“Hop in, you filthy fucking whore.” He taunted, holding up an eight ball to entice me. His cock was out, all pathetic four inches of it. The blow was enough, so I was stripped and in the cab before he had a chance to go soft on me. My pussy was slick, not minding his little cock if it meant cocaine. The less work I had to do, the better.
He took off, pulling the truck out onto the highway. “Swallow my cock, bitch.” He spit in my face as I did a line off the dashboard. I was on him like flies on honey in July. I slammed him into the back of my throat. He moaned real loud, dirty bird, and nearly swerved a lane. I kept throat fucking him, faster and faster. He was grinding the gears, slipping over to the shoulder of the road.
He threw me onto the bunk, climbing up my body. Pinning me down, he face fucked me, rattling my teeth. My head was slamming into the wall, spinning from more than just the snow. He spilled his baby gravy deep down my throat. Getting off, I reached for the coke. Instead, he handcuffed me to the bunk.
“You’re mine, cunt.” He wasn’t going to bring me back to the lot.
My latest arrest proved to be the best get out of jail free card I’ve ever had. I love a cock, I mean a man, in uniform. He was a big, white, hairy Irish cop; Officer Seamus came nosing around the lot while I was getting my cunt loaded with cum, and my nose stuffed with snow. Of course, Sergeant Big Cock nabs me as soon as I hop from the cab.
He read me my rights, and cuffed me. “I love a man who can restrain me.”
“Considering you can’t restrain yourself.” He nearly purred in my ear as he bent me over the hood. “You have three warrants out for your arrest, Amara. How you gonna pay?”
Just like that, he had my skirt up and his cock out. He slammed into me, brutally, before yanking the cuffs so I had nowhere to go.
I felt my shoulder dislocate, but I was atop Mount Everest from the coke I’d just done. He rammed me, my pussy dripping with the cum of my johns. “Are you going to pay, or are you going to take the punishment?”
He came so hard in me, my pussy milking his fat veiny cock. Ten months later, I wasn’t shocked when my baby had a patch of red hair, and a mean look in his tiny little eye.
I’m a Momma to eight, two from each of my four marriages. Four of my sweet sugar plums are old enough to make their own way. It’s Friday night, so I whored it up, and sluttied up my little sweeties. The three girls each put on some of Momma’s fishnets, one of my shortest spandex skirts, and crop tops to just barely cover their budding little tits. My boy I put in some skin tight blacks.
We strode downtown, down the Boulevard, seeking some clientele. A big van rolled up to us, and six big black dudes got out, shoving us in the back. My little honeys began to cry, but I merely smirked, and showed them my fat tits.
I had blow in my nose before I knew we were going, and a fat, juicy cock in my mouth before I could complain. All around me, I heard the sounds of my brats getting plowed, and pleasuring these chiseled chocolate men.
Momma needed her drug money, and we all worked hard to earn it. My girls each took a load in their pussies, my boy took two in his ass, and sweet Momma got her cunt filled with hot, sticky baby batter.
The van dropped us off. My sweethearts were all in tears, but my spirits were great. The cum dripped down out legs as we walked the road, seeking out next fuck session. They begged to go home, but I don’t give a fuck. Momma needs her fix.
I’ve been out of pot for three days, and I ran out of my coke last night. I swore I was going to stop whoring around the truck stop, but I guess I’m a liar. I’ll suck any cock, fuck any dick, eat any ass for just a gram of either, for a gram of both.
I need it. I’m a trashy milf, a druggy, a trailer trash whore. I even brought my two oldest girls with me tonight. They’re going to help Momma make some quick cash. One of my girls has a baby in her belly, but i don’t care. Once you start bleedin, you can start breedin. That’s what my Momma taught me.
I’m gonna sit back, and smoke a dutch while I watch my sweet angels suck old men’s cocks. I’m gonna laugh when they have to spread their legs, and get pumped full of baby batter. I’m gonna do lines of blow off of their perky young tits and their sweet bald cunts before they take fat cocks in their asses.
I don’t give a fuck what I have to do, or what they have to do. They’ll fuck whoever I tell them to. If they won’t obey me, I’ll really show them what it means to be a filthy whore. Momma needs her fix, and goddamnit she’s going to get it.
I’m getting bored with my usual playthings. I’m a trucker fucker just because it pays decent, and it keeps me high for free. I’m craving something new; some new john to service. A man with a fetish as big and sexy as my fat tits. Is that you?
Maybe you want to use me as a human toilet; piss all over my soft body? Shit on my tits, maybe I will clean you up after? That’s nasty, but I’d do it for some crack.
Perhaps you need a submissive whore to follow your every command. One to desolate and demolish every time you’re in town. You can hurt me for an 8-ball, baby.
Do you like age play? I’ll rock out as your babygirl, or your grandma, or whoever you want me to be, as long as I get a fat blunt when it’s all said and done.
We can do some bondage, hard or soft; I drip when I get tied up. I’m at your mercy, helpless, weak. I’m trapped, and your whim is my fate.
Is it cuckolding you crave? You can watch these other big boys plow my pretty pussy, and lick up all the cum they dump in me.
I’ve heard about electro-stimulation. If my new cocks wanted to try it, I’d be down to learn. Edge play sounds fun, and CBT (cock and ball torture) is something those nasty truck fucks have had me do before. I almost sort of like it, even.
The possibilities are endless. Explore your darkest fetishes with your whore.
It was another horny Thursday, so I was shopping at the local grocery store. I didn’t think that I needed to change my clothes, the very short skirt and the tank top combination I was wearing was perfect for the heatwave. I loved the way this thong rubbed against my clit, anyway.
While choosing tomatoes in the produce section, a set of strong hands grabs me by my hips. He rubbed against me, and I could feel how hard his cock was through his jeans. My pussy was instantly soaked. He leaned forward and and whispered in my ear to meet him in the family restroom in five minutes, and then he was gone.
I arrived there in four, still trembling as I tapped on the door. The same voice told me to enter, and I did but the lights were not on. He grabbed me, locked the door, threw me against the wall, and mercilessly shoved his cock deep in my little hot cunt. He held a hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream, and he fucked me.
He slammed himself into me, laughing at my whimpers and my tears, until he came all up inside and all over my pussy. He made me kneel, and he cleaned his cock off all over my face. I used my mouth as much as he would let me. Eventually, he pulled me to my feet, slipped something into my hand, and left without a word.
After a moment, I bothered to turn the lights on to look at what a mess I had to become. He did leave me $100. Not bad for a whore like me. It still turns me on when I think of it. I never even saw his face.
You missed my sweet pussy, didn’t you? It’s been so long since you pulled into our dingy little truck stop for an overnight. It’s been too long since your cock’s been sucked. I can tell by all that pre-cum dripping out. I know I’m the only whore you flash your lights for. You even came out of your way tonight; you needed your filthy fuckthing Amara. You’re a little cuck freak, aren’t you? You send me to any other trucker that wants me just so I can bring you my cum filled cunt to clean, and leave you my nasty panties.
Tonight, I’ve done my rounds, and you’ve already lapped all the cream from my pussy you could manage. Tonight, I want your cum to fill my slutty, sultry little mouth. I’m licking your cock from tip to base. You haven’t showered in days; uncircumcised and disgusting. The blow we did together takes the edge off.
I’m swirling my nimble tongue around your swollen cockhead, flicking and licking until your balls are ready to blow. Not yet, baby. I’ll suckle your hairy nuts, and even do a line out of your asscrack. I’m filthy. A fucking whore, and you, baby, are my dirty little fuck. After I’ve drained you dry, we smoke a fatty, and linger in the sweet smoke. The smokey tendrils mix with the raunchy stink of unwashed man, and cum dumpster coochie. You’re smiling, stroking that cumsoaked cock back to life. You want to fuck my ass? You filthy fuck. Cut me a line, baby. I’m your whore, and you’re my pervert.
That pretty blonde boy was pumping into me like he’d not gotten his cock wet in years. I had just gotten off of my shift in the diner, and I was ready to take my shift in the lot. The lights flashed from a newer white truck, and called me over. I swung up into the cab, and two men waited for me there. One was young, and blonde. Thick in the body and thick in the cock.
The other was older, scraggly, and looked like he smoked at least two packs a day. I preferred the pretty boy, but cash was cash. I wasn’t sure if they were planning on double-teaming me, or what. Maybe they’d want to fill all my holes at once; treat me like the whore I am. Turns out the pretty one wanted to fuck me in the back while his partner sat up front and watched.
Pretty boy laid me down in the bed, took off my pants and my panties, and touched me real sweet like; just running his hands across my skin. Usually the truckers are rough, but this one was a honey. He asked if he could try something new, an I suppose My sure as shit eating grin was reassuring enough, because he started pulling off my socks.
I’ve never been with a man that had a foot fetish before, but little blonde babe worshiped my soles and my toes, and surprising as it was it made my pussy drip. By the time he started pounding away into my cunt, I was sitting in a puddle of my own pussy juices. His partner just sat up front, smoking cigarettes and watching. He never even touched his cock.
My Golden Boy reassured me that’s how it always was, he always just watched and never played. They were still paying me as if they were both fucking me, so it didn’t make a goddamn difference to me. When he asked me where to blow his load, I begged them to leave it right up in my cunt. He was pretty enough to breed with. Why not have little blonde boy of my own? With a wink, and a kiss, I sauntered away from the cab over paid and over pleasured.
I’ll tell you, raising Rugrats is hard! That’s why mine have to earn their keep. Once they come of a certain age, I start to train them. Once they hit another landmark in years, I let them start to earn. There’s nothing I like better than watching my girls following their mama’s footsteps. I started taking them on shifts with me at night once they started bleeding. Where I come from, we say once they start bleeding, they start breeding.
And if that ain’t the truth, then toss me in a pond and call me a toad. It cost them extra to try and put a baby in the belly of my girls, but it’s damn well worth it. That ain’t worked yet, but it’s only a matter of time before some potent little prick comes along and pops his cock deep inside my Mariah, my Havana, or my Lucille. Then, I get to watch ’em get big as a house, their titties filling up with all the milk you can think about. I know when I’m knocked up, I get a hell of a lot hornier than I’ve ever been before in my life.
And even after they deliver, the hormones don’t go away. That’s why I’ve got so many sets of Irish twins. God I can’t wait to watch their sweet, young cunts getting nice and Slick for anyone or anything that happens to give them a passing glance. I see you, I’m watching your eyes light up, and your cock grow hard at the thought of pounding away inside one of their sweet, bald pussies.
Why stop at one? Why not breed them all. And while you’re at it, don’t forget their mama.
When my boss found out that I was turning tricks in the truck lot, I thought I was going to lose my job for good. He called me back into the office, and asked me to sit down real calm like. But let me tell you about my boss, because I have secretly always had a thing for him. And when I say a “thing”, I mean a dripping wet cunt every time I laid eyes upon him. This time was no exception. So we sit down real nice, and he lit up a cigarette, and even offered me one. Who am I to say no to a gentleman? Though I don’t know many of those.
He started by asking me gentle questions. How are my little ones? What did I do over the weekend? Do I have a second job? When I told him no, his eyes steeled over. And started to notice that he was straining against his pants, his cock must have either been huge or hard. I wasn’t sure which, but in truth I was about to find out.
He stood, walked over to me, and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me to my feet, and got nose-to-nose with my sweet slutty face. ” Amara, you’re telling me that you don’t do anything after work for extra money? Are you telling me that you’ve never fucked any of our clients in the bathroom, or out in their cabs?” I was speechless, and ashamed for the first time in my little whore life. He must have seen the panic in my face, and the blush on my cheeks. He was tearing my blouse open before I knew what was happening, even though I tried to beg him to stop. My mascara ran down my cheeks as he bent me over his desk, and pulled out his cock. The answer my question earlier? Was both. He was hung like a fucking horse, they cash it, and harder Little Rock.
When he saw how slick my tight cunny was already, he growled. He shoved all 10 in so deep into my little cunt I swear I felt it in my throat. He covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream. He fucked me raw, and hard.
His desk was banging heavily against the wall, but he didn’t seem to care that people in the dining room would hear him. Maybe they all knew? When he was finished with me, and he had shot his fat hot load deep inside my pussy, he turned me around and lifted my chin up so my eyes met his. “If you needed extra money sweetie, all you had to do was ask. I’ll see you after your shift tomorrow, here, in my office. You’re my little cum dumpster now.”
My shift was over, my work shirt was torn, and I hadn’t worn a bra that day. He didn’t seem real inclined to give me anything to cover up with, so I took my walk of shame through the dining room, smiling just a little bit to myself knowing how hard all the men were watching my tits bounce as I went.
I went right back out to the lot, and waited for the lights to flash. No man was going to keep me down, even though the only thing I could think about now was my boss using me the way he had in his office. Then again, I was nothing but a fuck toy, a cum dumpster like he said. I was meant to be used and abused; a proper slut.
