Group Sex at the Gas Station with a Rediscovery of the Self
Sometimes to reach the impermeable depths of your own mind, you need to resort to the unthinkable
Suddenly she tore a red warning light and took a break from her thoughts. Damn it, once again she had forgotten to refuel in time, and right now she was somewhere in the middle of nowhere between the big city and her villa. Today, of all days, she wanted to avoid the construction site and the associated traffic jam on the highway on the way home.
Thank goodness the navigation system indicated a gas station coming soon. On arrival, she found it had no 24-hour service. The lights were still on in the small shop where two men could be seen closing the accounts for the evening. The petrol pump was pitch dark. She looked into her wallet. There was almost € 1,000 in cash. That would have to be enough if a woman asked to come and turn on the pumps again.
She got out of the car and then bent down again to take out her handbag and put her bolero jacket in it. When she straightened up and smoothed her knee-length off-the-shoulder pink cocktail dress and turned around, she noticed the two men in the bright salesroom at the counter. The two guiltily averted their gaze.
They must have been staring at her bum, which she held up as soon as she stooped. Zaria was a free, independent woman and was proud to attract other men even at 53. She looked at the shop and made a pleading gesture by pointing to the gas pump.
A warm breeze drove briefly under the dress and lifted it just so far that you could briefly see the lace on her white hold-up silk stockings. Sighing briefly, she stumbled on her pink-colored pumps with pointed 8cm heels.
The faces of the two men turned to her as she entered and the bell over the door rang softly. The air in the room was stuffy and smelled of gasoline and window cleaner mixed together. Behind the counter was probably the gas station attendant, a young man who didn’t look bad at all, maybe in his early twenties with shoulder-length blond hair and a red T-shirt with the gas station logo on his chest.
In front of the counter sat a tall guy on a bar stool with a beer can in his hand, cowboy boots, jeans, and a checked shirt on. A black three-day beard gave him a slightly daring look. His already somewhat thinning hair made him look as if he was in his mid or late forties.
Zaria enjoyed how the two eyes looked her up and down. She paused briefly to give them the opportunity to see everything carefully. The older ones in particular seemed to not take his eyes off her. She indicated a smile and winked at both of them, as she moved her luscious pink lips and whispered, “Good evening”.
“Can I use your washroom, please?” She asked, “and then get a big cup of coffee? And would you please turn on the pumps again, I urgently need petrol? There would also be an extra remuneration. ”
She put on her most seductive grin coupled with the sexiest voice.
“Yes, of course,” replied the younger one and pointed past a stack of engine oil to the back of the room, “right there on the right.”
Zaria walked past the two of them. She blushed as she could almost physically feel the looks of the two men on her slightly swaying hips. Immediately before leaving the room, she turned her head again and nodded thanks to the gas station attendant. She was already looking forward to the coffee. It would keep her awake for the rest of the journey. One of the men must already be out to help her. She knew how men react when a very attractive woman asked for help and promised extra money.
The door the gas station attendant had shown her led into a small, narrow room, almost just a hallway, on the right side of which there was a couch with a first aid kit hanging on the wall. The calendar of an oil company next to it hadn’t been turned in two months. A neon tube gave off unnatural white light. Opposite were two doors with labels labeled “WC” and “Shower, only for truck drivers”.
What a shame, a hot shower, that wouldn’t be bad either. Or better still, a nice, sparkling bubble bath at home. When she came out of the surprisingly clean washroom, to her surprise the man in his mid-forties was sitting with dangling legs on the couch and the young gas station attendant was leaning in the door frame of the salesroom, grinning embarrassedly.
“Yes?” Zaria hoped that you couldn’t hear the uncertainty in her voice.
“You’re a hot kitten,” replied the older one, “so we thought you wouldn’t mind a little chat with either of us — or both. Instead of just giving us money.”
“Really!” Zaria froze and her words sounded pointed and slightly over the top.
“Come on! You would definitely like it too”, came the reply. The cowboy’s voice took on an aggressive undertone. The younger man, on the other hand, looked rather shy and insecure.
“Then let’s see what you can do”, said Zaria.
Grinning lustfully, the cowboy opened his pants with his free hand and took out his cock. Then he cupped Zaria’s shoulders with both hands and pushed her down until she knelt in front of him. The request was clear even without words.
Apparently, he was a man who was aroused when women were violent because his tail was already rock hard and his glans glowed plump. A red light fell into Zaria’s face. At least her nose reported that he seemed to wash regularly, which made it easier for her to do what he asked.
Obediently she stuck out her tongue and licked the tail all around until it glistened wetly. She opened her mouth to a big ‘O’ and pushed her lips over the hard boning. The strong hands that clasped her shoulders like vices made it abundantly clear to her that she had no chance of escaping until they both had the time of their lives.
Concentrated, she licked the sensitive underside of his penis with her tongue, while her lips remained tightly closed around the shaft while sliding back and forth in order to maintain a negative pressure through the constant suction.
She was pretty good at what she was doing because the cowboy was starting to moan to the rhythm of her movements, pressing his abdomen against her.
“Crawl‘ my balls!” he managed to utter between the moans. Zaria obeyed without giving up the effort with her mouth and tongue. His loud and violent wheezing showed that she met his expectations and barely a minute later he clutched her hair with his hands, hammered his throbbing cock three more times into her throat, and then sprayed heavily into her.
Zaria tried to swallow as much as possible of the viscous liquid that filled her oral cavity, but could not prevent most of the second and third loads from oozing out of the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her cleavage and dress.
Grunting in satisfaction, the man withdrew. Without the support of his hands, she gasped for breath, fell to the side, spat, and choked, until she had the feeling that her mouth and throat were free again. She didn’t really get a real chance to breathe.
“Zaria tensed up as her second tormentor approached but this time, she looked forward to the show. He pushed her to the wall, undid the zipper of her dress until It promptly fell to the ground. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra today, she was only dressed in her classy, shiny white panties and her holdups. He pushed her upper body forward until she was propped up on the bed.
She heard the zipper being zipped, broad fingers pushed the expensive material to the side and then a hard club was squeezed between her legs from behind. He had no trouble finding the right position and pushed forward relentlessly. Zaria tensed as his cork pressed against her cunt.
She screamed outraged when a flat hand clapped her backside. A second blow on the same spot made her skin burn like fire. She was really afraid of the pain ahead. She screwed her eyes shut and held her breath. They were wet as the fat boner recklessly entered her unprepared cunt. She went far into the hollow back, groaned in agony. But after the first painful thrusts, he slipped with increasing ease into the crevice that had become slippery to her own horror.
Zaria felt her abdomen tingling unintentionally, she suppressed a lustful moan and wondered why she was aroused at this forceful greed for lust. Her body answered with an unequivocal yes as she slumped crying on the couch, not wanting to show the guy that she felt pleasure.
In her heart of hearts, she had to admit that it couldn’t just be long physical abstinence that made her enjoy forced sex. That it had always been one of her sexual fantasies to be taken hard, almost brutally, by several men. She was now thankful that this man had made her discover her most secret thoughts. Was he reading her mind?
The stranger plowed her through so that her whole body vibrated and her mind was about to say goodbye. She decided to endure the inevitable. The man behind her sensed that she had given up. But apparently, he wanted more than satisfy his lust for passive sacrifice.
He stopped his hip movements and put his hands around her horizontal torso. Zaria didn’t know what he was up to, but somehow the unknown situation aroused her again. The nipples on the tits lying in the open air stood up almost immediately. Rough hands grabbed from behind and pinched those delicate nipples.
“Fuck me as you’ve never fucked a man before!” the stranger demanded. He let go of her breasts and grabbed her from the back. Zaria had never been fucked in the ass and was not looking forward to doing it with a complete stranger, but life had taught her to make the best of every opportunity.
The violent bumps started again, this time from behind. The tremors made their breasts vibrate. Zaria tried to pick up his rhythm and moved her pelvis against the man’s so that each time they met they clashed even more strongly than before. That was amazing like little explosions of pleasure.
She was almost ready to let go of herself completely. To give up decency and self-esteem in order to unrestrainedly enjoy the forced sex with the unknown when the man stiffened behind her, pumped his cock into her a few more times with jerky, violent thrusts, and then shuddered as he poured torrent after torrent into her.
He stepped back and just let go of her without warning. Zaria almost went down on her knees. Only the fact that she was half on the bunk kept her from falling to the floor. She pulled her legs up onto the couch, closed her eyes, and let herself fall to one side in a crouching position. She shuddered at the realization that not only had her body betrayed her but that she had also given in mentally as if she wanted to be taken by the men. And somehow she was downright disappointed that, unlike the two men, she hadn’t had an orgasm.
As she lay there she felt herself get wet and sticky between her thighs as the semen slowly oozed out of her vagina. Through the corner of her eye, she saw the cowboy but was done for today.
“I’ll have to come back for you”, she said. As those men raved about her beauty and her lust, Zaria only heard these words through a rustling fog in her ears. She pulled up her slip and let herself out of the gas station.
In the meantime, it had started to drizzle. Through blurry, cloudy eyes she recognized the parking lot where she always stopped when she went jogging. Zaria stumbled to feel her now dry, but still sticky cunt from the sperm and juice. She slowly calmed down with help from the rain that helped her to wake up again.
In the driver’s seat, Zaria smiled despite her aching body. “The tip from the friend was worth it,” thought Zaria, “the three really hurt her, humiliated and humiliated her. Almost exactly as she had imagined. , She shrugged, started her car, and drove home where she took a long soothing bubble bath, recovered from the pain, and cleaned herself of dirt.
In the late afternoon of the following day, she drove to the gas station again. The cowboy was standing there smoking a cigarette, looking as smashing as ever.
“I’m happy to be of service again,” he mentioned when the place wasn’t as busy as it was. Zaria quickly finished her coffee, then nodded to the gas station attendant who followed her to her car this time. The sex with the cowboy was better than expected. She called her friend and thanked her for arranging everything.
“Thanks for letting me learn a little bit more about myself,” she told her. “Now I need to entice Ishaan to fuck both me and Saskia at the same time, and be a little rough.”
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