CD And Trucker

It took me a while to come down off the rush of the whole thing. Holding onto him, every few seconds,
my cock would emit a little more cum and my hips would grind against Hank's cock enjoying the
sudden sensation.
I wrapped my arms tightly around Hank and buried my face in the side of his neck, kissing him
tenderly. I'm sure I mumbled 'thank you' a few times but I don't remember, that's how out of it the
orgasm left me.
A little time after I'd calmed down, out of the blue, he said, "I think I'll call it Cindy."
"What?"
"Cindy, I think I'll call that little cock of yours Cindy."
"Why Cindy?"
"Well we truckers always name our rigs after a woman that's special to us."
"Really, I didn't know that? What's the name of your truck Hank?"
"Sheila."
"Who was Sheila?" I and asked with a little pang of jealously.
"And why Cindy for fuck sake!" I added sharply wanting to get to the bottom of all these women that
had suddenly entered the picture.
"Hey, watch your language, Baby." He said firmly.
Then he slapped my ass real hard and said, "Now its time to take care of Daddy. You aren't the only
one that gets to come this morning?"
'Daddy?', now it's Daddy I thought.
I knew Hank had dropped into that 'tough trucker' role I was looking for on this trip. I figured I had
the whole next week to get to the bottom of all this name nonsense. I also knew that questioning
Hank now could lead to more spankings. And as much as being spanked seemed cool in fantasy, they
actually hurt like hell in reality.
So I decided to do what was expected, and what I wanted so much to experience. Without any more
questions or conversation I submissively lowered my head like a woman, it was time to get my man
off....