Motorway Serviced
Well, I'd had a great time out in Manchester. I'd started off at the tranny
group then moved on to a few of the bars ending up in a club that allows
trannies in free and strutting my funky stuff. The only thing missing was a
fella, I'd not managed to get picked up by anyone, or at least not by anyone I
was willing to risk.
It's quite a long drive back home and en route I found myself getting hungry and
a rebellious spark fired in my. I pulled off the motorway at a service station,
crossed the bridge to the restaurant and went in for a meal.
It was quiet in there, a middle aged woman on the till, two coppers chatting to
her and a truck driver at one of the tables eating a sandwich. They all turned
to stare as I breezed in. Presumably they'd never seen a man dressed in a denim
jacket and knee skirt combo with a tight pink top over swelling breasts and bare
legs down to strappy denim sandal with bright pink toenails that matched the top
and my lipstick. By the time I'd grabbed a piece of cake and a coffee two more
staff had emerged from the kitchen and all were grouped around the till,
smiling. I chatted to them for a while, just small talk about how busy (or not)
they were and how boring it must be on the late shift, then I paid and went to
eat my cake.
There were a few minutes of staring and hushed whispering but pretty soon the
astonishment gave way to apathy and everyone went back to their normal routine.
The policeman and woman left soon after, the WPC smiling at me as she went by
and a few minutes later the truck driver left, nodding and saying "alright,
mate," in a cheery voice.
The cake was lovely and the coffee hot and coffee flavoured so I left a tip,
after all this was probably the first time these people had been honoured with a
tranny's visit and I wanted to leave a good impression.
I walked past all the closed fast food places on the bridge back to where my car
was parked and as I got to the end I saw the truck driver at a slot machine
scooping up a few coins from the tray. "Your luck's in." I laughed as I passed
him and he looked up.
"Is it?" He asked and there was an odd look in his eye that caused me to stop.
His eyes flicked down to my smooth, bare legs and pink toes then at the swell
where my fake breasts lay hidden. "You are a bloke, aren't you?"
I smiled. "Yeah." Then turned to go. I sensed him following me and I began to
wonder whether I'd embarrassed him which is always a dangerous thing to do when
a man's sexuality is involved.
"I wasn't sure," he said from behind, "as you've got such good legs."
I stopped and turned, looking him up and down. He was probably in his late
forties and had a bit of a paunch but for a truck driver was in quite good
shape. His face was weather-beaten and the term "rugged" sprang to mind, his
skin a little leathery. "Thank you." I said looking at him from hooded eyes. "Do
you drive a truck?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to Scotland in the morning."
"You're sleeping here?" I asked coyly.
He nodded again. "My rig's got a good sized bed in it." He said looking me
straight in the eye. "Would you like to see it?"
I stared right back at him for a moment then my lips curved into a grin. "Okay.
But I need to powder my nose first." He laughed and I followed him out to the
car park where he pointed out a big truck with ASDA on the side and one of those
American style cabs with the long nose and a big box behind to sleep in. I
hustled off to the Ladies and used the facilities, checking my make up and,
after a moment's debate, pulling off my firm control knickers. There was no
point in trying to keep all my bits squashed flat now he knew and was
interested, plus they were a bugger to remove in a confined space.
I could feel the cool air on my balls as it whipped up my skirt while I walked
across the car park to his wagon. The passenger door opened and I clambered in
as best I could without exposing myself. Inside it was warmer than I expected
and my new friend sat behind the wheel on a wide bench seat and. I noticed he'd
removed his shoes and socks. I was glad about that at least, I find guys who
leave their socks on a real turn off.
"You come here often?" He asked, and I laughed. "You look really good for a
bloke."
"Thank you." I said, taking it as a compliment. "So do you." I added with a
cheeky grin.
"Are your breasts real?"
"No, they're fake, but they have the right weight and feel."
He reached out and touched one, squeezing it gently. "Wow, they feel great." His
hand cupped my breast and fondled it gently so I took the opportunity to rest my
hand on his knee and slide it along his thigh. He shifted slightly, bringing
himself closer to me and squeezing my thigh with his free hand, sliding it up,
under my skirt and taking hold of my semi hard cock. "You're quite a big girl,
aren't you?" He murmured as I opened my legs to give him better access, my skirt
riding up. I leaned back so that my head rested against the door window, and
shifted so one leg rested along the top of the back seat the other dangling down
into the foot well as his big, rough hand played with my cock.
Once I was laid out in front of him he leaned forward and lowered his head
sucking my cock into his mouth and I moaned softly as it disappeared into that
warm, wet hole. He all but swallowed it, his nose buried into my trimmed pubes,
his hands playing with my smooth balls and asshole. I thought he was going to
pull my dick off he sucked so hard, obviously enjoying tasting a cock. There
wasn't much tongue action just a steady sucking and an occasional slurp,
although his fingers played with my balls and I wiggled my hips in delight as
his fingers probed deeper and deeper up my bottom. His tongue did little but
every time he swallowed it would move up and press a little firmer against the
under side of my cock head and I began to anticipate it and thrust as he gobbled
me. Pretty soon, with his fingers wriggling inside my hole I began to lose
control as his lips, still clamped into my shaft began slurping more often and
his tongue stimulated the underneath of my glans. My fingers splayed and smacked
the dashboard, my heels kicked the ceiling as my balls twitched and my prick
burst a gush of hot semen down his gullet. "Oh, yes." I gasped as I unloaded,
his throat spasming as he swallowed again and again taking every drop and
shoving three of his fingers deep into my asshole.
I sagged back into the seat, legs splayed wide as he finally took his vice like
lips from around my tool leaving it waning and glistening in the dim light. He
leaned back and began to unfasten his trousers as I lay before him, flaccid cock
dangling between creamy white thighs spread, and my skirt rucked up to display
it all.
My eyes widened as he yanked down both his trousers and under shorts in one
forceful motion revealing a wild thatch of gingery brown pubic hair from which
thrust a cock that was almost as long and thick as my forearm. Its head was long
and pointed, uncut but so rampant that the foreskin was pulled back taught
leaving the crimson head free and pointing straight at me. Although his shaft
was thick the head ridge stuck out all around by almost half an inch reminding
me of one of those tall mushrooms with the pointed caps.
As I gazed at this huge piece of meat he reached out and grabbed my ankles, one
in each hand and shoved my legs up in the air and out to the side bringing his
crotch close enough to push against my hole and open it out with the point of
his cock. I was beginning to wonder whether I could take all this when he pushed
my legs up further, and I felt a sharp pain as my thigh muscles strained and my
knees brushed my ears. For a moment I thought he'd torn a ligament or something
but the pain soon faded and I suddenly realised that my bottom was stuffed full
of cock. What with the roughness with my legs and his opening me up with his
fingers I'd taken him all in without noticing.
As he pulled out though that was a different story, I felt the ridge of his cock
head rub against the soft and sensitive inside of my rectum sending a shudder
that was almost an orgasm running through me. Reflexively I clamped my ass
muscles closed tight to prevent him withdrawing completely and he groaned in
pleasure and pushed in deep to give me that content, filled feeling again. We
soon got into it, me moaning in ecstasy as he scraped down my asshole then him
gasping with delight as I squeezed shut and he pushed deep in again, the two of
us savouring the dirty pleasure of homosex in a lorry car park. My head bumped
gently against the door and I let myself sink into a world of carnal pleasure as
my ass was fucked hard by another man, revelling in the sinful gratification and
downright depravity of being a man dressed as a woman with another man's cock up
his backside and enjoying every moment of it. I began to moan as that regular
chafing inside my made my hole even more tender so the feeling intensified each
time his cock slid out of me, the tight grip of his rough hands holding my
ankles high in the air so my heels scraped the cab ceiling completing the
sensation that I was just a dirty girl.
He began to grunt and his thrusts became even more forceful and urgent, ramming
in and out of me like a steam hammer and I wonder whether he was going to split
me wide open. Then he gasped and I felt my ass get intensely hot as a flood of
hot semen burst into my already stuffed hole, I cried out as the pressure
squirted it so far up inside me I expected to taste it, then with a groan my own
cock twitched and I felt my juices spatter all across my face as that huge piece
of meat began to wane and slide out of my gaping asshole.
"Wow," he said, leaning back and letting my legs fall, "you're a great fuck."
I said nothing, still giddy from the all out fucking I just been given, my legs
flopping lifelessly across his.
He beckoned me over and we scrambled awkwardly into the bed section where he put
his arms around me and after a brief kiss we snuggled up close together and fell
asleep.
