Chapter 3

Earl 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.