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CD Adventures Truckers

By: yumacd



My wife and I are 30 years-old and have been married 5 years. My wife had to travel to the Mid-West to visit her Aunt who was sick and needed some help. She took two weeks off work, and in kidding told me to behave myself before she left. The first night she was gone I decided to try something I had never done before. 

I'm a closet crossdresser, something my wife has no clue I do.  I started a few years ago. It began with a pair of my wife's panties and in three years has grown into a big box of clothes I've been able to hide in our attic. 

My first purchase was a little black skirt, the kind all women are supposed to have one of in their closet. Today it's almost a full wardrobe, including wigs, stockings, lingerie and accessories. Recently it has come to include various makeup supplies. Goodwill has become my best friend.

Now to the story of my first CD Adventure....

I live in Portland, Oregon. In the north part of town is an infamous truck stop. The reason it's unique is because it has a kick-ass Country Western bar that is part of the truck stop along with a hotel and restaurant. Now this might not seem strange in the real world but in the world of truckers it is.  You see it's not very safe to mix booze with over-the-road trucking. It's very rare in the US to have this type of combination at the same location.

I've never tried dressing before in public and I thought with my wife out of town it was the perfect opportunity to try it. The bar at the truck stop is well known for having a hooker-trade. My plan was to get dressed up like a slut and just mossy into the bar and see if maybe I could pick up some drunk trucker, too blind to tell I wasn't perfect. Oh yea, until now, I've never had sex with anything other than my left hand when dressed. 

So I packed a couple of outfits in a travel bag, threw them in the backseat and took off to find me a trucker.  The thought of hooking up with a CDL driver and having him take me back to his truck and blowing him in his sleeper was a fantasy so intense I almost blew my own load leaving my driveway.

It was a Saturday night and the place was packed. I parked in the shadows and in the backseat I changed into a very short leather skirt, stockings and pink top. Under my top I chose a thin lacy bra with B-cup 'wonder breasts'; the model with the nice nipples.  My makeup wasn't perfect because of the conditions.  It was a neat feeling, thinking I was doing what a thousand other girls had done before in their car outside some bar getting ready to party, knowing they might be meeting and having sex with a strange man.  

Trust me I'm far from passable; but in a dark bar where the patrons are drunk and horny, I figured I could get by. I had thought this through and felt that as long as I was honest about what I was and didn't take myself too serious that I could probably make it home alive.

For my CD sisters who have done this before, they'll all tell you that the first time you ever try this in public is a mixed bag of emotions. From fear to excitement to empowerment that you are actually trying to pull off the girl-thing is something that makes the fantasy to reality a must-do if you ever feel there's a girl inside you.

As I walked into the bar, my stomach flipped when I came to the awareness that this was no game. The band was playing a loud county tune and everywhere I looked there were pockets of loud men and women dancing and partying hard.

Most of the girls were prettier than I figured, but they seemed to have a tough edge to them. The guys were beefier and rougher looking than I thought they would be. I guess fantasy and reality are never what you perceive.

I saw the end stool empty at the bar and hustled over to it. Even though the bar was busy the bartender, a cute 20-something, quickly came over and asked me what I wanted. I guess it pays to be a girl sometimes. 

I looked for a light in his eyes that told me he knew what I was, but I saw nothing there. Skipping my usual micro-brew, I opted for a white wine instead. When cute-guy delivered it, I started searching in the little clutch purse I had for some money; but before I could find some cash a big black hand threw a $5 bill on the counter and the man who owned the big hand said...

"It's on me, Son; that is if the little lady isn't opposed to me buying her a drink?"  

Standing beside me was one of the biggest guys I've ever been next to. He had to be 6'6" and as wide as a refrigerator.  He had a real gentle look on his face and a smile that had probably stole the hearts of many barflies in the past. I turned to the bartender to tell him it was okay, but he was gone and so was the $5.  

"Thanks for the drink." I said sheepishly.  Although very nervous, I tried to flash a big smile to let the big bear know I really appreciated his gesture. 

"You don't dance do you?" He said smiling as he held out his hand for me to take. 

Without thinking I placed my little hand in his big hand. One of my fantasies was that sometime tonight I'd get the chance to dance with a real man. A man who might think I'm pretty enough to ask and maybe hold me tight. Well I was about to get my wish.

Walking to the dance floor I noticed the difference between us. I'm 5'9" and weigh about 145 lbs. Skinny or thin would describe me. My new partner was simply huge. I had consciously wore low 4" heels in case I was going to do any dancing and standing next to Mr. Bear I got these submissive vulnerable feelings that probably a lot of girls get in the same situation.

The music was a little fast for close dancing, but 'my man' seemed to have only holding me on his mind. He pulled me to him the moment we hit the floor. His size intimidated the other dancers enough that we were given our own space in the middle of all the hot bodies.  

For those CDs who have never danced with a man before let me tell you it's pretty special.  My guy was so big there was no place to put my arms and hands except around his neck. This means his hands are wrapped around your waist. Our size difference meant I had to reach up some to be able to hold on. I'm sure the hem of my little skirt was raised so high that my panties were showing, but I didn't care. I was living the dream I had hoped for. I was dancing with a guy. He was holding me tight, and when he nuzzled my neck I thought of nothing but this warm sensual feeling that's hard to describe in words. 

"You smell nice baby," he whispered.

Baby, he called me baby. This was getting better by the minute. Then I felt it.  I'm calling it "it", because it felt like just a big lump between us. I knew it was his cock, but I couldn't decipher any shape to it.

Before this went too far I knew I had to make sure he knew what I really was.

"Thanks, it's called Siren, it's Paris Hilton's new perfume. Listen before this goes too far, I need to let you know something about me. I'm not really a..."

He put his lips to my ear, "Hush baby, I know what you are, that's why I chose you. And if you don't mind me saying, I think you are the prettiest girl in here."  Then he squeezed me tight and put his tongue in my ear. Not forcefully, but gently and I felt my own cock stir in my panties.

'Mind'...

I felt so little being held by him and I was having all these feelings like most girls get all their lives except I was getting them all for the first time and all at once. Very out-of-body and very cool.

"Thanks, what's your name big boy," I tried to say as cocky as possible.

"Hank," he chuckled, knowing I was trying to act the bar slut.

"I'm Kelli, and you are the best dancer I've ever been with," I said while I nibbled on his earlobe. His lump jumped and I instantly realized what an effect a woman could have on a man if she knows what she's doing, which of course, I didn't.

I felt his hand slip down to my butt and I knew this game because my wife sometimes plays it with me. So when I felt his hand start to caress my ass I split my legs a little and straddled Hank's big thick leg and started grinding myself on him. 

I knew the music was playing but I couldn't hear it any longer. It was all about my man's caresses and me humping what I hoped would be my first real lover.

"Baby, they know me here. I think we better take this out to my truck before we get kicked out."

Oh shit!! Fantasy is one thing but actually taking this to the next level made me nervous. First off the only thing to go into my ass had been my wife's skinny little 5" blue dildo. But what really scared me was the realization that once Hank got going there was no way I was going to be able to stop him, let alone even control him.  Walking in the parking lot, I think Hank saw the fear on my face.

"No need to be nervous baby, I promise to be good to you."

I looked in his face and that same smile was there when I first saw him. I had a gut feeling that he'd be true to his word, and that no what the level of his passion, he'd be thinking about my concerns.

I stopped him and put my arms around his neck and I looked him dead in the eyes. "Hank, I want you to know this is the first time for me. I've been fantasizing about doing something like this for years. I've had a mental picture of a big strong guy taking my cherry but I never had a face to put to the body until tonight. Seeing the way you look at me is making my toes curl. I want you to know I'll do whatever I can to please you. There's just one thing I want you to promise" 

"What's that baby?"

God, every time he calls me baby, my cock jumps.  Focus girl. 

"Hank, my fantasy doesn't have my man treating me like I was made of glass. I've dreamed about being with a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. This may sound weird, but if there's anyway you could treat me like a common slut, it would make me the happiest girl in the world."

He gave me that smile again. Then he pulled me close to him and with his eyes open he kissed me. It was a gentle kiss to start but we both had the same idea and soon our tongues were probing deep in each other's mouth. 

With my arms locked around Hank's neck it left my body open for his hands to roam over me. Our tongues were soon exploring new territory and Hank's hands were on their own exploration.  I could feel his cock jabbing me in my stomach. I rubbed up against it to tease him and I heard him moan a little. He was so charged up, if he had had a condom handy he would have probably fucked me right there in the parking lot. 

Luckily Hank gained control enough to pull away from the death grip I had around his neck and led us over to his truck. It was a Peterbilt, bright shiny red and big, just like my guy. He unlocked the door and reached in for a small bag.

"Baby, I'm going back in to take a shower so I'm fresh for you. Why don't you make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a jiffy," he said, then he slapped my ass hard and started strolling back to the bar. 

Ouch, I thought, but then I remembered I told Hank to treat me like a slut and I realized he just did; so I smiled at him and said in my best country twang, "don't be too long sugar." Then I giggled.  Whoa...I giggled, just like a girl, this was getting way cool.

Hum, you learn something new each day; I never knew truck stops had showers.  I made the decision that I wanted to surprise Hank so I hustled to my car and grabbed my bag and climbed in the truck and scooted back into the sleeper. 

The sleeper... It was kind of like I imagined it would be. Mostly bed. In a corner there was a small TV with a DVD player and a shelf with some books. As quickly as I could, I changed into this little lingerie-thing I bought a while back. It was a bustier with attaching garters, animal print and a scooping front with a little thong that runs between my ass cheeks. 

"Accessibility" would be the describing phrase. I opted to not wear any fake breasts; I felt they'd only get in the way. Hank knew what I was and I somehow figured Hank was more Bi than straight or gay so he was probably as comfortable with the man part of me as much as the girl part I was pretending to be.

The moment he laid eyes on me I knew I was right. "My God you are one hot number baby." He declared when he crawled back in the sleeper and first saw me.

His thick curly hair was still damp and he smelled Irish Spring fresh. I wanted to let him know that I was his for the taking so I kind of I threw myself in his arms and started kissing him with the same passion that we had when we were in the parking lot.

He pulled me to him and when I felt his big warm hand on my bare ass I jumped a little.

"Don't worry baby, you're going to love what's going to happen tonight."

That's when it dawned on me that Hank was black. Not ethnically but genetically. That whole 'big black cock' theory was tumbling through my head. I'd felt his lump enough to know that Hank was naturally excited to be with me. I knew it was time to start some explorations of my own. 

I pushed him back so he landed on his elbows. He had on a T-shirt and some jeans with some boots. I flipped myself around so my thong covered ass hung by his face while I worked off his boots. 

He slapped my ass hard a few times as I worked his boots off. In no time I had his shirt off. We exchanged kisses the whole time I was stripping him down.  Stripping my man down...wow, what a feeling.

His chest was massive. With his clothes on in the bar I had judged him to be in his 40's, but his body looked weightlifter-huge, totally tight and bulgy.  His forearms were as big as my thighs. 

I must have got that nervous look again. "Come 'er baby," he said and then cradled me to his warm chest and gave me the sweetest gentlest kiss yet as he caressed my neck and shoulders. 

Did I get lucky or what? 

I wanted to somehow thank him for taking his time with me so I got down between his legs and undid his pants and I got my first look at his cock as I pealed down his pants.

Shit!!, Shit!!, Shit!!

He was hard as a rock and his cock must have been 9" and as thick as my wrist. Shit!!

"Be good to it baby and it will be good to you," he chuckled and smiled.

My first real cock and attached to a real man, my man I thought. 

I knew we had all night but I couldn't hold back. I reached up and slowly ran the flat part of my hand up and down the bottom part of Hank's thick warm shaft curving my fingers around the bulbous head.  There was some pre-cum so I spread it all around the tip. More pre-cum seemed to come out as I did this. The slit at the end was so big I could almost fit my little finger into it so I tried. When it got to my first knuckle, Hank jumped and moaned. I pulled my hand away long enough to taste the slick liquid, sweet.  Boy, this was fun.  

His cock was so smooth and soft, yet rock-hard underneath.  I know what I like, so I just did what came natural. My hands grasped his cock and I noticed my fingers didn't go all the way around it. Shit!!

The purple mushroom head was really mushroom-like. Not like mine, which has just a little ridge. The flange of Hank's cock extended about a half inch from the shaft. Soon I had both my hands rubbing up and down his hot cock. I'd slip my thumb and forefinger over and back across the flange and sometimes just teased it softly. 

Hank's hips were moving in harmony with my manipulations.  I felt I had control, but I knew better that to assume that little old me could ever think of controlling a big man like Hank. I knew soon he'd tire of my teasing.

His ball sack was huge. I couldn't get my hand to hold it all. My hands were just stroking and grabbing and squeezing and I guess I was lost in the moment. After a while I looked up to see Hank just staring and smiling at me. 

"God you are big Hank."

"Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle when the time comes."

Then he pulled me to him and kissed me. I still had my hands on his cock and as he kissed me I pushed my body forward and held his hot cock to my chest and gyrated my body so I was fucking him with my breasts. Or whatever us CD's call our chests. It was the first time in my life I wished I had real tits.

He put his hand on the top of my head and forced me down to his cock. I knew he was complying with my wishes to treat me like a slut, but it was still cool to be forced by this big strong alpha-male that would soon be my lover. 

"Suck me baby." He demanded.

In front of me was my first real cock. I felt fortunate that my first cock was a big one and attached to a nice guy also. A guy that would let me play with it as long as I wanted.

With no hands, I snaked my tongue out as far as I could and started licking around the head like I was licking an ice cream cone. Tasting the collected pre-cum and coating the whole head with my saliva. I'd seen porn stars spit on their partner's cock and I figured out early that the bigger the cock the more saliva you needed to allow your mouth to slide up and down it while trying hard to swallow it, all at the same time. I had no illusions that it could be deep-throated, but I tried my best to get as much as I could down my throat being cautious to watch my teeth. 

I could hear Hank moaning the whole time. He put both his hands on my head and sort of guided me as I pistoned my jaw up and down his long shaft. A couple of times Hank forced my head down on this cock and made me choke a little.  

The first time he did it I got a little scared. But Hank would ease the pressure on my head the moment I started to gag. I realized this was his way of treating me like the slut I had dreamed of; but I also think it's the way a real man shows his dominance over his woman. Every time he did it I knew he was the one in charge and I also realized I liked the feeling of his superiority over me. 

My cock is too small to do this with my wife so I have never had the chance to learn this aspect of sex. Speaking of my cock, the whole time I was sucking Hank I was laying on my stomach with my legs up. I kept rubbing my hard little cock on Hank's bed cover humping just like a slut. The friction against my silk thong was way cool. I know my bare ass was there for Hank to see the whole time I sucked him. Every once in a while, Hank would lean over and spank me. This would force my cock into the bed and every time he did it I squealed like a little girl from the pain and pleasure I got.

I added my hands to the mix and even with two hands I couldn't cover his whole cock. The parts that were exposed I covered with my mouth. I could really feel Hank's hips moving and I was having a hard time holding on. I knew where this was going and I felt if I kept up this pace I'd soon get my first mouthful of cum.

"Hold on baby," Hank said as he lifted me from his cock. "Your ass has been teasing me too long, it's time to give it up babe."

"What my little ass?" I teased as I jumped up to kiss him. I was hoping he wasn't shy about tasting his cock on my lips. I landed with my groin between his stomach and his huge cock. I could feel it riding up my butt crack.

There was no worry about Hank rejecting my kisses. He forced his tongue so far down my throat he almost choked me. 

He had a hold of my hips and was working my ass crack up and down his cock. I was putty in his hands. My flimsy thong would hold no resistance if he wanted to fuck me now. 

Reality instantly struck. Condoms. Safe Sex. Protection. As much as I wanted to try Hank bareback I knew I had to be very careful to protect me as well as my wife.  

He knew me well already.

"Baby to be a trucker you have to take periodic physicals. I just had mine the other day and I'm clean if you want to do this the natural way?"

I pulled away and told him that I had never done this before, so I knew I was clean.

A silent conversation passed between us and we both knew it would be okay. I put my arms around him and gave him the hottest kiss I could to let him know I was now his for the taking. Complete submission is something you never get to feel as a guy. But when you're dressed and pretending to be a girl it's a way-cool feeling.


CD Adventures Truckers Ch. 02a



Author's note: The positive response to my first story was great to receive...thanks. Part 2 has two pieces to it...A & B. 

Part 2A: Portland to Bakersfield

I turned....

At least four things went through my mind the moment I heard Hank ask me to go along with him. 

- One my wife was gone for at least 2 weeks so that was no problem. 

- Two, with wireless connection and my laptop I could take my job on the road. 

- Three, I had hardly any clothes in my bag that I was carrying. All the clothes in the bag were girl clothes; my boy clothes were in the back seat of my car.

- Four, my ass (oops, my pussy) was on fire and now stinging a bit from Hank's big cock taking my virginity just moments earlier. 

Who's Hank you ask...he's the trucker that just asked me, a somewhat passable CD, to go along with him on a 'road trip'.

Spinning around to talk to him while thinking about those four situations, I turned right into him. 

"I thought I better escort you to your car, you never know what could happen to a pretty lady like you all alone at night in a truck stop parking lot." 

What a gentleman. He not only makes my first real fuck the best I could have ever hoped for. Now he's being the perfect date offering to walk me to my car. It's not love I'm feeling here, but a strong 'like'. Could I have got luckier meeting him?

He must have seen the confusion on my face. He stepped back and put his big hands on my shoulders and looked deeply in my eyes, quietly studying me as I looked up to him. "Baby, you look a little strange, are you okay?" He asked softly.

Feeling his touch again brought my thoughts back to my tingling and also slightly sore pussy. Actually thinking of my ass as my pussy, made my spent cock jump a little. 'Could this night get any better'?

Looking up into Hank's eyes reminded me why I wanted to try this 'public dressing thing' in the first place. My ultimate goal had been to pull off a woman's appearance enough to get a big macho guy like Hank to just smile at me. 

But now, not only had I got that smile; I also got the chance to live out a bunch of my CD fantasies. Fantasies I never thought possible; but that were turned into reality because I was lucky enough to hook up with a true bi-sexual like Hank. 

"Hank, were you serious?" I asked, staring directly in his deep brown eyes. 

"About asking you to join me on my normal run, you bet." He said matter of factly.

"Can we talk about it first before I decide?" I asked.

"Sure, do you want to go back in the bar or what?"

He was dressed in his jeans and a T-shirt. God his arms and chest are huge I thought. I got a little tingle in my pussy again, recounting the vision of his big body on top of me when we were fucking. "If it's okay, can we just go back into your truck?"

As he was helping me into the cab on the passenger side, I felt his hand first on my butt, then trailing down my leg as I got in. Sweet, I thought. I started to get excited all over again. As I settled into the leather seat and looked down at my stocking covered legs and heels, and still feeling the touch of Hank's fingers on my legs, I knew right then I was going to do this. 

"Hank, I haven't thought this all through yet, but if I join you there's a few things I think we need to talk about."

"No problem Baby, let's talk, but I gotta be honest, the moment you stop talking I'm going to do my best to get you back in the sleeper." He smiled teasingly.

I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. By this time, what little makeup I had started the evening with was almost gone. My wig probably needed some combing. I'm sure I looked half as pretty as when we first met. But here he was, still making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. This guy was great.

Getting my thoughts together, "Alright let me ask a few questions just so I know what's what, okay?" 

"Shoot."

"Hank, if I do this, can you really get me back here in 5 days?"

"Yes."

"Okay," I said slowly, stalling to ask my next question correctly. 

"We both know underneath all the wardrobe I'm a guy. During the 5 days, I think it's going to be impossible to be a girl for you the whole time."

"That's no problem, if you haven't suspected by now, I'm kind of all over the board when it comes to sex."

"I figured that." I said with a giggle, remembering the expert blowjob he had just given me, swallowing as well.

I can't believe I just giggled. I guess it's the clothes and being around a bigger and more dominant man that makes a guy like me think and act like a girl.

"I'll need to go home to get a few things for the trip."

"Are you really joining me?" Hank asked, looking at me like a little boy who's dad just said he could have a puppy.

I smiled as big as I could and said, "Only if you promise to treat me like you did earlier tonight for the whole trip." I giggled again when I said this, but on purpose.

"You gotta be kidding me," he flatly stated. "Baby, you'll be lucky to see anything but the sleeper from Portland to Bakersfield." 

Then he pulled me to him in his driver's seat and kissed me, his tongue desperately seeking mine. My arms just naturally just went up around his neck. I knew we were going to fuck again.

Some real sexy thoughts ran through my head as we kissed. I let my hand reach down to feel his big hard cock in his jeans. I could tell it was cramped, but for some reason I wanted to tease Hank a little. So I only gently trailed my fingers up and down his shaft. I could hear him moan. Our kisses were getting hotter. 

This kissing a guy was real new for me, Hank being my first. It really is something different and more exciting than I thought it would be. Never before have I been kissed by a person who was so 'in charge' and 'in control' of my body and mind when I've kissed. It's nothing like kissing a girl. There have been times in my life when I've kissed aggressive women who were very drunk and horny, and had nothing on their minds but sex. But even those experiences pale in comparison to kissing a very large horny man who wants nothing but to fuck you. 

While he's kissing you his hands are all over you. His nice caresses soon change into rough groping. As the kisses get hotter his fingers start twisting your nipples (a personal favorite of mine). Soon he's forcing his hand between your legs, which isn't really necessary because that's where I want them anyway.

My big, black, bisexual Hank, not only gets his hand between my legs, but continues all the way underneath my balls and works a finger beneath my panties and snakes it into my pussy (way cool). And all the time this is happening I'm being kissed by what seems like a 'starving man' foraging for food somewhere in my mouth.

Author Side Note: This kissing thing is so cool you can't really describe it as a writer. My sophomoric writing here is no comparison for the real thing. I can say this, if you're a CD and you have had thoughts and desires to actually kiss a guy while you're dressed, don't sit at home masturbating about it any longer...get out there and go for it.

Back to the truck cab...

Our kisses get more and more intense. Despite the fact that my pussy is still pretty sore from being fucked by Hank earlier, I know I want to do it again. I know Hank wants to fuck me also. 

Am I suppose to play the submissive chick here and wait until my man does the asking or am I supposed to let him know verbally that I want to get fucked as bad as him?

This being a girl is a little more difficult than being the regular me. As a guy you just go with the flow, almost always seeming in control of the situation. But I'm real aware that a girl can screw up a relationship by injuring the sexual ego of her guy. 

Whoa...did I just think 'relationship'? What the fuck is happening here?

Hank's finger fucking is starting to hurt a little because I don't have enough lube down there. I think to myself, it's time to take charge myself. In the past, Kelli has masturbated many times lying on her bed, dressed, thinking about similar moments just like this one. Sometimes I was the demure woman being taken by her big strong guy; and other times Kelli was a true slut. I decided to try playing the slut role, just a little, to see what kind of reaction I got. 

I bit down hard, but not too hard, on Hank's big lower lip and also grabbed his 9" bulging cock as hard as I could through his jeans.

"What the..?" 

"Hank, stop for a second please."

He pulled back a little, and in doing so pulled his finger from my pussy. 

"No you don't big guy, put that finger back." I said sternly. 

As his finger slid back into me, I kissed him on the lips softly to let him know he'd done nothing wrong.

"Hank if I'm going on this trip, you need to understand a couple of things about me. First, I told you before you don't have to treat me like some namby-pamby girlfriend. I want you to always think of me as your sure-thing fuck. When you get horny and want to fuck then just take me, got it?"

"Got it." He answered slowly.

"Second if I don't please you for some reason, then just pull me over your knees and spank me silly 'til I get it right."

"Really," he said a little sheepishly. 

"Yes really," I said directly so he knew I was serious. "I've never had the chance you're giving me to live out my fantasy to actually be a trucker's woman. You'd ruin it for me if you treated me any different."

"I think I understand, but you need to know something about me."

"Okay..."

"I always treat my lovers with respect. But I can play your game and act 'the big tough trucker' if you want. I just want you to know it's not really me, but me trying to make it better for you. One thing's for sure though, there will be times when I'm going to step out of this role you've concocted for me. And when I do, I want to get what I was hoping for when I asked you to go along with me."

"What were you hoping for, Hank?" I asked curiously, never thinking there could be more than sex he might want.

"I could tell the moment I saw you and also after our first few kisses you had a real passion inside you to play the girl for a guy like me. Actually it's got me hot, thinking I was the one to unleash it. I also know you're not the perfect-passable girl like some of the other girls I've played with."

That stung a little, but I didn't want to interrupt Hank, he seemed on a roll here. 

"My hope is that over the next 5 days I get to experience all the passion you got stored up inside you. But more than that, I'm always intrigued with guys that are bold enough to live out their fantasies to be girls. It takes a lot of guts to not be the most perfect and walk into a public situation."

"What's your point Hank?"

"Kelli, most of the time I only play with TS's for a short time, never more than a few hours This is tough to say, and I don't want to scare you off, but I always thought my next long-term relationship would be with a girl like you. Who knows what can happen after 5 days together?"

Well I didn't see that coming. It was the first time he used my name so I knew he was being sincere. I couldn't believe it though. Only a few hours ago I was just hoping to get some guy to smile at me; now it seems all it would take would be a few drinks and a trip across the Nevada State Line and I could become a bride.

I kissed Hank as nice as I could on the cheek. "Hank, I'm married, no I take that back, I'm happily married."

"Oh." He said surprised and a little disappointed.

"Yea sorry; maybe it's better if I just head on home."

I could see Hank's mind was working overtime after I laid my marriage status on him. "Kelli, I believe things happen for a reason..." He started. 

"...what if I promise to play the 'big tough trucker' for you for the next 5 days? And in return you promise that during the trip you open up to me about why you're doing what you're doing.

"Maybe the reason we met tonight is so I can learn from you. Learn and understand what you're about; which might help me if and when I ever meet the 'TS of my dreams' down the road sometime."

I just looked at him and realized I had a real sensitive guy here. A guy that was willing to help make my fantasies a reality. And all he wanted in return was to learn what was locked in my CD head. I felt that was the least I could do.

Without too much thought I answered, "Yes." And then I kissed him real hard to let him know I thought his idea was going to be good for both of us. 

His return kiss was nice, but I could tell this serious conversation had definitely killed our mood. Crap! 

I could tell he felt it too.

Then he looked at me with a funny smile on his face, "Baby, would you reach back in the sleeper and get my hat for me?"

A strange request; but I guess now that we had decided the trip was on, this seemed like as good a time as any to prove I'd do whatever my man told me to do. So I started crawling back between the seats and in an instant Hank shoved his meaty arm on the back of my neck and forced my face into the mattress. 

He was holding me down with one arm forcefully; and then I felt him lift my skirt and pull down my panties.

'Oh shit I thought'

"Baby, I want you to know that you are never to bite my lip again."

SMACK..."ouch"

SMACK..."owee"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK..."ow, ow, ow"

My cries of protest were muffled in the mattress. I don't think Hank held back, his spanking really hurt. After about 15 spanks I felt them. And I couldn't believe it.

Tears were running down my cheeks. Real ones. My man was giving me a spanking for something I probably deserved. And not only were there tears, but I was also excited. My cock was rock hard. 

Here I was, not just play-acting the submissive girl to a guy, I really was one. A dominant and much bigger guy than me had chosen a spanking to arouse our passion again. But more important than that, he was making sure I knew my place in our new relationship. And despite the pain and the girly-tears the spankings produced, I was more excited than I had ever been before; knowing I was actually living out my dream to be a trucker's woman.

The spankings finally stopped, and I was still crying a little. Hank lifted his arm from my neck. I looked over my shoulder. Shit, he was taking his jeans down and I could see his cock was huge, almost angry looking. The look in Hank's face was not so much rage, but a ferocity that told me he was not play-acting the 'big tough trucker'. The spankings had got him as hot as they had got me. The look in his eyes told me there was nothing I could do to stop what was going to happen next.

I quickly looked in the sleeper and found the tube of lube. I sort of tossed it back over my shoulder and pleaded, "Please honey?"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

"Ouch."

"Nice ass Nice red ass you got there baby, perfect for fucking."

That's when it hit me. This was not going to be the nice pussy-fuck Hank had shown me before. This was gong to be a hard ass-pounding that a man gives his naughty bitch when he wants to show her who's boss.

A little scared, I reached up and grabbed a hold of the sheets and put my face in the mattress. The phrase 'be careful what you wish for' was running though my head.

I felt a lubed finger being shoved hard in my ass hole; thank you Lord. But there was no tenderness to it. It wasn't the slow gentle probing he had done earlier when he took my virginity. His pants were just dropped down to his thighs. I could feel the rough material against the back of my own thighs as he moved up to his target.

He pulled his finger out and I thought he might add one or two more fingers to stretch me out to accommodate him, but I somehow knew that wasn't going to happen. That would have lessened my pain. And causing me some pain was part of his plan and our game.

"Ow, ow, ow, SHIT!!!"

"That's right baby, that's the man cock you feel that's going to be fucking you for the next 5 days."

He pushed hard and bottomed out in seconds. It surprised me, there wasn't as much pain as I thought. I mean there was pain, but not like a killer-pain. Most of the pain centered around my opening.

He was pumping me hard. I could feel his big balls slapping my balls. His breathing became labored. Receiving his pounding was almost an out-of-body experience for me. The entrance pain somehow eventually subsided to just an ache, but the feeling deep inside my bowels went from an achy weirdness to extreme pressure and then finally to a wonderful feeling of fullness with each added push. 

Hank is a big guy and his hard fucking soon had his big heavy body squashing me against the mattress. My now somewhat hard cock was being rubbed raw against the bed sheet. His whole weight was on me. Never had I felt so little and submissive before.

The pounding just kept on and on. I could feel the tears now streaming down my face. I was starting to get the same thoughts that many women must get when they're in the same situation; when is he gonna cum so this can end?

He was really breathing hard now and grunting. And it came to me in an instant. 

I started begging forgiveness, "Honey, I'm so sorry for biting your lip. Please, please, I promise I'll never do it again. Please let me make it up to you."

That's all it took. He slowly came out of his 'tough guy' role and started kissing my ear. Thankfully, the pounding of my ass stopped also.

Luckily, before my ass became mush, I figured out Hank was too sensitive to rape a person's ass and have an orgasm doing it. 

"Oh honey..."

Where did this 'honey thing' come from? I never call my wife honey. I think Hank liked it though, so I laid it on thick.

"Oh honey, if you get off me, I know I can make it up to you."

He pulled out of me and pushed on his arms to give me some room. I turned over; oh was my ass going to be sore tomorrow.

I pulled him down to me and we started kissing again. He could tell I had been crying.

"Oh Baby, I'm sorry for hurting you..."

"Hank stop, please don't blow it. It was perfect." And then we started kissing again. The same kind of kisses that now instantly gets me hard.

"Honey, let me thank you for the spankings." I teased.

He seemed confused. I pulled him in the sleeper. His beautiful 9" cock was still rock hard. God, I can't believe that whole thing was just inside me. I laid him on his back and admired the beauty of his cock...long and smooth and as thick as my wrist. He has a mushroom head that has a flange that has to extend at least a half-inch from his cock. 

I laid completely down flat, my own cock rubbing on the scratchy bed sheet. Then I put my whole mouth around the mushroom and used my tongue to bath the head. I could taste my ass. 

I don't have a pierced tongue but I pretended I did and flicked the part right underneath the head where the flange connects. I love when my wife pays attention to this part, so I focused on it until I felt Hank push down on my head.

After all that fucking it only took me a few moments to get Hank on the verge of coming. He kept saying, 'that's it baby...just like that...just like that'...

This was going to be a first for me. My first blowjob on a guy, and the first time I was going to taste a guy's cum that wasn't mine.

Yea, I admit it, I've tasted my own cum before, lots of times really. There have been many times when a girlfriend, and later my wife, gave me a blowjob and then kissed me. Also there've been a few times I've gone down on my wife after I came and I could taste the residual. 

But the most recent times have been when I was dressed as Kelli. I'd be lying on my bed after I came to one fantasy or another. My cum pooling on my stomach. It's become a habit now that I try to collect as much as I can on my fingers and then lick my fingers clean. I always close my eyes when I do it, imagining I'm licking up some guy's cum. But this was going to be my first time ever with another guy. Way cool.




CD Adventures Truckers Ch. 02a



I told myself that whatever happened I was going to swallow Hank's whole load. I could tell he was close. He stopped talking and got real quiet. His hand was firmly pushing on my head, but not so much that if I wanted to, I couldn't pull my mouth off. What a gentleman, huh?

It didn't matter. Hand or no hand, I was not letting go of my thick, black prize that my ass and mouth had worked so hard to prepare. I was now using both my hands on his cock as well as my mouth. Nine inches is really big.

It was sudden. No warning or 'I'm coming' from Hank. It was just a sudden jerking of Hank's cock and the next instant a warm, no hot, stream of liquid was being ejected into my mouth. I tried to put my mouth down further when the cum started coming out. Big mistake. I guess I didn't open my throat enough and I started to gag. I pulled back a little and while breathing through my nose I just started swallowing. I couldn't get it all. My cheeks were bulging from the copious amount of Hank's load. Jeez, he'd cum less than an hour ago and his second load of the night was huge I thought.

I kept using my hands on him and just kept swallowing and swallowing. I remember in my fantasies that I always looked up into my man's eyes when I gave my blowjob, but I forgot to do that part. No worries, I knew I'd find myself in this same position a lot during the next five days. I had more time to practice the perfect blowjob.

After I had swallowed all that Hank had to give, I spent some more time licking up and down his smooth cock, cleaning up any leftover cum slime. Even though I had my wig on I could feel Hank caressing my head during this whole process. A couple of times his cock jerked and a little more cum came out (way cool).

Afterwards Hank pulled me up and thanked me with a few more of his kisses as he held me. He reached down between us, "Did you come Baby?"

Shit, I did? I came when I was giving the blowjob. Oops, at the bottom of the bed sheet there was a little puddle. 

Wow. I came giving a blowjob...too cool.

"Sorry, I'll clean that up." I said guiltily.

"Turn around Baby."

Oh fuck.

It was a light slap but it sill stung my tender-spanked ass.

"Owee."

"From now on all your cream's mine, you understand Baby." Hank said smiling.

"You bet honey." I said, as I reached for a towel and started rubbing the wet spot.

We hung out just holding each other for a while. I was wrong about Hank. After he took my virginity earlier in the evening, I thought he'd be like most guys and want the girl to disappear right after they came. When I'm with my wife I'm usually asleep two minutes after I come. 

But Hank I came to learn was different. He liked to hold onto you. Maybe it was because he was bisexual. I know I loved the feeling also. Maybe I loved it because my girl-personality arose when I was playing Kelli. No matter what the reason, it was just cool hanging around talking and occasionally kissing and relaxing as we came down from our intense fuck.

We had a situation though that needed to be dealt with. I had to get home, pack and get back before Hank had to leave the truck stop to pick up his load, which was only a few hours from now. Also Hank needed some rest.

So I returned to my car, changed into my guy clothes and drove home. I told Hank rather than bother his sleep, I'd try to catch a few hours sleep myself, and promised to return by 6:00am which gave him enough time to pick up his load.

I packed two bags. One had all my girl stuff and also my shaving kit and all the makeup I could fit into the little makeup bag. I took some of my wife's makeup and also some of her lingerie, knowing that I could get replacements at VC if they got damaged (a lot of my wife's hot lingerie is the generic one-size stuff). 

I also packed the laptop case and also my cell phone. I don't know why, but I also packed my passport. Just before I went to bed I noticed the message light blinking on the phone system. 

"Kelly, looks like Aunt Steph is going to need me longer than I thought. I already emailed the office and my boss, who was working late, was great and said to take as long as I needed. Where are you anyway? Hope you're not being a bad boy? Call me, I miss you." 

Interesting. Maybe Hank was right, that all things do happen for a reason.

The next morning I arrived an hour early at the truck stop; I wanted to look the best I could for Hank. Like the night before, I planned to change in the car before knocking on his cab. 

I started with a pair of white, skin-tight Capri length pants. Before I did this though I had to do something about my cock. 

My cock is not a monster like Hank's. It's only 5 inches, but if I push the ruler hard enough at that point between my stomach and cock when I'm measuring I almost gain another inch. Do all guys do that?

My problem was in the tight Capri's my cock would look too out of place, so I tucked it. I'd never done this before. I was amazed at how easy it actually tucked. I didn't have a camel-toe or anything like that, but even in the early morning light I could tell that it was going to pass. 

For my top I chose a cute, cotton, shocking-pink belly shirt with short sleeves. On the front it said, "He's mine", in the back it said, "Unless you're rich". Like I said, cute.

All CD's are different, I personally reside in the small-breast camp, I'm a size-B. Don't get me wrong I love huge tits; but for me, a not-perfect CD, pretending to be a girl, who has a thin trim body, I feel smaller is the better way to go. 

I have a bunch of bras, some of them real thin and sexy, others are plainer but more secure. I also have two types of breast forms. One is soft and squishy and the other is real firm. Depending on what you wear dictates the combination. Both breast forms have little nipples on them. I've never had the opportunity to dress for such an extended time. I was anxious to experiment; not only with the combinations, but also I wanted to see which ones Hank liked the most. 

My face was another matter.

I'm not the most proficient with makeup. I've secretly watched my wife put hers on the past few years. All of my 'dressing' is done on the sly. Usually for only a few hours when I'm lucky to have the house to myself. Using makeup during these times is not practical for an in-the-closet CD.

So in the car I did the best I could, using most everything I could find in the makeup case I had packed. I wanted my lips to get there before me, so I chose a hot pink that almost matched my top. 

I suddenly realized this was the first time I had ever put on lipstick. Looking in the visor mirror like girls do, I wet my lips and then opened the lipstick case. I knew enough about it not to unwind the tube all the way and just use the tip of the stick so you don't break it. Smearing it on was way cool. It had a feminine smell to it, something I never knew they had until that moment. 

I just slid the lipstick on my lower lip and then worked my lips together to cover them completely. This particular tube of my wife's had sparkles mixed in and it made my lips real shiny. After I was done I used a tissue to dab my lips a little so when I kissed Hank 'good morning' he wouldn't be wearing half my lipstick. 

I used my car mirror the whole time to get this part of my makeup perfect. I can now see why girls use those little tiny mirrors when they do this job. The whole time I was applying it my eyes never left my lips, what a cool focus point. I could feel the pressure in my Capri's. I made a mental note to someday try masturbating while just applying lipstick. One hand for my cock and one for the lipstick, all the time just looking at my lips 'til I come. (way cool)

I used the wrong stuff to attach my eyebrows. I didn't read the container until afterwards and discovered I used a type of glue that was meant for a more permanent placement not temporary. I'd address that issue when the time came.

Makeup done...now it was 'wig time'. 

I'd packed 3 wigs. All the wigs I own are made from real hair, expensive but very natural feeling. I had a Girl Next Door brunette, a California Surfer Girl blond and a sultry Jazz Singer coal black mane. The brunette wig fell just to my shoulders, the blond wig fell about 3 inches on my back and the sultry one went all the way to the middle of my back. The night before I went as a brunette. 

My guy-side was no secret to Hank, so I saw no pretentiousness, trying to pretend I wasn't what I really was. I thought the occasional wig change might spice up things. I decided Surfer Girl worked perfect with the Capri's and pink top.

Swimming competitively has always been a part of my life, even before meeting my wife. I still swim in an adult program at the Y, so being smooth never seemed weird to her. Using the right dilapitories and a shaver has always kept me 'baby smooth'. Feeling my smooth calves and feet when I slipped on my low-heeled sandals was quite the turn on.

The last touch was some perfume of my wife's. It was Paris Hilton's 'Just Me'. Another first for me and I wasn't quite sure where to put it. I hate women who wear too much, so I gave myself a little squirt in the air and just kind of moved forward into it. Nice.

Whoa...what a feeling, fully dressed with makeup and perfume about to go meet my new BF. As much as this seemed too 'out of control', it also seemed like it was something I was supposed to be doing, if only for a short time.

The whole process took almost the full hour. I told myself I'd never bitch at my wife again when her getting ready process made us late.

The night before, knowing I was going into a dark bar, I didn't put this much time in making the change to Kelli. It felt empowering to actually go this far with my transition. 

But the sun was definitely on the rise and I didn't want anybody to see me in the light, so I grabbed my bags and headed over to Hank's rig. Truck stops are always busy and there was a lot of activity even this early. I just stared at the ground and used my laptop case to cover my face the best I could. With head down I jogged as quick as I could to Hank's truck.

"Knock, knock Big Boy." I called in the sexiest voice I could imitate. 

Hank emerged from the cab looking fresh from a shower. "Right on time." He said as he backed down from the cab. Then he turned around and got his first glimpse of me...

"Wow, I say Wow!! Baby you are HOT!! I mean Smoking Hot!!" He exclaimed. Then scooped me into his arms and kissed me like that 'starving man' person again. Nothing like your man's tongue for breakfast I always say...lol

Talk about making my morning. The whole getting-ready process seemed so worth it now. I made a mental check; from now on when my wife spends a lot of time getting ready I plan to treat her just like Hank was treating me. 

Breaking from each other, he looked at me with kind of a pained look. "I just got bad news Baby," he said as he shook his head.

I instantly thought, damn, he wasn't going to take me with him. Had this whole thing been some mean tease. I could feel a little tear forming.

"What's happened Hank?" I managed to say without my voice cracking.

I just got off the phone with my Travel Agent. My easy loop from here has turned into several drops and picks in Salt Lake, Vegas, Phoenix then back to Bakersfield, before heading back to Portland on my normal run.

"Huh??"

"What that means Baby is that my normal run of 5 days has turned into at least 7 or 8 days before I'm back in Portland." He said, looking as sad as I did a few minutes ago. It changed quickly though. 

I spent the next few minutes telling him the whole 'Aunt Steph Story' and also about my wife's call saying her time away needed to be extended. 

After we both celebrated with a bunch of kisses, this time I definitely played the 'starving girl' role. Now knowing I had more time with Hank made me so horny I was trying to steer him into the cab for some hot trucker lovin'. Plus it was really starting to get light out and this 'somewhat passable' CD was feeling a need for inside-security. Hank had other ideas though.

"Baby, I don't have to pick up my load for another 2 hours. What say I buy my darling breakfast." ('my darling' - way cool) 

"Hank do they do take out?" I asked a little nervously.

"Take out, why?"

I spent the next few minutes explaining my nervousness about being seen in public. And how being Kelli at night was fine, as long as the bar was dark and the patrons drunk. But once the sun came out, this little CD planned to go into vampire-mode and hide out.

"Baby you gotta be kidding me. Obviously you've never been in a truck stop diner before. To a trucker even a half pretty-girl seems like a beauty queen as long as you smile at them." He continued, "But that's not the situation here. You my darling (there it was again), are about the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on, TS or woman."

'Bullshit' I thought. But I liked that he said it.

It took another 5 minutes before Hank convinced me it was going to be okay. 

"But before we go, we need to stash your gear. It's not all going to fit in the sleeper. You needed all this for 5 days?"

"Well in this blue bag are my boy clothes and in the pink bag are my girl clothes. The little black bag is my laptop and I really need that with me."

"Blue and pink, huh," he said chuckling.

"How about this; we put the laptop and pink bag in the cab and I stash the blue bag in my storage compartment under the cab. Now don't look so concerned. I promise anytime you need to be a guy I'll get it for you, okay?"

"Okay, thanks."

The walk across the parking lot as a girl for the first time 'in the light' with my trucker boyfriend was pretty neat. My clicking low heels were only about 3 inches and I could tell my hips were swaying as I walked. Every so often Hank's hand would drop down to my ass, but being the perfect gentleman he'd only leave it there a short time. He has those big hands and he'd squeeze a cheek each time before he moved it up, like he was showing everyone 'this one's mine, get your own'. I loved every minute of it. 

An hour later...

"Oh Hank, keep fucking me..."

We'd left the restaurant and still had some time to kill before picking up the load. Hank, true to his word, was going to take advantage of his sure-thing fuck slut whenever he could.

Getting into the cab, Hank's helping hand on my ass became a hot grope and he followed me in, easily shoving me into the sleeper. 

I turned around and pulled him in with me, kissing him the whole time. His hand slid down the front of my skin-tight Capri's.

"Where you stashing that little thing, Baby?"

His hand slipped under my thong panties and his meaty fingers soon found my squashed cock tucked between my ass and upper thighs. Underneath my tight pants he started stroking my hardening cock. It was cool seeing the blackness of his hand and wrist next to my very white pants. While he stroked me, he was also kissing me. I was enjoying the combination of the two to no end.

He finally worked my hard cock out of the confines of the tight Capri's. 

Darling, as you know I've been with a few girls like you before, it seems each one has a different name for this thing. We're going to be together for a while, what do want me to call this?" He said as he continued to play with me.

Huh? I hadn't thought of this before; I always thought of it as a cock. I know I've read some CD stories before in Literotica and he was right; there are a lot of names you can call it. I quickly ran through some of the more popular ones in my head; cockette, girly-cock, and of course, clit. As I've said before I don't have the biggest piece of equipment, five inches more or less.

Throwing caution to the wind I said, "Hank honey, I think I'll let you name it."

He smiled. "I'll think on it and let you know." Then he dropped his head down and started sucking me.

He'd managed to slip off his shirt by now and it turned me on to look at this giant man's back bent over me. His blowjob was real gentle which I like, but that wasn't to say ineffective. 

I got him to loosen his pants and I reached down his wide back and slipped my hand under the back of his jeans. He didn't have any underwear on. His ass was as rock-hard as the rest of him. I stretched as far as I could and trailed a finger down his crack. My arm wasn't long enough to find his hole but the sweat in the crack was neat to feel as my fingers worked themselves up and down the deep cavern.

In no time he had me ready to come.

"Honey please, I don't want to come yet." I knew from personal experience that after I come I tend to lose my submissive-girl frame of mind.

He backed off and pulled me on top of him. His jeans were open and our cocks were touching. I moved my hips from side to side to joust our cocks and also tease him. His kisses got hungrier.

"Oh Baby, you're killing me here," he breathed.

His hand tried to slip underneath the back of my Capri's. I could tell he was having a hard time. These pants are so tight you can't fit a credit card in them once I've got them on. I didn't want him to stretch them out, so I lowered them and my panties to just under my ass. I could feel the tightness under my ass cheeks.

Now our cocks were really playing with each other. I could feel the head of my cock slithering in our pre-cum. WAY, WAY, WAY COOL!!

His hand quickly found my ass. And he slapped it a couple of times lightly, not like when he spanked me the night before. "All mine for the next week," he said as he snaked a big finger into my pussy. Man do I love this part, I thought.

"Oh Hank, keep fucking me like that, please."

I quickly learned that a full-time CD like I'd become, should always have her pussy lubed and ready, because you never know when your BF might get the urge. Before we left the restaurant I made sure to well lubricate my pussy in case we got to this part. I did it in the women's rest room - a story I'll tell you about later.

Once he got his finger in me he knew he had me. I think this part is instinctive actually. Anytime a dominant man gets his finger in your pussy and you don't fight him to get it out, then the Laws of Nature pretty much says you're his, and you have to do whatever he says from that point on. 

I don't know so much from the dominant side. But I can tell you from the submissive side, that once his finger (or cock) is in me I'm totally like jelly, and being submissive to my man is all I can feel or think about.

"Come on my cock Baby," he begged as he finger fucked my pussy.

His finger drove real deep and I jammed my tongue down his throat, thinking this could be the coolest orgasm I've ever had in my life. 

His finger was a staccato of motion, in and out, in and out; at such a fast speed it felt like some hound dog was fucking me. My pussy was tingling from the all the attention. 

Then I felt him jam a second meaty finger in my pussy and at the same time he forced my tongue back and totally filled my mouth with his tongue. 

Hank's other hand was digging into my ass cheeks and pulling us together hard. My cock rubbing and sliding against his cock in our combined pre-cums was the neatest feeling. I'm not sure who was getting the most out of this sensation. I couldn't hear if he was moaning or not because I could only hear myself whining like a little girl letting him know I was so loving this. 

I could feel the sensitive head of my cock riding up against the extended mushroom head of his cock, and that took me over the top. I started to cum. It was one of those, that you can feel a hot-sensation way down low and then involuntarily it just starts. Because we were so jammed together I could feel the individual pumps as the cum came out between our two cocks. 

I came almost screaming with the force of it, as I shivered through what I'm sure was one of the best comes of my life. I could feel me bathing his and my cock with my hot cum; it felt like a sopping mess down there. During my whole orgasm he never stopped fucking me with his fingers.




CD Adventures Truckers Ch. 02a



It took me a while to come down off the rush of the whole thing. Holding onto him, every few seconds, my cock would emit a little more cum and my hips would grind against Hank's cock enjoying the sudden sensation.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Hank and buried my face in the side of his neck, kissing him tenderly. I'm sure I mumbled 'thank you' a few times but I don't remember, that's how out of it the orgasm left me.

A little time after I'd calmed down, out of the blue, he said, "I think I'll call it Cindy." 

"What?"

"Cindy, I think I'll call that little cock of yours Cindy."

"Why Cindy?"

"Well we truckers always name our rigs after a woman that's special to us."

"Really, I didn't know that? What's the name of your truck Hank?"

"Sheila."

"Who was Sheila?" I and asked with a little pang of jealously. 

"And why Cindy for fuck sake!" I added sharply wanting to get to the bottom of all these women that had suddenly entered the picture.

"Hey, watch your language, Baby." He said firmly.

Then he slapped my ass real hard and said, "Now its time to take care of Daddy. You aren't the only one that gets to come this morning?" 

'Daddy?', now it's Daddy I thought. 

I knew Hank had dropped into that 'tough trucker' role I was looking for on this trip. I figured I had the whole next week to get to the bottom of all this name nonsense. I also knew that questioning Hank now could lead to more spankings. And as much as being spanked seemed cool in fantasy, they actually hurt like hell in reality.

So I decided to do what was expected, and what I wanted so much to experience. Without any more questions or conversation I submissively lowered my head like a woman, it was time to get my man off....

Part 2B to follow.

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Author's Notes: Thanks to all of you who took the time to make comments on my first story...and also your personal emails to continue this story. Some people asked for a longer story with more detail. I hope I was able to accomplish this without dragging the story on. Any comments good or bad are appreciated. 

I wasn't sure about putting Side Notes in the text (the one about kissing a guy). I'd love to hear from a reader about it. Are they distracting, does it break the mood, etc. I could just as easily placed them at the end, or eliminated them entirely.

All the best, Kelli



CD Adventures Truckers



I only wondered a second what position Hank was going to fuck me in. In my fantasies I had been fucked in all positions.  I had masturbated and cum thinking about them all, not one better than another. The neat part was that I was giving up this decision to my new partner. My Man. My lover.  God, this was so cool.

Gently I was picked up and with his cock still cradling me, he turned me over on my back and my legs naturally spread as Hank eased his large frame between them. He kept kissing me the whole time. I tried to tease him by forcing my tongue into his mouth. 

But he was tired of me playing the one in control; he jammed his tongue between my lips and filled my whole mouth with his hot wet tongue. i felt he was secretly telling me he was now in control.

From nowhere he had grabbed a tube of lube and had it in his hand. I startled him and grabbed it away from him.  

I'd fantasized about just this moment before. I removed the lid of the tube and squirted some lube in my hand. I moved my thong over a little and used my hand and fingers to lube my asshole. While I was doing it Hank was watching me. I slowly finger-fucked my passage and stared at Hank and licked my lips the whole time I was doing it.  He started to stroke his cock.

I moved his hand away and squirted a lot of lube on his cock. I then used both hands and ever so slowly I worked the lube up and down and all around his huge cock, the cock that was about to take my virginity. 

I leaned up and kissed Hank while I was lubing his cock. I was scared, but I somehow knew Hank had been here before and that everything would be okay.

Hank was ready and so was I. He eased me onto my back.

"Baby, I promise to go slow until I can't. When that happens you'll want it as much as me."

I nervously nodded my head up and down.

I could feel the mushroom head at the entrance and tensed. Hank leaned in for a kiss and I felt what must have been one finger tentatively circling around my hole. 

"Nice pussy," he breathed in between kisses.

"Hank, don't worry, I've been dreaming about this for a long time. I know there's some pain involved, it's okay I trust you."

Without a signal given he slowly worked a big finger into me. A short time later I knew he had got another one in and I started to feel some real pressure.

"Baby you are so tight." He stated flatly.

When the third finger went in, I started to feel some real pain, and I pulled back a little. 

Hank stopped and more kisses were on the agenda as my pussy... (Did I just think of it as a pussy? That was a first for me.) ...my pussy started to accept the three digits.

The pain eased but the pressure was still there. Soon Hank's kisses started getting more forceful. I could feel another object pushing up against my ass cheeks. I knew Hank was going to take this to the next level and being in the submissive mode I wasn't going to lead this convoy. 

As if I had a choice. Hank was big but I guess you never realize the size of a person until they are lying on top of you. Hank, ever the gentleman, was propped on an elbows so there wasn't much pressure from his weight, but still I could feel the power underneath his bulk. His hot torso was pressing down on my body and my arms were wrapped around his back pulling him to me as we kissed.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy (there's that thought again – way cool) and he started to reach down to grab his cock. I stopped his hand and wanted to live out another fantasy I'd had.

"Please Hank, let me?" I pleaded. 

"By all means baby, take as much time as you need."

This guy was just too nice.

I reached down and grasped his cock. It seemed much harder and bigger than when it was in my mouth. It was almost too slick with lube to grab but I finally managed to get it to the entrance to my pussy. (way cool)

When it was where I thought it should be, I pulled on it at the same time I pushed my butt against it and all of a sudden it popped in. Fuck, was it ever in.  I must have screeched or something because Hank held me a little tighter.

"Easy baby, why don't you let me take it from here."

"Okay," I said softly as I bit my lip and felt a small tear welling in my eye.  

Pain is definitely part of the process. A real tear was now rolling down my cheek from the intense searing hot pain of Hank's big mushroom stretching my sphincter beyond its normal limits.

But Hank was experienced, and he didn't move or try to go in any further until my body was ready. More kisses and murmurings and then I felt Hank shift ever so slowly on top of me. In stages he moved, each time gaining more ground, pressure and pain were always present but it didn't take very long before I could feel Hank stop his forward progress.

"Are you all the way in lover." I asked with hope. (Jeez, I just called him lover and it was involuntary. This was too cool.)

"Yea, you okay baby?" He asked.

"More than okay, when does the train arrive?" I kidded.

He laughed and kissed me with more passion than I had ever felt from a human being before in my life. 

The pain was no longer there, just a slight pressure that had turned to a tingling. My own cock had found some life now that it knew the worst was over.

Hank started to fuck me real slow. I could feel every centimeter of his cock as it worked in and out of my pussy. Soon I noticed Hank's breathing pattern was changing. He stopped kissing me and moved his body up. I was face to face with his nipples and I started kissing one then the other. This seemed to drive him a little nuts. I could instantly feel the effect when his cock started driving into me with more force the more I nipped and sucked the little eraser heads.

Fucking... He's all I have to say. It's nothing like I imagined. I never expected the submissiveness a girl feels when a man with the power and strength of a guy like Hank is fucking you. Sure it started out nice and easy with Hank in total control of the situation and making my first fuck as pleasurable as possible. But in a very short time, nature takes its course. 

Hank is a bull and I soon became his brood cow. My legs are wrapped around more to just hold on than for effect.  His body is doing what nature intended, allowing the bull to breed. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, tears not of pain but of pleasure knowing I was girl enough for Hank to get him to fuck me. And knowing I had just lost my virginity. I wonder if all girls cry at the moment of their first fuck.

And fuck me he did. Just a few minutes into his rutting he started to sweat and holding myself in place became a challenge. The occasional "baby this" and "baby that" would escape his lips. I had a few of my own "Oh fucks" thrown in also.

But the coolest feeling is his hips pumping you and sliding between your spread legs.  Real girls are lucky, I think from an early age they are instinctive and know this position. But for me it was all brand new. The power of a real man fucking you is something I knew I would visit again.

"Oh Hank, this is so good," I said as I stretched as far up as I could to kiss his lips. His pounding now becoming harder and harder. i can feel his big balls slapping my ass.

He looked down on me, some of his hot sweat dropped on my lips and I tasted his passion. 

"I'm gonna come baby," he cried out.

"Come for me Hank. Make me a woman. Breed your bitch." I screamed back.

Then I felt the change. I knew it was near because I get like this too. Hank's body slowed its staccato fucking pace and it became more of an irregular jerking along with his shortening of breath.

I latched on with my legs as tight as I could and bit into his shoulder as I felt his cock expand to it's fullest. The ever-present tingle turned to a renewed pain in my pussy. I heard him grunt and start to go rigid. And then I felt it.

It was like a mini-flood was happening in my lower bowels. Hank was cumming in me. His breathing was virtually non-existent and his whole huge body collapsed on me as he shook through his orgasm. My pussy had a warm goo feeling in and around it.

I laid there under his full weight feeling a sense of accomplishment. Me a somewhat passable, 30 year-old guy got the chance to experience how the other-half lives, if only for a short time.

Kisses were back on the agenda. A towel appeared and soon Hank had the goo cleaned up, but there was gong to be a wet spot there for him to sleep in. I smiled thinking about it.

"Your turn baby." He stated.

During the whole event I hadn't really thought about my pleasure. My whole focus had been on surviving the fuck and then it turned to making sure my man was pleased. I totally forgot about me. 

When Hank pulled out there was a void that seemed unnatural. I'm sure my body would soon adjust to the lack of something hard inside it, but right now I wanted Hank's or another cock in there. 

Hank pulled back and slipped my thong to the side to expose my hard cock. His big hand went around it and my little cock disappeared beneath his big black fingers.  Then with a quick motion that surprised me he scooted back and leaned in and swallowed my whole cock in his mouth. I gasped with the instant pleasure I received. 

I could feel his tongue swirling around the head of my cock and he started sucking me gently. I placed my hands on his big curly head and lovingly caressed him as he pleasured me.  He forced a finger or two, up my loose pussy. In just a few minutes I was ready.

"I'm gonna come," I said in warning as I tried to pull back.

He bore down more forcefully and his gentle sucking became hoover-like. I came with a body rush I had never felt before. I could feel my pussy entrance grab at his fingers as I filled his mouth with cum. I laid my head back and my body shook as the spasms washed through me. Hank kept sucking 'til there was nothing left in me. 

It took a few moments for me to recover. "Hank that was great...thanks," I managed to say after I calmed down.

"No, thank you baby, you are the best fuck I've ever had," he confessed.

I love this guy I thought.

I know how guys are after they come. So quick like a rabbit, I slipped back into my skirt and top and was in the process of exiting his cab when he pulled me back in and gave me another round of hot kisses. I knew if this continued we'd be back at it again.

Not that I didn't want to go again; it was just that the first fuck of my life was perfect, as perfect as I could have imagined. I wanted to savor the feeling for a while.  Besides my pussy was beginning to feel sore and I somehow knew that another round might do some damage that might cause me to not try this again, so I just kissed Hank as hard as I could.

"Thanks lover, I can't tell you how much you made this so special for me. I know I'm going to remember it for a long time. I never thought my first guy would be as nice as you. I'm leaving my email address on the seat and if you ever get this way again be sure to look me up."

Then I kissed him one more time and jumped down and started walking to my car.

I heard Hank yell from the cab, "But baby, I come here 2 times a week. Bakersfield to Stumptown's my route. I'll be leaving in the morning why not ride along, I'll have you back in 5 days?" 

I turned....

Okay critics...this is my first attempt. I'd love to hear if this turned on anyone or if my method of writing is crap. Don't worry...I'm a big gurl; tell me how it is and don't hold any punches. I'd really like to continue the story but not if it's a bore. All the best, Kelli

Okay critics...this is my first attempt. I'd love to hear if this turned on anyone or if my method could be improved. Don't worry...I'm a big gurl; tell me how it is and don't hold any punches. I'd really like to continue the story but not if it's a bore. All the best, Kelli