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Playtime Stories 22– Rest Stop Action
I drove into the rest stop and tried to park in the same area I had been in earlier but it was still full. The van that I’d seen earlier was still parked there but all the other cars seemed to have changed in the last hour. I circled around once again and could not find a spot anywhere near the area I needed. The only area that was well lit was the restroom and tourist information area at the middle of the rest stop and the entrance from the highway. I passed around to the other side of the lot that was directly across and parked in a good location about 50 feet away. I spied to see those who were going to leave or just walk around. I stopped and shut off my engine. I watched. After a minute I noticed the rain had stopped. Then I saw a head poke up out the front lap of a guy who was parked on the driver’s side of a car. A moment later he got out of the car and walked back toward the restrooms. The man in the car who had just been sucked off just sat there.
I watched for a while. Then I remembered that I needed to fix my makeup and clean off the Mistress G’s driver’s cum. I retrieved my purse and my bag full of stuff from the back seat and got out my makeup. I turned on my dome-light and went to work. I took a few minutes and made my cheeks nice and blushed and my lips nice and dark red. I touched up my dark eyeliner and shadow. I added more black mascara and finished off with some shiny gloss on my lips.
I didn’t realize the way my light had gathered the attention of the rest-stop-cock patrons like moths to a lamp. I turned off my lamp to see men in every car across the small park leering at me. Well, isn’t that nice, I thought…
A few minutes later I decided that I needed to take a piss and show my wares. I decided that the men’s room was probably not the best choice and decided to simply go to the back of my car and use it to block everyone’s view. I opened my door and walked back in the wet night air. I lifted my black leather miniskirt and exposed the tops of my thigh-high clad legs above my shiny strappy high-heels. I adjusted one of the garters attached to my black leather cincher and lifted the stocking that had descended during my services in the Mistress’s car. I pulled my black lycra panties to the side and pulled out my semi erect seven and three-quarters of thick pearly white cock. I pissed next to my car and felt the pressure caused in my crotch by the cock-shaped black anal plug that was up inside me. I finished and tucked my cock back in the front of my panties and pushed my skirt back down. I rubbed my cock through the smooth leather and then checked my leather vest to see if my black Lycra bra was exposed and showing my silicon tit enhancers. I lowered the zipper to make it even with the center of the bra and then checked my black choker. I reached inside each sleeve at the shoulder to find the tops to my shoulder length gloves and pulled them up one at a time.
I saw a guy and then a second guy get out of their cars and keep staring at me. I walked over to one of the nearby covered picnic tables and placed one leg up on a seat at a time to check my shoes. I was just showing my legs to the crowd. Another guy got out of his car and slowly walked over toward my table. He went to another nearby table and looked at me. I looked away and then peered back at him. He smiled and I smiled back letting know he was not going to be rejected. He was medium height and fairly nice looking. He wore glasses and had a dark goatee that clashed with his silver hair. He wore a leather jacket and had on nice jeans.
He checked his shoes and stood up looking at me and said, “Nice night.”
“Well, it has potential.” I said.
He bit and said “potential for what?”
“Well, potential for fun, I guess. What are you out here for?”
“Well, I ah, guess I’m looking for some fun too…”
“MmmHmm. What kind of fun did you have in mind?”
“Well, I ah,” he paused his sentence to put his right thumb in his in his right pocket and rub his shaft through his jeans with his fingers. “I ah, I am just looking for something fun to do, I guess.”
I watched him and saw from the way he was rubbing himself that he was adequately equipped. I took a quick look around before I answered and then I said, “Well, I’ve been told that I’m fun to do.” I flashed him a hot slutty smile and saw that he was a bit stunned. I added “Mmm Hmm, well that looks like it could be some fun.”
He looked up and saw me looking at him rub his cock. He came over closer and said, “Are you a cop?”
“No honey, are you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Baby, can you prove it for me?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure. How?”
“Well, if you are a cop you cannot expose yourself to me and you cannot touch me, so come here and show me that you’re not a cop.”
He came up very close now and unzipped his pants and put his rigid cock in my hand. Then he reached underneath my skirt and felt me out. He raised his eyebrows when he found my cock and smiled even more when he squeezed my hard shaft. I breathed out and lowered my eyelids in lust when he fondled me. His hand groped my balls and rubbed the smoothness of my Lycra panties.
“Nice. Very sexy.”
“Do you have a house or place to go?”
“Not around here. We could go to the outhouse over there or my car.”
I frowned at the mention of the outhouse.
He responded with “Oh no! The outhouse, it is new. It’s big. I think it’s for handicapped people, it is huge! It’s so clean. It was cleaned out only a few minutes ago and it has been hardly used. Come on its ok lets try it.”
“I don’t know. What about your car?”
“Ok, but it is kind small.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well you seem to be dressed up with no one to blow” he said with a smile and a chuckle, still groping me.
“So you want some head?”
“Yeah I really need some head from a hot t-girl like you. Come on, let’s go.”
“What about your car?”
“It is too small I think, see, look,” he pointed at a little Mazda. It was too small.
I grabbed his cock and it felt good. “What about the restrooms?”
“They are a little dangerous because regular people use them too, at least until about three in the morning. Come on let’s go to the out house.”
I squeezed him and he did the same to me. Then I smiled and said, “Ok, I’ll follow you over and go in with you. But if it is nasty I’m going to walk.”
He smiled and said, “Ok I’ll see you in a moment.”
He headed off back through the cars parked in the dark part of the lot and toward the oversized porti-john. He went in and closed the door. Several heads in the cars were watching me to see what my next move was. I looked around and saw no danger and followed his trail to the john. I walked next to a car with an open window.
As I passed he said, “Hey, I wanna see you, you look hot. Come on and suck my cock. Let me suck you.”
I said nothing and continued to the plastic outhouse. I was drawn by the debauchery and the degradation of the act itself taking place in such a dirty location. I was hard as I walked next to another parked car and saw a man inside furiously jacking his long shiny cock and watching me. I passed one more car and the driver turned his face away and his cocksucking partner sat up straight from his lap and faced out the other window. I didn’t mean to scare them.
I finally reached the plastic door and went in. The guy was standing there, his pants dropped and stroking his long stiff cock. I locked the door and was amazed at how clean it was. Except for some graffiti and a glory hole carved in the right wall, this was a brand new shitter and it smelled like urinal mints and bubblegum. I looked on the floor and it was dry and clean. I could see a part of a condom wrapper on the floor stuck underneath a plastic seam.
“See? It’s not bad at all.”
“Yeah, it’s ok.”
“Now how much do you need?”
“Well, how about twenty bucks for some head,” I said without missing a beat. What the hell, I thought.
“Well, ok, you’re hot so, here you go.” He produced a crisp twenty and handed it to me. I took it and folded it into my right stocking. I felt like such a whore. A cheap, slutty, nasty, toilet whore. I took my position and wrapped my hungry whorifice around his cock. It was a nice clean cut and thick one. He was about seven inches long and very stiff. His pubes were cut close and he smelled of cologne. I sucked on him and worked my mouth back and forth. I opened my lube and upended it into my hand and caught it. Then I closed the tube and started to stroke myself. My mouth made wet noises on his cock and I worked him better than his twenty paid for. After about three minutes of hot sucking he backed away and asked me how much it would be to fuck me. I was half expecting that and said without missing a beat that it was expensive.
“Oh, umm, ok! How about fifty bucks?”
“To do it here? You gotta be k**ding me.”
“Ok I can go as high as, uh,” he opened his wallet and fished around and said, “Umm eighty. How’s eighty?”
“You wanna fuck me, fuck my ass here, in a cold nasty plastic shitter, and you only want to pay me eighty dollars? How much do you have? Come on I’m doing good for you.” I paused and sucked his cock slow and deep and then looked up and added, “You do good for me, ok?” I was really enjoying playing him and I knew that whatever he had I was going to get his nice hard cock up my ass.
“I know, I’m sorry. Look I have eighty, ah, seven dollars. Now that’s plus the twenty I already gave you. Now come on. You are really hot and I want your ass. Please, let me fuck you!”
I looked at him and feigned dismay and then I said “Ok, I’ll take it, but only because you have a nice cock and I wanna get fucked.” With that I snatched the money from his fingers and tucked it into my thigh highs. I reached under and pulled the buttplug out and set it on an ass-gasget. Then I smiled and then turned around. I didn’t realize I was facing the glory hole. I put some more lube in my hand and worked it into my boycunt. I handed back a condom to my shithouse john. He put it on as I massaged my asshole. He put his cockhead against my rim and pushed inward. I felt no pain. The plug was wider than his cock. He felt good inside me. I began moving back and forth into his thrusts. My cock was free and swinging. I reached down and began rubbing the head and shaft slowly and in unison with the anal abuse. He pushed me forward and held my ass. Then he started to fuck me with deep smooth stabbing movements. I moaned quietly and took him in. He grabbed my ass and fucked me like a whore. I felt so good, I was finally being used and tomorrow I would be used again. I moaned as his thrusts pushed up against my g-spot. My hand worked my cock as he fucked my boycunt.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hand and pulling it away from my cock. I looked down and saw someone was reaching through and trying to urge me to the glory hole. I relaxed and took the man in my ass with a whore’s lust. I looked back at him and moaned “Fuck me, ahhh! Fuck me against-haaa- ahh against the wall!”
He pushed me roughly and pinned me against the plastic wall. I moved slightly to the left and found the hole. My cock pushed through and into a warm mouth waiting outside the shack to suck me. I felt an intense lust and degradation. I was being fucked and sucked for $87 in a rest stop out-house dressed like a whore. I was being treated like the cheap whore I often fantasized of. The man in my ass slowed his pumping to a smooth slow penetrating fuck. Then he slammed into me as he came. His cock pushed right into my ass and went slightly beyond my anal g-spot. The pain was intense but offset by the anonymous head job I was receiving. He pulled slightly out and then I shifted so he wouldn’t hurt my ass again. He powerfully slammed me again, but this time he stopped right against my walnut shaped g-spot. It felt so good to be taken like this. I was so slutty. My cock felt so good and was getting close. He kept popping my g-spot and forced me into my orgasm. I could not hold out much longer. The guy who was sucking me could tell and slowed his sucking just a little. The cocksucker’s tongue worked me and took me over the edge. I began to explode. My body pressed against the plastic love shack and I just froze and enjoyed the hot throbs from my crotch. The man behind me pushed in only a few more times and then pulled out. When his cock relieved the pressure in my ass my cock swelled and spit even more cum. The glory hole head giver outside was using his lips to pressure my shaft and draw the cum out of me. The man behind me stripped off the condom in no time and was pulling up his pants as I backed away from the glory hole to finish my orgasm with some personal attention. The man looked at my wet pole and realized that I’d been getting some on both sides. He was expressionless and buttoned his pants before stepping out leaving me to stroke my cock.
I simply did what I always did in a movie booth. I closed and locked the door so I could finish and then fix myself in private. I came hard and hit the plastic door. After my cum stopped flowing I heard the two sets of feet walk away from outside the plastic love shack.
I finished straightening myself as wiped the cum off my hands and cock head. I left my boycunt wet, because I like it that way- nasty. I’d just pulled up my black slightly damp panties when I heard another set of feet approach. I stood up and opened the latch. I pushed open the door and met the eyes of a guy who looked like a trucker who genuinely needed to take a shit. I smiled politely as he passed by. He closed the outhouse door and I heard him mutter, “fucking faggots…”
I didn’t care. I was still in a bit of ecstasy as I walked back across the parking lot through the parked cars. I saw another couple of guys giving head to the drivers of a couple of cars. I walked in between the van and another car. As I was even with the sliding door of the van it unlocked and popped open a few inches. I stopped and peered in to see what was there. I saw the same old pervert I’d seen earlier and then I looked deeper to see a much younger man, possibly a teen, in a sex swing moving back and forth and moaning. The old pervert smiled and opened the door further and let me see the show. His van was actually a portable sex parlor complete with a sex swing, a T.V. playing homoerotic porn, a rack of dildos, and a rack of lubes and condoms.
“Wanna come in?”
“Ok.” I stepped into the van and saw the slender young man was enjoying himself on a long vibrating dildo that was fixed to a jack stand–like contraption placed in the middle of the van floor. He was covered with semen and smelled like stale sex. The young man’s cock was rigid. I watched as the old pervert went around the young man’s upper body and began to lick his cock. The young man looked at me and seemed speechless. He was in rapture. He reached over and started to caress my cock through my panties. Then he grabbed me hard and I saw the old pervert lift his mouth off the young man as his cock came again.
I watched and enjoyed the show. Another pool of semen gathered around his belly button. The old pervert drooled some out of his mouth to add to the mess.
I felt that all the good action was done and I wanted to just leave. He watched me and asked if I wanted to cum on him too, “he loves it- see,” he said pointing to the wet cum drips all over his tummy and chest. I realized that he had several cum loads shot all over him. I smiled politely and explained how I had actually just been fucked a few minutes ago and wasn’t ready. Then I eased my way to the door and said thanks as I opened it up. I stepped down and closed the door and walked to the sidewalk.
A man came up on me an almost scared the shit out of me.
Of course, I had my plug back in.
The man got a huge smile on his face and said, “Your still here! Oh my god!”
I was still in shock and I was wondering who the hell this guy was. Had he seen me go to the porti-potti and wanted to get me in there himself? Was he here when I sucked off that guy before the Mistress pulled up in her car?
“Wow, you look hot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I came back. I can’t believe you are still here!”
I couldn’t figure him out and was ready to cut through the shit. He was a nice-looking man and if he wanted me to suck him off I would, but I wanted to get going and skip all the small talk.
“Oh, you don’t remember. I was the guy that was waving at you when you drove in here. I said you look hot, or something. I was hoping I’d see you. Wow you look even better up close.”
“Oh yeah,” I sort of remembered him. I’d flirted with him as I drove into the rest stop about an hour and a half ago. “So, ah, what did you want to see me for?”
“Well, I couldn’t get you out of my mind so I had to come back and see if you were still here.”
I was a little cold and nervous at that moment standing there dressed like a cheap whore in a black leather miniskirt and an open leather coat exposing my nearly unzipped black leather vest and my black lycra bra underneath. My goose bumps grew on my black sheer stocking clad legs. My toes were almost numb inside the black patent leather heels with ankle straps. They were tall enough to make me as tall as the guy who was trying to pick me up. My expensive auburn hair blew in the wind and another gust seemed to blow straight up against my moist black panty covered crotch.
“Well, I ah I just have a thing for t-girls.”
“Oh, I understand. What is your name?”
“David. What is yours?”
“Call me Rebecca. So what kind of stuff do you like? What really brings you back for me?”
“Well, I was hoping to maybe go somewhere for a while or get your phone number.”
“Well, I am actually running late but if you gave me your phone number I promise I could call you discreetly and we could set up a date or something.”
“Ah, well, I don’t really, I mean I can’t really have you calling me at home. I just had some free time right now and hoped we could maybe get something going together.” He was disappointed.
“Well, it sounds like we are in the same predicament. I have to be someplace soon and I have to get up early to go to work. Do you think I could call you at work or something?”
“Actually, I think that would work well.”
Over the next few minutes we stood next to the picnic table and he discussed preferences and gave me his number. We parted after I squeezed his crotch and told him I would be giving him a call early next week. That jogged his mind and reminded him that his significant other would be gone and he’d have the house to himself. I smiled and squeezed his nice cock again. Then I was inspired to drop to my knees. I quickly unzipped him and gave him a sample of my cocksucking abilities in the darkness of the covered rest stop picnic table. I told him I cold hardly wait and then got up and walked away.
I drove into the rest stop and tried to park in the same area I had been in earlier but it was still full. The van that I’d seen earlier was still parked there but all the other cars seemed to have changed in the last hour. I circled around once again and could not find a spot anywhere near the area I needed. The only area that was well lit was the restroom and tourist information area at the middle of the rest stop and the entrance from the highway. I passed around to the other side of the lot that was directly across and parked in a good location about 50 feet away. I spied to see those who were going to leave or just walk around. I stopped and shut off my engine. I watched. After a minute I noticed the rain had stopped. Then I saw a head poke up out the front lap of a guy who was parked on the driver’s side of a car. A moment later he got out of the car and walked back toward the restrooms. The man in the car who had just been sucked off just sat there.
I watched for a while. Then I remembered that I needed to fix my makeup and clean off the Mistress G’s driver’s cum. I retrieved my purse and my bag full of stuff from the back seat and got out my makeup. I turned on my dome-light and went to work. I took a few minutes and made my cheeks nice and blushed and my lips nice and dark red. I touched up my dark eyeliner and shadow. I added more black mascara and finished off with some shiny gloss on my lips.
I didn’t realize the way my light had gathered the attention of the rest-stop-cock patrons like moths to a lamp. I turned off my lamp to see men in every car across the small park leering at me. Well, isn’t that nice, I thought…
A few minutes later I decided that I needed to take a piss and show my wares. I decided that the men’s room was probably not the best choice and decided to simply go to the back of my car and use it to block everyone’s view. I opened my door and walked back in the wet night air. I lifted my black leather miniskirt and exposed the tops of my thigh-high clad legs above my shiny strappy high-heels. I adjusted one of the garters attached to my black leather cincher and lifted the stocking that had descended during my services in the Mistress’s car. I pulled my black lycra panties to the side and pulled out my semi erect seven and three-quarters of thick pearly white cock. I pissed next to my car and felt the pressure caused in my crotch by the cock-shaped black anal plug that was up inside me. I finished and tucked my cock back in the front of my panties and pushed my skirt back down. I rubbed my cock through the smooth leather and then checked my leather vest to see if my black Lycra bra was exposed and showing my silicon tit enhancers. I lowered the zipper to make it even with the center of the bra and then checked my black choker. I reached inside each sleeve at the shoulder to find the tops to my shoulder length gloves and pulled them up one at a time.
I saw a guy and then a second guy get out of their cars and keep staring at me. I walked over to one of the nearby covered picnic tables and placed one leg up on a seat at a time to check my shoes. I was just showing my legs to the crowd. Another guy got out of his car and slowly walked over toward my table. He went to another nearby table and looked at me. I looked away and then peered back at him. He smiled and I smiled back letting know he was not going to be rejected. He was medium height and fairly nice looking. He wore glasses and had a dark goatee that clashed with his silver hair. He wore a leather jacket and had on nice jeans.
He checked his shoes and stood up looking at me and said, “Nice night.”
“Well, it has potential.” I said.
He bit and said “potential for what?”
“Well, potential for fun, I guess. What are you out here for?”
“Well, I ah, guess I’m looking for some fun too…”
“MmmHmm. What kind of fun did you have in mind?”
“Well, I ah,” he paused his sentence to put his right thumb in his in his right pocket and rub his shaft through his jeans with his fingers. “I ah, I am just looking for something fun to do, I guess.”
I watched him and saw from the way he was rubbing himself that he was adequately equipped. I took a quick look around before I answered and then I said, “Well, I’ve been told that I’m fun to do.” I flashed him a hot slutty smile and saw that he was a bit stunned. I added “Mmm Hmm, well that looks like it could be some fun.”
He looked up and saw me looking at him rub his cock. He came over closer and said, “Are you a cop?”
“No honey, are you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Baby, can you prove it for me?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure. How?”
“Well, if you are a cop you cannot expose yourself to me and you cannot touch me, so come here and show me that you’re not a cop.”
He came up very close now and unzipped his pants and put his rigid cock in my hand. Then he reached underneath my skirt and felt me out. He raised his eyebrows when he found my cock and smiled even more when he squeezed my hard shaft. I breathed out and lowered my eyelids in lust when he fondled me. His hand groped my balls and rubbed the smoothness of my Lycra panties.
“Nice. Very sexy.”
“Do you have a house or place to go?”
“Not around here. We could go to the outhouse over there or my car.”
I frowned at the mention of the outhouse.
He responded with “Oh no! The outhouse, it is new. It’s big. I think it’s for handicapped people, it is huge! It’s so clean. It was cleaned out only a few minutes ago and it has been hardly used. Come on its ok lets try it.”
“I don’t know. What about your car?”
“Ok, but it is kind small.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well you seem to be dressed up with no one to blow” he said with a smile and a chuckle, still groping me.
“So you want some head?”
“Yeah I really need some head from a hot t-girl like you. Come on, let’s go.”
“What about your car?”
“It is too small I think, see, look,” he pointed at a little Mazda. It was too small.
I grabbed his cock and it felt good. “What about the restrooms?”
“They are a little dangerous because regular people use them too, at least until about three in the morning. Come on let’s go to the out house.”
I squeezed him and he did the same to me. Then I smiled and said, “Ok, I’ll follow you over and go in with you. But if it is nasty I’m going to walk.”
He smiled and said, “Ok I’ll see you in a moment.”
He headed off back through the cars parked in the dark part of the lot and toward the oversized porti-john. He went in and closed the door. Several heads in the cars were watching me to see what my next move was. I looked around and saw no danger and followed his trail to the john. I walked next to a car with an open window.
As I passed he said, “Hey, I wanna see you, you look hot. Come on and suck my cock. Let me suck you.”
I said nothing and continued to the plastic outhouse. I was drawn by the debauchery and the degradation of the act itself taking place in such a dirty location. I was hard as I walked next to another parked car and saw a man inside furiously jacking his long shiny cock and watching me. I passed one more car and the driver turned his face away and his cocksucking partner sat up straight from his lap and faced out the other window. I didn’t mean to scare them.
I finally reached the plastic door and went in. The guy was standing there, his pants dropped and stroking his long stiff cock. I locked the door and was amazed at how clean it was. Except for some graffiti and a glory hole carved in the right wall, this was a brand new shitter and it smelled like urinal mints and bubblegum. I looked on the floor and it was dry and clean. I could see a part of a condom wrapper on the floor stuck underneath a plastic seam.
“See? It’s not bad at all.”
“Yeah, it’s ok.”
“Now how much do you need?”
“Well, how about twenty bucks for some head,” I said without missing a beat. What the hell, I thought.
“Well, ok, you’re hot so, here you go.” He produced a crisp twenty and handed it to me. I took it and folded it into my right stocking. I felt like such a whore. A cheap, slutty, nasty, toilet whore. I took my position and wrapped my hungry whorifice around his cock. It was a nice clean cut and thick one. He was about seven inches long and very stiff. His pubes were cut close and he smelled of cologne. I sucked on him and worked my mouth back and forth. I opened my lube and upended it into my hand and caught it. Then I closed the tube and started to stroke myself. My mouth made wet noises on his cock and I worked him better than his twenty paid for. After about three minutes of hot sucking he backed away and asked me how much it would be to fuck me. I was half expecting that and said without missing a beat that it was expensive.
“Oh, umm, ok! How about fifty bucks?”
“To do it here? You gotta be k**ding me.”
“Ok I can go as high as, uh,” he opened his wallet and fished around and said, “Umm eighty. How’s eighty?”
“You wanna fuck me, fuck my ass here, in a cold nasty plastic shitter, and you only want to pay me eighty dollars? How much do you have? Come on I’m doing good for you.” I paused and sucked his cock slow and deep and then looked up and added, “You do good for me, ok?” I was really enjoying playing him and I knew that whatever he had I was going to get his nice hard cock up my ass.
“I know, I’m sorry. Look I have eighty, ah, seven dollars. Now that’s plus the twenty I already gave you. Now come on. You are really hot and I want your ass. Please, let me fuck you!”
I looked at him and feigned dismay and then I said “Ok, I’ll take it, but only because you have a nice cock and I wanna get fucked.” With that I snatched the money from his fingers and tucked it into my thigh highs. I reached under and pulled the buttplug out and set it on an ass-gasget. Then I smiled and then turned around. I didn’t realize I was facing the glory hole. I put some more lube in my hand and worked it into my boycunt. I handed back a condom to my shithouse john. He put it on as I massaged my asshole. He put his cockhead against my rim and pushed inward. I felt no pain. The plug was wider than his cock. He felt good inside me. I began moving back and forth into his thrusts. My cock was free and swinging. I reached down and began rubbing the head and shaft slowly and in unison with the anal abuse. He pushed me forward and held my ass. Then he started to fuck me with deep smooth stabbing movements. I moaned quietly and took him in. He grabbed my ass and fucked me like a whore. I felt so good, I was finally being used and tomorrow I would be used again. I moaned as his thrusts pushed up against my g-spot. My hand worked my cock as he fucked my boycunt.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hand and pulling it away from my cock. I looked down and saw someone was reaching through and trying to urge me to the glory hole. I relaxed and took the man in my ass with a whore’s lust. I looked back at him and moaned “Fuck me, ahhh! Fuck me against-haaa- ahh against the wall!”
He pushed me roughly and pinned me against the plastic wall. I moved slightly to the left and found the hole. My cock pushed through and into a warm mouth waiting outside the shack to suck me. I felt an intense lust and degradation. I was being fucked and sucked for $87 in a rest stop out-house dressed like a whore. I was being treated like the cheap whore I often fantasized of. The man in my ass slowed his pumping to a smooth slow penetrating fuck. Then he slammed into me as he came. His cock pushed right into my ass and went slightly beyond my anal g-spot. The pain was intense but offset by the anonymous head job I was receiving. He pulled slightly out and then I shifted so he wouldn’t hurt my ass again. He powerfully slammed me again, but this time he stopped right against my walnut shaped g-spot. It felt so good to be taken like this. I was so slutty. My cock felt so good and was getting close. He kept popping my g-spot and forced me into my orgasm. I could not hold out much longer. The guy who was sucking me could tell and slowed his sucking just a little. The cocksucker’s tongue worked me and took me over the edge. I began to explode. My body pressed against the plastic love shack and I just froze and enjoyed the hot throbs from my crotch. The man behind me pushed in only a few more times and then pulled out. When his cock relieved the pressure in my ass my cock swelled and spit even more cum. The glory hole head giver outside was using his lips to pressure my shaft and draw the cum out of me. The man behind me stripped off the condom in no time and was pulling up his pants as I backed away from the glory hole to finish my orgasm with some personal attention. The man looked at my wet pole and realized that I’d been getting some on both sides. He was expressionless and buttoned his pants before stepping out leaving me to stroke my cock.
I simply did what I always did in a movie booth. I closed and locked the door so I could finish and then fix myself in private. I came hard and hit the plastic door. After my cum stopped flowing I heard the two sets of feet walk away from outside the plastic love shack.
I finished straightening myself as wiped the cum off my hands and cock head. I left my boycunt wet, because I like it that way- nasty. I’d just pulled up my black slightly damp panties when I heard another set of feet approach. I stood up and opened the latch. I pushed open the door and met the eyes of a guy who looked like a trucker who genuinely needed to take a shit. I smiled politely as he passed by. He closed the outhouse door and I heard him mutter, “fucking faggots…”
I didn’t care. I was still in a bit of ecstasy as I walked back across the parking lot through the parked cars. I saw another couple of guys giving head to the drivers of a couple of cars. I walked in between the van and another car. As I was even with the sliding door of the van it unlocked and popped open a few inches. I stopped and peered in to see what was there. I saw the same old pervert I’d seen earlier and then I looked deeper to see a much younger man, possibly a teen, in a sex swing moving back and forth and moaning. The old pervert smiled and opened the door further and let me see the show. His van was actually a portable sex parlor complete with a sex swing, a T.V. playing homoerotic porn, a rack of dildos, and a rack of lubes and condoms.
“Wanna come in?”
“Ok.” I stepped into the van and saw the slender young man was enjoying himself on a long vibrating dildo that was fixed to a jack stand–like contraption placed in the middle of the van floor. He was covered with semen and smelled like stale sex. The young man’s cock was rigid. I watched as the old pervert went around the young man’s upper body and began to lick his cock. The young man looked at me and seemed speechless. He was in rapture. He reached over and started to caress my cock through my panties. Then he grabbed me hard and I saw the old pervert lift his mouth off the young man as his cock came again.
I watched and enjoyed the show. Another pool of semen gathered around his belly button. The old pervert drooled some out of his mouth to add to the mess.
I felt that all the good action was done and I wanted to just leave. He watched me and asked if I wanted to cum on him too, “he loves it- see,” he said pointing to the wet cum drips all over his tummy and chest. I realized that he had several cum loads shot all over him. I smiled politely and explained how I had actually just been fucked a few minutes ago and wasn’t ready. Then I eased my way to the door and said thanks as I opened it up. I stepped down and closed the door and walked to the sidewalk.
A man came up on me an almost scared the shit out of me.
Of course, I had my plug back in.
The man got a huge smile on his face and said, “Your still here! Oh my god!”
I was still in shock and I was wondering who the hell this guy was. Had he seen me go to the porti-potti and wanted to get me in there himself? Was he here when I sucked off that guy before the Mistress pulled up in her car?
“Wow, you look hot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I came back. I can’t believe you are still here!”
I couldn’t figure him out and was ready to cut through the shit. He was a nice-looking man and if he wanted me to suck him off I would, but I wanted to get going and skip all the small talk.
“Oh, you don’t remember. I was the guy that was waving at you when you drove in here. I said you look hot, or something. I was hoping I’d see you. Wow you look even better up close.”
“Oh yeah,” I sort of remembered him. I’d flirted with him as I drove into the rest stop about an hour and a half ago. “So, ah, what did you want to see me for?”
“Well, I couldn’t get you out of my mind so I had to come back and see if you were still here.”
I was a little cold and nervous at that moment standing there dressed like a cheap whore in a black leather miniskirt and an open leather coat exposing my nearly unzipped black leather vest and my black lycra bra underneath. My goose bumps grew on my black sheer stocking clad legs. My toes were almost numb inside the black patent leather heels with ankle straps. They were tall enough to make me as tall as the guy who was trying to pick me up. My expensive auburn hair blew in the wind and another gust seemed to blow straight up against my moist black panty covered crotch.
“Well, I ah I just have a thing for t-girls.”
“Oh, I understand. What is your name?”
“David. What is yours?”
“Call me Rebecca. So what kind of stuff do you like? What really brings you back for me?”
“Well, I was hoping to maybe go somewhere for a while or get your phone number.”
“Well, I am actually running late but if you gave me your phone number I promise I could call you discreetly and we could set up a date or something.”
“Ah, well, I don’t really, I mean I can’t really have you calling me at home. I just had some free time right now and hoped we could maybe get something going together.” He was disappointed.
“Well, it sounds like we are in the same predicament. I have to be someplace soon and I have to get up early to go to work. Do you think I could call you at work or something?”
“Actually, I think that would work well.”
Over the next few minutes we stood next to the picnic table and he discussed preferences and gave me his number. We parted after I squeezed his crotch and told him I would be giving him a call early next week. That jogged his mind and reminded him that his significant other would be gone and he’d have the house to himself. I smiled and squeezed his nice cock again. Then I was inspired to drop to my knees. I quickly unzipped him and gave him a sample of my cocksucking abilities in the darkness of the covered rest stop picnic table. I told him I cold hardly wait and then got up and walked away.
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