BDSM Library - My stop at the gas station

My stop at the gas station

Provided By: BDSM Library

Synopsis: A recounting of my third time going out as a young crossdresser at a gas station filled with horny truckers.

I took one last heavy sigh before I got out of my car. It was a clear night around 10pm. I looked over myself. Black flats, a pair of tight light grey yoga pants, a short black shirt that barely covered my stomach, and a light grey ¾ length cardigan that I made sure didnt cover the outline of my bubble butt. Underneath I wore a pair of white panties with pink trim that I had stolen my 13 year old niece at a camping trip last summer when I was desperate for girls clothes. I had a decent wardrobe now but they were still my favorite pair of panties. I had just spent the last hour shaving my body in its entirety and clipping in extensions to my shoulder length brown hair to bring its length to my lower back. I had light makeup on, mostly eye liner and mascara to highlight my big blue eyes and a subtle lip stick.

       As the cool wind breeze met my smooth skin a knot formed in my stomach. This wasnt my first time out dressed like this, but it still gave me goose bumps thinking I was about to expose myself to the world dressed like a girl. I surveyed the parking lot. There were two cars parked a couple spots away to the left of me and to the right was the start of the big-rig parking. It was a large parking area, completely filled with long haul big rigs making their way down boring Interstate 5. That was why I was here. At a seedy gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was hoping I may bring some excitement to a lonely truck driver or two. Little did I know what the night had prepared for me.

       I still hadnt found my way into one of these seemingly elusive big rigs. My past two trips to the gas station peaked in excitement when at a urinal with my pants and panties pulled down below my bare ass. I trucker just finishing in the stall next to me stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of me. I started to shiver in anticipation. The only noise was the pee hitting the back of the urinal. The trucker took a step towards me and placed a firm hand on my butt cheek. He squeezed and grunted “Thats a pretty ass boy.” He took his other hand and slid it around my waist to my cock as he took another step closer and tightened his grip around my but cheek. With my dick half erect and still pissing a heavy stream he lightly gripped it and started stroking it. I remembered it getting harder and harder until I couldnt piss any longer. His fingers playfully ran along my urethra catching the last couple drips of pee. Without wasting a drop he quickly slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste my warm piss. “Dirty slut” he remarked as he took his two fingers out of my mouth, slapped my ass and carried on his way.

       I was so lost in thought recalling how horny my last exploit had made me I didnt notice the circle of truckers gawking at me as I made my way to the bathrooms on the back side of the gas station.  The stalls were all empty to my disappointment. The bathroom smelled as you would expect it too and it was poorly kept, even by run-down gas station standards. Not actually having to use the restroom I decided to check how my extensions were doing in the mirror. After a couple of seconds my solitude was broken by a tall man in a red flannel jacket, light blue jeans and a blue trucker hat. As he entered I glanced at him and our eyes met. His commanding green eyes disabled me from looking away. He casually walked by me and up to a urinal. As I heard the sound of him reliving himself I glanced in the mirror. I expected to see his backside, fully clothed and left to imagine what his manhood might look like. Instead I was greeted to the sight of the stranger halfway facing me and only barely making it in the side of the urinal to show off his hung cock shooting a heavy stream of piss into the urinal. I was astonished. Immediately my cock started throbbing, restricted by my little panties I could barely fit in. It was impossible to remove my gaze from his cock until he ran out of pee and the silence prompted me to look into his dominant eyes once again.

       I watched as he looked me over like a piece of meat. I wanted nothing in the world more than to please this man in any way he saw fit. Not wanting to waste another chance to thoroughly please an interested lonely trucker I timidly asked him if he needed any help. I unconsciously bit my lip as I awaited his answer.

       “Yes you can” He replied. “Come on over here and get on your knees. I want to see how much of a little slut you actually are. I obediently scurried over to my newfound master. As I approached him he guided my head forcefully down to his waist. I obliged, willing to do anything this stranger asked of me. “hurry up. Shit is starting to hurt” he said as I got adjusted on me knees. I looked up at him, confused, as warm liquid began to drench my face. I followed my natural instinct and hurriedly wrapped his cock around my full lips. He confirmed I had made the correct my decision  with a groan. I swallowed a mouthful of his piss and sucked the last remaining drops out of his now fully erect cock. I began to stuff his cock as far into my mouth as I could. It wasnt long before he was guiding my head with a firm grip from both hands. My arms dangled helplessly as the stranger fucked my throat. A short grunt later and my mouth was now filled with thick sticky cum. I quickly swallowed  load after load until he grew flaccid. After he was finished with me he took a step back and zipped up his jearns. “You should go by that big red truck in the back, says “Reds Trucking Inc. on the side of it. Cant miss it. I think youll you two would get along.”

       With a still throbbing cock I journeyed outside and made my way down the row of parked big rigs. I thought to myself, “This is my chance, I hope he fucks me”. My trip was interrupted shortly after passing the third truck. I heard a voice yell “Hey pretty thing, why dont you come up here for a minute? I got somethin for ya.” I turned around and shyly looked at where the voice was coming from. An older heavyset trucker was inside the cab of a green big rig motioning me to come over. I licked my lips and proceeded over to the other door into his cab, shaking my ass as much as possible as I strutted over to him.

       “You want to suck some dick pretty lady?” he asked as I entered the cab. I nodded, never making eye contact, lowering my head down to his already exposed cock. It was smaller than the last mans in every way. The fat from his stomach also made sucking him difficult. His groin area was severely un-kept and every time I took him fully into my mouth another hair would invade me as well and made the ordeal very uncomfortable. Strangely I didnt mind and didnt even stop to remove his pubic hair from my mouth. This trucker required my services and I wasnt going to stop until I pleased him. It didnt take long. He forced my head down as his cum shot to the back of my throat. He held me there for a good while and then instructed me to suck on his hairy ballsack while he made a call. This required  me to fully get up on the seat and bend over his flaccid cock. His balls tasted gross. I played with his stale, salty, sweaty balls with my tongue and put each one in my mouth separately . While I was doing this, I made out portions of the telephone  conversation. It was short and to the point. He had a willing young slut in his cab and he was whoring me out to his buddy a couple trucks over for $20 bucks. His friend got him down to $5 and said hed be right over. It was going to be a long night..

Chapter 2

After hanging up with his friend and sliding his phone back into his pocket the trucker said “Now put your mouth around my cock and suck.” I did as instructed and just as I was getting my truckers cock hard again I heard the cab door opening behind me. I was still on my knees bent over the overweight truckers belly. I assumed it was the friend my new master had just called but not being able to see him and with no words exchanged my anticipation of what this new stranger would do to me was so intense I visibly trembled. As I was bobbing my head on my masters small cock the friend gently slid his hands up my shirt and explored my chest. When his hand got to my nipple his body was firmly pressed against mine. I could feel his cock getting harder within his jeans as his pinched my nipple and groped my butt with his other hand.

My cock was threatening to break out of my girly panties, throbbing in the beat of the truckers heavy breathing. Gliding his hand bank down to my waist, the friend shimmied down my tight pants to reveal my little girl undies. Soon after he slid my underwear down and let oat a short grunt. That made me so uncontrollably horny I stuck my ass into the air as much as I possibly could for him. It was his and I was his toy to take however he pleased.

I could almost feel his smile as I did this. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to me and I would obey like the sissy slut everyone in the cab knew I was. I could hear him shifting around and then I felt a cold wet tongue pressing on my butthole. I let out a sigh to show him my appreciation and he continued to lick and try to penetrate me with his tongue. After several minutes of licking my boy pussy while I was sucking his friends cock he lifted his head and asked “Have you ever been fucked before darling? You got a tight ass.” I lifted up my head and looked to my master before answering. My master gave me a nod, eager to get my mouth around his cock again. I answered truthfully, “No.”. I hadnt had a mans cock in my ass before, even though I had been dreaming of it since I was 12 when my older friend exposed what his huge post-puberty cock looked and tasted like. I received another grunt in acknowledgement and then his finger harshly violated me. 

I yelped with a mouth full of cock in response. It was the first time someone elses finger had been inside me and he took no care to get his finger wet. It hurt a little but he started to fuck me with it and I could tell it made him really happy.  My master face fucked me for another minute  and then shot his warm seed down my throat while his friend roughly fingered my ass. After I licked his cock clean I turned my head to the new stranger for the first time. Short brown hair, a full beard, and clothes that looked like they belonged to a lumberjack. He grinned at me after he pulled his finger out of my ass and examined it. To my dismay, I hadnt exactly given him a clean hole to play with. It was smeared with brown and had small lumps sticking to it. The smell filled my nose as he brought his finger to my face. I stared into his eyes for a moment, afraid and unwilling to look at what was about to be stuck into my mouth. I instinctively tried to look forward, to escape the smell and back to the familiarity of my new found masters cock. He quickly gripped my hair and pulled to give me no choice but to turn back towards him and so I obediently opened my mouth.  He forcefully pushed his finger in and I enthusiastically sucked it, realizing how bad of a slut I had just been. I wanted to be a good slut. I vowed to myself as I swallowed my own waste to never try to disobey again. I had no boundaries, no ways that I couldnt be used.

I heard him unzip his pants and start to stroke his cock next to my hole. My ass clenched instinctively as I felt his tip push just barely into my  ass. I relaxed my hole but it seemed he was only interested in depositing his cum in me because he didnt push any further. His cock pulsated over and over as he shot his hot sperm in me. I started to push up against him, eager for all of his thick warm cock. He quickly withdrew after finishing though, allowing me to only feel half of his length. “Im not gonna spoil that ass for Big Red, hed have my hide. Nah, best you head over to his rig now, if he finds out every trucker in the lot has used you before him hes gonna be pissed, and hell probably take it out on you first. Even a slut like you aint gonna like that.” The friend was nice enough to pull of my panties and pants before paying up and saying goodbye. After he left I said my goodbyes to my master and stepped out into the parking lot once again. I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass. I thought about how afterwards I would lick the dried cum from my panties. I wanted every drop of cum given to me that night. I was hungry for more. Even with my legs shaking, I strutted my ass further into the parking lot.

I wondered if I would get to be fucked by a cock that night. I thought about how scared of Big Red the other truckers were.  In the back of my mind I hoped someone would fuck me before I reached Reds truck. To want me so bad they wouldnt care about someone elses wrath, no matter how feared. I wished every trucker in the lot would fuck me. Then I would go to Big Reds truck, used and covered in cum. I would admit to having every truckers cock I could find inside my ass that night. Then he would know how much of a slut I was and he could use me appropriately.

Reds truck was still a good walk away. As I got my bearings in the parking lot I noticed I was being stared down by a couple in the rig in front of me.  The features of the male were hard to make out from outside, dark complexion, large shoulders, bald. The female was blond, looked to have large breasts, and was a little chubby. I met their stares several times as I continued walking, looking back to the ground after every eye contact to show them my submissiveness. I wanted them to know they could control me if they desired.

It worked. After just passing the rig I heard a voice say “Hey, come here for a sec.” Without making eye contact I immediately turned around and headed for the passenger side door. My cock was growing with excitement from every step.  How would they use me? Would the woman join in or did she just want to watch her boyfriend get sucked off by a crossdressing slut? Maybe she was a slut as well and we would both do our best to please him. My stomach turned with uncertainty and my heartbeat sounded like something in a Drum & Bass song. I was frightened.

Still I continued, it can take real courage to become a slut.

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