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"Who is it" she barked into the speakers.
"Dan Simmons from Loval Moving Company, ma'am."
She released the talk button and pressed the button to let them up. By the time the knock on the door came, she was ready to let them have it with both barrels. "What took you so fucking long I thought your company was supposed to be dispatched from down the block!"
Had she not been so mad, she probably would have been terrified of the man in her doorway. He was a easily 6'5", with a clean shaven head and a dark goatee. His jaw was square and rugged looking, his cheekbones high, and his skin the color of dark chocolate, appearing black against the stark white of the hallway walls. He wore a thin cotton t-shirt stretched tight over a well muscled body that clearly benefited from manual labor, and the khaki walking shorts that stopped mid thigh seemed too small (but then again, almost anything would). His waist looked too narrow to support the rippled terrain of his abdomen and his broad, bull-like chest, although the twin tree trunks he called legs probably helped some. His well muscled thighs were as big around as her head, and his calves looked like they were moving even while he was stood still. His biceps flexed powerfully when he crossed his arms across his chest, patiently waiting for her to end her tirade.
"Ms. Caton, I'm sorry we're late. We had the wrong address," he explained when he finally had an opening. "The reservation was written with Fairfax Drive as the street name, instead of Fairfax Road. We ended up across town, and got stuck in rush hour traffic trying to get back."
"Well, shithead," she snarled, "It's not MY fault that one of YOUR idiots got it wrong, is it Do I have to pay extra for this kind of service, or is it part of the package" she added sarcastically.
He could tell when he was on the losing end of an argument, so he opted to just get on with the task at hand rather than wasting any more time on this abuse. Apologizing again, he stepped past her into the condo followed by two more men, both white and not quite as large, but still equally impressive. Each one was about 6" tall with close cropped blonde hair and wonderful bodies. The first was built like a football player, his chest and arms almost as big as Dan's, while the second was more tightly muscled, like a gymnast. They also wore tight white t-shirts with the company logo on the left side and khaki shorts. They both gave her tits an appreciative glance as they walked past her.
"Look, we're running behind," she snapped. "Could you guys linger a little less and get the truck loaded so we can get out of here" She had to let these gorillas know who was boss!
Andrea had a lot of stuff, and it took several hours to get the condo emptied and the truck loaded. By the time everything was packed and secured, it was pretty late in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Dan went upstairs to discuss their options with Andrea. It was a 16 - 24 hour drive to Louisville, traffic permitting, and it was already 3:00. If they left now, stopped tonight at a motel, drove 10 hours the next day and checked into a motel again that night, they would probably arrive at there destination sometime in the afternoon on Tuesday. The alternative would be to leave early tomorrow morning, drive for 10 hours, stay in a motel, and arrive in Louisville sometime during the evening on Wednesday. The first scenario required her to pay for an additional night in a motel, but got her there the soonest.
In reality, Andrea could care less about the additional cost; she would have paid an extra $5,000 if it would get her out of this city quicker. Besides, she wasn't even paying for the move; her father was. But she wasn't going to let them off that easy. She was still steamed about them being late, and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to break their balls.
"You guys are so fucking incompetent!" she railed. "You mean to tell me that, not only were you late, but now it's going to cost me more money just so you can meet the timeline I was quoted Shit, the only reason we're even having this discussion is because you were too fucking stupid to find me in the first place." Dan started to interrupt, but a scathing glare from Andrea cut him off. "Give me a fucking break. I should be asking for a Goddamn discount. Fine, let's just get on with it."
Downstairs, Dan got the last laugh.
"One more thing, Ms. Caton. You'll have to ride up in the truck with Tim and me," he said, gesturing toward the football player. "We had to use the passenger seat in the van for some of your more 'delicate' things, so there's only enough room in there for Billy."
Glowering, she watched Dan climb in on the driver's side while Tim held the door propped open for her. The cab of the truck was built to hold three normal sized men, but there was no way she and the two behemoths next to her were going to fit comfortably. To make matters worse, every chance Dan got, he hit a pothole or drove over uneven pavement.
The truck was an older model, with a manual transmission that required an exaggerated action to shift. It seemed Dan needed to shift a lot, which caused him to brush Andrea's thigh and occasionally run his elbow across her chest. At first she was certain that it was intentional, but whenever she looked at him he was concentrating on the road. Similarly, if there was a particularly sharp turn or or a rough patch of road, Tim would lean into her, also brushing her thigh or rubbing his arm along the side of her tit.
And it was unbearably hot. According to Dan, the air hadn't worked in years, so by the time they crossed out of Virginia 4 hours later, their clothes stuck wetly against their bodies. She wanted to be disgusted by the thick smell of sweat that hung in the air, but she actually found it arousing. Coupled with the casual brushings, her pussy was so wet she was afraid they could hear her squish when she moved. She closed her eyes and rested her head, trying to appear nonchalant as her mind wandered over what it might be like to be fucked by these two men by the side of the road. When she opened her eyes she could see, even in the waning light, that her crotch was soaked, but neither man seemed to notice. Just past 9:00, Dan pulled into the parking lot of a motel that allowed trucks to board overnight. Andrea's sexual frustration was at an all time high, and she was even more irritable than she'd been in Washington.
"Four rooms please," Dan said to the woman behind the counter inside.
"Um, he means two rooms," Andrea interrupted. "One with a king, and one with two singles and a cot," she finished, pulling out her wallet.
Dan turned to her. "Oh, come on Ms. Caton! How are we going to fit in one room" "Look, you don't have to live there; you just have to sleep there. I'm not paying for three rooms when you're only going to use them for 8 hours anyway," she growled, sliding her credit card across the counter. "Besides, it's your fucking fault that we're here!" she reminded him.
The woman handed Andrea two keys, explaining which one went to which room. Andrea tossed the movers their key and bolted for her room, the need to cum replacing all other conscious thought.
She was out of her clothes before she was even to the room, and had her vibrator at the ready before the door was shut. Spread-eagled on the bed, she searched for something on TV to help her on her way. In this day and age, even the most podunk hotels had cable, and one that catered to truckers had more than its share of "adult" channels.
Working the remote with one hand, she turned the vibrator on with the other and slid it in and out of her pussy until she was nice and wet. Pushing it in as far as it would go, she crossed her legs at the ankles to hold it tight. Tossing the remote aside, she closed her eyes and continued to fantasize about fucking Dan and Tim. She played with her nipples while the vibrator hummed along, and after 20 minutes she came so hard that she fell off the bed.
Finally able to relax, she decided to call the movers and apologize for being so rude to them. She tried calling their room for 20 minutes, but no one picked up, so she pulled on her shorts and shirt and went over to knock on their door. The motel was garden style, with doors and windows that all faced into the center. Outside the movers' window, she was able to get a clear view of the entire room inside, as well as listen to a conversation already in progress.
"...is a total bitch, man! I can't believe that cunt; you'd think we were dirt or something," Billy complained.
"Dude, I know. But I don't care, I'd fuck her in a minute," Tim said. "The whole ride here, I was rubbing up against her, and I think she was digging it." So that HAD been intentional. Asshole!
Tim was laying on the bed closest to the window, with his back toward her, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet from a recent shower. At the foot of the bed, Billy sat on a cot in just his t-shirt, as if he had been interrupted in the middle of getting undressed. Dan was not visible anywhere. At one point she took a nap," Tim continued, "and must have been having a helluva of a dream, because her pants got real wet around her pussy. I thought she had peed her pants, but when I took a whiff, man there was nothing but pussy smell! I almost shot in the truck; I'm hard just thinking about it!"
He rolled over on his back and let the towel fall away, revealing a decent sized cock surrounded by curly blonde pubic hair. He reached down and began stroking it, coaxing it to its full length. It was longer than her dildo, but not quite as long as her vibrator (which she had measured as 8 inches), and it was nice and thick, like the base of a flashlight. Andrea licked her lips as she watched him fondle it.
"I could just imagine eating that pussy, feeling her squirm on my face. I bet she's a hot little fuck. I'd love to tease her crack, make her beg me to fuck her."
"Aw shit man," Billy groaned, and started to stroke his cock too. "What about those tits"
Billy's cock was longer then Tim's, but not nearly as thick. It looked more like her dildo, which was fine with Andrea. She reached under her shirt and teased her nipples hard while she continued to spy on the two men.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," moaned Tim. "Yeah, she's got great tits. Do you think they're real I mean she's so little; how'd she get such big tits I'm telling you Bill, if we'd driven much longer, I may have had to try to slip my finger up her pussy and finger fuck her."
"Oh jeez, what the hell's gotten into you two" Dan asked from the bathroom doorway.
He had a towel draped around his neck, but was otherwise totally nude. His cock hung thickly between his legs, still soft and easily as long and thick as her vibrator. It was darker than the rest of his body, almost the color of his pubic hair, and his cockhead dangled, swollen, at the end of his shaft. Andrea squeezed her nipples a little harder as she imagined what it would look like stiff.
Except for his crotch and his goatee, his body was smooth, every muscle starkly defined, as if chiseled from stone.
"Tim was talking about how hot Andrea Caton is, and got me started."
Dan's cock twitched at the mention of Andrea's name.
"Did he tell you about the ride here It's a wonder I didn't rip my shorts. All I could smell was pussy." His cock hardened. "Maybe if she got a good fuck, she wouldn't be so so damn evil," he said, dropping onto his bed. By the time it was fully erect, it stood out 8.5", and was 5" around.
"You'd kill her with that thing, Dan." Billy said gesturing toward Dan's cock. Dan smiled. "Nah, they come a lot bigger. And I'd go easy on her. You know how Tim likes to eat pussy; I'd let him get her ready. Then I'd fuck her nice and slow, maybe let her cum on my dick before I shot," he said, stroking his cock while he spoke. "Don't worry; I'd let you guys go first so she'd still feel you!"
"Fuck you, she'd feel me," Tim grunted, really starting to work his own cock. "I'd fucking love to spread her, make her get me nice and slippery with her mouth, then let her ride me while I chewed on those nipples!"
Andrea's pussy was boiling again. Without bothering to look around, she dropped her shorts so she could get at it, sliding her middle finger in as soon as they were off and rubbing her thumb vigorously over her rock hard clit.
Looking back in the window, she saw that Billy was now as naked as the other two men, his back against the wall, rubbing his nipples and caressing his pecs while he jerked furiously. Tim was still on his back under the window with his eyes closed, spitting in his hands for lubrication. He took long slow strokes with one hand while he played with his balls with the other, his hips rising to meet meet his hand. Andrea bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, her orgasm getting close. Watching these guys jerk off while they talked about her was the hottest thing she'd done in her short sexual career.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as each of the men came closer to cumming.
"Oh fuck!" Billy groaned, shooting a thick milky arc into the air that landed on the floor between the two beds. It was followed by three less powerful jets before he slouched against the wall, spent. It set off a chain reaction, with Dan climaxing next. Taking one last stroke he released his magnificent cock, letting the cum spill out of his piss slit and dribble the length of his shaft, pooling on the bed around his balls as his cock continued to twitch. Bringing up the rear, Tim started to buck wildly, his cum shooting wildly, spraying his chest, his face, and the wall behind him as he pulled hard on his cock, trying to force more cum out.
Andrea dropped to the ground, ramming two fingers into her pussy as hard and as fast as she could while squeezing her clit between the thumb and forefinger. Suddenly she clamped legs shut, trapping her hand, as her orgasm came roaring over her, and she thrashed about on the grass under the window, biting her tongue to keep from screaming.
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