This story features rough language and even rougher play. Proceed with caution ;)
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I hate that fucking town. I hate my drunk parents and their constant nagging for me to make more money so that they can continue to collect welfare and fuel their alcohol addiction. I'm only 18 and just graduated high school. I should be looking forward to college, not working at a dead end job at a stupid fast food joint. I hate my stupid ex-boyfriend, always playing his videos games and not paying attention to me.
That is how I found myself on this deserted strip of road leading me to Lincolnshire. A friend from high school told me that there was a waitressing gig waiting for me here.
I'd gathered whatever meager cash I could collect from the house and bought a bus ticket that would take me closest to my destination. The bus dropped me off in Davenport, five hundred miles away. I'd hitchhiked to Derby, about forty miles out. I've been walking ever since.
I bathed in a rest stop restroom earlier today and the experience was uncomfortable. I didn't care. I don't care that the waitress job won't afford me my own place. I would rent a room in a boarding house or find someone looking for a roommate on Craigslist. I just need to get to my destination.
Cars pass me over and over, ignoring my outstretched thumb. I'm beginning to give up hope when a dark blue windowless van pulls up.
"Hey girlie," the driver say. He was in his late twenties or early thirties with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. "Where you heading to?"
"I'm going to Lincolnshire," I say, hopeful.
His eyes trail down the length of my slender body. "I'm passing through there. What are you willing to trade?" he asks, his meaning clear.
He probably wanted me to suck his cock or give him a quick fuck. I'm okay with that, as long as it got me to where I need to go. It was a small price to pay.
I flip my long blonde locks and look at him straight in the eyes. "Anything you want."
"Cool shit," his says with a mischievous grin.
The van door slides open and two guys with dark hair peered out at me. That's where the similarities end. One of the guys was two donuts away from being considered fat, with blue eyes and probably in his late thirties. The other is thinner, though not skinny, with brown eyes. I placed him in his early twenties.
"Hey, I'm Devin," the larger guy says. "This here is Jace, and my buddy at the driver's seat is Mike.
I walk over and climb into the van. "My name is Lara," I say. Devin and Jace looked at me hungrily. Apparently they wanted their cocks sucked too.
"You know this ride ain't free," Jace says. "What you gonna give us?"
I roll my eyes. Sucking three cocks? More than I planned for but worth it all the same.
"I'll suck your cocks," I say, pushing my blonde hair out of my face.
Devin and Jace look at each other. "Lincolnshire is over thirty miles from here, I think it's worth more than a blow job." Jace says.
"I never had me a girlie a pretty as you," Devin sneers. "How about you fuck me and we call it even?"
Fuck only Devin and get my ride? I look at his pudgy frame and decide that he probably wouldn't last long anyway.
"Fine," I say begrudgingly.
Jace's hands grip my shoulder and push me down the the van floor.
"Mmm, you're so fucking hot, I bet you have the tightest little pussy. I'm gonna enjoy giving it to you good." Devin growls.
Yeah right, I think to myself, imagining him giving me four or five pumps before he blowing his wad.
Jace holds my arms down while Devin pulls my shirt up. A part of me wants to protest. I don't even know these guys and I'm a little scared they'll really hurt me.
I'm not wearing a bra, so there is nothing to stop Devin from taking the creamy white mounds of my breasts in both of his hands.
