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Fill Her Up Please
by Shufflespeare (shufflespeare@eroticpages.co.uk)

***

Two gas station attendants end up screwing the hell out 
of a female patron after spying on her through a peep 
hole in the restroom. (MMF, reluc, voy, work)

***

Linda lets the wheel glide through her hands as she 
pulls off the road and into the service station. 

Guiding the heavy nozzle into the hole, she squeezes 
the handle and listens as the pump churns into life, 
spilling gas into the tank. Looking past the pump she 
sees a man standing at the checkout chatting with the 
cashier. She pulls a pair of sunglasses from the pocket 
of the tight pink blouse she is wearing, slips them on 
and pretends not to notice. Shaking the final drop from 
the tip she replaces the nozzle. 

"That'll be twenty pounds please," the cashier says, 
hand outstretched. "I-I think I left my purse in the 
car." Linda says, reaching deep in her handbag, "will 
you excuse me a minute?" 

It is a short trip across the forecourt but Linda is 
quickly out of earshot. "I could really go for that," 
says the cashier to the man standing with him at the 
cash desk, "what about you Brian, fancy a bit of that 
lovely round arse?" 

"Are you kidding Bob? I could definitely give her 
something to stick between those tits. Did you see the 
way they were bouncing underneath that blouse?" 

"Yeah, yeah. Tits are nice but give me a nice tight 
arse in a short skirt any day." 

The men gaze as Linda reaches her car. 

"Look at that!" Bob says, gesturing toward Linda's 
prime round rump, "I swear she's doing that on 
purpose."

"On purpose? You mean she's wiggling her arse like that 
to get us going?" Brian asks. 

"Better believe it. I bet she's loving every minute of 
it, showing off like that." 

Linda opens the glove box and takes out her purse.

"Uh, oh, she's got it," Brian says, "mind what you say 
she's coming back."

The doors slide apart and Linda steps up to the cash 
desk once more. "Twenty pounds did you say?" Linda 
asks, handing her card to Bob. 

"That's right, twenty pounds Miss." 

She signs the receipt and shoves the card back in her 
purse. Smiling politely, she throws the strap of her 
handbag over shoulder and turns to leave. 

"And by the way, it Missus not Miss," she says in a 
reminding tone, "Mrs. Haverick."

"So sorry Mrs. Haverick. I shouldn't have assumed." 

"That's okay. Bob" she says, glancing at his name 
badge. "Do you have a restroom I could use Bob? I've a 
long way to go and don't want to make too many stops." 

Bob points past the magazine rack, "It's just through 
there," he says waiting until she is once again out of 
earshot before adding sarcastically, "Mrs. Haverick!" 

"She sure told you!" Brian laughs. "Tell you what it is 
mate, it was all I could do to hold my laugh in. her 
stood there telling you off like she was your mother or 
something and you shitting yourself and saying sorry!" 
"I was not shitting myself," he says, throwing a punch 
at his friends arm and making him recoil in pain. 
"She's a customer and I have to be all nice and stuff. 
It's part of the job!" 

"She still had you though, didn't she!" 

Bob's face turns from a sulk to a grin as he races for 
the lock on the door to the shop. 

"Tell you what," he says, flicking at Brian's arm, 
"Miss or no Miss, come with me, I got something to show 
you." 

The two men tiptoe past the bathroom to a door with a 
sign saying 'Staff Only, Do Not Enter'. Once inside, 
Bob lifts three boxes stacked against one of the walls 
and hands them to Brian. 

"She's so fucking clever, bet she doesn't know about 
this." 

Brian's jaw drops in surprise when he sees what is 
behind the last box. "Shit!" Brian says, stifling his 
surprise, "you've drilled a fucking hole in the wall to 
the bathroom!" 

"No I didn't," he says crouching to bring his eye level 
with the hole, "it was already here when I started. I 
found it by accident." 

"What can you see?" 

"Dunno, it's difficult to make out," Bob replies in a 
hushed voice. 

"Has she got her skirt up, can you see her pissing?" 

"Will you be quiet you stupid fuck, she'll hear!" 

The room is dark and quiet. Brian pulls at his friends 
shoulder. 

"Let me have a look!" 

"Fuck off, it's my hole," he says, frowning at how 
immature his last remark had sounded. 

"Come on," Brian insists, "just for a second, I 
promise." 

Bob gets up and lets his friend take his place. 

"SHE HAS! SHE'S GOT HER PANTIES ROUND HER KNEES!" 

"Will you be quiet!" Bob says, pulling Brian away, "I 
told you, she'll hear us!" 

Bob lowers to peer through the spy hole. 

"She must have moved, I can't see a thing," he says, 
bolting away from the hole and grabbing the boxes 
placed out of the way. With the last box put back, he 
turns to the door pulling his friend out with him. 

"AND WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'VE BEEN DOING?" Linda 
bellows, beating them out of the restroom and into the 
corridor. 

Bob sees the look in her eyes, turns to his friend and 
gulps. 

Linda screams as Bob lunges the metre between them and 
clamps his hand over her mouth. 

The bare brickwork is rough against Linda's back as she 
is shoved hard up against the wall of the corridor. 

"Now you just listen lady, what we were doing is no 
business of yours," Bob says, his face an inch from 
hers. "I'm going to take my hand away and you aren't 
going to scream! Get it?" 

A moment passes as Bob waits for a sign of her 
compliance. Slowly he releases his grip over the 
Linda's mouth. She jumps towards the door. 

"Oh no you don't!" Bob cries, lunging after her before 
she has the chance to reach the door. 

"LET ME GO!" she cries, falling to the floor. 

"I told you not to panic," Bob says, reaching out to 
cushion his fall and landing on top of her. 

And there they lie. In silence. The clock ticks on the 
wall above them. No one speaks. No one makes a sound. 

Bob slowly pushes his weight from the floor, releasing 
Linda and allowing her to pick herself up. 

"This is getting out of hand." Brian says sheepishly. 

Bob looks down at the woman on the floor of the 
corridor. The same woman they were spying on, the woman 
he had forced up against a wall and then knocked to the 
floor when she had tried to escape. He runs his fingers 
through his dark brown hair, worriedly wrings his hands 
and opens his mouth to say words, which do not come. 

Falling to his knees beside Linda, he reaches out as if 
to comfort her. "Look, I'm sorry," he says. "It's just 
that you screamed and then you ran and I had to... 
can't you see?" 

Linda lies motionless, eyes closed. 

And then she moves. Just her right hand. Nothing more. 
She brings it around and places it beside her thigh. 

Bob watches as she hooks two painted fingernails under 
the hem of her skirt and gathers a handful of material. 

Linda brings her left hand around. 

Bob looks at the woman on the service station floor 
pulling the back of her skirt, exposing more and more 
of her thighs to his gaze. Little more than a glimpse 
of her panties are showing as she raises her hips ever 
so slightly to pull her skirt the remainder of the way 
until it lies bunched around her waist. 

Bob gulps. 

"Pull my pantyhose down," Linda says quietly. 

"Beg your pardon?" Bob stammers, astonished. 

"Take my pantyhose and pull them down," Linda repeats. 
With another word Bob reaches out and hooks his thumbs 
under the tight pantyhose. 

"Slowly," Linda mutters. 

Without being asked, Linda raises her hips from the 
floor as Bob pulls slowly at the thin opaque material. 
He looks down in amazement at the sight before him. 

White cotton panties dappled with tiny pink flowers 
cover Linda's ass. 

"Take those down too," Linda continues. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I want you to pull my panties down for me, what's 
wrong, do I have to ask your friend?" she says 
insistently. 

Bob does as she asks. 

Linda opens her legs, affording both men an ample view 
between her legs. A glistening furrow divides the dark 
lips of her labia. "Good. Now, I want you both to open 
your pants and take your dicks out." 

Brian looks at Bob. 

Bob looks at Brian. 

They look at the woman lying on the floor, legs 
splayed, pussy glistening invitingly. 

Brian is the first to step away from his pants and 
allow his cock to spring free of its confines. 

"The guy who had me against the wall," Linda announces. 
"I want you to watch what your friend is about to do," 
Bob steps away from her allowing Brian space for 
whatever she has in mind.

"What is it, what do you want me to do?" Brian asks, 
nervously. 

He hears Linda chuckle quietly. "Do I have to draw you 
a picture?" she says. 

Brian drops to his knees between Linda's thighs. 

"I want you to take the thing of yours and rub it 
against me, understand?" 

Brian nods. 

"I can't hear you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," Brian whispers. 

"It should be pretty hard by now, run it down the crack 
of my ass all the way to the front but don't let it 
slip inside, do you hear me?"

"Aha." 

"Good, you can start." 

Bob wraps his fingers around the base of his cock. 

"That's it," Linda says. "All the way down the front of 
my pussy. No hanging around there and your friend gets 
to watch you a little more." Brian turns his head to 
see his friend slowly pumping an erection fit to burst. 

"Now do it again but this time I want you to stop when 
I say." 

Brian reaches down and brings his swollen tip once more 
to rest on her ass. 

"Remember, slowly does it and you get the treat, 
right?" Linda reminds him.

"Here it comes then Mrs. Haverick, I'm at your ass, 
coming close to your cunt, nearly there." 

"STOP right there," Linda commands him. "Now I'm pretty 
wet so it shouldn't take too much." She spreads her 
thighs a little further and raises her ass. "Now, do it 
slowly and make sure your friend gets a good view, 
every single inch as it disappears inside me."

Closing his eyes, savouring the moment, Brian sinks 
into her. "That's it," Linda says, her voice straining 
at the sharp breath she has had to take. "Now I want 
your friend to tell me how it looks."

"Fucking brilliant!" Bob chirps enthusiastically. 

"You," Linda says, a bit breathlessly. "The guy with 
his dick up me. Take it out, I want to sit on it." 

Linda looks into Brian's eyes as slowly she lowers 
herself onto his shaft. "That's good," she says. 
"You've got quite a nice cock there. But I still feel 
like there's something missing."

Brian looks puzzled for a moment before he sees her 
reach back for Bob. Guiding him slowly down she leans 
her weight on Brian's chest and brings the tip of the 
new cock to meet her anus. 

"Give it a good push, it'll go straight in," she says, 
pausing, preparing herself to take both their cocks, 
for the double penetration. "Do it now." 

Brian lurches from the floor, burying his cock deep and 
hard. Bob stabs his cock into her ass and groans as she 
squeals with pleasure. His face contorted, Bob pulls 
out and immediately drives straight back in, harder and 
deeper than before. 

Linda cries out. "Oh, that's it, give them to me, give 
me all you've got. I want every last inch. Both cocks 
at once."

Bob grabs her shoulders. "Don't worry girl, you're 
going to take everything I've got!" he growls, ramming 
harder and faster with each stroke. 

Linda looks down at the cock in her pussy. 

"You're both so hard. I can't take much more!" 

Brian's face is red and is breaking out in sweat as his 
pace quickens. "Not... going... to last much... 
longer," he says, struggling for breath. 

"Aahhhh, your cocks... their so thick and hard. I want 
your cum in my pussy. In my ass. Over my tits. Down my 
throat. Everywhere!" 

Bob grabs two handfuls of tit and stabs home for the 
final time. He clings tight as he groans through 
clenched teeth. "Take it! Take it all! Take my cum!" he 
yells. 

Brian soon follows. Along with Linda. 

"That's it, I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum!" 

Brian's eyes are screw shut as he shoots load after 
load of cum into her pussy. 

"Uh YEAH! Oh god, that's good!" Linda cries, as she 
writhes, milking both men of their last drops of cum. 

***

Brian and Bob squint in the mid day sun over the 
scrubland behind the filling station. 

"Do you believe what just happened?" Brian asks, 
turning to face his friend. 

Bob draws deeply on his cigarette and looks across the 
field before them. "I didn't believe there were women 
like that, women who'd drop and take it from two guys, 
complete strangers as well." 

"But she did, didn't she?" Brian replies, a smug grin 
across his face. 

"Sure did." 

They hear a car pull onto the forecourt at the front 
and make their way through the back door. 

"Bob?" Brian asks, curiously. 

"Yeah?" 

"You know that store room with the hole in the wall?" 

Bob stops in mid stride. 

"I was just wondering, do you think I could... you 
know... when you're out front, in the shop?" 

Bob looks at his friend for a moment. "What do you 
think." 

END

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