Antonio the Truck Driver and his Mother-in-Law, on the Road [5]

In the previous chapter

"The waiter came to our table and asked us what we wanted to eat. Both Carmen and I told him to choose the food, that we liked everything. Holy crap! They brought us a platter of fish that could have eaten a regiment, but wow, everything was so good! In the end, I can't remember how many bottles of cava and whiskey we drank, but when we said goodbye to him, the three of us cried with emotion.

When we got to the truck, we decided to lie down and rest. We took a nap. Carmen hugged me and was overcome with emotion, her cheek against my chest.

Antonio the Truck Driver and His Mother-in-Law. On the Road. 5

I was woken up by the honking of trucks. Carmen was fast asleep, her cheek resting on my cock as a pillow. She was so beautiful! I didn't want to wake her, so I got up slowly to avoid it. I looked out the window to check the honking wasn't my truck's fault. I saw some cooperative workers and colleagues standing there in a circle talking, so I got out to say hello.

In this town, I've noticed on the occasions I've come here to load apples that almost the entire staff is Black, and they speak a strange Catalan, a Catalan that I don't think even the Catalans understand, but although poorly, they also speak Spanish. The argument was that a truck driver had jumped the queue and had loaded the merchandise that should have been loaded onto another truck. Without finding any reason, they were having a silly argument, since the damage had been done, and they only had to find a solution, which was to unload and reload. The truck driver who jumped the queue blamed a Black person. I don't know why, but it's always the Black person's fault. This happens in almost all the cooperatives where Black people work.

My presence calmed things down, and they set about unloading the truck of the clever man who had snuck in. A black man I knew named Samba was in charge, and I didn't budge, telling him that since he'd snuck in, he'd be the last one to load.

Anyone could have contradicted Samba, with his two-meter height and wingspan, plus a mouth that, when opened, revealed white teeth that threatened to bite off anyone's arm or head. Not wanting to be bitten or eaten by the black man, I kept quiet just in case. They calmed down, and Samba came toward me.

– Hello Samba, is everything okay?

– I'm fed up with smart people, all they do is waste your time.

– Well, thanks for letting me park. My mother-in-law wanted to see the beach and go swimming, and since I'll have to spend the night at customs anyway and we had time, I took her to see the one in this town.

– You know, whenever you need it and we can help, we help.

– Thank you Samba

– Are you traveling with your mother-in-law?

– Look, I'll tell you the truth, my wife left me and is working as a prostitute in a brothel in La Junquera, and she insisted on going to see her. She asked me if she could accompany me there, and see how she is and all this.

– Oops, sorry.

– You don't have to feel sorry for me. I don't give a damn about my ex anymore. He can do and fuck whatever he wants. I prefer the mother, ha ha ha…

– Are you fucking your mother?

– She's incredibly hot, although she's a bigger whore than her daughter. Since the house isn't doing too well, she's taking advantage of the trip to get clients.

– So you go on a trip fucking her, ha ha ha… You say she’s hot?

– She's hot, she has an incredible body, and she's also beautiful. She wasn't in the trade, but since she didn't have any money… she started fucking at a cooperative in Almería, and now there's no stopping her, ha ha ha…

– Ha, ha, ha. Could you introduce me to her?

– She's sleeping, but if you don't make noise she could show it to you while she's sleeping.

– Look, you even make me want it, ha, ha, ha…

So I opened the truck and he got in to check on my mother-in-law sleeping. Suddenly, I heard a piercing shriek from my mother-in-law. Samba jumped out immediately.

– Hey, I didn't do anything to him, okay! But he woke up, looked at me, and got scared.

– Wow, I must have thought it was already a black lunch, ha ha ha…

– Hey, if your mother-in-law is hot, how much does she earn?

– One hundred for a blowjob, one hundred and fifty for half an hour, and two hundred and fifty for an hour. Fucking her in the ass is an extra fifty euros.

– For 150, would you let us two fuck her? That would be 75 each, and that's if we can afford it.

– If you do it within the same half hour, two hundred, because it's you, I'll tell him to accept it.

– Fuck, two hundred! One hundred each, that's a lot of money for us. The whores here are cheaper. In La Junquera, you can find them for fifty euros half an hour, and they're pretty hot too.

– Look, that's what he could have done, and I'm telling you it's because it's you.

– Okay, but don’t charge us extra for fucking her.

– I’ll tell him and I’ll try, but if he doesn’t accept, don’t screw him, okay?

– Okay, but let's see if she accepts. The whores at La Junquera won't let me put it in her from behind, and I'm actually looking forward to it.

– Come on, let's see what I can get, wait while I talk to her, by the way, are you going to fuck her in the truck or do you have somewhere else?

– Here inside the ship, in the changing room, we have a sofa, and there's a sink for you to clean your pussy.

– Okay. Let's fuck with a condom, okay?

– Of course, of course.

When I got inside the booth, my mother-in-law still hadn't gotten dressed. I explained the deal with the black guy to her, and surprisingly, she didn't want to or feel like fucking, but when I told her the whole sum would be hers and I wouldn't get half this time, she agreed, although she said nothing about the ass, saying that if the whores in La Junquera won't let her fuck them, there must be a reason. If she's like the black guy from Almería, there's too much cock for her ass.

– Okay, so I tell him that two hundred for both of us within half an hour, and that nothing will come up the ass.

– Okay, so you mean we'll fuck inside the ship?

– Yes, they say there's a couch and a sink so you can wash your pussy. I've already told you that fucking has to be with a condom.

– Of course, I also think my period is coming soon and I might spot a little, it should come any moment.

– Wow. Are you still on your period?

– Yeah, and I'm a little scared, but the only one who's ever fucked me without a condom was you, and you squirted inside me. Look, I told you not to do it inside me, but you didn't listen. My pussy must still be full of what you spurted while Juanito was fucking you. Your dick must have gotten so hard while he was fucking you.

– Mother-in-law, let's not start, I'm not a faggot at all, and besides, he caught me by surprise, otherwise I'll kill him.

– You're going to kill yourself! He almost killed you because of the pleasure he gave you.

– FUCK YOU WHORE! If you insinuate that I'm gay again, you'll never get to La Junquera.

– Less wolves, Little Red Riding Hood

I was already strangling her when Samba entered the truck, my mother-in-law threw herself into his arms to help her.

– He wants to kill me, help.

– Samba, let her go, I'll kill her now.

– Nobody is going to die here today. What happened to you?

– She also doesn't want you to fuck her in the ass.

– Okay, calm down, but there’s no need to kill her for that. Come on, I’ll take her in my arms. We’ll be back in half an hour.

Half an hour later Samba brought her to me just like he had brought her, naked, in his arms, kissing, and left her inside the truck's cabin.

– Have they paid you, Carmen?

– I did it for free.

– Fuck! This wasn't the deal!

– You didn't say it was all the money for me, because I didn't want to charge them.

- Because?

– Because I didn’t want to, I liked the way I was fucked.

– No, what I'm saying is, when someone is a whore, they're a whore.

– And when one is… I better keep quiet

– Yes, better, quiet is better.

We arrived at La Junquera without speaking. She stretched out on the bed. I heard her whimpering, but I wasn't moved. Let her cry, I thought, and fuck her. On top of that, she let those Kunta Kinte guys fuck her for free, and then she says she's not a whore.

I parked the truck at the customs center. I handed in the paperwork at the office, and they told me I could resume my journey tomorrow at 5:00 p.m. It had been impossible before then due to the volume of trucks after the strike—what a pain in the ass. I woke up my mother-in-law.

– Carmen, end of the journey, this is the end of the trip.

– You owe me money

– Yes, don't worry, I'll tell you everything now and put it in an envelope, and be careful, there's a lot of chorizo here.

– Do you know where this bar Los Jamones is?

– No, but if you take a taxi he will take you for sure.

– Okay, I’ll pick up my suitcase, the money, get dressed, and leave.

– Aren't we going to have a farewell fuck, mother-in-law?

– No, besides, I would charge you like the others now.

– Would you charge me for the powder?

– Of course, like everyone else, you yourself say I'm a whore and whores get paid, you're no different.

– On top of the fact that I brought her here, she is ungrateful.

– I paid for your trip and you still made money, and you've fucked me whenever you wanted.

– Wow, I see he's pissed off with me.

– You’ve tried to kill me twice, as if I could care less about you.

– You insist on telling me I'm gay.

– You know what you are, but you let yourself be fucked from behind, and don't tell me you didn't like it because you came even when they were hitting you.

– Let’s not start…

– It was you who started it.

I gave him the envelope with the money, he grabbed his suitcase, and left. I saw her getting into another truck, and I have to admit, this pissed me off. It pissed me off so much I couldn't resist heading over. I knocked on the truck door, and a guy opened it who, judging by his accent and everything, I figured was Romanian. The guy sulkily opened the door and got out. He even had tattoos on his face. He asked me what the hell I wanted, and I asked Carmen. The guy told me it was nothing, and I told him to ask her. He told me if I didn't leave, he was going to beat the shit out of my face. I beat the shit out of him. The first to strike almost always wins, and the kick I gave him in the balls defeated him. With his face halfway down, I kicked him again, and he probably got a new tattoo. I called Carmen, and when she saw what was going on, she got out and slapped me. I didn't hit him back because other truckers were already starting to come, and hitting a woman is frowned upon, and I'm sure I'll lose.

– You can leave me alone or I'll have to call the police.

– Yes? And what are you going to accuse me of?

– Abuse, in addition to family matters, and they will arrest you.

– I'll kill her first.

– See? You're a danger. Leave me alone, you and I are no longer in contact. Poor man, look what you've done to him. He only agreed to take me to the Los Jamones club because he knows where it is.

– Come on, let's take a taxi and I'll go with you. Don't you see, these people can do anything to you?

– As far as I know, the only one here who wants to kill me is you. You're a danger to me.

– Come on, Carmen, let's stop with the nonsense, let's go, I'll accompany you, I promise not to kill you today.

– If you lay a hand on me again, I’ll scream and report you.

– Come on, let’s go.

We went to the truck, I grabbed my things, and we went to find a taxi. The stretch of road we traveled was full of whores. I already knew this place was like that, right next to the border and with all the traffic, lots of strip clubs, and half-naked roadside whores. The taxi driver thought my mother-in-law was one of them; in fact, he wasn't wrong, but she wasn't the kind of whore he was referring to. He wanted to start a conversation with us.

– Ma’am, let me ask you a question. Do you work at Jamones?

– Hey, this lady is my mother-in-law. We’re going to see an acquaintance.

– Okay, excuse me, are you a truck driver?

– Yes, I am a truck driver, my father was a truck driver and so was my grandfather.

– Forgive the indiscretion. Does that acquaintance of yours work at the Jamones?

– Yes, that's what they told us.

– No problem, but I know them all. I take them out to the highway in the morning and bring them to the club at night. I'm sure I know her.

– Her name is Rocío. Do you know her? – Carmen said.

– Yes, of course, she's the head of the Hams

– The boss? What does that mean?

– That she runs the club.

– Gosh! Now I find out my daughter runs a brothel.

– Is she your daughter?

– Yes, we talk about it, yes.

– Do you have a photo?

– Yes, look, this is your wedding photo.

– Wow, yes, it's her! Are you a truck driver?

– Hey, less teasing, eh!

– Yes, it’s him. Weren’t they cute?

– Damn it all now! Mother-in-law is asking for it.

– Look, if you want, you don't have to come with me, this man will take me, so you can relax.

– Don't tempt me Carmen

– Come on, we're here. Look, it's the one with the lights on the roof.

Now it turned out my ex was running the brothel, according to the taxi driver. Who knows what he did? I imagine he spread his legs like his mother, maybe Carmen made more money in four days than I did, making the whole trip. The place didn't seem fancy at all; it was more like a seedy place.

We entered the place, dimly lit, the music blaring, too loud. The song was by Las Grecas, and Carmen came along, and all she could think of was to start dancing. I had to grab her arm to get her to go back to what she'd come for: to see the boss of the brothel, her daughter, my ex.

The joint, it seemed, had just opened; there were no customers, and the women were just starting to occupy the stools, already crossing their legs and smoking. A girl with small tits and pointy nipples came up. She asked us if we wanted something to drink; she was chewing strawberry gum, her breath betraying the taste of what she was tasting as she approached. It occurred to me how nice it must be to have someone chewing gum while sucking on your cock, but in a different flavor, mint for example, or those white ones that sting; the stinging will surely give your dick a little kick.

We asked for Rocío, and the one with the pointy tits chewing gum told us she was on a shoot. When we asked her what she meant by "on a shoot," she replied that she was on a shoot. When we asked her where she was shooting, she told us she was shooting a bukkake on the beach. When we asked her what "bukkake" meant, she told us it was a "gangbang." We asked her again what a "gangbang" meant, and she told us it was a fuck with lots of guys. Carmen continued asking.

– And when will he come?

– When they finish

– And when does it end?

– When everyone has cum on her, she must be about to cum. They've been fucking since morning, everyone must have cum by now.

– How many were there?

– I think sixteen

– Oh my God! He's had sex with a sixteen-year-old?

– Of course it’s a “bukkake”

– Ah! We'll wait for her.

– Are you here to ask for a job?

– I don't know, it depends, for now see her and talk to her

– Is that your son? – Referring to me.

– He's not my boyfriend

– Ah! Your pimp.

– No, my boyfriend

"Well, it amounts to the same thing. Your boyfriend is nice." As she said that, she blew me a kiss and winked.

– Yes, only his character loses him, he is a grump

– Carmen, let's not start.

– See? He's already growling.

– Ha ha ha, I’m sure he grunts in bed too, but in a different way, ha ha ha…

– Yes, that's right, it's quite nice.

– You can wait here if you want, but don't whore around. It's forbidden for women from outside to come and whore around if they don't work here, okay? And you have to consume something, it's mandatory.

– Okay, give me a Baileys on the rocks and him a whiskey that isn't Catalan or Valencian, because in the end his anus will pay for it.

– Carmen, let’s not start, okay!

– But do you want a whiskey or not?

– Okay, fine, come on, if you have to consume, you consume.

– And you also pay, Antonio.

– Okay, fine.

The mother who gave birth to my mother-in-law and her daughter, fifty euros for the fucking Baileys and whiskey, not even in the casino in Barcelona were drinks that expensive. Another woman approached us. This one was even less busty than the other and proudly showed off her small, pointy breasts. She was pretty, had a special beauty. She told us if we wanted a threesome, that she was into guys and girls, that the three of us would have a fucking great time. While she fondled a nipple with one finger, she sat on my knees and her ass sought contact with my cock, immediately finding it.

My mother-in-law must have been amused by the situation, since she was laughing at it. Perhaps she got jealous and was laughing to hide it. I tried to flatter her and began to let the whore woo me. She laughed even more. No doubt, I thought, it's jealousy she's trying to hide. She told us her name was Samanta and that she was from Lugo.

Suddenly, my aunt comes and plants a kiss on my mouth, almost shoving her tongue up to my Adam's apple. This made me gag and cough, causing me to spill half a whiskey on her tits. She grabbed my head and made me suck the spilled whiskey off her breasts. My bitch mother-in-law found this even funnier. I whispered in her ear to give Carmen a kiss. Samanta bent down to give me a kiss and put her ass right in front of my face. I couldn't resist taking a bite of her buttocks. They laughed, but they didn't stop making out. My whore mother-in-law must have taken a liking to the other whore, because she switched knees and sat on hers. They both looked at me like whores, which they both were.

Suddenly, Samanta stands up and asks me for a drink. Without me answering, she goes to the bar to order it. When she comes back with it, she tells me to give her thirty euros, that's what it's worth. I ask her if what she's drinking is gold, and she tells me it's what an invitation is worth, so she can stay with us for a while. Fuck this place! We've been inside for half an hour, and they've already taken eighty euros from me. The truth is, the topless whore was turning me on. She sat back down on my knees, put her arm around me, and slammed her armpit into my face, with all the fucking strawberry deodorant she was wearing. Fuck strawberry! As if there weren't any more enchanting aromas.

Carmen was nervous; she couldn't wait for her daughter to show up; I could tell. She asked Samanta again if she knew if she'd be long in coming. She replied that she wouldn't be long.

And it didn't take long. When I saw her appear, I would have gone to strangle her, but damn! That was how she acted. I have to admit she was hot. Carmen let out a squeal, and to her daughter's surprise, the two of them ran to hug each other.

– Mom, how nice! How did you get here?

"With your husband, he's there, with that girl he's hooked up with. I'll tell you, a lot has happened. Don't worry, he's not going to hurt you, and besides, he's handled your leaving well."

– Okay, Mom, I'll tell you now. Oh, the girl Antonio is with is a transvestite.

– Ha ha ha, don’t tell him, let him find out for himself, ha ha ha… I want to see his face when he realizes, ha ha ha…

– Wow, what about him who’s traveling?

– Yes, I think he's going to Germany. I'm going to stay with you for a couple of days. We need to talk. You need to help me. A lot of things have happened at home that I need to tell you about. Then I'll go. If your husband picks me up, all the better. If not, I'll get on a train.

– Okay, call him here, but let him relax, I trust you.

– Leave it to me.

When Carmen came toward me, I dismounted Samanta from my knees and went to my ex. Carmen told me to behave like a gentleman, not like a primitive madman. I told her it was okay, I didn't have feelings for her anymore, even though she's incredibly hot now.

– Hello Antonio

– Hi Rocío, why did you leave without saying anything? We were looking for you under every rock.

– The police already told me when they came to tell me you were looking for me, but look, things have been like this and now there's no need to argue.

– Yes, it's true, the truth is that I had abandoned you a lot, but well, I'm sorry, although I would have liked to have children.

– That's precisely what I didn't want, to give birth. My life isn't designed for raising children while you're always traveling and away. I would have raised them alone, and Antonio didn't want that.

– Well, why argue now? If you're okay, I'm glad. I'm not doing too badly. Although you could buy me a whiskey.

– Do you drink?

– Since your mother got me hooked

– Does your mom drink too?

– A little bit, we had to stay two nights in Barcelona and we had a few drinks, well, and in Valencia. – Carmen said

– Wow, it seems you didn’t have a bad time, ha ha ha…

– Look, daughter, we're dating now.

– Are you two boyfriends, Antonio?

– That's what she says

– Yes, daughter, we are dating, although he finds it hard to admit it.

- Oh

– I also play prostitute. Well, it's long. I left with little money. A man offered me two hundred euros, thinking I was a prostitute. He gave me the idea, and I've had a few clients along the way, and in Valencia and Barcelona, I bought myself a really pretty dress!

– Gosh, Mom, you're a bundle of surprises. This haircut and those colors really suit you, too. Well, if you want to take advantage of the time you're here these two days, you can work here. Plus, I'll let you keep all the money. Then you can tell me about my sister and dad.

– Well, I think I have to say something. First, this whole thing about us being boyfriend and girlfriend is a bit of a blunder on Carmen's part. Second, I'm leaving for Germany tomorrow, and I don't think I'll ever see her again. Third, stop…

– Stop it, are you stupid? With all the money I'm making you! Tomorrow you're leaving for Germany. When you're back, stop by, pick me up, and we'll go back to where we came from, home.

– Has Mom pimped you out? Do you give her money?

– Of course, he protects me, although sometimes I have to protect myself from him, but deep down he deserves it, we make a good team, we've made some very good clients, right Antonio?

– Hey! Ah, yes, yes, your mother's pussy is really profitable.

– Well, who would have thought it! Now it turns out my mom is my ex's girlfriend, and on top of that, he's her pimp, ha ha ha… we better laugh. How much do you charge for sex, Mom?

– One hundred for a blowjob, one hundred and fifty for half an hour, two hundred and fifty for an hour, and the extra for anal sex, fifty euros.

– Wow, you're really worth something.

– Well, your mother has been in a good mood for a while, and the customers all leave satisfied, so much so that some even wait for our return.

– Gosh, Mom! You wouldn't make that much money here in La Junquera. Plus, there's a lot of competition. Here, it's half the price you told me you charge. Because I run my own place, we make the money from drinks, and a little bit of each one fills my pocket. And I make porn videos, that makes more money.

– I would be a good actress, for sure.

– Sure, Mom.

– Well, at least treat yourself to something. Since we arrived, they've already charged me eighty euros, and on top of that, they spilled whiskey on Samanta's tiny breasts. And your mom should get a Baileys, because that's what she likes.

– Okay, now I'll tell Samantha to bring you a bottle of whiskey and you can go down it while I go talk to my mom. Oh, if Samantha does you any favors, it's on the house. I warn you, she's a great swigger, ha ha ha…

– Don’t laugh, I’ll take you at your word.

Samanta came over. My ex gave her instructions on how to treat me, a bottle of whiskey with an ice bucket, and I went with her to a corner while my mother-in-law and she walked away arm in arm, laughing.

When the girl found out I was her boss's ex, she must have been turned on because she immediately started groping me and being very friendly. She taught me a game, which days later I cursed myself for ever having learned. She went to get a jug and filled it with whiskey. She took out my cock and gave the guy a kiss and a hickey.

– Look, now you have to drink the whiskey from a porrón and you must say the names of the provinces of Spain, for example, Seville. Every time you say the name of a province while drinking, without lowering the porrón, I'll suck your cock. If you don't drink or say anything, I won't give you head. If you say the capitals too quickly, the blowjob I'll give you will be spectacular. You'll see. Are you playing?

– Let me get this straight. To get you to suck me off, I have to start drinking and naming the provincial capitals, for example: Barcelona, glub, glub, Tarragona, glub glub glub…

– Very well, champion!

Never in my life will I be fooled by a whore's games again, and like this... the motherfucker! I was naming provincial capitals and she was sucking my cock with real passion. The truth is, she was sucking it like a bitch, and the whiskey went down really well at first. I choked naming Pamplona, but by the time I said Zaragoza, I was choked. I'd already had a few capitals and the bottle was already half empty. When I lowered my head and the bottle, the bitch didn't stop sucking my cock. My head started spinning, and everything I looked at spun. I gagged, and a jet of vomit came out of my mouth and went straight onto Samanta's back.

The whore, with my cock clutched in her hand, let out a terrible scream as she felt herself vomited up.

– Bastard, you could have thrown up somewhere else. Son of a bitch!

– Damn! Everything is spinning.

– Come on, let’s go to my room, I have to clean up and so do you, look how you’ve made me, come on.

It was hard to stay upright; another whore had to come and help her carry me. I don't remember much, but she must have been saying stupid things because they couldn't stop laughing. From that moment, I only remember them stripping me and putting me on the bed. What I do remember is that the other whore, holding my cock in her hand, was talking to my asshole, though I don't know what she was saying. I fell asleep.

I woke up and became aware of my situation when I found myself on all fours on the bed, my hands tied to the railing. Samanta was shoving something up my ass from behind.

Fuck everything! The whore had a cock, a transvestite with a tail that kept going in and out of my ass at a frantic pace of give and take, until I felt the whole load of cum in my intestines.

– Oh my God! What are you doing? Let me go or I'll kill you. I'm not a faggot.

– But you were the one who told me to fuck you, after you had eaten my cock so much.

– I sucked your dick? And shit for you!

– Yeah, look how you've left my cock covered in shit, you should give yourself enemas, that way your anus will always be clean.

– I'm going to give you an enema and good, God bless you! Let me go or I'll kill you.

– Yeah, man, I'm going to let you out so you can kill me. You're in trouble. We had such a good time all night and you're so affectionate, and now you're coming at me with a bad temper. What did you think?

– Am I being affectionate? Have we been messing around all night? You must have slipped something in my drink and drugged me, and I didn't even notice. Let me go, or I'll kill you.

– Well, you've fucked me too, and not once but four times, leaving my ass like a bubble butt.

– You must be a faggot.

– Hey, I'm a lady! I'm more woman than man, and let me get this straight! You were recently telling me how good my balls and asshole tasted like strawberries, and that my cock and cum were the best strawberry ice cream you'd ever eaten. And now you're coming at me with this?

– Did I tell you all this? I'M A LIE. LET ME GO OR I'LL KILL YOU.

– Oh! I'd better go find the boss before I untie you. You're confused. The day is confusing you, I see.

The bitch went looking for my ex. I was kneeling on the bed, handcuffed and unable to move. Samanta, Lori, my ex, my mother-in-law, and two Moors the size of two closets appeared in the room. Those must be the ones who took Rocío from my house.

"Let's see, what's going on here? Samantha's afraid to tell you she wants to kill her," my ex said.

– Did the whole entourage have to come? Let me go, for fuck's sake.

– Calm down and don't get nervous, you're not in any condition. I see you still have a nice cock; that was the only thing I liked about you. I must admit, you know how to use it, too. What happened?

– This one must have put something in my drink and tied me up and fucked my ass.

– I haven't done anything he didn't like or ask me to do. We came to the room after he threw up on me. Lori helped me carry him in, and while I was showering to get rid of all the shit he splashed on me, they made out. When I got out of the shower, I found them in a sixty-nine, both of them sucking each other's cocks. I joined in. Lori left after I'd given him a good blowjob, and he and I continued fucking all night. I have to admit your husband has a lot of stamina. He's fucked me and came in my ass four times. And how he devours cock!

– LET ME GO OR I'LL KILL HER. This is a lie, I'm not gay.

– Calm down, honey, you don't have to be a faggot to hook up with a transvestite; they're different. Look, we have cameras in every room for protection. We'll watch the footage, and whoever isn't right will be punished. Okay?

– Okay, but let me go now.

They let me go. I would have thrown myself at Samanta and strangled her right there if the two Moors hadn't appeared, grabbing me by the arms. The whole group, including my mother-in-law, went to a room with a lot of TVs. They filmed everything; my ex told me it was for the girls' safety.

They turned on the TV where the footage of the room where Samanta fucked me was recorded. Damn! I was a little embarrassed, to be honest, watching Lori and I suck each other's cocks first, and then all the fucking Samanta and I did.

"Pictures don't lie. The girls didn't force you into anything, and from the looks of it, you had a great time, and for free." My ex said.

– They must have put something in my whiskey.

– The only thing Samanta gave you was hot, nothing in the drink, or do you think drugs are for giving away? That's the last straw! And even if your ass is nice, no one here spends money to fuck you. What you got was a drunk on the whiskey and you got loose.

– This fucking whiskey, it's probably Catalan.

– Oh Valencian. – My mother-in-law said

– Carmen, let's not start.

– No, no, calm down, I say this because…

– You shut up or I'll make a mess.

– Hey, you’re not going to cause any trouble. You’re just going to get punished for putting on this whole show. That’s the deal and that’s how it will be done. Tie him to the “X.”

I wanted to start beating the shit out of them, but the two Moors were too Moorish, and even though I tried to struggle with them, I couldn't get under them. They subdued me and tied me to an X-shaped wooden cross with my arms and legs spread. They placed my cock and balls in a hole, and they appeared on the other side of the wood.

– As punishment, you'll be sodomized by Samanta and Lori. While one fucks you, the other will suck you off, and if you get a hard-on, we'll know whether or not you like being fucked in the ass. If you get a hard-on, you'll receive five spankings as punishment, and if you cum, ten. You'll also acknowledge that Samanta and Lori didn't rape you, okay?

– That's cheating, if she sucks me off, it's only logical that she'll get up.

– Well, you're admitting that it's the same as having a girl suck you off as a transvestite.

– I'm not saying this, I'm not gay.

– You don’t have to be a faggot to fuck a transvestite.

– FUCK EVERYTHING!

– Don’t give a shit about anything or anything, come on, give him what he deserves.

They started rubbing some strawberry-scented oil into my asshole. I was already starting to hate fucking strawberries. When Samanta stuck one, two, three fingers inside my ass, I threatened to kill them all. The only one who seemed to disagree, surprisingly, was my mother-in-law, who begged her daughter to stop the punishment, but my ex didn't give a damn. I plucked up my courage and resolved to endure. I'd get revenge for all this humiliation later. Now, I resolved not to get a hard-on despite the blowjob.

I'm sure the devil was on her side and intervened, because Lori had yet to start sucking me off, and just the touch of Samanta's cock against my asshole made my dick hard. The whole bitch in the room was laughing her ass off seeing me in this situation, except for Carmen, who kept asking for me to be released.

That bitch Samanta screwed me right up to my balls. The truth is, it didn't hurt, and maybe it did, I felt a little pleasant tingling, especially when her balls bumped against mine with her thrusts. Of course, with all the fuss, my cock hard, and Lori sucking me, I had to hold back my cum; I was good at that, and no matter how much Samanta sucked and screwed me, I didn't come. I swore to my ex, my revenge would be terrible. I'd catch her another time; I drive the truck around Junquera a lot. One day I'd make her pay for this humiliation. The titless bitch came inside my ass, filling me to the core. Lori gave up on sucking me off anymore.

He pulled out his cock, and I immediately began receiving five lashes across my bottom. The fucking Moor went all out in his mission of punishment; his spankings were gentle. There'll be one less Moor, I thought; my revenge will be cruel. I think they feared my passivity because when they untied me, only my mother-in-law, my ex, and the two Moors remained in the room. I saw them surprised by my passivity.

– Well, you're satisfied with having humiliated me. I can only say that you've dug your own grave. See you later.

– Relax, it was easy.

– My revenge will be gentle too, but there is time, I will catch you by surprise.

– Chief, should we finish him off and avoid danger? – a Moor commented.

– No, leave him, he’ll leave now.

– I'm going with him, Rocío. I'm not going to leave him now in this state. I think so, that you've gone a bit too far with your ex. – My mother-in-law said.

– I shouldn't have falsely accused one of my girls, my obligation as their owner is to protect them.

"Don't you see he was drunk, he didn't even notice. Well, what we talked about is, you send me the money every month to the account I gave you, and I'll put your father in a facility, because he can't live without it."

– Okay, mom, go with your boyfriend, or girlfriend, ha, ha, ha… and watch who you mess with.

– Watch out for who puts it in you, we'll see if you laugh afterwards.

– Come on, Antonio, the truck must be waiting for us.

The farewell was bittersweet. With all the fuss, it was almost noon, and I was ravenously hungry.

– What, Carmen, are you coming with me to Germany?

– Yes, and my daughter told me that foreigners abroad pay prostitutes very well, that there isn't much choice or competition.

– Are you going to keep on bitching?

– Money is needed, but I won't give you half now. My daughter told me that what you give to the pimp is only a third at most, and I find it too much. I'm the one who's the one who's doing the dirty. Okay?

– Okay, if you want me to tell you the truth, I also find that fair.

– I like it that way, you'll see how you and I make a good couple, we'll be the envy of all the trucks, ha, ha, ha! I'm so hungry!

– Me too, there’s an all-you-can-eat buffet there that you pay for when you get in and you can eat as much as you like, let’s go there.

We went to the all-you-can-eat buffet and had to wait in line, but it was worth it. I was so fed up! Every time my mother-in-law got up to get some food, she came back with a tray full of shrimp. I laughed and found it funny how she swallowed, but so did I. After eating, stuffed as we were, we decided to take a nap inside the truck before hitting the road again. We decided to take a taxi, and while we waited for it, we had a coffee on the terrace of a café.

– Look Antonio, all these girls are whores, there's a lot of competition here, I wouldn't make a penny, yesterday without further ado, I got two clients and they were both grumpy about the price, I didn't like it, they only paid me one hundred and fifty euros for an hour, which is what they pay here, you see, I didn't want to take on any more, and look at me, I had several waiting.

– You're a damn good mother-in-law, I'll tell you, even better than your daughter. Look, that damned girl is hot, but you're hotter. Also, I'm grateful that you were the only one who came to my aid when these guys whipped me and beat me up.

– Forget it now, and I want you to know that whatever happened, I know perfectly well that you're not gay, and don't get mad at me if I laugh about it one day. I don't mean it maliciously. It's just that sometimes there are things that make me laugh, like with Amanda in Valencia.

– Mother-in-law, let’s not start, okay!

– Relax, look, here comes the taxi. Wow! It's the same taxi driver as yesterday.

The taxi arrived and the driver was the same guy who drove us to Los Jamones yesterday, and just like yesterday, he wanted to start a conversation.

– Good couple, did you achieve your goal yesterday?

– Yes, it went very well, I already saw my daughter and we already talked about what we needed to talk about.

– I’m glad. Are you on the road again now?

– Yes, towards Stuttgart, loaded with fruit.

– I'm a fan of the films your daughter makes, I buy them all, look, now I have one here that is the last one she recorded yesterday on the beach, the cameraman has passed it to me and they still have to edit it, and if you want it I'll sell it to you.

– How much does it cost? – Carmen said

– I'll give it to you at the same price they charged me, fifty euros.

– Pay.- My mother-in-law told me, and I don't care and give her fifty euros, just to watch my ex fuck on the beach with who knows who, a waste of money.

But anyway, what can we do? Evil and the desire to do harm always hover over what we call humanity, and since killing is prohibited, one must be tough on something. There's a long way from being good to being stupid, and jumping that line is easy; I've already jumped too far. I'd get these fifty euros back from the film's protagonist herself. My revenge is going to be atrocious, but calm down now, and get the merchandise to its destination. I'm already three days late. In the end, instead of tomatoes, I'll unload tomato plants.

When we got to the truck, Carmen and I looked at each other, our lips tingled, and tears of emotion shed. This is the feeling a good trucker has toward his truck, and I liked that Carmen was also moved. I went to pick up the paperwork, and when we heard the engine start, we both laughed and shouted, "Let's go!"

Listening to that engine running is a symphony, a delight. Carmen asked me if it would take long to get there, and I told her we'd be there by noon the day after tomorrow. She told me she'd get comfortable, and boy did she get comfortable. One of those basketball T-shirts with her tits sticking out of the armpit opening, and nothing else. What a hottie!

– Damn, mother-in-law! I don't think we'll be doing much of the mileage. How can I resist these tits and this amazing body? You've already got my dick in a twist.

– Ha ha ha. See, you're not a faggot! Take out your dick, I'm going to play with yours for a while and suck it a little.

And so went the first two hundred kilometers, gazing at the scenery and Carmen wagging me and playing with my cock. It was time to stop, the mandatory break all truckers are subject to. We stopped at a rest area in Avignon. When I told my mother-in-law where we were, she started singing "Sur le pont de Avignon une dance une dance" or something like that. She told me that when she was little, they sang it at school. The song was cheerful, as cheerful as my dick was. Before getting out, we lay down on the bed in the cab and had a good fuck.

– Mother-in-law, dress up in something else, otherwise they won't let us in, ha ha ha…

– Look, I'm going to wear that white linen dress that I also bought in Barcelona. It's so comfortable and I feel good in it.

Boy, was she right! With that almost transparent dress, she wasn't just fine, she was beyond gorgeous. We entered the restroom and every guy stared at her, and I was as happy as a pig in a puddle, showing off my hotness. We sat at a table, and I ordered a coffee, and she ordered a chamomile tea.

– Now we'll drive to Lyon, where we'll stop for the night in an area near the Rhône River and the village called Miribel, at the foot of the Alps. It's very beautiful there, you'll like it.

"I like traveling, and the truck is wonderful. You can see everything much better than in a car. If I ever win the lottery, I'll buy a camper van and travel the world. My God! How my youth has gone! And for what? To raise children and serve a man who didn't even love me, was always bossing me around and jealous, wouldn't let me wear a skirt above the knee. He sees me like this and he'll die, which would be the best thing I could do. Now with you, I feel free."

– But don't make me mad by thinking I'm gay, because I'm not, although I admit that I've been screwed, but always by stealth and because of this Catalan and Valencian whiskey, which every time I've had it, they've shoved it up my anus.

– Look, it rhymes and everything Valencian, anus.

– I'm telling you, mother-in-law, these separatists are adulterating everything. They're sure to put something in the whiskey to make you a faggot.

– Ha ha ha, don't be an idiot. That independence supporter at the casino was very nice to me and very polite, and what a fuck that bastard gave me, what a dick.

– Okay, mother-in-law, you already told me that, I remember.

– Don't get jealous on me. Hey! If there's one thing I like about you, besides your cock, it's that you're not jealous. You're looking good today; you're, as they say, really handsome.

– You sure do look good, mother-in-law! And your daughter is right, that haircut and those colors they gave her in Barcelona have made her look even hotter.

– It must be true, there's a boy over there who has already winked at me twice and is signaling me to go to the bathroom.

– You want to whore? We can afford an hour.

– Sure, anyway. How much do I ask for?

– Let's set the same prices for now, we'll see. We'll see later.

– Okay, I’ll see if he wants anything.

– Do you have condoms?

– I don’t fuck in the bathroom, maybe I’ll go to the truck, there’s still some there.

– Okay

Shortly after he left, my mother-in-law came back and told me the guy wanted half an hour in the truck. He said he'd made a mistake with the price and asked for two hundred for half an hour, and the guy said yes. I told him okay, I'd open them now. He told me I'd told him I was his son-in-law. This works; the French are just as turned on.

I went to the truck to open them. The customer was a kid younger than me, apparently a soldier. The guy gave me the two hundred euros and they climbed into the cab. I stood outside pacing as time passed. Exactly half an hour later, the truck door opened, and the guy gave me another one hundred euros and smiled at me.

Fuck my mother-in-law! Her pussy is worth more than all the pussies in her daughter's brothel combined. While my mother-in-law was fucking, my head was racing with a thousand and one ways to get revenge for the humiliation of the ass-fucking and the spanking. With Samanta, I pictured myself hitting the Moors and my ex hard, but I was stumbling over strategies to catch them, tie them up, spank them, and fuck them. A scene flashed through my head where I stuck my ex's arm up the Moor's ass. You son of a bitch! She'll pay for it. I must find a plan to execute it perfectly, and my revenge will be cruel. I'll try not to let Carmen find out; the poor thing was the only one who helped me, and I don't want her to suffer watching what I'll do to her daughter, my ex.

The truck door opened, and the young man got out, grabbed my mother-in-law by the waist, and helped her out of the truck. They were both smiling and seemed happy. The young man kissed my mother-in-law, extended his hand, thanked me, and congratulated me on my awesome body.

– The boy seems to be walking happily.

– He's a lovely boy

– Come on, let's go now, on the road

- Come on.

Already inside the truck, ready to drive more than two hours.

– And what mother-in-law, half an hour is not enough, ha, ha, ha…

– Of course, the kid is young, he's in the military, he's in a camp on the Rhône, where you told me we should go and he told me he hadn't had sex in months, and of course at twenty-one years old, what do you want, full of energy.

– It already seemed to me that he was a soldier, from his bearing and gait.

– He’d never had his ass eaten out before and the boy was amazed, and with my breasts, he couldn’t stop sucking them and stroking his cock with them, I gave him two handjobs with them.

– Fuck! Wow!

– Yes, but he also fucked me, it was so sweet! And the boy doesn't have a bad cock. I wish all clients were like that!

– On top of that, he overcharged you.

– Look, I see that's the price we should be asking for around here, so we both make more, that's what it's all about.

– Well done mother-in-law, you’re the best, ha, ha, ha…

TO BE CONTINUED.