Chapter 4

Over the Road

OUR WEEKEND in the hotel was spent in equal parts eating, sleeping, and fucking. One thing I knew was that I wanted my slave to anticipate and enjoy our sex. At one point, Judith said she’d never come so much in her life and was concerned that I was focused on her so much that I wasn’t being satisfied.

“Unlike the stories on SOL, I haven’t been enhanced,” I laughed. “I love our sex but I’m physically limited in how many times I can come. I know our first couple of days it seemed infinite, but there is a time when I can’t do it anymore. But I want to enjoy the physicality of being with you. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“You never need to keep your hands off me, Master. I am yours to use.”

“Ah, but I want you to look forward to being touched by me. I want you to enjoy my attention. And when we hit the road Monday, we’ll have long periods of enforced non-touching. So, I also want to know more about you. I want to have conversations. Perhaps we can listen to books and see what we both enjoy. And, of course, music,” I said. We were lazing in the jetted bathtub, but the jets were off and I was simply holding her between my legs as she leaned back against me.

“How long is your trucking day?”

“I keep pretty regular hours when I’m on the road. We have a driving window of fourteen hours out of every twenty-four, but we can only actually be driving eleven of those hours. I like to start on the road by six, meaning I need to be stopped for the night by eight. I plan a fifteen-minute break every two hours. That’s to find a restroom, maybe get a cup of coffee. After six hours, I take a half-hour break for lunch. Then fifteen minutes at eight and ten hours. Then we look for a place to stop for the night. I prefer it to be at a decent truck stop where we can get a good meal, stretch our legs, walk around a bit, and make out.” She giggled at that.

“That didn’t add up to fourteen hours.”

“True. It’s a built-in safety net for me. If I need a nap, I take a nap.”

“If you need to fuck?”

“Then we fuck.”

She was suitably awed by my rig. I had to lift her up into the passenger seat. Well, maybe I didn’t need to, but I wasn’t passing up the opportunity to have my hands on her butt one more time. I showed her where to stash our things in the berth and made sure she had room for her legs with the cooler and thermos.

For our first day on the road, she’d chosen a pair of tight cut-off denims and a plaid shirt tied beneath her breasts. She even had a trucker hat she pulled her ponytail through the back of. Once we were out of the shop, it was a quick trip to the warehouse where our load was waiting. She was impressed that I wrote all start and stop times in my log book according to the digital clock on the dash. I pointed out that our fourteen-hour window started when we pulled out of the shop, not when we pulled out of the warehouse. So, we were an hour into the day before we actually hit the road.

The excitement of the first two hours on the road dulled a little after our first rest stop, which she desperately needed. I suggested that she could drink less coffee in the morning or we could carry a pee bucket for her. She was duly horrified. I pointed out there was a compact toilet behind her seat that was normally only used if I needed to shit in the middle of the night or if it was too foul weather for me to get out of the truck to piss. She was impressed, though, that I had a water tank and a good coffeemaker in the cab.

We were 250 miles out when I pulled into a TA truck stop for lunch.

“My butt is tingling,” she said, rubbing her posterior.

“Wait until we finish the day. The vibration of the truck will stay with you well into the night. Don’t worry, though. I’ll rub it thoroughly.”

Sex in the berth of the cab was even better than I thought it would be. I started by rubbing Judith’s butt as I’d promised. Of course, I had to really get between those buns to give her a good massage and then continued down her thighs and between her legs and then up between them in the space she opened wide to me. I had just enough headroom to be on my knees behind her. It was like this was what my six years of driving had been missing. I think the springs on the cab are too heavy to let it rock with our motion, but we kept rocking inside for more than an hour before we let up after multiple orgasms for both of us.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll rub your ass for you,” Judith said as we cuddled down to sleep. “Then you can take mine.”

“Two things that will be more than welcome, my slave. Just as welcome as spooning up to you to go to sleep tonight.”

She made good on her word and in five days we pulled into the loading dock in Sacramento and left the trailer. We booked into a motel not far away and I made it my mission to treat my little slave to a nice weekend. She’d been a trooper in the cab and I felt we both deserved a little extra pampering. I needed at least thirty-six hours before I could hit the road again and head East with another load. As it happened, the only contract I could get for Monday morning was headed to Seattle, but there were any number of loads waiting in Seattle to head East.

Our newest entertainment on the road was having her read Swarm Cycle stories aloud to me. Some of them were pretty raunchy and we both enjoyed the detailed sex in them.

“I want to try that!” she said after reading a story that included keeping the sex slave on edge for the better part of two days. Well, I’d been mighty well served for the past week and just because she was edging didn’t mean I couldn’t come. I agreed. At our lunch stop, we crawled into the berth and I started licking her.

I really love pussy. I love the flavor, the texture, and the audible appreciation from my lover. She started to mount toward a peak and I almost forgot to stop before she came. In order to keep from over-stimulating her pussy, I had her suck me off. That was all that let me keep my mind on the road for the next six hours. At each of our rest stops, I spent time kissing her and fingering her pussy, then backing off and pulling out of the rest area.

Periodically, she’d reach between her legs as she continued to read and I drove but I’d demand that she stop playing with herself and let me taste what was on her fingers. By seven that night, when we pulled into an overnight truck stop, she was moaning in frustration.

We had dinner and got showers. I didn’t leave her to her own for fear she’d rub herself off. We both crowded into the little stall and I washed her down while teasing her nipples. When we got out of the shower, I handed her one of her transparent bikinis to wear through the truck stop and out to our cab. A lot of truckers followed us with their eyes and every time we passed one, Judith’s nipples would get harder and longer.

“Now get up there in the berth and get naked,” I said, much to her delight. She wasn’t quite as delighted when I stayed in the driver’s seat for half an hour working on my log book and checking GPS for the best route information. Of course, the route was to just stay on I-5 until we got to the interchange for the warehouse. I could hear her shifting around as I let her impatience build.

At last, I stepped behind the curtain and pulled my clothes off, sitting with my back to her. I kept the light off so she couldn’t see what I was doing. I pushed her to her side so her back was to me and spooned behind her. Pushing my lubricated cock into her asshole surprised her and she began to pant.

“You’re fucking my ass!” she said unnecessarily.

“Just because you can’t come doesn’t mean I don’t get to,” I answered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be done soon.”

“But it ... makes me ... so horny. Can I come now, please, master?”

“Get your hands out of your pussy. You chose this treatment. You’ll just have to live with it.” I grunted a few times and filled her ass with my spend. “Ah, that was good. You are such a good sex slave.”

“Thank you, Master. I should get up and drain out or there will be a wet spot.”

“I don’t think so.” I pulled back out of her butt and immediately pushed a butt plug I had prepared into the channel I evacuated. “That should hold things in for the night. Sleep well, my Judith.”

“Yes, Holofernes,” she said. I thought she was kidding. I didn’t really sleep that well, though.

There was a backup at the warehouse, of course, which made Judith that much more antsy as we sat in the truck waiting our turn to detach the load. It was after six when we were finally able to drop the load and head to our hotel, which was forty miles north. I’d chosen this place as a great opportunity to show off my sex slave. It was a casino resort and I wanted to parade her around in a see-through top and short skirt. Then we’d have dinner at the buffet and maybe play a little before I took her to our room.