My name is Tracy, and my husband Ed and I are twenty-three years old and live in a suburb of Baton Rouge with our six-month-old son. We met at the petrochemical company where we both worked until I was laid off. When we were both working our combined wages were enough to afford the home we purchased, but we couldn’t afford it after I lost my job.
I got that job right out of high school and worked in the office as a production clerk. With just a high school education and my only experience being specific to that company, I didn’t have the credentials to find other gainful employment. Ed has a good blue-collar job, but with only a high school education himself, his earning potential is limited.
After looking for jobs in the same industry for several weeks with no success, I was getting discouraged. Then a friend of mine suggested that I try to find a waitress job, at least temporarily, since I had some experience with that in high school. So, I started looking and within a week I had an interview with the manager of the diner at a truck stop in Port Allen, which is just outside of Baton Rouge.
He liked my previous experience and was very complimentary of my appearance. He explained that the competition was fierce among the many truck stops in the area, and one of the ways they competed was to hire attractive waitresses. The job also required a rather skimpy uniform of tight, Lycra shorts and a tight t-shirt with the truck stop’s logo on the front.
I don’t mean to brag, but I have to admit that it was my looks and not the experience that got me that job. I 'm five feet five inches tall and weigh one hundred and ten pounds, having regained my shape after the birth of our son. I also have shoulder length brunette hair and sparkling blue eyes. But I think my best features are my D-cup breasts that are now DDs since I’m breast feeding our son, and my labia and pubis are prominent which gives me an obvious and sexy camel toe in those tight shorts. My ass is also tight and full, so I present a very nice package.
Ed has always been complimentary of my looks and often encourages me to dress in a revealing way both at home and in public. He loves watching the other men drooling over my body, so I felt sure that he wouldn’t object to the skimpy uniform. When he got home from work I was standing by the front door in those tight shorts and t-shirt. He just stood there with his mouth open.
I said, “Good news, honey. I got that waitress job at the truck stop, and this is my uniform. Do you like it? The manager is a big black guy and he wants us to dress like this to help them attract the drivers and compete with the other truck stops. Or do you think it's a little too skimpy?”
The he said, “Tracy, I’m so proud of you for getting that job, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look better or sexier. Those customers will really be getting an eyeful. I know that if I was around you there I’d have a constant hard on. Damn, baby, those clothes are so tight that I can see the imprints of the hair on your pussy lips, and your nipples are sticking out like thumbs on top of those huge tits, and I can even see the little bumps on your areolas. What will they be paying you?”
I said, “They pay the minimum wage for tipped employees which is two dollars and thirteen cents per hour, plus I get my tips. The employer is supposed to pay a combined minimum equivalent to seven twenty-five per hour if the tips aren’t high enough, but I doubt that they will really pay that. I’ll have to work hard, and even then, it will be hard to replace the fifteen dollars per hour that I was making at the plant. I’ll be working the 3:00 pm to 8:00 pm dinner shift to start. I’ll take the baby to mom’s and give him his last feeding before work, and you’ll need to pick him up on the way home.”
It was clear that Ed wasn’t kidding about how I looked in my outfit. He was really turned on that night and he sucked milk from my tits and fucked me twice. He ate his own cum from my pussy as usual, but he seemed especially hungry for it. I could only guess the thought of those other men seeing me in that outfit was driving him crazy.
I started work the next day, and I was embarrassed at first wearing that tight, revealing outfit. But since the other girls were also dressed that way, I soon got comfortable with it. I was assigned the section of booths the farthest from the kitchen and near the door since I was the new girl. My service must have been good because I was making what some of the girls considered to be very good tips, but I was still only averaging about sixty dollars per shift, including the minimum wage.
Many of the drivers were gentlemen and treated me with respect, but others were crude and made comments to me about my tits, pussy and ass. Some even took liberties to touch my tits and ass, and I tried to ignore them. Quite a few of them also invited me to come to their trucks after my shift, saying they could show me how it was to be with a real man. But I just used humor to turn them down.
It was a fine line to flirt to keep them happy, so I could get good tips, but not to go too far and make them think I would really go with them to their trucks. After all, we were wearing those skimpy outfits to entice the drivers to come to our diner, encouraging them to fantasize about being able to connect with one of the waitresses. Some of the guys even convinced me to look at the large cock lumps in their jeans, and I have to admit that some of them looked very big and got my pussy wet.
Each night when I got home, I always told Ed about the men who propositioned me and how they touched me. He liked hearing how I turned those men on with my body, and he got very excited when I told him how some of their cocks looked huge running down their legs, and how that got me wet.
On those nights when I had especially good stories to tell about those men, we would fuck for hours, always ending with him sucking his own cum from my cunt. I was surprised that Ed was so supportive of those men propositioning me, but for some reason it really turned him on. It was almost like he was encouraging me to go with them.
He would typically say, “Holy fuck, Tracy, it's so hot that those men have hard cocks from talking with you and seeing you in that outfit, and even touching your tits and ass. Just imagine how badly they want to fuck you, and what it would be like to be with them and those big cocks in their sleeper cabs.”
There's a girl who looks to be my age and who looked familiar and came in to use the bathroom and sit in my section for coffee for a few minutes about every two hours or so. I saw through the windows that when she wasn’t in the diner, she was out walking among the trucks. I even saw her get into a couple of truck cabs, but I was so naïve at the time that I didn’t know what she was doing. After working there for three weeks and seeing her every day, I finally had the courage to ask her about it.
So, I asked, “Pardon me, miss, you look very familiar to me. Do you mind if I ask why you're here every day and walking out by the trucks?”
She studied my face and then said, “Oh shit, hi, Tracy, I can’t believe that I didn’t recognize you before. I’m Kelsey, and I was a grade behind you in high school, and we never really hung out together. And as far as what I’m doing, I can’t believe you don’t know.”
I looked at her closely as said, “Damn, Kelsey, that is you. I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you before. And I’m sorry for maybe being a little dense, but what are you doing here all of the time?”
Kelsey motioned for me come closer, so she could whisper in my ear and said, “Well, this is very embarrassing for me to admit to you, but I walk among the trucks looking for drivers who want sex. I sometimes use this hand-held CB radio to make connections with them. A lot of people call girls like me lot lizards because of the way we hop from truck to truck, the way lizards hop from rock to rock in a stream. I don’t like doing this, but I lost my job and I need to help support my family.”
I was shocked hearing that someone I knew in high school was a prostitute. Since I was curious I said, “Damn, Kelsey, I’m sorry that you find yourself in this situation, but I can understand it since I lost my job too. And I have to admit that waitressing has not come close to replacing my previous wages. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for those men and what do you charge? And does your husband know that you are doing this?”
She was a little more relaxed since I didn’t criticize her for being a prostitute, and she said, “Well, since you asked, I give the men blowjobs for anywhere between ten dollars and forty, depending on how well I can negotiate and how horny they are, and between fifty and a hundred dollars for fucking them. On a bad night I’ll make maybe a hundred, but on a good night I can make five hundred dollars or even a lot more."
"Some of the men like to use condoms, and I give them a discount for that since that causes me less clean up, but most like their sex bareback. They just like the feeling of shooting their cum into a pretty young lady’s bare mouth or pussy. And yes, my husband does know, and he is very supportive. It’s all about the money for our family, and he's turned into my little cuckold husband. He enjoys knowing that other men are fucking me, and he even cleans my pussy with his mouth when I get home each night. ”
Then I said, “Damn, Kelsey, that’s a lot of money, and it’s also interesting that your husband supports you that way. In fact, it’s arousing to me hearing about him sucking the cum from other men from your pussy. But I have to ask, aren’t there a lot of other girls out there competing with you?”
She said, “There are always other girls, but some of them are overweight and don’t take care of themselves, and they end up with the trashy guys who pay a lot less than I get. Some of those girls will suck cock and swallow for five dollars and fuck bareback for twenty. I try to keep it classy to keep my prices up. And I also see some gay guys hanging out by the restrooms, who take care of some of the drivers. Most of the gay guys will suck those cocks for free."
"If you don’t mind me saying so, you could do very well at this, since you're so beautiful and dressed so sexily and you see a lot of the drivers in here during dinner. If I remember correctly, and excuse me for saying this, but you had quite a reputation for being a slut and fucking many different guys in high school. Why not do it now for money? We’d be working a slightly different group of guys, since you would make your connections here in the diner and then meet them in their trucks after your shift. I’d enjoy having someone I know to talk to about it all, and you’d make a good partner for those situations where two or more men want two girls.”
That conversation with Kelsey was very arousing to me, and I told Ed all about it when I got home that night, even the part of her thinking I could be good at it. The more I talked about it the more excited Ed got.
He finally said, “Oh fuck, Tracy, I remember Kelsey from high school, and she was so hot. I can just imagine her in those sleeper cabs giving blowjobs and fucking those drivers. I can also remember your reputation in high school, although I never took you out back then since I was going steady with someone else. Don’t get mad at me for saying so, but I can imagine you doing the same thing as Kelsey, and even making extra money by allowing those horny bastards to suck milk from your huge, lactating tits.”
I couldn’t believe what Ed was saying about being supportive of me being a prostitute to those drivers. So, I asked, “What are you saying, Ed? Would you want me to be a whore to those drivers that approach me in the diner? Do you really want me to be sucking and fucking a bunch of different men each night?”
Ed responded, “I know this sounds a little crazy, but you aren’t making enough money waiting tables to help us much with our finances, and with your face and body you'd be able to make a lot of money with those men. I’ve been reading some cuckold stories on the internet, and I can see how Kelsey’s husband can get turned on by it. I’ve never had any desires to have sex with a man, but I think I would enjoy sucking the cum from other men from your pussy, knowing that you're a whore and they paid you to take their big cocks and cum. I can’t explain why I feel this way, but I’d sure like for you to give it a try.”
Then I said, “You better be sure how you feel about this. I've been happy with your dick since we first dated, especially since you usually finish me off with your mouth; but this could change everything. If some of those men have big cocks and yours seems small by comparison, I might not be too happy with yours anymore, and it will be hard to stop. So be careful what you wish for.”
Ed was happy with me at least trying to fuck those truckers, and we worked together that night to come up with the following ground rules for me:
1. The driver has to proposition me first, to avoid the problem of police charging me with solicitation.
2. He has to look clean and not smell from the sweat of his day or be willing to shower before I meet with him.
3. I will carry mace with me in case any of men try to get violent. In addition, I will let the driver know that I am texting his truck tag number to my husband, just in case there is any foul play.
4. I will carry little bottles of douche to clean myself between customers, unless the customer doesn’t care. And I will allow either the current or next customer to clean me with their mouth. But I will always keep at least the last pussy full of cum for the night in me for Ed to eat.
5. I will carry mouthwash with me to cleanse my mouth after giving an unprotected blowjob, especially for those men who want to kiss me, unless they don’t care.
6. I have established a firm pricing scheme to avoid being negotiated down. With my looks and body, I should be able to hold out for top dollar, and not give away my milk, mouth or pussy too cheaply. Blowjobs will be forty dollars or thirty with a condom. Fucking will be one hundred or eighty dollars with a condom. Sucking milk from my breasts will be thirty dollars for five minutes. That will avoid having all of my milk drained by one guy and allow me to save some for more customers. And I will suck cock for free to get it hard for those paying to fuck me. The reduced price for condoms allows me a lower price point to avoid arguing over price, but I much prefer to take the cum into my mouth and pussy. But I will carry my own condoms just in case.
7. The rule that should probably be first, always get paid before having sex. The motivation to pay is higher when a cock is hard and desire for sex is at its peak.
I stopped at the store on the way to work the next day to get the items mentioned above. Even though Ed and I agreed that I would suck and fuck the drivers if they propositioned me, it was still nerve wracking waiting for the first guy to ask me for it. I knew that I was no better than a whore for doing it, and it was hard admitting that to myself and the men who would ask me for sex. I saw Kelsey for the first time that day at about 5:00 pm, and she was happy that I was going to give it a try.
My day was pretty much as usual, with numerous men making comments and touching me, and then a driver sat down in my section who I knew from the previous weeks. His name is Dave, and he's a rugged guy who looks to be forty-five years old. He makes transcontinental trips each week, always taking his required rest at our truck stop. I was standing in front of his booth and he was sitting on the outside next to me. No one could see what he was doing from that angle and he reached out and cupped my breasts in his hands.
He said, “You really look delicious tonight, Tracy. I would like for you to meet me in my sleeper cab when you get off work. I’ll suck those gorgeous big tits for you, and give you some of my prime trouser sausage, which is just full of egg whites for you.”
His analogies to his cock and cum were unmistakable, and although he had made similar comments in the past, I always ignored him. I looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans and reached down to rub it as he continued cupping my breasts. His cock is much longer and thicker than Ed’s five inches and he wasn’t even hard yet.
He was surprised when I continued rubbing his cock and quietly said, “Well this is your lucky day, Dave. You don’t know this, but I'm breast feeding my baby and still lactating, and you can suck milk from my breasts for five minutes for just thirty dollars. And for another hundred, you can fill my pussy with this thick sausage of yours and pump all of your egg whites right into my womb.”
He wasn’t expecting that response and just looked at me and stammered a little as he replied, “Damn, Tracy, that’s a dream come true for me. I’d love to feel my bare cock in your sweet, young, blonde pussy and know that you're taking my semen and sperm. But are your sure that I can fuck you without a condom?”
I smiled and said, “It’s up to you, Dave. If you do want to use a condom then it’s only eighty bucks to fuck me. Just think about it and let me know when I get there. I get off work at 8:00 pm and should be at your truck by 8:15 pm. So just give me the description of your truck and I’ll be there. And for my safety, I will text your tag number to my husband before I get into your truck.”
Dave was then rubbing my tits and I was still rubbing his then-fully-hard cock as he said, “Are you telling me that your husband knows that you're whoring yourself to us truckers? He must be some sick son of a bitch to share you this way, but I’m happy if he’s happy. So, hell yes, please come to my truck at 8:15 pm, and I definitely won't be wearing a condom when I fuck you.”