Stress Relief

Driving down the lonely stretch of freeway in the darkest part of the night would have been rather depressing, if I had been paying even the tiniest bit of attention to my surroundings. However, my thoughts were elsewhere; completely filled with one thing. Thoughts of kneeling down in front of some veiny monster, of wrapping my mouth around a complete stranger's huge cock and cramming it down my throat like my life depended on it. Thoughts of gagging myself as roughly as possible on.. Well.. you get the idea.

I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Claire, and I am a lawyer. I pride myself in having a great many things that I am good at. Over the years I honed my skill set to make me ruthless in the courtroom, truly the best lawyer that money has to offer. Being an attractive woman had always left me feeling that I had something to prove, and I made sure I more than did so in every case I worked. Hence my expansive litigation skills: winning over juries, debating the poor souls on the other side of the courtroom from me, working marathon, 14-hour days like today, and sucking cock.

"But Claire," you might say, "one of those things doesn't have much to do with being a lawyer, why would you include it on that list?"

Well you would be wrong. During my time as a lawyer, I found the art of giving an aggressive, sloppy blowjob to be quite possibly the most important skill in my toolbox. Not for persuasion, as you might guess, or for any sort of sexually-charged backroom dealing. No, I won all my cases fair and above-board.

Let me explain myself, as I may not be making much sense here. As any good lawyer can tell you, it is a profession that has a high likelihood to make one go quite crazy. Starting from the very beginning in law school, any aspiring litigator must find some way to stay sane. A pressure valve if you will, an outlet for the mountains of stress that go hand in hand with courtroom proceedings. As I had quickly found early in my career, giving head anonymously and aggressively was my personal stress relief.

The ability to basically unhinge my jaw and take whatever was placed in front of me, and my complete lack of a gag reflex had taken a long time to achieve. I had worked hard and long (pun very much intended) at being the best cocksucker I could possibly be.

All of my law school classmates had been quite happy about this as well, understandably. And now, years after my graduation, I had perfected the art of the deepthroat blowjob. The only cases I had ever lost came when I had foolishly attempted to give up my filthy habit. I wouldn't make that mistake again.

Driving with one hand was something I also considered myself quite talented at. The engine of my Lexus hummed along in the night as the clock on the dash approached 1am. I flushed as I drove absentmindedly, one hand snaked between my thighs. My pussy dripped as I played with myself, the thought of huge, gargantuan dicks attached to faceless bodies filling my thoughts. I was borderline salivating as I fantasized about struggling for breath with my lips wrapped around a huge, hot monstrosity. If I had any shame left I would have been mortified. Instead of shame I felt myself creeping ever closer toward an explosive orgasm.

Thankfully there wasn't any traffic at this time of night, as I was well aware of how much I was swerving on the road as I drove. I almost wished I would get pulled over, so I could give some lucky police officer a story to tell the whole station. At this thought, I almost drove off the road as my fingers drew out a shuddering climax from deep inside me. After it had subsided, I pulled my soaked fingers out from my designer panties and expensive slacks, trying to calm my rapid breathing.

I was a mess, this case had put me in such bad shape metally. Time for some stress relief.

Finally my destination came into view on the horizon. After miles and miles of nothing except the occasional farmhouse, the truckstop was a garish landmark on an otherwise unremarkable stretch of country highway. I had found this little slice of heaven by mistake forever ago, returning from a business trip. It was almost ten miles outside of the large city I lived and worked in, and I was running low on gas, so I had pulled into the huge gas station, on a night almost as late as the current one. A complete eyesore, the rows and rows of dirty pumps and cracked asphalt was nothing compared to the rest area for long-haul truckers inside. I'm not sure what spurred me to go inside, but on the pretext of needing the restroom, I ventured in.

As soon as I walked through those filthy glass double doors into the building I knew I was in the wrong place. My carefully pristine look had survived even through the long car ride, and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I might have felt in physical danger, but I had a small handgun nestled in my Prada handbag. Call me paranoid, but I've always been convinced that a pretty girl should know how to defend herself just in case. Something assured me that I wouldn't need anything that extreme, as even the largest of the truckers inside wouldn't have dared touch me. I was a goddess to them, the air of authority I exuded well-practiced and untouchable. It was busy for the late hour, and I would find the reason why soon enough.

No one followed me to the back of the building, but I could feel eyes burning holes in the back of my skin-tight pencil skirt. I had total control over everyone in that lobby, and I knew it. Just the thought made me flush. I had always gotten off on feeling in control, maybe that was why I became a lawyer. That was also most likely the reason I needed to get a good throatfucking every now and then, the total release of control had become a fetish for someone as outwardly dominant as myself.

There was only one bathroom, with what must have been a dozen filthy stalls all in a row. Dingy fluorescent lights drenched the room in a garish gloom, the slow flickering bulbs wreaking havoc on my tired eyes. Again, some invisible force pulled me to the end stall. It was slightly larger than the rest, but by far the dirtiest. I walked in and shut the door behind me. On autopilot, I undid the zipper on the side of my skirt and slowly shimmied it off my hips, along with my black lace thong. I sat down on the stained toilet, even though I really didn't need to use it. Even with the stall door closed I felt incredibly exposed sitting there, as if my carefully shaved pussy was on display for the endless parade of truck drivers that frequented the rest stop.

Slowly I took in the room as I sat there. From the filthy floor, to the scrawled obscenities written all over the walls, this place certainly fit the bill of what an inquisitive mind might expect. Finally, my eyes came to rest on a well-worn hole just to the side of where the empty toilet paper roll hung. Well then. That certainly wasn't something that I was familiar with. I looked at it curiously, wondering how the janitorial staff could miss such an obvious invasion of privacy. I was so taken by my thoughts, that I completely missed the sounds of someone entering the bathroom and making their way down towards my end of the row of stalls.

I stiffened up with surprise as the stranger loudly opened and shut the stall door next to me. The walls dividing each stall went almost all the way to the ground so there was no way for me to be sure, but from the sound of it he was quite a large individual. For any normal, non-perverted individual, alarm bells would have gone off in their mind to remind them that they were in a state of undress and that there was a large hole in the barrier between stalls. If the man had so desired, he absolutely could have stared at me through it, and I would have been powerless to do anything to stop him from watching me frantically pull up my panties and skirt.

However, that was not the point of this particular opening in the wall. It had another, much more nefarious purpose.

If you are wondering how a world-wise woman such as myself didn't immediately recognize this for a gloryhole, well then you and I would share the same sentiments. Perhaps I knew all along that that was what waited for me in this particular filthy bathroom. Subconsciously I must have, as I sat and waited motionlessly as the unmistakable sounds of masturbation came from the giant just across the wall from me. Time seemed to slow as the gap in the wall slowly filled with something that I can only describe as an affront to god. It may just be my memory playing tricks on me, or me fetishizing my first time at the gloryhole, but that cock is one that I will never forget. Huge, inviting, almost statuesque in appearance, it must have been almost ten inches long.

Something animalistic in my brain clicked. The trip I was returning from had been a particularly long and drawn out case that I had been brought in for, and it had taken all of my endurance and skill as a lawyer to help it resolve. On top of that, the five hour drive had worn down any sort of better judgement I may have had remaining, and I did what felt natural. Skirt and underwear still pulled down, I shuffled over to the hole and knelt down until I was face to face with the obscene intruder into my stall.

Without a second's hesitation I placed my lipstick-covered lips gently around the head of the beast, licking it briefly. The muffled moan from the other side of the wall spurred me on. I was lost in a frenzied euphoria as I struggled to take the man's monster cock, finally rewarded with a messy load of cum down my throat for my efforts. As quickly as he had arrived, the stranger left. My biggest regret to this day was that I didn't stay in that stall longer, but giddily dressed myself and rushed out of the truckstop, quickly so as to not run into the person who had just been inside my mouth.

As I drove away that night, I felt better than I had in weeks. I had made a return almost a month later, forcing myself to wait in case anyone there recognized me. That had been years ago, and I certainly didn't care about such things now. I'm sure the employees knew who I was at this point, a tall, brunette Aphrodite trespassing in a world of underpaid, overworked men, but I never stayed around long enough to meet any of the poor bastards unfortunate enough to work in that particular shithole.

I pulled myself out from these pleasant memories as I parked around the side of the building. While I may have enjoyed a certain position of privilege inside the building, I certainly didn't want to have my obviously expensive vehicle broken into while I choked down endless amounts of cum inside the truck stop. I turned off the car and walked in briskly, my obscenely expensive stiletto heels clicking a brisk staccato on the filthy linoleum floor. Claire was home, and I wanted to make sure that any of the late-night patrons of the store were aware that I was open for business.

I walked confidently down to the end stall. As soon as I had closed and latched the door behind me I stripped off my work pants and jacket, and then unbuttoned my dark blue silk blouse. I kneeled expectantly in front of the smooth hole, after placing my pants and jacket beneath my knees. The current case I was on was a nightmare, and I knew I would be here for a while.

To an observer, it might seem a bit ridiculous. There I was, an almost strict-looking woman in exquisite lingerie, stockings, and heels sitting patiently on the filthy floor of an even filthier bathroom stall. I stared blankly at the small opening between the stalls, eager to begin. I couldn't help but play with my breasts under the thin material of my bra and silk blouse, rubbing and massaging my nipples while I waited for something to suck on.

I didn't have to wait long. My breaths grew heavier as I heard the bathroom door open, a pavlovian instinct kicking in and drenching my already damp panties with anticipation. I was such a slut for this, and I couldn't have been happier as my first cock of the evening eagerly protruded through the hole.

I slipped right into my normal routine immediately, teasing him until he was fully at attention with my manicured fingers and then licking the tip until I could only imagine the frustration in his face on the other side of the wall. I went straight to work. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever sucked, but it was definitely getting the job done. I gurgled out the most satisfying gagging noises as I buried him into the back of my throat, and felt myself become more and more aroused.

Clearly my efforts were appreciated, and the faceless man on the other side of the gloryhole shot his load straight down my throat after only a few short, blissful minutes of me sucking him off. He grunted appreciatively and shuffled out of the bathroom, having achieved his serotonin hit for the evening. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't so easy. Swallowing the last bits of cum, I sat on the dingy floor and pouted. I didn't even bother to wipe the spit and smeared lipstick off of my mouth, instead tying my long brunette hair back into a loose ponytail so that I could be facefucked unimpeded by whoever wandered by next.

The heat between my legs burned into an inferno as I waited impatiently for another victim. Even after just one round, I already felt the sticky mess of my mascara on my cheeks where it had run down with the inevitable tears that came from gagging repeatedly. I had considered wearing waterproof mascara for my late-night excursions, but I honestly loved how wrecked my face looked once I was done.

The spit hadn't even dried on my chin yet when I heard someone else enter the bathroom. This one was less courteous than usual, and grunted aggressively anytime I moved my mouth too far up his rather girthy shaft; I obliged like the obedient slut I had temporarily become and choked myself on him for as long as possible. I heard appreciative grunts from the monster on the other side of the wall as I coughed and gagged louder and louder, finally almost retching as he hit the far back of my throat and came hard.

His cum was like pure ecstasy as it dumped down my throat. I intently teased my clit beneath my soaked lace panties as I sought release, any release at all. The man grunted one last time and slid himself out of me, and I gulped down the final drops of his jizz. I sat back, frustrated, as I heard his heavy footsteps leave the bathroom. I needed more cock, these bastards weren't lasting long enough for me to get off. Apparently I was getting too good at this.

Several more men came and went, and still I hadn't felt the ball of stress and tension dissipate like it normally did. I had stripped down to nothing but my stockings, aggressively playing with my clit as I sat in the middle of the stall on my aching knees. I was losing my mind. What the hell was happening to me? Normally this worked, but even after five satisfied customers had emptied themselves all over my face and tits I felt just as ravenous as before.

I opened the door with a sense of purpose, my excitement rising as I realized what I was about to do. I pulled a piece of paper from my large designer handbag, not even looking at what it was. It must have been some random document from my current case, quite possibly important, but I was so cock-crazed that I didn't care. Using a pen, I wrote "Free use whore, please cum in!" in hasty, large letters on the blank back of the paper. Law-school Claire would have rolled her eyes at the immature wordplay, but truck-stop slut Claire couldn't resist.

The only thing left was to preserve the sense of anonymity in the whole situation. Not necessarily to protect my identity, I was well past that at this point, but having the parade of men be complete strangers was, at least for me, one of the hottest things about the whole ritual. I hurriedly slipped off one of my opaque black stockings and tied it in a quick blindfold covering my eyes, making sure it was snug enough that I couldn't see a thing.

My face flushed, feeling the rest of my senses perk up as the room went dark around me. The dirty tile floor felt cool against my backside as I sat back on my legs. I took a deep breath in and bathed in the smell of cum on my sloppy chin and naked chest, sending a tingle of ecstasy down my spine. My ears pricked up as I heard the door swing open. Some small voice in the very far back of my head informed me that this was a terrible idea, but it was quickly drowned out by my excitement as the footsteps approached. The heavy tread slowed as it came close; clearly the man was confused at my sign. A low, throaty chuckle as deep as thunder filled the room; almost menacing as the stranger entered the stall with me.

I immediately arched my back and leaned forward, opening my mouth and straining toward my prize. I let my tongue stick out slightly, as if to invite any who might be interested in fucking my dainty mouth. I felt huge hands grasp the back of my messy hair and pull me forward. Clearly my invitation had worked.

The force with which the man yanked me forward onto his cock was quite literally breathtaking. I moaned deeply as I got exactly what I wanted; however the sound that emitted from my completely filled throat was more like a wet gurgle. I couldn't stand how incredibly hot this was. I came immediately, shaking and convulsing as I still sat with my face impaled on the throbbing member shoved into my mouth.

The faceless man fucking me laughed at this, seemingly quite pleased with the filthy slut that he had stumbled into this evening. Taking this as a challenge, I aggressively rocked my head up and down on him, pushing his stiff cock as far back as I could force it. His laughter quickly turned to gruff moans of uncontrollable pleasure. I smiled internally through the haze of lust in my mind; even lost in a rolling orgasm I could still make men fall apart in front of me. I kept my head down until he finished, fighting against what was left of my gag reflex as I gulped down his cum. Finally he pulled out, to my relief and dismay. I felt my body sag a bit as I finally caught my breath. This face-fucking marathon was pushing my limits.

I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt another cock pressing itself insistently against my lips. There was no way it was the same man, someone else must have come in while I was lost in the last blowjob. I gathered myself and obediently opened up again. I had barely caught my breath when my throat was full again, and I felt myself gagging as I struggled to keep up with his thrusts.

As I was face fucked, I felt more hands grab my slim writs and pull them up toward eager crotches waiting on either side of me. How many people had entered the stall while I was sucking off the first trucker? At this point it didn't matter, I was the best damn cock-slut these bastards have ever met and I was going to prove it to them even if it killed me. I struggled to maintain a good rhythm as I was fucked from all sides, but still managed to get both of the cocks in my hands throbbing hard quickly. Distracted as I was from the man in front of me, I was a bit surprised when he pulled out without cumming. I was pretty sure I was doing a good job, even without giving my full focus, why had he taken his dick out of my mouth?

I made a bit of a disappointed face until I felt thick ropes of jizz hit my face, and then shoot down onto my naked tits. That makes more sense, I thought to myself, as the man grabbed my breasts and rubbed his cum all over my pale skin. I moaned deeply as he pinched my nipples briefly, covering them with his sticky mess and leaving me filthy.

He was quickly replaced by another trucker; and another followed him. It quickly turned into a blur as I struggled to keep up with the endless parade of visitors to my dingy little corner of the truckstop. Soon I was covered with cum, and had swallowed even more. I had climaxed at least once more, simply from being facefucked. I was exhausted but in a daze of pleasure, reeling from my multiple orgasms as well as the rough treatment I had received. Finally the last man in the stall left the bathroom, closing the door loudly behind him. I collapsed naked onto the dirty bathroom floor.