Article 78848 of alt.sex.stories: From: stephie105@aol.com (Stephie105) Subject: My Fantasy Diary- Truckstop Date: 11 Aug 1995 00:49:24 -0400 My Fantasy Diary Truckstop by Stephanie July 19th, 1995 - Truckstop I work a sucky job. I am a waitress at a truckstop. Every day I have to put up with the hundreds of perverted, frustrated truckers. I swear, as soon as I get through college I am out of here. My boss is probably the most sexist man in the world. I should have quit when he installed the new dress code, but I didn't. My roommate got me this job, and I couldn't quit and make her look bad. Before we could wear whatever we wanted. Now, we HAVE to wear short skirts, revealing tops, and high heels. I think that is a little impractical for waitressing, but John, my boss, says more truckers will go out of the way to stop here, and the increase in sales far outweighs the twisted ankles, and spilled food. Last night did it for me. I think I am going to quit tomorrow. I worked the late shift, midnight 'til six a.m. The place was pretty dead so Tina, the only other waitress on, got to leave at around three. It was very hot so I was dressed even skimpier than we are required to. I had on a very thin, white, fitted crop top which ended right above my belly button and was pretty low in the front. I went bra-less, which I normally wouldn't do, but it was so hot, and I knew no one would be there so I figured it wouldn't matter. I had a short, pleated pink skirt on, like a cheerleaders, pantyhose, bikini underwear, and four inch, pink, spiked heels. The seasoned truckers can tell a waitress right away in this place because of our less than pure garb, but for the mentally challenged we all wear pink lace chokers. I must have looked like a tease to the extreme, but that's how this stop got it's reputation. Halfway through my shift I was so sweaty that you could see my nipples if you looked closely. More than one trucker did. There are twenty waitresses all together, and because of the way we dress, and the exploits of Aimee (who has, on more than one occasion taken a guy into the men's room and demonstrated why women have mouths) the truckers do get a little touchy-feely. It was late and I was tired, and I spilled this guys soda all over his table. "God damn it you stupid little bitch," he screamed, loud enough to attract everyone's attention "can't you carry a fucking cup?" "I'm sorry, sir, I'll clean that right up and replace it for free." I stammered, annoyed with his temper. By this time John, the manager was coming out to see what happened. "Fucking a you'll give it to me free. Stop standing there like a moron and get to work." John got there and started his futile attempts to rectify the situation, and I left to the kitchen for a towel. "Ah Sir," John said like a true professional, "I apologize for Stephanie's behavior and any inconveniences it may have caused. I can assure you it does not happen often nor will it occur again. Order whatever you like because it will be DEDUCTED from HER PAY." He emphasized those words so that I would hear him in the back. I didn't care though. He seemed pretty angry, like this was a normal occurrence, (which it is, but if we didn't have to wear fuck- me-pumps, it probably wouldn't be). So I got a rag and went back out. The two of them were whispering, and they both looked over at me as I walked towards the table. "Stephanie" John said like a parent about to give bad news to a child, "Mr. Barnes would like you to do something for him." I looked at the trucker and the smile on his face. "Clean up your mess, sweetie pie." he drawled, grinning like the Cheshire cat. I was about to wipe it up when he grabbed my wrist. "Let go of the rag and clean up the mess." Still smiling, "And put your hands behind your back." I couldn't believe this was going on. He was staring at my chest. He wanted me to use my boobs to clean up his Pepsi. My head swirled, and I bent over towards the table. My breasts touched the wet surface and the Pepsi immediately started soaking in. I wriggled my chest, mopping the table with my boobs, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get all the soda. My nipples were getting erect, possibly from the chill of the cold soda, but more likely from the thrill I was getting from acting so provocative. I knew everyone was watching this, loving the sight of a pretty girl, dressed like a whore, wiping a table with her tits. I hadn't noticed John locking the doors, or all the other truckers standing up from their tables and approaching me. I straightened up, and immediately the place erupted into cat calls and wolf whistles. I looked like a slut in a wet T-shirt competition. My shirt was at this point transparent. My erect nipples were clearly visible beneath my top. Every man there was staring directly at my breasts. I am pretty, 5'7'', 115, with long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice (34c-22-33) figure, but I have never gotten this much undivided attention at once. I blushed and covered myself, but I secretly loved it. They were all crowded around me, and I could tell that things would probably get very out of hand soon. I started to walk to the kitchen area, but was blocked by a not-so-bad looking man in his twenties. He just smiled as he reached out and pulled my arms down, revealing my soaking top and view of my nipples. "What do you say you finish what you started you little prick tease." He said, grinning from ear to ear. "What on earth do you mean?" was my reply. I too was grinning. I was scared, but so turned on it was unbelievable. I no longer could think about what to do, things just happened. He tore my top right down the middle, and it just lay around my waist. My skirt, pantyhose, and panties were all pulled down in one swipe, and I was pushed to my knees. I was in shock, I knew at this point I was probably going to have to give this man a blowjob, but did I want to? The man in front of me unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled out his cock. It wasn't that big really, and I was a little disappointed. But that disappointment let me know that I was hoping for something, yes, I wanted this. I was in total disbelief. Here I was on my hands and knees, nearly naked, in a room with a bunch of horny truckers. So I did what I felt was right. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and leaned into it, putting his cock into my mouth. I could hear zippers going down all around me as I began to work his cock with my mouth. I could feel it getting larger each time I pumped. It was much larger than I had thought and it was getting more and more difficult to perform my duty. I was giving this man the best blow job I had ever done, and it wasn't good enough for him. He started to get angry because I couldn't deep throat his size. He grabbed my hair and started to push hard into my mouth, fucking my mouth for all he had. I was gagging, but knew I had to do this, and finally my throat relaxed enough to accommodate him. He was bucking hard when I felt hands around my waist lifting my bottom up. I was sucking hard, and I could tell this man was about to cum. All at once he started to spasm and shoot cum down my throat, and another guy entered my pussy from behind. I started to swallow, and have my first orgasm that night. I was unable to keep it all in my mouth, and his cum was dribbling down my chin. The guy behind me only lasted a good minute, screaming at the height of his endeavor. "Hot damn, that is the best fuck I have ever had. This bitches snatch should be in a museum!" I was so degraded, here I was at a truckstop at four in the morning, with cum all over my mouth, and a crowd of men in line to use me. I was in heaven. I didn't care who these people were, this was a dream to me. I have always been very vanilla sexually, now this happened. It just happened. I really was in no position to stop even if I had wanted to. The guy in my pussy pulled out and not five seconds went by and I had another cock in me, then one in my mouth. This went on until all twelve or so people got their turn, included John and the cook. Half the time I didn't know who was in me, just that I was being used like a toy. They would fuck my mouth and cum on my face, or tits. At one point I was sucking one guy, had another in me, and was pumping two cocks. I was hot, and sticky. It was almost light out when we stopped. I rolled over and just looked up as the guys walked by me and threw money on me. Like I was a whore hired for this. They said they were my tips. I got close to three hundred dollars. I stood up and went into the bathroom. Cleaned the cum off my face and tits. I still couldn't believe this had happened. I put my shirt on, and tied it in the front, right between my breasts to keep it on. I was so covered in sweat that it might as well been saran wrap. Fixed my makeup, fixed my outfit, and put my hair in a pony tail. I must have had four or five orgasms. I was swimming in pleasure, I couldn't think, just fuck, like a machine. If it was in my mouth I sucked it, in my hands I jerked it, and in my pussy I enjoyed it. John walked into the bathroom and looked at me, a big grin on his face. My chest tightened at the thought of what had just occurred. I just finished cleaning his cum off my face, and now I was just his employee again. "You are some hot bitch!" John said, over enthusiastically. "We're gonna have to do that again, on a more regular basis!" His drawl, that he always tried to cover up, was enunciated. I couldn't believe this. Either I quit, or I become a permanent fuck-toy like Aimee. I walked out, went outside to the highway. The first car that went by stopped after the driver must have seen me holding out my thumb. I got into the Ford. It looked like a family car. He smiled and asked me where I was going. "All the way into the city." I replied. "Well, That's a little out of my way, but I'm sure you could convince me to take you there." He said, starring at my cleavage I just smiled, as I unbuttoned his pants and put my head on his lap. Article 78849 of alt.sex.stories: From: stephie105@aol.com (Stephie105) Subject: My Fantasy Diary- Dream Date: 11 Aug 1995 00:49:36 -0400 My Fantasy Diary Dream by Stephanie December 13th, 1994 Last night I had the oddest dream. I was on vacation with my best friend Jamie in Mexico, (which is really going to happen in a few weeks). But anyway, she wanted to buy a necklace but couldn't afford it. I could hear her haggling with the shopkeeper, but I do not speak Spanish, so I could not understand a word of it. I could see the man appraise me, and she kept pointing at me. The necklace was very pretty, and expensive. It must have been worth well over a thousand dollars. It was gold, with sapphires and diamonds. It was quite captivating. Apparently so are the Mexicans, because at that moment, two guards grabbed Jamie and me, and promptly handcuffed us both. We were moved out the back door and into a van. I didn't know where I was headed, and got very nervous. The drive lasted forever, and Jamie was in tears the whole way there, she kept saying it was her fault. The took us to a large city, probably Mexico City, where we were put in a lightless basement. I had no idea where I was, why, or for how long. After countless hours the light came on and a pretty Mexican woman was standing in front of me dressed in a very provocative teddy. She yelled something up the steps in Spanish, and gave me a glance of approval. I still had no idea what was going on. She looked at Jamie, who is extremely attractive, and much larger breast wise. She mumbled something in Spanish, and I looked to Jamie for translation. "She said that the men will love us" she said, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. "And that we will get used to it here, and love them too." I still had no real idea of what she was saying, although I vaguely understood. She untied me, and walked me up the stairs. I was in a rather large house, and there were men dancing with scantily clad women everywhere, I was snuck upstairs in a hurry. The lady, who identified herself as Marie, put me into a bedroom and shut and locked the door. A few women came in and introduced themselves, there was Renee, an American, Dominique, from France, and Sidney who was from England. They talked a lot about how I would like it here but didn't actually tell me what here was. I asked when I could leave, but they avoided an answer. I was so frustrated that I started screaming, "Where am I, why am I here, when can I go home!" I was yelling. I was frustrated and crying. I felt vulnerable because Jamie was still in the basement last I knew. At that point Marie came in and slapped me, answering my questions in Spanish. Finally Renee explained it to me. I was in Mexico City, in a brothel in the red light district. I could go home once I had earned an equivalent of $5,000. Until then I couldn't leave the house. I was in total shock. How could this be? I am in a whore- house? Why us? What did Jamie say to get this to happen? My mind was racing, and I had tuned out the three girls. They explained that there were fifteen girls, and we had to mingle and dance with "Guests" until they took one of us to the rooms. We had to do everything they wanted, complaints meant we had to earn an extra $1,000. We earn $50 for every guy we take to a room. That means we have to please 100 guys to leave. I was in tears. I went on vacation and became a prostitute. They undressed me and gave me a thong two piece bikini to wear. They did my hair, makeup, and gave me a pair of 5" stiletto heels. I was then escorted downstairs and told to mingle. I just got here not five hours ago and I was already soliciting my body. What did I do to deserve this? I was in a daze. As I walked through the crowd, guys would make remarks in Spanish which were apparently lewd. Men would grab my breasts, ass, kiss me, and pull my top up over my nipples. I must have been a sight. If my friends could only see me now! That same girl who was a 3.8 GPA student was now a whore. The heels made my hips sway much more than I would have wanted. They also made my chest and ass stick out further. I was degraded. My lipstick shined like cum left on my lips, my hair done like a bimbo, and that damn bikini, too small to really conceal, but that thong was very annoying. Still, I kind of liked the feeling I had. Dressed as an object more than a person, and not allowed to refuse anyone. I wondered if Jamie was feeling as I did? A man grabbed my arm and started to dance. We danced for ten minutes maybe, to the techno-dance music playing, then he started to pull me by my arm towards the stairs. "I guess this is it." I thought, "sink or swim." We went up the long staircase, and the man paid Marie at the top. She laughed as she watched the man drag me into the room. He pointed to the bed, and I sat down. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I knew what was coming. He walked towards me, pulled down his underwear, snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. I got on my knees, closed my eyes, and took his rather large cock in my hands. I tried not to focus on sucking him, instead thought of earning my money and getting out of there. I parted my lips and took his cock into my mouth. Careful not to let my teeth touch it. I had to be perfect, or else he might complain. He was very long, and it was hard not to gag. I played around with his cock, sucking it hard, in deep strokes, then letting up, and just licking the tip. I was actually enjoying myself. I massaged his balls, and sucked harder. I could taste my lipstick with every thrust. He began bucking harder, ramming his cock down my throat. I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I could see myself in a full length mirror. I looked so hot, on my knees, blowing this Mexican. I felt like I was in a porno or something. My thong was getting a little wet from my thoughts. I took my left hand and started to rub my nipples. He exploded, and what felt like a gallon of hot, sticky, goo shot down my throat. I swallowed what I could, letting some run down my chin. I licked my lips, tasting the hot salty cum. He got up, walked to the door, and left a $5 American bill on the dresser, and said "Tip." in his heavy Spanish accent. The strangest thing about the dream was that when I woke up, my panties were a little moist. I think I liked it.