[M4F] first gangbang / little cnc

It was a scorching July day in 2025, the sun hammering down on the empty Midwest highway.

Lena, 19 was driving her old car toward the city—fresh out of her parents’ house, excited for her first semester of college.

She wore a skimpy white crop top, soaked with sweat and clinging to her small, firm breasts, the thin fabric outlining her hardened nipples. Her short denim skirt rode up her thighs with every bump.

The AC was dead, the window open, hot wind blasting in.

Suddenly the engine coughed, sputtered, and died. Out of gas.

“Goddamn it,”

she muttered, coasting to the shoulder.

Nothing but cornfields and woods for miles. The nearest gas station was 40 miles away. Her phone showed one bar—the roadside assistance call dropped instantly.

Lena stepped out into the blistering heat, and started walking.

Sweat poured down her back and between her breasts.

After 15 minutes she spotted an old truck stop: one pump, a greasy diner, a huge lot full of semis.

Inside, the ancient AC hummed.

The place stank of stale coffee, diesel, and fried food.

Behind the counter stood Paul—late 40s, burly, tattooed arms, stubble, crooked grin. He looked her over, eyes lingering on her sweat-slicked legs.

“Hey, sweetheart. Car trouble?”

Lena nodded, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“Out of gas… phone’s dead. Got a gas can?”

Paul chuckled low.

“Sure can help. But the boys are on break. They’ll pitch in—if you ask nice.”

He nodded toward the back door. Lena followed hesitantly.

Outside, under the shade of the trucks, four more drivers lounged: mid-40s, potbellied, sweat-stained shirts stretched tight, beer cans in hand.

The lot was deserted except for their rigs.

“Boys, look what wandered in,” Paul called. The men turned, grins spreading. One let out a low whistle.

Lena’s heart pounded. “I just need gas,” she said softly, voice shaky.

Paul stepped closer, heavy hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll get you gas. But we don’t work for nothing. The boys put in a long day. And you look like you could show a little… appreciation.”

Lena tried to step back, but the door was shut. The men rose, closing in.

One—fat, bearded, filthy smirk—licked his lips.

“Nice little tits,” he muttered.

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Before we start, before we waste our time: I'm looking for detailed long-term games, it should continue after this scene.

I like good worldbuilding, I like reading your thoughts and feelings, and real life first, sometimes I don't have time to reply, but I will never ghost!

Obviously, the idea incorporates some CNC elements, which I initially found amusing. However, I like seeing how you come to enjoy it as the story progresses. And to the die-hards here: this is fantasy and, like perhaps other elements, has no place in reality!

I'm (unfortunately) straight, but I don't care what identity you choose as long as you play as female or at least a couple! :)

The characters are freely negotiable!

All users or characters must be 18+