This story is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be realistic or true to life.
Charlie had been involved with Whyatt for a few years. They were pretty happy together and had an amazing sex life. He was her lover and Dom. She loved catering to him and being used by him in the bedroom. She had one fantasy though that they had talked about but up until recently was too afraid to pursue. She basically wanted to be fucked, used and abused by as many strangers as possible. Charlie and Whyatt had finally figured out the details. Tonight was the night.
Charlie was dressed in her sluttiest outfit. She wore a black short ruffled skirt, see-through red mesh shirt with black thigh high fishnet stockings and red high heels. Her black hair was put up into twin braids with red ribbon bows at the end. She wore a harness under the shirt that lifted and and squeezed her ample breasts pushing her nipples aggressively forward into the mesh fabric of her shirt. She wore a red lace thong over her bare shaved pussy. They were already damp with her arousal at tonight's prospects. She wore no makeup except mascara and a dark red lipstick.
"You ready?" Whyatt asked.
"As I'll ever be!" Charlie replied with a nervous grin.
They got into Whyatt's RV and pulled out onto the freeway. They drove out to one of the more remote truck stops along the 5. Charlie finished drinking the water Whyatt gave her, knowing she needed the hydration for what was to come. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life and already felt like she might explode if she didn't cum soon! They had the rules and contracts ready. She had her safe word, or ball if she was gagged, she could use it at any time.
Whyatt stopped to look at her. Raised an eyebrow and waited. She could change her mind. They could go back home. He wouldn't question it or be disappointed in her.
Charlie dropped to her knees and lifted her chin for him to place his collar around her throat. This completed the ritual of putting herself in his hands.
"Good girl," he whispered, and stepped out of the RV. It was time to go fishing. He knew once he hooked a one or two, word would spread. They'd come to him. Nothing they were doing was illegal. They weren't exchanging sex for money. She'd be fucking them in the RV and they'd limit their stay to less than 8 hours. Whyatt still felt a bit nervous, but overriding that was the raging hard-on he had from thinking about tonight. He'd be on hand, watching her fuck strangers for him, recording when they had permission. He'd watch her bend to their wills and in so doing, bend to him in ultimate obedience. The thought almost made him turn around and go fuck her himself!
Charlie kneeled on the cold hard floor, trembling in anticipation while she waited, her chest heaving with each shaky breath. It felt like an eternity. What if Whyatt couldn't find anyone who wanted to play their game? She wasn't conventionally attractive, she knew. Whyatt adored her curves, but she was painfully aware that some men placed all attraction on thinness. Would they want what was offered to them?
Whyatt had talked to an acquaintance who made a living as a trucker about their idea. He had enough information to know how to approach this. He knew the men would be eager when they knew it wouldn't cost them anything. He just had to break the ice. He went up near the restroom, lit a joint, and waited.
Charlie's knees and back were aching and she was cold. The novelty had started to wear off and she considered seeing if she could cancel this still. She bit her lip and thought about it. Then she heard voices outside the RV, one of them was Whyatt's. The other... belonged to a stranger. Anticipation zinged through her again and her pussy dripped anew. She adjusted her position slightly to be fully compliant with Master's expectations. Her back was slightly arched, pushing her breasts forward. Her knees were apart as wide as they would go and she sat back on her feet. Her hands rested on her knees, palm up in surrender and her eyes rested on the floor between her knees. She heard the door open and the RV lurched once and then twice as the two men stepped up. She could feel their appraisal as the men studied her in silence. She waited, breath coming quick and shallow.
"Look at me," Master's voice commanded. I obeyed without hesitation. I looked at him and resisted the urge to study the man he'd brought with him.
"So, what do you think? Are you interested in our proposition?"
"I'm... not sure. It sounds too good to be true and, no offense, but how do I know she actually wants to do this? That she's not being trafficked or something?"
