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how i learned to give road head
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It was in the stalls of that rest stop that I met Chris. He was a large black man with a larger black cock which stretched even my very used cunt. He was a trucker and drove all over the country, so when he asked me to cone with him I said yes on a whim. It turns out that in addition to being his own personal sex toy, I had to change his diaper. He was a diaper lover. He offered to change my diaper in return, and a few times I took him up on that, but for the mist part I peed in a jar and shit in a plastic bag. It made the cab smell a lot like the restroom squalor I was used to.
I gave Chris road head often, and became quite good at it, and it didn't take long for me to look forward to changing his diapers. It made me miss my kids who were back home with Jim. Eventually I longed for the smell of his shit and started hiding his ditty diapers around the cab. Once or twice i wiped him with my tongue, cleaning every inch of him. In return he would rail me every night. I traveled with him for a few months before he knocked me up. Chris was pisses when I told him. He kicked me out and threw my jar of pods at me, drenching me with my own stale urine as I stood there on the side if the road. Then he took his most recent shit filled diaper and rubbed it in my face. I was humiliated and crying as he drove off, leaving me with his nigger child growing inside me. I had to walk a few miles to the closest town to find a bus home, smelling like a toilet again.
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Posted on : Apr 25, 2011
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Commented on Apr 25, 2011
Omg your stories get me so hard! Why do all the classy ones live in the UK, lol.
You might make me spill some seed tonight honey ;)
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