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Hello, friends! It’s me, Darcy, back with another fucktastic story about my wild sex life. I’m still at it, horny as ever and out to prove that there’s no shortage of hard ‘n hungry cock in Fort Worth. Call me a slut if you want, and I’ll tell you I’m the best slut around. No shame – only good, dirty fun. I hope you enjoy my sex stories as much as I enjoyed living them out. My motto is, “Do it big!” After all, everything is bigger in Texas . . . and you can take my word for that.
Any sexually free person knows that, sometimes, sex can get you in a whole lot of trouble. Well, that’s how this story begins. My job at Ranchero Dentistry was getting to be a real drag. Mindy, my best friend there, quit when she decided to move across the country with her boyfriend. The office manager hired a really cute blond named Aimee as the new hygienist. I don’t know why, but Aimee really rubbed me the wrong way from the get-go. Maybe it was the way she talked in that high-pitched, girly voice. Or it could’ve been the fact that she played the blond bimbo role so perfectly that she had every man who happened to come for a visit feeding out of her lap. Either way, I couldn’t stand her, and it was my job to train her.
When Aimee started flirting with Dr. D, I just had to do something about it. I had been Dr. D’s number one dental hygienist for four years and I wasn’t about to lose his favor to some new girl who couldn’t even pronounce his name. Dr. D was young, hot, unmarried, and rich. Sure, it wasn’t like he was going to marry me or anything . . . but I sure as hell wanted to fuck his brains out. Not wanting to jeopardize my job, I kept my advances to a minimum, laughing flirtatiously at his stupid jokes and giving him the eye when no one was looking. The closest I’d ever gotten to banging Dr. D was at last year’s Christmas party, when we got a little tipsy and I let him feel me up in the coat closet. Unfortunately, we were interrupted before we could do anything too naughty. I’d been trying to work my way into his pants ever since, but having a hard time finding the right opportunity. One day during lunch I saw Aimee standing next to Dr. D by the microwave in the break room. They were having what must’ve been a funny conversation because they were both laughing hysterically. I’d never made Dr. D laugh like that and seeing the way he put his hand on Aimee’s arm made my blood boil. I knew it was time to make my move.
I waited until all the office personnel left and I was just me, Dr. D, and the cleaning crew at the clinic. He was surprised when I opened the door to his office without knocking, and even looked slightly annoyed. I thought I’d remedy that by lifting my scrubs shirt to show him that I had no bra on and asking him if he wanted to continue where we left off at the Christmas party. Dr. D eyed my big breasts and large nipples with desire at first, then seemed to snap out of it, saying, “Darcy, I had too much to drink that night and made a mistake. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but – ”
I wasn’t about to let him finish. Let’s just say I’m not a big fan of rejection. I stormed out of his office and down the long hallway toward the exit door. That’s when I saw the janitor – a tall, lanky Hispanic guy who looked to be in his late twenties. They say the best way to get over one guy is to get under another, and I couldn’t agree more. It was Juan’s lucky day.
I pulled Juan into the nearest examination room and shut the door behind us. The huge grin on his face said he knew exactly what was about to happen and he quickly took his Dickies off. I pushed him down onto a patient chair, reclined it to the perfect position, removed my scrubs, straddled Juan’s long, lean penis and fucked him like his was the last dick on earth. Juan took his queue, gripping my hips and pounding his cock up into my wet pussy until we were both crying out with pleasure.
Mid-fuck, we were interrupted when Dr. D opened the door. I never guessed he’d be able to hear us, but he apparently did and was not happy with me. “Darcy, you need to clean out your locker and go home. I’m disappointed things had to end this way.” He also sent Juan home, but only after making him disinfect the chair we’d just fucked in.
I left Ranchero Dentistry humiliated, jobless, and needing some serious cheering up. I decided it was time to take a trip to Waxahachie and see my Grammie. Grammie had lived in Tall Oaks Assisted Living Facility for about three years and looked forward to my visits more than anything, and I loved my Grammie. Once I packed my bags, there was nothing left to do but jump in the Bimmer my Grammie had given me and hit the road.
Spending a few days with Grammie was exactly what I needed to clear my head. Grammie said I was her favorite grandchild, that I reminded her of herself when she was my age. She always said I had a little bit of the devil in me. We looked through old family photo albums while she told me stories that I’d already heard but that I could never hear enough, watched her “picture shows” (Little House on the Prairie was her favorite), baked cookies, fed ducks by the pond, played cards and gossiped about the other old folks in her retirement community. It was a great little vacation, but I knew I had to return home and get back into the swing of things. Life goes on. When I kissed Grammie goodbye, I was refreshed and ready for some fun and some fucking . . . at least a little before looking for another job. It was my plan to go straight to Whiskey & Rye's at the Omni Hotel as soon as I got home and find a horny out of town businessman to fuck. Little did I know I wouldn’t even make it out of Waxahachie.
I was daydreaming about cock when I drifted off the road causing my right wheel to drop into a deep rut. I jerked the car back onto highway, over correcting and had one of those scary moments when everything goes into slow motion and you realize you just had a near death experience. It was immediately apparent that something was terribly wrong when my car started pulling to the right and making a horrible noise. I had no choice but to pull onto the shoulder and call for help. Only I couldn’t call for help. I’d forgotten to bring my fucking phone charger to Grammie’s and my cellphone battery was dead.
Believe me, there’s nothing worse than being stuck on the side of the road with no end in sight when you’re ready for a cold beer and some cock. Midday traffic was slow to none. I watched the cars that did come few and far between pass by without even slowing down. When I saw an old white Ford f150 with a capped bed, pulling a small fishing boat approaching, I knew that at least one guy should be in THAT truck and the devil got inside of me as he frequently does and I flashed a boob and a big smile. The truck and boat skidded and fishtailed to a stop in front of my car I could see two cute Texas good ol’ boys grinning and spinning their heads 180 degrees to get another look. Pete and Hank were brothers who’d spent the morning fishing and were headed back to Plano, where they lived. They were both rather tall and thick and, in their baseball caps, it was hard to tell them apart without studying their faces: Pete had blue eyes and a long, narrow nose and Hank had brown eyes and an arched, Italian nose. Other than that, the Jones brothers could’ve passed for twins, and their gentlemanly demeanors and southern drawls were so sexy to me that I wanted to fuck them both at the same time, and right away. Unfortunately, my pesky car problem got in the way. Hank knew a thing or two about cars he got down and looked under the right front of the car then popped up saying, “Yep, you fucked this thing up pretty bad girl“.
The car would have to be towed to the BMW dealership in Arlington. I used Pete’s phone to call roadside assistance and the guys said they would wait for the tow truck with me and then give me a ride home. I explained that I actually lived in Fort Worth, which I knew was out of their way. I was shocked when they volunteered to drive me home anyway.
Pete, Hank and I immediately fell into easy conversation about work, life, and relationships as I sat in between them in the front seat of Pete’s truck. When the Hank Williams Jr. song “Family Tradition” came on, Pete turned up the radio real loud and we all sang along. It was so much fun that we were all laughing by the time it was over and Hank was resting his hand on my thigh. I had no problem asking Pete to stop at the next hillbilly bar we passed by. He and Hank were more than happy to stop with me for some drinks.
The little shithole bar was a smoky, hole-in-the-wall hangout with two pool tables, a couple of dart boards, and a jukebox in the corner – perfect for getting drunk and flirty with a couple of cowboys. Pete and I headed straight for the pool tables while Hank ordered a round of beer from the bar. A couple of rounds of pool and several beers later, we were getting really friendly. Hank and Pete were two sweeties, flashing those dimpled grins and drunkenly serenading me along with the lowdown country songs they played on the jukebox. We decided to leave when we saw that the sun was starting to go down. I grabbed Hank’s hand as we stumbled out into the parking lot and asked if he wanted to play in the capped truck bed with me on the ride home. I’d noticed a mattress in the back and thought it’d be perfect for some rough and tumble fucking on the road. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and began racing toward the truck as I let out a delighted yelp, calling out: “Don’t worry, Pete! You’ll get yours, too, big boy!” Pete was quick to answer back that he’d be “good ‘n ready.”
It was sweltering in the back of the truck and Hank and I wasted no time ripping each other’s clothes off. He immediately began sucking on my silver-dollar nipples and fingering my wet pussy, and I spat on his huge cock and started rubbing it real good, until it was pink and hard and standing at attention. I told him to put his head between my legs: “Lick my cunt, baby. Soak your face in my juicy pussy and I’ll suck your cock until you cum down my throat. I wanna feel you cum in my mouth. I wanna taste your cock milk.” In what seemed like a split second, we were face deep in-between each others’ legs, licking and sucking and moaning and groaning with pleasure. I could tell Hank was impressed by my deep-throat, especially considering how huge his cock was. I swear, I couldn’t even put my hand around it, it was so meaty. When he came, he came hard, and I sucked every last bit of that salty nectar out of his dick before insisting he stick it in my throbbing twat and get me off. He was all too eager to please, and when he mounted me I almost gushed immediately from the pressure of that big, beautiful cock. The heat, the cramped space, the bumpy ride and the thrill of hearing cars pass by made it some of the hottest fucking I’d ever had. I wanted Hank’s cock up in me so badly that I begged him to pound me harder and deeper, more and more, until I convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. When it was over, I knocked on the back window to let Pete know it was his turn. The truck veered off the side of the road so abruptly that Hank and I bumped heads. We got a good laugh out of that.
Hank had been a fantasy fuck. I wondered what Pete would be like. And he didn’t disappoint. Ended up both of the Jones brothers were hung like horses. Once we were on the road, Hank at the wheel, Pete spread my legs open and began rubbing my pussy, using my juices to work on my other hole. Apparently, Pete liked anal sex, and he knew exactly how to get me ripe. I was still leaking with cum, and began fingering myself and licking my fingers to taunt him. Pete rolled up his clothes to prop up my lower back, then spread my cheeks open and entered me slowly while I massaged my clit. I was nice and wet and it felt so good going in. After about a minute, when I was really warmed up, I told Pete to have at it. He pumped that cock into me like he was mining for gold, all while spreading my pussy open and rubbing my insides with his thick fingers. When my clit began throbbing and became so swollen that I knew I was ready to cum, I signaled to Pete so that we could get off together. And we did get off, in an explosion of cum . . . right as Hank got off the highway, on the exit that would take me home.
I had the boys drop me at a friend‘s house, they seemed harmless, but I wasn‘t really keen on them knowing exactly where I lived. I‘ve had my share of fuck-and-forgets but doing two brothers was a first. I still visit my Grammie every couple of weeks. I haven’t seen Pete and Hank since the day they picked me up on the side of the road, but not one road trip goes by that I don’t secretly wish for a flat tire and fantasize about the kindness of strangers.
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