A35

I like long drives, across counties. I leave, dressed as I like and i just follow roads and traffic from the south coast to the west.

Recently I was on the A35 heading to north Cornwall, dressed slutty, I usually travel all the way to Okehampton to be used as a truck stop slut at the overnight parking. It's a fantastic place and every cumwhoreslut should go there, just to walk into the toilets and be met on the way out.

To prepare I always have a thick butt plug rammed in hard, my corset tight-laced as I can manage and my high heels in the passenger foot well, ready to slip on when I arrive.

With traffic slow, I was getting hornier and hornier, feeling pegged as I sat in queues with my skirt hitched to show stocking tops to any observant truckers.

Passing Bridport, on the A35, it was dark. The usual two hour journey was already over three hours. I decided to stop at the next toilets and parking. The butt plug had to come out and I had to deal with the raging hard cock pushing up my panties and the micro skirt.

Stopping at the Eype parking site and pulling up at the toilet block, having passed several camper vans, I found myself between two Boy Racer cars with the well lit toilets before me. Zipping up my knee length boots, looking side to side, I was aware that this could go either way: no trouble or trouble with car kit crazy teenagers and their Renaults. But I also knew that they were also dirty fuckers who could have me in stall.

Stepping out, in the light of the toilet block, I was not hard to miss: blonde, leopard print micros dress which clung to a corset enforced figure, stockings and high heeled boots. I paused to check the car park, seeing various eyes on me, then walked into the ladies toilet.

Finding a cubicle, my pants were around my booted ankles immediately and I slid out the butt plug. Sighing, it was cradled under my arm and I pulled up my moist knickers. Outside I could hear car doors closing.

I hoped it was young cock for me.

Taking a few minutes in the mirror to be sure I looked acceptable as a slut in toilets, late at night, could be, I left the toilets.

Waiting were two young men. They looked at me but didn't say anything, then behind then someone spoke, 'Excuse me,' he said, politely. 'Have you ever seen the inside of a truck cab?'

The two young men left and I was alone with a man, wearing blue denim overalls. He was middle aged, with a moustache, glasses and a lightly overweight.

I haven't, i said, seeing the boy racers had gone.

I was invite to his truck, which was nearby. Walking in 6" red heels, across the truck park, I could see several men in shadows turn to look at me and him as we got to his truck. He opened the door then stepped back to let me in.

In these heels? I queried, but I climbed up.

in an instant, his hand was between between my thighs, cupping my panties as he helped me up. The truck cab was warm, he had sheep skins across the seats and in a moment he was up and behind me.

He spent a few minutes showing me the cab. I sat, legs open, micro skirt hitched up and running my buttplug across my panties.

I asked if he had any porn. He did, he began playing some on DVD player.

Leaving the butt plug on the dashboard, with the curtains closed, I dropped to my knees on the cab floor, undid the buttons of the overall then unzipped the flies of his jeans. his stiff cock thrust into my mouth and I hungrily took it.

'Oh, you dirty whore,' he gasped. His hands scrabbling under my dress, pulling it up as he pawed on my corset and suspenders. 'Oh, what a whore,' he murmured as I swallowed his cock as deep as I could. He leant back, I moved with him and my ass rose higher. I felt a finger push into my sluthole and he murmured happily.

Like a good slut, i stood and turned about, his thick cock in one hand and wiping spit on my sluthole, I dropped onto him. Pushing him hard.

'Fuck me,' I cursed him as he shoved himself deep. 'Fuck me...'

I was sprawled across the dashboard of the cab as he raised my slutty cumhole up to him and started pounding me. Gripping the curtains, I was enjoying every hard thrust, begging him to fuck me like the roadside tramp i was.

My sluthole was hot, wet and wide open as he pumped me hard, I heard him spit on his thick cock then push in again and again. The curtains were open and I could see the car park, but I wasn't noticing anything.

'Face,' he ordered me, pulling out and slapping my red ass. I rolled over, falling into the bottom of the cab. He was over me, his hands on the windscreen and his cock in my face, already he was sliding it into my cock sucking lips then pulling back and thrusting in again.

With my back against the console, my head leant back on the dashboard, I was unable to move as he face fucked me hard. I didnt want to move and i tool every fuck until he suddenly came, grunting loudly and pinning me to the dashboard with his hot cock.

'Slut,' his whispered. 'Suck it all...' i didnt need to be told and gobbled it all down.
We were in this position for a few minutes, as I slowly milked his cock for all I could. Then he leant back, pulling out of my mouth.

We chatted, I stroked his cock, watching his porn for ten minutes and discussing chat sites. We have met since. But then, I had to move on, slipping my panties back up, I left his cab and walked back to my car with cum dribbling down my chin and feeling most fulfilled. Looking back, I saw that the truck cab curtains were open so anyone could have seen us and i am sure they did.

Getting back in my car, I was as horny as ever. The boy racers were there, they must have seen but they did nothing. I left and rejoined the A35.

It was, after all, only an hour or so to Okehampton where there was more trucker cock xx