The time was 11:22PM and I had been driving through 30+ miles of trees without any signs of human life. The road ahead was illuminated by moon light… it looked like ocean waves in a pitch black sea. I knew I shouldn’t have been playing, “let’s see how far I can get with an empty tank” about an hour ago. I justified my terrible luck and the possibility of being stuck overnight in the wilderness of the Oregon mountains with a, “it serves you right for being an idiot” explanation.
You can probably guess my excitement when I spotted a rest area and a gas station 5 miles ahead. I walked into this rest area thinking I was going to be the only person inside at this time and I quickly realized I was very wrong. In fact, I WAS the only effeminate transgender girl wearing short shorts, thin white t-shirt that made my nipples stand out. And my boobs appeared perky and bouncy from the hormones. To say I stood out like a sore thumb is an understatement. The small rest stop was packed with 6-7 men….all truck drivers. They were speaking in Arabic and stopped for a brief second as I walked by. I felt all eyes on my back. Why was I wearing these stupid short shorts I thought to myself? I also needed some bandaids so I passed through somes aisles. My eyes locked on a 6’2ish Arab guy with a beard, short hair, full lips and somewhat of a lighter complexion. The first thing I noticed was his huge biceps. He was in the family planning section in front of the condoms section. I wish I had something to cover up. I felt way too exposed. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him looking at me as I walked by.
He continued to look towards me as I navigated through the aisles with an absent mind. He grinned and finally asked me what I was looking for. I told him “bandaids”, he continued to smile and pointed to a row next to him. I thanked him and quickly made eye contact with him again before looking away. In those few seconds, I caught a better glimpse of him. He appeared to be close to his 30s. His beard was very indicative of a proper Muslim man and a hairy chest (I could see bush of hair popping out from his shirt). He eventually came up to me and started talking. I could tell he was flirting by the smirk on his face. He started asking about my background. The whole time, his eyes were at my nipples that were hard under the thin shirt. I could tell he started coming closer and closer to close the gap between us as we talked in the aisle. He had a slight accent as he was doing small talks and introduced himself as Hussain. He asked me where I was from, if I was alone, what I was doing in Oregon and if I needed help with anything?
He offered to pay for my gas, and I was shocked. For some reason I thought he was joking and I just brushed it off. But when we got to the counter he was scaringly persistent. So I just stood back and let him. I figured why not, since gas was super expensive anyway . As he started walking out of the store with me, his friends were laughing and throwing remarks at him in Arabic. I wish I understood what they were saying. I noticed he was def. probably the youngest and the best looking in their entire group.
I was amazed at how bold and forward he was because he told me to sit in the car as he pumped gas in my car. He left the nozzle and came around to the passenger front seat where I was sitting. He opened the car door and started to gently brush the top of his fingers on my arms. I didn’t know what to think or say, I just looked down at my thighs. I saw goosebumps spread across my thigh. His hands moved down slowly and he brushed his fingers on my protruding nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. My stomach had knots in it.
Mind you the door to my car was still wide open and he was leaning over while still standing. Good thing was that he was covering me entirely and people couldn’t tell what was happening. He tilted my chin upward and commanded me to look at him. I did, he complimented my eyes and said he always heard Afghans had the most beautiful eyes and now he can confirm that fact. I always got complimented on my eyes, but for some reason the way he complimented my eyes made me feel weak and flushed all over.
I knew he was super horny because I could already see the bulge in his pants. He said his truck was parked in the same rest area and that he needed me now. He did not give me an option to say yes or no. I couldn’t have said no… could I? I was a little hesitant because I had heard how dirty truck drivers were. My brain was playing tug of war with me. But I was leaning towards not wanting to go with him. While I was still thinking. He went around to the driver side, got in and drove towards his truck.
My brain tried to justify what was happening by thinking that he actually seemed super suave and clean. He smelled good too. My stomach was still in knots.
After he parked my car, I followed him to his truck. It was pitch dark outside and on top of that it was also very cold. He saw me hug my arms and shiver. He put his jacket around me as he walked me to his truck. I didn’t know what to talk about because it was awkward walking quietly next to a man I just met. A part of me wanted to run back into the darkness. But I think he still had my car key. My brain knew what was about to happen, so I asked him if he bought the condoms, he quickly and swiftly said he did. I thanked him softly and said I prefer to use protection. He didn’t respond to that. More pitch silence.
While we were walking to his truck, there were so many other trucks parked nearby. I was dreading this walk. I hoped and prayed no man was out to see this. I already felt like a truck stop whore and did not need anyone confirming this. And of course to my rotten luck, his friends from before in the rest area were standing outside their trucks smoking. They started whistling and what appeared to be taunting him and he just laughed it off again. I wanted to sink 6 feet into the ground. I kept my eyes to the ground and continued to walk as fast as I could. That was the longest 2 min walk of my life.
His truck actually smelled really nice, like Oud mixed with pine tree and after shave. My heart was beating in my throat. The smell suffocated my senses. Once we were in his truck, the only place to go was towards the back. I sat on his neatly made bed. He drew curtains for privacy all around the windows even though the night was pitch black. Once we were in pitch black of the cabin, he switched on a small light. The light allowed me to see him again. His thick eyebrows, his surprisingly long eye lashes and dark brown piercing eyes that were smoldering into mine. I noticed the beard framed his face nicely. My brain and body seemed conflicted, he felt safe and warm but at the same time dangerous and cold.
He leaned down towards me and brushed his lips on mine. My lips quivered. I felt his hands cup my boobs and gently squeeze them. I gasped and attempted to tell him to be gentle because they were sensitive, he started to kiss me really deeply. He started to rub my hard nipples and I flinched because my boobs were aching, I wasn’t sure from his touch or the hormones. He finally pulled back and I gasped for air and he just grinned at me. He leaned in again close to my ear and said, “you’re perfect. I’m gonna take my time with you baby”. My heart was beating in my throat again.
He didn’t take my t-shirt off right away, instead he rolled it above my boobs and told me to get on my knees. I knew what was to come. I just hoped I would have to do this and get him to cum so I wouldn’t have to get fucked. He grabbed my hands and brought them to his bulge. He made me grab and pull out his dick, it felt so alive, warm and uncomfortably big in my hands .He was already very girthy. When he lowered his boxers, his hairy dick and balls plopped out. He had a bulbous fat head that was glowing red in the dim light. He was so veiny. The smell of pure man invaded my nostrils right away. I had butterflies in my stomach again and I felt dizziness and lightheaded as I felt my neck and body flushing in heat. He grabbed the back of my head and brought my head towards his manhood. The masculine smell emanating from his manhood made my knees and body weak.
He told me to make out with the head of his cock and not put it in my mouth. As directed, I slowly wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and started to make out with it. I looked up at him. Sometimes I caught a glimpse of his chest hair and beard and sometimes my eyes locked into his hard and stern looking piercing brown eyes. He lifted one of his legs up and placed them on the bunker bed. He was positioning himself to fuck my wet mouth. He grabbed my hair and started to eventually face fuck me and making me gag on it until I had tears rolling down my eyes. My nails dug into his thick hairy thighs without avail. He tilted my head back and wrapped his super hairy thick thighs around my face and his balls were in my mouth and his gooch area was on my nose. He was holding my head and keeping me there as I begin to suffocate again. I had no choice but to keep his balls in my mouth until he released me.
He grabbed my hair again and pulled me towards his cock again but I grabbed his thighs and begged him to give me a break between tears. He grabbed my shoulders and stood me up and backed me into his bunker bed. I realized I had made a mistake by stopping him, at that point I would’ve taken being suffocated by his cock over what was about to happen to me.
When I was backed all the way to the edge of his bed. I realized I had no way to get out of this. My heart was pounding in my head. I started to panic and hyperventilate… I felt dizzy again. I didn’t know what to do, so I grabbed his arms/ biceps to prevent myself from being put on my back on the bed. His hands gripped my waist and he lowered me onto the bed. My emotions kicked in, and I started to cry and I begged him I would suck him and let him do me in mouth if he didn’t fuck me. He just looked at me and said he wasn’t going to fuck me, he was going to make love to me.
He had pushed me into the bed, on my back and was on top of me. He put the knee of one of his legs between my legs so I wouldn’t close my legs. He eventually worked both of his legs between mine and positioned them apart. He started to kiss and bite my neck and nibble my ears. He worked himself down to my swollen boobs. I was literally shaking when he was sucking my boobs. He started to kiss me again and pulled my thin panties to the side.
I felt wetness touching my hole with a slight push. I looked into his eyes and my eyes widened as I realized his cock had somehow automatically found my hole because both his hands were on my boobs. The wetness on the tip of his cock was due to pre-cum and it appeared to be kissing my puckered hole. He positioned himself on top of me and pushed his wide hips into me slowly and I felt his raw head pop inside me. I gasped and clenched his biceps. When I gasped, he devilishly grinned and kissed my forehead. I continued to look at him and quietly asked for him to use the condom please. It was more of a begging than an ask. He swallowed my pleading with a deep kiss. His tongue invading my mouth and senses.
His kiss had so much purpose and “want” in it as if he was trying to take something I never had. I lay under his weight with my legs open. My hips kept arching up involuntarily as if motioning for him to plunge inside me. He must have noticed that, he grabbed my thighs and cupped his hands on my ass and lifted my puckered hole that was partially spread open by his bulbous cock head towards his cock. My eyes rolled back and toes curled as the rest of his raw cock ripped inside me. He swallowed my whimpering and screams with another deliberate kiss. My hands had involuntarily moved to his broad waist and hips trying to push him back and lessen the severity of his weight on top of me. Every time he rocked his hips, I felt his cock press deeper inside me. I figured that I could have done nothing in my power to unmount him and deter his primal desire to take my pussy. I felt defeated and scared.
He pulled his lips back from my lips and at this point I was gasping for air after being cut off from breathing properly for so long. He told me I was super soft and feminine and felt better than any girls he slept with. He moved down to my swollen boobs and begin to suck on them with his full lips while looking at me. At that point I had lost complete control of my own body and my body betrayed me when it started to melt and conform to his touch . I couldn’t form any sentence, I just kept saying his name and “please” or “no”. I noticed I was clenching onto his hands with mine. His hands were slightly calloused, strong and had hair on top. His fingernails was neatly trimmed. He even had attractive hands my god!
He continued to suck my sensitive protruding nipples and moved his hands from my grasp to my skinny waist. My fingers were now running through his stiff short hair that still had dried up gel in it. He came back up to my lips and smiled, he said every part of my body tasted like something different. My boobs tasted his ripe mangoes, my lips like strawberries and my body like coconut butter and my hair was like burying his face in clouds that smelled like roses.
Before I had a chance to thank him for all his compliments, he grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head. His hard hands holding down my wrists, he began to rock his hips again, I felt his cock grow inside me as he grinded himself into me. It took my breath away every time he would get balls deep and bottomed out because I felt him press up inside me a little more just to make sure he was in the deepest. He started to kiss my ears and nibble them as his thrusts became harder and faster. I held my breath to the rhythm of him thrusting into me. I heard the loud claps of his thick thighs hitting into into me with his full force… and God that was a lot of force. I heard the wet smacking of his dick ravaging my insides. My body buckled and broke under him.
If someone could’ve heard his love making with me, they would’ve thought he was abusing and torturing me. I steadied myself by wrapping my arms around his neck and found my chance again to plead him to put on a condom please. I told him I was really nervous. He looked at me confused and almost irritated, he told me he wasn’t gonna knock me up. He added that if he could, he would do it every year until he had an entire football team. I cringed at his words. If that wasn’t enough, he added that, “He would’ve knock me up and drove me into Utah where the state would make sure I carried his baby to delivery.” I felt nauseated and the inner liberal and feminist inside me screamed silently.
He released by waist from his strong grip, I tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept looking away and his face seemed to have gotten stern. It scared me to my core. In an attempt to lessen the severity of the situation, I grabbed his bulging tatted biceps and reached up and kissed his bottom lip gently as I continued to look into his eyes pleadingly. He probably felt bad for me, I don’t know what gave away, but as he was still buried inside me, he reached into the pocket of his pants that were on the ground besides the bunker and pulled out a packet of magnum condom. His eyes had intensified, his eyebrows had wrinkled and he seemed annoyed. I felt bad for killing his mood and putting him into this predicament. But relief did wash over me.
He slowly pulled his cock out from my warmth, leaving my hole empty and impaled from where he was. I was in the process of clenching up my twitching hole again but he wasted no time in putting on the condom and bottomed out inside me again. It took me by surprise, I expected him to gently enter me like he did before.
Now he pushed my knees to my ears spreading me out as he began to pound me relentlessly. I was lost for words because it actually hurt. He was being so rough as he pumped me full of his meaty brown cock. My body started to fold into the corner wall of the bunker bed due to the hard thrusts. He continued to move forward to close the gap. At one point I was folded in such a way that I was making direct eye contact with him again. His eyes seemed so cold and distant. They had lost the warmth, spark and “want” they had when he was on top of me making love to me and showering me with compliments. Now they were filled with hunger, lust and coldness. It actually scared me and made me super nervous because he seemed so distant despite being so close to me. The only words coming from him were the grunts and growls.
I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up at his face level, but he refused to look directly into my eyes. I tried to kiss him, he moved his face from facing me to my side in a hugging position. I kissed his ear lobes instead. At this point, he had fucked me into the wall of the bunker, luckily the wall of the bunker was also cushioned. I was folded up so my back was on the wall of the bunker and my legs were on his shoulders. He hit it into me so roughly that I was certain the truck probably shook. I was shaking in pain and intensity of what was happening to my body and soul. At this point, I couldn’t take it, I wanted to break down. I cried and begged into his ear. I just kept saying “baby please” or “please it hurts”.
He grabbed my hair and yanked my face back as he plundered my hole with hard thrusts. He grunted loudly and I felt him press up inside me 2 -3 more times deeper than ever before. I screamed in pain from the deep jabbing of his cock. My nails dig into his back muscles. He was dripping in sweat and because his body pressed up into me, I was also covered in his sweat. He finally made brief eye contact, at this point my eyes were red from crying and pain. He stopped grinding his hips into me. He told me that I was the one who asked to be fucked like a whore when he was treating me like a princess. He said this is exactly how he fucks whores; hard, relentless and with rubber on. He said because whores have numb pussy and they need a hard pounding to feel anything. I was appalled by him. He was so misogynistic and his views on women and trans were like that of objects. My brain was so perplexed but I dare not say anything
I was lost for words and wanted to sink into the ground. He said I had convinced him I was also a whore when i kept asking for a condom. At that point, my emotions took over me and I burst out sobbing again. Estrogen is one hellova hormone I tell you…. Instead of allowing you to fight back and defend yourself… it makes you weak and start to cry. I told him I was sorry and that I should get back on the road. He told me it was too late for me to drive alone and that he wanted me to stay in the truck all night. I would’ve been ok sleeping in his strong arms even though he broke my body and rendered me incapable of walking anyway.
However, I started to panic again when I heard voices outside his truck. Terror washed over me and my stomach sunk in. He told me he will see me in the morning. I didn’t understand his statement. My voice broke down in fear and all I said was… “baby please don’t pull out of me”. I wrapped my legs around him still in missionary and attempted to kiss him.
He shrugged and told me he was done. He pulled out of me semi hard and the condom was filled with so much white cum, I was shocked. It was like a water balloon. He sat on the side of the bunker bed naked glistening in sweat, he was on his phone. I was still laying behind him naked, sore and exhausted looking at the ink on his upper back. It was of a growling tiger and what appeared to be his last name in Arabic.
I softly asked him for my car keys as I massaged his back. “Babe I should get going please”, I begged softly.“Lay back down” he said sharply. The coldness in his response sent a pang of fear and hurt down my core. I heard a knock on the window of the truck, he quickly slid on his shorts and t- shirt and went to open the door. I was still in the bunker bed naked and quickly wrapped the blanket around myself and slid to the other side to move away from sight. I heard him talking to what appeared to be 2-3 guys. They were speaking Arabic. I heard some low laughing and what sounded like high fiving.
That was the last I saw of Hussain.
I felt the truck rocking as 2-3 big men climbed inside and shut the door behind them. I can’t even describe the sinking feeling of dread and fear I experienced. I thought Hussain and I had formed some kind of weird connection. At least he had fucked and treated me like I somewhat mattered at one point. “Please no….” Is all I said. They let me go at sunrise around 6:00AM. Those were the longest 6 hours in a night I’ve ever experienced.
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