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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 ist 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 till 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 braless, 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 cheerleader, pantyhose, bikini underwear, and fourinch, 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 touchyfeely. It was late and I was tired, and I spilled this guy’s 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 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.
“ 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 fuckmepumps, 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 Tshirt 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 (34c2233) 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 notsobad 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, 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 ually, 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 fucktoy 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.
