Tracey at the Truck Stop

A couple more thrusts and he was done. She almost fell to her knees and had to grab the truck when he let her go. He turned from her and shoved his pecker in his pants. She heard the zipper as he said. "Thanks, I needed that. And from the way you was shaking it seems you did too. I'll be back this way next Thursday if you want more."

She turned to look at him. He was holding his fingers under his nose and smelling her. She thought she was going to throw up. She pushed away from the truck realizing that her skirt was still up and her just fucked ass was on display. She pushed it down and staggered to her car. She leaned against the steering wheel and cried. Not only had she cheated on her husband, she had lost her anal virginity with a stranger. But the worst was the loss of control. She liked the way he treated her. She came from the way he treated her. She was a truckstop whore and he treated her like one. That was the end of her public show and tell sessions.

Her marriage to Bob ended soon after. She went for a couple drinks after her finals at school. On the way home she had an accident. Bob came to the hospital. THe first words out of his mouth were not, are you alright? Or, are you hurt bad? Or, I was worried. No. The first thing Bob said to her in the hospital was - "Did you pass?"

Tracey knew then it was over. She was on her own.