Asian Trucker Groupie a Sex Story part2
I started frequenting a bar, at first just for the friendly atmosphere. Then I met Mike, a bearded, fun, short-haul trucker. We struck up a lively discussion of the baseball game playing on the wide-screen TV. He was impressed by my knowlege of the game and how well I knew the players — and he confessed my exotic Korean beauty turned him on.
When, after a couple of drinks, he challenged me to get up and sing Karaoke, then joined me in a medley of silly songs like “Purple People Eater” and “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight?” (and knew all the words!). I was hooked, ready to hump him right on stage.
Instead, we headed over to his apartment, where things came to a boil very quickly between us. Mike unbuttoned my blouse while we were still standing outside his apartment, before he even put his key in the lock. “I can’t wait,” he whispered. “I’ve never made it with an Asian girl before, I can’t wait!”
I was so excited, my pussy heavily leaking pre-cum, I told him, “Neither can I!”
He uncovered my braless boobs, kissing them as though he’d never stop, and I leaned eagerly into his sucking, lapping mouth and moaned, “Mike, let’s go into your apartment, or I swear, I’ll fuck you here in the hall,” I warned licking his earlobe.
“Promise?” he said, his eyes boring into mine.
We compromised. Empbracing, laughing, we tumbled into his apartment, slammed the door behind us and fucked, standing up, against the wall next to the door. Our kisses were frantic, our tongues dirty, dancing insanely; he kept kissing my tits, sucking the nipples until they stung with desire. “Fuck me,” I moaned urgently between kisses.
“You’re driving me crazy — fuck me, Mike!” I worked on his jeans, impatiently opening his belt, button, and zipper. I hooked my fingers into his briefs, (he wore the see- through, translucent kind where you could see his cock, balls, and pubic hair underneath). and just dragged them down to his ankles, detouring briefly to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on his cock. Mike did the same to me, except he did some showing off by pulling down the zipper on my No Excuses jeans with his teeth. It was fast, out of control, thrilling. I pressed my behind into his wall and he laced his hands around my ass cheeks. “Open wide,” he said, and I parted my thighs. Mike slipped his swollen cock straight up into my pussy and I mewed, low and deep, loving the way it felt sliding in, We started moving together, rutting furiously. He jammed his dick into and out of me while I rotated my pussy feverishly around and around his shank.
I came really quickly, even for me. “I’m there, Mike, I’m coming, oh, I love a man who knows how to fuck!” His cock had this great hook in it, and it felt as if it were ricocheting off areas no man’s cock had even reached. I was so primed, so turned on, I kept on coming, constantly juicing Mike’s cock as he plunged it in and out. I could feel him squeezing my buns, tickling my anal hair, and it made the pleasure even more intense.
from Oriental Women Magazine
