Saturday's date started like any other, then went sideways. Then, it turned into a side gig. We didn't get to the date until later; skipping the shopping, we picked up Chik-fil-A at the drive-through and went home.
My big brother Doug is such a dickhead. I don't know why I go out with him. I hate that motherfucker.
He called on his way from work to pick me up. He only worked half a day on Saturdays, so we could have Date Night early.
"Hey, Dee-Dee, I'm on the way. Make sure you're ready when I get there and wear something slutty."
What a dickhead. All I had on was a sundress and panties. That would have to be slutty enough. I sat on the front porch, pulling on my boots, when Doug pulled up in the Hellcat.
I ran to the car and jumped in, reaching over to kiss Doug.
"Hey, baby," I said. "Check these out," I said and flashed him my big titties.
"Nice rack, sis," he said, reaching for them.
I slapped his hands and sat in my seat before he could grab them, saying, "Let's go, bro!"
He hit the gas, and the Hellcat sounded like a NASCAR race car; we hauled ass down the street, feeling the G forces push us back in the seats. Freebird played at full volume on the stereo.
I thought he was taking me somewhere nice, like shopping at the Ladies' Store to get me some clothes and take me out to eat at Chick-fil-A, then back to his place to watch porn and fuck. It was a typical Date Night, every girl's favorite date.
No such luck; Doug had other plans. He knows I have a thing about flashing truckers, so he took me out and made me put on a little show for them to see what they would do.
I got thrills doing it, but I didn't know I would become Doug's flash mob whore.
We were on the freeway when Doug spotted the first semi. I was lying back, sitting cross-legged against the center console. I was facing the window, playing with my pussy under my skirt. My feet were on the door, and my legs were wide open.
Doug pulled alongside the semi-truck and rolled down the window. My legs were wide open so the trucker could see my hands in my panties, but that was all. The dress mostly covered my crotch, so he hadn't seen my pussy yet.
He looked at the road and then back to me. I was peeling my dress down, showing him my boobs. I cupped them and lifted them so he could see how big they were, then I sucked each one in turn. I was trying to time what I did with his glances to make sure he didn't miss anything.
Doug was watching the road. He looked out the windshield and then back as he watched my little show.
"God damn, Dee-Dee, how did you get this slutty? Fucking whores don't even do half the shit you do," he said as he reached over my shoulder and pawed my tits with his big hands.
"Fuck you, I'm a good girl until you come around. You make me bad; you like me slutty. Just shut up and watch the fucking road before you wreck us."
I left the top of the dress around my waist and pulled the hem up, too. The dress was bunched up around my waist like a belt. The trucker could see my white thong barely covering my bush.
I teased the fuck out of him, slowly running my fingertips up and down my inner thighs to my panty crotch and back up to my knees. He was licking his chops and looking at me, and I seriously thought he would crash.
Finally, I pulled my panties aside and worked my pussy with both hands. My left fingers were rubbing my clit, and two of my right fingers were fucking my wet hole. I was getting into it and started to cum when I heard the trucker blowing his horn.
We were going eighty down the freeway when the air horns blared. Doug saw a rest area up ahead and floored it, passing the truck and pulling into the rest area parking lot. The trucker pulled in behind us, and the guy walked over to talk to Doug. I sat up and pulled my dress back on. The guy went back and got into his truck.
As I got out, Doug returned to the car, "What did you do, Doug? What was that all about?"
"Dee-Dee, you told me about your little whore fantasy, you little slut. Now you're gonna live it. You like 'em tall, dark, and handsome, right bitch? Well, there you go, one big, black, smelly truck driver. He smells like he hasn't showered in a week. I bet he's hung like a fucking donkey, too. Another one of your perverted fantasies. He loved your little slut show so much he paid me eight hundred dollars to cum inside you."
That asshole! Doug had made a deal with the trucker to fuck me for money. I looked over at the truck and then back at Doug. My mind was reeling. He was right; it was my fantasy to be used as a whore. Here was my chance. My inner slut must come out to play sometimes.
"Go on, slut! You know you want to! I'll wait for you here. GO!"
