After a short rest to catch our breath, both Logger and I decided it was time to get a bite to eat, and freshen up. Our bodies and his sleeper reeked of sex, and the cum in my empty stomach gurgled and threatened to rebel if I didn't get some solid food. I did my best to make myself presentable, and together we went into the service station/truck stop.
"Follow my lead and let me do the talking." Logger ordered as we headed towards the Truckers Only lounge. "There will be shower back there so you can clean up, and then we'll get you some food."
I followed him diligently, like a puppy as he strode confidently through the truck stop, saying hello to people he knew from his regular trips through the area. Several of them gave me knowing glances, and I blushed, suddenly very aware of the smell of cum that permeated my body. It certainly didn't help that my rumpled tube top and shorts made me look like a cheap prostitute - which at this point I suppose I was. We made our way past a small lounge with comfortable leather sofas, until we reached the shower rooms. Logger spoke to an employee and paid for a use of a shower and a towel rental for me, and pointed me towards one of the shower rooms.
"Head on in there and get yourself cleaned up." he said. "I'll make sure they have some hot food and coffee for you when you get out."
I smiled and thanked him, and hurried into the stall, very aware of the stares of a few men sitting in the lounge. As I closed the door behind me, I heard Logger offering my services to one of them. No doubt he would keep me busy all night. I felt my pussy grow warm at the thought. I undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade all over my body. After several relaxing minutes, I began to feel clean again, and let my mind (and hands) begin to wander.
I thought of my predicament, being used by a stranger - pimped out as his whore. I had sucked two strange men's dicks today, and enjoyed it. I played with my nipples as I thought about Logger's enormous cock - far the biggest I had even seen in person. My hand strayed between my thighs as I imagined meeting him at a truck stop every time he came through town and letting him fuck me senseless in his sleeper cab. I rubbed my clit as I pictured joining him on the road for days at a time, letting him use my pussy at every pit stop. Sucking and choking on his dick for long hours on the road. I plunged two fingers inside myself and moaned as I envisioned all the strangers he would make me service as we traveled - turning a profit off my wanton wet pussy. I came hard on my own hand, leaning against the cold tiles for balance, eyes closed as the hot water beat down on my chest.
I opened my eyes to see Logger and another man watching me through the open shower stall door. With my horny thoughts distracting me, I had forgotten to lock the door. I yelped slightly and covered my pussy and tits with my hands - far too late, obviously. Their matching grins told me they had gotten quite a show.
"Holy shit she's hot." said the newcomer.
"Told you." Logger said, holding out a hand into which the stranger placed a handful of bills.
Logger quickly counted the money. "That's only 80 bucks!" he protested as the man started to enter the room.
"Its all I have on me. It won't take long!" the man replied.
Logger grinned. "I'll be right outside. Don't take too long, she needs a good meal."
"I'll give you something to swallow girl." the man said obscenely while Logger laughed.
The door closed behind him and he wasted no time in stripping naked. He was short, with a small working-man's pot belly and a very hairy chest. His penis was average length, and thick, though half hidden inside a forest of pubic hair. He joined me under the hot stream of water, running his rough hands up and down my body. I uncovered myself and reached out, giving his erection a testing tug. He moaned, and leaned in to suck on my nipple, while his hand drove between my legs.
"You're so fucking wet." he remarked.
I just moaned in response as he probed my pussy with one finger. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand, the other cupping the back of his head as he did a surprisingly good job of suckling my breast. He ran his tongue in circles around my nub, flicking and nibbling at it occasionally. I began to thrust my hips against his hand, fucking myself on his finger. He thrust his hips, fucking my fist like a flesh light. After a few moments of this, I let go of him, turned around, and bent at the waist with my hands braced against the tile in front of me.
"Fuck my pussy." I ordered him huskily.
Without a word he took position behind me and immediately thrust himself to the hilt inside me. He reached around my hips with one hand and rubbed my clit as he began to hump me from behind. Where Logger was a pile driver, he was more like a humming bird - quick, short strokes - which combined with his rubbing my clit brought me quickly to the brink of another orgasm. I shuddered and my legs nearly gave out as I climaxed. My partner seemed to enjoy it as well, as my pussy gripped and squeezed him in the throes of pleasure, he approached his own finish.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm about to cum!" the man gasped, pushing himself as far inside me as he could.
I felt his cock throb inside me, pumping my pussy full of his cum like he was filling his tank at a gas station. The rhythmic expansion and explosion of his member extended my own orgasm, drawing out the pleasure in waves as I felt his cum begin to leak around the edges of his cock and dribble down my inner thighs. He leaned against my back for balance, trapping me as his cock began to slowly grow soft. Finally, it shriveled and fell from inside me, and he stepped back, breathing heavily. I moaned as I came down, standing myself back under the hot spray of the shower. He joined me under the hot spray, rinsing himself and caressing the curve of my breasts as he did. I took over his end of this, lifting, turning, and rubbing his dick clean. I leaned down and planted a kiss on its head, and it pulsed once, growing slightly. He smiled and ran his hands down my sides as I stood back up.
"You are one hell of a full service whore." he said with admiration in his tone.
"Thank you." I smiled in return.
The man stole my towel, and dried himself off before redressing and departing. As he left, Logger re-entered with a fresh towel for me. I thanked him for the thoughtful gesture, and he told me to finish cleaning up and he'd have some hot food ready for me. I thanked him, and enjoyed the glorious hot water for another five minutes before I dried myself, redressed in my damp clothes, and exited the shower.
Logger was waiting for me outside, and took my hand, leading me to a table in the trucker section of the dining room. The table was already laid out with the kind of breakfast only diners and truck stops provide - eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, fruit and juice. My stomach rumbled immediately at the sight and smell of the food, and I dug in ravenously. Logger has a half-finished plate of fried in front of him, and sipped a coffee, watching me eat.
"Worked up an appetite did you?" he said with smile when I paused to breath between bites.
"Uh huh." I mumbled through a mouthful of toast.
"Well conserve your strength because your next customer is already waiting." he said with a grin.
