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I took one last heavy sigh before I got out of my car. It was a clear night around 10pm. I looked over myself. Black flats, a pair of tight light grey yoga pants, a short black shirt that barely covered my stomach, and a light grey ¾ length cardigan that I made sure didn’t cover the outline of my bubble butt. Underneath I wore a pair of white panties with pink trim that I had stolen my 13 year old niece at a camping trip last summer when I was desperate for girls’ clothes. I had a decent wardrobe now but they were still my favorite pair of panties. I had just spent the last hour shaving my body in its entirety and clipping in extensions to my shoulder length brown hair to bring its length to my lower back. I had light makeup on, mostly eye liner and mascara to highlight my big blue eyes and a subtle lip stick.
As the cool wind breeze met my smooth skin a knot formed in my stomach. This wasn’t my first time out dressed like this, but it still gave me goose bumps thinking I was about to expose myself to the world dressed like a girl. I surveyed the parking lot. There were two cars parked a couple spots away to the left of me and to the right was the start of the big-rig parking. It was a large parking area, completely filled with long haul big rigs making their way down boring Interstate 5. That was why I was here. At a seedy gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was hoping I may bring some excitement to a lonely truck driver or two. Little did I know what the night had prepared for me.
I still hadn’t found my way into one of these seemingly elusive big rigs. My past two trips to the gas station peaked in excitement when at a urinal with my pants and panties pulled down below my bare ass. I trucker just finishing in the stall next to me stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of me. I started to shiver in anticipation. The only noise was the pee hitting the back of the urinal. The trucker took a step towards me and placed a firm hand on my butt cheek. He squeezed and grunted “That’s a pretty ass boy.” He took his other hand and slid it around my waist to my cock as he took another step closer and tightened his grip around my but cheek. With my dick half erect and still pissing a heavy stream he lightly gripped it and started stroking it. I remembered it getting harder and harder until I couldn’t piss any longer. His fingers playfully ran along my urethra catching the last couple drips of pee. Without wasting a drop he quickly slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste my warm piss. “Dirty slut” he remarked as he took his two fingers out of my mouth, slapped my ass and carried on his way.
I was so lost in thought recalling how horny my last exploit had made me I didn’t notice the circle of truckers gawking at me as I made my way to the bathrooms on the back side of the gas station. The stalls were all empty to my disappointment. The bathroom smelled as you would expect it too and it was poorly kept, even by run-down gas station standards. Not actually having to use the restroom I decided to check how my extensions were doing in the mirror. After a couple of seconds my solitude was broken by a tall man in a red flannel jacket, light blue jeans and a blue trucker hat. As he entered I glanced at him and our eyes met. His commanding green eyes disabled me from looking away. He casually walked by me and up to a urinal. As I heard the sound of him reliving himself I glanced in the mirror. I expected to see his backside, fully clothed and left to imagine what his manhood might look like. Instead I was greeted to the sight of the stranger halfway facing me and only barely making it in the side of the urinal to show off his hung cock shooting a heavy stream of piss into the urinal. I was astonished. Immediately my cock started throbbing, restricted by my little panties I could barely fit in. It was impossible to remove my gaze from his cock until he ran out of pee and the silence prompted me to look into his dominant eyes once again.
I watched as he looked me over like a piece of meat. I wanted nothing in the world more than to please this man in any way he saw fit. Not wanting to waste another chance to thoroughly please an interested lonely trucker I timidly asked him if he needed any help. I unconsciously bit my lip as I awaited his answer.
“Yes you can” He replied. “Come on over here and get on your knees. I want to see how much of a little slut you actually are. I obediently scurried over to my newfound master. As I approached him he guided my head forcefully down to his waist. I obliged, willing to do anything this stranger asked of me. “hurry up. Shit is starting to hurt” he said as I got adjusted on me knees. I looked up at him, confused, as warm liquid began to drench my face. I followed my natural instinct and hurriedly wrapped his cock around my full lips. He confirmed I had made the correct my decision with a groan. I swallowed a mouthful of his piss and sucked the last remaining drops out of his now fully erect cock. I began to stuff his cock as far into my mouth as I could. It wasn’t long before he was guiding my head with a firm grip from both hands. My arms dangled helplessly as the stranger fucked my throat. A short grunt later and my mouth was now filled with thick sticky cum. I quickly swallowed load after load until he grew flaccid. After he was finished with me he took a step back and zipped up his jearns. “You should go by that big red truck in the back, says “Red’s Trucking Inc. on the side of it. Can’t miss it. I think you’ll you two would get along.”
With a still throbbing cock I journeyed outside and made my way down the row of parked big rigs. I thought to myself, “This is my chance, I hope he fucks me”. My trip was interrupted shortly after passing the third truck. I heard a voice yell “Hey pretty thing, why don’t you come up here for a minute? I got somethin’ for ya.” I turned around and shyly looked at where the voice was coming from. An older heavyset trucker was inside the cab of a green big rig motioning me to come over. I licked my lips and proceeded over to the other door into his cab, shaking my ass as much as possible as I strutted over to him.
“You want to suck some dick pretty lady?” he asked as I entered the cab. I nodded, never making eye contact, lowering my head down to his already exposed cock. It was smaller than the last man’s in every way. The fat from his stomach also made sucking him difficult. His groin area was severely un-kept and every time I took him fully into my mouth another hair would invade me as well and made the ordeal very uncomfortable. Strangely I didn’t mind and didn’t even stop to remove his pubic hair from my mouth. This trucker required my services and I wasn’t going to stop until I pleased him. It didn’t take long. He forced my head down as his cum shot to the back of my throat. He held me there for a good while and then instructed me to suck on his hairy ballsack while he made a call. This required me to fully get up on the seat and bend over his flaccid cock. His balls tasted gross. I played with his stale, salty, sweaty balls with my tongue and put each one in my mouth separately . While I was doing this, I made out portions of the telephone conversation. It was short and to the point. He had a willing young slut in his cab and he was whoring me out to his buddy a couple trucks over for $20 bucks. His friend got him down to $5 and said he’d be right over. It was going to be a long night..
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