The gas stop had three fucktoys to choose from. The selection was getting bigger every time I came through here. Hauling car parts down I-20 wasn’t looking so bad any more.
All three of them were naked and all three of them were cuffed to the metal pipers above them. A five dollar deposit got you the fucktoy of your choice. They were yours to play with until you left them at another certain gas stop where they go back into circulation. Being a trucker in these enlightened times was the shit.
The first fucktoy was a tiny little blonde girl. Her itty-bitty tits would be perfect for biting on the long drive. I bet I could cram the whole girl into my tool box and take out her out for blowjobs and cunt fucks.
The second fucktoy was a plump black girl. Damn, she had an ass on her. I could fuck that ass at every rest stop between here and Greenville.
The third fucktoy was a scared looking brunette with tattoos on her pale skin. We see her kind all the time. They thought it would be their dream to serve as fucktoys to truckers on the highway but once they get here, they realize we aren’t the pussy gentle lovers they are used to bossing around. Her tits had nice pretty bruises from her last user. She also stood with her legs apart, like she had been carrying something large and painful between her thighs for too long.
Shit, I am also a sucker for the scared ones. I slapped my ballgag on her and paid my five bucks. I dragged her by her hair and pulled her with me. She stumbled a bit so I picked her up and put her over my shoulder.
I walked out to my truck. My hand was on her ass but my mind was on the drive. I got deadlines to make and gas to ration. I got to plan my meals and figure out how long I can drive before I need to sleep. I’m not even thinking about my fucktoy because she is the least of my concerns. I’ll fuck her ass, I’ll fuck her mouth and I’ll fuck that sweet young cunt. That is what she’s there for.
She’s just another supply I use for the trip.