I grew up on the border with Mexico. My family had a trucking company, trucks on both sides of the border. One of the trucks broke down in Victoria Mexico and my dad sent me and a driver to fix and bring the truck back up to the border. My father sent a driver who had been with him for some 20 years, a cowboy Mexican with a mustache, boots, hat and belt. I was 19 and a virgin all around.

When we got to Victoria we checked into a trucker's motel and he booked on room with one double bed. When I complained, he held my mouth in his hand and told me that now I was his. He went for my belt and pants and threw me on the bed and wrestled my shoes, pants and underwear off. He opened his pants and his cock was big and angry and hard, and he told me that I was his and he was going to fuck my white ass until I liked it.

He was very strong, much stronger than me and got me in position and tore into my hole yelling at me to open my legs. He fucked me until he came, and wiped his cock on a towel and then threw it to me and told me to get dressed so that we could go get something to eat.

As we walked down the street he told me my ass was his and I better like it because he was going to fuck me often.

We had a beer and ate dinner at this roadside diner and he told me he wanted to get back so that I could suck his cock.

When we got back to the room, he took off his pants and sat on the only chair and told me to come over and suck his cock. I got down on my knees and I put his cock in my mouth and started to suck, while he held my head. After a while, he got up and took off his shirt and sox and got on the bed and told me to get naked and come over and suck his cock.

His cock got hard and it was big and I had never done anything like that, and all I could think about was making him happy. I loved sucking his cock from the minute I put it in my mouth. I spent quite a few minutes sucking him, and he got fully erect and he told me to lay back on the bed on my back and open my legs and pull them up. He got in front of me and put his cock up against my ahole, and he let some spit fall on his cock and he started to shove it in.

I never imagined that it would feel like it did, pain and pleasure combined, the more pain the more I wanted it, I squealed for him to fuck me, he held my legs and pushed them back over my head and he got his cock all the way in, until I could feel his balls against my cheeks. Unlike the earlier in the afternoon fuck, this one felt like it should never end.

He kept me naked and tight against him at night and had me suck him in the shower the next morning. It took two days to get the truck fixed, and he drove the truck and I drove the pickup back to the border. All summer long I rode with him, no matter where the truck went, on which side of the border the job was, I rode with him and I sucked him and he fucked me and I liked it.

It is so bad that as you get older you just can't get that kind of a fuck master, at least I never found one. He was right, he fucked me until I liked it and boy do I like it. And a man in a hat and boots and belt buckle will get me on my knees faster than anything else will.