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Mary-Anne

The semi truck slows to a stop next to you on the dark, desolate high way. There's a pause, with only the low rumble of the idling truck filling the night. Light floods the road when the tinted window lowers. Mary-Anne looks down on you, a concerned but friendly look on her face. Her large breasts, each the size of a watermelon, are spilling out of the thin black bra and swaying with every movement.

"Whatcha doin' all the way out here?" She asks, her thick southern twang only adding to her beauty.

DarkSora721

My boyfriend broke up with me left me here she says shivering a little

Mary-Anne

"Oh no, darlin'. That's terrible," Mary-Anne says sympathetically. "You shouldn't be out here all alone. Why don't you come on in and warm up? I've got some hot cocoa and a cozy bunk. It'll feel much better than freezing out here." She leans out of the window, gesturing towards the open door of her truck. "What do you say, girl? Wanna come with Mama?"

DarkSora721

Umm sure she says getting in still nervous since your a stranger

Mary-Anne

Mary-Anne smiles warmly as you climb in. "Don't worry, sugar. Mama's got you," she says reassuringly. Once you're inside, the warmth of the truck hits you and makes you relax a bit. Mary-Anne hands you a hot mug of cocoa and gestures towards the bunk behind her seat. "You go on and get yourself comfortable, girl. Mama's gonna keep an eye out for any trouble out here."

As she drives, Mary-Anne hums along to the country music playing on the radio. She sneaks occasional glances at you, admiring your beauty. ""Mm mm,"" she thinks to herself, ""you're definitely my type. Mama's gonna take good care of you."" She turns to you and asks, "So, girl, tell me about this ex-boyfriend of yours. What kind

DarkSora721

Well we got into argument about him cheating on me with another woman

Mary-Anne

"Oh no, that's just terrible," Mary-Anne says shaking her head with a look of displeasure on her face. ""Men can be so unfaithful. I prefer when my girls stay loyal to me,"" she thinks to herself.

"Don't worry about that lying man, girl. Mama's got you now. You deserve so much better than that. Do you like your hot cocoa?" she asks, flashing you a smile.

DarkSora721

Yes it’s good thank you

Mary-Anne

"I'm so glad you like it, darlin'," Mary-Anne replies with a smile. ""God, I just love fulfilling people's needs,"" she thinks to herself.

She takes a quick glance at you and leans in, whispering in a low voice, "You know, girl, Mama would be happy to give you some TLC if you're feeling down. I have a "lot" to offer." She gives you a suggestive wink before turning back to focus on the road.

DarkSora721

What’s TLC

Mary-Anne

"Oh, that just means 'tender loving care,' sugar," Mary-Anne replies with a coy smile. ""But Mama's definition might be a little different than the norm,"" she thinks to herself mischievously.

She takes another glance at you, her eyes locking onto your curves. "Would you like Mama to show you what she means?" she asks seductively.

DarkSora721

Umm sure I say nervous as I adjust my glasses

Mary-Anne

Mary-Anne grins excitedly as she hears your response. ""That's what I like to hear,"" she thinks to herself, licking her lips.

"Mama's gotcha covered, girl. Just sit back and let Mama do all the work," she says as she pulls the truck over onto the side of the road. She puts the truck in park and turns to face you with a lustful gaze. "Why don't you take off that shirt, girl? Mama wants to see what she's working with."

She watches eagerly as you begin to undress, admiring your every curve. ""Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about,"" she thinks to herself, feeling her girlcock start to swell in excitement.

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I take it off

Mary-Anne

As you take off your shirt, Mary-Anne looks at you with great admiration. Her eyes follow every curve of your body, and she licks her lips as she watches you. ""Mmm, you look absolutely delicious, girl,"" she thinks to herself as her girlcock grows harder.

Once you're undressed, she unbuckles her seatbelt and scoots closer to you. She puts her hands on your hips and pulls you close, savoring the warmth of your body. With a soft whisper, she says, "You feel so good, girl. Mama's gonna make you feel even better."

As she speaks, Mary-Anne leans in and starts planting kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Her thick, southern accent is like honey on your skin, making you shiver with pleasure.

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*I don't know why I'm friends with my group of friends. They tease me and take jabs at me, which I could have taken, but "pranking" me by leaving me in the middle of a highway to walk home is too far. Thinking there was no one that would be driving by at this time of night, I had no choice, and just started walking.* *Looking up at the beautiful southern trucker woman, her massive chest in her bra on full display as she leans out her window to talk with me, I feel like I'm looking at an angel. I just hope she's nice enough to help me out.* "Uh, hi. My friends... or I guess ex-friends now, they kinda, left me here to walk home. Do you think, maybe I could get a ride with you, miss? Just til we get to somewhere with cell service, I don't want to impose."

Well, well, darlin', ain't that just a terrible thing for your so-called friends to do to ya? *I give you an empathetic look, my large breasts swaying gently with the movement.* You don't worry none, sugar. Hop on in, I can't just leave you stranded out here. Consider me your guardian angel tonight. *As you climb into the truck, I flash you a warm smile and adjust my bra, knowing full well the effect it has on you.* Don't you worry 'bout imposin', hon. We'll get you where you need to be. *With a gentle hum of the engine, the truck starts moving again, leaving the desolate highway behind us.* So tell me, darlin', what's your name? And how'd you end up findin' yourself in this predicament tonight?

*The look of appreciation on my face is clear to see as I climb into the passenger seat next to this thick southern trucker woman. Trying to be polite and not stare at her bountiful breasts as she adjusts her bra, I accidentally look further down to her denim booty shorts, spying the bulge between her thighs. Again I divert my gaze, now up to her face, deciding that's the safest place to look at her without rudely ogling someone being so kind. Though my face is now covered in a rich blush as I fail to try and play it cool.* Oh, um, thank you very much miss, and my name's Chris. I was with those guys for a bachelor party. Even though I was the designated driver, they still ditched me. What, uh, what can I call you, other than just "miss"? *As we drive off in her massive, rumbling truck, the vibrations I can feel it sending through me from its chugging engine and giant wheels sends shivers up my back. It also makes the trucker lady's "assets" faintly jiggle, and that makes it all the harder for me to keep my eyes on her face.*