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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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Filename: trucksto.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: When Zack enounters a truck stop hooker looking to sell her eight year-old daughter's virgin pussy, he alters the deal. Soon, the little would-be whore finds herself in a new and better life, roaming the highway while keeping her driver happy. And you thought texting while driving was a distraction.

story_language: English









Truck Stop Tramp

Written by madvlad


	Living in a huge diesel truck suited Zack's lifestyle and career quite well, which was odd since he wasn't a trucker. Zack was what his business card called a "cyber security consultant". He traveled about testing private, commercial and government networks to see what could be hacked. Then he reported his results to his clients and received payment. On the side, he and his network of friends and associates also hacked into systems for personal gain. Their only rule is that they wouldn't steal money or information from the clients who hired them for security.

	The big rig Zack used was the best available with a sleeper compartment and stocked with several computers. Moving about the country made it even more difficult to track his ISP location after it was already bounced through a series of proxy servers. To many people, this was all gibberish. But the bottom line was that Zack and others like him were utterly invisible. 

	Zack had multiple registrations and license plates - all of them untraceable to him but appeared to be valid on state databases - for his truck along with magnetic signs and decals he could use to change the appearance of his truck. The vehicle was white, which made it pretty common. Trailers were not an issue since he never hauled a load.

	Although he did have a condo to call home, he was rarely there, preferring life instead on the highways. Occasionally he would meet up with one of his friends in the business, most of whom shared his more prurient interests. These were always good times and there was always some good young flesh to enjoy.

	One day, a friend of his directed him to a website that truckers used to rate the hookers at various truck stops. These places were notorious as markets for pussy of all types, usually ranging from eleven or twelve on up. There was one with a mother who had been in the trade for some time and had also been pimping her daughter for oral sex for several years. Zack had been interested in one so young, but the scheduling never worked out for him to be in that area. 

	The hot rumor was that Mom was offering the girl's cherry for five hundred bucks. The girl was all of eight and Zack's scheduling priorities suddenly changed. There were plenty of truckers interested, but the price was steep and they were willing to wait until the kid was popped where they could get some grade school pussy for maybe a hundred and fifty a throw. But Zack had plenty of cash to burn and pointed his rig where the rumors guided him.

	Zack parked his truck far away from the travel plaza in an area where most of the parking lot lights were out. This was the preferred location for truckers looking for sex. He passed by several working professionals but spared them no more than a brief shake of his head. According to the site posts, if a john was spotted turning down several women, he might be approached by the girl.

	"Hey Mister. Are you looking for some fun?"

	Zack turned to left and saw the little girl stepping from the shadows. She was a bit on the scrawny side, with dark brown hair parted in the middle and hanging straight down a little past her shoulders. Her pale skin was quite apparent in the near moonless night. She was dressed in a red tube top stretched over her perfectly flat chest and a black micro-miniskirt. Instead of the requisite heels her older "colleagues" wore, she only had a pair of dirty sneakers on her feet. 

	"What kind of fun?" Zack asked in an even tone.

	"A blowjob is fifty bucks."

	"What if I want more than that?"

	"Then it's five hundred and you get to have her cherry," a woman answered, emerging from the same shadows the girl had.

	Zack looked the newcomer over with a well-practiced eye. There was some physical resemblance, so this must be the mama whore. But where the girl looked a little undernourished, the woman was downright gaunt.

	"One hundred - no more," he replied. "I'm not falling for that 'virgin' shit."

	"No," the senior hooker said. "She's the real deal - been sucking dick for four years and now she's big enough to really start earning her keep. Aren't you, Sammi?"

	"Yes, Momma," the girl replied in a trembling voice as she hugged herself and stared at the ground.

	Zack watched the girl closely. It was cold out, which would explain her shivering (the mother was wearing a warm-looking long coat she could part to show her wares) but the kid was frightened and nervous like a...like a virgin on her wedding night. Pretending it was taking him longer to think it over, he waited before digging into his jacket pocket.

	"Five Benjamins," he agreed, flashing the crisp bills. "But I want assurances."

	"You can check her out in the room - we got a place at the motel," she said, referring to the shabby collection of rental rooms next to the truck stop. "You can do her in there so I can be there too so you don't try any sick shit."

	Sick shit - like fucking your baby girl while she bleeds and you count the money, Zack thought. Yeah, this one was up for Mother of the Year.

	"Let's go, then," he said. "But I'll only give you the money when we get there. I don't want you running off."

	The woman stopped and gave him a jittery look.

	"Uh, give me a hundred up front. I need to do some shopping first. Groceries and stuff."

	Stuff, Zack thought. They were standing in better light and he could see the feverish light in her eyes that matched the track marks on her arms. Her hands were mottled between her fingers, meaning she had depleted the more subtle areas for her needles already.

	"Tell you what," he said. "Skip the groceries for now and I'll throw in a bonus."

	Zack took a small plastic bag filled with powder from his pocket and flapped it in his fingers. The woman eyed the bag and licked her lips before nodding.

	Zack tossed her the bag and they went to the motel. While mommy admired her candy, Zack looked Sammi over a little more. She looked a little ridiculous wearing a tube top with nothing underneath, but Zack had always loved tube tops on little girls. He imagined them slipping down since there was nothing underneath to support them. Or maybe he could slip and hand in there - right down the front - which would be easy without any boobs to navigate around. Then he could yank the thing off and let the girl show the world her titless chest.

	When they go to the room, the woman shook off her coat and hurried to the bathroom where her paraphernalia was. "Show him your cherry," she called to her daughter.

	With trembling hands, Sammi started to lift her skirt, but Zack tapped her on the shoulder and shook his head. Sammi looked confused and he gave her a reassuring smile while playfully ruffling her hair.

	Sammi jerked at his touch but then gave him a shy grin. Zack doubted the girl was used to many warm or playful touches. The cheap lamps in the room allowed him a better look at the girl. Her hair was actually a lighter brown with more than a hint of red in it. And a small stream of freckles crossed her nose and splattered across both cheeks. 

	"Oh, this is good shit," the woman groaned from the bathroom. A moment later, there was a loud thump. 

	Sammi looked up with only a small bit of concern as she obviously had seen her mother pass out before. Zack went into the bathroom where the woman was sprawled on the floor with the needle still in her arm. He didn't touch the stuff himself, but he had purchased a laced amount that would render the user unconscious without killing them. But dosing was always a bit tricky. Zack felt her throat and found a decent pulse. 

	Walking back into the room, he told Sammi to pack her things.

	"Where are we going?"

	"To my truck."

	It didn't take long for Sammi to pack her few clothes into a large plastic Wal-Mart bag. The last item she put in there was a cheap stuffed monkey she had probably won at a traveling carnival during one of her mother's rare maternal moods.

	Sammi followed Zack without speaking as she had learned long ago to do what grown-ups told her to without question. Zack helped her in to the cab and settled into the driver's seat. Before putting the truck in gear, he picked up a cooler full of sandwiches chips and fruit juice and placed in front of the girl.

	"Help yourself," he offered.

	"How much can I have?" Sammi asked. 

	She was eager to dive in, but was too frightened to touch anything without permission. Zack laughed in an effort to calm her nerves.

	"You can have as much as your skinny little belly will hold, Miss Sammi."

	"I'm just called Sammi," she said with a smile before she threw open the cooler's lid. 

	"And call me Zack," he replied as they pulled back onto the interstate.

	Sammi took a huge bite from a ham sandwich and practically swallowed the mouthful whole. She chewed the second bite more carefully, savoring everything about it before she swallowed it. She thought about all that had transpired and was confused.

	"Zack, when are we going back to my momma?"

	"We're not. Unless that's what you really want."

	"I have to, 'cause she's in charge."

	It was hardly a ringing endorsement of her mother and Zack knew it. So far in her short life, Sammi had grown up with very few choices and even less hope. It was time for Zack to change that equation.

	"Here's the deal. You can stay with me and never have to worry about when you'll eat next. You'll never spend the night locked outside of a motel room because your mother is getting it on with a drug dealer. And you'll always have a warm, clean bed. Or you can go back to your mother and become just like her by the time you're sixteen, shaking and rotting and taking every filthy cock you can for your next fix."

	"Momma's sick and she needs her medicine," Sammi said as if by rote.

	"Your mother is going to kill herself with that stuff."

	"You mean like Carly?"

	"Who's Carly?"

	"One of Momma's friends. They found her in a bathtub last month."

	"That will be her for sure and probably be you some day if you go back to your mom."

	"Yeah," Sammi agreed in a weepy voice.

	Zack let the matter sink in as he drove into the night. A while later, Sammi spoke again.

	"Zack, if I stay with you, are you gonna fuck me?"

	"Yes," he replied bluntly. "There's another truck stop coming up - we'll do it there. I will fuck you several times a day and I will share you with some friends but you'll never be beaten or anything like that."

	"Will you let me eat something else after you fuck me?"

	"Sammi, you can eat all you want before, after, and during sex. Well, don't have any soup during sex - that could get messy."

	Sammi giggled at that. Zack thought her laugh sounded like little bells tinkling and he liked that. After pulling into the dark corner of another lot, he got up and turned to Sammi.

	"Are you ready?"

	"I'm a little scared."

	"I know, but it will be okay," he said gently.

	Sammi nodded and gave him a grateful smile. She remembered being scared when she first had to put men's pricks in her mouth. Their voices hadn't been gentle with her like Zack's was. Suddenly, she remembered something and became panicked. 

	"What's wrong?" Zack asked.

	"The stuff - KY Jelly. I forgot to pack it. Momma told me how to use it so a man could get in me."

	"Hold on," Zack said, taking Sammi by the arm. "I know something that will work much better. Now, if you're up to it, how about getting undressed for me?"

	Silently, Sammi took off her sneakers and dropped her skirt. Her plain, white cotton panties underneath were tight enough to show a promising camel toe between her thin legs. Next, Sammi pulled off her tube top, revealing pale pink nipples that looked nearly painted onto her undeveloped chest. The little girl stood in only her panties, offering her meager body for this nice stranger.

	Mindful of the cock swelling in his pants, Zack smiled and nodded encouragingly. Swallowing hard, Sammi hooked her thumbs in her waistband and slid her panties off. When she stood upright, Zack could see the plump, hairless mound of femaleness with the labia pursed snugly together. While the rest of her was skinny, Sammi's cunny gave promise of being quite juicy.

	"Do you like me?" Sammi asked in a tiny voice.

	"Oh, yeah," Zack whispered. "You're perfect. Come here."

	Sammi came to him and let Zack pull her onto his lap. Carefully, she brushed his fingertips over her flat chest and tummy. She shivered slightly when he touched her nipples, but then remained still as he played with them until they stiffened. 

	"Do you like that?" he asked, receiving a nod in return. "Do you know what it's like to cum?"

	"Men do that - I get it in my mouth," she replied.

	"But what about girls?"

	"Uh uh. Momma says we got to fake it so the guys think they're cool. Oops, I'm not supposed to tell you that."

	"Well let me know if you cum for real or if you are just faking it."

	Zack slid his hand down Sammi's belly and cupped her immature sex. Her mons was warm and soft and was easily manipulated under his squeezing fingers. Sammi whimpered a little but let her molestation continue without resistance. As Zack fondled her cuntlet, the little girl whimpered again, but without any hint of fear this time. 

	With a thumb and finger, Zack spread her lips apart, allowing him to stroke her more deeply and twiddle her clit. Sammi went silent but spread her legs just a little more as a sign that he should continue. And continue he did, exploring the entrance of the youngster's virgin snatch. As he fingered her cherry, Zack felt the first drop of moisture leaking through the tiny opening in the delicate barrier. He squeezed her mound on the base at either side and stroked her a little harder with his middle finger. The child moaned and Zack felt her flow increase.

	Using his finger, Zack painted Sammi's clit with her own juices, making her gasp and pant as her stimulation rose. His squeezing and rubbing became stronger and the naked eight year-old squirmed in his lap, her pert little ass grinding against his crotch.

	"What are you...what is...?" Sammi breathed. "I...OH!"

	Sammi feebly grasped at Zack's hand while she quivered. Her eyes closed and she sat in Zack's lap while her orgasm ruled her body.

	"Did you have fun or were you just faking it?" Zack asked when she slumped against him.

	Sammi turned and looked at him quite sincerely.

	"It was real. I came!"

	Zack set Sammi on the floor and got out of the driver's seat. Sammi looked out the window and remarked how some of the clouds were out and she could see the stars. That gave Zack and idea.

	He took a blanket from his bed and came back into the front of the cab. Folding it in half, he draped it over the dashboard in front of the passenger seat. After taking off his clothes, he sat down and had Sammi climb onto his lap, facing him. He leaned her back against the dashboard, letting her tilt her head back and look at the stars. 

	"You can look there all you want," he said.

	"Thank you," she whispered and looked through the glass, afraid to watch what was about to happen below.

	After adjusting the seat forward, Zack pressed the tip of his cock against Sammi's small quim, making the chubby folds split apart. As she was quite wet on the inside, Zack easily got his head up to her inner labia. He pushed through her small opening with short thrusts, stretching her delicate tissue until his cock was boring against her hymen. 

	Sammi started to place her hands over her crotch, but Zack gently took her by the wrists and pushed her arms away. When the girl raised her head to look at him apologetically, he just smiled and stroked her belly. Sammi relaxed again and let him proceed. 

	Holding her slim hips, Zack pulled her down and thrust upward, breaking through her maidenhead and entering the child's virgin treasure. Sammi gave a short cry as she was deflowered and blinked a few tears from her eyes, but she kept her gaze fixed on the eternal stars above.

	Slowly, Zack pushed his way in, feeling the little girl's pussy muscles work around his cock as they learned to accept his manhood. Her passage was hot and slick from her recent climax and it tightly wrapped around his cock as he made the little girl into a woman with each careful thrust.

	He looked down to where his prick moved in and out of the child. Her hairless cunt was pulled wide and the stains of her taken virginity were shared between their coupled bodies. The eight year-old's gripping pussy made moist, sucking sounds as Zack penetrated her over and over. Although she wasn't even aware of it, Sammi was slightly rolling her hips to the beat of her first intercourse. Zack watched her skinny chest rising and falling with each deep breath and her tummy churning as she was filled with meat from below. 

	Zack varied his strokes with the speed and angle, massing the little girl's cunny at different pressure points. He even was able to briefly shift a hand now and then to press on her clit with his thumb. Although Sammi kept staring at the stars, her pussy responded with more nectar, making the child's hole a slobbering mess as the squeezing passage wrung her fluids out along Zack's sliding cock. Sammi's eyes remained upward, but now she was grunting as she was fucked like the good little prostitute she had become.

	Zack held out as long as he could. When he was finally ready, he launched his prick against her cervix and let his balls loose, pumping thick strands of cum into the little girl's uterus. A long "ooohhhhh" came from Sammi's mouth as she received his seed.

	Zack sat back in the chair with Sammi still jammed on his cock. Gingerly, Sammi sat up from the dash and tried to look down where their bodies were joined.

	"I want to see," she said.

	Before they started, Jack had turned on the red interior lights that allowed them to see on the inside without creating a window display for others outside the rig. Jack helped her pivot up so she could gaze at her impaled little cunt with all of its leaking fluids.

	Sammi stared for a moment as her hand crept over her mouth. Then she fell forward against Zack's chest and began shaking while making small hiccup-like noises. 

	"Are you alright?" he asked the crying girl.

	Sammi looked up at him, but was smiling instead of crying.

	"Were you laughing?" Jack asked. "Why?"

	"I don't know," said Sammi as she began laughing again. "It's just...I was so scared and then it felt good and I don't have to be scared of nothing ever again 'cause you'll take care of me, right?"

	"That's right," Jack said as he stroked her hair.

	Sammi looked up at him and smiled.

	"And you can fuck me whenever you want because it was fun."

	Then she snuggled against his chest and let Zack rub her back. It wasn't until another ten minutes had passed before he realized that the child was asleep.

	Sammi woke up the next morning in the bed in Zack's living quarters. A curtain was drawn across the front, separating the living area from the cab. 

	The little girl rubbed her eyes and sat up. Last night seemed like a dream. Her mother was trying to find a man to do that thing that made her scared. And then a man took her away and promised to take care of her. And he made that scary thing so fun.

	It took a minute for Sammi's sleep-fogged mind to take stock of her surroundings. The bed was nice and warm with soft sheets and a thick blanket. Her clothes were gone and she was wearing a huge t-shirt. She really liked the feel of the bed and luxuriously stretched out. 

	It was then that she felt a small ache in her pussy. Tentatively, she lifted the hem of the shirt and exposed her little cuntlet. It looked the same as it had before the man - Zack - had fucked her. She felt around the tiny mound and a little inside, remembering the gooey mess it had been. But everything was clean and dry - he must have washed her. Momma never did that; or dressed her or gave her a bed like this to sleep in. The motel beds were always hard and the sheets were stale and scratchy and the conditions in her mother's old, squalid apartment hadn't been any better.

	She got up and passed through the curtains, blinking in the sunlight. Zack was behind the wheel and they were moving on the high way. She climbed into the passenger seat and smiled shyly at her new caretaker. The adult-sized neck of the t-shirt had slipped down, leaving one of the little girl's shoulders bare.

	"Good morning, Sammi. Are you feeling hungry?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Good, we'll stop for breakfast in a few minutes. I bought some clothes for you about an hour ago. Nothing special, but they're in that bag over there."

	Sammi delightedly went through the bag and donned her new, clean clothes. Everything else she had known had been bought or shoplifted at second-hand stores.

	"Zack, can I have a waffle for breakfast?"

	"You can have a whole stack of them, loaded with butter and syrup if you want."

	Breakfast was a novel experience for Sammi. It wasn't just the amount of food and the quality, but people didn't stare at her and Zack like they did her and her mother. It was like she now belonged. After breakfast and back in the cab, she questioned Zack about her new life. 

	"Can I go to school? I used to do that for kindergarten and first grade, but I couldn't go anymore when Momma and I had to live in motels."

	"I travel around too much, but I'll teach you what you need to know - reading, math, science, and other stuff."

	"What other stuff?"

	Zack didn't speak, but leaned sideways patted the dashboard on the passenger side where they had been last night. Sammi blushed and rode in the passenger seat for a while as they talked. At last, she was feeling sleepy. Having a full belly was a new experience for her. Stripping down to her panties, she crawled into bed and snoozed. 

	After waking and having lunch (two meals today!) in another restaurant, Zack showed her how to play DVD's and some games on one of his old laptops, which he said was now hers. Soon, she was lying in her panties and watching cartoons. Zack had a mirror trained on the back of the cab and chuckled when he saw how Sammi was dressed.

	"What's the matter, don't you like your clothes?"

	"Oh no - I do. It's just that your blanket is so nice and soft. Momma wouldn't let me stay in the motel room while she slept during the day, so it's kind of nice to be like this. And all the underpants you bought me are so pretty."

	Zack nodded and kept driving. With quick glances in the mirror, he ogled the little girl in her snug panties as she kept changing positions on the bed. By late afternoon, he found another truck stop and pulled in. The truck had blackout curtains he pulled across the windows for privacy. Sammi thought he was going to take a nap until she saw that he had removed all of his clothes.

	"Are you going to teach me something?" she asked as she stared at his cock.

	"Absolutely," he said as he tugged on her panties. 

	This time, Sammi was unafraid as she was naked in front of him. He took his time, kissing her all over as she lay on her back, using his practiced mouth to bring her nipples erect and showing her how to kiss with her tongue. As he tasted her mouth and face and chest, and belly, he languidly massaged her pliant little kiddy cunt. Although she hadn't cum, she was wet when he took her, using his cock to bring her to climax. Sammi nearly blacked out as she came with her snatch so tightly stuffed with man meat.

	When she was done, he slowly fucked her further, stretching her eight year-old sex in every direction on the inside. He guided her legs around his waist and Sammi instinctively locked her legs against him, spreading her crotch wide to allow him to pump her immature quim with long strokes of his cock. She was so small and slippery as she completely yielded her cunt to the man. In the darkness, she felt him quiver and her young womb was filled again with another hot flood of sperm.

	They cleaned up and had dinner in another restaurant. By now, Sammi thought she would have to waddle from all of the food she had shoveled down. Returning to the cab, they bedded down, with Zack making his preteen prostitute cum repeatedly as he injected her willing body with more loads of semen.

	For the next week, Zack checked the news for any story of Sammi's disappearance, but even her strung-out mother knew there was nothing she could do. Telling the police that a man she had rented her daughter to had stolen her would not do her any favors. The only reference he had found was on the one secret site where a couple of truckers bemoaned the fact that their favorite cum drinker must have moved on elsewhere.

	Sammi had developed a comfortable routine of sleeping late and napping again in the afternoon. She didn't have to make room for horny truckers looking to fuck her mother or to find relief in Sammi's young mouth and she reveled in her safe luxury within the small space of the truck.

	One afternoon, she lazily emerged from the bed and walked into the cab. They weren't moving and she leaned against the dashboard, looking out over a mile of stopped traffic before it disappeared around a tree-lined curve in the highway. From his seat, Zack admired her slender profile. A week of good eating had done wonders for the girl, adding some healthier lines to her slim shape. 

	"What happened?" the girl asked.

	"An accident up ahead about two miles," Zack answered. "We're not going anywhere for a while."

	Sammi blew out a long breath as she leaned against the dashboard.

	"I like looking out the window when we're moving but this is boring" she complained. "What are we going to do now?"

	Jack had the truck in park and got out of his seat. With a swift gesture, he stripped the red flowered panties down Sammi's legs, making her yelp in surprise.

	"I can think of something," he said as he unbuckled his belt.

	"Not here! People will see us!" Sammi protested.

	"Who, everyone is in their cars and below us. I don't see any big rigs within our line of sight that can look through our windows."

	Sammi squirmed contentedly as Zack ran his hands over her sleek, compact frame from behind. When she tried to turn to dace him, he wouldn't let her. She didn't understand until she felt his prick sliding between her bare thighs, seeking the hairless little honey pot that had already begun to moisten in anticipation.

	The girl's cunny lips parted, softly gripping Zack's cock as it sought the tight swampy depths of her eight year-old twat. As her pussy filled, her clit was pushed to the front, rubbing against the dashboard. The panel was a little dusty, but soon was cleaned by the lubrication oozing from the youngster's cunt.

	Ten minutes later, Sammi came on the dashboard as sunlight colored her pale, naked body a mellow golden hue. No one around them noticed as she moaned loudly against the windshield. And no one that to crane their necks to watch as Zack continued to fuck the grasping, gooey pussy of his little private whore. Her compact ass had just enough padding to make a nice landing spot for him each time the rammed her cunt. His jism later joined the copious flow of liquid from the child's tender snatch as her small organs could not possibly contain it all. 

	When Zack stepped back, taking Sammi with him, she giggled and pointed to the wet but clean spot on the dash. Zack contemplated the area before looking up to see that nothing ahead of them had moved.

	"Well young lady," he said at last. "It looks like we have a lot more housecleaning to do this afternoon."

	

	madvlad@mrdouble.com
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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