Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The long and winding road..


Tucker had gone over the basic rules in the cab, the scooby snack incentive system and his own training agenda for the next three days.
His belly was full of Olive Garden Lasagna and his dick was hard as hell. He wanted to sink his cock deep into this bitch and he could smell her pussy
getting wet at the thought of being used, a very good sign.

But what about the brat? He had to show restraint around Amanda, that was part of the deal and he was an honorable man. Plus, he had to get this load to Arkansas, so with a smack of his hand and a chance for Amanda to ask some final questions, he sat back in the "Captain's Chair" driver's seat and pulled out of the Mcdonalds onto the open highway.

Kitten was down on all fours crawling around the tiny space on the floor of the cab, and Amanda was already settling in to paint her nails and make the best of the long and boring ride. Her ripe little tomato of a pussy facing Tucker who would periodically speak to her as he drove

"Nice touch shaving it hairless before we began" He said in a hushed tone, perhaps so that Amanda didn't see him breaking his harsh exterior.

"Yeah well, we talked about it and I knew you were going to expect it, so I went ahead and did it anyway." Kitten took his informal speech as a sign she could speak in turn.

-THWOCK- across her pussy

"Hey bitch, just because I am speaking informally to you, doesn't mean you should get lazy. This is what you wanted, after all?"

"Yes Master" she straightened herself.

"Don't pucker your asshole just because you got punished" He offered a more playful slap. "Tell me, how does it feel to have got passed the first demo?"


"Sir, I didn't think I would have the courage to go through with this." Kitten said breathing out a sigh of relief


"Yeah, I didn't think you would either." Tucker grinned "But you know its going to get a lot harder over the coming months?"


"Yes Master, I do, and it is what I deserve"


"Why are you so sure?" Tucker playfully toyed with the leather wrapping on his riding crop as he asked the question. He already knew her answer but wanted to hear it from her again.

"Because Sir, I am a Wicked bitch that takes delight in this harsh treatment and to be truly broken of my prideful nature and wicked, lazy, cruel heart then I must be trained to accept that my place is to serve and be used for the amusement of others, and not my own pointless purposes."

"Good answer bitch, you can sit up in the passenger chair"

"Naked, Sir?"

"I didn't say you could put on clothes, so its your choice to sit up or stay on all fours giving me a good view of your asshole and twat" he said as she started to get up off her knees and squat up over the chair to look out at the road before getting into the passengers chair "Damn, Jim doesn't know what he is missing".

She gave him a glare which he overlooked. It was one thing to call her names, but making fun of Jim was something that was her job. She secretly smiled that he backed down on it and didn't continue talking about Jim when she gave him that stare. It meant he was concerned about her thoughts and feelings.

She also noticed that way up here in the truck, regular cars couldn't see into the cab, so even though she was exposed to truckers passing by if they cared to look in, she wouldn't be seen by highway patrols and that was her primary concern about that. She didn't mind if truckers took a look at her tits while they rode, they were going to see a whole lot more than that, and Tucker was just pulling into a rest area to demonstrate....

Bastard.