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Loretta and Tony
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
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Tony Beltran runs a waste company where Loretta a VERY
curvy young woman who drives one of his trucks. Her
father is a silent partner in Tony's trucking business
so he found in the end that Loretta always got whatever
Loretta wanted, including Tony... (MF, mexican)
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The late model Kenworth tractor with the 46-foot empty
flatbed trailer eased into the expansive oiled parking
area. A few security lights on two poles and the metal
building lit up the yard and four smartly parked rigs.
The driver swung wide making a U-turn in the abundant
parking area, coming up alongside one of the other
parked flatbed rigs. Satisfied with her efforts, she set
the parking brake then switched off the lights, letting
the hot engine idle to cool down before shutting down
the powerful Cat diesel. She lit her fresh joint as she
waited. As she slowly exhaled, her tense, body relaxed.
She smiled and laughed at the two screaming, homeless
cats running across the parking lot. Sombody wans a
leetle pussy, she uttered then laughed at her joke.
The purging air from the air brakes system broke the
silence as she finally climbed down from the cab, locked
the door, stood for few moments after sucking in another
mouthful of the Cannabis, and walk d towards the
building that held a lighted office.
If height was the only requirement for modeling, Loretta
Martinez would certainly have qualified for the fashion
runway, but her six foot frame carried 180lbs. Not
exactly a Versace candidate.
She grinned at the prospects of things to come inside
the office. The glowing remainder of the joint lay in
the yard fouling the air, where she had casually tossed
it. She let her fingers slide, in a caress like gesture,
over the low roof of the black Porsche Carrera parked by
the door. She stared, a slight smile toying with the
corners of her mouth, for several moments at the
expensive car then entered the office. The weed had
served to push the highway activity to the far reaches
of her mind.
Tony Beltran grinned at the tall girl with stylish close
cropped black hair as she dropped the keys and small
electronic tracking device, that had been velcroed to
the dash, on his desk. Loretta leaned on her hands on
the desk, anticipating, with only a hint of a smile.
Tony finally nervously spoke to her, "Glad to see you
returned safe and sound," as he handed her an envelope.
She shoved the thick envelope he had handed her, into
her fashion bibbed jeans rear pocket without even a
peek. She still had not uttered a word. Suddenly her
rather attractive masculine face, with the evenly set
green eyes and slightly crooked aquiline nose over a
full come-hither mouth, lit up with an anticipating grin
exposing her white even teeth.
"Aren't you going to count it?" He asked with a hint of
nervousness.
"I' m sure eet's correct," she answered, "now we finish
our deal, no?"
Tony knew what was coming; he had agreed to the deal for
tonight's work. The young woman had been reluctant to do
the driving, so Tony had readily agreed to servicing
Loretta's needs. "Loretta, please not now, later," he
quickly said. "It's been a long day; I' m tired."
Now Loretta was not one to take no for an answer. She
had anticipated soothing her over charged hormones for
two days now. Besides, her dad was one of the Mexican
silent partners in the waste business that Tony Beltran
ran. "Beltran, a deals a deal; you wouldn't want me to
call papa now would you?"
That was the last thing Tony needed was his Tijuana
partner to know that he was fucking his daughter. Tony
was more inclined to think Loretta was fucking him, but
he didn't think papa would see it in that light.
She moved around to his side of the desk; he grimaced.
He caught a strong whiff of the cannabis, with just a
hint of Charley perfume.
Loretta, being a big girl, had a big appetite; Tony just
happened to have the abundant equipment she needed for
satisfaction of that appetite.
She had managed, with little resistance needless to say,
to seduce him right after she met this handsome, suave
educated Mexican the first time in Tijuana when he came
down on a business trip. She was a hot virgin of
sixteen. He was hooked on her insatiable need for sex.
The sexual activities continued for the next two years.
Until she finally convinced her papa to let her come
north to drive for the trucking company after she had
had too many hot and bothered nights. She was tired of
massaging her pussy every night.
The locals would not touch her. So she needed Tony's
nine-inch cock. After that initial encounter, her
virginal fires stoked, she made a point to use him every
opportunity to put out her raging sexual fire. Tony's
problem - actually her problem if you thought about it,
lie in the fact he was worn out after thirty minutes, so
Loretta's fire was never quite extinguished.
Her strong, long fingers began to massage his neck and
shoulders. She unbuttoned the top four buttons on his
shirt and eased her hand down to one nipple, she
pinched, he reacted as she knew he would. She tongued
his ear as she unbuttoned/unzipped his fly. She reached
into his erect nine inch cock, slowly teasing the
pulsing head. He was cornered and knew it. Shit, Shit,
Shit he thought, as he shook his curly head. Why do I
get myself into these situations? I'm worn out by this
woman.
The massaging stopped.
By the time he lifted and turned his head to face her,
she was bent over, leaning on the desk top on her
elbows. A bare, very abundant derriere greeted his
nervous eyes and olfactory system; her jeans bunched at
her ankles. The dark green string of the thong
disappearing between the crack of her ass like a small
snake. "Hurry up Beltran, I'm burning up!" He
automatically raised his hand to her lovely fat pussy,
moving the thong crack strap aside. She was very wet.
He easily spread her swollen labia as he inserted his
middle two fingers, his thumb pushing at her anus. She
kicked one leg free of her pants and spread her legs
pushing against his active fingers. He was fully erect
now. He managed to release his throbbing nine inch cock.
He stood up moving behind her. His pants slid to the
floor. Her essence pulled him like a magnet.
He held the thong strap aside as he placed his eager
cock head on her erect clit. She howled as he moved
against the large nerve. She ground into him. He
continued to rub her clit. She screamed and climaxed
inundating his cock. He moved the glans to her open wet
channel. He teased her opening. She panted, snorted and
then came again as he shoved in to heaven as much as he
hated to admit it.
The essence of fresh sex accentuated with Loretta's
subtle perfume and Tony's AXE cologne was pervasive in
the small office. She now sat across the desk as they
shared coffee, and just smiled at one another in a
somewhat strained way. There was a lack of small talk,
pillow talk if you will. No cigarettes, just coffee and
the afterglow of lusty copulating.
Finally Tony broke the silence as he became all business
and laid a set of truck keys and a trip sheet with
instructions in front of her. "Load out at the facility
and leave by six tonight. Someone there will give you a
trip package. Take good care of it. You'll backhaul from
TJ. OK, that's it. Be careful!" He said as he dismissed
her.
Loretta stood up slipped on her down filled winter
jacket that she had tossed in the other chair, and
sauntered to the door, not in any hurry to leave. She
eased the door open a crack, saluted a tired looking
Tony with her cup, "Till next time padron," then took
the last swallow of her warm coffee as the outside
frigid air rushed in, then stepped out into the early
evening winter day.
END
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