To Davey, the trucker who took what he wanted
Here’s your cliche “I didn’t expect so much attention.” (I really didn’t!) And WHEW, there certainly are some horny truckers on here. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, you can check my post history. It’s short and sweet. Or maybe don’t, because anyone who has fucked me will probably recognize my pics.
Funnily enough, I’m almost sure one of you is the one who bent me over my desk. But let me back up a little…
Near the end of my time at my old job, I had made my rounds through plenty of the drivers and mechanics. Some were repeat offenders and some I only fucked because it felt mean to leave them out. I say that to say, some did get left out. On purpose. I have my reasons.
One driver, we’ll call him Davey, got left out. He was probably 300+ pounds, a foot taller than me, and had a thick beard he refused to brush. He wasn’t particularly attractive and I wasn’t very fond of the way he always tried to brush up against me, even before word of my ways got around. He’d make any excuse to get behind my chair while I was sitting in it and press up against it, “mistakenly” putting his hands on me and apologizing because he “meant to lean on the chair.” One time after hours I caught him rubbing something into the seat of my chair when I came out from the back. He just smirked and walked out.
Some time after the chair rubbing incident, I was staying late at work because we had some emergency overnight operation going on (heavy rain and railroads ain’t always friends). I thought everyone had come and gone, but I didn’t realize Davey had come back. (I found out later he used to do driveby’s of the office later at night to see if I was still there.) So as I’m sitting there trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, I’m suddenly dumped out of my chair – Davey has seized it and is holding it up above me.
I’m not a little girl by any means, but I’m also not much against a big man that’s so much taller than me. So I hesitated. And he took that as concession, I guess. Because the next thing I knew, Davey was dragging me by my hair into the back. Anyone else would have put up a fight, but I figured fuck it. I honestly did want to fuck every driver there. And that included Davey.
In the back, he pushed me into a corner and huffed that I should get on my knees, so I did. He dropped his pants and his average dick bounced out at me. Honestly, I had expected a micropenis so I was pleasantly surprised. I wrapped my hand around him and starting jacking him off. After about 15 seconds he yelled at me and asked when the fuck I was going to actually try. He called me a slut and starting complaining about how I’d fucked the other drivers, why couldn’t I do right by him.
So I deepthroated his cock before he could complain anymore. He tried to keep complaining, but he was moaning too much to say anything. And poor, poor Davey came in my mouth in about two minutes. He was so fucking mad hahahahaha. I felt bad for the guy, so I asked him if he wanted to waste some time so he could cum properly. He said yes. (Duh)
Davey laid down on the floor and I straddled his face. I made sure he got a good view before trying to suffocate him with my fat pussy. He lapped me up for a while until I finally came, though I never told him I only made that happen by thinking about all the other drivers better than him. He was ready to go again, but it was too awkward to straddle him. He got mad at me and blamed me for not being able to “fuck him properly.” I was ready to wrap it up but he was definitely not.
I turned to pick up my pants and Davey fucking grabbed me and dragged me back out to my desk. He pushed me and forced me to bend over it, cussing me the entire time. He called me a whore, slut, told me I thought my pussy was too good for him. So I screamed. Of course there was no one to hear me, we both knew that. But Davey heard it. He told me to shut the fuck up. So I screamed some more. I begged him not to touch me, told him I couldn’t take it. That I didn’t want it. How could he do this to me?
I could hear him making moaning sounds as I screamed. So I pushed back and threw him off balance, which gave me time to turn around. When I did, I asked him who the FUCK he thought he was. He charged me, pushed me on my back on my desk, and told me he was the one who was going to coat my pussy with his load. And as he held me down, he shoved his cock back inside of me just in time to release the biggest, hottest load.
I laid there as he cleaned himself up and then threw the dirty towel on me. He told me he expected me to be a good little girl when he came for me again, because there would be an again. And then he left.
The truth is, there never was an again for Davey. Once the other drivers caught wind of how he took what they had been given, there was some kind of pushback against him. I don’t know what exactly they did, but I told one driver on a Monday and by the following Tuesday Davey had quit.
So, Davey. I saw your message. I won’t be messaging back. I left out the details you reminded me of. But I know it’s you. I honestly hope you’re doing well, I hope you’re getting some good pussy and all that. And, honestly? Sometimes, when I’m having a really hard time getting off, I think about you coating my pussy with the load I didn’t want and it pushes me right over the edge. So, thanks for that.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ky2s7r/to_davey_the_trucker_who_took_what_he_wanted_mf
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