Playthrough: Jeff Trucker (Ugly bastard)

Hauling cargo long distance is so fucking boring and takes so damn long, Jeff thought as he felt trapped, smelling his own reeking stench and that of the food rotting on his dash and filling the cabin of his semi-truck, with a container scheduled for nearly a full week of transport ahead.

Not letting the late night hours get to him, he reached into his glove compartment to take a couple energy pills to keep him awake and load some pep in his movements despite his weight pulling him down into his unfortunate seat. As his hand went to get the energy pills, it also grazed a set of gas station boner pills that offered greater sexual effect and potential, but driving out in the middle of nowhere definitely made him miss having lot lizards to drain his balls into at rest stops.

Soon enough his frustration saw a hint of relief, as Jeff looked ahead on the road and saw a college coed looking girl on the side of the road, and better yet she had her thumb up signaling as a hitchhiker; being all alone out here should make her **** enough to do anything for a ride, even if it's with such a smelly fatass.

Getting closer, he saw her dark hair tied into a ponytail in the back, and the rest kept messy in a wolf cut style; perfectly framing her tan latina face as it look relieved to see him slow down. More tantalizingly to Jeff was her tits restrained by a tight pink bra she was using as a top; for some reason that he wasn't going to dare question as the cold rain pounding outside soaked her. Looking below her bare flat stomach, he saw a short skirt clinging well to her tight ass and below some tasty looking thigh meat bulging out from her red thigh high boots. He could tell that she was a goth based on her piercings and black makeup, which along with the choker on her neck and the cuffs at her wrists; might indicate her as quite the freak to have fun with, so he soon loaded up on a couple sexual performance pills.

Jeff remembered the age old trucker mantra, and as soon as he lowered his window down, he asked "Ass, grass or cash?" without a hint of shame as the Latina balked at the question.

"The fuck?!, my friends ditched me out here, and I don't have anything, just help my get to town"

Jeff started driving forward, not hearing an offer of anything that would interest him.

"wait, stop you fat old fuck!" she screamed, not wanting to be stranded again.

Looking extremely conflicted, she tried compromising "just a handjob okay?" her previously hitch hiking hand motioning her offer if he didn't hear.

He kept going.

Gulping down her pride, she surrendered "Please please wait, fine, I can do want you want, I'll suck you off, if it gets me outta here" as the storm surrounding the pitch black forest around her scared her enough to do anything.

Jeff fully stopped and opened his passenger door with a completely cocksure expression.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement"

"Whatever, just drive" she said, sitting down and looking out the window; avoiding making eye-contact with her hairy old driver and attempting to breath as much air as possible from outside the window after noticing his stench.

After driving for a bit, she froze at the sound of a zipper opening.

"well, it's not going to suck itself" Jeff educated

She was hoping that he'd at least drive half way to the nearest town, so she could just bail out without degrading herself, but smelling the filthy stink of his dick fill the cabin suddenly with him rolling her window down to prevent her from just focusing away.

'this isn't happening, I can't just do that, it's too much effort for him to kick me out, he'll just keep driving, right?' she thought to herself

The truck began to slow down again, causing her eyes to focus on her uncomfortably thick ticket to ride. She suddenly looked away and had her hand blindly grip his cock and find it unnervingly soft as she stroked; feeling it grow even bigger.

She actually smiled as she felt the truck speed up with her strokes, rationalizing that a handy wasn't too big of a loss of pride, and once his cock was just as big as her pride; being way too thick and yet just slightly longer than average.

The truck began to slow down again.

"feeling kind of dry over here" he mentioned

In a panic, she took her hand away and spat on it as much as she could, before it darted back for a vigorous handjob; washing off some of its smell off to further fill the cabin and leave a lasting scent on her hand.

"you're going to need more than that" he goaded with his eyes on the road while he scratched at the tangled hair in his filthy beard.

After taking a deep breath, she leaned out of her seat and in the direction that made her body want to hurl. With her head in front of it to fully see the coke can thick cock that made her terrified for her jaw's sake and regretting ever being able to smell, she thought that this is the last moment for her to back out of their deal, she hadn't yet let this gross bastard's cock anywhere inside her; she could just walk away not having fucked/sucked this old fuck, but her thoughts were crowded by all to recent memories of her friends ditching her over an argument; keeping her in place to process her thoughts and unknowingly get acclimated to the dick inches away.

Breaking her already scattered focus, he asked "What's your name?"

"J-Jules" she replied, weakening her defenses as she looked away from the dick that intimidated her and at the guy she felt her brain try to related to as just another normal person; not the disgusting pervert that threatened to strand her in the wilderness.

"I'll have you start off slow, Jules" he said warmly as he removed one of his hands from the steering wheel to press the back of her head down and have her lips start stretching around cock head.

His gaze and tone might've sounded nice for half a second, but the taste made her want to dive out of the vehicle, yet before she could yank her head up; she was quite comedically startled by a pound of thunder, that's sudden noise made her head jump further down him and have the rest of her tongue taste him.

Interpreting her as enthusiastic, he started pumping her head up and down in his grip to keep her going. "that's it" he spewed out along with other compliments about her performance, that along with his grip, kept her bobbing on him as her body fully relented falling back on old patterns, while her mind was completely disgusted.

Pulling her off briefly, he asked complimentingly, "Damn, why would your friends get rid of you?" while her tongue swirled around his tip on instinct before recoiling in disgust repetitively for quick laps of her tongue.

"I sucked their boyfriends' dicks" she confessed before shamefully drowning herself on another cock.

Her sucking his dick and trying to cover up his horrid taste with her past memories, continued on for a while until . . .the truck began to slow down again, but this time more dramatically sending his cock down her throat from the inertia.

Jules feared that her fare to ride was about to be raised to him widely stretching out her pussy or asshole, so she sped her movements up and fought against the strongest gagging fit of her whore life.

Jeff knew for a fact that his foot was nowhere near the brake pedal and that he'd have this whore completely by going slow and taking enough detours to keep her dependent; so knowing that there was some emergency, he reached towards Jule's ass on top of her knees, which were on top of a seat with weapons stashed beneath. Lacking self-control, Jeff told himself that the emergency could wait, so with his truck stalled to a safe crawl, he put both his hands on the babe sucking him; one grabbing her ponytail to use her throat as a tight warm pocket-pussy and the other pulling up her skirt to reveal her nice ass in a black thong, that he gave a couple spanks to get her grunting on him before he moved his thumb to probe at her asshole and his fingers to rub along her incredibly damp snatch.

Jules started sucking him even harder, with her cheeks hallowing out, as she moaned around him and thought that if she didn't make him cum soon, the holes he was playing with were goners. She started fondling his absurdly large and slimy testicles, and quickly, with the hand she was using to brace herself, she lifted her bra up to expose her pierced tits and then went to smack at her own ass; hoping that if she did all that he'd just finish in her mouth.

Her quickly shaken and oxygen deprived brain murmured a string of thoughts 'please just cum in my mouth, please cum in my throat, please cum in my throat-pussy, please cum in my-,please cum in, please cum, CUM!!' as his fingers found her sweet spots sending her over the edge; gushing on his hand and moaning hard on his cock.

All her efforts had a definite effect as his massive cum tanks let loose, painting the back of her throat before he started pulling back, excessively filling her mouth beyond standard ejaculation potential; damn gas station boner pills do work, he soon spattered against her face and chest; with her tongue hanging out sloppily from a cum drunk haze.

After giving himself a minute to rest, he grabbed a shotgun from under her seat and set it into her weakly dazed grip; believing that if she's the reason they stopped, she'd be too out of it to handle the weapon as well as she could for the pistol he grabbed for himself; and if she's unrelated, it'll scare anyone off anyway.

Stepping out and helping her stagger beside him, he noticed a puddle of what looked to be acid, leaving a trail of molten tire from when he drove over it, and on guard he saw a group stagger towards him, he fired a warning shot.

Jules, startled by loud noises, again flinched, firing her shotgun accidentally into the crowd approaching from the shadows.

Unnervingly, the group picked themselves back up disregarding their injuries and approached; becoming close enough to be visible as ghoulish undead.

If buckshot couldn't take them down, Jeff felt screwed, so he grabbed Jules and tried running away as he fired wildly; taking out a couple of them by chance, and the others surviving; purely unbiased as random chance often dictates.

After randomly sprinting and dodging through the woods as fast as he could move his lard filled body and another person, he suddenly found the doors to a manor that he couldn't help but seek refuge inside.

Shocked and utterly confused, Jeff was still bewildered by how Jules was still so out of it; could gas station boner pills really empower seed well enough to break a bitch's brain? During his panicked wondering, a figure once again approached him from the shadows; murmuring in a high pitch '. . .Intruders!".

Stepping from the shadows appeared a figure with a massive rat-like head on an absolutely hulking human body, dressed in prison uniform that read 'chunks' on a id patch across the chest.

Before Jeff could even say anything, a bloody stump on this mutant sprouted a tentacle that swiped at him from a distance; being dodged by only a couple feet, as the fleshy worm like mass tried to recede to its owner, however, Jules decided to treat it like a friend or more like an appendage more familiar to her personally as she grabbed and caressed it.

The tentacle soon wrapped around her, pulling her closer, with her dull brain remembering the times in college where a pickup artist would somehow get her to suck his dick and afterward would hand her to his bulkiest frat brothers as tribute; granting her an oddly happy and nostalgic look disregarding the current circumstance.

She was held by her waist and flipped upside down, an actual monster-cock to please finding its way to her mouth, while his tongue tasted her depths after snapping her thong, his tentacle continued to hold her, but wrapped around eventually being used to play with her asshole while his only arm grabbed at her breasts and nipple piercings.

Jeff was confused by either the power of his rancid cock's semen or what a whore Jules happened to be, so seeing her as being happy with the arrangement and the pure look of hatred he got from 'Chunks'; he figured now was a good time to start running while this bulky fucker was busy at the moment enjoying his bait.

Rushing out for a better refuge, Jeff found himself inside an elegantly wood furnished hallway of the mansion, with two doors to check out other than the one he came from.