It's what you're here to do

You take the trucker's cock in your hand and begin to gently stroke. As your hand tugs on his dick you lower your mouth to the head and begin to lick. Just a bit at first, but in moments you're licking along the length of his shaft and dragging the tip of your tongue around the rim of the bulging head.

You purse your lips tightly and press the head of the trucker's cock against them. When your lips part grudgingly the head of the trucker's prick slides into the warm wetness of your mouth. The man groans from the other side of the booth divider. You hold the head of his cock there in your mouth, sucking and licking it and letting your spit wash him clean.

Your hand pumps up and down on his cock and you begin to slide it deeper into your mouth. Your closed fist slaps your lips as you suck and slurp on the cock.

"Suck that dick," says the trucker. "Go on girl, suck it good."

You let your hand drop away and take almost all 7 inches of the trucker's cock into your mouth. It prods the back of your throat and your nostrils fill with the sweaty musk of his pubic hair. You gag slightly and pull back, licking and sucking on just the first few inches of his prick.

"Ohhhhh," he groans.

A moment later his prick jerks between your lips. You suck harder as it jerks again and unleashes a thick burst of the trucker's sperm. You swallow it down and pull back, jerking off his wet shaft with just the spurting head of his prick between your lips. Warm semen coats your tongue and drools from the corners of your mouth.

The trucker pulls his cock away and deposits the last weak spurt between your parted lips. He shakes it against the rim of the hole and a bit more sperm flicks out and splatters on your face.

"Thanks," he mutters and his prick disappears through the hole.

You spit the rest of his load onto the floor and wipe the remnants from your lips with the back of your arm.

The door opens and closes in booth #10. When you lean forward to look through the hole again you are surpised to see one of the younger men from the book store. He's wearing a hoodie and a baggy pair of jeans. A white college kid. You try to remember his face, but you can't.

He seems nervous and a little unsure of what to do. His hand rubs the bulge in his jeans, but he seems restless.