VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 3

Story by misfit446

Hope you still are reading. This is getting closer to the title. Enjoy.

VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 3

The big man grunted as Diane and Ray entered the cab. “Where you headed?” asked the large trucker.

“We’re goin’ to Los Angeles, but wherever you are heading, we’ll go until you turn off,” Diane mentioned.

The big man gave Diane the once over and sighed. “Come on then,” he growled out. “I got two daughters near your age. Close the door.”

Ray slammed the door hard. The big man rolled the truck onto the interstate. Ray was asleep within a half hour.

She stayed awake. “So honey, what’s the deal?”

“You got fifty bucks?”

“What?! Fifty bucks!” the driver shouted.

“Well, if you want this,” Diane explained, getting on her knees and sliding her jeans down, offering her thin, white ass cheeks for the big man.

The driver growled and shifted into overdrive. “Hell yeah little missy.”

“Just where are you goin’?” Diane asked with a twinkle in her eye as she redressed and sat.

“San Bernardino.”

“Close enough,” she sighed, though she really didn’t know. “I can’t wait to get your dick inside me. But you have to pay my brother first.”

The semi shot forth another ten miles per hour. “Shit kiddo, I’m ready now,” the fat man stated.

“You get us to San Bernardino and I’ll let you at my coochie,” Diane swayed, rubbing her denim-clad crotch for the huge man.

“Sheeeeiittt,” he slurred and made sure the truck made good time.

It was a long drive. Hell, even Diane slept, leaning against her brother. But when she heard the truck shifting into lower gears she blinked awake. “W-where are we?”

“Off the I-10 honey. And I wanta sample that nice ass of yours,” the trucker growled lustily.

“Just remember to give my brother his fifty bucks.”

“No problem,” the man said, sliding the big rig into a spot and setting the brakes. With the deal done, Diane slid her jeans off her nicely rounded buttocks and peered over her shoulder.

“Bring on the big rig.” Diane hauled her boy bits out of the way.

The big man moved swiftly, boots and jeans flying. His stretched out briefs looked rather silly. He got them off and his chubby was revealed. Not big, nor small. Just right, it seemed.

For he lined up and sent his dick easily into the young, moist pussy in front of him. He growled out, grasping Diane’s hips and began to power fuck her.

Taken by surprise, Diane just squealed as she felt the man’s thighs and belly bang into her butt as his hard cock jackhammered her seemingly insatiable pussy.

“Oh man,” she groaned, dropping an arm and laid her head on it, making sure to keep her big balls out of the way with the other. “That feels great.”

The man was huffing and puffing, spittle flying from his sagging mouth. Ten minutes later Diane felt a nice orgasm coming on when the man groaned out, stiffened, then fell onto her back, causing her to lie flat onto the thin mattress, pinning her with his massive bulk.

She strained and groaned, trying to free herself. The man was a fucking whale. Pushing hard against soft fat, she finally freed herself.

“Hey mister. You okay?” The man didn’t move. “Oh shit.” Scrambling, Diane got her jeans up and scooted toward the driver’s door. Then she stopped. Turning she climbed back into the back area. “Hey mister.” She poked a foot at his wide ass. No response. Breathing quickly, she reached in and pulled the man’s wallet out. She quickly took out a couple of hundred, leaving most of the cash untouched, stuffing the wallet back into the tight jean pocket. She climbed out of the cab. Ray was sitting on the pavement, against one of the tires.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“You’re done already?”

“We didn’t finish,” Diane said cautiously.

“Oh. Not good, huh?” he said jokingly.

“Not good,” Diane answered soberly, grabbing Ray and their stuff, hurrying them away from the truck.

“Hey Di, what’s up? Where are we goin’?”

“Anywhere, right now. Let’s get another truck if we can.”

“I’m pretty tired. Why don’t we just get a room at the motel over there? There’ll always be another truck.”

“Ray, we need to leave, now.”

Ray seemed to pale. “Y-you didn’t kill that guy, did you?”

“Not officially.”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhhh, shut up. He had a heart attack or somethin’.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, let’s just go.”

Ray looked around at the crowded truck stop. “You think there’ll be any trucks running at night?”

“Just pray we find one.”

It took over an hour before they could stop a truck. A tall black driver let them in. “You’s all lost or somethin’?”

“No, we’re on our way to my aunt’s place in LA.”

“Well, where she live?”

“Um, near Hollywood,” Diane

... more on the forums ...