Chapter 1

I have always had a penchant for Asian women, I find the exotic creatures so hot and attractive. However in my hometown of Dubuque Iowa, finding a dateable, attractive, Asian woman is almost impossible.

Fortunately for me, my job as a trucker takes me all over the country and on one particularly lucky day I went into the office to see what there was for loads. I saw there was one load headed for San Francisco and since I’d never been out there before I went to the dispatch office and took it.

I pulled my Kenworth W900 into the lot of a local used car dealer. I was to haul a load of unsold cars to San Francisco where they might be easier sold. After hooking up to the already loaded trailer, I went inside to tell the manager I was ready to go and sign for the load. I was hauling 6 small import cars on an 8-car Cottrell car-carrier trailer. It wasn’t a real heavy load and my Kenworth wouldn’t have any trouble pulling it.

I started out on my 2,000 mile, 30 hour trip. The dealer’s lot was on the north end of town so I had to maneuver through town – a bit of a headache when you have an 18-speed transmission! But I got through town and once I hit the interstate it was a lot easier traveling.

Because I had to pick up the trailer, I got a rather late start that first day. As a result, I only made it to the outskirts of Kearney, Nebraska before I had to shut down for the night. I pulled into a nice little rest area about two miles west of the Kearney.

There was three or four other truckers already pulled in and parked when I got there so I parked in such a way that I would have a quick and easy exit the next morning. I climbed into the back of my spacious 60-inch sleeper and turned in for the night.

The next morning I got an early start, wanting to make up some time lost the previous day. I grabbed a quick breakfast down the road a bit and kept pushing on, I had a warm sunny day and clear road ahead, I wanted to get some miles behind me! That night I stopped outside of Salt Lake City and the next day I wheeled into San Francisco.

I drove to the address I was given back in Dubuque and dropped off the trailer at the dealers lot where they wanted it. Once I had done the paperwork and officially turned the load over to them, I went to see about picking up a new load.

San Francisco is a major shipping port as well as the terminus of some major rail lines. I figured there would be no problem picking up a load going someplace. I was on my way to do just that when my cell phone went off. It was the main office in Dubuque telling me that my rig needed to go in for its annual maintenance and inspection! So much for my “turn and burn”!

I drove over to the repair shop that the office told me would be doing the work, hoping that they wouldn’t be too busy and would be able to get me right in for the maintenance and inspection. But it was not to be. I got there and the lead mechanic told me it would be late the following day before he would be finished with the Peterbuilt he was currently working on and then he could do my truck. It would take a day to go through everything, so I was looking at two days minimum before I could have my truck back.

Disappointed that I would be “grounded” for two days alone in a town I was not familiar with, I took my bag with my clothes and personal belongings and called a cab to take me to a hotel. I was just glad I had brought along my credit card – something told me I should bring it when I left home and now it looked like it was a premonition! I would get reimbursed for the room, I wasn’t worried about that, but I needed to pay for it up front and then submit the bill when I got back home.

The hotel wasn’t much, but I didn’t want to spend a lot on it. It was just a place to hole up for a couple days. It had a bed and a TV and was close enough to a few places to eat that I didn’t need to spend money of cabs or rental cars. It would do.

I had dinner that night in the hotel restaurant, then I went back to the room to relax. After three long days of driving, it was nice to sleep in a real bed! My sleeper was nicer than a lot of truckers have, but it was still a sleeper cab. I lay there on the bed watching some TV on the big screen TV in the room.

About every run of commercials, an ad would come on for one of those phone sex lines with some hot babe telling me how much she wanted to talk and flirt with me. I watched TV until this one ad came up showing a very foxy Asian girl licking her lips and dragging her red fingernails over her body. She was really playing it up. I watched the commercial and found my cock getting instantly hard, looking at this pearl of the Orient.

Being a single guy on the road a lot, I was used to being horny. It happens more often than I would like, believe me. But the last few days, even before this trip, I had been exceptionally randy. For some reason I just seemed to get a hard-on if the wind blew the wrong direction! And now my most erotic fantasies were being played in these commercials.

I’d never been to a whore. But I’d always wanted to my whole life. It had been a fantasy of mine for ever since I can remember ... to have a smoking hot babe, a “10”, at my beck and call ... willing to do whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted.

I’d had a few girlfriends over the years, some of them pretty hot. But they always seemed to have hang-ups of one kind or another, and there were always so many strings attached. And while the sex was good with them all (and great with some), I had always wanted to have a girl that I could just use as for my own selfish pleasures ... use her like she was nothing but a fuck-hole, a fuck-toy. I envied those perverted fuckers who got to stick their salami up hot 19-year-old girl’s assholes and cum in their willing open mouths.

As I lay there on the hotel bed stroking my hard cock and fantasizing about my Asian doll the thought occurred to me – here I am in a hotel room by myself, in a town I’ve never been to and where no one knows my name. I have a credit card and two days to kill. Now, sure, the home office would reimburse me for the room and my meals, but they wouldn’t reimburse me for “recreational usage”. But that was fine, I could live with that.

I walked over to the desk and opened the Yellow Pages, turning to the Escorts section. I’d done this so many times in my fantasies, but never went through with it. Damn societal taboos, morals, or something. But, tonight I was going to do it. Fuck it! I had nothing to lose except the building pressure in my nuts.

Besides, I figured that it was a girl’s choice to sell her body, and it was my choice to purchase it. How’s a lonely, horny guy supposed to fuck a girl up the ass without using this kind of service anyway? I dialed the telephone, my hands shaking slightly.

“Yeah?” a rough gravelly-voiced guy answered.

“Yeah, I wanted to know about your girls. What kind of girls do you have?” I asked, completely ignorant of what I was doing.

“I got all kinds – white, black, Asian ... what’re ya looking for?” he said.

“Are they good looking?” I asked, stupidly.

“Yeah, they’re all friggin’ beautiful. I ain’t got no dogs. You want one or not, buddy?”

“Yes, I want one of your Asian girls ... one that does anal. Do you have a girl like that?” I asked.

“My girls will do whatever you want, so long as you’re willing to pay for it,” he said.

We sealed the deal and he said he would send a girl right over. He asked me my name and told me my girl’s name would be Kiyomi, although I could call her whatever I wanted to once she was there.

Kiyomi arrived soon after I hung up the phone. “Are you Alan?” she said when I opened the door.

I nodded. “You must be Kiyomi,” I said, holding the door open for her and her huge and not very talkative escort.

I paid her the cash up-front and she gave it to her bodyguard who left with it, as I had agreed to with the man on the phone. She stood in the middle of my hotel room, looking at me with a jaded expression like she was waiting for me to do something.

She looked like exactly what she was – a hot as hell, sex fantasy come true, Asian anal whore.

She wore this skimpy little off-the-shoulder white teddie that tied in front with a single little string tie. It was barely long enough to cover the tiny pink thong panty she wore underneath. It was obviously designed to be easy to get out of. Her cheap, sweet, heavy perfume was intoxicating.

“Kiyomi,” I uttered rhetorically, tasting her name like an appetizer.

The 19 year old looked amazing standing there and I drank in the sight of my little Asian plaything. Her chest was nothing short of astounding. I was to find out later that she was an enhanced D cup –36D to be precise – which on her looked fucking hot!

Her long black hair hung straight down to her narrow waist. She was about five foot three inches in height, with big beautiful black Asian eyes, and long, heavily black mascara’d lashes. Her perfectly sculpted, medium-sized, gorgeous ass flared out from her hips like a little bell. I couldn’t wait to see treasures what lay underneath her outfit and sample her Oriental delights.

I was trying to come up with some manner of small talk to break the tension when I realized that she was, in fact, mine for the night. I had nothing to prove. I’d bought the use of her body, and the use of her holes. For the night, anyway. There was no need for discussion, for small talk, or any other prelude. At that point, she was not so much another human as a gorgeous set of 3 cock-holes ... an Asian fuck-doll ... a cum receptacle for my cock’s eager use.

“Turn around and let me see you,” I said. My beautiful whore complied. “Stop,” I said as she was facing away from me. I came up behind her. Touching her lightly at the waist I asked, “May I?”

“You’ve paid for me, baby. You can do anything you want to with me,” she said in a sexy, sultry voice.

I reached around her shoulders and pulled the front of her teddie down exposing her large tits. I cupped their huge, soft curves, one in each of my palms. Heavy but malleable, my fingers sunk deep into the pliable fleshy globes. She had hard, stiff nipples capping off her tits and I pinched and pulled on them, marveling at how sensitive and eager they were for attention. My cock was nearly fully hard in my pants.