I'm an HGV driver on the London to Harwich run. I prefer night trips, not only because the money's better, but because there are fewer lunatics driving expensive German cars on that motorway. At Harwich we cross over to the Hook of Holland and then down through Europe to Valencia, where I pick up oranges and lemons for one of the big supermarkets. A couple of trips back, I got into conversation with another driver in a cafe outside Ipswich. He told me about a notorious pick-up spot on one of the French autoroutes, where there were always loads of women for hire. "All sorts," he said. "Young, old, white, black. Even trannies." "Don't think I'd fancy that," I retorted, as if my manhood had been questioned. Mind you, this bloke looked well-and-truly hetero - , big shoulders, shaved head and loads of tatoos. "Never tried a tranny?" he joshed. "Blimey mate, you haven't lived! I had one recently who did things to my cock that my missus wouldn't even of dreamed of - let alone been willing to try! And they love talking dirty when they're doing it!" Now I was interested (my missus has always refused to do what she calls 'smutty talk') and so I asked my pal to give me the sat nav reference for the French pick-up site. "You can't miss it. It's very distinctive. It's a long lay-by screened by trees. And the nice thing is that the girls that are 'available' all stand on the kerbside, most of them dressed in white. You can spot the trannies 'cause they always wear white thigh-length pvc boots." At this point our conversation was interrupted by the unwanted arrival of a DVLA inspector, so we had to behave ourselves like good boys. Just after dawn the next day, after a good sleep in my cab on the Channel crossing, I headed south and within a couple of hours was approaching the lay-by I'd been tipped off about. And sure enough, there they all were, standing on the roadside, eagerly awaiting customers. There were about 10 of them, all really good lookers, and all decked out in white. I indicated a right turn, pulled my rig off the road and waited in the cab. A gorgeous blonde creature climbed up onto the metal step outside my cab as I lowered the window. She looked Eastern European, Polish I guessed. "Hello, big boy! You want I come up in the cab now and give you a good time?" "Err, I'm not sure," I said, playing for time, hoping to pick up a tranny. "Suck your cock? Wank over my titties, perhaps?" she suggested coyly, fluttereng her long eyelashes. "I was hoping..." she looked with amusement at the bulge in my overalls and smiled. "I know, you want a tranny! Wait here while I send one over." With that she jumped down and through my rear view mirror I saw her talking to a tall woman, with dark shoulder-length hair, wearing long white pvc boots. She strolled sexily towards my lorry, rocking her hips. "Christmas has come early" I thought as I saw her framed in my side window. She had ruby red lipstick, pink blusher on her cheeks and a lovely dark mascara around her brown eyes. "Hello darling. Feeling horny?" she asked in a lovely French accent. I nodded nervously and rubbed by crotch. "Wanna show me what you've got in there, baby? A lady always likes to see the goods before any transaction? It'll cost you 50 Euros, by the way." I meekly duly to her request and pulled out by semi-stiff todger. It's an asset that I'm very proud of, and one which many women have caught their breath over on first seeing it. I'm nearly 9" long, with a lovely straight shaft, unshaved at the base so that my balls are surrounded by a big pubic bush, uncut with a lovely big hood. I peeled the hood back so she could get a good look at my bell end. I gave it a couple of slow strokes to get it semi-rigid. "Will this do?" She grinned. "That'll do nicely, monsieur. Can I come in?" So saying, she let herself into the cab and settled down on the passenger seat beside me. I dropped my trousers and pulled up my T-shirt just as she leaned across and took my cock in her mouth. Within moments, she was expertly deep-throating me, stroking my balls with one hand and moaning softly. Her other hand was already pulling up her miniskirt to reveal a pair of sexy pink knickers concealing a huge bulge. Sensing that I was already 'on the edge', she took my cock out of her mouth. My shaft had lovely long smears of red lipstick down it. "How'd you like to suck mine, babe?" So saying, she slipped her panties down to reveal a glorious 7" cut cock, shaved around its base, with smooth balls beneath. I eagerly buried my face in her crotch and felt her hand on the back of my head pushing me down further. Now I was deep-throating her. "Like me to talk dirty to you, my English lorry driver?" she purred. I nodded as I sucked. "Suck me good and hard, darling. I'm your slutty cum-loving French whore now. I want to shoot a big load of my warm juicy spunk all over your face and across your hairy chest. So you'll smell of me all the way across France!" I was gagging hard as she pushed her cock right to the back of my throat. As I braced myself for her climax, she pulled her prick back so that my lips were just touching the rim of her pulsing knobhead. She twitched once and then let fly. Warm cream spunk juice flooded across my face. I slurped it down hungrily as she screamed: "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking FUCK!" After a short pause it was her turn to bring me off, which she did effortlessly, with more dirty talk. "Shoot it over my thighs, darling? I so love to feel spunk running down into my stocking tops when I'm standing by the side of the road!" I duly obliged. My first tranny experience was certainly as exciting as my lorry driver friend had predicted and one which I resolved to repeat on my return journey.