The final hour was a chaotic frenzy. The fifth man, Big Mike, had been watching from the chair, waiting for the perfect moment. He stepped in just as the others were reaching their limit.
“Move over,” Mike commanded. He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my back, my legs pushed back until my knees were touching my ears. He didn’t even wait to get fully erect before he started grinding his massive cock against my hole, teasing me.
“Please, Mike, fuck me!” I pleaded, my hips bucking.
He didn’t answer with words. He lunged forward, burying himself deep in my boy pussy with a force that knocked the wind out of me. While he was railing me, the other four crowded around. Mark and Leo were taking turns in my mouth, their cocks tasting of salt and musk. Jax and Silas were massaging my tits, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out.
“I’m gonna blow,” Mike groaned, his pace becoming frantic.
He let out a guttural roar and slammed himself home one last time, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep inside my stretched hole.. Almost simultaneously, Mark filled my mouth, and the others spent themselves all over my chest and stomach. I lay there, drenched in seed, my hole gaping and leaking.
“Good girl, Henrietta,” Mark whispered, patting my cheek.
I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely spent and utterly ruined. Five cocks, three hours, and I can still feel them inside me. I can’t wait to do it again
“Get on your knees, you little slut,” Mark growled, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back.
I didn’t hesitate. I sank down, my skirt riding up, and looked up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t waste time; he unzipped and shoved his thick cock right against my lips. I opened wide, taking him deep, gagging as he slammed his hips forward. While he was stuffing my throat, Leo was behind me, ripping my panties aside.
“Look at this hole” Leo whispered, his voice a low rasp. He didn’t use any lube; he just shoved two fingers deep into my tight hole, stretching me open. I let out a muffled moan around Mark’s shaft, my body arching.
“Take it all, Henrietta,” Mark grunted, picking up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with a wet, slapping sound. I focused on the sensation—the fullness in my throat and the intrusion in my ass. Leo swapped his fingers for his cock, lining it up and driving in with one hard thrust. I screamed into Mark’s cock, my eyes rolling back as Leo filled my backside completely. He started hammering away, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity through my spine. I was just a piece of meat for them, a hole to be used, and God, I loved every second of
I invited Jason and Mike over, two “straight” friends who had been obsessing over my body for weeks. I didn’t give them a chance to be shy. I stripped naked, letting my heavy tits bounce and my thick, leaking cock spring free. I watched their cocks strain violently against their trousers, their eyes locked on my shaft. I pushed Jason down onto the rug and climbed on his face, grinding my hole against his mouth while my cock hovered just inches from his nose.
While Jason was tasting my juices, Mike stepped up. He wasn’t interested in my hole; he wanted the real prize. He gripped my waist and guided my hard cock straight into his own tight ass. I gasped, my back arching as I slid deep into him, the heat of his hole clamping around my shaft. I was a bridge of pleasure, my hole being tongued by Jason and my dick being squeezed by Mike.
Mike started pumping his ass back onto my cock, hard and fast, his breath hot and ragged. Jason reached up, grabbing my cock at the base and helping Mike slide deeper. I was caught in a vice of masculine desperation. I screamed as my orgasm hit—a violent, shaking wave. I hammered into Mike one last time, dumping a thick, hot load of cum deep in his rectum. As I pulled out, Jason grabbed my cock and sucked the remaining drops of cum from the tip, both men panting and drenched, their “straight” facades completely destroyed
The moment we slammed the door to his apartment, the pretense vanished. I ripped his jeans open and stepped out of my skirt, revealing my rock-hard cock standing tall. Mark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He dropped to his knees instantly, his mouth hanging open before he lunged forward, wrapping his lips around my head and sucking me deep into his throat. He was gagging, his eyes watering, but he didn’t stop, obsessed with the feel of a dick on a woman.
I grabbed his hair, shoving my cock deeper into his mouth, forcing him to take every inch. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. I guided my thick shaft into his tight, trembling ass, sliding in with one heavy thrust. He let out a muffled scream against the floor, his body arching as I hammered into him. I rode him like a maniac, my cock sliding in and out of his heat with wet, slapping sounds. He was sobbing and moaning, his “straight” identity shattering as I pumped my hot cum deep into his ass.
By midnight I was on my back in the sleeper of a big rig, eager anal cum whore, ready to serve, legs folded to my shoulders hole spread and ready for business. Three big, burly, sweaty truckers took turns wrecking my swollen, red hole. One after another they climbed in, climbed on and called me a worthless tranny fuckpig, a useless hole for cum, and pumped load after load into my guts.
“Keep that hole open, tranny slut. We’re not done until your trailer trash whore hole is leaking like a broken faucet.”
They made me finger my own cum-filled ass while they watched, then flipped me and took turns throat-fucking my mouth until my makeup ran. When the last one finished, he wiped his cock on my face and tossed a twenty on my stomach.
“Same time tomorrow, lot lizard, cunt.” as they walked away laughing.
I lay there, ass gaping, cum pouring out of my wrecked hole, already counting the next day’s loads.
They took this anal cum dumpster and bent me over the picnic table behind the showers. One trucker climbed on the bench and shoved his fat cock hard into my sloppy, cum-filled hole while another climbed in front and forced his cock down my throat again.
“Look at this cheap tranny cum dump. Two holes, one purpose.”
They fucked me like a rag doll, one slamming my sweet ass while the other choked me blind on cock. A third guy stepped up, slapped my face, and jerked my own cock while they used me.
“Bet you love getting your sissy hole wrecked by real dick, don’t you, whore?”
“mmmphhmm gargle gargle ” I replied.
My ass clapped loudly with every thrust. Cum from the first load squirted out around the cock pounding my face cunt. The guy in my ass growled and added another thick load, then pulled out so the next one could slide right in.
Perfect day at work!
I dropped to my knees in the gravel behind the diesel pumps, skirt already hiked. The first trucker, a fat bearded guy in a dirty cap, grabbed my hair and shoved his thick cock straight down my throat.
“Open up, tranny whore. That’s what lot lizards are for.”
I gagged hard as he fucked my face, spit running down my chin onto my fake tits. Another trucker yanked my ass up, ripped my panties aside, and drove straight into my hole with one rough thrust. No lube, just dry, brutal cock stretching me wide.
“Fuck, this tranny ass is tight. You been saving this shitter for real men?”
I moaned around the dick in my mouth while the second guy pounded my guts, balls slapping my taint. The first trucker pulled out and painted my tongue white. The second one grunted, buried deep, and flooded my bowels with hot cum.
They walked away as I knelt there dripping thier cum from both my holes.
“Next…”
The afternoon crowd is wilder. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.
I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.
Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.
When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.
I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.
When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.
The afternoon crowd is wild. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.
I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.
Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.
When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.
I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.
When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.
Another night under the buzzing neon of the I-95 stop. My makeup is cakey, my wig is itching, and my heels are killing me, but that’s the price of being a lot lizard. I’m just a piece of meat in a cheap dress, waiting for some grease-stained trucker to decide I’m worth twenty bucks.
Tonight’s winner was a behemoth named Big Sal. He didn’t even say hello; he just grabbed my arm, bruising the skin, and shoved me into the cramped, smelling cab of his Peterbilt.
“Open up, you freak,” he spat, his breath smelling like stale tobacco and diesel. He didn’t care about my name or my “transition.” To him, I was just a hole with a surprise. He called me a “degenerate” and a “waste of skin” while he ripped my panties aside.
He didn’t waste time with foreplay. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat, and shoved his thick, throbbing cock right into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he just laughed, slapping my cheek. “Take it all, you little tranny slut. This is all you’re good for.”
When he got bored of my mouth, he flipped me over, shoving my face against the dashboard. He slammed into my ass with a brutal, rhythmic force that rattled the whole truck. Every thrust was accompanied by a slur, reminding me exactly how low I’ve sunk. I moaned into the plastic, feeling the raw friction as he pumped his hot cum deep inside me, leaving me shaking and degraded in the dark.
Twenty bucks. That’s all I’m worth.
