Meeting Bob, part 2

I woke up to the phone ringing at 4am. It was Bob. All he said was, “Meet me at the cafe in one hour". It took me a few seconds to register the order, as I hadn’t heard his voice in a few weeks.  I quickly jumped into the shower. A quick shave and a douche. Let's see how long I can hold it in this time. Bob had sent me a new butt plug a few days before. Bigger than the last one he wanted me to wear, with instructions that if he called, I’m to dress in a skimpy top, lace bra, short mini skirt and no panties. And the butt plug in place.

I walked through the cold and dark. I was early, so I ordered 2 coffees. There was little traffic that early, I was dressed like a slut. My skirt just covered everything. I wondered if I was going to the rear of the cafe again, that last encounter still on my mind. I stood close to the fire to get some warmth.  A truck parked on the opposite side of the road and Bob jumped down from the cab. His tight jeans were already strained with his hard cock beneath, which made me take notice. He was right on time.

As he walked over, I handed him a coffee. With no thanks, he took a sip and stood beside me, beside the fire. I went to turn to say hello, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. He smelt so good. He kissed me and I was now wet. He went and got some breakfast, which he ate in silence.

He threw the rubbish into the fire and turned to walk away.  Noticing I wasn’t following, he came back and grabbed my hand. I stumbled trying to keep up with his long strides. Reaching the truck, he opened his door, and told me to get in. I climbed up into the cabin and crawled over to the passenger seat. Noticing my butt plug, he said, “Good girl, doing as you’re told”, and gave me a playful slap on my bum. It was nice and warm inside the cabin. He got in and closed his door. I dare not ask him where we were going.

As we left, we both sat in silence, staring at the road ahead. The sun was just starting to rise, and although I’d driven this road before many times over the years, I noted cattle, sheep, canola crops and the beautiful bush in between. It was a good hours drive to the nearest town. Not a word was said.

When we reached near the town, he took the bypass around. There was a truck stop along that road. He turned the truck into the parking lot, pulled up alongside the other trucks there and turned the ignition off. Taking our seatbelts off, he ran his hand up my thigh, from my knee, to my aching pussy, almost touching it. He was still noticeably hard in his jeans. He undid the top button and unzipped his fly.  I wanted to taste him, smell his scent, and give him something to remember.

I leant over to lick the head of his cock, staring into his eyes. Both sucking and licking, I then started to lick the shaft, popping the head back into my mouth occasionally. He grabbed the back of my head, and forced my mouth down, engulfing it all. I started to dribble, he let me up. Then shoved my mouth onto his cock again, all the way in. He let me go. He told me to get on all fours on the passenger seat, looking out the window. My everything all exposed, right in front of him. I was so wet. I hoped he didn’t mind. He turned me on by just looking at me. His strong body, his strength, his gentleness just at the right time.

I could feel his breath, so close to my pussy. He told me to keep looking ahead and not utter any sound. I felt his tongue, and I felt my skirt getting moved out of the way. His tongue licked from my lower back, down my arse,  around the butt plug. Still feeling his breath, he slid his tongue in, parting my pussy lips apart, and licking up to my clit. I couldn’t control my urges and cum in his waiting mouth. He knew what he was doing. He did it well. Sucking all my juices up, he stopped and took his jeans off.

He opened his door, which let a cool breeze fill the cabin. It puzzled me, we were so nice and warm. He told me to turn around again to face him. That’s when I saw 3 guys standing outside, rubbing their cocks,  which were hard in their hands. He reached around and put 2 fingers in my pussy. I was still so wet. He took them out and put them in my mouth. Yum. After I cleaned them, he lubed them up again in my pussy. He slowly pulled the butt plug out. It was so much bigger than the first one he asked me to wear. He slid it so slowly, I could feel it stretching me. As the widest part opened me up, he went even slower. It felt good.

He told me to hop on his cock, facing the windscreen. I wanted to see his face, he wanted my pussy. He grabbed my hips and positioned me over his hard cock. Just with the tip of his cock teasing me, he pushed me straight down. All the way, all in one push. It took my breath away for a second. I could feel every vein, every inch and I enjoyed it so much, I wanted to cum again. With his hands getting tighter on my hips, he started grinding into me. My cleanly shaved pussy being extra sensitive to his stubbly pubes. He must have shaved his cock a few days ago. He knows I like it rough.

I had forgotten about the onlookers. I heard one moan and I looked at him. He shot a huge load over the gravel. He squeezed the last bit out, put it back in his jeans, zipped up and walked away. It made me smile.

Bob was still happy with the rhythm we were in, him gyrating and me trying to match. I folded my legs up beside his thighs. I leant over the steering wheel, using it to hang onto.  He quickened the pace and stopped, holding me on, deep inside me. He used his fingers to moisten them with my juices. He gently pushed 2 fingers in my arse and moved them in every direction. Stretching me so he can get his cock in. All the time, not a movement from his cock in my pussy.

He lifted my hips again, and pressed his cock in the entrance of my tight arse. Still holding my hips, he inched slowly in. His cock was covered in my cum, so it went in smoothly. The 2 guys left came closer to see better. Bob asked if they wanted a go, and laughed. He wasn’t going anywhere. Using my legs, I started slowly easing his cock in and out my arse. Wow, pure bliss. I started putting my fingers in my pussy and rubbing my clit with my thumb, perfect. I may as well enjoy him too. As he started thrusting harder and even more deeply, one of the guys let out a very loud moan and I looked down to see him cum all over his fingers, dripping it on the ground. Bob leant forward, pulled my neck back, taking a tight grip, and whispered in my ear, “ one more to go".

The last guy stood on the step of the truck to get closer. Bob just laughed. I felt him stiffen, he started pumping quicker up my arse, and before I had a chance to cum, he shot his load deep inside me. We sat still for a few seconds, his hands still holding my hips. I turned to see the last guy zipping up his pants, cum puddle in front of him from the other 2 guys and himself.

Still sitting with his cock inside me, he reached around and pulled my bra down. The skimpy top didn’t hide anything now. He then pulled my hard nipples and twisted them. Mmm, I loved it. “Harder" I uttered, which made him stop for a second. “What did you say?” He said. I didn’t answer. I knew not to answer.

I pulled my knees up so I was balancing on my feet. I slowly let go of his still hard cock and went to get off him. He pushed his cock back up my pussy.  Yes please. I’m still wanting to cum again. I didn’t want to let that hard cock go to waste. He started thrusting roughly this time. Still grabbing my tits, he used them to control my movements. He stopped and leant over to close the door. He turned the heater on and started grinding his cock in me again. Sensing I was going to cum soon, he held me tight and stopped moving. His enveloping arms were comforting, and teasing at the same time. He wasn’t going to let me cum again. How frustrating, I thought. He just laughed and let me off.

He found the butt plug and told me to open my mouth. With his load still in me, he moistened it with my tongue and gently, slowly, reinserted it all the way. Giving it an extra deep push, he said, “good girl” and slapped my butt.

Grabbing a towel from behind his seat, he told me to clean up. His hard wet cock still standing tall. He grabbed his jacket and gave it to me.  He told me to put it on and go get some more food. “Money is in the pocket, be quick". I jumped down from the cab into the chilly morning.  The sun was up now, and it felt good on my legs. I tugged my skirt down as I walked across the parking lot. I quickly grabbed some snacks and ran back to the truck.

Bob was slowly wanking himself when I climbed back up into the passenger seat.  He told me to put the snacks on the floor and get my mouth onto his cock. Using one hand to hold him, my mouth to fuck, and my arse showing to the outside world again, I put all my efforts in to get a mouthful of cum down my throat. It was so quick, thick and delicious. I didn’t spill a drop. My reward. He lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. His soft lips, his aftershave, made me feel sexy. He used my towel to clean up. Pulled his jeans back on and zipped up.

He ate some of the snacks and drank some water. Offering some to me, he told me to put my seatbelt on, as he did his. “Okay" he said. "You deserve a shopping trip."