Forget Katherine, You Need Some Real Action

“Alright,” you say, digging out your wallet. “I’ve got fifty bucks for you. I want to fuck.”

”Oh, you want to fuck me, baby?" She laughs, jiggling her cleavage for you.

You hold the fifty dollar bill out of the window for her and she snatches it from you, pushing it hurriedly into the small purse hanging on her shoulder. Her heels click on the concrete as she quickly makes her way around the hood of your car. You watch her ass in the tight jeans, it’s nice and plump, the kind of ass your friend Washington would call an “atomic booty”. You're sure ten guys have been between her legs today, but in a way the cheapness of her just make her hotter.

"My name is Cindy, but you can call me whatever you want," the hooker says, settling into the seat next to you and closing the door behind her. "You want to get a room?"

You shake your head, not wanting to drop even more hard earned cash on a shithole in the motor lodge.

"That's fine," the girl says, pulling her gum out and sticking it on the dash, "just pull it around behind the car wash. Nobody ever goes back in there."

You follow her instructions, wheeling your car in behind some plastic bushes next to the car wash. From this angle you're well shielded from both the road and the station.

Cindy immediately reaches over and unzips your fly, pulling out your half-mast cock and stroking it with her soft chubby hand until you have an erection. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube of lubricant, which she applies generously to your dick with her hand. She shucks out of her faded bluejeans, revealing a shaved pussy with a scattering of razorborn. Keeping one hand on your cock, Cindy throws a meaty leg over you and lowers her pussy over your dick. You let out a slight groan and she begins rolling her hips, grinding up and down on your dick, her pussy hot and wet around it.

"You like that, don't you baby?" She asks with a half-smile.

You reach up and pull her baby doll t-shirt up over her breasts. She has very large breasts, possibly the biggest of any girl you've fucked, with matchingly big erect pink nipples. You lick and suck one into your mouth as she continues to ride you. You alternate to the other and Cindy reaches back to cup your balls, your shaft pistoning in and out of her with a wonderfully nasty wet slapping sound. The shocks on the car begin to creak as you join her hip movements, thrusting up into her as she grinds down to meet you.

"Yeah," Cindy pants, slightly out of breath. "Yeah, come one. Yeah, feed it to me. Feed it in there."

You fuck her harder and nearly slam her head into the roof of the car with each thrust.

"I can feel it," she states. "I can feel it. You know you want to."

She's right, you do. You grab onto her ass with both hands tightly and throttle her on your cock. This time her head actually does hit the roof just slightly.

"Oh fuck," you grunt.

Your cock spasms and locks up in the hot fire of orgasm.

"That's it, that's it, fill me up. You fill me up with your nasty cum," she grinds down onto you with glee.

Your cock erupts inside her hot cunt, spewing out a thick load of cum that threatens to never stop. You just keep cumming, holding her in place with your hands on her ass and impaling her with sudden thrusts. You pour your dick out inside of her, and she loves it.

"Fuck yeah!" She cries, letting you pump out the last. "That is a nice cock you got."

She gives you a playful squeeze with her vaginal muscles and eases off of you, producing a tissue from seemingly nowhere and cleaning herself with it.

"You did a number on me," she says, looking down at her cum-slick pussy. "I think I'm gonna head inside and catch a shower in the truckstop. I can usually find easy business in there, but if you want a free surprise and you got some stamina, stop by in about five minutes."

She hands you a tissue before she hops out of your car, fully dressed in the amount of time it has taken you to catch your breath. You consider whether you should follow her or go looking for Katherine.