Act of Charity
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It was a dark and stormy night as Travis dropped me off at the truck stop. True to his word, he used my entire body. After that he had me change into a black mini skirt that barely covered my bikini area, a white crop top, no panties or bra, black stilettos, and a matching coin purse. My target before he’d pick me up and take me home for a few hours was to earn ten dollars – one quarter at a time. That’s forty men. This was going to be fun! His goal, and mine, was to not be able to walk by sunrise. The truth was, whether I wanted to admit it or not, locking my husband up also unlocked something in me. I loved dick, and women are supposed to, but having not gotten any in years I got used to going without – as have most women my age that have been married a long time. I don’t know if I was trying to make up for lost time or if this who I’ve always been at my core but I was totally going to whore this up. Even if Travis hadn’t told me, I wasn’t going to say no to any man that wanted me. Anytime, anywhere. The parking lot truck stop was sparsely packed, understandable for this time of year. I walked to the closest rig to me – a black semi with silver trim and no trailer. “No lot lizards,” is what he said as I closed the door behind me. He was a caucasian man, about my age, a few day’s growth on his face – very few truckers are clean-shaven İstanbul Escort – dressed in faded blue jeans, work boots and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He also wore a baseball cap with the bill folded in a deep “U”. I took a few minutes to tell him everything, beginning with my husband and his blue dress. While I explained, I unzipped him and massaged his cock. The rain outside soaked through my top, which was see-through now – and I’m sure that was Travis’ goal. He leaned in to kiss me and asked, “Why ten dollars? Why only a quarter?”After kissing him softly I answered, ‘Because my handler knows I want it and this is his way of making sure I get it. He charges money because he knows I want to be a whore. He’s making me burn some bridges as well as prove my desire.”He put a quarter into my coin purse as I pulled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor. I then slid up my skirt, and mounted him, sliding his cock into my cunt while keeping my eyes on his.Reaching up, he switched on the dome light and kissed me. “I want others to see what a whore you are.”Wrapping his arms around me tightly, I kept looking into his eyes as I lowered my body all the way down on his shaft. He wasn’t built very long, or wide but he was rock hard. I inhaled a breath as I slowly went down. İstanbul Escort Bayan I leaned back on the steering wheel, fully pushing down, never taking my eyes off his. I closed my eyes for a moment and drank in the moment… A middle-aged woman having sex at a truck stop with some random driver for a quarter. It was more of a turn-on than I thought it would be.He put both his hands on my breasts and guided my right nipple to his mouth. “How does it feel?”I moaned and said, “You’re hard. I like that. I’m so used to a husband that can’t get fully erect.””No, I meant being a whore. Knowing you’ve got to fuck so many men tonight,” he asked gripping my breasts tightly. “Knowing that sex without condoms carries a risk. Knowing that none of the men tonight will care about you…only use you.”Digging my nails into his back slightly I answered, “Risk is part of the fun…adds to the thrill. As for the men using me, well, I’m using them as much as they’re using me. Dick feels amazingly great when done right.”He leaned me back against the wheel as he put his right hand on my left hip, and his left on my right shoulder then lifted me all the way up to his tip and slowly lowered me back down. I exhaled a cleansing breath, leaning back so far on the wheel that the back of my head touched the windshield. Gripping Escort İstanbul my body tightly, he drove me down to his base and I responded by grinding in a slow circle. “I can’t believe your husband gave this up. You’ve got a tight pussy. Smooth. Wet.”Bucking and rolling my hips slowly I replied, “Yeah, well he’s a dress-wearing bitch and I wish he’d have done this sooner. I wish I would have cheated on him, to be honest.”He pushed down on my body and I grunted in response. “I drive trucks to support my family, and when I get back from trips she always has an excuse for not taking me to her bed. I’m sick of it. I have needs.”Feeling him throbbing inside of me, I grabbed his head and made him looked down while I did the same. “Do you see where your body enters mine? Think about that. Your body is actually inside of mine! What could be more natural? This is where life…all life…begins. My pussy literally has no other purpose than to be fucked.”He pushed me back hard against the wheel, put his hands on my hips, and began to lift me and slam me back down. Becoming the aggressor, I fucked his cock faster and smiled down at him. “Typical. She fucks you until she gets a ring, then a little more to get children and she’s done with sex but not your money.”He grunted hard as I fucked him with both of us watching him move in and out of my body. “You’ve got a nice cock. Your wife has forgotten that, but that’s her problem. I’m going to fuck thirty-nine more men tonight…most will be married, but their wives don’t take care of them like they should. That’s their fault. If they fucked their husbands, I wouldn’t have to.”
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