"Captain and Tennille at a time like this." He sighs, "What's next Muskrat Love?"
"Oh my gosh! My Grandparents used to play that song. One of the few good memories I had living with them."
"Days gone by Golly."
"Please understand me Baby, I swear I'm not going anywhere unless you force me out. Can we... see how things go once you see me in action, share in it with me, me you?"
"Me too." Venus jumped on the hand wagon, her fingers teasing her clit while razzing Dixon. "I want in." So did her fingertips, two at that.
"If that's what Dixon wants I'm willing to share."
"Yay!" Venus sank into her seat planting one foot on the dash to fuck herself. Seeing that Dixon knew he needed to buy his kid a toy. Kid figuratively she being 18 going on 15.
"A'ight, Holly Golly. Ring gets put away for a rainy day."
"Thank you Baby. I'll always do my best to make you happy."
"I got faith in you. Truck Stop is comin' up Golly. Lord knows we both need showers here."
"Think of me up against the shower wall." Chris smiled nibbling at a nail, it reminded her she needed to paint her nails. It wasn't anything that she did often but seeing Eve's perfect nails she felt it was time to up her accents. "Only do Venus instead."
"Do what Mommy tells you Mister." Venus reacted as she showed Dixon her wet fingers. He nodded with a wink confirming his desire to do just that. "Bye Mommy."
"Bye Venus. Keep Daddy happy until he gets home."
"I will! There's nothing I won't do for Daddy." So cute! Even Chris had to agree on that note.
"Call me tomorrow."
"Record more."
"I'll keep you buried in footage Baby." She loved being filmed so that was hardly an amateur request. "Maybe next week I'll go back to the grocery store and get video in the cooler for you."
"Anything and anywhere Golly. Hardcore!"
"Yes Daddy." She giggled, "Clean behind your ears."
"Uh huh!" Dixon ended the call and careened off the highway into the truck stop, a seedy stop but it offered hot showers and a gift shop full of useless postcards. "Grab our towel."
"I'll wear the washcloth."
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Stimulated by the idea of a personal wardrobe Christina Holly strolled to the bedroom closet and gathered up all the clothes she never wore and threw them on the bed. Keeping only a Sunday dress in case she needed to look normal for any function that might require it, the rest seemed pointless, half of her wardrobe didn't even fit anymore. With Dixon's blessing she moved four of his long sleeve shirts to her side, two flannel, two thinner materials but cowboy style. She tried on one of his old T-shirts, but it didn't cover her tracks so to speak, beyond her hips. Nightshirt at best but why bother she slept in the nude these days anyway. Digging deeper she discovered a brown duster style trench coat that she had only seen Dixon wear one time ever, back when they first met face to face. Curious she took it off of its hanger and tried it on.
"No wonder he never wears this." She felt snug in it, "If it's tight on me... probably because of the size of my girls and my ass... it has to be tight on him." While it did fit her it barely came together in front. With no sash on it the coat would literally have to be held together. Looking down at her toes she found the tailored hemline just below her knees.
"He must have bought this in his teen years when he was shorter. I love the look of it on me." She admired herself in her dresser mirror. "I am so adopting you Cowpoke." Wearing nothing underneath it she gauged what she looked like without holding the collars together. It left a two-inch gap between touching all the way down. With no buttons or sash it was just a throw over style coat. "A hint of what's beneath can't hurt." She giggled. Thing is her cunt was in perfect view even if her tits could only be seen right down the middle. "You can see my holster. I'll refer to it as Pistol Peek." Eve Adams humor was rubbing off. Dixon's as well. Delicate fingers moving up her tummy through her cleavage she shivered, "Head me off at the pass Boys." Too funny!
Considering a brown cowboy hat on the top shelf to go with it she scowled, "I don't want to have flat hair, not for me. I need boots, Eve did say we should go shopping so those are on my list. Hold up!" She paused in thought, "I totally forgot that Dixon bought me a pair of undies that I've never ever worn. Too silly I guess."
Digging into her intimate drawer she found the orange G-string with white letters written in almost fine print on the crotch. "Posse Cuntrol!" As if he thought I'd ever wear these. Guess now might be the time." Slipping them on the tiny patch covered most of her twat but the top of her hood swelled out into a visual. "No tugging these up unless..." Pulling them inside her labia was the only way her hood was obstructed from view. "Spike's Peak it is. Hood ornament! If I got pierced down here like Dixon said, it would look sexy. I might have to toughen up and get that done."
Taking the coat off, she hung it back up on her side of the closet but left the G-string on. It was comfy and she loved seeing that hinting hood. Prowling in only that G-string she considered a few more of this type of under garments if she could find them. Taking a picture wearing them she sent it to Eve and Dixon for when they might see it. From there she cleaned house, the dust build up was annoying. Ten minutes after sending the pic Eve replied back, "Ooo! Those are cute. I have a few like that." It became a modelling session between girls as Eve put what she had on and took pics. She even wrote, "You can send those to Dixon if you want. LOL!" Chris intended to, even if Eve hadn't offered.
"I want to go shopping again for sexy clothes. Boots and heels like you suggested."
"We can do that. Friday morning? I can't tomorrow because I'm meeting my parents for lunch. Anniversary time!"
"Friday is fine. I'll shoo off any guys dropping by and be ready by 10:00."
"Sounds good Me Amiga. Flannel shirts? I found one of Rosco's." A pic sent in a red and black flannel similar to Christina's blue one she questioned, "Too much red considering my head's on fire?" Her hair was fire red so she just wasn't sure.
"I think you look gorgeous in it. Only thing is you're smaller so you swim in it."
"Right! Down to my knees isn't real attractive is it?"
"We can buy you some that fit better. I only suggested wearing Rosco's shirt because I was wearing Dixon's. It never occurred to me Rosco was that much larger than you."
"Gotta love giant guys." Eve admitted, "I love being a rag doll during sex. It's sooo hot when I can't resist and he hits me hard. LOL!"
"I like it when three guys pin me down and I'm helpless. I cum soooo hard."
"Shush! Don't go making me want that. I'm being bad enough just... well you know. LOL!"
"Hanging with me? Not sorry! LOL!" Right back at her.
"Me neither. I just need to dial it back some." Three minutes after sending that text she texts back, "Selleck just messaged me. OMG! I'll dial back after I fuck him. Deleting this message after I send it. LOL! Chat later! Bye!" Kissy emoji added as a finale.
"Watch out for his Doberman's. LOL!" Chris shot back with her own kissy face. Bored now, Chris cleaned her bathroom. Where was everybody today?
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Dixon Moretti and Venus Flye made their way toward the truck stop showers. Passing by numerous semi's all lined up Venus made certain to flirt with any driver looking her way. Wearing Dixon's black wife beater, she wasn't shy in hiding her tits, nips barely concealed as she skipped along like she was playing hopscotch behind Dixon. He knew her routine trying to tease guys as if she were far younger than she truly was. Guys were guys... they drooled regardless. As long as she had ID to prove her age let the roleplay begin. She had an awful lot of Daddy's out there.
As if playing Pied Piper, Venus would curl a coaxing finger toward those drivers who appeared interested, then mooned them. Once they saw her bare ass the interest escalated. Seeing towels over their shoulders, alongside a change of clothes, and a hygiene bag in Dixon's hands those watching knew their destination. Before long drivers had decided they too might need to shower up. Smelling good if they got lucky was a smart objective.
Entering the showering area they found them to be communal rather than separate rooms. With more male truckers on the highway it made more sense to the State. Walking in Dixon found an empty shower stall, three of five empty but he had his pick. With his touching the side wall they were in a corner. Two truckers following them in eyed Venus who waited until they were zoomed in on her before she whipped her wife beater off and posed naked for them. Finger to her lips as if saying, "Shhh!" She danced her way across the room and hugged both of them from behind.
"Want me to bathe you Sir?" She flirted sheepishly. Monetary agenda spoken, she immediately had two clients. Playing it as Rock, Paper, Scissors the men found their order. Dixon nodding at them just climbed into his shower and enjoyed the hot water on his own. Three minutes in he heard Venus being fucked against a shower wall, her kiddy voice echoing to the beat of, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me really hard!" Daddy number one was more than happy to apply. Comply even!
Those men occupying the other two showers already in use noted her excessive cries of pleasure and laughed, "Taking numbers?" One man spoke loudly proving his desire to join. Dixon found it in him to reply for Venus. "ANSWER THE MAN!" That made Venus whimper, "I want it! I want it!"
"There Ya have it." Dixon laughed, "Stall to stall... no stallin'!" His voice command heard Venus rallied, "On my way Daddy's!" Business was booming. So were their cum cannons.
Enjoying her symphony of moans and complimenting her lovers by building their egos with ramblings of, "He's so big." and "Fuck my tight asshole!" She was raking in the dough. Shower curtain opening, another closing she was moving right on down the line. Dixon finishing up his own cleansing shut his shower off and dried himself. Her wails were giving him a hard on too. Stepping out of his stall with his towel wrapped around him he was taken back by seeing four newcomers waiting in line for a shower. Dixon stepping in to meet with those who had fucked her already collected her earnings. Pimp Dixon in the house!
Those waiting wanted in too, so he was banking on a good nights haul. Being a truck driver himself that said a lot. An easy $1,200 bucks in his clean jeans Dixon noted the time. Once Venus stepped from her current stall with water droplets clinging Dixon pointed at her. "Double up! We're on a schedule." Selecting two naked drivers at one time she took them down to Dixon's now vacant stall and cleaned them up before getting DP'd between them in the stall. Her cries shook the windshield's in the lot.
Taking time to shave at a sink before putting his shirt on Dixon stood guard until she had completed her task. With two more gents having paid up he had to at least honor them. Both holding out on stepping into freed up stalls to make certain they got what they paid for was smart. Dixon understood that.
With a screaming orgasm and guys whupping it up Dixon decided to rally his concern, "You all right V-Neck?"
"Waiting on Billy Daddy."
"Almost there Daddy." Billy laughed and nutted hard into her ass. After several deafening snarls Billy let Venus down, she kissing his cheek then abandoning them. The two men realized one of them had to go so Billy took on another free stall to clean up.
Shuffling toward her paid customers Venus had to show off. Turning her back to them she bent over and pried her cheeks wide letting them view white puddles oozing from her butthole. While most men might get grossed out, that was not the trucker's code. Nobody leaves the dock until fully loaded. Air brakes on the slut's part. Dixon chuckling took his wet washcloth and wiped her ass clean. "Diaper duty." He chuckled.
Into a stall they went, another threesome, another ten minutes. Sadly, if they had time Dixon could have doubled their money, drivers were inquiring. As Venus finished up her second DP of the night and stepped out wiggling proudly, hands in the air she smiled flirtatiously and looked at Dixon with hunger in her eyes, "More Daddy? Please say yes."
"Fuck it! Low tire pressure." He chuckled and took the cash of two more drivers. Declining more he apologized for closing shop. They understood they were all on schedules too. With only two drivers left out Dixon shook his head seeing their disappointment. "Aww! Yer killin' me... hang on fellas."
Pulling the curtain aside to see Venus with her back to the wall, legs around her lover's waist Dixon grumbles, "Half price if Y'all got room for two more." Laughing the guys allowed the other two stragglers in. Dixon pulling the curtain closed laughed at the compact stall. Dicks had to be rubbing dicks, Venus buried in the middle. Sure enough she was let down so that she could kneel between the four corners of her world and suck them all off. At half price it was better than nothing. Like Dixon's tires, scrotums were deflated.
Fully dressed Dixon counted his cash, each bill moving between hands based on her throat's rhythm of "AWK AWK AWK AWK!" He was having fun at their dispense. "Jizzillion dollars." He laughed under his breath.
