CASH OR CREDIT

"HEY YOU GUYS GONNA PAY FOR THE GAS OR AM I GONNA CALL THE COPS?" yelled the station attendant as he walked up to the car.

Staring at me hard, Johnny said, "We don't have any cash, but we got a great snatch. Seems to me we could trade her cunt for the gas if it's OK with you."

"You're kidding, right?" I murmurred to Johnny as the attendant let his eyes roam over my cum covered tits.

"It's like this, Julia," he said, as I nervously licked my pouty lips. "I don't have the cash. Get done with all of us and then we'll head for the party and you'll be a bigger hit than your supposed friend Michelle was last week."

"OK," I murmurred. The attendant let us know that his name was Nick and he said, "Let's go inside, I want my hands and cock where your friend's hands are right now. That pussy looks so ripe, and I can't wait to get in the saddle."

I had never even noticed that Tony's hands were busy fingering me as the shame of being used as a credit card overcame me.

The guys herded me into the station and around to the back into a small room filled with oil cans and tools and a large bed in the center of the room covered with a fake fur throw.

"You are sure one hot bitch," Nick said, as his hands roamed over my erect nipples. "I've had a boner since I saw you out the side window giving three of these guys head. When I saw Johnny here feeling up your ass, I nearly came in my pants." Then he jammed three fingers into my sopping pussy and groaned in my ear, " Hop on the bed and spread those luscious thighs. I want to taste some honey before I start riding.