As one of many sexy prostitutes around here, I’ve learned to detach myself emotionally from the men I pick up at truck stops. They come and go, treating me like a piece of meat or a cum dumpster, and then they’re gone without so much as a second glance. It’s not uncommon for them to use me and then push me away once they’re done getting off. I get off getting guys off. When their dicks start throbbing, I know I am about to get my favorite thing in the world. Warm, gooey, white creamy robes of yummy goodness sprayed anywhere they like. I am a no limits kind of a who loves pleasing men young and old. The olde
When one of these men tells me to get lost after he’s finished using me, it stings more than usual. The pain is amplified by the fact that I know he sees nothing but an object in front of him – someone who exists solely for his pleasure. And yet… there’s something about being used in this way that gets under my skin (pun intended). It turns me on in ways I can’t explain; it makes my pussy wet with anticipation for the next rough encounter.