The Truckstop Whorehouse

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Working as a waitress at a truck stop has its perks. I mean, I can always make a little extra as a lot lizard. Blowing a dozen truckers in one night is not unusual. I love the cum and the money. Last night I had a new experience. A trucker walked in with his wife who had been riding along. I could tell that he was pissed. He plopped a box of tampons on the counter along with some doughnuts. I almost giggled out loud, sensing his frustration. “How much for a shower for Miss Bloody Cunt?” he growled. I gave her the key and she headed back. I saw an opportunity for some fun.

“Hey, lover, you outta luck, huh?” I asked. He grinned, looking at my tits. “Help a guy out, honey. I’ll make it worth your while.” I took him by the hand and led him to the back of the restaurant on the loading deck. “We can’t have your truck smelling like hot pussy, can we?” I quickly pulled up my skirt and bent over, leaning against the wall. He didn’t waste any time shoving a fat cock into my slut box. I don’t think the poor guy had been fucked for a long time. He was moaning so loud, ramming me deep and hard.  I wonder what his wife would think of him fucking a lot lizard bareback. It was all the same to me though and I drained those balls right there, letting him cream my gash.

“I’ll be back through here alone in a week.” he whispered, shoving cash into my apron pocket. Oh, they all come back. And I’m always glad to see them and their hard earned cash.

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