Misti stumbled into the crowded truck stop. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, were now dull and lifeless, glazed over with the desperate need for a fix. She had been on the streets for months, selling her body for drugs, and tonight was no different.
As she scanned the room, her gaze landed on a burly trucker sitting alone in a corner booth. He was rough around the edges, with a thick beard and tattoos covering his arms. But there was something about him that made Misti’s heart race. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with a hunger in his eyes that mirrored her own. Or maybe it was the way he exuded power and control, two things she desperately craved.
Without a word, Misti approached the trucker and slid into the booth across from him. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as she leaned forward, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup.
“I need a ride,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Can you help me?”
The trucker’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, tossing it onto the table.
“Get in my truck,” he growled, his voice deep and gravelly.
Misti didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the money and followed the trucker out to his rig, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. She knew what she was getting herself into, but the thrill of the unknown was too much to resist.
Inside the truck, the trucker wasted no time. He pushed Misti onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding as he tore at her clothes. Misti moaned as he exposed her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze. She felt a surge of lust as he leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking and biting gently.
The trucker’s hands were everywhere, touching and exploring every inch of Misti’s body. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking as he slid a hand between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy throbbing with need.
The trucker’s fingers found her clit, rubbing and circling in a way that made Misti’s toes curl. She moaned, her back arching as he slid a finger inside her. She was tight and hot, her muscles clenching around him as he added a second finger.
Misti’s orgasm built quickly, the pleasure washing over her in waves. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her release.
But the trucker wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled out a condom, rolling it onto his cock as he positioned himself between Misti’s legs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with lust as he thrust inside her.
The trucker’s thrusts were hard and fast, each one driving Misti closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on.
Suddenly, the trucker pulled out, ripping off the condom as he flipped Misti onto her stomach. She gasped as he entered her from behind, his cock filling her completely.
The trucker’s hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her. Misti moaned, her face pressed into the pillow as she felt another orgasm building.
This time, the trucker came with her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, his breathing heavy and labored.
Misti lay there, spent and satisfied, as the trucker got dressed. He tossed her more money, his eyes cold and distant now.
“Thanks, whore,” he spat, before climbing out of the truck and disappearing into the night.
Misti lay there for a long time, the money clutched in her hand as she replayed the night’s events in her mind. She knew she was nothing more than a disposable fuck to the trucker, but she couldn’t help the way her body still tingled with pleasure.
As she got dressed and climbed out of the truck, she knew she would do it again. The thrill of the unknown, the danger, the pleasure – it was all she had left.
And so, Misti walked back into the truck stop, her eyes scanning the room for her next mark. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t help herself. She was addicted, not just to the drugs, but to the sex, the power, the control.
And she would keep playing,