
My phone sex line guys always have the most fun. We think of the nastiest fantasies that go on…especially at truck stop. So many things happen at truck stops at night time. It’s like an ongoing party. A total free for all usually. There are so many skanky chicks out in their best hooker outfits. Some wear wigs, or have holes in their tights, and of course all have on heavy makeup. I had just gotten off of work so I was still wearing my tight mini skirt and a half shirt…if you could even call it that. The bottoms of my tits were hanging out for everyone to see. Lots of the truckers were cat calling from across the parking lot. I knew I could have anyone of them but I had a specific trucker in mind. His name was Oliver and what a dirty pig he was. He was just what I needed tonight after a long day at the club. I wanted someone with no limits. Someone who would make me do anything he wanted. His truck was parked at the very end. He only makes it to this truck stop a few times a year since he is so busy. Once I spotted his truck, I just hopped right in. He had a few lines of coke waiting for me. He loves to get me all hyped up and focused before using me. I had a goal for tonight too. I wanted Oliver’s fucking piss all over me. I wanted to be his naughty whore that he would never forget, the whore that was located at this truck stop so he would have to come back more. I was going to take his piss down my throat like a champ. Fucking gag on it and have it come back out my nose. Then if I got any on the seats, I was just going to have to lick it up right in front of him like a pathetic whore…and that’s exactly what I did.

















You’ve been watching me dance for the past four months. You never bother tipping me, but you tip all the other girls. I’m getting a bit testy when I see you at the table when I come in for my shift. My dealer has been busted and I’m in such a pissy mood. Roll call comes on and I start dancing. I’m shaking my sweet ass for you trying to get your attention. Songs come on all night long. I have the stage alone for at least six songs throughout the whole night. My shift is coming to an end; I go back stage to get ready to go home. I usually leave in the same outfit I come out of. I get my bag and walk out the back door.

