Chapter 4

The next time Ella picked me up, she drove right to the truck stop and gave me another blowjob. It wasn’t necessary for me to speak, she left the car and waited on her knees until I stood in front of her. As she unzipped me, I sighed, gazing out at the traffic, and leaned back against her car. After she had drained me, we drove on to her home.

When we arrived, I looked around, but there was no sign of her husband. With a sly grin, she twirled her fingers in her hair and said Ben was training in the States for a month. Though she started upstairs, I halted and stood with my hands on my hips, giving her a smug grin.

“Five hundred, right?”

“Uh, but...”

“Look, whether or not your husband is present, makes no difference to me. I know you’re going to call and tell him all about it. And he’s going to get off on me fucking you. Right?”

As she looked down at me, she nodded. A thin sheen glistened around her lips from the truck stop. I smiled and waited.

After she thought about it, she countered. “Two hundred.”

“Three,” I said running my fingers along my trapped shaft. Her eyes followed the slow motions.

“Okay,” she nodded and dashed upstairs.

Horny little thing.

Her husband had left his camera, tripods, as well as lighting stands and mirrors around the bedroom. Ella knew all along the encounter was for Ben. Another lesson learned; I should have stuck to my original fee. Anyway, I made her strip and walk around naked to show me how everything worked while I slid my hands over her smooth, warm skin. By the time I lay her back on the bed, she was already a writhing, moaning, hungry woman, and it wasn’t long before we were fucking like wild animals once again. She had stamina, that’s for sure, but not as much as me.

As we moved around the room, I actually captured some excellent pictures. Some of my favorites were Ella, on her knees with her mouth full of both my balls, smiling at the camera while I smeared my cum-covered shaft over her face. You can see cum dripping from my head into her hair and sliding onto her back.

Another great photo was of her under me while I filled her. Once more I was prone-boning her, and she was tight within my grasp. The flash went off just as she came; her bright red lips were wide open while she stared wild-eyed into the lens. Anyway, it was a good, long session. I made three hundred bucks and got laid while she and her husband got some wonderful photos of it all.

Shortly afterwards the full blast of winter arrived, and we received several days of heavy snow before Ella could pick me up once more. This time, after she pulled into the truck stop and stepped from the car, I walked to her before she kneeled. Whimpering, she quivered as I bent her over the trunk. Breath fogging the metal and the rear window, not a sound came from her as I tugged down her ski pants and panties.

Endless streams of traffic flew past us. Already expecting her public blowjob, the little vixen was so wet I could slide deep into her with a single long thrust. Her gloved hands pounded and clawed the trunk while I took my time fucking her. While rocking along the icy metal, her breath shot fast clouds of vapor across the rear window. The striped Pom-Pom on her ski hat swished back and forth with each long thrust. Though she faced away from the road, she could hear a tooting horn whenever a motorist glimpsed us. And her pussy clenched each time.

After leaning close to her while she sucked on her lips and rocked her hips to meet my thrusts, I whispered. “You still don’t tell Ben about these stops do you, slut?”

While trying to stare at me, Ella shook her head. The huffing blonde bit hard on her lower lip when I sped up. Soon she screamed out while I pounded her shuddering body into the cold metal of the car.

At last, I grunted and pinned her against the trunk lid while pumping her full of my seed. With each spasm of my cock and spurt deep into her, she twisted from side to side and emitted a feral groan. In no time, my excess cum poured from her bright-crimson pussy lips. Once I slid free of her gaping, cum-drooling cleft, I yanked up her pants. Splayed across the steaming metal while I zipped myself, she stared at me, eyes both wide and lust-filled. I grinned.