I was barely eighteen when I got a horrible idea. I had been looking at this blog about sluts and their problems. I wanted to be a slut so badly, but I didn't have a lot of experience. I had always been a bit shy and for some reason, guys didn't seem to approach me. My mother told me it was just because I was so beautiful and that it intimidated guys, but I was certain that she was just saying that because she's my mom.
Anyway, I got this idea that I could drive down to the truck stop at the edge of town and find a trucker to fuck. I was certain that it would make me feel like a slut and I was dying to actually get laid! I wanted to be slutty and I'd read a post on that Slut Problems blog about a girl who liked to fuck all the truckers at the truck stop and be a slut and I knew that it was for me. I thought about it for weeks before I finally pulled the trigger.
It was a cool day as I drove down to the truck stop, shivering both from the cold and from my own nervousness. I could see the trucks, all lined up in a row and I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I couldn't believe how many trucks there were and I imagined how sore my pussy would be if I actually fucked all of them! Of course, I didn't think I could actually fuck all of them. I'd be lucky if I found the courage to fuck even one. I parked my car near the edge of the lot and I got out of my car in the carefully chosen outfit I'd put on. I was wearing turquoise high socks with heels, a short skirt with no panties and a tight tank top with no bra. I didn't have a lot in the tits department, but I was certain that my young age and eagerness to "slut out" would win the truckers over.
Interestingly, the first vehicle I encountered wasn't a truck at all, but an old beat up bus. I walked over to it and looked through the windows to see if there was anyone in there. I could see a man sitting in the driver's seat reading a newspaper. I knocked on the door of the bus and watched as he looked up at me and then opened the door. I got a better look at him and decided he was hot enough to fuck.
"What?" he asked gruffly.
"Hi, there!" I said tentatively. "Do you need a slut?"
"Excuse me? Did I hear you right?" he asked.
"Yeah, um. I'm a slut and I was looking for some dick?" I tried to sound commanding and confident but my voice was a sad little squeak.
"You are, now?" he asked, chuckling a bit.