Trekking through the States has brought me to interesting places and bewitching encounters. I could make a fortune telling the dark secrets of many a place, but not without casting myself in a bad light. Yet, I’m afraid that’s what I’m about to do.
This was one of those sleepy Midwest towns that hid its secrets behind tall privacy fences and lace curtains. Anal whores disguised as gray housewives, exploring students sneaking stolen moments in the park’s shadowy corners—it was all so familiar. And yet, it always made my crotch tingle with excitement.
I smiled as the large Peterbilt huffed and puffed to a stop at the truck stop on the outskirts of what could only be called the capital of Sleep, Minnesota.
“T’s as far as we go, miss,” my driver mumbled.
I grabbed my bag and smiled at him. He’d been a decent fuck, and the taste of his cum still lingered at the back of my throat. I made sure he got one last view of my ass as I stepped down from his cab and headed toward the restrooms.
The truck stop had surprisingly good facilities. The lock on the door even worked. I took my time in the shower, savoring the hot water against my skin. It was a rare luxury, and I wasn’t sure when I’d find it again.
Standing in front of the mirror, I studied my tanned face and counted yet another line at the corner of my brown eyes. My wet black hair clung to my cheeks, highlighting the curve of my neck and the fullness of my breasts. I traced my finger along my midriff—there were faint love handles now, but they’d never been a problem before.
A slight bush crowned my pussy, as black as my hair. Trimming wasn’t on my mind; I was tired and ready for a drink. My bag smelled of freshly laundered clothes—another rare treat—and I slipped into a pair of shoplifted black panties, the tiny silver heart dangling at the front catching my eye. It was cute. A small indulgence. My pussy purred in agreement.
As I stepped outside, the afternoon sun beat down on the gray concrete and tired asphalt. A breeze stirred my damp hair, drying it as I walked toward town. The heart of Sleepy Town waited ahead, as full of secrets as I was of curiosity. What would I find this time? Trouble, pleasure—or both?
It didn’t take long to reach what must have been the main street of Sleepy Hill, but nothing caught my attention. An old pickup truck, pale blue and rust, stopping at the Kwik Trip across the street was the only little sign of life. Farmer Joe hustled inside, possibly on a mission from Mrs. Farmer Joe to salvage dinner. He should have been chewing a straw; that was the only thing missing from his stereotype.
I was glad I had chosen my skin-tight pants, and I felt his stare on my ass as I continued down the main street. The cracks in the tired pavement mirrored the gaps in this town’s charm. A hardware store with a faded “Open” sign blinked lazily in the window. Next to it, a diner struggled to draw in customers, its white paint peeling like it had been left to bake in the sun too long. A pair of old men sat outside; their conversation was interrupted as their eyes followed my every step.
At first, fixed upon my chest, I could see their eyes wander at each sway my breasts made. Then, as I passed them, their eyes fell to my ass. I’m sure I heard the faint shortcut of their pacemakers as I bent down to pet the cat that crossed my path, feeling the fabric stretch and hug each line of my ass and crotch.
I kept moving, my boots clicking against the pavement, their rhythm a defiant counterpoint to the sleepy town around me. I wondered if this place offered anything beyond judgmental stares and stale gossip.
And then I saw it.
Tucked away between a shuttered antique shop and a laundromat, a dim neon sign buzzed in the shadow of an overgrown awning. “Jake in the Hole,” it read, its letters glowing faintly in the daylight like a secret waiting for night to come alive.
The bar didn’t announce itself loudly. Its faded brick facade and weathered wooden door looked like they belonged in a different era, back when towns like this might’ve had something to hide. A broken light fixture hung precariously above the entrance, swaying slightly in the breeze as if daring me to step inside.
I hesitated for a moment, taking it in. This was the kind of place that didn’t advertise on postcards. It was the type of place where you could lose yourself—or find trouble if you were looking for it. The heart of Sleepy Hill might have been dull, but this little corner felt alive, humming with something unspoken.
I ran my fingers through my now-dry hair, adjusted my tank top, and crossed the street. My boots hit the gravel-strewn sidewalk as I made my way to the door, passing under the flickering neon sign. I couldn’t help but smirk. Jake in the Hole. It had a certain charm, didn’t it?
Besides a drink, I wasn’t looking for much as I swung the large wooden door open. The stale beer, cheap cologne, cigarette smoke, and unmistakable stench of booze-soaked floorboards washed over me. It felt like home, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
It was why I packed my bags and left at sixteen, when I finally realized Mom would never leave Dad, no matter how much she loathed him. As long as he kept her stocked with booze, she’d let him do anything to her. And he did.
Distant laughter and scattered conversation pulled me from the memory. The place had seen better days; the buzzing neon light above the stained pool table, the uneven floor, and the mismatched booths were one thing. The patrons were another.
Delinquents and outcasts, discarded jigsaw pieces that never fit the intended puzzle. My eyes landed on a tall redhead laughing in a booth with a group of Black guys. Her laughter was contagious; it even put a smile on my face. Her top barely covered her large breasts, and she seemed to feed off the men staring at her.
“Yeah, Tony, I know you want to slip your cock between them and titty-fuck me. Who knows, get Leroy drunk enough, and he might let you!” she shrieked, laughing louder.
She reminded me of a girl I’d met in Boston.
Charlotte had approached me on the dance floor of some nightclub I can’t even remember the name of. Her confidence was magnetic, and her lips were already at my ear before I could react. She smelled like vanilla and whiskey, and when she whispered, “Let’s get out of here,” I didn’t think twice.
Her apartment was luxurious but sterile—like a magazine spread someone lived in. Pictures of her husband were scattered around, a man at least twice her age. “Away on business,” she had hissed, her lips brushing against mine. “Probably draining himself into a cheap whore right now.”
Her mouth was on mine before I could respond, her hands tearing open my top. My breasts spilled out, bouncing as her teeth grazed my nipple. She was vicious in her need, one hand finding its way up my skirt as the other pinned me against the wall. She finger-fucked me hard and fast, her breath hot against my neck as she hissed curses about her absent husband.
When I came, I nearly collapsed, but Charlotte wasn’t finished. She shoved me to my knees, her thighs trembling as I devoured her. Her milky-white breasts quivered like oversized pudding as her orgasm tore through her. She collapsed onto the couch, her legs twitching, and passed out not long after.
While she slept, I emptied her purse. It was my biggest haul, enough to keep me fed for weeks. Boston hadn’t been kind, but Charlotte was generous—whether she meant to be or not.
I let my eyes off the redhead and let their conversation fade. My mind was on a cold beer.
And then, I saw her.
She stood at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, her curvy silhouette bathed in the amber glow of the overhead lights. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin, and the hem of her short leather skirt skimmed just enough to tease the imagination. She held a half-empty glass of whiskey in one hand, swirling it slowly, the other resting on her hip.
Her laughter rolled through the room like warm thunder, drawing attention effortlessly. She didn’t just own the space—she commanded it.
I stepped closer, her eyes catching mine. They were sharp and playful as if she could size me up instantly and decide whether I belonged—or didn’t. Her lips curved into a slow smile.
“New in town?” she asked, her voice low and smooth, like honey over gravel.
I nodded. “Just passing through.”
She raised her glass in a mock toast. “Well, traveler, welcome to Jake in the Hole. You’ve just stumbled into the only place in town worth your time—or trouble. I’m Sapphire, but am I your trouble or not? I guess it’s for you to find out.”
She turned toward the bartender, a rugged man in his mid-sixties with long, gray hair and a beard that looked like it hadn’t met a comb in weeks. He matched the bar’s charm—or lack thereof—perfectly.
“A beer,” I said, sliding onto a stool. “Anything as long as it’s cold.”
“Sure thing, miss,” he replied, his voice rough as sandpaper and somehow fitting.
Sapphire leaned in, her breath warm and deliberate, like she was tasting the air between us. Not quite invasive, but close—almost predatory—her proximity drew my attention like a magnet. When I turned to her, she was already watching me, her dark eyes sparkling with something unreadable.
“Beer’s a good start,” she said, her lips curling into a smile. “But if you want to keep up with me, shots are the only way.”
The bartender smirked and began lining up glasses before I could even respond.
“Are you sure you can keep up with her?” he asked, his tone half-warning and half-amused.
I glanced between them, Sapphire’s expectant gaze daring me to say no. The air around her buzzed with challenge, and I knew I was walking into something—but I wasn’t about to back down.
“Why not?” I said, forcing a grin.
Sapphire threw back the first shot before I could collect myself, and when she looked at me, there was nothing but a dare in her eyes. I’d better keep up.
Throwing back the first shot, the liquid burned its way down my throat, a fiery trail that seemed to light my nerves on edge. The warmth spread through my chest like a sudden burst of heat, spreading outward, both invigorating and unsettling. Finally, a warm flicker of fire lapped at my pussy, and she purred as she always did at hard liquor.
“Not bad,” Sapphire smiled hoarsely, “but we’re just getting started, stranger.”
The second shot was already sliding into place before I could even think of stopping her, and she downed hers before I managed to catch my breath. I suspected I was in over my head but was too weary or intrigued to pull the brakes.
The second shot went down smoother, the burn less sharp but more lingering, leaving a warmth in its wake that seeped deeper into my gut and wrapped my crotch like a warm blanket.
“I wanna fuck,” my pussy whispered, and I let out a small whimper.
Sapphire grinned, her eyes glinting between amusement and mischief as if she knew how quickly I was losing control.
The third hit harder, the alcohol settling like a smoldering ember in my stomach, its heat radiating outward, dulling the edges of the room. My senses buzzed—every laugh, every clink of glass seemed louder, brighter, more alive. My treacherous little cunt drooled just a little.
Sapphire leaned closer, her voice a low hum in the chaos.
“Still with me?” she teased, her lips brushing the rim of her glass.
The fourth blurred the line between courage and recklessness, my head swimming as the warmth turned to a haze. Sapphire’s laugh cut through it, rich and intoxicating. She tossed back her shot like it was water, her confidence unwavering. I followed, the glass slipping from my fingers as I set it down, my hand barely steady enough to avoid dropping it entirely. I knew I was fighting a losing battle; my pussy screamed at me to let her out and let them all have their turn with her.
By the fifth, my body hummed with a heady mix of fire and numbness. Each shot seemed to strip away another reserve layer, leaving me raw and exposed, tethered only to the challenge in Sapphire’s eyes.
“Enough foreplay,” she whispered hoarsely, “You in for a game?”
Finally, a chance to breathe. I nodded, not trusting my voice after the firestorm of whiskey still burning through my chest.
Sapphire’s smirk deepened, and she slid gracefully off her stool. The sound of her heels against the wooden floor punctuated the moment, each step drawing eyes toward her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is showtime! Feel free to find another watering hole if you’re not up for games!”
She strutted around the pool table, her hips swaying invitingly and intimidatingly. Patrons hurriedly gathered their belongings, shuffling out with stolen glances back at her. When the last straggler disappeared through the door, Sapphire flipped the sign to Closed with a practiced flick of her wrist and slid the bolt into place.
“Don’t want any interruptions,” she said, turning back to the room with a gleam in her eye. “This one’s just for us.”
The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. Sapphire returned to the pool table and leaned back, her breasts straining against the leather top as she surveyed the remaining patrons.
“We’re playing Never Have I Ever,” she declared. “Simple rules: I say something I’ve never done. If you’ve done it, you drink. Everyone, gather around the bar!”
The redhead, her boyfriend, and two other young men—her earlier companions—moved closer, along with Sapphire, Jake, and me. Everyone found a seat or leaned on the bar, the tension thickening as Sapphire filled glasses.
“Oh, and if you lie…” She let the sentence hang. “Well, let’s just say I’ll know.”
Jake chuckled from behind the bar, already lining up fresh glasses. “You’re playing referee too, Sapphire? Lord help us all.”
“Shush, old man,” she shot back with a grin, grabbing a glass and handing it to me. “What about you, traveler? You game, or are you scared I’ll learn all your dirty little secrets?”
I took the glass, meeting her challenge head-on. “I’m in.”
The redhead chuckled. “You’re doomed, stranger,” she said. “I’m Traci, and this here’s my boyfriend, Leroy. Those two whack-jobs are his friends—Tony and Isaac. They’ve probably never done much of anything.”
Sapphire raised her glass high. “All right, here’s how it works: we go in turns. I’ll start. Never have I ever…” She paused dramatically, her gaze flicking between us. “…lied about my name to get out of trouble.”
Traci was the first to drink, smirking as she took a slow sip. “What can I say? I’ve had to be… creative sometimes.”
Leroy followed, grinning sheepishly. “You’d be surprised how many people believe my name’s Wilfred.”
Tony and Isaac sat sheepishly, twirling their glasses. Jake shamelessly shot back his whiskey. All eyes turned to me.
I hesitated. I never gave my name, and few people alive knew it. My glass stayed on the table.
“Interesting,” Sapphire said, her eyes fixed on me. “Let’s see how long that honesty streak lasts.”
“Never have I ever,” Traci began, looking around the bar, “kissed someone I regretted.”
Everyone drank, Sapphire demanding two shots for her sins.
The game picked up speed, moving from lighthearted to bold. Each question chipped away at our defenses, leaving a mix of laughter and uncomfortable truths. I ended my turn with, “Never have I ever set foot in this bar before tonight.” Accusations of cheating flew, and everyone downed their drinks.
“So that’s how you want to play, stranger?” Sapphire said, her smirk daring me. “Very well… Never have I ever paid for sex.”
Tony and Isaac exchanged sheepish glances before downing their shots. Traci stayed still, watching Leroy blush as he tipped his glass. Jake raised his without shame, even pouring himself a second for good measure.
Calmness grabbed hold of me as my glass remained on the table.
Traci leaned forward, her turn next. “Never have I ever been paid for sex!” she blurted out, clearly aiming to steer the spotlight.
“Cheating!” Sapphire said, downing her drink anyway.
“Oh, fuck,” Traci mumbled, realizing her mistake before following suit.
“What?” Leroy asked, his grin fading as he eyed her.
“Getting good grades is a form of payment, isn’t it?” Traci teased, laughing nervously.
The others laughed, but I felt their eyes burning into me, prying at my mind. I drained my glass, knowing the truth wasn’t something I could keep buried under alcohol.
There’s something about sitting in a group of strangers and feeling their eyes burning, trying to pry open your mind. I need money like everyone else. I need food and drink, and I need to refresh my wardrobe every so often. The first time was hard.
It wasn’t long after I left home; I hadn’t been a vagabond for long. I thought I was minding my business but probably had taken a wrong turn somewhere in the city. He was well off, probably in his early fifties, and offered good money to suck him off. So, yeah, that’s how I got my mouth fucked behind a dumpster in New Orleans.
I still remember his cock throbbing in my mouth and that spray of thick sperm shooting down my throat. Learning by doing and loving to learn. I sucked enough cock in New Orleans to get a ticket to the West Coast. And that’s where I learned that truck stops are the easiest way to get around the country.
I emptied my glass.
“Good,” Sapphire whispered, her voice low and deliberate.
The game kept its rhythm, rounds blending in a haze of laughter, clinking glasses, and alcohol-soaked revelations. I lost track of when I drank or why, and I wasn’t the only one slipping into the fog.
Traci’s shoulder strap had slid down her arm, one more shake of laughter from the tall redhead threatening to spring her tits free. I thought of Charlotte—her rough hands, her hungry mouth—and wondered if Traci could make me cum the same way. Would her breasts tremble like oversized pudding when she came?
The thought lingered too long, and Sapphire’s sharp voice snapped me back to the present.
“Well?” she said, leaning in close enough for her breath to brush my ear.
I turned toward her, and in the alcohol haze, she was stunning. Stunning and frightful. Her dark eyes bore into me, playful but predatory, as if she could see every sordid thought in my mind.
“Never have I ever,” I slurred, the words clumsy in my mouth as I grasped for something—anything—my wretched mind hadn’t already turned into a memory.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the bar. Stray locks hung limply over my face, and I brushed them aside with a clumsy motion. My reflection stared back, blurry and unsteady, a ghost of someone I barely recognized.
“Never have I ever,” I started again, my voice quieter this time, “licked a Black woman’s ass.”
Sapphire smiled, slow and deliberate, the smile a black panther might give its prey before sinking its teeth in. Traci burst into laughter, throwing back her drink in one smooth motion. As she tipped her head back, her top slid, and her massive breasts spilled free, liberated from their undersized prison.
The group followed her lead, their laughter blending with the clinking of glasses. My eyes, however, stayed fixed on Traci, her tits bouncing with each laugh, jiggling like oversized pudding.
Isaac and Tony caught my stare and followed it to Traci. Their jaws dropped in unison, and their stunned expressions were a perfect echo of mine. Traci leaned back in her chair, throwing her arms in the air like a magician revealing her greatest trick.
“Tadaa!” she exclaimed, laughing even harder.
Leroy, still laughing, reached over and playfully tugged at her arm. “Why don’t you get down on the floor and take care of me, huh?”
Traci’s eyes lit up at his suggestion, her laughter shifting into something darker, more deliberate. A sinister smile spread across her lips as she slid off her chair and knelt at Leroy’s feet. With an expert hand, she freed his cock from his pants and got to work. Leroy was already hard and showed off an impressive tool. Traci slurped him into her mouth with ease, and with both her hands free, she was able to undo both Isaac and Tony’s pants, and with firm hands, she started whacking both of them off.
“Oh, fuck,” Isaac mumbled, throwing a nervous glance at Leroy.
He didn’t need to fear. Leroy sat with his eyes closed and both his hands on his girlfriend’s head, pushing her deeper down on himself.
Traci’s ass popped up between my legs as her short skirt rode higher, revealing her perfectly round cheeks and panty-less crotch. Wet drops of lust glistened on her fiery-red bush, shimmering like morning dew on a Venus Trap. The sight was irresistibly alluring, the kind of beauty that demanded surrender.
I felt a primal urge to fall victim to her. To press my tongue into her inviting snatch, let her ensnare me in her nectar, and melt my mind with the sheer pleasure of her.
Amid the chaos, Sapphire’s gaze locked onto mine. Her sharp, knowing smile remained, as though she could sense every thought racing through my mind. The laughter and voices around us seemed to blur, fading into the background, drowned out by the steady thrum of tension between us.
Her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick them slowly as if tasting the air between us.
“Looks like you’ll be eating red meat before you get a taste of dark meat, honey,” she whispered, her voice low and smooth, cutting through the haze like a blade.
She rose in one fluid motion and grabbed Traci by the hair, pulling her off the floor with an almost casual strength. Sapphire guided her to the pool table, lifted her onto it, and shoved her down onto her back.
Traci’s head hung over the edge, her fiery-red hair spilling onto the floor. Leroy didn’t hesitate—he positioned himself immediately, sliding into her mouth. Her muffled moans filled the room as her hands found Isaac’s and Tony’s throbbing cocks. My pussy screamed with envy, a raw, aching need twisting inside me.
“Get up,” Sapphire hissed at me, and I slid off the barstool, my legs barely supporting me.
I was drunk, yes, but this was something else. Lust had taken over completely. My pussy burned like unquenchable hellfire, a raging inferno demanding satisfaction. Sapphire steadied me, pulling me close, and her lips found mine. The kiss was deep and consuming, her tongue invading my mouth with an intensity that made me moan against her.
With one firm tug, she ripped my top apart, the fabric falling away like paper. Her fingers teased my hardened nipple, drawing a loud, involuntary gasp from me.
“Impressive,” she murmured, stepping back to inspect me. Her gaze felt like a physical touch, and my body trembled under her scrutiny.
Sapphire pulled me in again, her lips devouring mine as her hand slid to my stomach. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers traced downward, undoing the first button of my jeans.
A deep thud reverberated inside me, starting in my belly and radiating down to my aching core. Another button, another thud—a thunderous rhythm that made my legs weak and my breath shallow. By the time she reached the last button, I was trembling uncontrollably, my pussy soaking through my jeans.
She broke the kiss, and I felt bereft and abandoned. My lips ached for hers, my tongue desperate for the heat of her mouth. I started weeping from an uncontrollable desire, lust, and despair. I fell to my knees, my thighs trembling, and my pussy spasmed, sending a shockwave of orgasm up through my spine, exploding in my melted brain. I collapsed on the floor, heaving for breath.
When I finally lifted my eyes—I froze.
Tucked along her thigh, beneath the hem of her leather skirt, was a massive, black cock, straining against the sheer nylon. Thick veins pulsed along its length, hypnotizing me. My breath caught, a mix of awe and disbelief as she tugged at the fabric.
Inch by inch, she revealed herself, the slow pace deliberate, torturous. It was like watching a snake shed its skin, its powerful form emerging with every pull. When the swollen head finally broke free, glistening with pre-cum, I parted my lips instinctively, ready to take her in.
But Sapphire wasn’t done with her game. She grabbed my hair, pulling me up with controlled force, her smile triumphant.
“Not just yet, honey,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She guided me between Traci’s legs, her fingers brushing my jaw.
“Eat her out like a good bitch, won’t you?”
And with that, she pushed my face into Traci’s burning snatch. She was leaking nectar like a ripe fruit splitting open under the sun, sweet and irresistible, and her swollen clit pulsated with each of her boyfriend’s thrusts down her throat. She tasted sweet summer nights, cotton candy, and a hint of wild cherries, with an undertone of something darker—forbidden secrets murmured in the dim echoes of a high-school bathroom.
At the mere touch of the tip of my tongue, she arched her back and let out a loud, slobbery moan.
“What kind of man are you, Leroy? Are you going to stand there and let this stranger lift your girl to a higher ground without reward?” Sapphire challenged, her voice sharp as a whip.
Leroy hesitated, then grinned, stepping forward to play his part.
Sapphire’s hands tugged at my jeans, peeling them away with deliberate care. She pulled off my boots in one quick motion, leaving me exposed.
“Oh, pretty,” she laughed, her gaze dropping to the silver heart dangling from my soaked panties, “and you’re wetter than a sponge soaking in syrup, honey.”
Her hands on my ass felt like Eros himself had descended to set me, and me alone, ablaze with an unquenchable desire. My pussy throbbed, and I could feel my anus pulsating, desperate to join the party as I buried my tongue in Traci’s flowing cup.
“Fuck her good,” Sapphire panted, her breath heavy, as she pulled my thong to the side and split me wide open.
Leroy hesitated no longer. He slid into me with one deep thrust, and I came instantly. He was bigger than most and handled his tool well, each movement precise and deliberate. I screamed into Traci’s pulsating pussy, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as a sobering orgasm ripped through me.
The fog in my mind cleared just enough to take in the sounds around me—Tony gasping as he spilled his load onto Traci’s chest, Leroy’s grunts as he drove into me, and Traci’s loud whimpers as my tongue worked her clit. Together, they formed a symphony of lust, each note playing to the steady rhythm of Leroy’s thighs slamming into my ass.
At Traci’s head, Sapphire loomed like a goddess of temptation. The redhead whimpered, begging for Sapphire to fuck her mouth, but Sapphire took her time, grinding her cock teasingly against Traci’s face.
“Oh, you made a mess on Traci’s chest, Tony. Leroy? Have your fuck-pocket clean her up for me,” Sapphire commanded, her tone dripping with authority.
Leroy’s strong arms hooked under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly and pulling my still-lapping tongue from Traci’s pussy. My body screamed in protest as I felt the emptiness, but my pussy quivered with anticipation as he positioned me atop his girlfriend.
I straddled Traci, her chest glistening with thick strands of fresh cum. Leaning down, I licked her clean, savoring the salty sweetness as my tongue traced over her soft skin.
Leroy wasted no time. He mounted me, his cock driving deep as I cupped Traci’s massive tits in my hands. My lips found her left nipple, sucking greedily as each of Leroy’s thrusts rocked me forward.
“Enough foreplay,” Sapphire grunted, her voice a guttural command. “I’m in the mood for some red meat.”
Leroy dismounted me, his cock slick with my juices, and laid me flat on my back beside Traci. Sapphire wasted no time. She spun the redhead around on the pool table, gripping her thighs with a predator’s strength as she pulled her closer.
Her massive cock, glistening with pre-cum, pressed against Traci’s overflowing slit. Sapphire ground against her slowly, deliberately, letting the swollen head tease and stretch her entrance. Traci’s thighs trembled, her pussy practically pulling Sapphire inside.
When the gigantic head finally slid in, a guttural groan tore from Traci’s throat. With each inch Sapphire pushed into her, the pitch of her cries rose, her voice morphing from moans to shrieks until she was howling like a banshee.
I was mesmerized. Traci’s cock-pocket devoured Sapphire’s girth, inch by inch until the Venus Trap swallowed the snake whole. But the snake fought back, retreating slowly, almost slipping free, before plunging back into the warm, dripping depths of her fuck-flower. Sapphire’s thrusts grew faster, her hips slamming against Traci with enough force to shake the pool table.
I barely noticed Leroy pushing himself inside me again, thrusting hard, and looking up, I found his stare fixed on his girlfriend’s crotch, equally mesmerized by the battle between the snake and the flytrap.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the air, mingling with Traci’s muffled cries as Isaac shoved his cock into her open mouth. My gaze locked onto Traci’s chest. Her massive breasts indeed jiggled like oversized pudding, mesmerizing in their movement.
Then came the memory. Charlotte’s rough fingers, her cursing her husband’s whores, and the way she had pinned me to that wall, using me to avenge her cheating man, making my pussy pay for all her lost orgasms. She’d finger-fucked me mercilessly, leaving me trembling and wanting more, but she had passed out in bliss, her greed leaving me to stew in my frustration.
The thought burned in my mind—a twisted, lustful revenge—but instead of bitterness, it only fueled my desire. I wanted to plunge my fingers into Traci, to make her cry out, to push her past the brink of control. If Charlotte had left me spraying her hands in a shameful orgasm, I would make damn sure Traci got it twice as hard.
Traci’s fingers clawed at the worn baize of the pool table, scratching at the fabric until they found my hand. She guided me to her burning clit, her touch desperate and pleading. I didn’t hesitate. I rubbed her swollen bud with fevered intensity, my fingers slick with her juices. Her hips bucked against Sapphire’s relentless thrusts as her moans grew louder, vibrating against Isaac’s cock.
Sapphire growled, her voice hoarse with exertion as she slammed deeper into Traci.
The sight of her stretched, slick pussy devouring Sapphire’s cock made my hand ache to do more. I slid two fingers into her clenching folds, curling them upward to find her sweet spot. Traci’s entire body tensed, her cry muffled as Isaac pushed further down her throat.
I worked her like I was striking flint and stone, not to start a fire—she was already burning—but to fuel the inferno raging between her thighs. Her juices drenched my hand as I drove deeper, faster, the tension in her body building to an unbearable crescendo.
Leroy’s hands wrapped around my hips, pulling me harder onto his cock. His girth filled me completely, and I let out a guttural moan as his thrusts matched the rhythm of my fingers rubbing Traci. The room blurred around me, the sounds of grunts, groans, and slapping flesh blending into a chaotic symphony.
Traci arched her back, her pussy spasming around Sapphire’s cock as she screamed into Isaac’s groin. Her juices gushed over my hand, and I felt a wicked satisfaction as I pushed her over the edge, her climax rippling through her body like a tidal wave.
Charlotte’s memory faded, replaced by the raw, unfiltered pleasure of the present. This was my moment, my revenge—not born of bitterness but of lustful triumph.
Leroy couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled his fuck-stick out of me and sprayed me with his cum. Thick strands landed on my face, covered my tits, and coated my black bush, a potent lubricant, as if I needed any more, as I rubbed myself into another gut-wrenching orgasm.
As the haze lifted from my eyes, I watched Sapphire pull out of Traci’s still-pulsating pussy. Each vein of the massive cock seemed to pulsate, slick with the redhead’s cum; God, how I wanted her to shove that snake down my throat, but she wasn’t having it. She looked down at me with a grin, then slowly turned towards the bar.
I followed her eyes and found Jake sitting there, stroking his cock as he watched the scene unfold on the pool table. He was surprisingly fit for his age, with strong muscular arms, defined pecs, and graying chest hair. He could have been built like a toothpick for all I cared. His cock was gorgeous. Swollen and veiny, with a huge defined head, all crowned by a bush of wild growing, gray pubic hair.
I sprung up on all fours and flaunted my dripping pussy at Isaac, who wasted no time pulling out of Traci’s mouth and jumping on top of the table. Sapphire pushed my head down, pressing my face onto the crusty tabletop. The smell of stale beer, crusty cum, pussy juice, and urine triggered my sensors, shooting lightning bolts into my crotch.
“Fuck her tight ass, Isaac, dear,” she commanded with a hoarse whisper. Her cock swayed majestically between her legs, close enough so I could feel the heat emanating from it. Still pulsating and throbbing. She teasingly waved it in front of my face before turning around and bending forward, spreading her cheeks. I wanted to suck that ass, but she was calculatingly out of reach.
Isaac grabbed my ass with both hands, pulled my cheeks apart, and planted a glob of spit right at my hole, but my pussy had already lubed me up beyond need. I felt the tip of his cock push at my hole, and I could hear my voice echo through the bar even before it escaped my mouth.
I’m a complete anal whore. Ever since I caught that ride from San Francisco to Teaneck, NJ. Charlie is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a boyfriend. He picked me up just off I-80 and had his cock in my mouth before we crossed the Bay Bridge. At the first and best truck stop he could find, he pulled over and had me undress in the back of his cab. I didn’t mind; I never did mind a good cock.
He pushed my legs up until my knees were firmly planted under my chin, then fetched a bottle of lube from a shelf above the bed. He generously sprayed my ass, and before I could say, “Wait!” he pushed himself into my back door.
The pain was excruciating, and I howled like a wounded animal, the raw sound tearing from my throat as though it would somehow release the agony coursing through my ripped asshole.
“Relax,” he said firmly, still shoving his cock deeper inside me, tearing my sphincter to shreds. Funny thing, though, the more he ripped my ass, the more excited my pussy got. Like an evil twin sister finding pleasure in the pain of her sibling. My howls turned into deep panting, and I came like a bewitched storm, wild and uncontrollable, waves of ecstasy crashing through me with a force that left me trembling and gasping for air. Twice more, he brought me over the edge before he was finished.
“Your first time, eh?” he smiled over his shoulder as he stole a gaze of my spread and naked body in the back of his cab. I stayed there, naked, in the back of his cab for most of the trip. He fucked my ass in Nevada; he tore my butt open in Utah and Wyoming. Through eleven states, he sodomized me, had me cum on his cock, and shit cum for a week. We shared breakfast at the truck stops on our way, and he ravaged my intestines in their restrooms. He was insatiable, and with each stop increasingly delayed, but he cared not. And I loved every minute of those six days. I was sad when he left me at the intersection, cum leaking from my ass on the first day of fall.
Yeah, when Isaac pushed into me, I drooled onto the crusty table with a moan.
“Good girl,” Sapphire purred, pulling my head by my hair.
Jake stood in front of me, and I needed no directions. I opened my mouth wide and let the enormous head of his fat cock slip inside my mouth. I let him push himself down my throat until his balls pressed against my chin, and his pubic hair tickled my nose. He pulled out enough so I could catch my breath before pushing himself deep inside me again. Isaac pounded into me, and my pussy moaned in sloppy delight. Isaac was good and tickled me in the right places, but he wasn’t quite big enough to fill me entirely. Just not enough to push me over the edge, but just enough to have my cunt hiss for more, more, and harder.
It was almost a relief when I felt him tense up, his hands squeezing my butt almost to the point of pain, but not quite enough, and squirt his load not quite deep enough inside me. As Isaac’s grip slackened, I spun around, my legs folding against my chest as I screamed for Jake to take me. He wasted no time, his fat, meaty cock splitting me wide open as he drove into my hungry ass, poking at places that hadn’t been touched in far too long. With both hands free, I rubbed my clit furiously, and it didn’t take long before I sprayed his stomach with my cum. He grinned, pounding harder, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure and pain through my body.
To my left, Traci worked on Leroy, her mouth coaxing his cock back to life. She caught my gaze, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, and straddled me without a word. Her soaked pussy pressed to my lips, and I drank her in, her taste like fire and honey.
Her hands found my dripping snatch, and in an instant, I was back there—pinned against the wall by Charlotte, her fiery hair framing those wild eyes.
“You like that, huh, bitch?” Charlotte’s voice echoed in my mind, her fingers hammering into me without mercy. My body screamed for her, for the way she treated me like a cheap whore, and I loved every second of it. She brought me over the edge, throwing me into a chasm of pure pleasure, spinning in a sensory maelstrom that left me trembling and raw.
Now Traci was taking me there again. Her fingers plunged deep, her touch merciless as she drove me toward the abyss. I hollered into her soaked pussy, my body tensing as every muscle screamed in ecstasy. The chasm opened beneath me, and I fell, spiraling into darkness as the world faded into blissful nothingness.
I gasped for air as the bar slowly re-entered my consciousness, the sound of Jake smacking against my butt, the re-emerging image of Traci, now sandwiched between Leroy and Tony, and the unmistakable smell of cum, sweat, and pussy-juice shook me back into reality.
And behind Jake, Sapphire stood with a gleeful smile, her dark eyes gleaming as she watched Jake’s cock hammer into me. Her presence was magnetic, her confidence unshakable, as though she controlled every movement in the room.
“You’re such a good slut, traveler,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’m so looking forward to fucking your lights out. But first, let’s help Jake here lose himself, shall we?”
Jake shuddered at her words, a low groan escaping his lips as her hands gripped his hips with firm authority. The moment her massive cock pressed against him, he froze for a split second, his breath catching as if he were bracing for impact. Then, as she slid inside, his body relaxed, his groans deepening into something guttural, primal. He took her like he was welcoming an old friend—no hesitation, no resistance, just an eagerness that sent a shiver down my spine.
I could feel every reaction ripple through him, every thrust of Sapphire’s cock pushing him deeper inside me. His girth swelled, stretching me further, the added pressure sending jolts of pleasure and pain through my core. His moans grew louder, more desperate, as though Sapphire’s relentless rhythm had unlocked something raw and unrestrained within him.
“You like that, don’t you, Jake?” Sapphire teased, her voice low and commanding as she pushed him forward with each powerful thrust. “You love being my good little toy, don’t you? Filling her up while I stretch you wide open?”
Jake’s moans turned into whimpers, his head dropping forward as he clung to my hips for balance. His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing with every inch Sapphire drove into him. I could feel her rhythm—steady, calculated, each thrust timed to send shockwaves through both of us.
“Yes,” Jake gasped, his voice breaking with need. “God, yes…fuck me harder.”
Sapphire chuckled, a rich, throaty sound that vibrated in the air around us. “That’s it, Jake. Take it all. You’re mine now.”
Her pace quickened, her powerful thrusts driving Jake’s cock so deep inside me that I could barely breathe. The friction, the heat, the sheer intensity of the moment—it was overwhelming, and I found myself crying out, my body shaking as the pleasure coursed through me like a live wire.
“Look at you,” Sapphire growled, her hands gripping Jake’s hips even tighter as she slammed into him. “Both of you—perfect little fuck toys, begging for more.”
Jake’s body trembled, his moans rising in pitch as he surrendered entirely to her. His massive shaft throbbed violently, and with a deep, guttural grunt, he emptied himself deep inside my guts, his cum flooding my insides in hot, thick waves. My sphincter pumped mercilessly as if my ass was determined to drain his last drop.
“Oh, that’s a good boy,” Sapphire moaned, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Jake’s body slackened, nearly collapsing on top of me, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. When Sapphire pulled out of him, it was as though her cock had been the only thing holding him up. She caught him by the shoulders, steadied him, and then easily spun him around. Their lips met in a deep, commanding kiss; her dominance was evident even in that fleeting moment.
Then, with a playful shove, she sent Jake stumbling aside, his legs barely supporting him as he collapsed onto a nearby chair, dazed and spent.
The panther turned her eyes to me, her grin sharp and dangerous as she pounced. Her weight pinned me beneath her, and her teeth sank into the soft flesh of my neck, sending a delicious jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through my veins. Her hands found my tits, clawing at them with an almost feral intensity and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“You’re going to make me cum, traveler,” she growled, her voice low and rough against my ear. “I’m going to fuck your cunt like it’s never been fucked before.”
“Fuck me, please,” was my only breathy reply. Over and over again, the words spilling from my lips like prayer, my body trembling beneath her weight as I ached for her to take me.
“Oh, so needy and such desperation. Is your pussy running hot with fuck-fever? Can’t she get enough? Is she so desperate to have me split her open and impale her?”
Her whispers thundered through my body, drowning Traci’s shrieks as Tony exploded in her ass, making her cum all over Leroy’s cock. I barely noticed Tony collapsing next to her and only registered Isaac’s shadow as he mounted her, taking Tony’s place.
“Please,” I sobbed, tears flowing freely from my eyes.
“You make me so hard, little traveler,” the panther growled, her voice low and primal, as her mouth devoured mine.
And with one. Heavy. Thrust.
She split me open and tore me apart. My body convulsed; the stretch was unbearable and euphoric all at once. I gasped into her mouth, heaving for air as the breath caught in my throat, the collision of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through me.
She filled me completely, her girth stretching me to the limit, as if I were nothing more than a sleeve for her cock, a flesh cover for the giant snake burrowing deep inside me.
My pussy shrieked, my walls clenched tightly around her, stretched to the point where I thought I might break, and yet I craved more. Her thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, as though she wanted me to feel every inch, every vein of her cock as it claimed me.
Heat radiated from her, and pearls of sweat made her brow sparkle like a starlit sky. Her breath was hot against my ear as she growled, “You feel that, don’t you? How perfectly you take me. You were made for this.”
My body responded instinctively, hips rolling to meet her thrusts, despite the ache and the tears streaming down my face. The pain melted into pleasure, a consuming wave that left me trembling as my mind surrendered, playing its own game on Never Have I Ever.
“Never have I ever felt every single vein of a cock inside me.”
“Never have I ever been filled so completely, like I was made for someone.”
“Never have I ever begged so shamelessly for more.”
Each thrust sent another thought spiraling through me, another line for the game I hadn’t meant to play but couldn’t escape.
“Never have I ever loved the ache of being stretched this wide.”
“Never have I ever tasted my own tears and found them sweet.”
“Never have I ever been fucked like I wasn’t just wanted—but owned.”
The thought struck like lightning, setting my body aflame with a wicked thrill.
“Never have I ever tasted a cock as it’s fucking me.”
The idea was absurd, impossible, and yet it stuck, looping through my mind as her massive cock stretched me to my limits. Each thrust hammered the thought deeper, filling me with a twisted, breathless longing.
Sapphire’s growls pulled me from my thoughts, her voice cutting through the haze.
“You feel that, don’t you, traveler? How perfect you are for me?”
My mind quivered, throwing one last line into the game.
“Never have I ever wanted to stay broken so that someone could piece me back together again. So they could break me again and again.”
“You’re mine now, traveler. Say it!”
And I did—over and over again, my voice trembling as my body quaked beneath her. My cunt clenched around her, a flood of release soaking her as she drove me into oblivion.
My spasmodic body, my flailing arms, my collapsing pussy, and the veins popping out of my shrieking throat only served to complete Sapphire’s transformation into predatory mode. The black cat sunk her claws into my thighs, holding her pray pinned in place as her cock drove into me with unrelenting force. Her growls reverberated through my chest, primal and raw.
I was her prey, and she had finished playing. It was feeding time, and she devoured me whole. Each thrust tore through me like claws ripping into flesh, and I knew there was no escape, nor did I want one. Sapphire’s hunger was insatiable, her greed a wild, untamed force that left me shaking, gasping, and utterly consumed.
Through my hazy gaze, Traci’s green eyes swam in a lake of fiery red hair. Her warm, wet lips to mine, laden with sweat, churned the pulp of my brain to butter. When she lowered her milky white thighs and engulfed my head, she was leaking cum from both holes, and I drank and swallowed as she pinned my arms to the table.
As Sapphire’s thrusts pushed me further into oblivion, my mind drifted, unbidden, to a hazy Iowa truck stop restroom. The flickering fluorescent lights cast jittery shadows over the cracked tiles beneath me. My black hair fanned out across the damp floor, strands clinging to the sticky grime as my body trembled with exhaustion and lust. I was spread eagle, my legs wide apart, my thighs shaking, as a third cock plunged into my cum-coated cunt.
His cock stretched me, sliding effortlessly through the slick mess left by the two truckers before him. My pussy clenched, desperately greedy despite the ache, as his hands gripped my hips with bruising force. My body moved instinctively, meeting each thrust against the cold, unforgiving floor.
And then it was over. He pulled out, his cum spilling onto my already messy thighs as he muttered something about needing to get back on the road. I lay there, my chest heaving, the cold tiles biting against my skin. The bathroom door swung open, a burst of cool air rushing in as the next man entered, his boots echoing on the floor. I didn’t even look up. I didn’t need to. I already knew what he wanted—and so did my dripping cunt.
Images of countless truck cabs swam inside my head, me spread upon their beds, leaking cum from all holes. And they faded into oblivion as Charlotte stood there, convulsing in a seismic orgasm that had her pudding breast jiggle until she lay there spent. I waved her goodbye. I waved Charlie goodbye.
Sapphire growled a deep and guttural sound and dug her claws into me. The sheer force made me cum again, my cunt clenching around her like it was desperate to hold on. Every muscle in her body tensed, her frame radiating power as she rode me into the sunset.
The sweat on her skin glistened under the flickering neon light, catching the shadows as she moved—a black queen, wild and untamed, claiming her throne as she drove me beyond the final edge.
The snake inside me throbbed, pulsing with a relentless rhythm that sent sharp daggers of ecstasy to my crotch. My body couldn’t keep up; I was spent, my thighs trembling one last time before succumbing to sweet, numb surrender. And then, almost at mercy, it happened.
Sapphire exploded inside me, her growl shifting into a primal roar as her cock pulsed violently. Hot, thick streams filled me, the pressure pushing deeper with every powerful thrust as she emptied herself into my trembling body. I could feel her release—every surge, every ounce of her essence—as it marked me, claimed me, and left me utterly hers.
Her hips bucked in time with the spasms of her cock, driving her seed deeper as if she were determined to brand every inch of me with her heat. Her head tilted back, her braids swaying, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of dominance and euphoria as she roared one last time, the sound echoing off the walls.
I lay beneath her, spent and trembling, as the last pulses of her climax faded. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.
Slowly, she pulled herself out of me, and I could feel her cum gushing out of me, pooling at the table beneath me, mixing my scent with hers and all the other spent pussies and cocks it had served.
She straddled me, her powerful thighs framing my face, her cock still slick and glistening from the chaos she had unleashed inside me. The heat radiating from her skin was intoxicating, the weight of her presence pressing down on me like a command I couldn’t refuse.
“Clean me up,” she ordered, her voice low and husky, carrying the same dominance that had left me trembling beneath her.
I obliged without hesitation, my lips parting as my tongue flicked out to taste her. The salty tang of sweat mixed with the remnants of her climax coated my tongue as I traced every throbbing vein. I licked her slowly, deliberately, savoring her texture, my tongue swirling around her swollen head before dragging along her length.
Her growls rumbled above me, her hand gripping the back of my head to guide me as I worshipped her, devouring every inch.
She spun herself around and lowered herself onto my face. The sheer weight of her half-limp cock resting on my chest was overwhelming, a warm, heavy reminder of the power she had just unleashed inside me.
“Lick my black ass, traveler,” she growled, her voice dripping with command. “Show me how grateful you are to have been claimed by me.”
I burrowed my tongue into her, the musky heat of her filling my senses as I licked and sucked at her hole. A final ooze of cum dripped onto my chest, a reminder of her power and my place beneath her.
***
I never left Sleepy Hill. The road had lost its allure; the truckers no longer held the promises they once did. There was nowhere to go, no destination that could fulfill me the way she had. Sapphire wasn’t just a lover; she was an awakening, a force that reshaped my desires and made me see that what I was searching for had always been within reach.
Jake’s isn’t just a bar—it’s a haven, a sanctuary of filth and freedom, where the rules of the outside world don’t apply. It’s become more of a home than anything I have ever known. The flickering neon sign out front is like a beacon, calling to those lost and hungry for something real, raw, and unrestrained.
You should come by sometime. I’ll pour you a drink and serve you whatever you desire. Mia. Ask for Mia. Or maybe you’ll find me otherwise occupied—pinned to the bathroom wall, Traci’s fingers buried inside me as her fiery hair cascades over my shoulder. Sometimes, I take my pleasure alone, perched at the bar, my fingers sliding between my legs as I watch Sapphire claim Jake, fucking the cum out of him with the same relentless power she owns me.
Jake’s isn’t just a place—it’s a world. A world where lust, surrender, and freedom collide, the past fades into the haze of cigarette smoke and neon light, and the present is all that matters. Here, I found something I never thought I could have: a sense of belonging, not to a place, not even to a person, but to the raw, unfiltered life that Jake’s represents.
So, stop by if you ever find yourself lost on the road, unsure of what you’re searching for. The door’s always open—unless, of course, we’ve locked it for something more… private.