Fun on the Road (Fantasy Fiction)

He had me dress up today. High heels, fishnets, a low skirt, no bra. After picking me up I was ordered to work his stick shift while he drove. My head was in his lap with a mouth full of cock. I had no idea where he was driving me. Being low to the seat I knew no one could see me. We've done this before. It's always exciting to be out dressed up, knowing you could be caught. It scared the hell out of me to be dressed in public and he loved to see me freaked out by it.
We drove for quite some time before he parked.
"Get out". I thought I was home again. Looking up I could see we were in a parking area. I hesitated. There weren't any cars, but it still scared me.
"Get the Fuck out Bitch!"
He was pissed. Slowly I opened the door. I couldn't believe I was doing it. I couldn't feel my legs as I stepped out of the car.

It was a rest area. As I stood I could see a big rig parked where the trucks go. At least if I was going to be spotted it would be an anonymous stranger, probably from out of state.

"Walk the lot whore. Let everyone see what you are." I couldn't move. I knew he was getting angry. He jumped out the driver side door and slammed it shut.
"Let's go bitch! Or I'll beat your ass right here!"
. I nervously looked around again.
"Chest out Faggot. Pop that ass when you walk."
I was freaking out and he knew it. "MOVE IT!"

I started walking away from the truck. "No bitch! The customer is over there"
 
I spun around slowly and saw the sinister smirk on his face. He was loving the fear in my eyes. I pulled myself together and began walking toward the truck.
"Chest out and sway that ass like you're on project runway. Hahaha."
I did my best.Without any support my G cups were jiggling under my top with every step. I kept my steps narrow so my ass swayed. I knew if anyone saw me, they'd know I was a hooker.
Ugh....
I was lost in concentration as I approached the cab. I was getting comfortable with my role. I walked past the truck and stopped about twenty feet in front. He was either sleeping or wasn't interested. I started to relax and had some fun. With my back to the headlights I bent at the waist and pretended to adjust my pumps. My skirt was riding slightly above my ass cheeks.Standing up straight I spun back toward the truck . Readjusting my skirt , I pushed my boobs together like I was somehow resetting them.

Confidently I walked back past the cab toward the car , when I caught him still smirking. What was that all about?

"Hey baby, nice ass"
My heart stopped. I was two steps past the back of the truck when the snide remark broke the silence. It came from the darkness of the other side of the truck. Turning, I saw a short fat older man stepping  up to me from the shadows. Dressed in a dirty shirt,oil stained jeans and a ratty beard. He looked like he could've been homeless.
"Oh, you look nice." He chuckled as he grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed hard.
"How much?"
"Wh-what?"
"How much for a hand job, whore?!" he snorted
"Ten..Ten dollars"   I stuttered
I barely remembered what the price master had told me.
"Sounds good bitch."
 After an uncomfortable pause he snarled. "Well? Pull it out and get to work! Get down there and jurk me off.  What the Fuck!"
"Get your face right in front of it and enjoy the view." Still squeezing my ass, the angry little man was definitely taking more than he's paying for. But I did as I was trained to do. My job. I bent at the waist in front of him, as Master had trained me to present my holes.
I snapped back to reality . Hastily, I unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled out his rigid four inch STUMP.  Bent with my face a foot away from him, I began stroking his beer can cock. It was so hot in my hand. He was sweaty and nasty, but holding that hard cock in my hand was really getting me turned on. It just felt so good.  

"You like that , dontcha bitch?!" He said condescendingly. He knew it because I couldn't stop staring . "Yes,  sir"
"Hmmph." He let out like he already knew the answer.
I can never get over how much I miss the feeling of a hard cock . Even though I had just been sucking Masters five minutes before. The void of never having a hard on of my own can never be filled. All the sexual urges of a regular man, but NO cock to do  anything with.
I started stroking slowly. He smacked me hard on the ass and grabbed a handful again. "Good gurl.. He's already leaking for you." The cock was throbbing in my hand. Within seconds it was twitching. "Yeah..." Heavy ropes of cum shot from the head splashing my face. He must've been saving for days. The first rope dangled from my chin as more cum covered my hand and dripped to the pavement. I kept stroking until the last drops came out.  Pulling out a ten dollar bill , he wiped the remaining jizz off his cock. Crumpled it up and stuffed it down my cleavage. With an evil chuckle he probed my butt and gave me one last smack on the ass.
I was a little light headed when I stood up and collected myself. Straightening my skirt and top I made my way back to the Master's car. He was waiting for me hand outstretched, waiting for his money. I still worked for him after all.
Laughing, he got back in the car. We drove off again with me working his stick shift again. I had no idea what he had planned next. Whatever it was, I knew I'd be turned on so much I couldn't refuse. I am his pathetic Faggot whore. It's my job to be a sex toy for men , whatever they want me to do.