Party room

Cyndi braced herself, holding the toilet with both hands as the trucker drove his hard cock deep into her ass. She wasn't sure if it was the booze or the foul surroundings, but her body tingled as this stranger roughly fucked her.

Tom reached down, sliding his hands up and under the blond woman's expensive silk blouse. He **** her delicate bra up and over her ample breasts. Cyndi's tits fell free; they swayed back and forth as the trucker continue fucking her. He had fallen into a pattern of short, hard thrusts. His hands captured her tits; his fingers, hard and rough, mauled and twisted and teased Cyndi's nipples until they were rock hard and screaming for release.

The trucker pulled Cyndi up, using her breasts to hold her tight to his body. His face rested up against the woman's ear. He could smell the expensive purfume and the booze - some rich bitch out slumming. Tom grunted; he thrust his cock into the woman's ass hard and deep; it felt good coming in her warm, tight hole.

"Wanta go to a party!" Cyndi, even in her half-drunken state, realized that the trucker's word were not a question.

Tom let his cock slide out of the woman's ass. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, he wiped the foulness from his cock; he'd let her suck it later. The powerful trucker half-lifted the woman and moved toward the door. "Harry, grab her purse and stuff!"

"Harry," Cyndi's brain was trying to put things together, "that was the first man who had fucked her in the stall."

Cyndi tried holding her tattered blouse together as Tom half-dragged her across the parking lot toward the area where a dozen or more trucks were parked. His partner, Harry, followed close behind. They came up behind a pair of trailers holding what appeared to be half a house each. The men were hauling a two-part double wide pre-fab house. Tom climbed up onto the flatbed, fumbled with the door to the house, and then reached down and pulled Cyndi up and into the house behind him. He turned to his partner, "Harry, why don't you invite a few of the guys to join us. I bet this rich bitch could handle a nice crowd!"

"Yeah. We can break in this new house something nice! Don't start without me!" Harry hurried off toward some of the other trucks.

Tom pulled a flashlight out of his back pocket and lit the room. Cyndi could see that the entire back wall was plastic; this was clearly where the two parts would join together. "Back here," Tom pulled Cyndi along. The two entered a larger room that was more private. It was bare except for a closet and thick, soft carpet. "Yeah, this is perfect!"

Cyndi trembled as she and the trucker waited for his buddy to return.