That was really hot, I hope you get that big black cock again, it sounds like he fit perfect in your wet pussyChapter 33 of A Wife’s Story
Jaycee was making good time driving home to Virginia in her black Miata. At the halfway point of the drive in Williamston, NC, Jaycee decides it’s time to get a bite to eat and use the restroom, so she pulls into the Pilot truck stop since they have a sandwich shop there too.
Dressed in her usual running shorts, shoes and tee with a sports bra underneath, Jaycee parks her small sports car among the big rigs, and jogs into the truck stop to use the bathroom and then consider her lunch options.
As she’s locking her car, she’s being watched by a nearby trucker sitting in his cab. Going by the name Jam since childhood, James Allen has been a cross country trucker for 20 years, and one of the perks of the job that broke up the monotony of the over the road trucking were the “lot rats” that were easy to spot. These were women who were attracted to the truckers, either for *******, buy or sell *******, or just to find a man.
Jam never had to ******* nor did he need *******. The ladies he’s picked up at the truck stops appreciated his nicely maintained sleeper and his blessing to be well-endowed at just over a girthy 9 inches. He got circumcised before he left the Army exposing the mushroom-shaped head which brought he and his female friends much erotic pleasure.
Jam has had his fill of the skanks, he called them, and when he saw Jaycee pulling up in her Miata, dressed as she was, Jam thought to himself, “That’s more like it.”
Jam grew up in South Carolina in the low country south of Charleston. His heritage came from the Gullah Geechee who are descendants of African slaves who worked on the plantations on the lower Atlantic coast. Gullah Geechee is also a unique, creole language and is the only distinctly African creole language in the USA.
When he was old enough, Jam enlisted in the Army and signed up to be a transportation operator and has driven big rigs ever since. He loved the open road and vowed never to go back to the low country where he was raised. Now pushing 50, Jam wanted to retire in a few more years since he’s done quite well as an independent trucker.
He’d love to find some rich old broad, his description, to enjoy life. But seeing the little blond honey with the wavy hair and tight body, he thinks maybe she don’t need to be old and rich after all, he smiles to himself.
Jam took great pride being an independent trucker with his own rig, a Kenworth T680 sleeper tractor. He had all the comforts of home in his rig and spent his down time in the sleeper section watching movies or porn on the internet that fueled his perversion when he wasn’t entertaining one of the skanks from the parking lot.
Jam climbs down from his rig and follows Jaycee into the truck stop. Watching her go into the ladies room, Jam mills around the convenience store part of the truck stop. A few minutes go by Jaycee comes out and heads to the sandwich shop. Jam follows her in and stands in line behind her and he decides to order some lunch as well.
Ordering a turkey wrap and some chips with iced tea, Jaycee finds a booth to enjoy her lunch. Unwrapping her lunch, Jam comes to her booth with a tray of his own lunch. Looking around as if looking for a seat, he asks Jaycee if he could join her since there weren’t others available.
Eyeing Jam and making a quick assessment that he looks ok, kind of handsome in a rough way, and they are in public, so no real threat, she asks him to join her.
Settling into the booth, Jam extends his hand across the table. “I’m James, but go by Jam.” Shaking his hand in return, “I’m Jaycee, but go by Jaycee,” she smiles back at Jam.
With a hardy laugh, Jam likes what he sees. This girl has it going on from the hair, smile, body is just right and she’s a smart-ass too to go along her great ass.
“Where you headed, Jaycee?” Jam asks.
“Going back home to Virginia. Returning from a friend’s funeral in Jacksonville,” she replied.
“Sorry to hear that about your friend. Were you close with her?”
“No, HE was a dear friend and at one time we were very close,” she said. Just thinking about Reuben again, choked her up but recovered.
After a pause, Jaycee asks, “So where are you headed, Jam?”
“Just up the road a bit to Elizabeth City. Got a load for the Coast Guard base at their exchange, then back to Florida for another load bound for out west.”
“Do you like driving a big truck like that?” Jaycee asks taking a bite of her lunch.
“I enjoy the heck out of it. Love being on the open road, though the longer I do this, the more I hate winters, especially if I have a delivery up north.”
“I imagine it can get lonely at times,” Jaycee said.
“Sometimes. I’ve made friends along the way that come visit me in my rig. It’s pretty cozy in there. You said take a look. Have you ever been in a big rig before?” Jam asks, setting the bait.
“Oh no, I never have been. Those things make me nervous on the highway especially when I’m passing one.”
“I think you’ll be impressed. How about we finish lunch and I’ll give you a tour,” Jam offers.
“Ok, maybe for a few minutes then I really want to be back on the road. I still have 2 hours to go.”
“No problem, that’s easy,” Jam assures Jaycee.
Finishing lunch, Jam and Jaycee engage in small talk, and both appreciate each other’s point of view.
Depositing their wrappers in the trash bin, Jam and Jaycee walk out to his rig. Opening the driver’s side door, Jam invites Jaycee to climb up and sit in the driver's seat, admiring her ass as she climbs aboard.
“Wow! So many gauges and knobs. This must be complicated to drive,” Jaycee says in awe of the machine.
“Nah, not really. I’ve been doing it for a long time and technology has made it very easy to operate. And to the back is the sleeper area. Go ahead and climb back there so I can show you all of the features,” Jam offered, climbing aboard as Jaycee climbs into the sleeper space.
Complete with a refrigerator, microwave oven, satellite TV, the sleeper was certainly big enough to accommodate two adults.
“Wow again! You could really live back here and throw a party if you wanted to,” Jaycee says joking.
“I’ve had a few fun times back here. It’s quite cozy, don’t you think, Jaycee?” as Jam reaches over to stroke her bare leg.
“Um, this is not what I had in mind. I really need to get going,” as she tries to climb back into the rig’s cab, but Jam holds onto her leg applying more *******.
“You know, when a woman climbs into a trucker’s sleeper, she’s not leaving until the trucker is satisfied,” Jam sternly states.
With the big rig’s diesel engine running, no one would hear her scream, and seems the only option left is to give Jam what he wants.
“Ok Jam. You win. Do you promise to let me leave once I satisfy you?” Jaycee asks.
“I promise you, Jaycee. I’m no thug. I just appreciate a beautiful white woman, and when I get the opportunity, I want to take advantage of it.”
“Alright Jam. What would you like me to do?” Jaycee says surrendering.
“Well, first off, get naked and lay back,” Jam commands.
Kicking her running shoes off and pulling her shorts and tee off leaving only her sports bra on, she lays back on the bed.
Jam can’t believe his luck with Jaycee. Loving her firm body and freshly shaven cunt, he dives between her legs to feast on the white woman’s pussy.
Quickly getting aroused herself, she pants to Jam, “Unless you want to buy a new mattress, you better get some towels under me.”
Jam stops what he’s doing, understanding what Jaycee is saying, he quickly opens a drawer under the mattress and grabs a couple of bath towels, and slides them under Jaycee, then back to work on that white pussy.
The erotic predicament Jaycee finds herself sends her over the edge, gushing onto Jam’s face. Loving the explosion delivered by Jaycee, Jam laps and drinks as much as Jaycee is spouting. This goes on for another 5 minutes when Jaycee begs him to stop.
Rising up on his knees, Jam opens his pants and pulls out an impressive hard black cock, stroking it while watching Jaycee bring herself to another gushing orgasm.
Moving up to her face, he implores her to suck his cock while pulling up her sports bra to expose her 34C breasts, pinching the nipples bringing Jaycee to yet another wave of orgasms.
Laying back onto the bed, Jam pulls Jaycee on top of him and she grabs his rock-hard cock and guides it into her married pussy, and yet another new black cock will make its mark in Jaycee Sanders, another black man’s semen to invade her womb.
Fucking her new man with vigor, Jaycee’s only goal is to get Jam off so that she can leave, but she is enjoying this new cock with the big mushroom head and it fills her up quite nicely.
Jaycee is enjoying riding Jam’s big cock, but now she has the urge to have him finish in her from behind. Pushing off Jam’s chest, Jaycee faces the other way showing her sloppy pussy and ass, inviting Jam to have either.
Jam gets back on his knees and he knows he wants to cum in this white pussy, and if he’s lucky, may get the white bitch knocked up since he’ll probably never see her again after this.
Guiding his cock into the very wet and creamy pussy, Jam slaps Jaycee on the ass to spur her to fuck him back, and she does so matching his thrusts into her, with grunts as cadence.
Grasping her by the waist, Jam is very close to releasing his cum up into this white woman. Jaycee, for her part, after being with Jam and the Reuben’s cousins, is finding Jam’s cock very pleasing and hitting all the right spots.
With Jam’s orgasm gathering in his loins, he makes on final balls-deep push into Jaycee, emptying his pent up cum as he lets out a loud groan.
Jaycee feels the black sperm enter her and sends another wave of tremors through her body as she lays forward with Jam on top of her.
They remain connected until Jam’s cock finally softens and falls out of the white married woman’s pussy seeping cum and pussy fluids onto the bath towel beneath them.
Jam eventually pushed himself off Jaycee and lays back admiring the firm ass with the gaping pussy leaking cum, laying before him.
Even with the fucking stopped, Jaycee is still tingling in her vagina, she rolls over to admire the view of Jam laying there with his flaccid cock glistening with cum.
Grabbing the bath towel, Jaycee commences wiping her seeping cunt and reaches over to dry Jam’s beautiful cock as well. With that done, Jaycee tosses the towel to the side and looks at Jam.
“Are we good now? Can I go?” Jaycee asks Jam.
“Yeah, baby, we’re good. That’s some damn good pussy you got there. And your head game is pretty good too,” Jam says with a satisfied smile.
Reaching for her shorts, shoes and tee, Jaycee gets dressed and crawls to the compartment opening to leave.
“Jaycee, wait. Can I see you again? I get to Norfolk a few times, can we do this again?” Jam asks.
Turning back to Jam, Jaycee says, “Maybe,” then reaches in her purse and fishes out her business card, handing it Jam, then climbs out of the cab and heads to her car.
Pulling his pants back up, Jam watches as Jaycee drives out of the parking lot and onto the highway, and he thinks to himself, “Man, I hope to see her again. And if she got knocked up, all the better.”
As Jaycee is turning onto the highway, she experiences a gush of cum out of her vagina soaking her running shorts. “Dammit! At least the vinyl seat will be ok,” she says to herself and now has to drive the final 2 hours with the aftermath of Jam in her lap. She had to admit, that was fun in the back of that big truck, and Jam had a very nice cock too, and she wonders if he really will call her…. She’s hoping so.
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