What I Did on the Open Road to Get Home

My name is Valentina. I’m 27 years old, light-brown-skinned, with dark brown hair that reaches my waist. I’m 1.65 meters tall, with wide hips and a round, perky ass that has never gone unnoticed in any room. I like doing my makeup, wearing tight clothes, and feeling eyes fixed on my tits and my ass. But there’s something I like more than all of that: the open road, semis, the smell of diesel and hard-working men, the hard cock of a stranger who fucks me in the middle of the desert without asking me a thing. What I’m about to tell you happened one Saturday in August. I decided to travel from Hermosillo to Ciudad Obregón without a peso for the bus, offering my pussy to every driver willing to stop.

It was shortly before five in the morning. I woke up already wet, unable to keep sleeping. I took a slow shower, letting the hot water run from my neck to my feet, and rubbed my nipples until they were hard as stones. I slipped two fingers between my lips and felt how soaked I was just thinking about what was coming. I shaved everything: my legs, my armpits, my entire pussy, leaving it smooth and silky, with my clean pink lips peeking out. I put on a tiny red thong that disappeared completely between my ass cheeks, a white spaghetti-strap top with no bra that showed half my tits and the outline of my nipples beneath it, and denim shorts so tiny that the fabric vanished between my ass cheeks when I walked, exposing the crease beneath my ass. Over that, so I could leave the house without arousing suspicion, I wore a long sweatshirt and loose sweatpants. In my pink suitcase I packed my twelve-centimeter red heels, wet wipes, and lubricant.

At 5:10 a.m. I boarded the city bus toward the northern exit, the one that connects to the open highway toward Guaymas and Ciudad Obregón. More than 260 kilometers. However long it took me to cover them.

***

The first large gas station became my dressing room. I went into the women’s bathroom, changed in front of the scratched mirror, put on my heels, and stepped out into the barely dawning sunlight. I stood at the edge of the highway with my suitcase in one hand and my thumb raised, my shorts riding up on their own with every step and leaving half my ass exposed.

The first semi to brake was a dark-blue Kenworth loaded with construction materials. The driver was a man around 45, dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, with hands cracked from so much sun and hard work. He lowered the window and looked me up and down without the slightest attempt at hiding it, lingering on my cleavage and legs.

—Where are you headed looking that pretty?

—Ciudad Obregón. As far as you’ll take me, daddy —I said, leaning toward the window so he could get a good look at my tits hanging out of the top.

He burst out laughing and opened the door from inside.

—Get in. I’ll drop you in Guaymas.

The cab smelled of pine air freshener and tobacco. I sat down, crossed my legs, and let my shorts ride up as far as they could. It took him less than five minutes to put his calloused hand on my thigh.

—Do you always travel like this by yourself?

—Only when I want something in exchange for the ride —I said, taking his hand and slipping it directly beneath my shorts. He felt my soaked thong and grunted.

—Goddamn, you’re already nice and wet.

—I’ve been like this since dawn.

He turned the semi onto a dirt road between the Sonoran Desert brush. Dust rose behind the tires like smoke. He stopped the engine behind a barren hill where not a soul passed by.

He pulled me toward the sleeper berth, a thin mattress covered by a folded sheet. The cab smelled of sleeping man and old diesel. Before I could say anything, he tore off my top and squeezed my tits with both hands, biting my nipples until I cried out. I lowered his pants and pulled out his cock: it was brown, thick, with swollen veins and a head already slick with precum. I put it in my mouth without thinking, sucking it all the way down my throat, and he grabbed my hair with his cracked hand and began moving my head to his rhythm.

—That’s it, slut, swallow the whole thing —he grunted.

Saliva streamed down my chin and fell onto his balls. When he was about to come, he pulled his cock from my mouth, shoved me facedown against the mattress, and ripped off my shorts and thong in one pull. He spread my ass cheeks with both hands, saw my wet pussy and tight asshole, and without warning drove his entire cock into me in one thrust. I screamed so loudly that the curtains of the sleeper berth trembled.

—Oh, daddy, put your whole cock in me!

He fucked me from behind with my face pressed into the sheet and my ass raised in the air, thrusting so hard that the whole cab rocked. Every spank cracked against his hand like a whip and left my skin red. He put his fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet, then pulled them out again to grab my hair and arch my back. He was rough but attentive to my reactions: when I moaned loudly, he pushed deeper; when I twisted and tried to escape the blows, he held my hips more firmly and drove himself in to the balls. He pulled out, turned me onto my back, spread my legs up to my shoulders, and pushed back inside while looking into my eyes, thrusting slowly and deeply, rubbing his pubic bone against my swollen clit. I came twice like that, my legs trembling and my pussy running down my thighs. It lasted almost twenty minutes, and at the end he pulled out, climbed astride my chest, and came in my mouth and on my tits with a long groan that echoed through the cab, shooting thick streams of heavy semen that filled my tongue and fell between my nipples. I swallowed it all with my mouth open so he could watch. Then he carefully cleaned me with a clean T-shirt he kept in the glove compartment, as if he had planned everything in advance.

—You’re the first woman who’s climbed into my cab in twelve years on the road —he told me as he started back toward the asphalt.

I didn’t know whether it was true. I liked hearing it anyway.

He dropped me at the Guaymas gas station at 8:20 a.m. The sun was already beating down, and my body was hot from something besides the desert: my pussy was still throbbing, and I could feel the first man’s semen running between my legs as I walked.

***

The second ride arrived before I had finished adjusting myself. An old but still-running red Torton cargo truck, cumbia blasting through the open window. The driver was a cheerful chubby man around fifty, with a thick black mustache and small, bright eyes belonging to someone who enjoyed life without complications. He braked abruptly and leaned out.

—Come on, brunette! Where to?

—Obregón. Or as far as you can hold out —I answered, my voice still hoarse from the first man.

—I can hold out a long time, sweetheart! Come on, get in.

His name was Rodrigo, though everyone knew him as Bule. He was hauling beer crates and smelled a little like it himself. He drove with his left hand hanging out the window and his right roaming over my leg from my knee to where my shorts no longer covered anything. He slipped his thick fingers beneath my thong and found my pussy still dripping from the first man.

—Damn, girl, you’ve already been used.

—And I’m in the mood for more —I replied, squeezing his bulge through his pants.

Fifteen minutes into the drive, he turned onto a road between pitahaya orchards, stopped the engine, and stared at me with that broad smile he couldn’t hide.

—How do you want it, my love?

—However you want. I can take everything.

He lowered his pants right there in the driver’s seat and pulled out a fat cock, short but broad like its owner, with heavy balls hanging between his legs. I knelt on the passenger seat and lowered my head to his lap. I sucked him slowly, licking his balls one at a time until I left them shiny, then taking his cock all the way in until it caught in my throat and tears sprang to my eyes. He stroked my hair and told me, “That’s it, little one, very good, that’s how it’s done.”

When he was fully hard, I climbed astride him, still wearing my heels, and impaled myself on him, taking him all the way in with one hard drop. I screamed as I lowered my ass and felt him opening me from the inside. He was the loudest of them all. He shouted, laughed, and whispered things in my ear that ranged from the most obscene to the most tender words anyone has ever murmured to me on the highway.

—Ride that cock, pretty girl! Jump, jump, I can see everything bouncing!

He kept me on top of him with my legs spread and my tits bouncing against his face for nearly half an hour. His thick hands clung to my hips, lifting and lowering me to his rhythm, thrusting up into me each time I came down. I held onto the seatback to keep my balance with every thrust that made the whole cab bounce. He sucked my nipples one after the other, nibbling them, and kissed me with a tongue that tasted of beer and tobacco. He pulled me down from the seat, put me on my knees in the sleeper berth, braced against the fogged window, and drove into me from behind, fucking me like a bitch, spanking me until his huge hands left marks on my ass. When I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, turned me around, and came in streams over my face and tits, smearing his cock over my lips so I could lick it clean. I swallowed what landed in my mouth and cleaned the rest with two fingers, sucking them in front of him.

—You’re a little devil —he laughed, breathless. —Come on, I’ll buy you something to eat.

He stopped at a seafood stand beside the highway and bought me ceviche with tostadas. We ate standing under the merciless sun, his arm around my shoulders as if we had been a couple forever. The people at the stand stared at us, unsure what to make of a woman in red heels on the open highway at ten-thirty in the morning, with tousled hair and a mouth still swollen.

He dropped me at the Empalme exit at 10:45 a.m.

***

The third and fourth arrived together.

A white double-trailer semi loaded with electronics wrapped in plastic. Two men were driving it: one thin and tattooed, around 35, and another younger one, 28 perhaps, with a calm face and eyes belonging to someone who had already seen everything on the road. They stopped when they saw my raised thumb, and both leaned out of the window at the same time.

—We’re going all the way to Obregón. But there are two of us —said the thin one, as if it were a warning.

—Even better —I replied, already climbing in.

That semi’s cab had a spacious sleeper berth. It didn’t take long for them to suggest it. They stopped at a roadside motel near Vícam: a room with a large bed, the smell of bleach, and thin walls. They locked the door, and within two minutes they had me standing naked between them. The thin one kissed me on the mouth, shoving his tongue down my throat, while the younger one knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks to lick my asshole with his whole tongue, sucking my pussy from behind as well. My knees buckled.

They laid me on my back at the edge of the bed. The thin one shoved his long, skinny cock deep into my mouth, fucking my throat at his own rhythm, while the younger man spread my legs and drove his thick cock into my pussy in a single thrust. I felt them filling me at both ends at once, and they signaled to each other and began coordinating: when one pushed, the other pushed. I could barely breathe. My tongue was choking on the thin man’s cock, his balls striking my chin, while below me the younger one thrust so hard that the whole bed moved and banged against the wall.

—Switch —the thin man told the younger one.

Without stopping their penetration, they rotated, barely pulling out. Now the younger man filled my mouth with his short, thick cock, while the thin man entered my pussy from the front, gripping my ankles and spreading my legs until it hurt. When one entered from behind, the other filled my mouth, and then they switched without warning. They put me on all fours in the center of the mattress. The younger man lay on his back, and I climbed on top of him, my pussy impaled on his cock, while behind me the thin man spat on my ass, inserted two fingers coated with saliva and lubricant, and drove himself into my other hole as well. I screamed with my mouth open against the younger man’s chest, feeling them both inside me at once, the double penetration opening me completely, taking turns so I never stopped feeling one of them.

—Hold on, slut, just a little longer.

The plastic mattress covers creaked with every movement. They said things to me that I won’t repeat here, although I remember them perfectly. They fucked me like that for nearly a full hour. When they couldn’t hold back any longer, they pulled out at the same time, knelt me between them on the floor, and came over my face simultaneously, shooting thick semen into my mouth, onto my cheeks, forehead, and hair, while I stuck out my tongue to catch everything I could. I remained on my knees, milk dripping from my chin, my tits red from being squeezed so much, my pussy and asshole throbbing open.

I left that room with a body completely different from the one that had entered: more open, lighter, with the sensation of having been completely used and completely satisfied at the same time. The thin one gave me his number when they dropped me at the gas station at the northern exit of Obregón.

—If you ever do this again, call me.

—Of course —I said. And we both knew I never would.

It was 12:50 p.m. I had four cocks inside me and still had farther to go.

***

The fifth man was unlike any of the others.

He was an older gentleman, around sixty, thin, with a perfectly trimmed gray mustache and a blue dress shirt that looked freshly ironed. He drove a small, clean dump truck, with a wooden rosary hanging from the rearview mirror and the radio tuned to a station playing soft norteño music. He lowered the window and looked at me. Not hungrily, but with something closer to the genuine curiosity of someone seeing something he didn’t quite understand.

—Do you still have a long way to go, sweetheart?

—I’m almost there. Could you give me a ride downtown?

—Get in.

I sat down. The cab smelled of real soap, not cheap air freshener. He drove in silence for the first few minutes, and I was surprised not to know what to say. I had grown used to everything happening quickly, to men being direct. This man wasn’t like that.

—You look tired around the eyes —he said at last, without taking his gaze from the road.

—It’s been a very long day.

—Do you know what you’re doing?

The question caught me off guard. It wasn’t a scolding or a judgment. It was genuine, asked by someone who truly wanted to understand.

—Yes —I replied. —I chose this.

He nodded silently. Then, without my doing anything, he placed his hand over mine. Gently. Without hurry.

He turned into a dark alley near the municipal market, switched off the engine, and turned toward me. He looked at me as if he had all the time in the world, as if there were no more highway beyond that moment.

It was the slowest fuck of the entire day. He unbuttoned my top one button at a time, pausing to look at my tits before touching them, and kissed them one by one with dry, warm lips, calmly sucking my nipples as if discovering them for the first time. He pulled my shorts and thong down my thighs, then knelt in the narrow space between the seats, spread my legs, and buried his mouth in my pussy. He ate me for a long time, his tongue moving in and out, sucking my clit with his lips, inserting two thin fingers and curling them inside until he made me come slowly, biting my own hand to keep from screaming. He was in no hurry about anything.

Then he pulled out his cock, thinner than the others but hard and veined, and slowly pushed it inside me, inch by inch, looking me in the face the entire time. He fucked me sitting down, with me facing him and riding him on the driver’s seat, his old hands holding my waist and guiding me at an unhurried pace. He didn’t thrust: he sank into me. He didn’t pound: he filled me. His old hands moved with a calm no young man knows how to possess, traveling over my back, squeezing my ass, moving up my neck into my hair. He kissed my mouth between thrusts, biting my lower lip, sucking my tongue. I came without screaming, trembling all over, my forehead resting on his shoulder. When he came, he held me tightly against his chest and came inside me with a soft little gasp, not pulling his cock out until it had gone completely limp. He held me against his chest for several long seconds and kissed my forehead with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

—Thank you, my queen —he murmured.

I’ll never forget him.

He dropped me three blocks from downtown at 7:50 p.m. I stood on the corner watching the dump truck disappear into the evening traffic.

***

I got home at 8:40 p.m.

I took a long, very hot shower. I watched the water wash everything away: the desert dust, the August sweat, the handprints on my hips, the dried semen stuck to my skin, the accumulated exhaustion of twelve hours on the open highway. I washed my hair twice, wrapped myself in a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed.

My body hurt in the best possible way. My pussy swollen, my nipples sensitive, my ass throbbing, my thighs trembling.

I put on the black lace nightgown I save for special nights and waited. At 9:15 p.m., the gate sounded. I heard familiar footsteps in the hallway, keys falling onto the kitchen table.

When he opened the bedroom door, he found me sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs crossed, my nightgown short. He looked at me in silence for several seconds. I know him well. He knows when I’ve had a day like that. He reads it in my posture, in the way I look at him, in the particular gleam left in my eyes even though I’m exhausted.

—How many? —he asked.

—Five.

He nodded. He took off his shirt and hung it on the chair. He came closer slowly, took me by the chin, and kissed me with a calm that contrasted with everything I had lived through during the day. He opened my nightgown, looked at my shaved pussy, still swollen from use, and smiled.

—Open up, my love. Let me get a good look.

He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and slowly licked my pussy, savoring what remained of the day. Then he undressed and pushed into me while looking into my eyes, fucking me the only way he knows how: claiming me as his after I had belonged to everyone. He fucked me slowly and deeply until I came again with my nails dug into his back, and he came inside me, whispering in my ear that I was his, his alone.

And then, for the first time in twelve hours, I felt that I had truly come home.

That was the longest and most perfect day I remember on the highway. More than 260 kilometers, five cocks, and in the end the arms and cock of the only man who truly knows me.

The open highway never disappoints.