On New Year’s Eve well I should’ve been spending time with my family, but I made a gangbang rape porn down at a truck stop instead. A friend of mine told me that she makes good money as a lot lizard. She said she must fuck and suck a lot of cocks, but no one treats her too roughly. So, when she needs instant cash, she goes down to her local truck stop. So, I thought why not do the same. And although I found plenty of truckers willing to pay for sex with a MILF, they did want to get rough too
But I told myself I could handle it. No way a bunch of truckers could treat me any worse than drug dealers and snuff makers. However, that might’ve been a wrong assumption on my part. I got myself into some trouble. Once I fucked about four truckers and made enough money to buy Coke, I should’ve stopped.
But I got greedy. I wanted more money to buy more coke. And the fifth trucker I fucked changed the game. He did not just want an ass rape porn star. But he wanted to watch every trucker at that truck stop run a train on me. He turned me into a private gangbang whore. And this one seemed mean. I know if I said no, I might not be alive today to tell you about this in a blog.
No Matter How Hard I Try, I Seem to Have a Death Wish
Something in his eyes told me this man buried some bodies before. So, I didn’t want to mess with him. I did everything he told me to do. And being a good whore prolapsed my ass, bruised my body and left me broken. He set up some camera equipment for a live stream, and then he forced my head down on his massive cock.
And while I sucked his cock, about 50 other truckers came into the back of his cab and started fucking me one after another. But of course, they didn’t just fuck me. They choked me, pulled my hair, slapped me, punched me, and even spit on me. This trucker filmed the whole thing and brought out the worst in his fellow truckers. He encouraged them to take out all their rage and anger out on my tiny suburban body.
I feared I might make a snuff porn on New Year’s Eve and never see my family again. But after the last trucker nutted inside of me, he tossed me out of the back of his truck and threw me some money. Not enough money for what I endured, but enough money to buy some more cocaine. And cocaine will help me nurse my battered body and my bruised ego. I should’ve stopped while I was ahead. But no. I needed more money to get more cocaine. When will I ever learn?






















