Being a young truck driver's wife I spend some time on my own which I hate. I love attention and I love Clyde fucking me every time he gets home, and I often try to think up ways to entertain myself while Clyde is on the road. This often included a trip to the local truck stop and pulling the ugliest driver, taking him into the toilet, and having him fuck me hard and fast like the tramp I like to be.
Clyde had been away for two days and I was as horny as usual and I started to look through my wardrobe for a tramp outfit to go to the truck stop in, just to see if there was any dirty bastard to fuck me senseless once more. All was fine until I got Clyde's rota wrong and I walked into the truck stop not realising that he had stopped in there for fuel, and saw me. He did not make himself known to me but he must have heard the men chanting, "Some guy is in luck as Clyde's little tart is up for a stuffing again." A few men laughed, as I scanned the room for a willing victim.
In a booth close to the toilets was a black man I had never seen before. I ordered a drink and made my way over towards him and asked him if I could join him. He looked me up and down; I could feel him ripping my clothes off with his eyes, not just undressing me. I knew he wanted to take me right away.
As I sat I looked at him he was dirty, he obviously had not showered yet, he smelt of diesel and sweat just like Clyde did when he came home, just as I liked it. Those defined abs filled his shirt, not too big but well defined muscles. When I reached under the table and felt his leg the expression on his face didn't change. I moved my hand up his thigh and still there was no reaction from him.
"You want the black man?" he said in a fake Negro accent. He moved along into the booth and with his big black hand he tapped twice on the seat beside him, inviting me to sit close to him. I moved around to his side of the table and sat down. I was shaking in fear, but the same time my little pussy was dripping until I could feel the wetness in my knickers. I sat close to him, his greasy hair, full lips, and mean eyes.
"So you did come to me then bitch? What? Couldn't resist the nigger then?"
I kept quiet.
"Ahaha, don't be scared girl. Want to feel a black cock now?" he said in this fake accent.
Once again I didn't answer him but kept looking down. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock still inside of his trousers. I pulled away but his hand forced it back down onto his monstrous shaft.
"Feel it bitch; that's why you are here right?"
I could feel the heat from that cock from inside his trousers. I could not hold on and started rubbing it. He put his left arm around my shoulders, with his other hand started to play with my tits. My nipples were hard as a rock at his first touch. Meanwhile I was already rubbing that cock with both hands. He took my hands off his trousers and pushed me away.
"Want my dick bitch? If you do you got to ask for it."
