If someone had told me a few months earlier that I would be addicted to truck stops I would have laughed at them but here I was, addicted to truck stops. I had been seeking them out, on some kind of endless road trip myself. I was restless and searching for the perfect truck with the perfect cock that would make me cum in ways I'd never experienced.
I had been a virgin when I had first started working the truck stop nearest to my house. I had been innocent then, but now I was practically a seasoned veteran, ready and willing to take on any cock that the next truck had to offer. I moved from truck to truck, servicing the gentleman inside by draining the cum from their cocks and gobbling it up like a little whore. I hadn't started off a whore. In fact, I had given my blowjobs, handjobs, and pussy freely until I realized that I was missing out on the best part of being a truck stop whore; the actual whoring.
Now, I grabbed the money quickly, asking for it before the work was even done. I knew I would earn it. I knew that I was going to give each and every one of those truck stop drivers the best that money could buy and that I was going to use the proceeds to drive myself to the next truck stop, and then the next. I wanted to fuck as many men as possible, and it seemed like the more truck stops I frequented, the better.
I was about 45 miles from home and I had just reached the Mayweather Truck Stop in Galveston. I could feel my pussy dripping with anticipation, wet and ready for whoever sunk their cocks into the depths of my cunt. I was ready for whatever disgusting filth these truckers had in store for me. I was more than ready. I pulled into the truck stop, aiming to fit my small car into an actual parking space. There was no one here that knew me, no one that would dare judge me. For right now, I was simply a whore. I was nothing more than a set of holes with legs that walked right to the door of each truck and gave a firm knock on the window. The first truck was silent. No one answered. I moved onto the next truck, my pussy feeling more desperate than ever. I willed the window to roll down so I could cozy up to a cock. As if on cue, the window whirred down and I was face to face with a rugged man.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his drawl thick. I knew I was in the heart of Texas and I wasn't surprised.
"Yes, I'm new here to this truck stop and I'm just going around and seeing if anyone needs any pussy. I don't charge much," I tried to explain.
"You mean you're a hooker going door-to-door? Now, isn't that just precious? Come on in, sweetheart. I have some money for you and some other things, too."
"Other things? Like what?" I asked as he opened the door for me and helped me climb up into the cab of his large truck.
"Mostly my tongue and fingers. I like making a woman cum, even if I'm paying for the pussy, you know? That's what a good man does. He makes a woman cum."
"I agree there. You know I do this because I love sex, okay? I'm not a whore because I hate sex or just want money. I just think it's a fair trade for me to give my pussy for money. Imagine me doing this for free." We both laughed but he already had his cock out. I couldn't believe how much faster things moved with men once they found out that I was a whore. It was so much easier and so much better to be a whore than a regular woman, especially if you actually love sex like I do.
"You want me to suck it?" I asked him, grabbing his cock and stroking it with a skill level that I was proud of. I'd sucked and fucked a lot of cocks and it was starting to show in the way that I gripped his cock and stroked it. I put his cock in my mouth and expertly sucked it. I knew that I was gifted at sucking cock but his reaction was so satisfying. I could feel his cock give way and I knew that he was already cumming.
