Truck stop Girl
During the year after my divorce, I hadn't met many interesting singe men. So, when I got horny and had tired of my toys, I would sometimes go to a truck stop about 12 miles up the highway from me. I felt that it was discreet and that people I knew would not see me there. It was a weekday night and I wanted a quicky in the bunk of some guys truck so that I would be home at a reasonable time to get enough sleep for work the next day. Trucks are cool because they often have sleeping accommodations, they are in the parking lot, and it saves the time of going to a motel. So, I got there around 8pm, sat in a booth and ordered a cup of tea. It wasn't very crowded; but, I noticed three men at another booth. One, who was facing in my direction was smiling and kept looking over at me. It was summer; and, I was wearing a cotton dress that came to mid-thigh and had a scoop neck that showed some cleavage. After about 10 minutes, he came over and asked if I would join them. Since, there were no other opportunities, I agreed. We introduced ourselves; the pickup artist said his name was Paul, the others were John and Mike. Paul and John were in their 30s and Mike was 50ish with a greying beard. The empty seat in their booth was next to Mike. They said they were local truck drivers and had stopped there for dinner. Mike apparently owned several trucks and Paul and John drove for him. When I finished my tea, they offered to buy another; and, I excused myself to go to the restroom.
Sitting in the restroom, I thought about what might happen. One or two of them might leave me with the third, or maybe all three would stay. I knew that men are competitive and try to outdo each other; so, things could get wild. In the end, I decided to see what happened and stuffed my panties in my purse. My tea was waiting when I returned to the table and we chatted more. They asked me if I had ever ridden in a semi truck; and, I said no. Obviously, I had seen them on the highway and even flashed the driver a few times. Eventually, John said that his cab was in the parking lot and asked if I'd like to see it. I said sure, and we all went to the lot. John got in the drivers seat, Paul ushered me into the sleeper behind him, and Mike got in the passenger seat. John began showing me the array of controls and his computer mounted on the center console. Paul was behind me nudging me closer to the center console. John claimed that he could get everything on his computer. He punched some keys and brought up a sex video. Paul asked if I ever watched porn and I admitted that I did. Paul was right up against me softly caressing my hip and waist with his hand. He began kissing my neck and behind my ears, which always turns me on. When I didn't resist, he got more aggressive and was feeling my boobs on the outside of my dress. John was taking it all in and reached back under my dress and discovered my bare pussy. He said, "I think she wants to party". As Paul pulled me back onto the bunk, Mike got out of the truck saying that he'd meet us at the farm. Paul was kissing me and had his hand under my dress fingering my pussy. He kept me busy as John pulled out of the truck stop and got on the highway. I hadn't planned on this happening; but, it was too late to resist. Paul took my dress off and began fucking me while we drove to the farm. I had no idea where we were or what direction he drove in. It took maybe 25 minutes to get there and John drove the truck into a barn. Mike closed the door behind us.
Paul and Mike pulled me out of the cab naked; and Mike tied a rope around my wrists and led me to a spot where a rope hung from the ceiling with a hook on its end. He hooked it to my wrists and lifted me until my feet were just off the ground. The barn was illuminated by the headlights from the truck. Mike noticed Paul's cum running down my leg; and called me a slut, saying that they were going to have a good time with me. Then MIke pulled his belt off, doubled it over, and began whipping my ass with it. I tried to avoid the belt but couldn't get away from it. Each whack made a loud slapping sound and stung. As Mike was warming my ass, John picked up some straw and began poking me with the sharp end. He worked on my boobs, then my pussy, and my ass when Mike started on my stomach, thighs, and boobs. The straw left an itching sensation. When Mike whipped those spots the itching stopped but then returned as the sting wore off. It was driving me crazy and I welcomed the next lash. Mike smacked my pussy with his belt and heard a wet thwack. I was actually getting wet. Paul pulled his belt off and worked my back and ass as Mike continued on my boobs. John would stick me in between lashes. Next, they tied my ankles and hoisted me upside down so that my head was waist high. They fucked my face until each had cum in my mouth. As I sucked one,the other two would be either slapping my boobs or jam their fingers into my pussy. I learned something about myself that night. The pain and rough treatment got me aroused and wanting more. Especially, when they attacked my boobs and pussy. After the last one had cum, they took me down, laid me on some bales of hay and fucked me to several screaming orgasms.
By then, it was starting to get light outside and John and Paul put me back in the truck on the bunk and drove me to a dirt road near the truck stop. They gave me my clothes and purse and told me what direction to walk in. Then, they drove off. I walked on shaky legs maybe a half mile to the truck stop, got in my car, and drove home. I was too messed up and exhausted to go inside the truck stop.
To be continued :)
