THE N-301 TRUCK DRIVER I've done it again. I have no choice. But if any of If you knew the life I lead, you would certai

THE N-301 TRUCK DRIVER I've done it again. I have no choice. But if any of If you knew the life I lead, you would certainly understand. Just a few years ago year I got married. But my brand new husband, one of the most important businessmen from this country, lives in Madrid due to the businesses he runs. Instead I I have to stay in a small town in Valencia, because I work as teacher in a school. The truth is that I have no need, but life Madrid can do it for me. So I live at ease. I am an unfaithful woman. But I do not consider myself in any way a typical nymphomaniac. My weakness is truck drivers. I can't resist those men who are capable of driving those heavy machines. The fact is that since A few months ago I attended therapy, the existence of which, of course, my husband unknown. However, not even a week ago the tragedy occurred, my "Big Relapse", as I pleasantly call it. I moved in the Mercedes from Quintanar to the capital, on the N-301. And my car, my damn and brand new car, bought not even 5 months ago, suffered a breakdown. Don't ask, I still don't know the causes, I'm not very focused on these issues. It was a hot, but unpleasant afternoon. They would be about four when I heard a strange noise coming from the engine while driving. I parked cautiously on the shoulder of the road, and after several frustrated attempts to starting the machine, I got out of the car angrily and looked around. I don't know if They know that area, but it is an extensive unprotected plain. I approached the hood of the vehicle, but I am so clumsy in As far as mechanics are concerned, I only managed to open it before abandoning myself to a whole series of insults against the father of the blessed lady Mercedes Benz. Suddenly, the powerful roar of an engine diverted my attention and, Before I knew it, a gigantic trailer had parked the other side of the road. I started to shake, obviously. A trucker in my way. Red alert. He got out of the truck and I was able to watch him calmly while He was crossing the road towards me. He was a magnificent human specimen, one of those I liked them: I calculated about 95 kilos of humanity well distributed in 1.80 of height, more or less. Muscular, strong, with huge blue eyes under a abundant hair - light brown -, tied at the nape of the neck, in a tail horse He was wearing worn jeans and a plaid flannel shirt that It had already undergone many washings. "Hmmmmm...The trucker ideal," I thought, "seeks Control yourself, Alicia, destiny must be testing you." The image of my psychologist irreverently appeared in my mind looking at me with lascivious eyes... and she can't help but smile at the idea of being a girl again. bad girl When would I be presented with an opportunity like that again? But it can no longer imbue me with pleasure to see my future victim walk or in my thoughts: What's wrong with the car? Don't know. I was stunned. A rude and crude truck driver. Paradise. He opened the hood of the car and looked inside while he whistled a tune from some fashion advertisement. He leaned over and rested his elbows, watching, whistling, calm, self-confident. Yes, I think you could fix it, ma'am. Has tools? Bring them to me. I obeyed and immediately, without even looking at me, he started to work... soon he began to sweat and took off his hot flannel shirt, revealing the spectacle of his chest, his muscular arms... I I had remained behind him, less than 2 meters away, trying to control my impulses, but after what I had seen, I let myself be overcome. In fact, later I felt very sorry for the money wasted on useless therapy. I still don't know I haven't told anyone I know. But, of course, I have no regrets: I I am a flag woman. So I dared to touch his back. With the index finger my left hand I pointed out, very slowly, each and every one of the lines that delimited his back muscles. But he didn't keep me waiting long. He turned towards me and, Grabbing me by the back of the neck, he pushed me down, guiding me toward the epicenter of his being, while he unzipped his zipper, moving his ass back so as not to catch it Because just as I imagined, the trucker was hard on, both that it took me quite a while to remove that shining phallus that I entertained myself in licking from the base to the tip as if it were an ice cream, to finally finish putting the tip in my mouth, sucking it with my lips, forward and backwards, while he swirled his tongue around the glans. I lowered his pants I was not wearing underwear, to my satisfaction - to the ankles and I put his almost entire cock in my mouth. Meanwhile, my right hand He pinched her right nipple and with his left hand he groped her buttocks and He inserted his finger into the ass with circular movements, moving it very slowly, squeezing at the same rhythm with which my tongue played with his cock. I heard him whisper something and his sphincter closed tightly around my middle finger I was already starting to pant...so I started to masturbate him very quickly with my hand closed around his penis, because I wanted see him cum. But that trucker was too clever and apparently that was not the case. It was his idea. With his right hand he closed the hood of the car while Pulling my hair back, I lay down on the car. Then it tore me apart the dress at the same time that I was trying to get rid of the panties and, open wide, it penetrated me with desperate fury. It seemed as if he were leaving life in that. We were shaking so violently and with such anxiety that I think we I had the strongest orgasm of my entire life, because even after having it I I felt cooked in my own broth. I threw my head back defeated and groaned. like a cat in heat, feeling the masculine aroma that everything gave off, a thick fragrance that made me reach the climax and I came once again shortly after noticing a thick hot liquid that completely overflowed me and that I felt sliding down between the inside of my solarium-brown thighs. It was such a violent action, such a pleasurable sensation, that I was not able to move until a few minutes had passed, which seemed to me centuries, and during which I let myself be carried away by the maelstrom of the most absolute. The two best orgasms of my life. When I opened my eyes, slowly, to get used to the light of the sun, to the limpid sky that fell on me, when despite myself I returned In reality, I only managed to see the huge trailer moving away through the road. I got off the slippery hood and tried to compose myself a little. hair and dress, which was destroyed. It had seams on the right side totally unstitched. And after a while dedicated to searching for my lost panties, I gave up the attempt, imagining that that stud of secondary road would have taken them as a trophy. But I didn't regret any of it. I felt angry, yes, because I was trapped again on that lonely road at that hour (had someone passed by during our intense affair?) and with the car breaking down. I got up and tried started and, to my surprise, the engine purred like a cuddly kitten. Was solved the problem. And, curiously, when I looked at the clock it was barely o'clock. 4:30. I smiled. The Wolf of the Road. I like that epithet. down with me psychologist, up with the truckers. Once again I return to my old identity...and what shape But this will be my best kept secret. Truckers of the world, meet me...cross into me path. Aliena del Valle.