Earl tucked himself back into his pants and opened the driver's door. "Alright, let's see what we dealin' with," he said matter-of-factly, unperturbed that he just brutally face fucked Lila.
He and Travis climbed out of the cab and made their way to the car, while Lila stayed in the truck, wiping cum from her mouth and chin on her t-shirt before pulling it back down over her breasts. She rolled down the window so she could hear them and watched the reflection of the two men through the sideview mirror. Travis popped the hood and was looking over the engine as Earl undid some chains and pulled some levers on the tow truck to prepare to hook up the car.
"Gussin’ the alternator's shot," she heard Travis call out, straightening up and wiping his hands on a rag he pulled from his back pocket. "Looks like serpentine belt's frayed too. Gonna need to order parts."
Lila's heart sank. More repairs meant more time in this godforsaken town, and more time meant more "payments" to these men. She stuck her head out the window and called back. "How long will it take to fix?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Travis turned to face her rubbing his chin, considering. "Couple days if Joe has them foreign parts in stock. Course he gonna need to get paid for them parts."
"Of course he will,” Lila responded sarcastically, before pulling her head back inside the cab. “Great, another redneck I’ll have to fuck,” she muttered to herself.
Travis slammed the hood of the Civic shut with a resounding thud, before he and Earl busied themselves with the task of hooking the vehicle to the back of the tow truck—the poorly serviced hydraulic system sputtered and clunked, struggling to lift the front end of the car. As the machinery worked, Travis approached the passenger door, his lopsided grin unable to fully conceal the glint of desire in his pale blue eyes. "How ‘bout you sit on my lap on the way back, darlin'?" he drawled, his voice dripping with suggestion.
The subtext was clear and Lila knew that neither of them would be wearing pants for the return trip. She reluctantly slid across the well-worn bench seat and watched as Travis shrugged off his grease-smeared coveralls before climbing in beside her. Even though she didn’t want to, her eyes were drawn to his crotch, seeing his impressive erection, longer than Earl's but not as girthy. Without being asked, she lifted her butt off the seat and wiggled out of the tiny denim shorts, tossing them onto the floorboard. She bit her lip, a wave of arousal washing over her. She hated how her body betrayed her, how wet she was getting just by seeing his hard cock.
"Come here, sugar," he said, patting his muscular legs invitingly.
Lila positioned herself between his thighs, her hands gripping the dashboard for balance. She reached between her legs grasping his hard shaft, aligning it with her slick, pulsating entrance. Exhaling, she slowly lowered herself onto him, gasping as he stretched her open. He felt incredible inside her, his throbbing cock filling her completely as she settled into his lap.
Travis groaned, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Earl climbed back into the driver's seat and smirked as he glanced over at them. "Fuck her good," he sneered, putting the truck in gear and stomping on the accelerator, the tow truck jerkily lurching forward onto the road, Civic trailing behind.
Lila stared out the front windshield at the desolate landscape spread out before them. She held onto the dashboard and tried to remain still, but the constant motion of the vehicle made it impossible. Each pothole and rut in the asphalt caused her to bounce on Travis's lap, his cock sliding in and out of her slippery cunt with delicious friction, every jolt sending a shock of pleasure through her core. Her breath came in short gasps as she tried to maintain her composure, but her body had other ideas. She found her hips beginning to move in rhythm with the truck's motion, grinding down onto his rigid shaft. The shame of her arousal only seemed to intensify the pleasure, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily. "Oh god," she whimpered, her head dropping down between her arms.
"That's it, baby," Travis groaned, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Ride my cock like the dirty whore you are."
The truck hit a particularly deep pothole, sending Lila bouncing hard on Travis's lap. She cried out as he drove deeper into her, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.
"Goddamn, you got a nice pussy," Travis exclaimed, his hands pushing up her shirt to expose her breasts, then moving back down to grip her hips. Earl glanced over appreciatively at the sight of her flopping tits, rubbing himself through his pants as the truck continued its bumpy journey back to town.
Lila felt herself losing control, the combination of the truck's constant motion and vibration along with Travis's big cock filling her up was driving her toward an orgasm she desperately wanted to resist but couldn't. Her breathing became more ragged, small grunts escaping her throat with each bounce. "Ohmygod, I’mgonnacum, I’mgonnacum,” she whimpered, the pressure rapidly building up inside her ready to erupt.
Travis felt her pussy tightening around him, her walls fluttering as she approached her climax. "Yeah, cum on my cock you slut," he growled, gripping her hips tightly and forcing her to bounce harder on his throbbing shaft.
The coil of tension in Lila's core finally snapped, and she screamed as the ecstasy ripped through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Travis's cock, her juices flowing freely down his shaft and trickling over his balls as the powerful orgasm consumed her. Her vision faded at the edges as she convulsed on his lap, completely lost to the overwhelming sensations. She collapsed forward against the dashboard, gasping for air as the aftershocks rippled through her trembling body.
Travis had a firm grip on her supple hips holding her tightly against him, his aching cock still buried deep inside her. He waited for her to recover slightly before he initiated a steady rhythm of effortlessly lifting her and guiding her back down, using her like a fuck toy. Her drenched pussy, still fluttering and pulsing from her previous climax, glided smoothly along his rigid shaft. As the truck approached the outskirts of Pleasure Oak, the setting sun painting the sky with hues of fiery orange and cotton candy pink, Lila lifted her head off the dash and resumed riding him, chasing another orgasm.
Earl maneuvered the tow truck and the attached broken down Civic, off the road into the parking lot in front of the motel, the engine rumbling as he shifted the transmission into park. He turned to watch the couple fuck next to him, continuing to rub and squeeze his member, a dark stain of leaking precum slowly growing across the leg of his pants.
Hearing the crunching of the gravel as the truck pulled up, Dale came out of the office and strode over the passenger side of the vehicle. He watched through the window as Lila's bare breasts bounced wildly, her hips grinding down onto Travis's cock with desperate urgency. A lecherous grin spread across his weathered face as he lit another cigarette, taking a long drag while enjoying the show.
"Hey boy, how’s that pussy?" Dale asked, exhaling thick plumes of smoke through his nostrils.
Travis grunted, his breathing growing labored and his grip tightening on Lila's waist as he felt his own climax building. "Fucking… perfect,” he panted, his hips lunging upward to meet her downward motion. With a strangled groan, he thrust deep and held Lila down on his lap as his cock pulsed inside her, injecting her womb with hot, sticky semen. She mewled frustrated, so close to her own orgasm, as she felt him twitching within her, his cum mixing with her own wetness.
Travis was spent, his hands slipping from her hips and dropping to his sides. Lila, however, was consumed by an urgent need to cum. She licked her fingers and began furiously rubbing her swollen clit, feeling Travis’s member slowly softening inside her.
"Damn, this bitch can’t get enough," Earl chuckled, continuing to squeeze his own straining erection, watching Lila unabashedly masturbate in front of the three men, determined to get herself off.
Being watched by these men only amplified Lila's heightened state of excitability. She was acutely aware of the twisted kind of arousal coursing through her body as she edged closer to climax. Her hips ground hard against Travis's lap, her breath coming in short gasps, while her fingers moved in a blur, frantically rubbing her pussy. She threw her head back and with one final, drawn-out moan, she shuddered and bucked, Travis’s soft cock slipping out as a torrent of her essence gushed from her, splattering the dashboard and windshield. As her climax subsided, Lila’s sweaty form collapsed back against Travis’s broad chest, panting and trembling with exhaustion.
Dale took a long drag of his cigarette, the red ember glowing bright in the dimming light. "Well, I'll be," he exclaimed with a satisfied grin, smoke curling lazily from his lips. "Ain’t never seen a girl squirt like that before, ‘cept in porn."
As the fog of lust lifted, the reality of what Lila had just done hit her, causing her cheeks to flush deep crimson. She yanked down her shirt, desperate to cover her exposed breasts, and frantically reached for her discarded denim shorts, lying crumpled on the dusty floorboard. She struggling to pull them on as the guys watched with amusement, their raucous laughter filling the cab.
"No need to be shy now, darlin’," Earl snickered, his voice dripping with mockery, as Lila fumbled awkwardly with the truck door. Her heart raced as she hopped out of the vehicle, stumbling slightly on the loose gravel and bolted towards her room, tears of embarrassment streaming down her face.
Lila entered her room and slammed the door behind her, leaning against it as her chest heaved with exertion and shame, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm she'd experienced while three rednecks watched. The mix of humiliation and lingering pleasure confused her. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she whispered to the empty room.
Outside, she could hear the men laughing, their crude jokes and comments about her performance carrying through the thin walls. She heard Dale say “See ya,” and the rattling of the tow truck as pulled away, presumably, taking her car to the shop.
Lila slid down the door, her back pressed against the worn wood, and settled onto the stained carpet. She pulled her knees tightly to her chest, her body trembling with each sob that escaped. She sat there for what felt like an eternity, wallowing in deep self-pity, the dimming light of the day filtering through the window blinds and casting shadows around her. Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, she pushed herself up, snatched the towel from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. She avoided looking at the mirror as she stripped off the skimpy, cum-stained clothes and stepped into the shower. The lukewarm water did little to wash away her shame, but at least it removed the physical evidence of her depravity. When the water eventually ran cold, she climbed out of the shower and toweled off. She hesitated to glance at the mirror, torn by the fear of facing a reflection that may reveal someone she didn’t want to be—a sex-craved slut who thoroughly enjoyed being used like a whore.
A sudden, sharp rap at the door jolted her from her musings, causing her to to jump in surprise.
"Yes," she called out, clutching the small, threadbare towel tightly against herself and making her way across the small motel room towards the door.
She heard Dale's voice seep through the door, a smooth, almost casual tone. "Thought y’all might be hungry."
Lila hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. Was this going to be another humiliation? When she opened the door, was Dale going to be standing there stroking his cock, telling her that dinner was served? Her stomach grumbled insistently, a stark reminder that the only things she had consumed since breakfast were a swig of ol’ Johnny’s moonshine and Earl’s cum.
She cautiously opened the door a crack, trying to shield herself as much as possible with the minuscule towel. Rather than push open the door and barge into the room as she expected, Dale was just standing there holding a McDonald's bag in one hand and a drink cup glistening with condensation in the other. Even more surprising, it appeared that he had a some type of flower-print garment draped over his shoulder.
Lila opened the door a little wider. “I fetched ya some grub,” he offered, extending the fast food bag and cup towards her, the slight smell of whiskey on his breath.
Reaching out hesitantly, maintaining her grip on the towel, Lila took the grease spotted bag and set it on the small round table located below the window before retrieving the drink and setting it next to the bag. "Thanks," she murmured cautiously, not knowing what to make of his unexpected kindness.
"Also, found ya somethin’ else to wear," Dale said, pulling the article off his shoulder and holding it out for her. "My daughter left it behind when my ex took off with her,” he explained, a touch of bitterness in his tone. “Sorry, I ain’t got no panties or bra, she didn’t leave any of them.”
Lila reached out and took the offered item—a modest sundress with faded yellow daisies scattered across a light blue background. It wasn't stylish by any means, but it was far better than the revealing, now cum-soaked outfit she'd been wearing earlier. “No, this will be fine. I appreciate it,” she said, genuinely thankful.
Dale lingered in the doorway, his eyes traveling over her damp hair and bare shoulders before settling on her face. There was something different in his gaze now—not the raw lust from earlier, but something sadder, lonelier, more complex. "Earl dropped your car at the garage and Travis says he'll git to it first thing tomorrow." He pulled out his smokes and lit one up. “Best be eatin’ ‘for it gets cold,” he said, nodding towards the bag of food on the table before turning and heading towards the office.
Lila slowly closed the door and stared at it, puzzled by Dale's unanticipated thoughtfulness. She'd expected that he would want to fuck her as payment for the room, clothes and food, yet he'd simply walked away. She carefully laid the sundress on the bed and placed the towel down on the worn cushion of the chair before taking a seat. The savory aroma wafting out of the McDonald's bag when she opened it, made her mouth water and her stomach growl fiercely.
Inside the sack was a Big Mac, large fries, packets of ketchup and several napkins. She opened the flimsy cardboard box containing the burger and took a ravenous bite, moaning with satisfaction as the flavors hit her taste buds. Between bites of the messy burger and shoving ketchup coated fries into her mouth, she sipped the ice-cold Coke, its fizzy sweetness refreshing. The food was exactly what she needed—greasy, filling comfort that momentarily distracted her from everything.
After finishing her meal and washing her hands, she slipped on the sundress. It fit surprisingly well, the loose fabric falling just below her knees. The cotton was soft against her bare skin, and for the first time since her car broke down, she felt somewhat decent. She went to the bathroom mirror and ran her fingers through her almost dry hair, and smiled at her reflection, despite all the tribulations of her day.
Lila gathered up the remnants of her meal and went outside to deposit them in a trash receptacle she had noticed earlier next to the office. As she discarded the waste, she caught sight of Dale through the office window. He was seated behind the counter, taking swigs of Jack Daniels straight from the bottle. His attention was fixed to his phone, which displayed a series of images Lila assumed were of his daughter. She lingered there for a moment, captivated by the scene. Dale's face was etched with a deep melancholy, his brows furrowed and lips moving in a whispered dialogue with the screen, lost in his thoughts and memories.
Lila made her way back to her room, quietly closing the door, thinking about what she had just witnessed. She sat on the edge of the sagging bed, her mind churning with conflicting emotions. The day had been a whirlwind of depravity and desperation, yet now she found herself thinking about Dale's broken expression as he scrolled through those photos. There was something achingly familiar about that look of loss, it reminded her of how her father used to stare, forlorn and lost, at pictures of her mother after she died. Those moments were etched in Lila’s memory, tender and raw, from when she was just eight years old, trying to console her grief-stricken father. A sudden wave of emotion welled up inside her, causing her eyes to glisten with unshed tears. She blinked rapidly, trying to keep them at bay, but a singular tear escaped, tracing a delicate path down her cheek before she quickly brushed it away.
Lila pondered going back to the office to comfort Dale, but between the trauma of Johnny's death, the stress of her situation, and the intense sexual encounters, she was exhausted. Rising from the bed, she slipped out of the sundress and hung it neatly on the lone wire hanger that dangled in the tiny closet. With a weary yawn, she 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 ancient air conditioning unit located underneath the window wheeze and rattle.
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