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It was close to two o'clock in the morning, and Amy Parker had been driving for six hours across the rolling Texas prairie, heading toward Dallas. It had been an hour since she passed the cities of Odessa and Midland in the Permian Basin country, and now the headlights on the interstate were the only visible signs of life.
She didn't like driving so late at night, but she had been one of the presenters at the awards banquet after the sales conference, so she had been at the head table and unable to sneak out until the dinner was over. She was glad that she had taken the time to change into a comfortable tube-top and gym shorts, because the air-conditioner in her car wasn't working and the hot, dry air rushing in through the open windows of her car did little to keep her cool. In her business suit she would have been sweaty and miserable - as it was she was just sweaty and a bit uncomfortable.
She saw the glow in the dark night sky behind the shadow of a hill before she saw the actual signs and lights of the truckstop. Then she was over the hilltop, headed down, and the truckstop was a bright oasis above the off-ramp about a mile ahead of her. Suddenly she was hungry, and she thought that a cup of coffee wouldn't be bad, either.
She signaled for the ramp, although there were no cars within sight in her lane at the moment.
Amy parked her car outside the little truckstop diner, noticing as she got out that there was only one tractor-trailer rig parked in the lot. She smiled - at least the place wouldn't be too crowded. She hitched up the front of her tube-top as she headed for the door, then tugged at the leg of her shorts so they wouldn't be stuck to her ass quite so tightly when she went inside.
The inside of the diner was lit with bright fluorescent overheads. She looked around and saw that there was no one in the booths, and only one man sitting at the counter. She opted for the counter, and sat down a few stools away from the man.
He glanced at her and called out, "Hey, Joe, ya gotta customer."
Another man came out from a room behind the counter, smiling and wiping his hands on a dish towel. "Sorry, Miss," he said to Amy. "I was just back there getting some dishes done."
Amy smiled at him. "No problem, I just walked in. What all do you have to eat at this time of night?"
Joe pointed to the menu board on the wall behind him. "Anything you want offa there, I can fix it. We're not like Mickey-D's, where you can only have breakfast when they think it is breakfast time. You want some coffee?"
"Yes, please. And two eggs over easy, hash browns, and ham. Now that you mention it, a little bit of breakfast sounds pretty good."
Joe poured her a cup of coffee, then went back to the kitchen, and Amy turned to catch the other customer looking her over. He didn't seem embarrassed at being caught - in fact, he just grinned and kept on looking. Amy didn't mind a bit. She worked out at the gym in her office building every day, and was proud of her body. If the man had been an obvious scum-bucket, she would have felt differently about being so openly ogled, but this guy's dark hair, tanned good looks, and brawny build attracted her. She smiled back at him.
"Hi, I'm Amy."
Amy stretched her arms forward, up, and back, giving Tom a good look at the movement of her breasts, naked under the thin knit tube-top.
She knew without even looking that the air-conditioned chill of the diner had hardened her nipples, although she expected that they might have hardened anyway at the thoughts that were going through her head, as she checked out the hunk who was checking her out.
"It sure is nice to get in here off of the road for awhile," Amy told him.
"I'm glad you chose this place to stop. What brings you through here?"
"Business trip. Big sales conference down in Las Cruces. You know."
"Oh, I see ... sales conference, eh? You stay pretty busy?"
"Um, yes, most of the time." His question seemed odd to her for some reason, but Amy wasn't sure exactly why.
"Lots of those sales guys looking for a good time away from home, I'll bet."
Then she had it. This guy thought she was a hooker, a prostitute! Well, she thought, with the way she was dressed and with her nips sticking out through her top, she probably looked the part. She almost giggled, but choked it off into a sort of snort-gasp-cough.
"You OK?" Tom looked concerned.
Amy wondered idly whether he would catch her if she faked a swoon and fell to the floor - after all, she could hardly be blamed for being tired after a busy sales conference! She stifled another giggle.
"Oh, yes, I'm OK," she answered. "Just got a little bit of coffee down the wrong way."
He nodded. "So where you headed now?"
"Dallas." She decided to tease him a little bit. "That's where I usually work, when I'm not having to travel for these conventions and so forth." Perfectly true, although not the way he would probably interpret it.
"Dallas." He rubbed his chin. "Big city gal, huh? You work on your own there, or with one of those big-time operations?"
She grinned, wondering how long she could stretch out this little game. "It's a pretty large, um, organization," she told him, "but I have a lot of independence in what I do."
Just then Joe brought out Amy's food and refilled both of their coffee cups. She smashed the eggs and stirred them into the hash-browns, then ate a forkful and smiled at Joe. "Delicious," she told him. He smiled back, then turned and went back to the kitchen, leaving Amy and Tom alone at the counter. Amy started cutting her ham into bite-
size pieces to eat along with the eggs and potatoes.
She looked back at Tom, who was just sitting and watching her eat.
She wondered if he was getting up his nerve to ask the price of a lay.
"Are you, uh, working now, or just traveling?" he asked.
Amy chewed that over with her food, then swallowed. "Just traveling," she told him. "But like I said, I'm pretty independent. I can work whenever I choose." She carefully looked down and away from him.
"Anytime I get an offer I like - you know how it is." She stretched again, twisting her body from side to side to work out the travel kinks and give Tom another good look at her tits.
She turned back and saw him counting through his wallet. He noticed her looking and covered up by taking out money to pay for his meal.
When she finished her own food, Joe came out again and she paid him and left a good tip. Then she stood up and did some leg stretches. She put one foot up on the stool she'd been sitting on, and bent down to grasp her toes and touch her chin to her knee. She was looking straight down her leg at Tom, knowing that he could probably see right up the leg of her shorts to her panties, as well as down the front of her tube-top into her cleavage.
She decided to tease him just a little bit more. "I guess I'm ready to get on my way ... unless there is any reason you know of not to leave just yet."
He clearly recognized that as a challenge. "How does a hundred dollars sound?"
She looked at him closely and saw the desire in his eyes, and the apprehension that all the money he had might not be enough to buy her favors. She looked him up and down - he was big, and good-
looking, and seemed clean, and ... what the hell, he was horny, she was horny - she decided to go ahead with it.
"Sounds pretty good to me, since I'm just traveling and not really working."
They went out to his truck, and Tom showed her the sleeper compartment mounted behind the cab. He helped her climb in, switched on a small reading-light, and they sat together on the tiny bunk. Amy wondered if he would tell her what he wanted her to do, or would just expect her to give him "the usual".
She had heard that most hookers didn't like to kiss on the mouth, but she was yearning to kiss him. She settled for leaning over against him and kissing his neck instead. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer, squashing her breasts against his ribs. She put one arm around his waist, and with the other began to unbutton his shirt, one-
handed. She kissed her way down his neck to his chest. He hardly had any chest hair, so she was able to freely lick and nibble his flesh.
When she had his shirt unbuttoned, she undid his belt, then the fly of his jeans. She could feel the hard bulge of his prick through his cotton briefs, and deliberately drew her fingers across it as lightly as she could, making him press upwards against her hands to maintain the contact.
She pulled away and slid down to kneel on the floor by the bed, pulling off his boots and working his jeans down over his hips and then off.
She gently stroked his cock and balls with both hands, still touching it through the thin briefs.
Then she stood and with one motion pulled her tube-top down around her waist, baring her magnificent breasts. She moved to straddle his lap, and pulled his head down so that his face was between her boobs. He took the hint and began to lick and then suck her nipples.
His hands rose to hold and squeeze her tits while he sucked.
"Oh, yesss," she groaned, bumping and rubbing her pubic mound against his washboard stomach.
Tom looked up at her and his voice was husky, "I want to fuck you now." He grasped the waistband of her shorts on both sides and pulled them down, along with her panties, over her hips and down her legs until she could step out of them.
Amy pushed her tube-top down and off also, and stood naked before him. "Take off the briefs, stud - or do you want me to do it?"
"You do it." He stood to make it easier for her.
She knelt again, reaching up to slowly, slowly, pull his briefs down over the bulge of his erection. It sprang free and waved in front of her face. She pulled the briefs all the way down and Tom kicked them off, then stood silently. Amy reached up again, with both hands, to hold and stroke Tom's long, thick organ. She cupped his balls in one hand while pumping his shaft with the other, and leaned close to plant a kiss on the tip. She opened her lips just enough to let him feel her tongue on the bulbous head of his cock, then licked slowly up and down the shaft. She was just preparing to try taking his cock into her mouth, wondering if she could even suck one so large, when he patted her shoulder.
"Get up, babe. That's real good, but I think I'm hard enough already, and I want to get inside that hundred dollar pussy of yours."
She had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be a hooker. She got obediently to her feet and knelt on the bunk, her back to him and both hands up against the wall. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
"How do you want me?" she asked, wondering if he would take her "hundred dollar pussy" or her ass. Men always seemed to want to do her anally, which was not her favorite way, but she reminded herself that she was just a hooker and that she had to do whatever he wanted.
She wiggled her shapely ass at him, glad that she had never shirked her Stairmaster workout.
"That looks just fine right there," he told her, resting one hand on her waist as the other quested between her legs for the wetness of her cunt. He slid two fingers into her, and she squeezed them just to show him that she could - she never shirked her Kegel exercises, either.
"Geez, you are wet - and tight, too." He stood behind her and guided the head of his dick into the opening of her cunt, then grasped her waist with both hands as he began to drive it into her. One push, two, three, and he was buried in her all the way, her extreme wetness making it an easy entry.
Amy gasped as Tom's cock filled her pussy like it had never been filled before. Not even that beefcake lifeguard she had fucked one summer had filled her cunt like this, and he had been hung like a horse. Then Tom began to thrust, moving his big prick in and out of her, his hard abdominal muscles bumping against her ass with each stroke. He moved his hands up and around to hold her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
"Oh, God, that's so good," Amy moaned, wondering if whores were allowed to voice their pleasure. "Fuck me harder!"
Tom obliged by speeding up his pace, pulling his cock almost out and then slamming it back in again. Amy slumped down so that her face was on the bed, her ass high in the air. She reached back with one hand to stroke her clit, feeling the orgasm coming closer and closer, and then it came and she cried out as her pussy spasmed around Tom's thrusting prick, "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm coming, oh that is so good." Tom kept right on fucking her as she hit her peak and came down, then slowed his thrusts and finally pulled out of her.
She caught her breath and looked back. Now he would want to do her ass. They always did. She grimaced at the thought - but then her pussy was still creaming from the great fucking he had given her, so maybe it would be worth it.
"I want to come in your mouth," Tom mumbled, as if ashamed to ask.
"Oh yes," said Amy, turning back to face him, glad that she wouldn't have to take his big prick up her ass.
Tom sat on the bunk while Amy slipped to the floor and again took hold of his tool with both hands. She licked all around the head, then up and down the shaft, enjoying the taste of her own juices on him.
Finally she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his bulging cockhead, bobbing her head up and down as she licked and sucked that sensitive knob. She opened her lips as wide as she could and tried to work more of his cock into her mouth, but could only get about half of it in before the tip hit the back of her mouth, and there was no way she was going to try throating that monster. She backed off a little bit to give herself room to work, and bobbing her head up and down over as much of his cock as she could take, licking her way down and then sucking hard as she drew her lips back again. She let some saliva dribble down his shaft, and with that lubricant she pumped him with both hands, jerking him off into her mouth.
It didn't take much of this treatment before Tom was breathing hard and gasping out, "Here it comes!" as he pumped a full load of jism into her mouth. Amy swallowed quickly, and then again as another jet of come followed the first. The third gush was more than she could handle, and a big glob escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
Amy continued pumping Tom's cock with her hands until she had milked out the last of his semen, swallowing every drop, then wiped the come from her face and licked it off of her fingers. Then Tom collapsed backwards on the bed, literally drained, and Amy contentedly rested her head on his thigh.
After awhile he started to get up, but she pushed him back into the bed and crawled in on top of him. She lay on his stomach, face down, with her thighs pressing down on his softened prick and her tits mashed down on his chest. Her face was only inches from his as she smiled down at him.
"That was nice," she said. "Do you have to leave soon?"
"Ah, no, I've got until seven Ay Em before my mandatory rest stop is over - but, ah, well, I don't think I can afford any more of ... well ... uh ..."
He rolled to the side, almost toppling her to the floor, and dug his wallet out of his pants.
"Here is the hundred dollars, but that's all I have. I'm plumb tapped out. Not that I wouldn't mind a little more time with you, but I just plain don't have the cash." He seemed relieved once he had finished making the statement.
Amy took the money and looked at it, three twenties, three tens, and two fives. About half an hour's consulting fee for her - probably a full day's net earnings for him.
Tom spoke again. "How would I get in touch with you, uh, you know, if I was passing through Dallas?"
"I'll give you my card." She leaned over to dig in her purse, pretending to put the money away as she dug a business card from her pocketbook. She tucked both money and card into the pocket of his shirt. Wouldn't he be surprised when he dug them out and learned that she was an Assistant Vice President of Marketing at one of the biggest sales consulting firms in Dallas?
Then she snuggled up against him, wiggling her hips and feeling his cock throb in response against her thighs. She leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then square on his lips.
"Let's just say the rest of the night is on me - although I don't mind being on top, if that's what you want."