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After that talk with her brother, the idea of the fertile hole stayed with Sally. The thought grew. She wanted to get pregnant, but moreover, the more she thought of it, the more the thought of sex with a total stranger had an unexpected appeal. The idea that some random guy’s cock would fill her with sperm actually excited her to the point she found herself masturbating to it.
This morning she decided to go check out this truck stop. Of course, she wasn’t going to do anything. Maybe though, she would find something that could feed her fantasy.
When she took the exit for the stop, her heart was racing. The building was even bigger than it looked from the freeway. She stepped inside, her legs shaking slightly. From the main entrance, to her left, she could see a quick mart that was as big as some grocery stores, with all the normal rest-stop sundries. To the right was a dinner that looked big enough to serve half the town. She guessed this had the advantage of not needing to rush anyone out. Straight ahead, beyond the clerk to help with gasoline problems, were the restrooms. There were pictograms indicating there were showers and lockers available inside. Maybe this is where they would hide a gloryhole, she wondered. So, she went back to women’s room to look around.
Sally ended up spending 10 minutes going through every corner of the very large bathroom. There were 6 shower stalls, but all of them were solid, no strange holes. The toilets were normal too, without any chunks of wall missing. Finally she looked for extra doors, but the only door other than the entrance was for a utility closet. The door to the closet was slatted, and she could see the brooms and cleaning supplies inside.
Oh well, what did I expect? Sally thought. There is no way such a thing exists in our town.
So, Sally went into the dining area, and sat at the counter, thinking to get a light snack before heading home. Looking over the menu, she found it. “Cream pie special”, just as advertised.
Ha! That’s probably what started this rumor in the first place. Sally concluded. I wonder if they even know what creampie means?
Sally ordered the special as a lark. This was just too funny.
But once she got the pie, she realized that part of her was actually disappointed. She’d been so excited by the prospect of this forbidden solution to having a child, that her panties were dripping wet.
What’s come over me? Sally wondered. My brother tells me some ridiculous rumor and I get wet over seeing a dessert special?
Sally blushed slightly and went back to nibbling at her pie.
“Hello ma’am. How’s that pie treating you?” The voice asking was deep and rich.
Sally looked up find a large middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and a full beard on the other side of the counter. He wore a name tag that simply said “Carl”. It was the same color and font as the waitress had been, or at least close enough, but had no other identifier except the name.
“Hi,” Sally responded slowly. “It’s pretty good, thanks.”