My wife turns me out to make money at the local truck stop.

When my wife Wanda finally felt that I was ready to earn money for her as a crossdressing hooker, she drove me to the local truck stop. It is a pretty big place on the interstate highway and at any given time it may have 10-20 trucks parked there. Some are there to eat the greasy food and some are just filling up their tanks. A few are parked out in the lot where they are sleeping before getting back on the road. Wanda had been preparing my “boi pussy” for weeks by making me wear a butt plug and pegging me with her strapon. She had purchased a variety of clothes for me to wear as well as three different wigs. She had gotten pretty good at applying makeup on my shaved male face, and unless you looked closely, I did look a lot like a female. I had been practicing my walk and also had pretty much perfected speaking is a higher pitched but soft voice. This night I was wearing a leather skit with black leather boots over sexy mesh stockings. Underneath my skirt I had on a garter belt, bikini panties, and a black bra. Wanda waited in the car as I approached the first trucker. He looked me up and down and said that he was sorry, but he had to hit the road. I was turned down twice more before I finally found the right guy. He was a big white man wearing a cowboy hat and I walked up to him just as he was getting out of his truck cab. He got right down to business, “How much.” I told him 75 for a blow job or 100 for a fuck “which is what Wanda had told me to say.” Without hesitation he said, “Let’s go” and held open the door of his truck for me. I climbed up into the cab and scooted over to the passenger side. When he settled in under the steering wheel, he handed me a hundred dollar bill. I tucked the money into my bra and scooted across the seat and reached for his crotch. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was already half hard and was good-sized. As I bent over and began to suck and stroke him, he kept repeating “Good girl! Good girl.” I could tell that he was enjoying my efforts because his hard dick was throbbing now and a bit of pre-cum was leaking out. “Let’s climb in the back and fuck,” he said. “Before we do, I said, there is something I need to tell you,” I said. I wasn’t sure how he was going to take the news about the cock between my legs. “You mean that you are a tranny?” he replied. “Yes.” “Honey, that’s why I said yes.” Let’s get in the back. We both crawled back into the bed behind the seats and he began to undress me. He unhooked my stockings and slipped off my panties. Then he took his hand and reached out and took my little dick and began to lick the head. I was astonished. It never occurred to me that he might want to do that. We sucked and stroked each other until my little clit was rock hard (not something that happened very often) and then he lubed up my boi pussy with something from a tube and began to slide his hard dick into me. It was heavenly. I was finally being fucked by a real man. Wanda had pegged me and fucked me with dildos for months, but the feel of a real man’s cock inside me was just delightful. He pounded my ass, shifted positions, and pounded some more. My own dick was leaking cum and I knew that if I just reached down and stroked it I would spurt all over the place. Then I felt his hot cum spurting inside me. He was jerking his hips and moaning until he collapsed . “That was very good, darling. I’ll be back through here next Sunday night. Would love to see you again.” I was now officially a tranny prostitute. Before he left he kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass. “You were terrific!” he said. I headed off across the parking lot to find Wanda. I had a lot to tell her.

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