1k Word Blitz - A Night With Paleto
After a long and embarrassing career on F-list, I've slowly begun to realise I can't keep relying on other people to get my rocks off and tell the stories I want to, so as part of 'reinventing' myself, I endeavoured to start writing again, with 1 hour, 1000 word pieces. This is my first featuring my RP characters, a trucker bobcat named Paleto that's a mix of a bunch of characters that inspired me. Looking for feedback, I know this is far from -fine- work but it's worth trying it for my own mental state.
My hands sunk into the flesh of her breasts from behind, hearing her gasp, groan, that slutty little moan that told me I was doing just fine. The fur was soft and fluffy, a little sweat-soaked and greasy but she'd been on the road all day. I could forgive her that. Thumbs toyed over her nipples, stimulating them to full hardness as I cupped, hefted those mounds eagerly and then squeezed. She threw her head back, messy blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders as two small squirts of white cream exploded from her nipples against the side of her rig, in between her spread palms.
"You're pregnant?" I asked in a low voice, nipping her ear. She shuddered, nodded.
"Figure so. Ain't had a test. But I can tell." She was shameless about it, and I moved a hand down to caress the soft muffin top of a pudgy belly, just a touch of solidity to the core beneath the cushioning layers. A little kick was fired back at my hand.
"Who's the father?" I asked, one hand continuing to massage the pregnant trucker's belly and the other slipping lower, down to her bare sex, through the tangle of blonde pubes and finding the soft, pliable pussylips beneath. She shuddered beneath me.
"N... not sure," she breathed. "Might have been that cop a few states back... or the bikers the night before..." She swallowed. "Or there was this fast food joint... just one guy there... just a kid... he was bored, tired... dorky little bunny... went in there and turned him into a real buck rabbit..." She looked over her shoulder with mischievous eyes, tongue running around her lips. "Guess we'll have to see, huh?"
I cut her off, not replying by simply stuffing two thick fingers, one coated with a ring, into her nethers, and hearing the bobcat gasp and rock her bare ass against my still-clothed body. Was I really this desperate?
Her look at me told me everything. I was. And she didn't care. She wouldn't judge a finely dressed businessman for taking something in return for paying a lady's gas. Lady was a fine word to be used on a woman like this though. She'd barely got halfway across the fuel stop's yard before she'd slid out of those jeanshorts and flannel top to reveal nothing underneath. Sweaty from the road, and penniless, she'd shamelessly knocked on my window before I pulled out and asked if I could cover her in exchange for a fuck.
I didn't need to, of course. I could have been a samaritan, paid her gas and just went on back home. I could have ignored the trashy redneck and driven home. Back to a wife who yelled at me for the smallest thing, to a daughter who thought I was a joke. Back from some meaningless conference where I had to smile and pretend to be interested in things like 'business access management'. Or I could throw it all aside and have a risky fuck with a loose woman.
The bobcat made it difficult to refuse, truth be told. She didn't say anything but her bare feet shifted apart, spreading her thick thighs and making it easier for me to finger her pregnant pussy. I gave her tits another squeeze, marvelling at the way the cream ran down the worn metal. This was an old rig. She'd not upgraded in a long time.
Her hands were planted on the cab but she slid one back now to find the zipper to my slacks. With surprising dexterity that proved I wasn't the first businessman she'd undressed by the side of the road, she opened me out, dug into my boxers and fished out my prick, already rock hard.
"Whoo-eee, look what we got here..." she murmured. Feeling proud about my sexual prowess was an almost foreign feeling to me, and I was about to stammer out something, maybe a 'thank you' or a 'it's nothing', but she made a 'sshhh' noise.
"Easy there champ. It's gonna do the trick a lot better than that janky old vibe in my glove box." Not a word about rubbers or demanding I pull out. Those heavy mature bobcat cheeks rolled backwards in a fluid motion and she hit the spot like an archer. I gasped as my tip slid into an exposed sex I'd already warmed up - could barely remember taking my fingers out but there they were, dripping with trucker juices as I took the stranger bareback. She brought my fingers to her lips and sucked them with a sultry purr that vibrated those milk-laden breasts.
I closed my eyes. This was something I missed. Missed a huge amount. I had not stooped to hiring a prostitute, I'd not known if I could face my wife when I went home, she'd read it in my face. I still had six hours' drive to get home, I would have time to come to terms with it.
My instinct hadn't left me though and I began to roll my hips. She moaned in turn, and I hit my rhythm. Eyes closed, hands sunk into the lush flesh of her asscheeks and hips as she braced herself and let me fuck her. She pushed back when I went in, sensing every motion however out of practice I was and meeting it right in turn. Worries I might have had faded away and all there was in my world was the shameless, slutty trucker letting me hammer that ample spotted ass.
When I lost control under the floodlights of the parking lot I was worried it had been short, that I'd hit a fast fuse and exploded inside her before she was happy, but she merely laughed and let me slide out, pulling her shorts up to stem the drip of semen from her well-used pussy. I don't know if that was because she didn't mind I'd cum early, or if I'd gone for longer than I thought. I was left gobsmacked as she casually dressed again, and leaned in to kiss my cheek.
"Would offer you a motel room companion for the night, honey," she said. "But I gotta be across another state by tomorrow." I nodded, I knew the feeling. She smiled, and swung into her cab. With a hiss of the brakes and a growl of the engine she began to pull away, still dripping my seed probably into those ratty denim shorts and her truck's seat. It took a whistle from the gas pump attendant to realise I still had my dick out of my pants. I swore, tucked it in, only to find she was closer than I expected.
"What was it you were sayin'? Six hour drive? Let me shack you up for the night an' you pay your rent like you did for her, handsome."
Fuck.