Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

He laughed, a pleasant throaty sound. "Where you bound?"

"California," Cindy said dreamily. "Los Angeles. I'm going to see my mother."

The driver glanced at her intently, then got the rig back on the freeway. Mike Polanski had been around, seen it all, and he knew a runaway teenager when he saw one. In a way he was a fool to pick her up. It could spell lots of trouble. But when he saw that cute little blonde chick standing all alone on the road, he just couldn't resist. He'd heard other guys talk about picking up these hippie chicks, about how easy they were… Maybe it was bullshit, but he had to find out.

"California, huh?" he said. "That's a long way. I'm going to Indiana, though, and that'll be some help. I can take you as far as Indianapolis."

"Indiana," said Cindy. "Where's that?"

Oh, Jesus, thought Mike.

"Quite a ways, honey," he said pleasantly. "We won't get there till it's dark. So relax, take a nap if you want. We'll stop for breakfast pretty soon."

"You're a nice man," Cindy said gratefully.

Mike turned his face away to hide a wicked grin. This girl was really in for a surprise from the "nice man".

Cindy thought Mike Polanski was handsome in a rugged, weather beaten way, sort of like Charles Bronson. His hair was thinning on top, and his nose had, been badly broken, but he had a powerful burly body, and she was turned on by the way his biceps bulged from the rolled-up sleeves of his blue cotton shirt. He had a sexy raspy voice, and his open collar revealed a thick mat of dark chest hairs. He seemed so virile, so much in charge, that Cindy felt quite safe with him.

They chatted easily about life in New York, and they stopped often for meals and snacks. By evening they'd crossed the border into Indiana, and soon after that Mike pulled the huge truck off the road and down a little dirt side road. He parked behind some trees where they couldn't be seen from the highway.

"Thought you might have to pee," he said pleasantly. "I sure as hell do."

"Me, too," Cindy giggled.

They got out, Mike going to one side of the truck and Cindy to the other. She squatted down and pissed in the dirt, and when she was finished, she had a naughty urge to spy on Mike. She was still very curious about men and their bodies, especially about cocks. She knew now that all cocks weren't the same. Pop's had been ugly and red and gross, Ted's sweet and pale and clean. What would Mike's prick look like?

She crept under the truck and saw Mike's legs, the muscles bulging in his tight jeans. She crawled farther towards him, till she could just see his powerful hairy-backed hand holding his dick as he pissed a great yellow stream into the dust. She was a little disappointed. His cock wasn't as long as Pop's or Ted's. But it was enormously thick, a short stubby weapon with a dark-red knob at the end.

Cindy scooted back to her side of the truck and clambered up into the cab. Mike was back soon, but instead of starting the truck he just lounged against the seat and grinned at her.

"We're almost there," he said. There was a strange excitement in his raspy voice, and his dark eyes traveled quickly over her ripe little body. "Before I let you off, maybe you'd like to be nice to me."

"Nice to you?" Cindy said innocently. "What do you mean, Mike?"

"I mean I gave you a pretty long ride," he said, "and I coulda got in trouble for it. Ain't you grateful?"

"Of course!" Cindy said fervently. "You really helped me out."

"Then help me out," he said. "Do me a favor."

"Sure, Mike," said Cindy. "Anything. What do you want?"

He was looking intently at her round, swelling tits poking out saucily under her tight shirt, and he licked his lips. Then he quickly unzipped his fly and drew out his thick, stiff cock.

"Guess," he said.

Cindy gawked at his lewdly displayed dick. She understood, all right, but she was appalled. She'd looked upon Mike as a sort of uncle, a platonic protector. And besides, he was so old. Wow, he must be in his thirties… It just didn't seem right to Cindy.

"Oh, gee, Mike," she said nervously, "I don't know if I want to."

"Try it, you'll like it," he chuckled.

He moved over to her across the wide seat and slipped his arm around her shoulders. He smelled like sweat and tobacco and hamburgers, and he seemed terrifyingly strong to Cindy. She began to panic. "Please, Mike," she said, "I'm not that kind of girl."

"You could be, if you tried," he said. "Come on, Cindy. Don't give me any trouble. I'm horny from all that driving, from being next to you. I need it. Just a quick lay – what's it to you?"

Cindy swallowed hard. She could see his point. He'd done her a big favor, taken risks for her, and she really should repay him somehow. She'd already fucked two men in twenty-four hours, so, indeed, what difference would it make if she fucked another one? It was just that Mike seemed so coarse and brutal to her…

"I-I'm a virgin," she lied quickly. Perhaps that would arouse his sympathy.

"All the better," said Mike.

He suddenly seized her hand and placed it firmly on the rigid white shaft of his prick. Cindy gasped – his enormously thick cock was so hot and hard. "You'd dig it, baby," he said hoarsely, starting to move her little hand gently up and down his silky rod. "That good hard meat would feel real good…"

"Noooo," Cindy said, shuddering. "Please, Mike. When I get to California and find my mother, I'll send you money to pay for the gas and the food. I'd be glad to do that."

His powerful hand gripped her shoulder hard, hurting her. "Don't give me no more shit, Cindy," he said roughly. "I gotta get laid, and if you don't cooperate, I could get real mad. Know what I mean?"

Cindy's eyes moistened with tears. Mike had been so nice to her, but now he was like a sadistic stranger, and she was afraid. His hand was almost crushing her shoulder, and she could well imagine how badly he could hurt her. There was no point trying to fight him off. A quick fuck would be far better, even if she didn't want to screw this man.

"All right, Mike," she said quickly. "I'll do it. Just let go of my shoulder, okay? You're hurting me."

He gave her shoulder one quick pinch, to show her what he could do, then let go. He leered at her, and she felt his stubby hot cock twitch excitedly under her hand.

"Well, all right," he said, grinning. "That's more like it. You'll enjoy it, doll, I guarantee it. I got a pretty good reputation in the sack. Now, let's get them clothes off. I wanta see that cute little body of yours. I been thinkin' about it for hours."

Cindy struggled to hold back her tears as she undressed. Mike sat right next to her, watching intently as she took off her clothes. She drew the tight shirt off over her head, tousling her long blonde hair. She blushed when she emerged from the garment, for Mike was staring lewdly at her boobs. The tight cotton bra seemed to be overflowing with plump ripe tit, and her cleavage was deep and swelling.

"Hurry," he said hoarsely. "Get that damned thing off. I wanta see your jugs."

He sounded like Pop, coarse and dirty. Cindy writhed with repulsion. Oh, God, if only he were Ted, young and clean and attractive, she'd be creaming her panties and more than ready to fuck. But her little cunt was absolutely dry, and she glanced down at the burly truck driver's short stubby prick with distaste.

Cindy unhooked her dainty pink bra and threw it off. Her big, round tits bounced into freedom, the pretty little pink nipples wiggling before Mike's delighted eyes.

"Nice," he breathed, "real nice knockers. You shouldn't wear a bra, Cindy. You oughta let 'em bounce, bring a little happiness into the world."

He reached out with both hands and seized her bouncing tits, tugging them mischievously, almost as if trying to milk her. His big hands had dark hair all over the backs, and the palms were dirty and sweaty. Cindy's flesh crawled under his wet touch, but he didn't seem to notice her revulsion.