Nashville Pussy

“My lips are sealed.” Polly giggled! “The Memphis girls noticed the Trucker Oasis. Thirty-six of fifty plus rigs have Watchtower ladies making fresh porn for the company. Seven new cameras were left in the bed compartments for future observations beyond Nashville. So far at least!”

“Perfect! Monitor the Memphis migrators reaction to their surroundings. If they get edgy, I’ll call them and comfort their worries.”

“If I may, I don’t foresee the three strippers being any problem. They’re man hungry. The mother I’m studying for you.”

“I’m sure she will be just fine. Actually, now that I think about it, I need a new maid to replace Hazel now that she only serves the Boston Loggers. Deanna MacEntire might just be the ticket.”

“Well, eavesdropping via their cellphones I did hear Crystal MacEntire mention housing arrangements. She suggested the apartments where Tony Gunther lives as an option.”

“We can do better than that Lucius-Bodie dump. I still have plenty of rooms here at the Bellamy that can be remodeled for them.”

“Fresh meat for Stefan to sniff out?” Polymer chuckled! “Sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, we need to find Stefan a girlfriend, don’t we. That way he stops eyeballing Lola and Hazel.”

“Speaking of Lola Bunny.” The TV switched to the front lobby to find the receptionist Lola Ferry atop her dildo perch like every day. For the money Stacy paid the girl she thrived on that pole and came all day long between answering phones and greeting residents coming in through the parking garage.

“I love that dress on Lola.” Especially when it was a waistband around her torso revealing her pussy and tits. “Warn her I might have the Memphis ladies drop by later. You can inform her that she can leave her perch only while they are here looking the place over.”

“Will do!” A text sent from Polymer, Lola looked up at the overhead camera and blew her Mistress a kiss. Stretching her legs was always good.

“Now turn up her vibrator full force for five minutes. Tell Stefan he will need a mop.” On camera Lola squealed loudly and danced about on her perch flailing as she laughed. “That’s my girl.”

“Thanks! Oh, you meant Lola.” Polymer was cracking herself up. “Sorry!”

“Don’t be! Who knows I might have you fill in for Lola one of these days.”

“Yikes! Note to shut my yap. Back to the truck stop. I’ll let you enjoy the show and get your workout in. Call me if you need me. Oh, one last thing. HUBBA! HUBBA!” With a whistled wolf call Polly Mercer ceased talking. Stacy could not resist smiling. It was nice to not be serious every second. She trusted Polymer! Now that she was put in her place.

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Returning to CoUNTry BUMPkis truck stop diner!

“Restrooms!”

Emma Robard looked nervous as she asked the hostess just inside the door. Pointing to her left at a sign that said Unisex washrooms the hostess Millie smiled. Eyes flaring at the term Emma nonetheless scurried toward the open door. Reaching the threshold she realized there was no door even propped open. There was no door at all. Not only that but there were no stalls just a line of six toilets and six standing urinals. Of those 12, four toilets were occupied by women, three men standing and taking a piss. “Holy shit!” She had never seen anything this openminded.

“What in the hell?”

Crystal and Jody joined Emma at the door. It took Dee catching up to realize the waiting line. Peering in Deanna swallowed dryly. “When in Rome, ladies!” Easing through the girls Dee shocked them all and copped a squat on an available June, feminine for John. Tinkling was easy when you were about to piss your underwear. Denim shorts were easy to drop. Giving in the girls rushed to the leftover Junes and relieved their bladders.

The three men at the urinals finished their job but turned around and faced all the women on the opposing wall. Chuckling they began beating off. Two of the women hurried, flushed and left without washing their hands. Panicky travelers were not accustomed to this kind of treatment. Watchtower operators immediately went to work warning those women to hush and paid for their meals to prevent them bitching to management. As if they could do anything about it.

“Is this normal for Nashville?” Dee asked her neighbor, a muscularly fit brunette.

“Oh, yeah! You get used to it. Passing through?”

“Moving here actually!”

“Welcome! Where from?”

“West Memphis! Do you live here?”

“All my life! I’m Tonya! I drive a Peterbilt. Local runs here in Tennessee.”

“I got your Peterbilt right here, Tonya Lou.” One of the burly men grinned thrashing his firm eight-inch drive by shooter.

“Park it, Barley Colfax.” Tonya sat up straight and hiked her t-shirt up over a braless pair of 38C breasts. “Hurry it up, I have to be on the road after I wipe my coochie.” Shuffling over to Tonya she lifted her tits and let him park his erection between them. “Don’t mind us.” Dee was getting nervous being so close to witness a titty fucking.

“You two have fun.”

Finishing up Deanna left her seat to auto flush and went to wash her hands. She expected the other two men to taunt her but they seemed more interested in Crystal, Jody, and Emma. Rather than admire the two gents standing across from them all three girls were numb in watching Tonya and Barley. Seeing them ignorantly spying Dee cleared her throat. “Let’s go eat.” Nothing! “NOW GIRLS!” That change in tone had them wiping and hurrying to join their new Dorm Mother.

“This is crazy.”

Jody hissed while washing her hands. Emma nearest to the two men used a hot air dryer to dry her hands but stood with her back to the two throttling gents. Her extra tight, overly short shorts revealing most of her butt cheeks had them eyeballing her tush. Emma waited until Dee and Crystal left the restroom before whispering, “Don’t leave me Jody.”

Sharing the hot air vent side by side the girls felt evil as one. Butts primed right at those gents they arched into them the second they heard grunts. A cool creamy cascade of semen pelted both of their bottoms. A few slaps of meaty penis on their cheeks the girls squealed and took off for the door. No thanks necessary! Tonya also wore Barley back to her rig, milky droplets stuck to her cleavage.

Hiding the creamy fact from Dee and Crystal the girls joined them at the hostess to obtain a table. “Four please!” Dee recited! Giggling Jody whispered, “More please!” to Emma. Too funny! Cumsluts they were!

“Right this way!” The ginger hostess led them through a large dining area where nearly every table was occupied. It was in passing that Deanna noticed someone.

“Is that the country singer, Gabby Barrett? Surely not! It sure does look like her though.” Dee noticed a blonde seated alone. Well, at least at her booth. Beneath her table was a handsome young waiter on his knees feasting on her cunt from beneath her skirt. “Oh, God! They allow this even?” Looking around them Dee noted a few other tables with similar scenarios.

A pair of cowboy types wearing Stetson’s sat at a table right out in the middle. Two waitresses were obviously sucking their dicks by the looks of their bobbing beneath the table. Winks from both men as Crystal passed by them had her grinning from ear to ear. “Maybe I should apply here parttime.” Jody and Emma wagged their tongues at the cowboys. Both men pointed at their laps and tipped their hats. Invitations at least!

“Okay!” Dee stopped the hostess and looked at her name tag. “Emily? What is going on around here? Is that Gabby Barrett back there?”

“Maybe!” Emily blushed! “I have to be careful what I say. The owners let everything happen here. Money talks!”

“Do you do that?” Crystal caught up to Emily, pointing at the blowjob to their right.

“Yes! If I get good tips.”

A center table found, the girls sat down facing one another as Emily passed them menu’s. “Your waiter will be right with you.” Taking her leave Emily walked toward the kitchen area. Approaching a tall, muscular waiter she warned him that his table was seated. Eying his beautiful targets the waiter smirked then patted Emily on the ass. Off she went!