The Truck Stop Whore

The Truck Stop ProstituteTrisha never thought she would become a prostitute. She had a decent family and went to school and had many friends. When she was in her senior year, she was popular and attending many parties. Drinking was fun and cool. She didn't know what her future held.

Coming from a small town, she thought the bright lights of the big city were amazing and exciting. The whole city just shouted power and glamour. What was she going to do? Be a nurse like her mother? What was fun or exciting about tending to sick and injured people? Her father seemed quite aloof. He always wanted a son. He wanted a quarterback in the family brood.

Trisha did go along with some of her family plans. She decided to go to a community college in the city. Tuition was cheap and she just really didn't care what she would major in. She decided an arts degree would be easy and she could still pass and do what she wanted - mostly hang out and party with her friends.

Like most young adults, holding a job and paying bills wasn't exactly something she had experience in. Hell, her parents used to help her pay for insurance because she blew her money on clothes and forgot about the upcoming bill. Now, her and her roommate Tracy had their own apartment and their own bills.

One night at a club, she met Jamal. He was a sharp dresser. His shoes had a glare almost like glass. Jamal wasn't your typical ghetto nigger acting all thuggish with the gang attitude. He actually was very welcoming and always smiled when her first met people. It was no different when he met Trisha.

After the informal greetings and small talk, Jamal asked Tracy and Trisha if they liked to party. Trisha said, "I thought that's what we are doing?". Jamal just laughed. "Well, you ladies must be new to the city. If you want to really party later, let me know."

The music played, they danced, the weekend was coming up. "Jamal seems nice enough", Trisha thought. "Why not have fun after the club closes?" Jamal continued to dance and talk the girls up for the next two hours.

Next thing the girls knew, they were in Jamal's apartment. It was nice, he definitely had money and evidently a lot of friends. The girls were somewhat intimidated, but nonetheless had a drink while observing others.

What were they smoking in the glass pipe? Drugs are bad. They knew that. Now it was their turn to take a hit. Trisha followed Jamal's directions. "Breathe it in while I light it and then hold it in your lungs a few seconds", he explained.

The rush was immediate. Euphoria rushed through Trisha's body. It felt truly amazing. How could something that made you feel so great, be so bad?

Fast forward two years. Tracy moved out due to problems with Trisha. Trisha flunked out of college and stopped talking to her family. She was soon homeless. How could she make money? Her one "true friend", Jamal, had an idea. "I have some friends who like female companionship. They will give you money for your time. You don't have to do anything you don't want."

Within two weeks she was giving handjobs and blowjobs to every john she came in contact with. There was no way she was having intercourse with these men.

That changed though when she really needed some crack one night. The johns love a new girl with a fresh pussy.

Hanging out on the corner, she was approached by a man in his 40s. He looked like a professional, drove a Caddy four door. He really liked her and wanted straight sex. No! she told him. When he offered 200 for half and half, she caved in.

They drove to a remote area where he parked and they climbed into the backseat. She started off first by putting the condom on his already erect, throbbing cock. Now, she proceeded to suck it vigorously like so many times before.

Now it was time. She climbed on top of him and helped guide his hard 8 inch cock into her pussy. She couldn't believe it, but she was quite wet. She didn't have actually sex in about a month and her pussy was ready for relief.

They fucked for nearly a half-hour. She was surprised that the john was actually interested in her having an orgrasm - which she did AND felt guilty about. After her orgasm, he came hard. Right before shooting his load, he took off the condoms and came in heavy volume onto her face and hair. She knew she would have to clean herself up after this if she was to make more money tonight.

Within five years, Trisha proceeded to the truck stop circuit. Here she met long haul truckers who fucked her, paid her, and gave her ride to any place in the country she felt like going to.

In the back of the big trucks, she had her head banged on the vent window more than once as she was fucked from behind. Most guys just wanted blowjobs. Pussy fucking was for their wives at homes.

She found most of the truckers to be decent, just horny guys looking to get laid. All those empty miles would make anyone want to shoot a hot load of cum once in a while. Some were just plain creeps. Idiots who didn't want to use condoms or had fetishes like golden showers or shit eaters.

Trisha thought to herself a lot how the hell she ended up in truck stop parking lots blowing truckers and getting fucked in truck cabs. Her body was still quite tight just like her pussy. Not many could take fucking the hot pussy for more than 10 minutes. Most truckers shot their load within 5 minutes.