Mother-Trucker ;)

Hey, I'm back!

So I wanted to share another adventure with you, this one taking place not too terribly long after my encounter with Simon...
(who's Simon? Duh, read my last blog post! And all the rest of them, too!)

http://xhamster.com/user/mandilou0303/posts/419642.html

Letting Simon fuck me (wait, or did he let me fuck him? LOL!) sort of broke the seal for me and I was looking to pursue other negro men for intercourse, not just oral sex. But I still wanted to be very very selective with the men I chose to allow into my vagina, just like I had been previously B.N.D. (before negro dick).

As far as having a "type" goes, I was finding myself checking out ALL black men and picturing them ALL naked, imagining what they dick might look like and how it might (more importantly) taste. Obviously age wasn't a factor, as I'd already fucked one black guy in his 40's and one in his late teens. And I'd had an on-going oral relationship with a fella in his 30's as well as giving BJ’s to a couple of college-age black guys, so early 20's covered as well..

And although Simon had a male model-calibre body, none of the rest weren't much to look at...in fact, I found myself much less intrigued with the 'pretty boy' types and much much much more intrigued with the 'regular' or even *uglier* guys...my thought process being that they certainly weren't expecting to hook up with a hot young blonde chick like me (LOL!), and seemed more appreciative of the what I was offering them...

Which leads me perfectly into this encounter...

I was driving home one Sunday after visiting my parents, heading down the interstate on the 2.5 hour drive from my c***dhood home to my current one. I was just over half the way when a truck began riding next to me, some good ol' southern white boy meth-heads hollering nasty stuff to me and flashing me their 2-tooth grins. Gee, what girl wouldn't be charmed by that?

But "HEY BABY!" and "SHOW US THEM TITS!" turned to "PULL OVER BITCH!" and "YOU STUCK-UP CUNT!"

I was beginning to get a little scared, especially after my attempts to evade them failed. I sped up, they sped up; I slowed down, they slowed down. I zipped in and out between semi's to lose them, but there they still were and apparently now madder than ever...
It just so happened that I was approaching the first exit for the town where I went to college. (Which had been conveniently located just over an hour from my parents, just slightly less than an hour from my current home). So I zipped down the off-ramp at the very last second, hoping to lose them. Much to my dismay, I saw them cut into the off-ramp as well...crap, they would had to have cut across 2 lanes of interstate traffic to do that! They WERE crazy! (or at least high on something and maybe dangerous)…

OK, NOW I really was scared and headed right to a big truck stop located right off the interstate. I had stopped at this place before to fill up on gas and snacks, and new it was a big "travel plaza" that catered to truckers and was typically pretty well populated at all hours of the day. And yeah, Beavis and Butthead were following me into the parking lost there as well...

I did my best Dukes of Hazard maneuver by darting behind an 18-wheeler that was backing up, trapping them behind the truck for a few beats while I shot my car into a parking space and scampered inside the truck stop while they were stuck. Once inside I began nervously pacing and watching out the window...yep, they were circling the parking lot like vultures (but even uglier), eventually hovering near my parked car. CRAP!

So I began looking around this truck stop, er I mean 'travel plaza' for help...and that's when my eyes landed on a particularly burly black fella. And yes, I immediately began picturing what he might look like with no pants o even as I was tapping him on his big arm and whispering "excuse me, sir...?"

He was big and very strong-looking, although what I would describe as "country strong" not body-builder type muscles. He was wearing jean shorts (JORTS!) with short work boots and a sleeveless T-shirt. He was balding on-top with a somewhat raggedly beard. He looked up and down while I pleaded my case to him about my hillbilly stalkers, and his face curled up into a look of pure intensity and rage/disgust when he tore his gaze away from me and out the window towards my car. He immediately began stomping out the glass door and I was actually nervous for the rednecks...he was quite an INTIMIDATING presence when angry! He turned into Black Hulk right in front of me…

And apparently my methed-out stalkers agreed, tearing out of the parking lot at the very sight of this mini-King Kong coming after them! I quickly joined him outside as we watched them drive out of sight, and I couldn't help myself from saying "OH MY GOSH! THAT WAS SOOOOOOOOOO COOL!"

He was still staring after them with pure rage in his eyes, but after awhile he was like "aw shucks, ma'am" and his eyes went back to checking me out...I had changed out of my dressier clothes after church (darn it!) for the drive home and was now wearing shorts, flip-flops and a T-shirt from my alma mater (the college of the town we were currently in)...yes, while I was a bit casual/sloppy, I was showing off plenty of leg and my freshly pedicured feet. He wasn't complaining, LOL!

I threw my arms around his neck and squealed my THANKS! to him, pressing my body against his. I gave him a smokey doe-eyed look and asked him if he’d walk me to my car “just to be safe” and as you may expect, he agreed. Once we were at my car, I continued to heap my “THANKS SO MUCH” upon him, calling him my hero…and running my hands all over his massive arms and chest, cooing about how BIG and STRONG he was! I offered him cash as thanks and like any good southern gent worth his salt he refused, saying he was just doing what he was supposed to.

By this point we were standing very close to each other, my breasts pressing against his burly chest. I ran my fingers the rest of the way up his shoulders so that my arms were around his neck. I stood on my tip-toes, my feet pressing up out of my flip-flops to say quietly to him:

“Well, at least let me give you a THANK YOU kiss!”

And with that I pressed my pink lips against his thick purple ones…gently and sweetly at first, but then with a little more force as I pressed myself against him. Our “sweet” kiss grew more passionate as our lips smacked and HEY, DID I JUST MOAN? Yes, I did…my tongue also snaked forward to lick at his lips and tongue...and once again to his credit as a southern gent, I was the one escalating things!

Finally we broke, realizing we were standing in the middle of a truck stop, er, travel plaza. He said he needed to go and I said the same thing as well. But before we parted, I asked if he wanted to stay in touch? He was hesitant to give me his cell phone number, but did give me an email address and his name: Curtis…

Once I was in my car to finish the drive home, I began shaking. Not just at the close call with the meth-heads, but more about the close call I just had with Curtis! My nipples were tingling like crazy and I was totally moist. I was totally ready to yank off his pants off right then and there in the parking lot, but HE was the one cooling things down! LOL, what had I become?!? I was playing with my nipples and rubbing my bare feet all over the rough gas pedal on the way home as I fantasized about his big black burly body and what *almost* happened…

I waited a decent amount of time before emailing him. Due to the nature of his email address, I assumed this was his ‘private’ one that he kept from others…his family or wife? I tried not to think about whether he was married or not. Heck, I wasn’t married and I had given him my own “private” email, not the one I shared with family and friends. LOL, its OK in this day and age to have a “hook-up” email, I guess…

Anyway, we spent some time getting to know each other, which was actually really cool. I mean, there was the obvious first spark and physical attraction…but then a period of conversation before plunging right into anything more serious, such as a bed.  I found out he was from Alabama, and part of his regular route was driving his truck up to Chicago and other surrounding areas and back, explaining his presence on I-65 that day. I *KNEW* he was a good southern (black) boy! Southern people are just better, I tell ya!

And I told him about myself, but I wasn’t 100% honest with him, either. He just naturally assumed I was a college girl. Now I wasn’t TECHNICALLY lying, as that WAS my alma mater on my T-shirt and the town in which we met. I suppose I should have corrected him and told him that I’d already graduated a couple years previously and had moved away…but at the end of the day, I didn’t figure it really mattered. And I did like the fact I was playing a bit of a rolewith him…he seemed REALLY intrigued with the fact I was a “little white college girl”, so I went with it, wanting him to enjoy himself…

(its funny how it would’ve made me mad in my work environment if someone had thought I was still 19…but in this scenario, I thought it was totally cool and actually flattering!)

Our emails (and eventually chats) grew saucier over time as they tend to do, and before long they were downright scandalous…him, telling me how pretty and HOT he thought I was and he kept thinking about our kiss…and me saying similar stuff back to him, telling him that I would have been willing to thank him more enthusiastically if I’d had the chance…

And yes, naturally the whole white/black thing came up…he asked if I’d been with black guys, and I was careful how I answered him, not exactly telling the truth but not exactly lying either…I kept saying that I’d never dated or been out with a black guy. Which was 100% true! I had never ever been on a date with a black guy! And when he asked “ever been tempted?” I’d just reply that I had been a good girl all though school (also true!) and not ever really thought about black guys that way…until recently (Also true!) And then when he asked “you thinking about it now?” I could whole-heartedly answer YES (also very very true!)

During our (heated) conversations, we were discussing scenarios and such and one thing that came out was how he’d always had a thing for seeing white girls in bathing suits, in the pool, etc. I mean, that totally made sense, I guess all guys like to see that…but I could tell it was something more to him, something that REALLY tripped his trigger by the way he kept talking about it…

So naturally the talk turned to trying to hookup the next time he was passing thru town. And that wasn’t easy, believe it or not with our conflicting work schedules. FINALLLY after weeks of trying, there was a weekday he would be passing thru that I was able to take off.

And remembering his fascination with white girls in bikinis, I made some special plans for him that he wouldn’t soon forget. After all, I still needed to “thank” him, right? ;)

So I scoped out the “travel plaza” online and found a cheap motel that basically shared the same parking lot. The day I was supposed to meet Curtis, I went up bright and early and booked a room there. Yes, there was a pool at the motel, right on the other side of the fence from the travel plaza, and YES, I was already laying out in a black and pink 2-piece when Curtis’ 18 wheeler pulled into the parking lot across the way. I flagged him down and …oh my. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he saw me. I padded up to the fence to talk to him, barefoot in my tiny 2-piece…

He was looking at me with a look of such hunger, I almost expected him to rip thru the fence to get at me! I directed him inside to the pool area and pointed towards the room I’d gotten. He expected me to go there with him, but that wasn’t my plan. No, I wanted to “play” with him at the pool for awhile before meeting him at the room! Instead there was a pair of cheap flowered swim trunks I’d bought him at Wal-Mart, guessing at his size.

He joined me by the pool and while I wasn’t completely ignoring him, I was acting a little distant towards him, like we really didn’t know each other This was of course to tease him even more (I’m bad, right?). He plopped down on a chair next to me while I sunned myself. After a while I asked him if he would rub some lotion on my back and you should’ve seen his eyes light up! I knew this was a fantasy of his and the whole thing felt like a porn scene playing out, which I guess it kinda was… ;)

The feel of his BIG rough hands on my back and shoulders (and the backs of my legs…and my feet LOL), plus the warm oil and the sun bearing down on me…it was all making my head spin. I was getting crazy horny, but was determined to be the cool one between us, the one doing the ‘teasing’ and keeping the tempo slow…but it wasn’t easy, especially when I looked back and saw a lump in the front of his trunks the size of a loaf of bread!

After awhile of laying out together and sipping lemonade (yes, I am a southern belle and brought a cooler of icy lemonade!), I got up and headed towards the pool. I slipped in, the water feeling like pure bliss on my over-heated body. Once in, I glanced back at Curtis with his big tent still in the front of his swim trunks! I wiggled my finger and motioned him over to join me in the water….and he did.

At this point I should mention that there were a few others at the pool, a family, so I did my best to keep things fairly cool between us…although there was a part of brain SCREAMING that I was acting like a slut with this big black man IN PUBLIC! WHERE I’D GONE TO COLLEGE AND STILL HAD FRIENDS! But the more reasonable side of my brain assured me that no one I knew would be at this cheap little interstate motel pool in the middle of a work day.

So he and I played around in the pool a bit, very casually but definitely flirting…I was doing my best to keep him at a bit of a distance, but would occasionally grab at him or jump on him in the water. Once again, just interacting playfully with each other…on the surface, anyway. I would extend my leg to keep him at a distance, often placing my foot against his chest. Which was OK with him, as he had told he had a bit of a foot fetish (of COURSE I’d asked in email/chat, why do you ask?)…he would grab at my foot and stare at it like it was a big chicken wing he was dying to take a bit out of! And of course I would use my other foot to slip up inside his trunks and "accidentally" ;) graze his junk underwater where no one could see…

After teasing him under water for awhile , I got out of the pool and went back to my chair to lie down. He followed along and I said nothing to him as he plopped down beside me and I offered him a towel to dry off. I LOVED the feel of the mid-day sun drying my body off and warming it up…I was purring like a kitten and it was about that time that my horniness was peaking. LOL, forget teasing HIM, I was getting to the point of NEEDING it!

So without saying a word, I hopped up and began padding towards the motel room. I didn’t even bother grabbing my things or even putting my flip flops on, instead LOVING the feel of the rough hot asphalt beneath my bare soles. I waited until I was entering the room to look back at Curtis…and when I did, I lifted my sunglasses so he could see I was looking right at him and VERY SUBTLY nodded my head towards the door of the room I was opening…

I saw him leap up, and then quickly stepped inside myself, leaving the door open a few inches…LOL, I could actually hear his giant feet smacking the pavement LOUDLY as he neared the door! He was walking with great authority and purpose! He stepped inside the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust from the bright sunlight to the dim room, to see ME just inside the door and leaning back on the dresser facing him…

He wasted no time in moving towards me, and yanking my body right off the dresser and against his. My hands went immediately around his head and shoulders and one leg whipped around his waist as he grabbed my butt cheeks and lifted me towards him. Our lips met and were immediately mashing together passionately, his fat tongue slipping inside my mouth and causing a surprised moan to escape out of me…

He moved me away from the edge of the dresser and my one free foot scrambled to fine footing on the floor as he began walking me backwards…finally I said “what the heck?” and wrapped that leg around his thick waist as well, locking my ankles behind his back and let him carry me wherever it was he intended to take me…

Oh, it was the bed…what a surprise! 

As soon as his legs made contact with the edge of the bed he tossed me down on it with himself landing right on top of me. That loaf-of-bread sized lump was pressing thru his swim trunks against my bikini-covered crotch, and I immediately began grinding against it. OMG, we were both SO SLIPPERY from a combination of pool water, suntan lotion, and SWEAT, we were slithering against each other as we kissed and humped...my bathing suit top slipped down and his head followed it, his lips immediately clamping down on one of my nipples…

I took that opportunity to unhook my ankles around his waist and allow my toes to hook inside the waistband of his swim trunks and YANK them down! He murmured in surprise as his dick sprang up and bouncing like a diving board…he grabbed it and stepped forward, both of us looking down to see him rub it against my bikini-clad crotch and then continue to use the head of it to push that bikini bottom to the side…and then with the bikini bottom pushed aside, the head of his dick rubbing against my moist exposed pussy lips and…

He angled his hips forward and his thick black dick parted my lips and slipped right inside me.

!!!!!

Not too fast, not too slow…just effortlessly pressing inside me…he was thick and I was tight, but there was minimal resistance due to my extreme wetness. I gasped and he grunted, and just like that, he had his dick inside me and was beginning to fuck me! Not any oral sex or much foreplay like you might expect, but that’s OK because we’d been ‘foreplaying’ each other since that kiss in the parking lot and we were both definitely ready for this!

And see, that was the thing here: Curtis wanted me SO BAD at that point!
I mean, I guess every guy wants to fuck a pretty girl…but this was different. I could feel his long-suppressed desire for a white girl in a bathing suit at that moment…I was fulfilling maybe his biggest and oldest fantasy. When was the first time he’d been turned on by a white girl in a bikni…as a teenager? Even younger? Had he lusted after white women by the pool in high school or on vacations as a young man? Had he jacked off to Sport Illustrated swimsuit editions? Maybe while watching Miss USA pageants, dreaming about putting his black dick inside blonde Miss California in her red-white and blue bikini?

His dick felt like an iron bar inside me as he slammed it in and out…he was leaning over me, both of our eyes traveling from each other’s faces to down each other’s bodies and of course down to his black dick disappearing inside me…I was gripping his balding head with my hands , occasionally dragging him down to kiss. My legs were up in the hair, my arched bare feet pressing against his thick shoulders and upper arms…

Occasionally he would slow things down, presumably to keep from coming too soon, and that’s when I’d kiss him…or he’d grab one of my feet and wrap his wide lips around my heel or arch, just like he was biting into corn on the cob! But even with the little slow-downs, the pace stayed quite frantic and very very URGENT! Yes, that’s the word I would use: URGENT! Even though he was taking a little longer than Simon did, the situation felt similar: it was so URGENT for him to get his dick inside me, that was all that mattered and it didn’t matter if he came soon or not…in fact:

“Come,” I said. I meant to say something more eloquent, but “COME!” and “I want you to…”was all that came out…

And he did, his eyes getting bigger as the pace of his pumping quyickly increased, and the he pulled out with a grunt and began spraying hot semen all over my torso, from the patch of spandex of my bikini bottoms all way up my belly, boobs and even a few splats up to my face for good measure. My legs were still up in the air, my toes clenching beside his big ugly face while he emptied the contents of his balls all over me…

He finally collapsed beside me and we collected ourselves. It was at this moment that I noticed a couple things:
1. My entire upper body was coated with a mind-bending mixture of: sweat, cocoa butter, and negro semen.
2. We had failed to close the door all the way…it had been open a couple inches the whole time we’d been having sex! But we’d been too carried away to notice and I immediately began wondering how loud I’d been?

And while it had been totally appropriate that things played out like they did with him coming first and so urgently, I realized that I had *not* come yet and was very very very horny and eager to do so…

“Let me go get cleaned up,” I said to him as I lazily ran my fingernails across his broad chest and my toes across his thigh. “So we can do it again…”

His eyes lit up at those words, and I hopped up…but instead of heading for the bathroom, I adjusted my bathing suit, checked myself in the mirror, and headed out the door to the pool! Yes, there was negro come drying all over my torso and bikini, but I sprinted towards the pool quickly hoping no one would notice.
(and yes, in retrospect: I guess it was a little gross washing his come off me in a public pool. But in the moment, it just felt like the thing to do. Don’t judge me.)

Luckily there was only one couple by the pool and I’m pretty sure neither of them noticed what was covering my torso before I jumped in the pool. He was a scrawny sun-burned redneck who could NOT stop staring at me, to the point where it was actually offending me and I began to feel sorry for the girl he was with whom he was ignoring. Granted she was a bit of a chub, but no girl deserves that. I wish there had been some way to let him know exactly WHOM I had just had sex with (and was about to do it again with ;))

So I went back to the room, this time making sure I closed the door all the way. I was soaking dripping wet from the pool as I approached the bed. Curtis was still sprawled there pretty much like I left him, swim trunks around his knees and big black dick now deflated and laying on his leg, still sticky and shiny from where it had been inside me.

I stood before him and yanked his trunks off all the way. And now that I had his attention, I also removed my bathing suit so that I was finally totally 100% bare before him. I think it had been important to leave it on during round 1, so he could SEE it on me and pushed aside while he played out his ultimate fantasy of fucking a young cute white girl in a bikini. But now I think it was DEFINITELY time to get naked and he seemed to agree as he pulled me towards him on the bed…

Nice SLOW making out, his big rough hands gentle but firm on my body...totally different feeling from the way my white boyfriends had touched me over the years. This was like being touched by a MAN, a full-grown MAN, strong and full of testosterone. My whole body was trembling, and not just from the fact that I’d just gotten out of the pool…
“Its yo’ turn…” he whispered as he began kissing a line down my body, which was just what I’d hoped to hear him say. Like a true southern gent, he knew my satisfaction was just as important as his.

Soon he was eating my pussy and just let me say this: the myth that southern black men don’t eat pussy is just that: A MYTH! No doubt made up by white guys to keep their women from totally being stolen away. And Curtis was quite good at it…after a respectable amount of time, I found myself gripping that balding black head of his with my thighs clamped around it, humping my clit against his flicking tongue and basically coming all over his face.

Now that “my turn” had passed, it was now HIS again…I didn’t get to taste his dick during our first URGENT encounter and was now more than eager to shift around in the motel bed so that I could put him in my mouth. I returned the favor by kissing/licking/nibbling my way down his thick doughy torso...like I said, he was STRONG but not bodybuilder type, looked like he could throw bales of hay all day. I was fascinated with the taste/texture of his thick pectoral muscles, chewing on his nipples before I kissed my way down his doughy mid-section to his…

Big Black Dick!
Yay!

It was nice and big and thick, probably about the same size as Courtney’s. I teased all around his inner thighs first, then the head of it for awhile, licking up and down the shaft before looking him dead in the eye when I put it in my mouth to suck it. Ah, nothing like that "NEW BLACK DICK" taste, especially when it has the tastes of his come and pussy already on it. And THAT’s when it really sunk in, that I had done it (and was still doing it) again. I had just let this black man I barely knew fuck me and eat me and now I had licked his body all over and was basically sucking him like his dick was in the middle of the desert and I was dying of thirst!

This big sweet grizzly bear of a country black man smiled down at me while I sucked him and I mentally filed him away to join the others: Curtis, black, stocky, 30’s, black, truck driver, black, balding, big black dick, black...

He laid back and let me work my magic on him. I could tell that I had improved my skills as a dick-sucker vastly since I’d been sucking Dom regularly the previous few months…and about 1000 times better than I had been with Courtney and about 1000000000 times better than I had been with my white ex-boyfriends (in fairness, they hadn’t given me much to work with)…now I felt quite confident in my abilities and was finding it was so much easier to do and be good at when you love what you’re doing and LOVE the taste of it!

Curtis laid back and watched, but after awhile resumed rubbing his hands all over my body…fingering me and much to my delight, licking my feet and sucking my toes! Yes, this was another early Mandi-Pedi encounter and YES, I was getting addicted to the feeling of it!

This led to a full fledged 6ixty-9ining, him pulling me on top of him, me riding his face as his dick swells back to full size and hardness in my mouth…pretty soon, I’m sliding down the length of his body so I can sit on it and put it back inside me…riding it and looking back over my shoulder at him grinning like a pumpkin and squeezing my buttcheeks…

That led to a nice ‘round the world’ (or at least ‘round the motel room’) sex session, shifting and grinding thru all the expected positions: me riding him, spooning and doggie style in front of the mirror over the dresser, both of us watching his thick black dick disappear inside me…me riding him FACING him, watching him stare at my boobs as they jiggled, sucking his short but thick fingers, leaning down to kiss him, him grunting:

“You aint ever fucked them white college boys like this…”

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement and it didn’t matter either way. Once again, it was 100% the truth and it was easy for me to reply that no, I never fucked a white guy like this NOR had a white guy ever fucked ME like this either!

And by the point the intensity in the room was back up to the frantic point, nearly as URGENT as that first time (but not quite, more controlled this time) as he rolled me off him, flipping me over on my back so he could crawl on top of me again. I spread my legs wide in the air and my feet pressed against that massive chest and shoulders. I was totally mesmerized by the sight of my dainty, freshly-pedicured white (OK, actually lite honey-colored ;)) feet pressed against his black skin. I was rubbing them all over his chest and arms, massaging his doughy flesh with my toes. Rubbing my clit furiously at the both the sight and feel of this. Working my feet up to shoulders, rubbing my soles all over his face and especially that balding black head, now slick with sweat.

Whenever I’d smother his face with my feet he’d groan and begin pumping away even harder and faster at me. He would pull them down to rest on his shoulders and slow things down whenever he was getting too close to coming, but I wanted them on his face, actually all over his body, rubbing my tingling sweaty soles all over his equally sweaty black torso…

I moved my hands down to squeeze his buttcheeks and even reached down far enough to massage his balls…and THAT was all it took: me rubbing his balls with my feet pressed against his face, to trigger another massive nut from him. He reached down to pull out and gripped his buttcheeks and whispered: “Do it inside me!”

And he did. OH, how he did!

He bellowed like a bull when he unloaded, and I immediately felt him splattering my inside with 98.6 degree negro semen. I think being allowed to come inside was a treat he hadn’t planned on, and he seemed intent on draining every single remaining drop out of his balls and into me. He collapsed on top of me, my arms and legs immediately wrapping around his wide body to keep him inside me while he emptied his balls. We kissed and much to my delight, I swear I could actually taste my own sweaty feet on his lips and mustache! HOT!

Afterwards he cleaned up in the bathroom, washing the smell of sex and pool chlorine off him and leaving the cheap Wal-Mart trunks I’d bought him in the room. We promised to keep in touch (we did!) and to do it again sometime (we did!) before he got back on the road.

Since I already had the motel room rented, I took a nap and later spent the late afternoon out by the pool. It was nice to lay back and enjoy the warm sun and think about how much fun my life now was that I was enjoying sex with new and different black men! I could definitely get used to the lifestyle, and realized that maybe I already was…