Truckstop Whore – Jessie gets a Daddy - Sex Stories

Truckstop Whore – Jessie gets a Daddy

... what about…” I trail off as I try to think of a single reason I should stay here in this shithole of a town. I’m ready to get out of here, but is Big Otto really my ticket out? “You don’t even know me.”

The excuse is flimsy, and his smile tells me he knows it. “After what you just let me do to you, I don’t need to know anything else. I wanna take care of you, and that includes getting you out of this dump.” He looks around and shakes his head. “You deserve better, and I’m going to make sure you get it.”

“What if you change your mind?” There were so many men my mom dated that made big promises and then never followed through. What if Big Otto does the same to me?

“You don’t know me yet, but you will. And then you’ll see that I don’t change my mind once it’s made up. The first time I saw you, I knew you’d be mine. I just had to finish a few jobs before I could take you home.”

“Home?”

He nods. “Get your stuff. We’re leaving.”

God the thought of being somewhere permanently and not in a room that’s like a cell sounds so nice. From what Thelma said, he’s got plenty of money, and his big rig is practically brand new. He might be a little kinky, but apparently so am I. He was gentle, and even now he’s telling me to go with him, but it doesn't feel like he’s forcing me to go.

“Okay,” I say because why the hell not.

“That’s the right answer,” he says as he helps me get a bag and pack my few possessions and I change clothes. Once that’s done, he takes the money ...

... off the table and hands it to me. “This is yours, and there’s plenty more where that came from. So if you ever want to go, you can, but I’m gonna make it so that you never want to leave.”

He takes my hand in his and leads me out of the bunkhouse to the back of the restaurant. The waitresses are all looking at me as we walk in and Big Otto goes into the kitchen. I’m not sure what he’s doing until I see him walk right up to Waylon and punch him. The girls gasp, and I put my hands over my mouth as I watch Big Otto stand over him.

“That’s for running your mouth to my girl,” he says, pointing down at Waylon. “She quits.”

“Holy shit,” Thelma breathes, but I see the smile curling the edge of her lips. “That pussy you’ve got must be made of gold.”

“Something like that,” I say mostly to myself as Big Otto comes over and wraps his arms around my waist.

“We’re leaving,” he orders, and suddenly I feel happy butterflies in my stomach. Sure he’s bossing me around, but it’s to take care of me, and I don’t think anyone has ever cared so much.

“Let’s do it,” I say, and he grins so big as he lifts me up and kisses me in front of everyone before carrying me out to his big rig.

Once we’re settled in the truck, he turns onto the highway and tells me to play some music. I’m so full of excitement that I can feel that familiar tingle start between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the ache but Big Otto doesn’t miss it.

“Come on over here,” he says as he ...