Her Ex's Dad

I couldn’t believe how he just handled me with his strength. Oohh, it felt soo good…I could feel every ridged inch of him. Even with what’s his face, I never felt like this. Not that a guy had ever held my body up to his and did this. This man filled me completely and his hard length slid sinfully along the inside of me. It stroked me like a silky, yet hard pleasure device. Amazed, I realized I was gonna come again and soon. I breathed heavily while his kisses just made me feel high or something.

At just that instant, the truck lurched violently and we bounced onto the couch.

He groaned loudly from above me as he held me tight. “Macy, sweet Macy…”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, I could swear I actually felt him climaxing inside of me.

We were both coming and the motion of the truck seemed to heighten the feeling.

I was gasping for air as the truck violently swerved sideways again. “Tucker? I think the truck is—”

Tucker smothered my mouth again with his, kissing me swiftly and thoroughly as his pulsing cock sank deeply into my tightening pussy.

I felt the heat of his cum meeting my oncoming orgasm. It was a feeling I never knew I could have…An intense cadence of warmth exploding inside of me. All, while we were being rolled around by gravity inside the unstable trailer. Then, with one final lurch of the truck, the couch slid across the floor and rammed up against the wall. The tip of his cock must’ve hit my deepest g-spot and I shouted out, “Ahhh!”

The squeal of brakes became loud as the truck finally came to a screeching stop. We both laid there blissfully joined and desperately panting for air.

“Hot, fucking damn!” Tucker exclaimed with a whoosh of breath. “That—that was like—”

I laughed with exhilaration. “It was! It really, really was.”

Tucker sighed with gratification, lowered his lips and kissed me gently as if in reverence.

A metallic scraping sound echoed out as the trailer door opened up. “Mr. Midland?” a man called out.

Tucker rolled his eyes with seeming recognition of the voice and reluctantly removed his mouth from mine. “Yes, Agent Moss?” he called back.

“We caught the whole group.”

Tucker sighed and peered down at me.

The agent kept talking, “We did catch the man who fronted for this buyer. We need to know if you can identify him. He seems to be the one who directed them to the chip in the first place.”

Tucker sighed as he reluctantly moved away from me and grabbed his robe. Looking down at me he whispered, “Stay here, I will be right back.” He then hopped over the couch as it still remained lodged up against the metal wall of the truck.

I peeked over and could see the men there. Luckily, I remained hidden as I was stark naked.

A huge man had another man by the collar and pushed him forward.

I squinted to try to see him better.

Tucker stood with his back to me as he clenched his fists.

“Hey, Dad,” a man spoke.

At the voice, I gasped and raised up higher. It couldn’t be!

David?

How?

“Why?” Tucker seethed. “Why did you do this?”

“Why not?” he snapped. “I wanted to prove I could make money on my own.”

“On your own?” Tucker shook his head. “You were just in jail for embezzlement, Scott.”

“Yeah and you wouldn’t bail me out, but these guys did. All they wanted was the chip.”

“Wait…” Agent Moss stepped up on the small lift. “This guy is your son?”

Tucker nodded as he heaved a sigh.

I dropped back down behind the couch. Oh, wow. I couldn’t believe this.

“So he’s Tucker Midland the fourth?” Agent Moss asked.

“No. I refused to do that to him. Giving him the same name as…” Tucker paused. “His name is Scott. His mother chose it.”

So that’s his real name? I shook my head as I listened. How could David—Scott be Tucker’s son? He didn’t even look old enough to have son that age.

“So what’s going to happen to him?” Tucker asked.

“Why do you care?” Scott yelled at Tucker.

“Get him out of here!” Agent Moss ordered.

Oh, my god. I just had sex with my ex’s dad?

“Tucker?” Another male voice called out from the door now.

“Yeah, Parker. I’m okay.” He paused. “Parker…is it true that you can drive anything?”

A few seconds passed, then he answered, “Yes, sir.”

“Please get into the truck cab and drive!”

“What?” Agent Moss shouted back. “You can’t just—”

“Allow Parker to drive this truck till I ask him to stop, or that stupid component gets crushed!”

Silence rang through the trailer, then the agent finally spoke, “Okay—okay! Whatever you say.”

“Oh, and give me a cellphone. I will need to contact my driver when I want us to stop.”

After a few seconds, a cell phone slid in along the truck floor. “Anything else?” the agent called out.

“Nope.” He looked over at me. “I have everything I need.”