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  “What happened?” I asked.

  “It's the first time I'm driving this truck and I ran out of fuel. Both my gauges indicated a quarter tank, but apparently they are both empty. I'm pretty much fucked. This is my first job for the company and I mess it up,” he said.

  “Don't worry about it, love,” I said. “They need all the drivers they can get these days.”

  “I sure hope so,” he said. In the silence that followed I felt him looking at me. I kept my eyes on the road and let him admire me. “You look like you were going on a fancy date tonight. I hope I haven't kept you.”

  I laughed, “I had a date with the Vice-president of a company this evening.”

  “I guess he must have treated you real nice,” he said. The disappointment in his voice was plainly audible. The innocence of the big, blond farm boy was really getting to me.

  “It was a woman,” I grinned at him.

  “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know...” he let the sentence trail off. He shifted his legs and as transparent as he was, I could tell he was hiding his arousal. Now I needed to have him. I needed to puncture the great big bubble of innocence in which he was wrapped.

  “I don't think I will ever see her again,” I said. I shifted my feet to give him a better view of my bare legs. When I shifted gear now, I 'accidentally' brushed his knee.

  “You really don't look like a trucker,” he said. I raised an eyebrow him and he tried to explain himself. “No, it's not a bad thing. What I mean is-”

  I put my finger on his lips.

  “Shush, you'll ruin the magic,” I whispered. I could feel his breathing quicken as my finger lingered on his lips.

  Was it so wrong to want him? To want to soil his innocence? I let my finger trail from his lips down his broad chest, over his hard stomach and came to rest between his legs where he rose up to meet me.

  I looked for a place to park. He didn't need more encouragement. He reached his hand into my skirt and his fingers traveled along my inner thigh. They explored tenderly and retreated in surprise when he found I was not wearing any panties.

  “Is there a problem?” I asked him.

  “You are one sexy lady,” he growled pulling me closer.

  Fuck it. There was no one on the road anyways. I stopped the truck in the middle of the road and straddled him. Every part of him was hard against me. Grasped his thick hair in my hands and pulled back his head as I kissed him. It was a violent kiss. My lips pressed tight against his, I felt his stubble scratch at my face almost as if it was sandpaper. It felt good. I reached down to unbuckle his belt and found something on it. It was a hunting knife like the one I had.

  “And what do you have this for Joel?” I asked, holding up the glistening blade.

  “I always carry that around, ma'am,” he stammered.

  “Is it sharp?” I touched the blade with my finger. It was.

  “Yes, definitely,” he confirmed. I straddled his muscular body and caressed him with the tip of the knife.

  “You know, I'm pretty handy with one of these,” I said. “You want to see what I can do?”

  “As long as it doesn't involve death and dismemberment,” he grinned.

  “Oh, Joel. What do you take me for?” I said in my best imitation of a Southern accent.

  He laughed beneath me and I felt his harness underneath me. With a quick swipe I sliced open his sweater to reveal his tanned chest. I tossed the knife away and began to unbuckle his belt. Finally free, I guided him in me and let my full weight rest on him. He groaned as I felt him fill me up. He wrapped his strong hands around me and moved me up and down as I bucked to get more of him inside me. I dug my nails into his bare shoulders and enjoyed how solid they were and how they tensed and bulged with each thrust.

  Each time I pulled him deeper inside me. He was a hammer that sent vibrations of pleasure through me each time he slammed into me. I pushed his hands away, knowing that he could easily overpower me. He pulled at my little black dress frantically and it finally ripped open, exposing my breasts, which he took into his mouth hungrily. I wanted to spoil him, make those innocent green eyes of his jaded to other women.

  I turned around and knelt on the seat, he ran his hands over my curves, my back and down my arms. His own body now arched over mine, his breath moist and warm on the back of my neck. His fingers sunk into the flesh around my waist as he pulled me towards him. I could feel him searching to come inside me, slipping along the inside of my thigh. I grabbed him and held him back. He tensed and pulsed as if he wanted to escape. I moved him up away from my pussy and felt his moisture between my cheeks. I don’t know why I wanted to give him something I’d never given anyone else, but I guided the mushroom head of his cock up against the virgin opening of my ass. I felt him hesitate. His hands, strong and powerful before, loosened their grip.

  “Don't be afraid, love,” I assured him. I rubbed him against me, feeling the heat of his wetness. I pushed against him, trying to get him in a little deeper each time. His hands brushed along my back in time with my rhythm. He was tentative and tender.

  “I don't want to hurt you,” he said.

  “That's cute,” I said and I slammed backwards to thrust him deep inside me. It was satisfying to hear him gasp in satisfied surprise.

  He felt far too big and I gasped, afraid I had made a mistake, but it was no mistake. Overwhelming all my senses, a fire spread through my veins and racked my body, shaking it violently. I squeezed and tensed and spasmed and I felt him expand inside me. Each of his pulsations sent new waves of shivers through me, until he withdrew. The change was so drastic; I could not contain another gasp. He leaned back and let out a sigh.

  A dull prolonged honk sounded.

  “What the hell?” I mumbled, aftershocks still running through my body.

  “There is someone behind us,” he said looking in the rear view mirror.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cursed and hurried to get Esmeralda started. I tried to put my dress back on, but it was torn beyond repair.

  “How long do you think they were waiting?” he said holding back a grin.

  “I don't know,” I said and we burst out laughing. I could just see the grumpy face of the driver stuck behind us while we were lost in a moment of passion. Some drivers just don't embrace the pleasures of the road. We stared at each other’s torn clothes and our laughter escalated.

  “Can you hand me a cigarette?” I asked. “They're in the glove compartment.”

  “Ummm, what are these?” he asked, holding up my panties.

  “Why thank you,” I said and wiggled myself into them while driving, which I must say is harder than it sounds.

  He handed me my cigarettes. I lit one up and opened the window. The air was cold, but I needed cooling down. The wind blew through my hair and over my bare breasts. I felt my nipples harden and enjoyed the feeling of icy air rushing over my hot body. Joel was watching me, of course. Those green eyes, did not want to miss a second. His desire, quietly burning behind those green eyes, tempted me, but I needed to reach my destination and drop of my merchandise. He needed to call his company and arrange for someone to come pick him up.

  “There's nothing like the sound of that engine humming beneath you is there?” he asked.

  “Nope, not much can compete with Esmeralda,” I agreed.

  “At least she's honest about how much fuel she has left,” he grinned. I took my eyes off the road for a brief second to examine him. His chest was still bare, the tattered remains of his sweater hanging to his sides. His chest glistened in the light of the passing lamp posts.

  “I think we should walk into the next gas station together, with these clothes on. Just to give the people something to think about,” I said.

  “I know what they will be thinking! I don't want to get arrested!” he laughed, but I sensed he was a little nervous.

  “Don't worry,” I assured him. My hand moved towards his before I knew it had. He gripped it in his own. Strong fingers did their best to remain gentle.


  It was not what I expected. I merely wanted to touch him. It was not every night I had such a sculpted body, exposed and within my reach. The way he held my hand scared me, but at the same time I did not want him to let me go. He pulled my hand towards his lips and kissed it. It was a kiss so light, I wasn't sure if it had been the wind or his lips. I felt my heartbeat quicken and I began to sweat, despite the cold air blowing through the cab.

  I jerk my hand away.

  “What's the matter?” he asked.

  “What?” I said. I shifted gears to show him, that I meant nothing by taking my hand back. I knew better, I just hoped that his own innocence would blind him.

  “You just pulled away so,” he struggled a moment for words. “… suddenly. Like you just remembered something.”

  “I remembered I was going to be late with my delivery,” I explained. “You know how it is.”

  He nodded and turned to let the wind blow through his hair.

  “This is what you do it for,” he said. He stretched on his seat like a satisfied lion after a meal, his mane waving in the wind.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “You know what I mean,” he smiled a lazy smile. “I can see it in the way you stare ahead. You look at the road with more longing than I have ever seen anyone look at it.”

  I laughed. The boy had more insight than I gave him credit for.

  “See,” he said. “I knew it! Trust me, I understand. I'm the same.”

  “I wouldn't be so sure, Joel,” I shook my head.

  “I might be a worse driver. Although, I stand by the defects of the truck on this one. I love the freedom. Basically, what I'm trying to say is I don't want to take that away from you,” he said.

  “It was just sex, Joel. Relax.”

  We sat in silence and reached the first gas station. Its neon lights a beacon in the near pitch black of the surroundings.

  “I guess this is where I get off,” said Joel. “I don't know how to thank you enough.”

  “I think you've done plenty to thank me already,” I replied mischievously. I leaned in to give him the final kiss, but he darted out of the way. He wrapped his thick arms, around me and squeezed me briefly before hopping out of the cab.

  I sat in stunned silence as I watched him walk to the gas station door. He walked with a distinct swagger; it was as if he moved to a beat in his head. He left me without my final kiss. I opened the door and slid out to hurry after him. The torn remains of my dress did little to shelter my body from the cold air. He was almost at the door when I reached him. I dug my nails into his arm and he twisted around to meet me. I gave him no time to object, no time to talk. I jumped on him and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my lips hard against his. My exposed skin was heated by his proximity. His tongue wrapped around mine, as he accepted the final dance.

  His hands brushed along my bare legs. I relished the heat of his fingers over my silky skin. He carried me wrapped around his waist and pressed me against the window panes of the gas station. I felt the chill of the glass as the bare skin of my back stuck against it. Our hearts slammed against our chests, one reaching for the other. His chilly fingers moved my silky panties aside and he was inside me again. Hot and familiar, I wrapped my legs around him. My breath came out in steamy bursts in the cold air in tune with the rhythm of his hips. I felt him melt into me, knowing it was the last time I held him in tight. My legs, my arms, my entire body pulled him towards me. The last time. I don't remember how long we were locked in this embrace, but I only released him when the shivers of the cold registered. I unwrapped my legs from around him and he placed me gently on my feet.

  He turned my around and with a smile indicated where my shoulder blades had made a heart-shaped print on the foggy window. The winter was far away in the warmth of his arms; his bare chest against the skin of my back was scorching.

  He reached in to kiss me once more, I turned my head away.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  “That was our last kiss, love,” I explained as I stepped out of the warm shelter of his arms. “It's time for me to get back on the road.”

  Standing in the remains of my tattered dress in the gas station, suddenly made me feel vulnerable.

  “I just need to change,” I said. “Can't show up to deliver my load like this.”

  “Nope, probably not,” he said with a small laugh. “Again, I can't thank you enough for your help. I guess I'll go phone them up now.”

  He turned and entered the fogged glass confines of the gas station's store. I stared at him through the heart-shaped imprint of my back and then headed back to Esmeralda. I grabbed my suitcase and went to the restroom to change and clean up.

  There was a bouquet of flowers with a note waiting for me on the seat. I couldn't control the grin on my face. I guess I hadn't quite corrupted his innocence. I started up Esmeralda and drove off. A few miles down the road I tossed the flowers out the window. Shaking my head at his foolishness, I lit another cigarette. I spotted the note then. I read it over.

  It gets lonely on the road. Call me sometime. Joel's number was on the back.

  I fired up my Zippo and held the note above it.

  “Sorry Joel, but I travel light,” I whispered, but I couldn't bring myself to burn his note. The glint of his knife caught my eye.

  I closed my Zippo and put the note into the glove compartment. It's not that I wanted to call him, but he would probably want his knife back.

  Rough Stranger Sex on My Wedding Night

  A Honeymoon Bondage First Anal Sex Short

  by Kitty Lee

  Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions

  I shivered with suppressed anticipation as I slipped out of my wedding dress, letting it slide to the floor in a flourish. I stood in the centre of the hotel room, staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how good I looked. I had buffed and bronzed my body, pampering and moisturising for my big day – and it had certainly paid off. I knew it was quite big headed of me, but I really did know that I looked amazing. My husband had certainly told me so throughout the entire day.

  But now that the day was over all I wanted to do was relax, so I had come up to the hotel suite to take a bath while my husband was out on a special errand. He was being so secretive about the whole thing that I didn’t want to ask – I just knew that he was planning a special surprise for me, so I let him get on with it.

  I sighed a contented sigh and walked across the bedroom to the en suite bathroom. I opened the door and to my surprise the bath was already full, and had been adorned with lit candles and fresh flowers. I gasped in surprised, then smiled to myself. I knew my husband must be behind this! Whoever else could it be?

  I leaned forward and dipped my arm up to the elbow into the warm, inviting water. It smelt divine and I could tell that it had been laced with scented oils. I withdrew my arm and rubbed my hands together, feeling the slick oil between my fingers. I smiled again, and began to undress.

  I couldn’t wait to submerge myself in the silky smooth liquid, so I hurriedly unzipped my corset and slid out of my little white panties. I couldn’t help but notice how erect my nipples were, or how luscious my swollen breasts looked in the soft candle light.

  I tentatively stepped into the bath, sliding down into the warm, oily water with a sigh. It had been a long, stressful and yet magical day – but I was grateful to be able to finally relax and unwind in peace. Although I began to relax I couldn’t help but feel excited about what I knew was coming later. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, but after a while I somehow found myself exploring the contours of my own body, sliding my hands up and down my inner thighs, slowly.

  I was getting restless. I was getting horny. I knew that I should wait for my husband, but it was just too tempting. I slipped a nimble finger inside myself and shuddered with delight. He never needed to know I’d started without him...

  “Tut, tut. You are impatient aren’t you” a man’s voice suddenly said fro
m behind me.

  I sat bolt upright in fright, sloshing the bathwater everywhere – a strangled cry catching in my throat. But before I could draw enough breath in to scream, a ball gag was forced into my mouth and I felt strong hands behind my head, fastening the clasp. I whirled my head around to see who was there, trying to get up out of the tub as I did so.

  But strong hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me down, until my head was only just above the water. Then, with expert precision this mysterious figure fastened my wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. I wanted to kick and scream, but I was frozen in fear. I craned my neck backwards, trying desperately to see the man’s face but it was obscured by shadow and what features I could see were distorted in the flickering candlelight. All I knew was that it wasn’t my husband.

  “Now just lie back, and relax. You will do as I say – and I promise I will make this a night that you’ll never forget.”

  He let go of my shoulders, and walked around the side of the bathtub. I saw him more clearly now, although my eyes were welling up with tears. He was tall, and broad framed – with dark eyes. He fixed me with an intense stare. I felt my body tense, and my hands ball into fists.

  He slowly knelt beside the bath, and without a word plunged his hand into the water. I instinctively flinched and tried to get up again but he pinned me down with the other hand.

  “Don’t struggle” he said in a soft and yet sinister tone “or you’ll get my uniform all wet. I’ve got to be back on shift in half an hour and I don’t want people asking questions, do I?”

  I shook my head in agreement, too scared to protest. I noticed now that he was wearing the same uniform as the hotel staff that had helped out with my wedding that day. Had he been there? Had he been watching me the whole day, waiting to get me alone? Waiting to gag me, dominate me and have his way with me however he wanted? Slide his strong hands up the inside of my thighs under the slick, oily water...

  I couldn’t believe it but at that moment I felt my pussy twitch. Was I actually getting turned on by what was happening to me? Did I really want to feel the hands of a complete stranger on my naked body? On my tits? On my ass?