Married to a Long-Haul Trucker Pt. 02

by PostScript56

=======================================================

Everyone's over 18. Read Married To A Long-Haul Trucker first.

=======================================================

She shook her wrists. It had been hours now and Rachel found she enjoyed being bound and used. It had evolved so easily with Jermaine - he just took control.

Jack was rough but this was different.

It was Saturday night and she had been tied and restrained in various configurations, often blindfolded with earplugs and occasionally gagged throughout her training.

Every hole was plugged and fucked throughout the day; eating naked barely eating washing her food down with cum. She did not resist the pleasure he gave. In whatever form he gave - forms she had never experienced, but had come to love.

He slapped her ass again and tugged the cuffs on her wrists. Her upper body arched back and he fucked her hard and fast. She grunted in time.

"UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNNHHHHH... UNNNNHHHHHH!!! UNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!!"

"You're a little slut aren't you?"

She had trouble catching her breath and couldn't answer.

Jermaine let go and Rachel's upper body dropped to the bed. She turned her head to breath. How often had he called her that? and how often had she agreed. He was fucking her like a dog and treating her like one.

"Fuck it bitch! Fuck it!"

On command, which had become routine, Rachel backed up on his still hard cock and humped it... again... and again... faster... faster...

Jermaine slapped one cheek and then the other, "That's right bitch!... Fuck it!", he grabbed her hips and took over. Rachel was a piston of pleasure that spiked in pleasant agony whenever he pulled on the chain between her clamped tits.

"Ahhhhh...", Rachel adjusted... every inch of the way... and Jermaine drove his dick so far up her cunt it seemed to compress her lungs.

"You're nothin' but a fuckin' slut aren't you?" Rachel couldn't breath. Couldn't answer. Jermaine withdrew his cock and dragged with it the inside of her cunt lips.

"Yes, you ARE." SLAP! Her ass reddened more deeply.

She didn't answer and he paused before he pushed his dick back in slowly and her body's electric grid gradually lit up again. He dragged a finger lightly down the spine of her convulsing body and braced his hand in the small of her back and pulled out.

Rachel's face was still buried in the pillow. God, she felt so good! She let herself wallow in it. She did. And she wanted more. She pushed back on her knees and rocked them open obscenely wide; offering him her cunt. She WAS a fuckin' slut - AND LOVING IT!

When he didn't respond she peered over her shoulder with a look that would anoint a whore. The insides of her thighs ran with fluids and the sheet beneath her was soaked. She twerked her wet cunt.

Jermaine was on his knees and when he made no move she twerked him again.

He slapped her ass. Again. It was very red with a starburst border. Rachel straightened up upon impact.

"You're a cock hungry little slut aren't you?"

Rachel turned her head as she slumped down, resting her ear on the pillow, and sighed happily, "Yessss..." Her reproductive area and all its neighbors stung with pleasurable pain.

"Beg for it!"

Her cunt was so empty she could cry. "Please... I... I'm begging you... OW!... yyesss,... fuck me... OW!... fuck me hard."

He drove his cock mercilessly up her cunt. She flew forward with every thrust and thought if she was more aerodynamically designed she could take flight.

He pushed her down and continued unabated.

After hours of continuous fucking Rachel was so used to taking all 11 inches that it felt like an ecstatically pleasurable gynecological visit, if there ever could be one. She fleetingly questioned if the pain added or diminished her pleasure before Jermaine rammed the full length of his cock into her again.

"Yessss... YESSS!" she cried.

Jermaine's cock dragged the walls of her cunt out again then rammed its full length into her again and again as he picked up speed. He slapped her ass as he did so and Rachel loved the pleasure and pain. By the time he was fucking her like a two-stroke engine Rachel had lost all sense of self and was nothing more than an orgasmic cloud.

There was never a day Jermain didn't fuck one or more women - usually models.

Rachel was a breath of fresh air. She didn't have their haughty self-importance or cringing self doubt. Instead of haughtiness she had aggressive desire and in place of self doubt was submission. It was after a countless string of orgasms, after she was done climbing his dick, when she rolled off happy and spent, that he flipped her to her back. He saw her look of surprise. She was too tired to disobey; when told, she pulled back her legs, or rolled to her side, or laid on her stomach, or raised up her ass to get fucked over and over until she did so automatically by the direction of his taps and slaps.

"Yes!", she heard herself screaming, often and frequently, "Fuckme! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEE...!!!!". Her ass was raw and her nipples were clamped and Rachel could barely remember how she got to this state or what it was like being otherwise... and didn't care.

Jermaine remembered.

It started in the car at the first red light. They kissed longer than the light and she was rubbing his cock like the horny bitch she was.

"You're so big!" she said at the end of their kiss and stroked his cock full. She looked like an exuberant schoolgirl when she said, "Oh, my God! I want you in my mouth!"

Rachel unsnapped the button of his pants and unzipped his fly with practiced dexterity. He felt her lips attack the head of his cock enthusiastically and her tongue formed an entrance ramp to her mouth. Jermaine could feel, as he concentrated on the road, that Rachel was a top-notch cocksucker. The hot, moist, tightness of her throat was felt halfway down his cock and her fingers massaged encouragement from his balls.

While she was busy he pulled her closer by the waistband of her skirt and unceremoniously reached under the elastic of her panties and fingered her sloppy pussy. It was more wet than it was in the alley. She only stopped sucking his dick when the strumming of his fingers caused her to cum. She was rubbing and pinching her own nipples when she did.

By then Jermaine was maneuvering the last few blocks to his place and Rachel was relaxed against the seat of the car, her skirt still above her hips and her tits still uncovered. Only when the garage door rose did Rachel pull down her skirt and replace her tits.

Once in his apartment they attacked each other and left a trail of clothing to his bedroom. Jermaine fished out and rolled a condom over his cock in the blink of an eye and Rachel frantically rode what she could of his long, thick dick before rolling off when she came. For Jermaine, that was much too soon.

It was then he rolled her to her back and coaxed "one more inch, one more inch," into her cunt until hours later there was no more to coax. There was to be no rest at that point either. He pulled her tight, rose to his knees, planted his feet on the floor, and impaled her completely when he stood.

She had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and felt stars, beautiful stars as her barely suspended weight bounced her cunt to the base of his cock as he walked her around.

Jack was rough but this was different.

========================================

When her husband was home, the only thing Rachel looked forward to was his big dick. Their sex life, like their marriage, was contentious and raw; even in the beginning there was no blush of romance, just fucking in the backseat of Jack's car - not the most romantic way to conceive.

Also, considering the reason, it wasn't the most pre-planned wedding and marital bliss was not quite in the cards.

Their marital congress would best be described as prison sex where they fucked out their frustrations without love or gentleness. It was her only consolation and it took the edge off the other frictions in her life. Other than that, it was shame and desperation that anchored her to marriage.

Jack stayed because of family pressure, but he was a controlling prick and liked that too. Most other women would have left, but she was stuck with no other options. He liked that, and knew, while on the road, she'd never stray. On the road, though, HE had other options.

=================================

Jermaine knew right away she liked it rough. Many that do don't. He wondered if Rachel knew. If not, she knew now.

She was fucked out by the third round and if she had a corner-man he would have thrown in the towel. Lacking that, she learned what some boxers do when defeat is imminent; they submit - but unlike boxers, she loved it.

She realized it first when, flat on her stomach, Jermaine pulled back her limp arms until she was arched, and proud like the prow of the 'Argo'; propelled, not by the stirrings of the wind, but by the poundings of his cock.

He held both her wrists in one strong hand and smacked her ass with the other. The pleasure it added surprised her. How could that be? She didn't know, but her pussy did - it tingled and opened for more as did her ass when it welcomed his lotion-coated fingers.

Rachel loved the abuse he gave both openings and came many times before she felt the condom fill with cum. She flopped face first to the bed when he let go but was rolled over so he could wipe his uncovered cum coated cock across her mouth. She opened it to let him in and massaged his balls to coax out the rest.

She closed her eyes and rested and felt the release of his weight from the bed. When she felt the bed give with the return of his weight she did not expect her wrists to be cuffed. She opened her eyes as he clipped them to the headboard. She did not worry. She did not care. Her nipples were hard and her body inflamed. She wanted him to do it so she just said, "Fuck me."

Jermaine nodded and got off the bed. He returned with the nipple clips. He flicked her nipples into an even higher state of arousal and clamped one then the other and when she writhed with pleasure, pulled on the chain between them to tease out another moan of painful satisfaction.

He knelt between her spread legs and watched until the initial sensations subsided into painful aches before he gave another tug that sent her into another episode of confusing emotions. Confusing only in the contrariness of what anyone would usually expect.

"You like that don't you?" Jermaine said as he stroked his cock.

Rachel was too confused, preoccupied, or embarrassed to answer. Her pussy writhed sensually in response. She realized it when her eyes met his. She couldn't deny it and she saw the answer of her eyes in his.

When he touched her clit she jolted and jolted again as he rolled, pinched, and smacked it just hard enough to generate desire for more; and her cunt arched in approval.

In the meantime he stroked his cock. It's languid head lolled less and less until it was fully upright in his hand. Then he drove it steadily up her hungry cunt, holding her gaze the whole time her mouth opened in a silent agonizing scream that sounded its arrival seconds later. Her inflamed body shifted into another gear when he pushed her knees past her face and pile-drived her pussy.

==================================================

SATURDAY

She woke when she felt his cock enter her again. "Ohhhh, Gaw..." her words were cut short and muffled by the pillow her face was forced into by the hand on the back of her head. Her pussy was juiced by the slaps to her ass and her eyes rolled up when his cock bottomed out. She had been opened up long ago and he entered her easily. Does he ever sleep? What was this the 8th time? 9th time? What time is it?

She nodded off. Then woke, but not really, but was too tired to resist or care how he maneuvered her and prepped her.

There was no love in the way he fucked her mouth and she wouldn't have it any other way. She was bound across the width of the bed with her legs tied open and her head hanging over the opposite side.

Dildos occupied her ass and cunt and Jermaine had her head in both hands as he pumped his cock down her throat. Its girth roughed the walls of her throat. Can a throat develop callouses?- was a passing thought before another tide of sperm rushed down.

She did not move when he untied her. She was spent. She heard him move about the apartment without concern for her.

She heard the clink of glasses and the opening and closing of the refrigerator. She was exhausted but she was thirsty, really thirsty. Obviously he was too. She dragged herself out of bed and knew if she wanted something to drink she would have to ask properly and clean up. It was just a matter of how often she would be fucked doing so. She existed as nothing more than a cunt.

The night was no different.

==============================================================

SUNDAY MORNING

"How's my number one slut?"

There was a cup of coffee being offered and above it a familiar smile. She smiled back through her semi-consciousness.

"Wonderful," she said at the memory of their game.

Jermaine kissed her gently on the top of her head, "Yes, you are." and smiled that smile again and placed the coffee on the side table.

Rachel punched a pillow into position and scootched up against the headboard, relaxing into it as she enjoyed the afterglow of endorphins. She had never experienced such post-fuck bliss in her life. Her body was smoldering with pleasure - from her sore, swollen pussy, to her raw slapped ass, to her tingling, unclamped nipples. It was the dawn after the storm for her body.

She picked up her coffee and looked at the clock beside it. It was after 10 a. m. She was usually up by 7 even on weekends. Her cellphone buzzed. Her daughter's name appeared and her happy, chirpy voice came on.

"Hi, mom."

"Hi honey." Rachel's voice was softened by endorphins.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, no. You didn't wake me." Rachel worked at sobering herself up, but her body wouldn't let her.

"You sure? I can call back."

"No. I'm up honey. How is everything going? Did you and Greg go out last night?"

"No, we stayed in. I worked a little on my paper and Greg made me a romantic dinner."

"Oh, that was nice. What'd he make?"

"Stew. One of the few things he can make that's edible. For dessert he bought my favorite cake, chocolate lava, and wrote on it with icing 'let's fuck'.

Jacqueline was in the habit of sharing everything with her mom - everything. Rachel was used to it. She preferred it to not.

"Greg's quite theahhh..." Rachel yawned and basked in her body's post-fuck glow,"... romantic."

Jacqueline picked up on it. "And how was your night?" her daughter asked suggestively.

Rachel couldn't keep the smile from her voice. "Good."

"You sound more than good."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you sound different this morning. Good different - happy different. Better than after a first night with dad before he becomes his usual asshole self."

Rachel was too happy to object, "I do?"

"Yeeahya'do! If it's a new dildo I want one for Christmas!" Rachel laughed along as her daughter continued, "Well, whatever you're doing...," Jacqueline paused for effect, "keep doing it."

"Oh, thanks honey..." Rachel's laugh was a dead give away, "I'm just having a good day."

"No surprise with dad on the road."

"Now honey, I know. We've been through this before but remember he's your father."

"Not much of one."

"Dear, he's the only one you've got."

"Too bad. Well, I'll let you go mom. I hope you're getting laid."

"Thanks." Rachel was unsuccessful in sounding sarcastic and her buttery satisfaction coated her final goodbyes.

Rachel put her phone down and was pulled to her back by her feet which were spread so an 11" cock could enter her again.

Rachel moaned its welcome.

END OF PART 2

========================================================================