I was leaning against the door of the car trying to catch a short nap. It was a Union 76 truck stop and I was parked in the back of the lot where it was fairly dark. On the way from Kansas City to Denver I had gotten sleepy and had caught myself nodding off and I figured I better pull over before I ran off the road and killed myself. I had been there about three hours and while I had gotten some sleep it had been a fitful nap what with air brakes hissing on and off. The whining of the diesel engines as the trucks pulled into and out of the lot didn't help either. I had just made up my mind to go into the restaurant, drink a gallon of hot black coffee and hit the road when there was a 'tap tap' on the window. I sat up and looked out to see a young girl standing there. I rolled the window down and waited for her to tell me what she wanted. I'd heard about hookers who worked truck stops, but this girl looked way too young to be a hooker. It turned out that she both was and wasn't - it just depended on the way you looked at it.
"Mister, I haven't eaten in three days and I'm desperate. I'll give you a blow job for the price of a meal."
Obviously she wasn't a real hooker, not if she was giving blow jobs away for what amounted to less than ten bucks. I told her to get in the car and once she was in she looked at me nervously and said, "I only done it once before, but I'll try real hard to do it good."
I started the car and I saw sudden panic on her face, "Relax, the first thing you need to learn about selling yourself is to get paid up front."
I drove the car up to the parking area by the restaurant and parked.
"Come on," I said, "Lets get you fed."
She started to order a typical kids meal, burger and fries, but I wouldn't let her; I ordered the top sirloin, baked potato and a trip to the all you can eat salad bar. She made two trips to the salad bar and it was the first chance I'd had to get a good look at her. Not a bad figure, at least as far as I could tell considering her baggy clothes, and a very pretty face all be it a slightly dirty one. After she had finished her meal I asked her how old she was and she told me she was eighteen and asked me why I wanted to know.
"Because you don't look old enough and guys can go to jail for messing with girls who aren't old enough."
She dug in her pocket and came out with a driver's license that she handed me. Her name was Denise and she had been eighteen for almost a week. It took some prying on my part, but I finally got her story out of her. She let home on her eighteenth birthday and was heading for California where she hoped to find a girl friend of hers that had moved there. She didn't have much money when she left and what little she'd had ran out by the time she reached St. Louis. When I asked her why she hadn't waited until she had more money before making the trip she told me that she just couldn't wait any longer. It seems that her step father had been telling her when she reached eighteen he was going to make a woman out of her. Her mother had treated it as a joke, but Denise knew that he meant it. Denise had run away from home twice and both times her mother had called the police and they had found her and taken her back home. I asked her why she hadn't turned him in to the cops and she told me she was afraid to. I ordered apple pie ala mode for desert and then we went out and got in the car.
"Are we going to do it here? I'd rather go in the back where it's dark."
I smiled at her, "Sorry to disappoint you honey, but I'm not going to let you suck my dick. I just can't bring myself to take advantage of some one in trouble. You will have to pay for your dinner by keeping me company on my way to Denver and helping me stay awake. You got a bag or anything back there that you need?" She didn't and I pulled out onto I-70 and headed for Denver.
About an hour down the road she slid over next to me and put her hand on my leg. I glanced over at her and saw that she was looking at me, "I want to" she said.
"Not while I'm driving" I said, "We will be in Denver in seven hours and if you still want to when we get there maybe I'll let you."
Now, I love blow jobs as much as the next guy and this was the first time in my life that I had ever shied away from one, but something about this situation just didn't set right with me. I think it was because Denise was young enough to be my daughter, well almost. I was thirty-five and my daughter was fifteen. But good intentions don't necessarily override a hard cock. When I told her no she stayed sitting beside me with her hand on my leg and after a few miles she fell asleep leaning against my shoulder and eventually she slid down and ended up with her head using my leg for a pillow. Unfortunately my cock just happened to be laying along my right leg only inches from her head and as she moved around trying to get comfortable she put her head on it and, quite naturally, it began to grow. As it grew she felt it grow and she raised her head up and looked at the lump developing and placed her hand on it and that was all it took.
I pulled over on the shoulder and unzipped and let Denise have her way. She might have only done it once before, but the girl had a natural talent for sucking cock and it only took her three minutes to get me to the point of cumming. I almost told her that I was going to shoot, but then I decided not to. She was going to have to learn to swallow sooner or later, especially if she was going to continue to pay for things with blow jobs. When the first spurt came out it caught her completely by surprise and she gagged and tried to pull her head up, but I held her in place and she was forced to gulp and swallow it all. When I was limp I let go of her head and she jerked it up and gave me a look that would kill.
"What's the matter?" I asked, "You don't understand that a blow job includes swallowing?"
Her anger changed to a sheepish look and she mumbled a no. "Better get in the back seat to sleep. If you stay up here using my leg for a pillow we might never get to Denver."
She had expected me to let her out on I-70 when I reached my exit, but I kept on driving until we got to my house. I pulled in my driveway, shut off the car and said, "We'll get you a shower, see if we can't find you a change of clothes or two and then see what we can do about getting you on your way to California."
While she was in the shower I dug through the clothes that my ex-wife had left behind trying to find something that Denise could use. I finally gave up and figured that I would let Denise do the digging and let her pick out what she wanted. I was in the kitchen fixing breakfast when she came in wearing nothing but a bra and panties and I immediately noticed that her body was a lot better than I had suspected. I took her to the bedroom and showed her the stuff that Elise had left behind and told her to go through it and take what she wanted. Ten minutes later she came back wearing a dress and said, "How does this look?"
I told her that she looked great and that breakfast was ready. After breakfast was over with she went back to the bedroom and for the next hour she kept coming back and modeling things for me. I was on the phone calling in a favor when I heard her say, "How's this?" I turned and saw her in a pair of high heels and a black see through nighty. She did a little turn in front of me and said, "What do you think?" My response was the expected one and when she knelt down in front of me she said, "Tell me this time, okay? I'll swallow, I just don't want to be surprised."
The favor I'd called in was a job for Denise. I told her she could stay with me, no strings attached, using my daughters old room until she had enough money to head for California. We went to the mall that afternoon and got her all the things that women need, lipstick and other cosmetics, hair stuff, some underwear and socks and then I drove her over to see Andy. I'd talked him into hiring Denise as a receptionist/file clerk and she was to start the next day. I left the two of them to talk and ran a couple of errands and when I came back Andy was all smiles, "She knows computers. I've been having all kinds of problems with my system and she has just about got it straightened out. I think you just helped make my life a little easier."
On the way back to the house Denise said, "He's nice. I think I'll like working for him."
I fixed us some dinner and then we watched TV for a while and around nine I told her that I was going to bed and I left her watching some game show. I was just stepping out of the shower when she walked in on me wearing the same heels and nighty that she had worn earlier in the day, "They worked this morning so I thought I would try them again."
She grinned at me; "It seems like it's having the desired effect."
I led her to the bed and she said, "This time I want you to do me, okay?"
I looked at her lying there so virginal and innocent looking and I almost didn't do it - almost! She was tight, extremely tight and from the faces she was making it seemed like I was hurting her and so I stopped and tried to pull away from her, but she grabbed me and said, "Don't stop, please, just do it."
I kept pushing and suddenly she gave a cry of pain and just as suddenly I knew what was going on - I had just taken her virginity. Well, there wasn't anything for it but to press on. When it was over she said, "They tell me it gets better. Is that true? It wasn't really too bad there at the end."
I assured her that it did indeed get better.
"Can we do it again?"
It was a long night.