It was a dark and stormy night as Travis dropped me off at the truck stop. True to his word, he used my entire body. After that he had me change into a black mini skirt that barely covered my bikini area, a white crop top, no panties or bra, black stilettos, and a matching coin purse. My target before he’d pick me up and take me home for a few hours was to earn ten dollars – one quarter at a time. That’s forty men. This was going to be fun! His goal, and mine, was to not be able to walk by sunrise.
The truth was, whether I wanted to admit it or not, locking my husband up also unlocked something in me. I loved dick, and women are supposed to, but having not gotten any in years I got used to going without – as have most women my age that have been married a long time. I don’t know if I was trying to make up for lost time or if this who I’ve always been at my core but I was totally going to whore this up.
Even if Travis hadn’t told me, I wasn’t going to say no to any man that wanted me. Anytime, anywhere.
The parking lot truck stop was sparsely packed, understandable for this time of year. I walked to the closest rig to me – a black semi with silver trim and no trailer.
“No lot lizards,” is what he said as I closed the door behind me.
He was a caucasian man, about my age, a few day’s growth on his face – very few truckers are clean-shaven – dressed in faded blue jeans, work boots and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He also wore a baseball cap with the bill folded in a deep “U”.
I took a few minutes to tell him everything, beginning with my husband and his blue dress. While I explained, I unzipped him and massaged his cock. The rain outside soaked through my top, which was see-through now – and I’m sure that was Travis’ goal.
He leaned in to kiss me and asked, “Why ten dollars? Why only a quarter?”
After kissing him softly I answered, ‘Because my handler knows I want it and this is his way of making sure I get it. He charges money because he knows I want to be a whore. He’s making me burn some bridges as well as prove my desire.”
He put a quarter into my coin purse as I pulled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor. I then slid up my skirt, and mounted him, sliding his cock into my cunt while keeping my eyes on his.
Reaching up, he switched on the dome light and kissed me. “I want others to see what a whore you are.”
Wrapping his arms around me tightly, I kept looking into his eyes as I lowered my body all the way down on his shaft. He wasn’t built very long, or wide but he was rock hard. I inhaled a breath as I slowly went down. I leaned back on the steering wheel, fully pushing down, never taking my eyes off his.
I closed my eyes for a moment and drank in the moment… A middle-aged woman having sex at a truck stop with some random driver for a quarter. It was more of a turn-on than I thought it would be.
He put both his hands on my breasts and guided my right nipple to his mouth. “How does it feel?”
I moaned and said, “You’re hard. I like that. I’m so used to a husband that can’t get fully erect.”
“No, I meant being a whore. Knowing you’ve got to fuck so many men tonight,” he asked gripping my breasts tightly. “Knowing that sex without condoms carries a risk. Knowing that none of the men tonight will care about you…only use you.”
Digging my nails into his back slightly I answered, “Risk is part of the fun…adds to the thrill. As for the men using me, well, I’m using them as much as they’re using me. Dick feels amazingly great when done right.”
He leaned me back against the wheel as he put his right hand on my left hip, and his left on my right shoulder then lifted me all the way up to his tip and slowly lowered me back down. I exhaled a cleansing breath, leaning back so far on the wheel that the back of my head touched the windshield.
Gripping my body tightly, he drove me down to his base and I responded by grinding in a slow circle. “I can’t believe your husband gave this up. You’ve got a tight pussy. Smooth. Wet.”
Bucking and rolling my hips slowly I replied, “Yeah, well he’s a dress-wearing bitch and I wish he’d have done this sooner. I wish I would have cheated on him, to be honest.”
He pushed down on my body and I grunted in response. “I drive trucks to support my family, and when I get back from trips she always has an excuse for not taking me to her bed. I’m sick of it. I have needs.”
Feeling him throbbing inside of me, I grabbed his head and made him looked down while I did the same. “Do you see where your body enters mine? Think about that. Your body is actually inside of mine! What could be more natural? This is where life...all life…begins. My pussy literally has no other purpose than to be fucked.”
He pushed me back hard against the wheel, put his hands on my hips, and began to lift me and slam me back down.
Becoming the aggressor, I fucked his cock faster and smiled down at him. “Typical. She fucks you until she gets a ring, then a little more to get children and she’s done with sex but not your money.”
He grunted hard as I fucked him with both of us watching him move in and out of my body. “You’ve got a nice cock. Your wife has forgotten that, but that’s her problem. I’m going to fuck thirty-nine more men tonight…most will be married, but their wives don’t take care of them like they should. That’s their fault. If they fucked their husbands, I wouldn’t have to.”
I leaned forward and kissed him with passion, then pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Now fuck me like your wife won’t let you fuck her.”
He moved both his hands to my hips and threw technique out the window as he violently slammed me up and down his shaft. I pulled my legs in as tightly as I could, putting my knees into his waist. “YES! Take it! Take me like a man should!”
My words brought him to the edge, and though I wanted him to last a few more minutes – it wasn’t what he needed. I moved both my hands to his nipples and twisted hard.
The muscles in his arms tightened. He held his breath…his face turning pink, then red. “Fucking… Worthless… Whore!”
As he said the words, I quickly shoved my tongue down his throat and pressed my body as tightly against his as I could. “Yes. I can feel you pumping, let it out. Give me all of it!”
He moved his hands to my shoulders and pulling down hard, straining against the orgasm. I could feel him pumping his cum into me. It was glorious. I’d taken his power, just as I took my husbands. I placed my mouth next to his ear and whispered. “Shhh…easy now. Let your body do the work…just pump into me. Drain your balls. You needed this.”
Holding me close, his chin resting on my shoulder, I could hear him grunting..he was breathing hard but it was slowing. He was returning to baseline.
Pulling my head back, I looked him in the eyes and asked, “How long has it been since you came inside of a woman, dear?”
Still quivering he replied, ‘Years. Fuck that felt great!”
A couple of minutes and he had gone soft, only then did I climb off of him and began to get dressed.
Grabbing my wrist he said, “Wait. Please, don’t go yet.”
Looking back, I gave him a look of confusion. “Why not? I’m a whore. I have other men to fuck tonight.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“Make me a promise,” I said sliding my skirt back down from my waist and pulling my crop top over my head and back over my breasts.
Exhaling a breath, he asked, “What?”
I looked out the window at the driving rain and the few other rigs in the lot, then back at him. “I was trapped in a loveless marriage. He played his role as provider and I played homemaker. Along the way, I got so wrapped up that I forgot how good dick feels between my legs. I never feel more like a woman than in that moment.”
Giving him a quick kiss, I continued, “Don’t ever forget how good pussy feels to you. If your wife won’t fuck you, make it your mission to fuck at every truck stop from here on out. Don’t limit your sexual pleasure to the whims of a woman that no longer wants your cock. Promise me that.”
He nodded and said, “I won’t forget. I promise I’ll fuck at every truck stop from now on. Tonight reminded me of how good sex feels. You’re really not worried about the risks? What if you pick a trucker that’s into human trafficking? Moves you into Canada, Asia, or the middle east? Or you catch something?”
I shrugged my shoulders as I reached for the doorknob. “Honestly stranger, I don’t care so long as I get dick. That’s really all that matters to me now.”
He pulled me to him slightly. “You could go on the road with me. I could take you from truck stop to truck stop or even pass you from trucker to trucker. It would be a great way to see the country.”
Leaving the door closed I replied, “I could – and all the things you mentioned might happen but right now, I just want to humiliate my husband and show him the pussy he’s missing. Think of it, I’ve got thirty–nine other men to fuck tonight, and tomorrow we’re having a poker game at my house where I’m going to fuck all his friends one by one upstairs while he serves them beer wearing a dress.”
He smiled at me. “You’re right. That’s a lot more fun right now.”
I stepped out of his cab and gave him one final look. “Remember, fuck as many lot lizards as you can, and no condoms!” I had to scream over the pouring rain. “It’s worth the risk!”
Starring at me, he hesitated. I pointed a finger at him and looked through his eyes and into his soul. “No names! No regrets! Promise me! You’re a great fuck! Share with other women!” I yelled.
He nodded with a smile. “I promise.”
Smiling back I added, “Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again. This is my life now. Oh, and please spread the word about the horny truck stop whore…the one that can’t get enough cock,” I said as I closed the door to his rig.
Needing a whore name I took a few seconds to consider one that really fit me. I know that sounds strange, that such a thought crossed my mind while I’m standing in the pouring rain, but that’s when it hit me. Looking at what I was doing and more importantly why I was doing it, the perfect one came to mind.
Looking over to my left I saw a big blue rig with gold trim. He was flashing his lights at me, so I went to the passenger side and climbed in. I took a moment to wring the water out of my hair onto his floor mat then said, “Hi, I’m Charity.”