The Hotwife Life is an ever evolving and expanding journey for me, and I find that I am constantly in pursuit of a new thrill that pushes my own limits.  Recently I have dabbled into the Girlfriend Experience and High End escort world, and while I have loved that, this past winter I wanted to do something that was a little grittier, a little more on the edge, and quite frankly very dirty. 

Recently I started to become very turned on by having fun with men from a blue collar background and have found that they bring a particular style of passion with them to the bedroom.  But the challenge was how to find men of that nature in a natural setting without a pre-planned meeting. 

I also told my Husband instead of playing the role of a High End Courtesan I instead wanted to immerse myself into the mindset of a Cheap & Dirty Whore.  The idea came to me that instead of seeking out men in a wealthy environment such as a luxury hotel, I would instead try my hand at being selected by a lover from a very different setting:  A Truck Stop. 

We did some research in our region to find the best Truck Stop to achieve this goal.  We wanted to stay away from a big city, and also had to find one that was busy enough, but not too busy.  Eventually we landed on the perfect spot, about 3 hours from our house, out in a well traveled but extremely rural mountainous part of our state.  We picked a night and went for it.

The setup was easy.  My Husband parked in the massive parking lot, inconspicuously off to the side but just close enough to keep an eye on my whereabouts.  It was a very cold winter night, at dusk.  I was dressed up like a complete slut.   Studded Stilettos, a bright green off the shoulder sparkly dress  that barely covered my almost exposed Hairy, but well groomed Full Bush and hugged tight to my Thighs, and classic bright red Lipstick. 

I teased my hair out nice and big. I could have walked into a mid-80s nightclub and fit right in.  Because of the weather and to complete the look and mood I topped this all off with a mid length vey thick Red Fox Fur 3/4 length jacket, which screamed for looks and attention.

I walked over to an area that we knew was the popular place for the drivers to stop and do things necessary away from the pumps.  I strolled around and waited patiently.  Eventually I caught the eye of a driver who had stopped to take a stretch and vape break.  I was walking back and forth slowly so he could see my legs, look, and attire. I was about 30 feet away from him and could feel his eyes getting more and more locked onto me. 

Eventually I must have buzzed up enough interest in him that he could no longer refrain from the curiosity.  He suddenly spoke up and asked, “Hey there, are you a new commercial working these parts?”. This question came with a heavy southern drawl, and a level of comfort that this wasn’t his first rodeo, which put me at ease.  I was already familiar with the term “commercial “ he used and knew that was trucker code for the role I was masquerading as this night. 

I made my way over to him, slowly in my heels, which gave me time to think of a good response. I figured the best answer was something vague but suggestive.  “Could be, always up for new friends “ I responded in a coy and very sexy way.  I was close enough now that he could see me head to toe.  I also made sure I let me coat hang open so he could see my physique and curves.  It was obvious he was pleased with what was in front of him. 

For my vantage point, he was certainly not the type of guy I would select to join us for a planned MFM date.  He was tall, but also had a bulkier frame than what normally attracts me.  He had a fairly thick beard, he was clean-bald, and had some grease on his rough looking large hands.  He did however have a kindness and softness to his eyes, which I found comforting and was just enough of a spark to give my wanton pussy its first tingle of slick wetness to have me proceed. 

I’m guessing he was in his very early 60s.  I was also sure by now that my Husband, several hundred feet away, was probably slowly stroking himself knowing I landed a potential mark for our vulgar fantasy game. 

“Any chance you might have some time on your hands to keep me company? I normally don’t do this type of thing but I’d be up for it”. 

My decision was already made and I said “Well it’s freezing out here, so sure, I wouldn't mind seeing the inside of that nice warm cabin". 

I made my way in, and was pleasently surprised about the conditions.  I sat down the bed and asked if he had anything to drink. He handed me a beer, and I took a healthy gulp while getting settled.  I notice he took out same cash and put it off to the side on the countertop. 

He made he way over to me and sat next to me.  "Mmmm, you are a pretty thing.  Must be Italian or Greek" he said.  "Some of all that, I answered".  I motioned to have him sit even closer, then started to kiss his neck.  I enjoyed the scent of his cologne and it gave me a nice wave of dampness in my pussy.  He kissed my mouth and it was a bit rough, but in the moment and mindset I liked it. 

He pulled away and said to me "You must be one of the prettiest Whores I've ever seen".  This statement made me gush, and I was fully ready to embrace what was about to happen next.  He wasn't here to be gentle or make love, that's for certain, he pulled my tits out of my dress and began to suck on them back and forth, taking as much as he could in my mouth.  I could tell he was getting very excited, and I reached down to feel a very large, very very thick cock. 

I was rubbing it on the outside of his pants, and he fumbled to unzip them.  He eventually got them down and I reached into his briefs.  His massive rod was already slick with pre-cum and I slowly stroked him with a nice firm grip.  Reaching the base of his shaft, I could feel a very furry forest of his pubic hair.  It was obvious that he never even trimmed up, and we were definately going to match in the bush department.  As I was giving him manual pleasure, he ran his rough hands up my thighs, and discovered that I didn't have on any panties, in addition to how wet I was.  But then I noticed his eyes light up very wide. "Oh My Goodness, could it be?" He ran his fingers all through my slit but then above as well, and was very occupied with my massive dark muff, which itself hadn't been trimmed in weeks. 

I could tell his cock stiffened to purple-hard level, and he exclaimed "My god if there is one thing I enjoy more than pussy, it's hairy pussy.  Stand up for me".  I did as I was told.  In fact at this moment I lost all reality of who I really was, and completely embraced the idea that I was a paid Whore who's purpose was to bring relief to random men who paid for my time.  He took my dress all the way off, and tossed it to the side. 

He paused for a moment, stroking his own cock and touching my giant thick black bush with his other hand.  "This is the thickest, softest, biggest bush I've seen in a long time.  I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this.  Now get on your knees and suck me".  

I did as I was told.  Driven with motivation to suck this cock as if my next meal depended on it.  His cock was a bit sweaty but I reminded myself it was my job to enjoy it.  The girth was a challenge to fit in my mouth, but I relaxed my jaw and eventually began to bob my head up and down in a good rhythm.  His pubic hair was tickling my nose as I did so. 

His moans were getting deeper and increasing, and it was obvious he was really enjoying the way I fellated him. "Time for me to Fuck You Whore" he bellowed.  Still seated him pulled me toward him and had me face him then lowered me onto his turgid shaft. 

There was no mention, no discussed about a condom.  "MMMM, that pussy hair feels so good".  He bounced me up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips and grunting with passion. He said to me "You are too pretty to be a Whore, I bet there is a good story here.  I'm going to fill this hairy pussy up with all my cum".  I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.  This wasn't a night of love making, after all.  He stood up, and flipped me around, I got into position for a good hard doggie style pounding.  

He entered me from behind and started thrusting away.  He said to me "This is the best paid pussy i've ever been in.  Do you like letting men use you like this?".  "Oh yes, I love it".  I responded.  "Why is that?", he asked  "Because I'm a cheap dirty Whore, use my pussy as you wish" I said.   "Oh you're such a dirty slut, I'm going to empty my entire balls in you, I haven't cum in days.  Are you on birth control". 

"No, give me your cum" I said.  (Technically, I was being honest, since my Tubes are tied).  "Oh Fuck Yes you dirty Slut".  He rammed me with all his might at that point.  It was probably only 2 minutes, but it seemed like an hour.  He continued to call me a bevy of flirthy names.  I'm sure his truck was swaying from the motion. 

Finally a deep animalistic grunt came from him and he stated he was cumming.  Wave after Wave of his spunk emptied into my pussy and splashed onto my womb. I went into a strong orgasm, and my now whore pussy tried to soak up every last drop as if this is what nature intended for it.  

Eventually, he caught his breath and refracted. He pulled out, and put his pants back on as I got quickly dressed as well. Then he said "Thanks.  Money is over there".  I responded with "Thanks, it was a freebie".  And left as fast as I could, but enough to take in a look of both shock and gratitude that was priceless. 

I scampered back to our car, told my Husband what happened and then let him add his own load into my defiled Hotwife Hole.  I know the part that turned my Husband on the most was when I declared this would not be the last time we did this type of fun.