The Chronicles of Jesse Adler- Truck Load

by Cly

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, MaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Safe Sex, Workplace, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: In this part, Jesse is a young security guard at a warehouse. A trucker comes in during the night and helps her waste some time.

Jesse sat at the table in the little guard shack, staring at the wall boredly. Another night shift. At least this place was pretty simple and quiet. She had to watch the gate should any truckers come by. She would sign them in, tell them which gate had their load, and sign them out when they left. And there were very few truckers who came at night. Hell, the last couple times she'd been made to work this shift, there had been all of one.

Sighing, she leaned back, thinking eagerly about seeing her friend with benefits in the morning. She always visited him when she had this shift, considering how close by he lived to this place. It had her glancing at the clock several times. Time wasn't going by fast enough, so she pulled out her cell phone, texting one of her other friends who also had night shifts. For about an hour they bullshitted with one another, teasing and making jokes about their jobs and the supervisor.

"He's such a perv," she typed out. "Not kidding man. He stares at my ass."

About a minute later came the reply. "He's totally a gnome. A mage gnome."

"Y a mage?" she responded.

Another minute and her phone beeped. "Bcuz he blinks around and he conjures paperwork."

"LOL. Better paperwork than hardons! =)"

As she sat there, Jesse giggled. She could hardly wait to get home and hop on World of Warcraft. Her friend and she had found out their supervisor played, and they teased him mercilessly about the subject.

After a while, a pair of intense head lights lit up the dim shack through the window. Jesse could hear the rumble of a semi-truck's engine. With a sigh, she quickly texted her friend that she had a truck and she'd be back in a bit. If anyone ever saw her with a cell phone and thought to get her in trouble, that would be the way to do it. Stuffing the phone in her pocket, she pulled on the thick coat the security company had given her and stepped out into the cold.

With a bit of a strain, Jesse pushed the large gate open enough for the truck to pull forward into the parking lot. Once it got to the line where they were suppose to stop, she heaved, closing the gate behind it. There was an empty trailer behind this truck, so she made note of it on the clipboard she'd brought out as she walked up to the cabin. It was a big truck, a personally owned one. Some kind of contractor, she figured. The living quarters were larger than the trucks the company offered.

As she got up to the front, the trucker turned on his cabin light, rolling down the window. He leaned out to peer down at her, offering her a charming grin. "Good evening. A bit chilly, isn't it?"

Jesse smiled as a puff of her breath curled around her face, reminding her she needed a cigarette. "Sure is. Wanna tell me what load you're picking up so I can get back in my little cave and warm up?"

The man snickered. He was probably early forties, clean shaven, his hair short cropped but full and thick even though it was grey. There were wrinkles around his eyes, but otherwise he looked good for his age. The wrinkles deepened when he smiled, adding a bit of charm to him. "I've got a load I need to let go."

Jesse blinked, then she laughed at his obviously sexual jest. "I'm sure you do. And I've got just the hole for the job. Just a sec." She chuckled, walking around the front of the truck. She checked the "score board" as the other guards called it, a whiteboard that was updated constantly with each gate that was open or occupied and with what number load to easily and quickly get trucks moved in and out. Finding an open gate, she muttered the number and headed back out as she lit up her cigarette.

The man was digging around in some compartment next to his seat when she came back. She grabbed the side mirror and lifted herself up so she was peering into the window. "Found an open hole for your load," she giggled, making the man jump. He had one of those little computers in his hand that she had seen with other truckers, the ones that remotely told them what loads they were suppose to pick up and where to drop it off.

"Oh, do you now?" he grinned at her again. His teeth were straight and white.

"Gate 52. It's on the other side of the building. Just put it in real gentle, it's been a while since that gate's had a load so big," Jesse teased, winking at the trucker. He was laughing. "When you're leaving, just stop here again, I gotta get you to sign paperwork."

The trucker leaned over closer to her. "Not gonna let me have a clean getaway, eh? Oh well. Actually, I've been told by dispatch I'm not leaving until the trailer gets filled in the morning. Where am I allowed to park for the night?"

Jesse pointed behind her. "In the parking lot. They just ask you don't block the side door."

The man nodded. "Alright, I'll just drop this off. Gotta unload myself in some unsuspecting hole." He grinned, chuckling as Jesse hopped off the truck, watching him go by.

She smiled to herself, shaking her head. At least this trucker seemed to have some class. He didn't outright get lewd with her. Taking a drag of her smoke, she went over to her car, patting it on the spoiler. It sat there so quietly, making her sigh. "Soon, my dear. Just another 6 hours of this sitting around and then we'll be on the road again, tearing up the asphalt and breaking the hearts of them mustangs." She snickered to herself, pulling out her cell phone.

"I need to get my car a porche BF," she texted to her friend.

"LOL. That would be hot. I can see the car babies," he replied a few seconds later.

"Inorite? Doing donuts in front wheel drive not so fun." Once she'd sent that text, she finished her smoke, lighting up another while waiting for the response. When it didn't come, she decided to text something else. "Got a trucker come in, totally hot, dude. Ubber hot. =D"

Her phone beeped before she could put it back in her pocket. "U need to get laid. Like hardcore. LOL."

She laughed, the keys of the phone clicking as she texted in response. "ROFLMAO. Maybe I should use the flashlite as a dildo."

"Oh man. That's so bad. U r so bad. Send me pics." Jesse laughed hard.

"I don't think you're suppose to be texting at work."

Jesse glanced behind her. The trucker had not only parked nearby, but had snuck up behind her while she'd been occupied with her text conversation. She slipped the phone into her pocket hurriedly, which only made the man laugh. "Don't worry. I won't say anything. I know these jobs can be boring. I was gonna ask if I might be able to bum a smoke off you? Didn't have the chance to stop and get a pack myself."

Jesse smiled. "Sure, I'm sure that's the reason." She winked at him as she pulled out her pack, offering him a cigarette.

"Thanks," he grunted, smiling at her. She offered him her own cigarette to help him get his lit, taking it when he handed it back. Then he shrugged. "Can't I stand around and have a conversation with the night guard? You got anything better to do with your night?"

Jesse clicked her tongue, raising her brow at him. "I got six more hours before I get relieved. If you wanna stay up I don't mind the company. Helps me stay awake."

"I don't have anything better to do, myself." He took a long drag, peering at her closely, mostly at her chest which was well defined even under her uniform shirt since she had her jacket open.

Jesse grinned at him. "Staring's not polite," she teased.

"Oh sorry, but it's like they have a gravitional field, they're just pulling my eyes to them," he chuckled.

Jesse laughed, shaking her head. "You're so lucky I think that's funny, dude." She turned away from him, heading to the honeybucket behind the shack, flicking her cigarette away into the frozen grass. Once she was done with her business, the trucker had finished his cigarette, so she turned toward the shack and he followed after her.

Jesse glanced at him as he closed the door behind him. He was well built, a little taller than she was. He removed his jacket, revealing broad shoulders and a lean body. He wore a blue button up shirt, his forearms well muscled. It suddenly made her nervous just as much as it aroused her, but she turned away, taking off her jacket and sitting down to write out all the various things she had to document. The trucker sat in the plastic chair in the corner next to the door.

"You said there was paper work I needed to fill out before I could leave. Maybe I can get that done now rather than later?" His voice was pleasant, not too deep or too pitched, not annoyingly loud or hard to hear soft.

Jesse glanced back at him, then shrugged, digging through the drawer of the desk for another pen as the one she had was dying. "Sure. It'll waste all of a couple minutes. I'll need your driver's license." She held up the sheet she was filling out. "And before you ask why the answer is because it says so right here. I don't make the rules, I just follow orders."

The trucker laughed as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "Shouldn't I be carding you?" he snickered, then added teasingly as he handed her his license, "Are you good at following orders?"

She flashed him a smile. "I'm old enough to drink, don't worry about that. And sometimes I follow orders, if I can find a man who knows how to give them," she laughed. "Most boys don't know their dicks from their asses, though, so they can make orders all they want, I just whip 'em." She turned away, filling out the paperwork. "What a way to introduce yourself, Austin. Had to give me your ID before I could get your name." She glanced back at him with a grin.

He shrugged with a good natured expression. "Well, you haven't offered your name. Should I just call you 'guard lady?'"

"Ha!" she barked. "That's so cute, you mistake me for a lady." She then turned the chair, offering her hand. "Name's Jesse Adler. Remember that. I'll be famous one day."

He shook her hand while chuckling. "Big ambitions, huh?"

"Gonna be a writer. My books will be movies, and I'll be a big name. Like Tolken and Rowling. I'll be global, and I'll be awesome." She said it earnestly, the determination obvious in her words. Then she smiled wrily, turning away again. "I just gotta finish a damn story, is my problem. But I'll get around to it soon enough."

"What do you write?" he asked like he was actually interested.

Jesse never passed up an oppurtunity to talk about her stories. "Sci-fi, fantasy, that kind of stuff. You know, dragons, aliens, magic, space travel. And I throw some erotica in there a bit. I've been told I'm good at what I do, so I dunno, maybe I'll make it really big. Gotta have a dream, right?"

Austin nodded. "I hear you. You got anyone to share your dream with? You know, like a boyfriend?"

She shrugged. "Had a husband. Still live with him even though we're going through a divorce. Guess he thinks it'll make up for his behavior if he doesn't kick me out on the streets with my cats. But I can't be mad at him too much. He got me away from my mom, got me a car, and that got me this job which pays more than enough for an apartment. Just gotta find one not priced like a mansion."

"Good way to think of things," he said, seeming impressed by her outlook.

Jesse bobbed her head a little. "I wasn't nicknamed 'Zen' for no reason." Then she glanced at him over her shoulder. "So what's your story? Did you grow up wanting to be a trucker? Married? Pets? Kids?"

Austin chuckled, stretching out nonchalantly. "Naw. It's just a job, like all of them. I used to work in an office, but I prefer trucking. At least you get to meet interesting people, like security guards." He winked at her when she glared back at him. "And no wife. Not anymore. Just one son, about your age, I'd think. Had a dog, but the ex took her. My life would make a good country song."

"Just play it in reverse," she giggled. "And yeah, I guess we gotta be pretty insane to do this job," she admitted teasingly. "Don't pay enough for the risks." Then she grunted in laughter. "Though maybe some risks are worth taking, you know?"

Her phone beeped suddenly in her pocket. Jesse thought to ignore it but Austin leaned back in the chair. "I guess you're popular."

She giggled. "Hardly. I just got some friends who really like me." She pulled out her phone, glancing at the message.

"Seriously, r u fucking that flashlite? Clean it when ur done! =P"

Jesse had to giggle. Austin raised a brow. "That good, huh?"

She waved her hand. "Just my friend, he's another guard. We always tease each other about using the various objects at our locations for, um, sexual purposes. Sometimes we even send really horrible pictures to each other. Hell, in fact, I got a good one. Watch this!" She had Austin stand, taking the chair he was sitting in and arranging it with the one she'd been sitting in. Then she snapped a picture, grinning at him. "Furniture sex." When he shook his head with a snicker, she shrugged. "Hey, man, at least it passes the time, right?"

"Sure, I suppose."

She added the pucture to her text writing in, "OMG, the chairs, theyr goin at it, man. WTF?"

"I think there are better ways to pass the time, though."

Jesse hit "send" when she heard Austin talk, glancing up at him. "What?"

Jesse hardly had a moment to comprehend the situation. There was much noise and movement, the chairs knocked over and her phone dropping out of her hand to the ground. She found herself pressed up against the only clear spot on the wall of the small shack, Austin's strong hand around her throat. He held her with just enough pressure to prevent her from moving, but she could still breathe. Despite the sudden jolt of adrenaline, Jesse couldn't ignore the warmth under her navel. She liked it when her partners held her down by her throat, but this was entirely unwanted.

Rather than trying to break his grasp on her throat, she tried to scratch at his face. His free hand grabbed one of her wrists, pressing it against the wall next to her head. Her heart pounding, Jesse squirmed desperately.

"Let me go!" she screamed, trying to fight him off.

Suddenly he kissed her. It was harsh and punishing, but with enough of a sensual hint that made her stop a moment. His strong body was pressed up against her, preventing her kicks. But her other hand was still free and she dug her long nails into his cheek. He grunted, drawing back.

"Let go of me, you asshole!" she snarled, slapping him across the face.

"If I let go now, you'll call the cops. Better that I finish what I have in mind and then see how you feel afterwards," he laughed, letting go of her throat but pulling her from the wall, easily and expertly pulling her arm behind her back as he slammed her down onto the desk. He snatched her other hand, holding them together as he opened the drawer of the desk. "I thought I saw some zip ties in here."

Still squirming, Jesse glared back at him over her shoulder. He had her down in such a way that she found it difficult to struggle. She had to think fast. "If-if you let me go now, I won't call the cops. We can go outside, have a cigarette, forget this happened..."

Austin bent over her, his mouth near her ear as she felt him wrap one of the large zip ties they used for empty trailers around her wrists. She could feel the hardness of his gender against her ass. "Oh, but this is going to happen, Ms. Jesse Adler, and I'm hoping that when I'm done, you won't forget it any time soon." He spoke hotly into her ear, sending an involentary shiver through her whole body. He pulled the zip tie just tight enough that she couldn't wiggle her hands out of it.

Jesse felt as much anger as fear, squirming hard against Austin's strong body. But it only made him laugh. His hand moved over her ass, feeling her through the baggy black dress pants she had to wear as her uniform. She could feel his hand wander to her crotch, rubbing at her slit through the cloth. She was still struggling, trying to get him off balanced.

She yelped when she felt Austin's large hand lay against her ass. She wiggled, squeaking when he did it again. Glancing over her shoulder, she couldn't deny that she was feeling erotisized by the situation. But that didn't mean this was OK. He grinned at her, leaning over to speak into her ear again. "I think we should go somewhere a little more comfortable." He nibbled her earlobe, using his tongue to flick at her multiple piercings. She gasped, her body tingling from the sensation.

Then he pulled her off the desk, holding her steady as he reached down and grabbed their jackets. He put hers around her shoulders, making sure he stood in front of the door as he pulled on his own. She glared at him, still wiggling her hands. "You'll be sorry if you don't let me go," she growled, still trying to get out of the situation. She had often thought about what she would do if someone was trying to rape her. She had had the arrogant thoughts that she'd be strong enough to resist. She'd be brave enough to beat the fucker into the ground. She'd do some kind of awesome kung fu shit, have the guy begging for mercy by the time the cops got there. Now she was faced the prospect and she found she was terrified. All she could think to do was try to survive. He was obviously very strong and she didn't want to get hurt or killed.

She cringed when he drew up against her, again his mouth against her ear, making her shiver. "I think it's you who would be sorry if I stopped now." Again he sucked on her ear, nibbling along the cartiledge. His hand slid under the jacket, cupping one of her full breasts. She could feel him rub her hardened nipple through the fabric. Then, as if he just knew, he rumbled next to her ear, the vibration tipping her over the edge. She let out a soft moan, more of a sigh than anything else, but it was enough for him.

Her knees felt weak and she stumbled a little as he pulled her along with him into the cold night. She knew there were no cameras outside the building, only inside, so there would be no record of this. And this faucility was on a long, dark stretch of road that very few vehicles ever came down. No one was going to help her. She glanced at the gate, knowing that without her hands she couldn't get it open. The thing was heavy and one of its rollers was broken. There was no way she was going to get out of this.

Austin opened the door to his truck. He pushed her up into the driver seat, stepped up after her. "Move." His voice was low, confident in his authority. It was the kind of tone she'd always wanted to hear, the only kind that made her actually want to obey. She shivered, moving further into the cab of the truck. He drew himself in, closing the door behind him.

He then stood, stepping toward her. His green eyes were smugly lidded, looking at her closely. She stepped back, but hit the edge of the bed, falling onto her rump. She looked up at him, the wheels turning in her mind of how she could get out of this. When his hands started to unzip his jeans, she clenched her teeth together. "I'll bite you," she growled.

He pulled out his cock, and she almost thought she should just forget fighting. He was exactly how she liked, not so long, but good and thick. It had been so long since she'd had a truly good fucking. She liked it hard and rough, being held down and forced helpless. What was the difference between that and what was happening?

"If you bite me, I might change my mind about letting you go when we're done." His voice was mockingly sweet, but with enough threat that it made her gulp. Then he reached out, his fingers gripping a handful of her long, dark brown hair. He jerked her head forward, pressing the head of his shaft against her lips. She whimpered, trying to resist. He just snickered. "Suck me, slut. You know you want to."

Again his tone was of that confident authority, making her tremble. Hesitantly, she parted her lips. As soon as he felt her give in, he pulled her head toward his hip. He slipped himself into the heat of her mouth, groaning at the sensation. She had to keep remindng herself to relax and breathe or she would gag. She heard his voice above her, gruff with arousal. "I've always liked a slut with a tongue pierce. Now show me you know how to use it."

Jesse felt a hot blush on her cheek in humilation. But hey, if this was going to happen, then she might as well get some enjoyment out of it, right? She was enough of a submissive to find a deep sense of pleasure in pleasing her partner. So she slid her hot tongue along the underside of his cock, using the smooth metal ball to make him groan again. She felt his shaft throb as he pulled her head back and forth his length. He was obviously enjoying himself, groaning quietly as he watched her in the dim light. Only the lights on the outside of the building shone in through the window at the foot of the bed.

"Like the taste of my cock, do you, slut?" he said softly, though still with that under laying dominance. Jesse wasn't about to admit it, but she actually was kind of liking this. She sucked at him a little more enthusiastically than she probably should have. She heard him laugh darkly, suddenly pulling her head back, slipping himself out of her mouth.

Austin then pulled her jacket off of her, dropping it on the ground. He reached behind him, slidding the door shut that seperated the driver's cab from the living cabin. Jesse suddenly felt even more trapped. "Can we just, you know, call it good now? No harm done, that kind of stuff?"

She squeaked when he grabbed her around the throat, pulling her to her feet and pushing her up against the door. Her heart pounded harder, which she was sure he could feel. "It's about to get good," he said against her ear, again nibbling her lobe, breathing against her skin. His free hand was able to undo her pants, letting them drop to her ankles. A shiver went through her, feeling the slight chill in the air.

Then she felt his hand working the buttons of her uniform shirt. She wiggled a bit, but there wasn't much she could do. Her whole body was tingling as he played with her lobe, switching to the other one so that the first one didn't get sore. He pushed her shirt over her shoulders, revealing her body to his eyes.

Austin drew back a moment, taking her in. Jesse was not one of those slim bitches shown in the media. She was a real woman, no ribs showing, large hips that created the perfect hourglass figure, her breasts full and lushous, and enough cushioning so there were no bony points sticking out to impale a man. Her pale nipples were hard under her purple lace bra. She liked to wear sexy underwear, especially on the days she was going to go visit her fuck buddy. Her boy brief panties matched her bra, leaving next to nothing to the imagination.

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