Oral 3: Truck stop

A BDSM Story by Harley Grant

She groaned again as he maneuvered the semi into his spot behind the truck stop. He got the truck positioned, set the brakes and shut it down. He arraigned the curtains to block all the windows.

Now he could pay some attention to her. She was in the back, in the sleeper, on the floor. He turned around to look at her. She was in a straight jacket that pinned her arms across her chest. Knees and ankles secured with leather cuffs, a solid blindfold over her eyes. That, and a vibrator stuffed in her cunt, one strapped in so it couldn’t get out.

He listened to her work her way up to another orgasm. What he could see of her face and legs were covered in sweat. And why not? The vibrator had been in for an hour. She’d been tied longer than that, and blindfolded for most of the day. He pulled in at a rest stop to add her bondage and a later one to fire up the vibrator.

The blindfold meant she had no exact idea where they were. And that was what really got her fired up. “I don’t want to know, I want to be lost, to know nothing at all except the fucking.”

The fucking and the truck. He swore she could get off just on the vibration when they were cruising down the highway. He’d teased her about strapping her spread-eagle across the hood like a deer being brought home to be dressed. She’d begged him for a way to make that happen. Later, he’d said. There must be an abandoned road someplace.

But now was now. He let her climax and then came to her slowly so as not to startle her too much. He pulled the vibrator, slick with her juice, out of her and kissed her. She arched in to him.

With them stopped and the drapes drawn, he’d take off her blindfold and let her loose of the bondage. Inside the truck she was in a cocoon, a sex cocoon.

“You know where to go,” he growled at her. And she did. Nude now, she scampered forward to the seats. He started taking his clothes off. She slid down in front of the driver’s position, her head at the edge of the seat, her legs on the floor mats, her ass pressing against the bottom of the dash. He eased himself into the driver’s seat.

That put his cock right in her face and she grabbed onto it and started to suck. He’d gotten hard long before, thinking about pulling into the truck stop, about her rolling in the back, imagining her mouth on her cock.

“Oh yea, you’re on the highway now, you’re headed for the interstate.” They played this way, of course, they weren’t stupid enough to do this while the rig was moving, but they imagined it. Imagined each evening that they were moving while they were fucking and imagined each day that she was sucking him while they were moving.

She didn’t have much room to move her head, if he slid forward, she was forced to take him deep. He fucked her face hard, pushing forward to make her go right to his balls, her slurping and gagging. They were both turned on by the inescapable nature of her sucking, it didn’t matter if she was gagging or if she needed to catch her breath, she was at his mercy. He controlled how hard and deep she had to go, and he loved pushing her hard.

He squeezed her between his legs. “Come on, you slut, you lot lizard, I should put you out there to raise a dollar or two. Hey, you’re doing this for free. Got enough dirt in your ass yet?” She loved that part too, the sand under legs, the smells, her face in the seat.

“You know, you love the dirt, don’t you? Well now you can really get your face in it. Get up!” He pulled back, let her mouth come off his dick. He pushed himself over to the passenger seat. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. “Turn around.”

She knew this one too. She clambered around to where she was face down. He slapped her ass and she walked herself forward on her hands. She went under the dash, her head now down by the pedals, her ass up on the seat.

He pushed himself back on to the driver’s seat and shoved himself forward. He grabbed some lube and worked her asshole. Soon it was ready and he pushed forward, shoving himself in her ass. He half stood, half sat to work his cock in. He started pumping. The motion pushed her head down into the mats and she wallowed in the sand on her face, the smell of the floor mats, the confined space. The truck cab gently rocked to their fucking.

Nothing else made her feel like such a slut, such a sexual being, so open.

In a moment, he came banging into her with passion. He slowly came back to earth. But he kept her pinned down with his legs.

“You like that position don’t you. We should make a video, put you on youtube, or maybe I should open the window and call for some of the truckers to come over here and see you.”

She groaned and couldn’t help her hands straying to her cunt.

“You got one more orgasm in you? Well, you know how you have to finish up.”

He backed off her, moved back to where he was standing in the sleeper. She slowly pulled herself up, twisting around. Their eyes met. They both felt so lucky to have found each other, to understand how this degradation was so intimate, so hot.

She straddled the console and put the gearshift knob on her cunt. While he was driving he loved holding it, and remembering how she had looked rubbing herself to climax on it. She was hot as could be, dirt and sand on her face, her hair a horrible mess. She worked the knob rocking back and forth.

“Look at me!” he commanded and her eyes snapped open. She’d be denied even the privacy of that, be forced to look at him while she came. It didn’t take long.