DADDY AT THE TRUCKSTOP – 4

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DADDY AT THE TRUCKSTOP – 4Daddy at the Truckstop – 4The van didn’t have many windows, but there wasn’t a lot to see anyway where I was. Tucked neatly in a cage, my wrists and ankles were chained to the bars, and a ring gag kept my mouth open, at first drooling a bit, but over time my mouth started to become dry. The vibrating plug in my asspussy didn’t slow at all. I could feel the bumps of the concrete as Daddy sped down the freeway, and I had no way of knowing how far he was taking me from the truckstop. Was it 30 minutes? 45? It was hard to say. At first I was filled with shame and fear after Daddy made my clitty cum in the cage, but as my thoughts wandered on the long ride, the haze of lust grew again.My mind drifted to my chats with Daddy. I had been talking with him on and off for over a year, and he lived far enough away that meeting wasn’t an easy thing. He knew how to talk to sissies like me, who needed a firm hand, coaxing, patience. He knew how to draw out my perverted fantasies, telling him my dirty desires, before planting the seeds of something dirtier in my mind. I told him of my desire to be tied up most of the time, to be made to serve cock, to serve many cocks at the same time while dressed like a sluttish schoolgirl bitch, and to not have a choice. He carried it farther, and it only made me hotter and hotter to hear about how he wanted to take me to the seedy places like the truckstop and pimp me to strangers. The fantasies spiraled off from there, and I was under his thrall. Finally, after missed connections and all this time, Daddy told me. “This is your chance, slut. I’ll be in the area for work, and if you think you can follow through and be a good slave for me, this is your only chance.” He told me of the truckstop, what to dress in, what to bring, and to have the day free, because once I chose the path of my fantasies, he said I’d need it. I was horny as ever when I felt the van start to slow down and make several turns. After some time, I felt us come to a stop, and Daddy exit the izmir escort van. Moments later, the rear doors opened, and Daddy opened the cage & unlocked my chains. “Come on out, slut, time to stretch out a bit, you’re probably a bit cramped.’ I was, too. Being curled up in a small space like that wasn’t something I was used to, so I took a moment with my new, short lived freedom to strech out as I crawled from the cage. As I did, I looked around at where we might be. It was a parking lot on a small hill, and as I turned my head, I saw the building we were parked near, with a sigh saying XXX BOOKSTORE & ADULT THEATER. I froze in place as I heard the familiar chuckling from Daddy.”There it is, now you’re getting it, Stacey. Like I said, you need a lot of practice if you’re going to be a good cockwhore for Daddy. That’s what you wanted, right, slut?” Daddy looked at me sternly while groping my ass under my skirt. All I could do was look at him with half-closed eyes, whimper through my gag, and nod while my cheeks burned in shame. “Good Gurl. Come along.” Daddy tugged on the leash as we walked along the parking lot towards the door of this seedy place. I wasn’t even sure what town we were in anymore, I had heard & read about places like this, but I didn’t know one was nearby. Daddy had put me through more than I had ever experienced before already, and I was more and more in his control. Nobody knew where I was, not even me, and there was no backing out as my horniness increased, feeling the vibrating plug with every step. We passed over the threshold, and I could see rows and rows of dirty videos, magazines, and sex toys filling the space. Daddy exchanged nods with the clerk, who handed Daddy what looked like a key, and the clerk eyed me with a sinister smile as I was led past him. I wasn’t sure what to do other than follow Daddy’s lead, but as I looked around the store, I saw 6 or 7 men spread throughout the place, and they were beginning to take notice. Daddy tugged the leash when I slowed down to look. escort izmir “On your hands and knees, Stacey, we’re going for a little walk around the place.” With my hands free, it was easier this time to sink to my knees, and I steadied myself on all fours as my leash was pulled again, and Daddy led me up and down the aisles past everyone there, a few of them following me as I was paraded around. Putting on a show like this was incredibly humiliating, and it only stoked my fire. After becoming intimate with the floor of the bookstore, I was led down a hallway in the back. At the end, there was a curtain on the left, and a passageway on the right, all dimly lit. We turned to the right, and I saw that the hall doubled back around, and lined along the wall were booth doors, and I knew what was to happen next as Daddy took me to the end of the hall to the last door. Unlocking the booth door with the key he’d been given, Daddy made sure I entered the small space, and followed, closing the door behind us. Daddy didn’t waste much time as he took a coil of rope from his pack, crossing and binding my hands behind me, encasing my torso in a harness of rope. I felt more helpless than before in this small space that smelled of cum, trapped by my own desires. Daddy unzipped and pulled out his swollen cock, stroking it before removing the ring gag from between my teeth. He allowed me to stretch my jaw a big before pulling me towards him, and I began slobbering all over his dick, knowing I could do nothing else. I sucked him long and hard, and I saw flashes go off above me as Daddy took more pictures of my debauchery. After sucking him for a while in silence, I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye, and for the first time I noticed the hole in the wall, and an eye looking at me as I gave Daddy a blowjob. “I’m about to cum, Stacey, be sure to swallow it like a good bitch.” Daddy grunted as he sped his thrusts, and in moments his seed flooded my mouth as I gulped down my reward. He had me lick him clean before izmir escort bayan zipping back up. I knelt there on the floor, now feeling that is was sticky with cum to go along with the smell. He pulled a small, low stool that was shoved into the corner of the space behind me, and sat me on it, my legs folded up underneath and my ankles straddling the sides. He positioned it so that I was facing the gloryhole in the wall, and proceeded to tie me to the stool as I took in the close-up view of fading and stained blue paint above the hole, catching glimpses of movement through what I could see. Daddy proceeded to take my leash, and fed it through to the other side of the hole, along with a condom he retrieved from the bag. “You know what to do, Stacey. I don’t want to hear any complaints about your performance, so be a good slut and make your customers happy. I’ll be outside making sure it’s safer for you.” I nodded as best I could. Did he say ‘customers’? was he charging these men to use me? I couldn’t think straight anymore as the implications of the word washed over me, and I panted heavily under the fresh stab of lust as I felt a covered cock come through the hole and rest in-between my lips, slowly pushing in. I closed my painted lips around the anonymous cock, and I felt my leash pull through the hole as I was forced onto the invading rod, helpless to resist. I went to work on his cock as best I could, and after a while, it withdrew from the hole. I heard the sound of the rubber stretching as the condom was removed, and the cock returned to the edge of the hole as the faceless man began cumming all over my mouth, lips, and cheeks. He wiped his cockhead on my face before pulling back out, and tugging the leash, lessening my slack against the wall. There must have been a hook or handle of some kind on the other side that he had attached the leash to, because I was unable to lean back from the hole any longer. I heard his door open, some shuffling, and then the door closing. Moments later there was another cock at my lips, and I began my next gloryhole blowjob, unaware of how many men might be lined up outside, unsure if Daddy was taking money from them, and helpless to resist my fate as a sissy gloryhole whore.-to be continued-

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