Stopping for gas

Ashley spent most of the ride buried in Mistress Haley’s pussy. She sat in a special seat of the car made specifically for someone to safely sit in between the drivers legs and give them head while still not impeding the driver’s ability to control the vehicle. Haley’s boyfriend was left at home in to the mercy (or lack thereof) of her younger sister Tiffany, who no doubt had plans for him and her own boyfriend.

The mall was a 20 minute drive away so Ashley was slightly confused when she felt the car stop only 5 minutes after they started.

“Get out.” Haley ordered.

Unbuckling and stepping out of the car, Ashley recognized that they were at a gas station near to the Leathson house. Sexworld gas stations were in many ways the same as their prude world counterparts, as cars also worked in the same way. The key difference was in the gas station attendants, who generally expected some form of “tip” for their services. This was the case here, and getting out of the car Ashley saw a strapping young man who looked to be a year or two younger than her putting the nozzle of the gas pump into Haley’s car. He fumbled with it a bit, evidently being new to the job but getting the hang of it, but quickly put it in the proper place.

“Fill it up to full.” Haley said from within the driver’s seat “And that goes for the car too.”

Taking her meaning, the boy turned towards her, scanning her up and down with a hungry look in his eye. Taking a better look herself, she noted with a hint of amusement his cock that couldn’t be much bigger in girth than a medium sized carrot, nor longer than a permanent marker. Guessing that she probably wouldn’t get much pleasure on her end, and further intuiting that that’s probably why Haley went for this gas pump in the first place, Ashley resigned herself to it and bent over the hood of the car to allow him entry.