Brianne Rides Again Chapter 2

Part II: The Rest Stop

As I debated on whether or not to go home or continue the night as a cross dresser on the hunt for a good fucking, I couldn't help but let the lust get the better of me. I once again climbed out of my car and walked along the long line of semi's parked in a row. I walked by them all and not a one of them made any sort of sign like they were interested. I couldn't tell if they were asleep in their cabs or just not interested. I went ahead and walked over to a picnic table, which actually happened to be the same one I got fucked on a month earlier. I lit up a cigarette and sat there with my legs crossed enjoying the night air. A few moments later I heard a truck door close and I saw a dark figure walking toward me. As he approached I couldn't really see his face, but he asked me how much. I couldn't believe my ears, I had never charged anyone for sex before, but it seemed like a good idea if he was asking.

I went ahead and made it sound like I knew what I was talking about and said twenty for a blowjob and fifty for a piece of ass. I really didn't know if that was a good price or not, but I thought it sounded good. Just then he slipped me a twenty and I put it in my purse. I felt obligated to give him the best head I could now, since he gave me money. I had never felt like this before, but it was actually kind of exciting. I knew there was a trail in the wood line we could go that was secluded enough, so I got up and we started walking back there together.

As soon as we got back far enough I immediately dropped to my knees, unzipped his fly and began sucking him the best I knew how. I did everything I knew would feel good and about five minutes later he was splattering my face with cum. He zipped himself up and thanked me as he began walking back up the trail. I sat there on my knees, just thinking to myself, "Wow, did I just become a prostitute?" I cleaned my face up and reapply my lipstick, which is a must after blowing two cocks.