Truckpark Tranny

I was getting fucked again!

I would never go out looking for it, I’m a good girl.

But I would never avoid it.



After all, just being dressed in black inch-mesh fishnets, held up by

suspenders from a black lacy basque, nipped hard at my waist, with my

cock-clit barely covered by my pink g-string pouch and the string over

my divine snow white left cheek, while I tottered about on 8″, platform

heeled, “fuck-me” shoes, and nothing else, surely could not be causing it.


And it couldn’t be my long black hair, styled in “bunches” like “Abby”

from NCIS, or my bright red lipstick and “Goth” make-up, or the scarlet

polish on all my nails, hands and feet. The tats on my bubble butt

cheeks that read “W” on both sides could not be blamed either.


Yet as soon as I got out of my pick-up, dressed like this at 2am in

the busy truck park, I attracted attention.


WHY?


I’ve been stoping here for ten years or more, so the cries of

“Amanda’s back” did not surprise me. and soon I was on it, on the

thick and comfortable mattress, that I had forgotten that I had put

in the back of my truck, legs back to my ears as the gang-bang assembled.



I’d been thrown onto the mattress on my back, my legs were pushed over

a set of shoulders and a cock rammed up me, no preparation just straight

in to the hilt, the only lubrication being what I had applied before

leaving home, just luck I suppose.