An eager young slut

It was a smaller stop, and pretty empty at the moment. There were a few other big rigs parked up, and a large RV refuelling. Gus pulled into a parking lane; plenty of gasoline in the tank already. Hopping out, he started walking toward the convenience store. Might as well get some snacks while he was here.

As usual, he drew looks from the femmes he passed. Some looked with disgust, others desire, most a combination of both. Their eyes tracked the foul stains on his pants and armpits. They tracked his thick beard, and his broad frame. He had a gut, but he was built powerfully, and his body screamed masculine strength.

He grabbed some jerky and drinks from inside, paid, and started walking back toward his rig. He was eyeing the various girls and femboys back now, looking for a suitable replacement cum-toilet.

He glanced over by the RV. It seemed to belong to a group of college-aged girls who were gathered outside it, chatting or browsing their phones as they waited for it to refuel. One in particular caught his eye—a skinny brunette with modest little tits and long lithe legs. She wore a tiny little spaghetti strap top, and denim shorts that hugged her nubile ass deliciously. She happened to glance up from her phone as he was looking at her. She noticed him, and practically did a double take. Gus watched in real time as a haze of lust crossed her and she started chewing her bottom lip.

He gave her a little nod, enough encouragement for her to get up from the post she was leaning on and slink over toward him. He could see the hunger in her eyes as she came near, which got even stronger as she got near enough to catch a whiff of his putrid body odor.

She started to say something, but Gus cut her off. “Where you taking the RV?”

She glanced back at it. “Colorado,” she purred. “Going camping.”

“Colorado, huh?” Gus mused, scratching his beard. “I’ll be there in a week or two. Could use some company for the road. What do you say you come along with me for a while, and you can reunite with your friends once we get there?”

The girl gave a wide smile. Any reasonable restraint she might have had about such a proposition was clearly being overridden by how badly she wanted him. “Sound fun, mister…?”

“Gus.”

“Grace.”

“Before you really make up your mind, Grace, I’m going to take you into the bathroom over there and test you. I don’t have time for weak bitches. Last girl I took along couldn’t even handle one tiny fart from me; nearly threw up.”

Grace started visibly drooling as he said that. A good sign, to be sure. “O-okay!” she squeaked.

“Come on then.” Gus started walking toward the men’s room, his new catch following at his heels like an excitable pet. It was empty inside, which was perfect. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Gus grabbed Grace by the head, raised his other arm, and stuffed her face into his disgusting armpit. He hadn’t showered in weeks, so he knew it reeked beyond belief.

True to the impression of her, though, the yelp that came out of Grace when he grabbed her broke into a **** moan as soon as her nose was filled with that sweaty miasma. She grabbed onto his torso for dear life, and her hips bucked erratically, grinding her denim-covered pussy into Gus’s thigh. Her moans became even more ****, and a gush of girlcum drenched through her shorts and onto Gus’s pants as the little whore started to hungrily sniff his revolting pit.

He kept her face pressed into his stench for another minute or so, during which Grace came in her shorts about five more times. He finally pulled her out—though she actually tried to cling on for more, whimpering pathetically. He **** her off, and she staggered back, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and her eyes were unfocused.

When she recovered her senses, she gave another moan and started rubbing her pussy through her soaked booty shorts. “O-oh ffuuuuuckkk! I see why she would have vomited. Oh fuck, s-so… so stinky!”

Gus gave a dismissive snort. “What, that? No, that’s nothing. Trust me, it’s going to get a lot worse. Seems like you’ll be into it, though.”

Grace’s eyes went wide at that revelation. With a strangled groan, she came again, squirting some more down her legs.

“My truck’s red one at the end. Grab your bags and meet me there in five.”

Grace nodded eagerly, looking at Gus like she was staring into the face of God. “Y-yes! I’ll be there!”

She scampered off on unsteady legs, uncaring about the drenched shorts that revealed what she’d been up to.

Seems Gus had found a good one.