Katie before she left home…..
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On a dark winter evening, on a motorway or highway near you, the truckers, the guys who deliver much of what you consume are a long way from home. I like to think that I offer a home from home service, a little warmth, some entertainment and my holes for their pleasure.

I have lots of fun with truckers on lorry parks, mostly with international drivers, but I have heard a ‘hard’ time from quite a few British truckers too. At first my hit rate was close to 100%, but I have had quite a few no hits and this evening I decided to take a different tack after being told to “piss off“ by a couple of truckers when I had rapped on their windowKatie Trucker fuckfest & Deepthroat Slut 2

II returned to the warm of the cafe near by, and sat nursing a coffee looking out of place in my leather jacket, short leather skirt,stockings and heels I looked like a prostitute which I guess I am, although as it is part time for me I see myself as different from the rest. Who am I k**ding the truckers see a tart, a piece of meat, some more attractive than others, but a walking cum dump. There were families, couples, groups of guys and gals and a smattering of truckers. The families looked at me with surprise, in contempt, whilst the groups of guys could see much of my legs with a flash of stocking top.

My main interest, however, were the truckers coming in for a coffee and a bite to eat, before they settled down for the night. I did my best catch their eye. The first few either ignored me or looked embarrassed.

One of the truckers walked past me three or four times and I guess was looking for the courage to approach me. On the fourth pass Iopened my legs a little to give him a view of what lay beneath my skirt. I could not have been more sluttish or obvious if I tried.
He walked towards me and I broke the silence as I asked him whether he wanted a winter warmer to help him sleep through the night. He smiled and his few words indicated that he was from central or Eastern Europe. I stood up, slowly Allowing him to see the contours of my body beneath the skintight leather and blouse outfit I had on.

“How much?” He said with a strong Eastern Europe accent.

“20 head, 40 fuck, 50 whatever takes your fancy” I said

He checked me over again

“Ok” he smiled, and I could see he had a couple of teeth missing

I followed him out into the cool and we walked to where he was parked. I climbed in on the passenger side noticing that the truck parked alongside was from the same company. I sat on the seat side on with my legs open showing stocking tops to my client. He smiled again and the door behind me opened . Another trucker was climbing in – his mate I guessed.