by Q. Zayne
Contents
Teaser
Heat
Dedication
Copyright
TRUCKERS
The Truck Stop
Riding With Buck
Initiation
BAD BOYS BAND
Slingshot Panties
SHRINKS
The Interview
My First Treatment
MECHANICS
Going In for Repairs
About the Author
Teaser
Buck squeezed me, making me melt. They were all so big. A chill went down my spine. It struck me that they might all, oh damn, they might all want to get in me at once.
HEAT
Curvy Girl First Times
Three on One +
MMMF BDSM
4 Stories
by Q. Zayne
Truckers MMMF
Bad Boys Band MMMMF
Shrinks MMMF
Mechanics MMMF
Dedication
To A, for saving my life,
to D, who inspires me with her spirit and discipline,
and to my readers. Thank you for your reviews.
Copyright
Note: These novelettes were published as singles. Bad Boy Band and Biker Gang have appeared in collections.
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Copyright ©2017 Hughes Empire. All Rights Reserved.
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Electronic book publication: April 2017
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual businesses, entities, creatures or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All people and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Risky fantasy activities are presented for entertainment only. Do not attempt the fantasy activities including unplanned unprotected sex. Stay safe and sexy. All characters are over 18. This work is for mature readers 18+.
TRUCKERS
Unprotected Gia’s First Time
by Q. Zayne
The Truck Stop
Author’s Note:
Dear Reader,
Please read this book description. The main cause of reader dissatisfaction and distress is downloading books without checking the product details. I enjoy entertaining readers, not upsetting them. The intense adult material in this book is not for everyone.
She’s alone with three men, outnumbered, and they’re hot as hell.
Imagine what happens when alpha hunks hot for curves get their way.
H E A T
Come get some.
Heat is a bundle of four standalone novelettes featuring first times—and each curvy heroine gets three or more men for her initiation. Truckers, mechanics, shrinks, and my favorite band: They men know how to take what they want. ;)
Detailed, hot, and all the alphas focus on the heroine—they have to have her.
Rated 18+ for strong sexual content, language and mature themes.
BDSM and hard, unprotected action: Yes. Abuse and name calling: No.
Scenes featuring men in authority, seduction, and intense multiple men on one woman may be triggering for some readers.
No matter how intense their first times become, my heroines get soft landings.
Enjoy!
Q
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Adventurous readers, let’s roll.
Q.
IT WAS MY first trip cross country, a blow-out before I started college. The sense of freedom and independence got me high. Everyone thought I was with my best friend in the Sierras, out of cell phone range, so I had time to do what I wanted and not have to check in like I was under my parents’ thumbs.
I’d made it one state away from home, but hadn’t counted on missing the bus.
“When is the next one?” I asked the clerk.
“Eight in the morning.” He smiled and stared at my gaping blouse where my backpack straps held it open, revealing my creamy cleavage. His gaze traveled down to my shorts, with an intensity that suggested he finally found x-ray spectacles that worked.
I nodded and headed for the door. No point hanging out. The grimy bus station smelled like piss, and I just wanted to get away from it and the leering guy.
I adjusted my pack and peered down the road. There wasn’t even an all-night diner in sight.
A motel sign flicked down the block, but this close to the freeway in a scrappy part of town, I bet it was one of those hookers and cheaters places that rented rooms by the hour.
I tightened my pack’s hip strap. I wasn’t tired, anyway. More than anything, I just wanted to stay on the road, stick to the elation of being free and on my way to see the other coast. I spent my whole life in California, except for short trips to Arizona, Mexico, Oregon and Colorado. Seeing the rest of the country, and especially making it to New York to experience the other coast—and maybe be discovered—that’s what this trip was all about. I had copies of my best photos on my hard drive and a portfolio of prints protected by cardboard.
An all-night gas station with a market was the only option in sight. At least I could get something to eat. I went through the last of my trail mix hours ago.
I adjusted my blouse gap and trudged down the block to the gas station. Things were looking up. The market had a counter and some stools, so I could eat there and regroup.
The line of trucks out front triggered my imagination. Maybe one of them would give me a ride. I’d have to be careful, but I knew some truckers at home, and I saw up close why they were called knights of the road. Many of them helped stranded motorists. Sure, they weren’t all like that. Bad things could happen to a girl who made the wrong choice, but I could at least keep my eyes and ears open. I might get out of this town tonight yet.
I entered the market. The balding guy behind the counter looked up and smiled. A rugged, broad-shouldered guy at the end of the counter grinned.
It struck me that I was an attractive young woman alone in a strange town in the middle of the night. My backpack advertised that I was on the move. It also made my breasts stick out and mad my blouse gap. I glanced down, but I couldn’t adjust it without drawing the men’s eyes right to where I didn’t want them to look.
It was still warm, so I hadn’t changed out of my shorts. The way the men eyed my legs right up to my crotch, that seemed a mistake.
“Evening. Help you find anything?” the cashier asked.
“Oh, no thanks. I’ll just look around.” I turned away toward the deli case and felt their eyes follow me.
Pretending a nonchalance I didn’t feel, I picked out a smoothie and grabbed a bag of nuts.
I paid for it and considered whether I should leave, but the well-lit market seemed a better choice than being out on the dark street.
The clerk’s hand grazed mine when he gave me my change.
“If you need a lift, you couldn’t do better than Buck here. His rig’s parked up front and he’s heading to Arizona about as soon as he finishes that bu
rger.”
I jumped. It was like he read my mind. Of course, I was standing there in the market closest to the bus station with my backpack on. He had to know what time the buses stopped running. Kind of obvious I could use a ride. Seemed a good sign he knew the trucker by name. No one would kidnap a girl when he’d been seen with her in a public place where people knew him.
“Oh, um. I don’t know.” I glanced up. Yes, we were on camera, too. That had to mean I was safe. Well, maybe not. Lots of stupid-criminal shows thrived on guys doing stupid things right in front of a camera. Was I really going to gamble my safety on a stranger?
“No need to decide this minute, Miss,” the trucker called out. “Like Ernie said, I’m going to eat this hamburger before I go anywhere.” He smiled. The trucker had a nice smile like the guys who led 4-H groups at home. Mercifully, he stopped looking at me and applied himself to his hamburger.
“Thanks,” I mumbled to the clerk. “I appreciate that,” I added to the trucker, remembering my manners.
I took a seat at the far end of the counter. The smoothie helped me feel better. By the time I finished the nuts I felt brave. This was the opportunity I hoped for. What kind of traveler would I be if I didn’t just go for it? An alive one, my inner paranoia suggested. I ignored it. All I had to do was accept his kind offer and I could keep on moving, exactly what I wanted.
I glanced at the trucker, Buck. He was kind of a hunk. Older than me by quite a lot. In his 30s or so, probably. Hard to tell. Those squint lines could be from all the hours on the road. I never was good at guessing ages. Somewhere between 28 to 40, maybe. I did my best to distract myself from noticing that he was smoking hot with his thick beard, burly tattooed arms and slow smile. Damn. I swallowed. I had to decide.
Like a mind reader, he eased off the stool and stretched his back, giving me a great view of his broad chest and rippling abdominal muscles pressed against his tight white T shirt. There were more tattoos under there, teasing me with hints of shapes and colors under his T. I wanted to see them.
“Time to saddle up. You’re welcome to come along, but no pressure. There’s time to use the facilities if you want. No gas charge. I’ve been on the road for days and could use some company.” He gave me a melting smile and headed out to his rig. It was the gleaming black one with red flames. It looked like it had just been washed and polished. Man took care of his truck. Hell yeah, I wanted to ride with him. I scrambled off my seat and grabbed my pack. I hauled it to the door by its handle. I opened the door.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” I had to let him know. It would be horrible to make this decision and then miss the ride. Putting myself together in a public bathroom always took me so long, just trying to avoid everything icky and look as good as I could. Knowing I was going to be close to such an attractive man inspired me to clean up.
He grinned and waved, hauled himself up into the driver’s seat.
I locked the ladies’ room and hoped the clerk didn’t have a hidden cam. I stripped fast and gave myself a whore bath with wet paper towels and liquid soap. I dried off fast with more paper towels. A quick change into fresh panties, a T shirt for no gapping, and my cleanest jeans completed my transformation.
I brushed my hair fast and smoothed on lip gloss at the spotty mirror. My hair still looked mussed, and even though the T shirt didn’t give cleavage-peeks, there was no disguising that I had big breasts. I left my T un-tucked to keep from accentuating my body, one concession to my mother’s warnings about strange men. I gave my hair a final pat. That was as good as it was going to get without keeping him waiting.
I stepped off of paper towels into my hiking boots and tied them. Cleaned up after myself, wrestled my pack into place, and raced out of there, waving bye to the clerk. A flash of fear made me turn back at the door so the camera would be sure to catch my face.
“Bye, thanks for your help.” It was thanks to him I caught a ride. Despite my nerves, I was grateful.
“Have a good trip. Buck’s a good driver. Don’t worry about a thing. Get some sleep.”
Good advice. I damned near ran to the truck, not wanting to make the driver impatient.
He sat in his driver’s seat, looking out his sparkling windshield at the stars. The Big Dipper hung over a field that stretched away from the gas station. It looked like a post-apocalyptic scene where you could start walking and go on for days without seeing anyone alive.
“Welcome to my rig.” The trucker seemed even-tempered, not at all put out. Gave me another big smile and hopped down to help me with my pack. He loaded it into the door side of the passenger foot well and strapped the straps so it wouldn’t slide while we were underway. I could still get into it any time I wanted. I liked that. I also liked the view of his firm ass while he was getting it set. He leaped down and offered me a hand. I hesitated, but I’m short and that seat was a long way up, even with a step.
“Pardon the liberty,” he said.
He gave me a boost right on my ass. I blushed. I scrambled into the seat and hung my head, making my hair curtain my face to hide my blush. What big, hot hands he had. The better to— My blush got hotter. I’d been reading dirty fairy tales on my ereader. Made everything seem ready to erupt into naughtiness.
He climbed back into the driver’s seat and glanced at me. “Buckle up.”
I obeyed. I felt pretty secure. He didn’t give off a creepy vibe. This was going to be fine.
“I’m Buck, as Ernie said. I’ve been driving most of my life. I’m from California originally, live in Arizona now. Get more for my money that way. California’s getting to where it’s only for the rich. I’ve got a good spread in my new home state. I couldn’t have bought anything where I’m from. Now I’m living the dream. My own house and a big yard, a lot of flexibility, and life on the open road. How about you?”
“Oh. I’m Gia. I’m from California, too. This is my first road trip.” I felt stupid. I might as well have yelled, I’m a virgin and I think you’re super hot. My eyes feasted on his bulging arms as he started the truck, got it in gear, and pulled out of the parking lot. It struck me that he’d waited, took time to put me at ease. Nice man.
Hot, and kind. What was I getting myself into?
“Good to meet you, Gia. And thanks for your company. If you get sleepy, or just get tired of me jawing, there’s a sleeper right behind you. You can close it for privacy. I keep it pretty clean because that’s how I like it. Changed the sheets this morning. Make yourself at home.”
Wow, I’d just met the man, and he was inviting me to sleep in his bed. I was touched, scared, and nervous. My Mom sure told me enough times what could happen if I ever got into a vehicle with a strange man.
Riding With Buck
“GIA, YOU AWAKE? Hop down here for breakfast when you’re ready.” The trucker sounded like he was outside.
Took me a minute to get oriented. Yeah, I wasn’t home anymore.
“I’ll be right out,” I hollered to Buck.
I came fully awake missing the rocking of Buck’s bed. The rig was still. Wow, I just met the guy and I’d already made myself comfortable in his rolling crib. Despite my nerves and years of Mom’s warnings, I finally took him up on his offer to use the sleeper when I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. From what I knew of truckers, they ran on schedule. By that reasoning, I’d be safer in the sleeper where he’d have to stop the truck to molest me than in the seat next to him. It was weird, sleepy logic, but a bed sounded good.
All okay. I felt fine, and there was no sign my clothes had been messed with. I slept fully dressed, not something I usually did, but it seemed safest. I finger combed my hair, opened the sleeper, crawled onto the passenger seat and reached for the door handle.
He got it open for me from below. The sight of him in full sun was too much for my sleeping brain. Big, shining teeth, a shot of silver in his thick, dark hair, that hot beard, those tats on his bulging arms. The way his jeans fit over his strong thighs and big package didn’t help either. I d
amned near fell out of his truck. He caught me in his arms and swung me down the way my Dad used to when I weighed a fraction of what I do now, and with no effort. Damn, he was one powerful man. He set me on my feet and I quivered all over.
He had chairs and TV tables set up with a steaming plate of eggs and hash browns. There was coffee. This could be love.
“Coffee’s not the best, but the breakfast’s decent.” Maybe he was a mind reader, or he saw my eyes shoot to the steaming cup as soon as my feet touched the ground. “Thanks for your cooperation in coming outside. I have a policy against eating in the truck. A lot of guys do it, and it can get rank fast. No matter how neat you are, you get crumbs and oil, just a mess, and then a smelly mess. Attracts pests, too. I spend a lot of hours in this rig, so I take care of it and keep it clean. I don’t have many rules, so I just ask that you respect that one. A bottle of water is fine, just keep the cap on. You want to drink anything else, that’s fine, just drink it outside. A soda spill makes a sticky mess.”
“Got it. No problem. Thanks again for the lift, and for breakfast.” I grabbed the coffee. “What do I owe you?” The coffee tasted fine, served in real mugs instead of wasteful paper or Styrofoam that would make it taste wrong.
“Nothing. It’s on me. They practically give the food away here. Consider it my contribution toward your maiden voyage across the country.” He took the seat across from me and dug into the eggs.
Maiden voyage. Hell, he guessed my secret. No, maybe it’s just a turn of phrase. His eyes sparkled, but there didn’t seem anything mean about him. He couldn’t be teasing me for being a virgin.
“One thing about the breakfasts here, we won’t be hungry until afternoon.” He handed me a box of toast with butter and jam. “We’ll make a stop up the road in a couple hours, stretch our legs. I have a couple close friends I like to see when we’re all in the same state. Only happens about once a month, so I hope you don’t mind.” He gave me that slow smile.
