With a weary yawn, Lila pulled back the faded, threadbare bedspread and slid her naked body between the sheets, ignoring their questionable cleanliness. Reaching over, she switched off the battered, slightly crooked lamp on the rickety nightstand beside the bed, plunging the room into a soft, enveloping darkness. She fell into a restless sleep, listening to the wheeze and rattle of the air conditioning unit located underneath the window.

Lila awoke to the harsh sound of gravel crunching under tires and the slam of a vehicle door. Pale morning light filtered through the cracked and yellowed vertical blinds, casting odd patterns across the room. She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, several of the LED segments were non-functional, but she believed the time to be 7:23 AM. Her body ached from the previous day's encounters, sore in places she'd rather not think about.

Voices drifted through the walls, muffled but distinctly male. She recognized Dale's gravelly drawl mixed with what sounded like Travis's smoother tone. Her stomach twisted with anxiety as deliberate footfalls halted outside her door, followed by the ‘shave and a haircut’ pattern of knocks.

"Lila, darlin’? You awake in there?" Travis's voice, warm and honeyed, carried through the thin wooden door.

Lila sat upright, clutching the stained sheet tightly against herself, its fabric bunching around her large breasts. "Yeah, just a minute," she called back, her voice hoarse from sleep. She hurriedly slipped into the floral sundress, the soft fabric hugging her form, and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, trying to tame the unruly strands as best as she could.

She opened the door cautiously, finding him standing there in the same grease stained coveralls. "Got news ‘bout yer car," he said, his pale blue eyes meeting hers without the predatory gleam from yesterday. "Both good an’ bad. Which y’all want first?"

"Bad, I guess," she said, steeling herself.

"Alternator's shot like I thought, and that serpentine belt's frayed to hell," Travis explained, leaning casually against the doorframe, his body outlined by the morning light filtering in through the opening. “Good news is Joe had them there Jap parts in stock and he's gonna swing by the shop to drop them off."

“Uh huh,” Lila replied with a wistful smile, though she was relieved that her car was going to be fixed sooner rather than later, she knew what price she was likely going to have to pay for the parts.

Travis continued, “So, I explained y’all’s money situation with Joe and he’s willin’ to trade them parts for a couple hours with ya,” a sly smirk crossing his lips. "Said he wants payment up front though ‘fore he’ll drop them off. I told him to just stop by y’all’s room and you’d take good care of him,” he added, giving her a knowing wink. “He should be here in an hour or so."

Even though she knew it was coming, Lila felt a tightness in her chest. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast as she braced herself for another stranger, another fuck. She nodded slowly, resignation settling over her like a dark cloud. "What's he like?" she asked quietly, lifting her gaze to look at Travis’s face, hoping that Joe would be just as handsome.

Travis scratched his stubbled jaw, the bristles rasping under his fingertips. "Joe's alright. Big fella, fat. Runs the parts store with his wife, who’s even fatter,” he laughed. "Guessin’ he ain’t seen his pecker in years. Shouldn't be too rough on ya though - heard his ticker ain't in that good a shape."

Great, a bad heart, hope this one doesn’t die fucking me as well, Lila thought, her mind flashing back to Johnny’s lifeless corpse laying in the dirt under the oak tree. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the soft fabric of her dress, the motion calming her nerves. "How long will it take you to fix everything once you get the parts?" she asked, trying to focus on logistics instead of her apprehension.

"Couple hours, maybe three if there’s complications," Travis replied, his tone becoming more businesslike. "Should have ya back on the road by evenin’, assumin' everything goes smooth," he added, nodding reassuringly.

The promise of freedom by tonight gave Lila a small spark of hope. "Thanks, Travis."

Travis smiled at her. “Oh, one more thing,” he said reaching over next to the door. “Thought you might need this,” he continued, picking up a small battered suitcase, its edges scuffed and worn, and handing it to her. “Retrieved it from the trunk of y’all’s car,” he explained.

Lila's eyes widened with relief as she felt the familiar, comforting weight of her suitcase in her hands. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her voice a blend of disbelief and sheer joy. “With everything that's happened, I kinda forgot about this,” she admitted, her heart fluttering with excitement. She knew that inside it lay her own clothes, toiletries, and makeup—items she felt would restore a much-needed sense of normalcy.

Between Travis’s handsome face and her overwhelming appreciation of him returning her belongings, the urge bubbled up inside her. She set down her suitcase with a thud and reached out for Travis’s arm, pulling him into the room with urgency, slamming the door shut behind them. “Take your cock out,” she demanded, her words a thrilling command as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him with clear intent, her eyes never leaving his.

Travis was slightly taken aback by her abruptness, but as he wasn't going to turn down a blowjob, he eagerly complied with her request. His hands fumbled slightly as he lowered the zipper of his coveralls, freeing his semi-erect cock. Lila wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling it harden and pulse beneath her touch as she stroked him.

Tavis emitted a resonant groan from deep within his chest, his hands resting gently on either side of her head, feeling the silky texture of her honey-blonde hair. She slid his erection into her warm, wet mouth, her lips forming a perfect seal just under the ridge of the head. Unlike Earl's brutal face-fucking the day before, Travis surrendered control and allowed Lila to control the pace. She worked her tongue along his length with practiced skill, tracing the pulsating veins, before swirling it around the bulbous knob.

She pulled back briefly, a strand of saliva stretching from her full lips to his swollen tip, and looked up at him with lust-darkened eyes. "My way of showing appreciation," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, before taking him deeper and rhythmically sucking his cock with genuine enthusiasm rather than desperate obligation. Her hands found the firm muscles of his ass, squeezing them as her lips and tongue continued their sensual exploration of his member. Lila found herself getting incredibly turned on, her nipples hardening and a warm slickness forming between her thighs.

Travis moaned, “Oh fuck,” his hips rocking slightly as she worked him closer to climax.

She increased her pace, flooded with the insatiable desire to taste his cum, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the air around them. She removed her hands from his bottom, one grasping and stroking his spit slickened shaft, the other slipping beneath her sundress, fingers locating her wet pussy and rubbing her swollen clit as she pleasured him.

"Darlin', you gonna make me cum," Travis breathed, his voice strained and desperate with his approaching ejaculation. Lila could feel his cock throb against her tongue, growing harder as he neared his peak. She sucked and stroked with increased eagerness, taking him deep until he nudged the velvety back of her throat. Her fingers dancing and circling across her slippery, wet pussy, desperately seeking her own release.

With a sudden twitch of his hips, Travis erupted into her yearning mouth, semen flooding across her tongue in thick spurts. Lila continued to stroke and suck, swallowing his seed greedily, savoring the salty taste as her own climax crashed over her. She moaned around his shaft, her body shuddering with pleasure as waves of ecstasy rippled through her. Once her trembling subsided, she gave his softening cock a few more strokes, coaxing out every last drop of sperm, before slipping him out of her mouth.

As they both paused to catch their breath, Travis extended a hand to help her to her feet, a warm smile lighting up his handsome face. "What a way to start my mornin'," he remarked, tucking himself back into his coveralls and zipping up. "I best be heading to the shop and get y’all’s car ready,” he declared moving past Lila and opening the door. Stepping out into the morning light, he turned back to address her, chuckling. “If you make Joe cum like that, I might not have to pay for parts the rest of the year.”

After closing the door, Lila flung her suitcase onto the bed and swiftly unzipped it. A wave of relief enveloped her as she glimpsed her familiar belongings nestled inside. She retrieved her toiletry and cosmetic bags and stepped into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and running a brush through her hair, she applied a touch of makeup: a soft line of eyeliner, a dusting of eye shadow, and coral lipstick that brought a hint of color to her lips, feeling a renewed sense of normality. Returning to the bedroom, she sifted through her neatly folded clothes with a sense of comfort, the touch of the familiar fabrics reassuring. Despite the temptation to change into her own clothes, she knew she was just going to be removing whatever she was wearing shortly, so she left on the sundress Dale had given her. Closing the suitcase, she tucked it into the small closet just as there was a gentle yet insistent knock on the door, soft enough to be polite yet firm enough to demand attention.

Taking a deep breath, Lila crossed the room and opened the door. Standing before her was an enormous man, easily three hundred pounds, with thinning hair combed over a balding scalp. His short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt strained against his girth, revealing stains under his arms despite the early hour. He carried a green duffel bag, its sides bulging out in uneven lumps, suggesting a haphazardly packed array of items within. His face was flushed and ruddy, jowls quivering as he smiled at her.

"Well, hello there," he wheezed, his breathing labored from the short walk across the parking lot. "You must be Lila. Travis said you'd be expecting me." His small, beady eyes traveled over her body appraisingly.

"That's me," Lila confirmed, forcing a smile as she stepped back, inviting him into the room. "Come on in, Joe."

Joe lumbered inside, the floorboards creaking in protest beneath his weight. The smell of cheap cologne followed him in, making Lila's nostrils flare slightly. His breathing was shallow, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the struggling air conditioning maintaining a comfortable temperature.

"Travis tells me you need some parts for your Civic," Joe said, his voice gaspy as he lowered himself onto the bed, setting the duffel by his feet. The worn springs groaned ominously under his bulk. "Got 'em in my truck outside. Top quality factory ones too, not those cheap Chinese knockoffs." His face lit up with a broad, beaming smile, pride evident in his eyes, as if to assure her that he had no intention of ‘screwing’ her over with subpar parts.

"I really appreciate you bringing them," Lila replied, closing the door and leaning awkwardly against it, her eyes flicking nervously down to the bag and then back up to his face. "Uh, Travis mentioned you and I could work out… an arrangement." Her voice trailed off, the words hanging in the air like a tentative promise.

Joe's small eyes brightened, a lecherous look rapidly crossing his flushed face. "That's right, honey. Now, why don’t you let me see what I’m trading for,” he said, wagging a sausage-like finger at her clothing.

Lila moved to stand in front of the bed, her hands finding the hem of her sundress. She hesitated for just a moment, then slowly lifted it over her head, revealing her naked body. Joe's eyes widened as they took in her full breasts, bald pussy and the smooth curve of her hips, his breathing becoming even more labored.

"Sweet Jesus," he panted, mopping sweat from his brow with a handkerchief he pulled from his shirt pocket. "Travis wasn't lyin' when he said you’d be worth the cost of them parts."

Lila stood before him, her heart pounding as she fought the unbearable urge to cover herself from his hungry gaze that was devouring every inch of her exposed skin. Her eyes darted worriedly once more to the bulging bag on the floor at his feet.

Joe noticed where she was looking, a sly smirk crossing his features, "Brought some things along, figured we could make our time together more… interesting." His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached down and unzipped the duffel with a flourish. Inside was an assortment of sex toys, lube, a leather harness, and what appeared to be some type of paddle.

Lila's eyes widened as she took in the contents, her pulse quickening with a combination of slight fear and unwanted arousal. "I… I don't know. Travis never said anything about all that," she stammered, taking a small step backward.

"Now don't you worry none, little lady," Joe chuckled, as he leaned forward with some effort, rummaging through the crumpled bag at his feet. "This stuff’s just for a bit of fun.” He pulled out a pink silicone dildo, holding it up for her inspection. Except for its bright neon hue, it was uncannily realistic, featuring a bulbous head, a veiny shaft and a set of testicles at the base. "This here's my wife's favorite. She don't know I borrowed it," he said with a wink, extending the phallus towards her. “I wanna watch you get yourself off.”

Lila's hands shook slightly as she reached out to take the toy cock from Joe. It was surprisingly heavy, the material soft yet firm in her grasp, a contradiction of sensations. She hesitated, glancing between the dildo and Joe's expectant expression, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Go on," Joe urged, his voice a blend of command and encouragement, the bed springs groaning in protest as he shifted his substantial weight. "Give me a good show. Fuck that pretty little pussy of yours."

Lila swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. This wasn't the blowjob or straightforward sex she'd been expecting—yet somehow, performing for him seemed more intimate, more degrading. A part of her, a part she was increasingly unable to deny, felt a flicker of excitement at the prospect.

She moved to the chair by the window, her bottom near the front edge of the chair, her back pressed against the worn fabric of the backrest, positioning herself so Joe could see everything. Her legs parted slowly, revealing her pink folds, already glistening with moisture despite her conflicted feelings. Joe's eyes fixed on her exposed sex, his breath coming in short, eager pants.

"That's it, sugar," he rasped, his meaty hand moving to his crotch. “Fuck yourself. Don't be shy now."

Lila brought the dildo to her lips, maintaining eye contact with Joe as she ran her tongue along its length, before slipping it into her mouth, coating it with saliva. His eyes widened with excitement, a restless energy coursing through him, rubbing himself in anticipation. She trailed the toy down, tentatively running the smooth head along her slit, coating it with her slickness. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine she was alone as she slowly pushed the false dick deep into her pussy. She gasped at the intrusion, the toy delightfully stretching her, filling her completely. She began to move it in and out, her body responding automatically to the stimulation.

"Look at me, baby girl," Joe commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Let me see those beautiful brown eyes."

Lila's eyes fluttered open, meeting his lust-filled gaze as she increased her pace, masturbating for this stranger. The neon-pink dildo, slick and glossy with her essence, plunged in and out of her sopping cunt, each thrust accompanied by obscene squelching sounds. The air, heavily perfumed with the earthy, musky scent of her pussy, enveloped them both. The sunlight filtering through the cracked blinds cast a golden hue on her skin, highlighting the curves and contours of her body as she penetrated herself with increasing urgency.

Lila moaned, her free hand moving to her breast, pinching and rolling the erect nipple between her fingers. The sight of Joe watching her so intently, his face contorted with yearning, was stirring something inside her. She was completely aroused at the idea of this repulsive man getting off on her.

"You like watching me fuck myself?" Lila purred, her inhibitions melting away as lust took hold. “Like seeing me pound my tight little snatch?” She spread her legs wider, angling her hips to give him a better view as she plunged the dildo deeper into her dripping pussy.

"Jesus Christ," Joe wheezed, standing up and fumbling with his belt, his gaze never leaving the scene playing out before him. His pudgy fingers worked frantically to undo his pants, the fabric dropping to the floor and pooling around his feet. He yanked down his comically big white briefs to mid-thigh freeing his surprisingly large cock that stood erect against his enormous belly. He began to stroke himself as he watched her performance. "Fuck yeah, abuse that pussy," Joe whispered, his voice strained as a trickle of perspiration rolled down the side of his face. "Harder… Faster."

Lila increased her pace, ramming the dildo into herself with renewed vigor, her wrist aching from the effort of repeatedly pumping the silicone invader in and out of her clenching channel. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through her sweat-sheened body, building toward an inevitable crescendo. Her back arched off the chair, her toes curling as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she approached her peak.

Joe's heavy breathing filled the room as he pumped his cock faster, watching Lila writhe in the chair. "Yeah baby, cum for daddy," he grunted, his face now a deep shade of red from exertion.

Lila's climax hit her like an avalanche, her body convulsing as tremors of pleasure cascaded over her. She screamed, her pussy clenching around the dildo as her juices flowed freely, coating the toy and her inner thighs. She clamped her eyes shut tight, her lips mumbling incoherent words, as the intense orgasm consumed her completely.

As her trembling subsided, Joe finished removing his clothing before moving closer, his massive nude body casting a shadow over her. "My turn now, sugar," he stated, reaching down and pulling out the slick dildo from her still-quivering pussy. The toy came out with a wet pop, drenched with her essence.

The moment she dreaded since she first opened the door to Joe was about to happen. She was going to have to endure the unpleasant ordeal of being humped by this sweaty, whale of a man. The thought of it filled her with revulsion, a churning unease that twisted her insides and made her skin crawl.

Joe set the pink cock down on the bed and reached into the duffel to remove a leather harness with gleaming stainless steel rings and buckles. He slid the dildo through a hole in the stiff leather panel and handed her the apparatus. "Put this on," he commanded.

Lila stared at what she was given, realization hitting her like a lightning bolt. He wasn’t going to fuck her, he expected her to fuck him.

“Come on,” he said impatiently, pulling a half empty bottle of lube out of the bag and bending over the bed resting his head on his crossed arms.

Lila's legs felt like jelly as she stood, her hands trembling as she stepped into the harness. The leather straps were surprisingly well-crafted, adjusting to fit snugly around her slender hips and thighs. The pink dildo jutted obscenely from her pelvis, bobbing slightly as she moved. She'd never worn a strap-on before, and the weight of having a cock felt foreign to her.

Joe's massive form was bent over the sagging mattress, his pale, dimpled flesh spread before her like a moonscape of fat rolls and creases. He reached back with one hand, squirting a generous amount of lube into his crack then handed Lila the bottle. “Grease that cock up good before you shove it in,” he grunted before putting his head back down. His fleshy bottom quivered as he spread his butt cheeks apart, revealing his puckered, brown hole.

Lila's stomach churned at the sight, but she forced herself to move into position behind his enormous frame. The bottle of lube felt cool in her hand as she squeezed an abundant amount onto the pink silicone shaft. Joe's breathing grew more labored with anticipation, small whimpers escaping his throat.

"Don't be gentle," he panted, his voice muffled by the bedspread. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Lila ran her hand up and down the veiny shaft thoroughly coating it with the slick substance, then guided the tip to his rectum. The rounded head pressed against his anus, and she felt him tense, awaiting penetration. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to detach herself from the surreal situation, before placing her hands on his doughy hips and slowly thrusting forward.

"Oh… lord," Joe called out as the bulbous knob breached his sphincter, his ass clenching around the intrusion.

Lila pushed deeper, watching with morbid fascination as the pink phallus disappeared into Joe's enormous butt. Joe moaned as she established a steady rhythm, pulling back until just the tip remained inside before plunging forward again.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Joe demanded, his voice a strangled plea. "Fuck me like you hate me!"

Something inside Lila snapped. The accumulated frustration of her situation—stranded, used, humiliated—coalesced into a surge of aggression. She gripped his fleshy hips with bruising force and slammed the dildo into him with savage intensity, eliciting a howl from him that was part pain, part ecstasy.

"You like that, you fat fuck?" she hissed, surprised by the venom in her own voice. She raised her hand and brought it down hard on his right ass cheek, watching the flesh ripple from the impact. "This what you want? To be fucked like a cheap whore? Have my cock slamming into your fat ass?" She established a punishing rhythm, the sound of her pelvis smacking against his blubbery bottom reverberating off the walls of the small motel room. A strange memory flashed in her mind of watching an ‘ancient’ movie with her friend Daphne. “I bet you can squeal like a pig. Squeal now. Squeal!”

"Weeeeee!" Joe wailed, his voice piercing like a squealing piglet. “Weeeeeeeeee!” His face was pressed into the mattress, drool pooling beneath his open mouth. His entire body quivered with each brutal impact, fat rippling in waves across his back and sides. He reached beneath his massive belly to stroke his leaking cock. "Oh Jesus… oh fuck… don't stop!" he panted, his face a bright shade of red, veins bulging and pulsing in his forehead.

Despite the brutality of what she was doing, the combination of the silicone toy repeatedly pressing against her pussy and her tits flopping with each thrust, sent unexpected tingling coursing through Lila's body, her own arousal building as she pounded into him mercilessly.

"Take it, bitch," she growled, delivering a series of stinging slaps to his quivering ass. "Yeah, that’s what you are, you’re my bitch.”

Joe's breathing became increasingly labored, his massive form shuddering beneath her, his hand frantically working his cock. "Oh god, I'm gonna…" His words dissolved into a guttural groan as his body convulsed violently. His asshole clenched rhythmically around the dildo, his cock spurting thick ropes of pearly white, thick cum onto the already stained carpet between his feet. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, his enormous body trembling with each pulse.

Then, abruptly, Joe's massive figure slumped forward onto the bed, the springs protesting loudly under his weight. His forward momentum caused the dildo to slip free of his ass with a wet squish and Lila to stumble slightly backwards, attempting to regain her balance. She stood there panting, her chest heaving, the pink strap-on cock bobbing up and down with each breath as she stared at Joe’s whimpering form sprawled across the bed, a sheen of sweat glistening over his pale, bloated flesh.

"Holy shit," Joe panted, his voice muffled by the mattress. "That… was… incredible," he wheezed between labored breaths. With considerable effort, he rolled over onto his back, his face flushed, his spent, softening cock oozing fluid onto the bedspread.

Lila stood frozen, staring at the enormous, quivering mass of flesh. A strange mixture of disgust and satisfaction swirled within her. She'd just fucked a man—a repulsive, sweaty man—in the ass, and somehow, it had been empowering. Her hands trembled slightly as she began unfastening the buckles of the harness, the leather sticky against her sweat damped skin. She tossed the strap-on onto the open duffel bag on the floor and took a seat in the worn chair.

"Are we… finished?" she asked, her voice steadier than she expected after what she had just done. "Will you give the parts to Travis now?”

Joe nodded weakly, still catching his breath as he slowly hauled himself upright on the bed. "Yeah, darlin', we got ourselves a deal," he huffed, picking up his colorful shirt and wiping sweat from his brow. "That was… worth every penny of them parts." He chuckled breathlessly as he struggled to pull the stained fabric over his bulk, chunky fingers fumbling with the buttons.

Lila remained seated in the chair, watching him dress with considerable effort. She felt oddly detached from what had just occurred, as if she were observing someone else's life. The anger that had fueled her aggression was already fading, leaving behind a hollow emptiness.

"Parts are in my truck," Joe said, gathering his belongings and stuffing them back into the duffel bag. The pink dildo disappearing among the other objects, still slick with lube and evidence of their encounter. "I'll drop 'em off to Travis." He paused at the door, looking back at her naked body with something that might have been gratitude mixed with lingering lust. "Best fuck I ever had,” he mumbled, opening the door and stepping out into the sunlight.

The door closed and Lila was alone in the room, the air still thick with the scent of sex and cheap cologne. She could hear his heavy footsteps on the concrete walkway and the gravel lot, followed by the sound of a vehicle door slamming. Through the blinds, she watched his delivery truck with the colorful logo of ‘Jumbo Joe’s Auto Supply’ plastered on the side pull away, kicking up a cloud of dust as it headed down the road.

Lila grabbed the towel from the bathroom and mopped up the pool of cum on the carpet next to the bed and dabbed at the newest stain on the bedspread. With a sigh, she tossed the towel onto the bathroom floor, where it joined the heap of clothes she had worn yesterday, now stiff and crusty with dried semen. She picked up the sundress from its crumpled state on the bedroom floor and slipped it back over her head. After slipping on her shoes, she headed to the office, hoping to find Dale and request a couple more towels so she could take a shower.

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