The gas station

A couple minutes of driving later, April pulls into a gas station, parking in one of the empty car wash stalls.

A stunningly beautiful young lady comes outside to greet you. She's incredibly curvy; her firm breasts threaten to burst out of her low-cut black uniform and a short skirt tightly hugs her round ass. She has long, straight black hair, pulled back into a loose bun, and her skin is perfectly clear except for one small birthmark beneath her left eye.

"Welcome! Self-serve costs $5.50, or you can hire me for ten dollars."

The words 'hire me' swirl around in your head for a moment. "Full service, please," says April cheerfully, interrupting your thoughts. After giving the young lady a single ten dollar bill, she turns to you. "I'm going to go to the grocery store across the street. Would you like to come or did you want to stay here with the car?"

The answer was clear before April could finish her question. "I'll stay," you blurt out with a nod.

April smiles sweetly. "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes," she says happily as she slings her purse over her shoulder, the leather strap almost disappearing as it presses between her protruding breasts.

As April leaves, you exit the vehicle and approach the employee. She's barely begun to hose down the car when you reach around from behind, fondling her chest. With just a light tug on her top, her tits spill out, hanging down as she bends over the car. You continue to grope them with one hand while pushing her skirt up with the other as she continues washing the car, relaxedly humming to herself. She's wearing a bright purple thong that contrasts the darker, more conservative colors of her uniform. The idea of her hiding such sexy lingerie under her uniform fuels your lust further. You pull the thong back until it's taught and then let go suddenly. It snaps back into place with a 'smack,' the vibrations rippling through her bare cheeks.

"Ohh!" she says, nearly dropping the hose in surprise. She looks back at you over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows.

You grin back at her. "Just a second. We wouldn't want to get your uniform wet, would we?"

Understanding your intentions right away without need for further explanation, she starts to unbutton her top. With every button that she snaps open, her breasts jiggle and sway. Throwing the shirt off to the side, she then discards her skirt, leaving herself with nothing but her lavender thong. She starts to remove this last piece of clothing as well until you put a hand on her hip, stopping her. "Ah, do you want me to keep this on?" she asks politely.

"Without a doubt," you say with a smile. "Your ass looks incredible in it."

"Aw, thanks!" she exclaims in joyful appreciation before she turns her attention back to April's car. "Use me as much as you like, okay?"

With her attire set to your liking, she resumes washing the car, reaching for a soapy brush and rubbing it over the hood and windshield. You see a dark patch of wetness spreading slowly across her bright lingerie. Her obvious arousal, combined with her rhythmic grinding against your crotch, soon have you at full attention. You unzip your fly, letting your hard shaft spring out before roughly pulling aside her panties and pushing it inside her. She gasps at your sudden entry, but like the hard-working employee she is, she proceeds with washing April's car as you begin to thrust in and out. The sudden vigor of your **** forces her to lean forward further, splaying herself on the wet, soapy car.

As you ram your cock inside her, she slides up and down over the car. She manages to use this to her advantage, reaching farther areas that need washing. As you approach orgasm, you steadily pick up the pace. Grabbing her hips, you pull her close, stopping her from sliding around as you spear her deeper and deeper. This increase in action brings her to the point of moaning, and not long after, you see a trickle of liquid flowing down from her and onto the side of the car. Seeing her juices brings you to your limits—pulling out of her wet hole, you shoot several streams of thick cum onto her naked back, decorating her with a load even bigger than your last.

As you step back and tuck away your cock, she flops over on the hood of April's car, your seed mixing with the soapy water that's pooling around her. You decide to leave her there, heading into the gas station to buy a drink. Inside, you can see a busty woman in her twenties being fucked from behind on the floor while eagerly chatting on the phone. Another woman with a sizable chest, this one slightly older, stands at the back of the store, having her feet worshiped as she goes through an internal debate of what brand of chips to buy. The sight of these women treating such things so casually will never cease to excite you; even though you've just finished with a rather immense release, you can feel your cock twitching slightly. Alas, you decide to let yourself recover a bit as you find your soda of choice, grabbing it from the cold drinks section and bringing it to the cashier. The employee, a college student with a small chest in properly dressed attire as opposed to the other girl you just screwed outside, scans your drink with a bored look in her eye. You're surprised to see that she has a rather hefty amount of cum splayed on her face despite her breast size.

"How'd that happen?" you inquire as she hands you your change.

"Oh, this?" she asks as she scoops some of the white substance with her finger, looking at it with an uninterested gaze. "Some guys can't aim right. Misfires like this happen all the time."

"Really...?" you say, grabbing the soda off the counter. "You don't...bother to clean it up?"

"I mean I could if I really wanted to," she says with a shrug. "Like I said, though, this thing is pretty common. Some guys get really into it and end up spraying stupidly huge loads all over the place...happens all the time when my brothers fuck my mom during dinner. Their cum gets all over my food and face and everything. Not that I mind or anything, honestly. It's just cum."

It's just cum.

Her nonchalant tone of voice and indifferent view towards all of that was more than enough to bring your member back to attention once again. You're not sure what or why, but there was just something about women who weren't even cumdumpsters not caring about this kind of thing that was just...inexplicably hot.

With a smile and a nod, you bid farewell to the facialized cashier and make your way back outside. You find that the employee you used is back at it, still nude with her panties pushed to the side as she rinses the suds off the car. She's left herself covered in the white froth which runs down her body, dripping off of her nipples and her completely soaked thong and onto the pavement.

"Hi, John!" you hear behind you. You turn to see April approaching with a bag of groceries. There's a fresh load of cum on her face. "Sorry I took so long. I had to help out one of the guys stocking the shelves. He was so busy that he hadn't been able to use a girl in over three hours, the poor thing. He looked so relieved when he blew his load all over me!"

"No problem," you reply with a chuckle. "I had my own fun while you were gone."

"Oh, I can see that," April responds with a bubbly giggle, taking notice of the employee's stripped down appearance.

As April begins loading the groceries into the trunk, the naked employee walks up to you both. "All done! Thanks for coming," she says with a smile. You give her ass a heavy smack before waving after her as she scurries off to serve the next customer, leaving her uniform behind.

"Goodness, she has a cute butt," says April coyly as she unlocks the car. "I can see why you'd fuck her!"

You nod in agreement, grinning like an idiot as you respond. "She definitely wasn't bad, yeah," you say as you buckle your seat belt into place. "I think I still like using you more, though."

"Well, John, I feel right at home with your dick inside of me, so I'm happy to hear that," April says with an appreciative smile as she starts up the car.

Moments later, you're pulling out of the gas station, headed towards the next errand.