Back on the Forklift

Zachary checked his watch. “Where are they?” he thought, shipments were never this late and his boss, Theresa, was growing increasingly impatient. Theresa was not the kind of women you wanted to piss off, her reputation as a dragon lady had been well earned. Theresa stamped her foot. “About Time!” she remarked, the tractor trailer finally rounding the corner.

“So sorry” Dmitri emerged “I wait for Miss Debbi.” pointing to the passenger seat then gesturing for her to come down. Debbi had been hoping to remain in the cab but it was clear that wasn’t going to fly, grudgingly she exited the tractor. Well, would you get a load of this bimbo! Theresa thought, no wonder the driver was late, the tart has her whole pussy on display! What is she auditioning for some kind of sluttier Hooters in that getup? “Well let’s get this show on the road!” she fumed. Zach had a slightly different assessment; this fox could take all the time she needed!

“I go inside with Miss Theresa, fill out paperwork. You unload trailer, forklift inside.” Dmitri informed Debbi. Debbi was actually relieved at the idea of getting behind the wheel of the forklift, it would at least provide some cover, she was growing increasingly self-conscious under the stare of the male retail worker. After suddenly remembering her last experience with the forklift, Debbi panicked inside, but her fears were quickly put to rest. The forklift’s unique knob had been modified somehow and now only a small amount of its bulbus head protruded from the middle of the seat. Debbi could sit right on top of it, sure it would press against her sex, but no insertion would be necessary. She took her seat and latched the belt. “Insertion.” Just the thought made Debbi blush, how humiliating that would be.

Debbi backed the forklift out of the trailer, bringing with her the first of many pallets. “Um, excuse me?” she said “where shall I put these?”. Zachary was smitten, what a beauty that had been sent to him today! “Uh, you can line them up just over there, and we’ll break them down later. Soooo, what’s your name anyway angel?” Debbi blushed again, she had hoped to avoid getting familiar with anyone dressed as she currently was, but she didn’t want to be rude. “It’s Debbi. But with no E!” Zach smiled “Debbi without the E, got it!”

Debbi shifted the forklift into drive but almost immediately returned to neutral. “Ahh!” Debbi exclaimed! Her outburst drawing Zach’s attention “What’s wrong? Everything alright?”. “Um..yeah everything is fine, sorry.” Zachary’s attention was the last thing she wanted right now. She flipped the lift back into drive, testing her hypothesis. The color drained from her face as her suspicions were confirmed. The warehouse men’s little surprise was now evident, they had somehow tied it into the motor. Whenever the forklift was in gear its special knob was **** upwards, extending to its full length before retreating back downward, repeating this process on an endless loop.

“What’s the hold up?!” Theresa returned from the office “we’ve finished all the paper work and you haven’t even unloaded a single pallet? Get moving already!” Debbi knew she had ****, reluctantly she shifted the forklift back into drive. At first Debbi tried to lift herself off the seat as she drove, but the safety belt held her firmly in place. Debbi was shifting uncomfortably now, as the invading knob battled with her shorts, fighting the thin material **** to get past and reach the promised land.

Debbi enjoyed a brief moment of relief while she retrieved the second pallet. But upon shifting back into drive Debbi’s worst fear was realized. “Uuuuuhhh!” Debbi was unable to contain the moan. The tiny string of the shorts had been no match for the forklift’s phallus, the material gave way and the knob reached its mark, extending to its full length deep inside Debbi’s love canal. The invading object now rhythmically pumping in & out of Debbi’s pussy, she was powerless to stop it, her skin was flush and sweat began accumulating on her brow.

While the forklift worked her over, Debbi powered through, eager to complete the job and disembark this fork lift from hell! Theresa was flabbergasted, what was this trollop’s deal? She was sweating now, while just seated on a forklift, was she getting off on her exposure like some not so closeted exhibitionist? Whatever, as long as she got the job done Theresa didn’t care how this cow got her jollies.

The last pallet put in place Debbi was finally finished, she could end this nightmare... but she was so close... Debbi pulled the lift back into the cover of the trailer. Checking to see no one had followed her, the coast was clear. Debbi flipped the forklift into drive and pressed both pedals firmly to the floor, maxing out the brake and the throttle. Here in the privacy of the trailer Debbi closed her eyes, her toes curled and her breath quickened as the forklift’s phallus went to work like a jackhammer, bringing Debbi a much needed release.