Had To Let a Stranger Fuck Me And Cum inside Me To Get Free Ride – POV & Creampie!

The sun beating down on the dusty road, the heat waves rising off the asphalt in shimmering mirages. Stacy Starando stood on the shoulder with her thumb out, desperate for a ride. Sweat trickled down her neck as she realized she’d been walking for miles in this godforsaken heat. Her tank top clung to her curves, revealing hints of the lace bra beneath. The denim of her short shorts rode up, caressing the supple skin of her flared hips.

Her stomach grumbling, Stacy knew she needed to get to the next town soon if she had any hope of finding food. But there was no traffic out here in the middle of nowhere. Just streams of nondescript cars whizzing by, their drivers not sparing her a second glance. Until one.

A rusty pickup truck pulled over up ahead. Stacy felt a tinge of doubt as the driver, an older man with a white beard, poked his head out the window. He looked her up and down like a piece of meat.

“Where ya headed, darlin’?” he drawled.

“Just to the next town,” Stacy replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. “I’d really appreciate a lift.”

The man smiled, revealing a mouth of crooked teeth. “Hop in then. Though I might expect a little…compensation for gas money. You know.”

Stacy’s eyes widened. The insinuation was clear. But what choice did she have? Her feet ached, her throat was parched. She needed that ride. Swallowing her pride, she climbed into the passenger seat.

The man introduced himself as Earl. As they drove, his eyes kept drifting to her exposed legs, her heaving chest. Stacy squirmed under his lecherous gaze, but kept her mouth shut.

Suddenly, Earl pulled off onto a bumpy dirt road. “Gotta get gas,” he muttered, parking beneath the shade of a grove of trees. He turned to Stacy, his hand landing heavily on her thigh. “And I reckon it’s time for that…compensation.”

Stacy froze. This couldn’t be happening. But Earl was already unzipping his worn jeans, pulling out his thickening cock. “Suck it,” he growled.

Panic raced through Stacy’s veins as she realized what she’d gotten herself into. But she couldn’t refuse. Not if she wanted to survive this unbearable situation.

Trembling, she leaned over and took Earl’s hard length into her mouth. He groaned, fisting a hand in her hair as she sucked him deeper. His musky scent filled her nose, making her stomach churn.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Earl gasped. “Well ain’t you a real hot piece. Gonna fuck that tight pussy now.”

He yanked her out of the car and shoved her against the hood. Stacy yelped as the metal seared her flesh. Then Earl was there, hiking up her skirt, pushing her panties aside. She felt the blunt head of his cock prodding her entrance.

“No, wait-” Stacy protested, but it was too late. With a vicious thrust, Earl buried himself to the hilt inside her. She cried out, pain lancing through her as he stretched her unused walls. He set a punishing pace, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

“You like that, slut?” Earl snarled in her ear. “Bet you’re dripping wet for my cock.” Lovely, yet at that moment disgusting words that made Stacy sick to her stomach. Tears sprang to her eyes as Earl used her body like a fuck toy.

With a few more brutal thrusts, he grunted his release deep inside her. Stacy shuddered as she felt the wet heat of his seed flooding her unprotected core. He kept going until she felt it seeping out around his softening cock.

Earl pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Stacy nearly collapsed under the combined weight of revulsion and violation. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs.

“Thanks for the ride,” Earl smirked, tucking himself away. He climbed back into the truck. Stacy just stood there, naked from the waist down, trembling and sobbing.

Once Earl was out of sight, Stacy managed to pull herself together. She had to keep going, no matter what. Slowly, she made her way down the dirt road, leaving a trail of XVIDDLEneo behind her. The sun beat down relentlessly, stoking the shame and rage that burned in her chest.

Hours passed in a haze of misery before she finally reached the outskirts of the next town. Stacy limped to the first gas station she saw. She needed to clean herself up, try to forget what had happened.

But it was too late. She was soiled inside and out, forever marked by Earl’s violation. The worst part was, it wasn’t even over. She knew she’d have many more miles to walk, many more rides to catch. And she’d gladly endure anything, let any man use her, to get to where she needed to go.

Such was the cruel reality of the road.