Monday was just another workday until he punched out and saw that unfamiliar car parked right next to his truck. When Holly stepped out, leaning against the door with that look in her eyes, the BS of the day vanished.
“Do you have time for a quick one?” she asked, her grin promising exactly what he needed.
“Hop in,” he replied, and they were gone, tearing out of the lot toward the secluded spot behind a sports store. It is a concrete lot for semis to park and a sanctuary for quick, dirty encounters.
The ten-minute drive was anything but quiet. He had her slide over across the bench seat, her hands already working his zipper. Holly didn’t need to be told twice; she went right to work, her head bobbing in the cramped cab as she gave him a very nice mouth hug. But as she tasted him, something was different—a lingering something that wasn’t there before.
“Did you…?” she started, pulling back for a split second.
“Yeah, I nailed Jennifer this morning about 10 am,” he grunted, his hand reaching over to guide her head back down. “She called me on the radio and had me meet her at our spot.”
“Jennifer? The bitchy redhead with the huge boobs?” Holly asked, her eyes wide as the realization hit.
“Yes, keep sucking.”
Despite the slight sting of jealousy and the thought of Jennifer’s remnants on her tongue, Holly didn’t stop. She swallowed her pride and doubled down, determined to make him forget anyone else had touched him.
He swung the truck behind the store, parking tight against the curb. They scrambled out, and between the privacy of the open driver and passenger doors, he pulled the mats from the back seat floor and grabbed an old jacket. He laid them out on the asphalt. “Kneel there; it will save your knees.”
Holly dropped to her knees, and she took his cock back into her mouth. She worked him with a frantic, competitive energy until he was thick, hard, and ready to fuck!
He stood Holly up, the metal of the truck door cold against her back as he unbuttons and unzips her pants. With a firm tug, he pulls them down her legs; she steps out of them, and he tosses them into the back seat without a second thought. Her tiny lace panties are next, dropping to the pavement before joining her pants in the truck.
He lifts her up, setting her on the edge of the driver’s seat. Stepping up between her thighs, he finds her soaking wet and waiting. He slowly wiggles the head of his cock through her pussy lips, the friction making her gasp. With each steady push, he slips deeper inside of her, stretching her out until he is buried to the hilt.
Holly wraps her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him against her and burying her face in the crook of his neck. The smell of his neck and the feeling of him filling her pussy makes her dizzy. She leans into his ear, her voice trembling with a mix of relief, hunger, and lust
I’ve been thinking about this all day!” she whispers breathlessly. “Fuck, I didn’t get anything done daydreaming about your cock inside of me.”
The honesty of her confession hits him like a ton of bricks. He gripped the back of the seat with one hand and the steering wheel with the other for leverage. He began to pull back out almost all the way before slamming back in, his hips bruising against hers.
“Is that right?” he rumbles, his hands moving to capture those huge breasts, squeezing them as he establishes a heavy, punishing rhythm. “Better than the daydream, Holly?”
Holly doesn’t stop the dirty talk, her voice rising in pitch with every deep, rhythmic thrust he drives into her. “Your cock feels so good inside of me, Jesus… Your cock was meant to be inside of me!” she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she anchors herself to him.
He slows the pace for a moment, looking down at her blonde hair and flushed face. “Holly,” he says quietly, his voice dropping into a dark, authoritative tone. “Your body was made to have cock in it. A lot of cock at that. We need to branch you out with more men, whether you tell your husband or not. I assume he has no idea I’m dicking you right now, does he?”
The mention of her husband sends a shiver through her that has nothing to do with the cold air. “No… no, he doesn’t know. Is that okay?” she asks, her voice a shaky, timid whisper against his neck.
Smiling as he continued to pump into her, his hips hitting her with a wet, heavy slap. “I don’t give a shit if you tell him or not,” he tells her bluntly. “As long as you want to fuck, I’ll keep doing it with you. After all, he’s in a wheelchair. What’s he going to do? Kick my ass?”
The jab at her husband’s condition makes Holly gasp, and she reaches out to softly slap his arm. “Be nice!” she chides, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, the thrill of the betrayal and his total lack of remorse makes her pussy want him that much more.
He tightens his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he hammers into her with a renewed intensity. The truck was rocking in rhythm with his thrusts. “Nice guys didn’t fuck you in college either, did they?” he said into her ear. “How many dorm room ceilings did you see? How many frat parties did you end up being in the middle of at the end of the night?”
Holly’s head tossed back, her blonde hair messy and her eyes half-closed as she took everything he was giving her. She tried to find her breath, but he doesn’t give her a second of rest.
“It’s my guess you’ve been a dirty little slut since you let that first high school guy pop your cherry,” he continues, his voice dripping with a mix of mockery and desire.
Holly didn’t deny any of it; instead, she let out a long, shaky moan that sounded like an admission. The idea of him seeing right through her—seeing the history she usually keeps hidden behind her “good girl” exterior—makes her core tingle. She feels exposed, not just physically in the open truck door, but completely seen for who she really is.
“You like that, don’t you?” he rasps, sensing her reaction. “Knowing I know exactly what you are.”
Just then, he drove his cock deep inside of her and stayed there, pinning her against the seat. With a guttural groan, he shot a heavy load of cum inside of Holly’s needy pussy.
“Yes, YES!” Holly cried out, her body trembling under the force of his orgasm. “Fuck, I needed this so bad,” she whimpered into his ear, her arms still locked around his neck as the waves of pleasure slowly receded.
When they finally separated, and he stepped back, the cool air hit her skin, and some of his load started to drip out from between her thighs. He didn’t offer her a napkin or a hand; instead, he casually tucked his cock back into his jeans. As Holly reached for her panties to clean herself up and get dressed, he quickly reached out and snatched them from her grasp, stuffing her granny panties into his pocket.
“You can drip into your pants on your drive home to your husband,” he told her with a smirk. “I’m keeping the panties.”
With a roll of her eyes, Holly didn’t argue. She stood up, stepped back into her pants, and pulled them up over her plump, curvy ass, feeling his cum smear against the denim—a reminder of what they’d just done.
The ten-minute drive back to the store parking lot was quiet, the air in the cab heavy with the lingering scent of her lust for him and his cock. Just before he pulled up next to her car to drop her off, he broke the silence.
“Can you take part of Wednesday off?” he asked, his eyes already looking her over as if planning their next session.
Holly didn’t even have to think about it. She looked at him, a smile on her face despite the messy state he’d left her in. “I can take the whole day off if you want,” she said.
“That’s up to you,” he said, his voice flat and commanding. “Be at my place no later than noon on Wednesday and no earlier than 10 am.”
The specific window of time made her stomach flip with a mix of nerves and excitement. She looked at him, trying to read the expression behind his eyes. “What do you have in mind?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
He didn’t give her a hint or a smile. He just leaned over and opened the door for her. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her firmly. “Just have your ass at my house like I told you.”
Holly didn’t push him further. She knew better than to argue when he was in this mood. She gave him a quick, lingering peck on the lips, feeling the stubble on his chin, and then climbed out of the truck. She could feel his cum between her legs—the evidence of his morning with Jennifer on her breath, mixed with his seed—soaking into her jeans as she walked to her car.
The drive home was a blur. Usually, she’d be dreading the quiet evening with her husband, but today, her mind was racing. Every time she shifted in the driver’s seat, she was reminded of her panties tucked away in his pocket and the “branching out” he had mentioned. By the time she pulled into her driveway, her head was spinning with anticipation of what he had planned for her day off.
