The money was the only thing louder than the roar of the engines in this desolate lot. I was bent over, my skirt hiked up high enough for the side mirrors of every passing truck driver to catch a glimpse of my “tight wet cunt”. I knew exactly what I was doing, posing like a desperate animal for anyone with a thick wallet and a heavy foot.
Lot lizard sex is the only currency that matters out here when the sun goes down and the diesel fumes start to feel like perfume. I felt his eyes on me before I heard his boots hit the gravel, a rough shadow looming over my exposed skin. He didn’t say much, just flashed a roll of bills that made my mouth water and my walls ache.
“Hop in, bitch,” he ordered, and I didn’t need to be told twice.
The back of his semi truck smelled like old coffee, sweat, and the kind of loneliness only a long haul driver understands. I crawled onto the sleeper berth, my knees digging into the rough fabric as I presented my fat, juicy ass to him. I was itching for it, my tight pussy already slick and throbbing from the cold air outside.
When he flipped me around and shoved my face into the mattress, I let out a sexy moan. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He grabbed my hips with hands that felt like sandpaper and dived straight into the deep end. The first strike of his cock hitting my entrance made my head spin. He was pounding me from the back with a brutal, rhythmic force that shook the entire frame of the truck.
Every time his penis slammed against my clit, I felt the vibration in my teeth. I was a mess, whimpering and begging for more as he reached back to deliver a stinging smack to my cheeks. The sound of his palm hitting my skin echoed in the small space, leaving a burning trail that only made me wetter. I was addicted to the friction, the way he treated my body like a piece of equipment meant to be used and exhausted.
He was digging deep, stretching me out until I thought I’d break, but I just kept pushing back against him, craving destruction. He was a man driven by the stress of the road, and I was the relief he’d been dreaming of for a thousand miles. As he reached his peak, he let out a guttural roar, filling my tight, aching hole with a hot explosion of grit and release. He backed off with a satisfied, tired smile, finally finding his happy ending in the wreckage of my pleasure. I just lay there, breathless and used, ready for the next truck driver to pull in.
I have been a Cum guzzling slut all my life, I remember the first time I tasted cum, It was the first time my dad came into my room drunk and horny, he didn’t say a word, pulled my covers back, my panties down and started rubbing my pearl, my hairless cunt got so wet I thought I pissed myself. 
