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Weeks 3-5

 

 

Not much has happened in the last couple
of weeks, other than I've been very busy sucking dick and fucking fat
truckers.  Big Frank's truck stop has had a noticeable jump in business since I
started sleeping in his extra room and to be honest, I've been starting to feel
a bit like he's taking advantage of me.  Yes, he lets me live in this room
without paying rent and eat for free at the restaurant, but he doesn't give me
anything else.  I have no money to do anything with in the little time I have
to myself, and what's worse is that means I also can't save any money in order
to ever stop doing this.  I'm starting to feel like a prostitute with a big fat
pimp.  I'm going to talk to Frank and let him know I want to start getting paid
something or I'm hitching the next ride out of here.  Wouldn't be hard to go
any place in the country, really, since I'm obviously willing to use my body as
currency and these truckers are all buying what I have to sell.

 

Week 6

 

 

So I spoke to Frank and he actually ended
up agreeing with me and paying me an extra $75 a week on top of the room and
board.  I'm pretty happy, that's the most I've ever made doing anything.  I
guess Frank is doing better than I thought. 

 

The only downside is that he said that if
he was going to pay me he would expect that I would start to go "above and
beyond".  I asked what he meant by that, but he wasn't very explicit.  He
just mumbled something about how he'd been sheltering me from the worst of it
but that if I wanted to make money then I could start doing the real
"dirty work".  I still have no clue what he means as not much has
changed this week. 

 

Week 7

 

 

So I finally understand what Frank was
talking about and I'm wondering whether I should go back to our old
arrangement.  I'm not sure $75 is really worth some of the shit I've had to put
up with this week, and I use the word "shit" intentionally.

 

It started a few days ago when he sent me
up to the shower room but told me that someone was already waiting for me up
there.  That was a bit different, since from what I understood, the general
excitement that guys were getting from the glory hole was that of the unknown. 
It could be anyone back there sucking their dick, and that person could do
anything with them.  Of course, most of them knew that I was the one back
there, but even still, these big burly truckers were naked and vulnerable and
at the mercy of someone less than half their size. 

 

Still, if the guy wanted to see me first
then that was fine.  I was pretty proud of the way I looked.  I climbed the
stairs to the top and let myself into the room.  The small changing area was
empty, so I figured the guy was in the shower or something, although I didn't
hear the water running. 

 

"Umm, hello?" I called out.

 

"In here," I heard a man grunt
out.  His voice sounded a bit strained, as if he was lifting something.  I
walked into the shower area but as I did I had to pass by the little alcove that
held the toilet.  From the corner of my eye I saw movement, so I turned to
look.

 

"Oh my god," I exclaimed,
"I'm so sorry.  I didn't know you were..."  There was a tall man
sitting with his pants around his ankles and a look on his face that told me he
was clearly in the middle of doing his business.  I started to turn around but
he called out to stop me.

 

"Wait," he said. 

 

I paused, already turned away from him to
make my way out the door. 

 

"Come here," he said.

 

What?  "Umm, excuse me?" I
asked, still not moving.

 

"Come over here," his voice was
a little firmer now.

 

I wasn't sure what he wanted, maybe he was
out of toilet paper or something?  I started to walk backwards but he stopped
that as well.

 

"Turn around."

 

I slowly spun on my heel and looked at
him.  I could tell he was tall because of how much his upper body towered over
the toilet and how far his knees stuck out in the position they were in.  He
was actually pretty solidly built as well, not fat like a lot of the other
truckers.  He had on a jean jacket and a plaid shirt, but his pants and
underwear were pushed right down around his tan work boots.   He also had very
hairy legs and knees.

 

I inched my way forward and all of a
sudden was hit by the smell.  As if there had been any doubt before, it was now
even more clear that this man had either just taken a massive shit or was in
the middle of one and I was not too happy at having to walk forward through his
stench curtain.  Trying to breathe out of my mouth, I continued on until I stood
in front of him.

 

"Take off your top," he said,
his voice was deep and gravelly.

 

Was he kidding?  He wanted me to take off
my clothes while he sat there and took a shit?  What kind of weird multi
tasking fetish was this?  When I didn't move he repeated himself.  I thought
about just leaving but didn't want to face Frank.  I didn't think he'd kick me
out for refusing this but he may stop wanting to pay me.  Apparently this was
part of the "dirty work" he had mentioned.

 

I slowly reached down to the hem of my
t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head.  I looked around for somewhere to
put it, not wanting it to touch the floor of this little bathroom.  As there
was nowhere to hang it, I threw it behind me and into the change room where it
was at least a little bit cleaner. 

 

The man looked up at me hungrily, nodding
at me to continue.  I reached up and unclipped my bra from the front and pulled
the sides apart, letting my B cup tits fall free with a little bounce.  I was
pretty proud of my boobs, they had very little sag and were topped with tiny
cute nipples that men seemed to love to suck.  I loved it as well as they were
incredibly sensitive.

 

The man's eyes widened as he saw them come
free and he reached down between his legs and brought up his dick.  I could see
a wetness at the end that I suspected wasn't pre-cum.   I tossed my bra back
towards my shirt and looked back at the man.  He was slowly stroking his cock
and looking up at me expectantly.

 

"Suck me," he said.

 

Was he really serious?  I was almost gagging
at the smell from his ass and he wanted me to give him a blow job?  I almost
felt like Frank was going to walk out from around the corner at any moment,
laughing at how he almost had me, but I knew that fat fuck was too big to hide
anywhere in this small space.

 

  Again I had to decide if this was worth
it and again I came to the same conclusion.  I dropped to my knees, hoping I
could just breath out of my mouth and get this over with quickly.  The dick in
front of me wasn't even fully erect yet, although the big man's hand was
continuing to stroke it.  I reached up and took over, giving a few quicker tugs
that seemed to do the trick much better.  As I ran my hand up to the head, I
wiped along the top to get the rest of his piss off of it.  I could wash my
hands later with soap a lot easier than my mouth. 

 

The cock on this guy wasn't overly long,
but it was very thick and I couldn't even reach my fingers all the way around
the base.  His heavy balls hung low and fell between his thighs.  Still breathing
out of my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down his shaft.  He
gave a little grunt that I took as satisfaction so I continued to lick for a
few more moments, getting him wet with my saliva.  I raised up on my knees a
bit further and put my lips against the head, ready to start sucking.  I heard
another grunt and his hand touched the back of my head, but then I heard a plop
coming from below.

 

He was still actively shitting as I licked
him!  It was just about the last straw and I was about to stop but as he felt
me start to lift, his hand pulled me back down roughly.  I opened my mouth to
protest which was a mistake as he pushed down harder and forced his dick into
my mouth.  I heard another splash and another grunt. 

 

I decided to just get this over with as
soon as possible so I started to swirl my tongue around his shaft, his hand
eased off as he felt me going to work.  I drew my lips up and down and grabbed
the base with my hand to use that to keep the pressure every time I rose.  I realized
that I wasn't going to be able to take a breath with my mouth around his
thickness, so I had to resume breathing from my nose.  I almost gagged at the
stench as soon as I did, but instead started to work his dick faster in the
hopes of ending this encounter as soon as I could.

 

I kept increasing my speed and using my
hand to stimulate his shaft.  Normally I'd play with a guy's nuts as well but
his were tucked too tightly between his legs so I couldn't get at them. 
Nevertheless, it wasn't too long before he started breathing heavily and
letting out little sounds of pleasure, one hand had returned to my head and was
holding my hair but thankfully not forcing me deeper than I wanted to go.  I
felt him grab my hair roughly just as his body stiffened and his cock swelled,
finally shooting a load deep into my mouth and right against the back of my
throat.  I swallowed what I could, still trying not to gag from the smell and
continued to rub him with my hand, milking every drop until he finally pulled
me back by my hair to get me off of his dick.

 

As soon as I was free, I stood up and left
the room, trying hard not to run.  I grabbed my clothes and let the room before
even putting them on, closing the door behind me and breathing in the fresh air
of the stairwell leading down towards the truck stop.  It had never smelled so
clean before. 

 

I told Frank about it later that night and
he just laughed and told me that this was the kind of thing he was talking
about.  People had asked for stuff like this before and he had always told them
no, even when they offered to pay him for it.  But now that he was paying me,
he decided we would start accepting those extra jobs.  He asked me if I still
wanted to be paid and I told him I did.  Now that the whole thing was over, I
figured it wasn't bad enough to give up the paycheque.  A blowjob was a
blowjob, even if I had to do it in a sewer. 

 

Before I left, he told me that what had
just happened was called a Blumpkin.  I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the
fact that he knew that or the fact that it was a common enough act to have been
named.

 

The rest of the week was fairly
uneventful, although I had graduated up from just giving blowjobs through the
glory hole to letting guys fuck me through it.  It required a little bit more
skill and balance, and only worked with the more endowed truckers, but I
actually preferred it over the blow jobs.  For one, it gave my jaw a break, but
more importantly, if I rubbed my clit at the same time I was often able to cum
as well.  Usually not during or at the same time, but once they left it would
sometimes only take a few minutes of standing in the darkness with their cum
dribbling down my leg to finish myself off.

 

Week 8

 

 

The most interesting incident this week
happened a couple of days ago.   Frank was back at my room pounding on the door
to tell me someone was asking for me to come on back to their truck.  Nothing
new there, but the smirk on his face told me something was up.  I asked him
what was going on but he just told me it was a repeat customer.  This was also
pretty standard, since many of his truckers were now regulars that came back
specifically to be with me.  Some of them I even sort of liked.

 

He directed me to a big black 27 footer
that I hadn't seen before.  Often some of these guys had a little bed in the
back of their cab that they would use to take naps in during long hauls after
pulling off to the side of the road.  That's where my encounters with them
usually took place. 

 

I pulled myself up the side of the truck to
the open window and peered in, it was dark so I couldn't tell if anyone was in
the back.  "Come on in," I heard a familiar voice say.  I wasn't sure
which of the countless truckers it was, though.  Not one of my regulars, but
certainly someone I had already met.  I opened the door and got in, shutting it
behind me.  A light turned on in the back and I blinked in surprise.  It was my
bathroom friend from last week.  Fabulous.  I looked around quickly but didn't
see a toilet.  Maybe I was safe.

 

"Hi," I said.

 

He responded by reaching out and grabbing
my arm, pulling me forward.  He was sitting on a little cot, already stripped
down to just his underwear.  I could see now that the hair I had noticed on his
thighs and knees last week also extended up and across his chest and arms.  I
stood between his legs and he reached up to grab my tits, giving them a firm
squeeze and letting out a satisfactory grunt. 

 

"Take this off," he said,
pulling at my shirt.  So much for small talk.  I pulled off my shirt and then
removed my bra, having been down this road with him before.  His hands went
back to my chest and started to pull at my nipples.  Not hard enough to hurt,
but it got my attention and they hardened quickly.   Pulling me forward by the
tits, he brought one to his mouth and started to lick my nipple while his other
hand continued playing with my other one.  Despite his oddness, he was actually
pretty good with his tongue.  I put my hands on his head and ran my fingers
through his thick black hair as he sucked.

 

He switched sides with his mouth, starting
to tongue my other nipple while his hands fell to my pants and started to undo
them.  When he had loosened them enough, he yanked them down roughly, taking my
panties along with them and exposing my light bush to the air.  His mouth
continued on me for a few more minutes as I felt his fingers lightly brushing
through my pubes and rubbing gently against my vulva.  I could feel my pussy
starting to moisten and I was actually looking forward to him sliding that big thick
cock into me, having almost forgotten our last unsavoury encounter. 

 

His mouth left my chest and his hands
pulled back to his own waist.  He lifted his ass up a bit and slid his
underwear to his feet, giving them a little flick and sending them flying to
the far corner of the cab.  He pulled my arms until I dropped to my knees and
continued to guide me towards his cock.  It was already half hard, so I just
grabbed it and started to suck, hoping I could get him up quickly and shove him
into my anxious pussy.

 

I felt him firm up in my mouth and then
heard him speak again with his low raspy voice.  "Lick my balls."

 

I took my mouth off of his dick and
started to lick my way down to his sac.  I got down to his balls and pressed my
tongue into the wrinkly flesh, wiggling it around before taking one testicle
into my mouth and sucking gently at it.  He tasted of sweat and smelled musky,
but in my already aroused state I found the manliness of him erotic.

 

"Lower," I heard him say.  I let
his ball fall from my mouth and started to tongue the bottom of his sac,
tickling his taint lightly every time I dipped down far enough.  I felt him
shift his weight around and then he pulled his knees up onto the cot, letting
himself spread before me.  "Lower," he said again.

 

I wasn't sure how I could go much lower
without sticking my tongue up his ass and then it hit me.  That's exactly what
he was looking for.  First the toilet suck and now he was looking for a rim
job.  What was it with this guy and his ass?

 

I was again at a crossroads.  This wasn't
something I had ever done before, and I certainly wasn't eager to try.  But
again I wasn't too willing to upset Frank and put my money in jeopardy.  I had
already blown this guy as he took a dump last week, was this much worse?  I'd
heard about rim jobs before and it wasn't like I'd be the first one with my
tongue up a guys ass.

 

I felt his hand at the top of my head
again, urging me lower and decided I may as well go for it.  I pushed across
his taint and tentatively circled his tight ring and was answered with an
immediate groan of pleasure.  I continued to lick around his hole, surprised
that I didn't taste anything too foul.  I did, however, smell an odor that
wasn't entirely pleasant, but nowhere near as bad as last week. 

 

His hand remained on my head so I knew he
wanted me to continue.  I licked a bit more and then pressed firmly against his
opening, wriggling against its tightness until he relaxed and let me enter.  As
soon as I did, he pulled hard against my head and caused my tongue to go even
deeper as he let out a huge groan of satisfaction. 

 

I continued to fuck his ass with my tongue
as he lifted up one of my hands and placed it around his cock.  Taking the
hint, I started to rub his shaft in time with my oral thrusts, continuing for a
few minutes until he grabbed me by both sides of the head and pulled me off. 

 

He put his feet back on the floor and
pulled me around the waist, swinging me around and dropping me heavily on his
bed face down.  He climbed up on top of me and I felt him position his thick
cockhead at the entrance to my still wet pussy and then thrust sharply forward,
burying himself deep within me.  I let out a scream that was part pleasure and
part pain as my insides adjusted to his sudden girth.  

 

The trucker had his hands on the bed on
either side of me to support himself, yet I could still feel the weight of his
hips on my ass with each plunge.  His movements were wild and fast and I could
tell he was already on the verge of orgasm.  I snaked my hand down underneath
my body and touched my clit, not wanting to be left behind. 

 

I felt him slide out for a moment and move
back, and then his strong hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto my
knees, my weight leaning forward against my forearm and elbow.  As soon as he
could, he pushed his cock back into me and continued to thrust, now resting on
his own knees and sitting up.  His hands grabbed the globes of my ass and
spread my cheeks apart.  I looked back at him and saw him staring down at my
own puckered hole as he continued to ravage my pussy with his cock.  I knew
from his speed he wasn't far away and I quickened the pace on my clit, rubbing
in circles and using my own leaking juices as lubricant. 

 

I put my head back down on the arm that
was supporting my front side and closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm approach.  I
didn't always come with these truckers but something about this encounter had
turned me on more than usual.  I wanted to believe it was his original nipple
play, but I suspected I had actually gotten off on licking his ass more than I
wanted to admit. 

 

A sudden pressure on my butt caused my
eyes to snap open.  The trucker's pace had continued unbroken and I was amazed
he still hadn't come, but when I looked back I saw him worming his finger into
my rear.  It was another experience I wasn't use to.  I'd had men try before,
but I usually rebuffed them.  Somehow, after everything I had been through with
this guy, I just let him go for it.  I instinctively knew that this was
something he needed and, indeed, as soon as he got about a knuckle deep he let
out a huge roar and I felt his cock spasm hard, letting loose a rush of sperm
that coated my insides in warmth. 

 

His big thick cock had swelled as he came,
and with the extra finger up my ass I never felt so full in my life.  With one
last wet pinch on my clit I felt my own orgasm overtake me.  I buried my face
into his blanket and let out a scream of ecstasy, my body shuddering along with
his still twitching dick. 

 

Eventually he collapsed down next to me,
both his finger and his dick sliding out of my wet holes and leaving me feeling
a little bit empty.  We lay there panting for a few minutes and then I finally
just got up and dressed.  He said nothing more to me, and I had nothing to say
to him, and so I left.

 

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