1. DADDY AT THE TRUCKSTOP - 4


    Date: 12/24/2017, Categories: BDSM, Gay, Trans, Author: StaceyDeprave, Source: xHamster

    Daddy at the Truckstop - 4 The 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. &#034This 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.&#034 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 van. Moments later, the rear doors opened, and Daddy opened the cage & unlocked my chains. &#034Come 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. &#034There 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?&#034 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 ...
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