakes her head.

"How about the boys out back.  Do they know what a slut
the boss lady is?"

She shakes her head.

"I'd think that they would like to know.  It would make a
nice addition to their benefit package."

He lets go of her chin and stands up from her desk.  He
turns to go to the door.  She looks at him, her mouth dry.
Suddenly, it dawns on her that he is leaving.

"Wait."  Her voice sounds like a croak and the word
cracks as it leaves her lips.  Nor is it very loud, but it
stops him.  He turns to look at her.

"You're not going to tell..."

"Yes, I am."  He starts again for the door.

"Please," she calls to him her voice stronger but still
weak.

He stops again.

"Please?"

"Please," she start to speak again, "don't say anything."

"Why?"

"Please."

"Why shouldn't I?  You seem to get off on being a slut
and flashing yourself.  You can't hide it on the road.  Why
should you hide it here?"

"I'd die if..." her voice trails off.

"Why shouldn't I tell?  What's in it for me if I don't?"

She looks down to the floor and starts to tremble as he
turns and walks behind her chair.  He lowers his hands.
Reaching over her shoulders, he starts to roughly maul her
breasts through her shirt.  She closes her eyes as he does
so.

"What can you give me in return?  The truck driver's life
is very lonely.  I have certain needs that never get taken
care of."

His hands leave her breasts. She closes her eyes and
swallows.  He spins her chair around to face him.  She
opens her eyes to see that he has taken his cock out.  It
is pointing at her face through the undone fly of his
stained work pants. She had thought that the member of her
new friend is huge, but it's merely average compared to
what this guy has aimed at her.

He looks at her with a smile that finally has grown no
bigger.  She, without another word, takes the monster penis
that he has presented into her hands.  Together, they are
not enough to go around it.  She starts to stroke it slowly
as she looks for the courage to bring it toward her mouth,
knowing that is what he wants from her.

He doesn't have patience for that game.  He takes her
head into his hands, covering both of her ears with his
palms.  He pulls her face towards his body.  His cock
misses her mouth and slides along her cheek.

He hisses, "open up, slut.  You know you want it."

She complies nervously.  She had wondered what taking her
new lover would be like, but now she has this monster to
take care of.  The head enters into her mouth.  It takes up
so much room that her tongue is immobilized as he pushes
himself into her throat.  She gags around it and fight for
air until he pulls himself out till just the head is left
inside

Instead of pushing into her, he pulls her face forward
and throws her head back.  He begins to treat her face as
just a sex toy.  He uses it to jack himself off.

Her hands are free, and she can't help herself.  She
lowers her hands down to her sex reaching under her skirt.
As John had ordered her to do and as she had teased her new
lover, she has no underpants.  Nothing, thus, prevents two
fingers of one hand slide easily into her wet pussy.
Another finger and the thumb of the same hand begin to rub
her clit between each other.

He laughs.  "You're really getting into this, aren't you
slut?"

She mumbles a yes around the dick that is being pumped in
her mouth and throat.  He doesn't warn her when he starts
to come.  He just holds her head still as she feels it flex
and fill her mouth with his seed.  There is more than she
can handle.  It leaks from around his cock and dribbles
from her lips.  The trickle down her chin is enough to set
her off.  She resists the orgasm as best she can,
concentrating on the cock in her mouth.  She hope that she
doesn't bite into it and receive the punishment that it
would reap.



The driver takes himself from her mouth.  She swallows
the cum sitting on her tongue.  Holding his now softening
cock in front of her, he looks at her expectantly.
Understanding the order in his expression, the slut licks
the remaining cum from around his dick as it returns to its
normal state.  He orders her to lick her fingers clean as
he repacks his cock.

As he heads to the door, he says, "I'm not the only one
you teased on that highway.  I'm telling all my friends
about you, and I expect you to take care of them too.
You'll know when they ask about your car."

He leaves the door open as she tries to clean him from
her face.  As he walks down the hall back to the plant and
his waiting truck, he passes the plant manager, heading to
his boss's office.

"You get it taken care of?"

"Yep.  Your boss lady took care of it.  She did it pretty
good."

The trucker laughs and smiles that smirk that he had given
the redhead moments earlier.  As he went his way, he wonders
if she'll get the cum off her face before her manager turns
into her office.
