"Deal." he said, reaching out to squeeze a handful of my tits instead of a handshake. "I own you for the night."
I moaned softly as he turned the gesture into a breast massage. He was more gentle than before, clearly doing it for my pleasure and not just his. My hips involuntarily began to gyrate as he leaned over and suckled my hard nipple. I was still extremely horny, and my inability to touch myself drove me crazy. As if reading my mind, Logger's hand drifted down my stomach, coming to rest against the length of my slit. His fingers grazed my clit and probed my wet lips gently. I groaned with pleasure and ground my hips in circles.
"Can you fuck me again?" I asked quietly between ragged breaths.
Logger laughed as he continued to play with me. "Not yet little slut. Even I need some down time after a fuck like that. But don't worry," he added "I'll make sure my whore gets properly serviced."
I moaned louder in response to his words, but stopped when he suddenly stood and began to dress himself. "What are you doing?" I plead. "I'm so horny!"
"Going to find some dick for my whore!" he reassured me as he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I want your big cock!" I sulked.
Logger laughed again. "Don't worry, I'll be ready to go again soon. In the mean time I'm off to drum up business!"
"What?!?!" I demanded. "You don't mean..."
"You're my whore. I own you tonight. Time to make a little extra gas money!" he cackled.
"I don't know about this..." I began, before being cut off by Logger's stuffing my own panties into my mouth. They were still wet and I could smell myself on them.
"Better save your strength my little whore. That mouth is going to be put to work shortly."
With that, he exited the truck, leaving me alone, naked, and handcuffed on the bed. I briefly considered yelling for help, and for a short while fiddled with the cuffs and bracket to see if I could get free. I could not. Resigned to my fate, I pondered my own thoughts, second guessing my earlier agreement. Technically, I had begged to be his whore. Technically, that did imply he would exchange my services for money - albeit there was never an agreement to pimp me out to others. However, my pussy ached to be filled, and for the moment at least, my horniness overpowered my judgement. I wanted cock. I really wanted Logger's big cock again, but failing that perhaps another would do. I waited quietly, a chill in the air hardening my nipples as I adjusted my position and rested on my side.
Some time passed, until suddenly the door opened, and I saw Logger vault into the truck with a huge grin. He gestured for someone to follow and turned on the light.
"Come on up!" he urged. Have a look at her!"
A man's voice chuckled coarsely. "I can't wait to see the greasy lot lizard you got to agree to be your whore." the man laughed. "She better be clean!"
I struggled to control my nerves as a stranger clambered into the truck. He looked to be in his mid-50s, thin as a rail with receding grey hair. He smelled of coffee and gasoline. He took one look at me and froze.