This isn't really descriptive. It's short, sweet, and to the point.
Be brutal with your reviews.

I was your average trucker: Tall, hairy, big, flannelled. I was 47 and most of the truckers my age have let themselves go. I, on the other hand, have exercised almost every day for the past 25 years. I was happy with my body. So were the ladies. I’ve had my fair share of hookups. Being a trucker, I travel all over the country and stop at rest stops or truck stops. I often find girls who’re horny and are looking for a good time. Sometimes they’re my age, sometimes they’re 20. Sometimes they have nice tits and a tight body, sometimes they’re BBWs. I was really not picky on body size. If she had a pretty face, I’d give her a chance.
Fortunately, my company had plants all over the country so I got to travel a lot. The latest job I had was to travel to from New York, which is where I live, to California to drop off cargo and bring some back.
After a day and a half of driving non-stop, I stopped at a rest stop in Nebraska. It was 10:45pm and the little store next to the stop was about to close so I ran to get some food. After gathering everything I wanted to buy, I noticed an attractive woman. She looked like she was in her early thirties and had a model’s face and a pornstar’s body. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She came on line right behind me. She dropped something and I picked it up.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Don’t mention it,” I replied. “I’m Jim, by the way.”
“Mollie. It’s nice to meet yo—” she was stopped short by a young girl who was around 7 or 8.
“Mom, buy me this,” the girl said. She had to be her daughter. She looked just like except way younger.
“Honey, I don’t have enough money!” She explained.
I hated being around spoiled, bratty kids. But I wanted to impress her mom. “I’ll buy it. If you don’t mind.”
Mollie looked confused. “Oh, no. I can’t ask you to do that.”
“It’s really no problem! I have my company’s credit card.”
“Okay then. I guess it’s fine.”
I decided to push my luck even further. “You can add your stuff…if you want.”
“No, it’s fine,” she said.
“Honestly, it’s no problem,” I said.
She put her stuff on the counter, “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Mollie looked at her daughter. “Say thank you!”
“Ew, no,” she said and walked outside.
“I’m sorry about her.”
“Don’t be! It’s not your fault. She’s just a kid.”
“I know, but still. I was never that rude at her age.”
“Neither was I, but we live in a different era.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Well, here’s your stuff.”
“Thank you. Thank you, so much.”
I walked out and turned to the rest stop. I didn’t realize how far it was from the store since I ran on my way here. When I finally got to my truck, I went in to the back and noticed a young girl with and older woman walking to a beat up car through the window. I realized it was Mollie and her daughter. I opened the window and waved at them. Mollie waved back and they went into the car.
I woke up at about 3:46am. I wasn’t leaving until 6 so I tried my best to go back to sleep. I started to notice that I had to pee so I got up and walked over to the restroom. I peed in the urinal and walked back out and saw a young girl standing against the wall. And young wasn’t the word. More like little. It was Mollie’s daughter.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“None of your business.”
“Excuse me?” I said in disbelief.
“You heard me,” she spat back.
Before I could stop myself, I felt my arm swing back and the palm of my hand made contact with her face.
She looked back at me with tears in her eyes and her hand on her cheek. She was speechless, for once. “I don’t ever want to hear you talking to an adult like that ever again!! Do you understand me?!”
She did a very small nod but that wasn’t enough. I grabbed her by the hair and brought her back into my truck.
I stood straight and noticed how small she was. Her face was in line with my dick and a new idea sparked in my head.
I slapped her again. “Get undressed. NOW!”
She started crying and undressing at the same time. After a minute or two she was completely naked.
“Now unzip my pants and suck my dick.”
She unzipped my pants and didn’t know want to do after that. So I just pulled out my rock hard 9 inch dick and shoved it down her throat. I face fucked her for a few minutes. She gagged and almost vomited. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was on her stomach and I quickly shoved my dick in her pussy and fucked her from behind. She screamed and I covered her mouth with my hand. I knew she was bleeding and felt the wetness. She was so warm and tight. I couldn’t believe it.
After I cummed in her pussy, I shoved my dick in her ass and it was even tighter. She was bleeding again and I cummed a huge load into her. She was crying and I picked her up and threw her out my truck and drove away.

Anonymous readerReport

2015-04-25 10:55:37
eh. story is a little undercooked.
Could have been REAAALLLLY GOOD.
I halfway expected it to be amazing,
I was expecting a full boner, but its only about a quarterboner.
thats a 1 out of 4 for those of you who didnt graduate elementary school.
Just spend some time stretching the story out. maybe go into more detail about the girl. Hell, how old is she? what was she wearing? What color were her eyes or hair?
just small stuff to add some meat to this SADwich.
Then go into detail about what the trucker did to her, add some spices. then itll go from a SAD wich, to a SANDWICH. And I have yet to meet a person who hated a good sexy sandwich.

Anonymous readerReport

2015-04-23 15:46:06
Awesome story treated her like the slut she is should of been longer story made his fuck toy and taken her and mom with to use like sluts they are

Anonymous readerReport

2015-04-23 13:23:22
Awesome story treated her like the slut she is should of been longer story made his fuck toy and taken her and mom with to use like sluts they are

Anonymous readerReport

2013-12-21 06:16:48
Be brutal? Okay... that was an awful story. You had no story development, content or direction. This must have been some flash-in-the-pan fantasy while you were driving down the road in your 18 wheeler and you pulled over at the first rest stop you could find to scribble down your dirty thoughts and get them posted. It all took what... 5 minutes? Don't quit your day job.

anonymous readerReport

2013-12-01 07:48:50
wish this'd happen ta me

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