Interstate Reas Area Whore

A big man maybe 6’4” and close to 300 pound. He had a full beard and bib overhauls on over a flannel shirt. “Excuse me, dear,” he said in a deep voice.
I stopped at the car door and turned and said, “Yes what can I do for you sweetie. You looking for a date?”
“Sure am baby doll, if in your not to expensive,” he replied with a big grin reveling bad teeth.
I took out a smoke and lit it and said, “Let’s talk turkey in your cab where it is warmer.”
He agree and we strolled to his Peterbuilt eighteen wheeler park just behind Don’s rig. He asked right off if I was a women or one of those faggot men that dressed like a woman. I told him a faggot man that dressed like a woman and started to get out of the cab. He stopped me and told me not to get all huffy. All he wanted was a blow job and to whip my ass with his leather belt. “That ought to be worth a hundred dollars to a sissy slut like you.”
So I went into the sleeper area and bent over. He completely unlaced the back of my skirt and moved each side of the skirt to the side. Whack, I felt the sting of the leather belt against the exposed round ass cheeks. The fist was followed by nine more stinging whacks, and I could feel my ass turning cherry red. He turned me around and there in front of me was his smelly excuse of a dick. It barely made it out of the fly in his overalls. I took his cock and sucked it all most gagging from the smell of the cheese under his foreskin. He cam quickly and from the volume of spunk he unloaded into my mouth; he must have had huge balls. He did half ass help me lace the back of my skirt back up. He must have missed half the eyelets but at least the skirt did some what cover my ass again. I climbed down from his cab, lit a cigarette and once again started for my car. The cool night breeze blowing through the two inch gap down the back of my skirt by loose laces felt good on the welts on my ass cheeks from his leather belt.