He didn’t care that I was a cheap phone sex whore on the side. He only cared about how good I was down on his dick in the parking lot of the truck stop. See, I have a natural love for sucking cock and I love getting a huge cum shot right in my mouth. He took my head and pushed it down roughly as he rolled that pipe over my head and told me to fucking take him deeper as my nose kissed his ball sack repeatedly. I was trying to breath between his cock sliding down my throat and his hits off his meth pipe. Once he blew his load down my throat he released me to be able to breathe normally. “Get out of my truck whore!” he screamed. I stuck out my hand for my money and he slapped me across the face and told me that my cock sucking left much to be desired. I was pushed out of the truck landing on my ass in the rain. I was pissed, I didn’t even get a hit off that pipe.
I don’t mind free blow jobs, I love cum, but I needed a fix and the truck stop was popping.
This isn’t my regular hooking spot, but I had decided to try something new and I regretted it at that moment. Cum would feed a cheap phone chat slut, but it wouldn’t feed my offspring and so I began my walk of the rigs. This time with my tits out and looking for a good paying John, Speed or money would do the trick quickly. Well I would be doing the tricks. And then a nice big black guy was climbing in his truck with his pizza from the eatery. He took one look at me and told me that he would be leaving soon but if i could take 13 inches that he would pay me upfront and I couldn’t back out. That was something I would wholeheartedly take on without question.