I was frozen, I knew I looked good even after my recent fuck session, but I also knew that guys who stayed here had to be very blue collar and probably very macho. Only two doors away from my Dad's motel room and I had been caught.
Less than five feet away stood this tiny greasy trucker. Clad in a skintight black wife beater with equally tight ripped 501 Levi's and construction boots, my guess was he stood about 5 foot 5 inches and weighed 125. It looked like he had a waist of maybe 26. A tiny grease ball, he had a light dusting of chest fur and rough cheap tattoos on his arms and chest.
I smiled as I tried to pass him on the walkway, he grabbed my hand and said, "Whoa,not so fast little lady, what's the rush?"
"I'm just going to meet my man in Unit Nine, Sir," I said politely trying to get my hand from his sweaty little grasp.
"Well, I was just getting me some ice to keep my beer cold but I think that can wait now can't it?"
"I'm sorry I really have to go," I tried to argue but was pushed into his room and with that he slammed the door and locked it.
With another push I was on the unmade bed and he was standing over me, "little lady, if this is your weddin night, I think we need to get ya ready before your old man gets his hands on ya."
I tried to resist and get off the bed, " I'm sorry I can't do this, he's waiting and will come looking for me."
"Ya, then let him come lookin, any man in his right mind wouldn't let a girl like you run around on her own, and besides babe dressed like that it musta been some fuckin weddin," he roared.
Grabbing my hair he pulled my head towards him. He was so short my head was even with his chest and I could smell the day's sweat from his skin.
"Undo my belt and pants girl," he ordered. I figured a quick blow job and I could get back to my Dad waiting in the adjoining motel room.
I undid his tiny jeans. He was wearing small black bikinis, which housed an enormous bulge. My eyes expanded and he laughed again, " That's right girl all of that is gonna be yours, now get it out."
I reached in the tight bikinis and pulled his cock out. Like his arms and chest it had a rough crude tattoo on it, a snake. It was uncut and the precum was thick and oozing from his head.
He didn't even have to tell me. I swallowed his cock whole tasting the thick pungent cum leaking from his skin covered cock head. He was right; Daddy could wait a few minutes.
"Now that's better, see I knew ya weren't in no rush girl," he said, " ya like that cock don't ya, never met a whore who didn't," he said pulling me head onto his meat even further and moaning.
I started to suck and swallow. His cum tasted like no other cock I had ever swallowed. It was so strong and bitter and very thick.
His cock and balls also smelled of the day's sweat. I tore my mouth off his cock to taste his balls. Covered in the same light fur, they too had a strong man odor. I worked my tongue all over them then started under his balls and back toward his manhole. I slipped off the bed and untied his boots taking them off and helping him slip off his tight fitting jeans. I ripped his bikinis off and he tore his wife beater shirt off.
I had never been with a man like this before. This tiny greasy trucker was the exact opposite of the burly butch built men I craved. Yet, seeing him stand there, this tight crudely inked trucker with this raunchy cock and man smell made my boy cunt grow in my tiny lacey bridal thong.
I moved behind him and started licking where I had left off just behind his balls. My tongue bathed every bit of sweat off his skin and worked anxiously toward his lightly haired manhole. When I reached it the taste was everything I had expected. Strong, bitter and all man.
My white lace covered hands spread his hard tiny ass open to get a good look so I could aim my tongue directly towards his waiting hole. I dove in driving my tongue inside his little asshole tasting the inside of his shitwall.
"You fukin little whore, get inside my hole and eat me," he barked at me. I forced my tongue in deep so my red-coated lips met his hole. I was tasting this hot little studs ass while my own father waited in our cheap motel room.
"OK you fukin whore, now it's my turn to eat some pussy," he said grabbing by arms and lifting me back onto the bed.
"No, no let me finish blowing you," I argued realizing my secret was too close to being revealed.
With that his hand came across my face stinging my skin and causing me to see black flashes before realizing he meant business.
I tried to struggle and get up and again his hand came across my face.
" Don't fukin try to play games with me bitch or you'll be fukin sorry."
He ordered me out of my dress and there I was in front of him in a tiny matching white lace bra, garter, stockings, thong, veil and stilettos.
"Now that's better on your wedding night isn't it?" he asked.
I simply nodded, shaking, not knowing what would come next.
"Bend over," he ordered.
When I did he ripped my panties down and his hands started rubbing my smooth blond boy ass.
