Nicole was asleep in the rachis fanny, cuddled up in the foetal position trying to get as well-to-do as she could in my Honda accordance. We had been on the road for the finish five hours, leaving her parents'house at 9 pm, and hoping to make it back to our place by 4 am. Spending the nighttime there was not an option. The couch was the just space available and even though I was only 27, I had grown out of the daytime where crashing on a couch was a comfy option. So I told her I would take the whole way and she could sleep in the back.

After my minute cup of umber the need to make water stirred and we were luckily passing a truck stop. I pulled over. Parked the car. And got out.

"I will be flop back, going to accept a leak,"I said leaning back down into the car to let Nicole have it off. She gave a tiresome sigh and said ok, quickly drifting back to sleep.

I went into the toilet which had one carrel and two urinals. The lavatory was not completely messy, nor was it the humankind's cleanest toilet either. I went into the sales booth. Not for sure why, but I just felt like pissing in the stall and ignored the urinals.

The piss started to flow when I heard the bathroom threshold open. Foot footstep approached one of the urinals and the strait of another man pissing quickly took phase. I could even get a line him sighing. must have been a trucker holding it for that shoemaker's last few hours.

After I finished I flushed the toilet, left the stall, and quickly went over to wash my hands. I was eager to get back on the road and get house as soon as possible. We were only halfway menage and was already exhausted and wishing I could just sleep.

"Man that felt dear, been holding it in for like an hour,"the man said, approaching the sink and starting to wash his hands.

The man who had just finished emptying his declamatory bladder was a black man who looked to be about 50 twelvemonth old, give or take. From the look of him, he was probably about 6 feet tall or just maybe just shorter than that, with an average anatomy but there was nothing that gave grounds he was very physically fit in any sorting of way.

I gave a quick smile and reply of,"yea, still got about 4 hours of driving for me."

"hoot, long nighttime ahead of you,"he said.

As he continued washing his helping hand he said,"to bad the cops came down on this place difficult about two months ago. This used to be one of my preferred stops."

"What did they get busted for,"I asked curiously.

"Prostitution. girl used to give ear around the truck yard. Pretty unspoilt stop for a quick blowjob after being on the road. Girls were not anything special but it got the job done,"he said.

"Oh, didn't realize that. Not from around here so I have never stopped here before,"I said.

"After the bust something kinda bizarre happened here. In this bathroom. I was taking a weewee when a kid walked in, had to throw been only about 20 geezerhood old. Looked kinda like the coloured type, the kind that played for the former squad if you know what I mean,"he said.

By this I obviously took at as the kid had the features of a homosexual. Perhaps rigorous clothes, or fancy hair, or any other feminine trait that might puzzle out.

"Anyway, after I was done with my business, the kid was just standing there when I turned around, and I was like, ‘ can I help you ’. He started talking about how too bad the post got busted and all that. And then out of nowhere he asked me if he could be of any help. I said what exactly do you mean boy. He goes well I give excellent blowjobs, at least that's what all the teamster around here say. I couldn't believe what I was hearing when he said this but before I even had a chance to answer he walked over and got on his human knee. He unzipped my drawers and said I want to sop up it for you daddy, give me that black cock. next thing I knew, I was sitting back relaxing and letting this Cy Young gay kid suck my prick and eventually busted in his mouth. Was definitely awkward but that was a great blowjob."

I was totally taken back by this floor and not expecting that at all. But for some reason it had me intrigued and without knowing why I took a glance at his genitalia area. I think he saw me and started a insidious chuckle while brushing his hair with his hired man while looking in the mirror.

"But man I sure could use one of those cock sucking now,"he said in a knock-down voice.

I stood there drying my hands not knowing what to say. The position was a little tense and I felt awkward.

The next thing that happened I was not set for at all. Just as I was preparing to leave he turned towards me.

He undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and hooked his pollex on the interior of his shorts, lowering his pants down to just above his stifle. His mordant cock hung there flaccid and he placed his work force back on the sink counter and leaned his backside to stay on the counter.

I could not ask my eyes off of his smooth Negroid cock. His body was a night brown coloring material, but his cock was black, which I found fascinating and intriguing. I don't know why I got turned on, I was a straight guy with a hot girlfriend, but seeing this piece of glum meat had me growing a collapsible shelter in my pants that I could not resist.

"You like what you see boy ?"he asked.

"Um I'm not sure about this,"I said with clear waver in my voice.

"seed over a piddling closer,"he said."I know you want a better look at it."

I walked over to him and stood right in movement of him, all the patch staring down at his flaccid dark prick. It was like being in a trance that I just followed his command to get closer to his piece of black substance.



"Well, it's not going to draw itself,"he said while he placed his left hand on my right shoulder and started to push down with light pressure.

I wonder what he would do if I resisted. Would he impel me down even harder ? Would he hit me ? I didn't know. But I did not get to interest about that, because for one reason or another, I was willing to follow. I don't know what came over me. I found myself in a submissive state and slowly lowered to my knee willingly. My psyche was racing. I knew this guy was going to work me suck his cock. But that's what I secretly wanted. What was unseasonable with me ? I was getting so turned on knowing that I was going to pleasure this ignominious guy and his black stopcock who was twice my age.

"Put it in your mouth,"he demanded. He did not say it in a threatening or aggressive way, but with just enough great power in his voice to show he was in the prevalent position. Showing me that I am the white boy who will be servicing mordant shaft. I was nervous. Very anxious. I had never even seen another man's cock before accept in erotica. But I was turned on at this. My putz was growing in my bloomers and my turmoil was at the same level as my anxiety.

I slowly reached up with my correct hand and grabbed his putz. Oh my god my judgment was on fire knowing I was holding another man's turncock, especially an Old Black man's pecker. He was slowly getting harder, but still was flabby and flaccid in my hand. I had to take on to myself that I was loving the feeling of his soft pecker in my helping hand. With my quarter round on the underside of his putz, and my middle and index finger on the pep pill incline, I raised his cock to point toward my rima oris, and slowly opened. I leaned in, my eyes looking up at him as the tip of his cock slowly entered my back talk. He knew this was my first time so I could tell he was being patient with me.

I couldn't lie to myself. It all felt awful and invigorating. The feel, the taste, the feel. It felt so good having the tip of his cock in my mouth as I swirled my knife around it, making submissive licking sounds that also drove me wild.

Oh my god, this guy's cock is in my mouth. Oh my god. I fucking love this.

"There you go boy, not so bad eh ?"

I shook my head no with the caput of penis still in my backtalk and reached up with my other paw and started to rub his globe, dancing them between my fingers.

"oh bonk yea, that's it baby, undecomposed boy."

Knowing he was enjoying this and being called a good boy put me over the edge. I wanted to pleasure this man. nurse his dick and have him shoot his shipment down my mouth. I never tasted cum before, not even my own. I was so excited at the hypothesis of tasting and swallowing his jizz and hoped he would desire to cum in my mouth.

Without being told I slipped the tip of his cock out and lowered my natural language to his egg. I wanted to taste his clod so bad and hoped he would not get mad I took his putz out of my back talk. I lowered my tongue and started to soap his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. I was worried he was going to tell me to get his hammer back in my mouth but he didn't. Even though I would have been fine with such a demand, being a loose woman on my human knee for him, he was enjoying getting his delicious black balls licked.

As I continued to lick his integral sac, making sure my spit hit every aerofoil as I did not desire to lose any spot, my hired man jerked his cock and used my thumb to rub the underside of his tip. Nicole does this to me and it feels amazing so I thought that he would like it as well.

I sucked each nut into my mouth rubbing my spit firmly against the black skin. His balls tasted toothsome. I never in a million years would think that those thoughts would eliminate through my mind.

I suppose I can see why some girls love being submissive. I am rife case in bed with Nicole and with ex-girlfriends for that matter. Shouting out verbal demand and being very strong-arm during sex is something I practice regularly. But now being on my articulatio genus, servicing another man, I wanted nothing more than to dramatise the position of a servicing slovenly woman, and was loving it and turned on by the fact.

I started tracing my clapper back up along the bottom of his peter which was now almost fully intemperately. When I reached the tip, I gently place the is pecker tip back in my mouth and began circling my tongue around it.

"ahh nookie yea boy,"he moaned looking down at me."Start taking more in. Suck that dick baby."

I slowly started to be active my read/write head forward to guide more than of his peter in my mouth. I got about halfway down his midst cock when I started to feel it hit the rachis of my throat. Having received tidy sum of head from my girlfriend I already understood what would get him off. I starting moving my straits back and Forth, slowly starting to give him headland, sucking his opprobrious cock.

I used my get out hand to rub his ballock and my in good order hand to stroke his cock with same motion of my sucking, stimulating the part of his tool I could not fit in my oral fissure. My mind was spinning, knowing I was giving this random black guy who twice my age a blowjob, using my mouth and hired man to stimulate his thick cock.

He placed one of his custody on the back of my chief, guiding my head to my separatrix while applying a footling bit of pressure with downwards throw. This look was amazing. I felt even more subservient and was loving him guiding my movements to sucking his hammer. I continued to soak up, letting him move my headway back and Forth River, gagging a little when his cock would hit the spinal column of my throat.

"gah guh gah guh gaaahhh guuhhh"

"mmmm that's it boy….yea you like that black dick don't you,"he said.

I pulled his putz out of my oral fissure to reply."yes sir,"I said submissively. Then I slammed his pecker back into my throat and continued my duty of pleasuring his shameful cock.

"mmm that's a proficient boy. hold on sucking that black dick. My fiddling white boy slut."

He gripped my hair with both his hands and thrust his rose hip into me, his midst dark heart hitting the spinal column of my throat. Holding me down, not letting me backstroke towards the tip of his pecker. His hands applying Thomas More pressure sensation, until I felt his tip of his cock relocation past my uvula, past the item where I thought his cock could go no further. It was in my throat and was so deep that my olfactory organ was pushing against his pubes and my chin was pressed firmly into his black balls. I looked up at him round-eyed, my eyes starting to body of water. All the while he was looking right down at me.

"Yea, that's it, take it deep, hold it down your throat boy,"he said.

I was about to protrude gagging and was struggling with this slurred disgraceful stopcock down my pharynx. But I was also turned on, feeling very slavish and loving it as this old black man used me with his cock.

He finally pulled his cock all the way out and I gasped for air. Breathing heavily and bracing my hand against his leg to harbour myself up.

"Ok you've caught your breathing place boy, back in."

And with that he grabbed my headway again and guided his cock back in my mouth. He did not crusade it all the way in but was steadily pumping in and out of my oral cavity. I was so turned on I matched his pumping by moving my mouth down when he wanted to insert in.

"Fuck baby, I'm gon na cum. You ready to unsay my payload boy."

I nodded with his cock in my mouth. Feeling like such a little slut and loving it.

"oh have sex yes, here it comes baby. Ahhh ahh ahhhh."

He squirted Mexican valium after rope of cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow each filament that pumped in, even though some poured out of my mouthpiece and down my Kuki. Not certainly I would savour the taste, I ended up loving it, both physically and mentally. The lovesome look and salty gustatory sensation, along with knowing I was swallowing this black man's cum got me shake hard in my pants.

After he shot his utmost incumbrance, he slowly pulled his prick out of my mouth, his tool soaking wet from all juice of my mouth.

"tinker's dam baby that was good. Not bad for your first rooster sucking,"he said.

"yes sir,"I said in a very subservient tone."That was amazing."

My head was spinning from the fact I just gave this man, this black man, a blowjob. And not just a light cock sucking, but one that involved deepthroating and having my pharynx used.

"Where you from,"he asked, speaking to me while I was still on my knees.

"I live in Tomsville, about 4 hour away,"I said on my human knee while wiping the cum drops from my chin.

"Well, I drive through there every once in a while on my route."He pulled his headphone out and handed it to me."Type your number in my phone boy. Next fourth dimension I'm in the area I'll text you, and maybe you will come out to the truck stop consonant and service my turncock again."

Still in a slavish DoS and staying on my knee joint, I typed my number in his phone.

"Name's Damien. Hopefully I will see you again soon."

He zipped up his trouser and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me on my genu in the truck stop bathroom. I felt like such a used slut, and I was slightly ashamed and amazed how turned on I was given what just occurred.

I walked out to the car and got in the divers seat.

"What took you so long ?"Nicole asked, still laying in the backseat.

"Sorry babe, some guy kept talking to me and would not shut out up,"I said.

"Whatever lets go dwelling,"she said. And curled back up and fell back to kip in the hind end as I drove place. Thinking about sucking Damien's ignominious cock the whole way home.

**

It had been about two weeks since the consequence at the truck stoppage with Damien.

My sound blinged with a text message from a act I did not have in my phone. I opened the substance thinking it was just some junk e-mail or wrong routine or something.

‘ Hey boy, its Damien. I am at the Tomsville hand truck stop. ejaculate over and let me use that mouth again.'

I started to get instantly hard knowing I could have that Lapplander discourse from before. I picked up my coat and started to walk out the door.

"Nicole, I am going out. require to pick up a few thing from the store,"I said.

"Ok but dinner is at 7 so don't be late I am making the chicken recipe you like,"she shouted from the upstairs bedroom.

It was only about 4:30, so I had sight of time to go and incur my appetizer .