We were in Resistencia-Chaco, all my teammates, the maintenance team, logistics, mechanics, and everyone else. We won, and we even made 1-2 because Matías got first place, and Mariano came second. That gave us more than enough reasons to celebrate big time. We always do that, but now that we're going through a great moment given the performance difference of our formidable Toyotas.
We left at 23:00, in the large tent next to the main trailer, so we decided with the girls that despite the intense days we'd lived, we would be there to honor our winners. I left the hotel where we were staying after 23:00, and by pure chance, Leo from maintenance was passing by, who offered to take me on his flashy motorcycle since the racetrack is a bit far away. It cost me to adjust in the seat because the mini skirt I had put on didn't cover anything in that position.
We arrived, darkness reigned despite several teams still setting up their departure, and only our bunker had lighting, strong music with an evident party atmosphere.
At the entrance, we met Seba, who said they were waiting for us inside. We entered, the music filled the room, lights illuminated the entrance but didn't let you see what was inside, so we were advancing half-blindly, me sticking to Leo quite closely.
The large armchairs and sofa beds were set up in a circle around the folding table. I didn't see my teammates, so I thought... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself. Already at the entrance, Jorge handed me a full glass, refreshing, rich, with a slightly elevated ethanol value.
I greeted the other three guys, Sergio, Manuel, and Federico, asking about the others.
We're all here, Leo said, we five are having the party
It's a joke, right?
No, not at all... it's exactly what we planned.
I couldn't get over my amazement because if it was true, the girls didn't tell me they weren't coming. If they had told me there would be no one left, that we all came to those parties, bosses, pilots, sponsors, everyone, everyone. There were the 5 guys and I... I don't know, but it seemed ridiculous for us to gather to celebrate just ourselves. I thought it was a joke and that the others would come soon.
They never arrived... and shortly after, the guys started organizing a photo section, asking me to pose with them, one by one... After finishing the first round, we went on to the second, but this time I feared showing something more substantial, so my boobs could be seen...
The first round had passed, the second was coming, half-loaded, more for me since I'm quite a lightweight... So, very happy, I took off my bra and blouse, revealing my tits and nipples... Then I said... Don't ask for more.
The first photo with Seba went well, with Leo it was even more intense, because he put his hands around my breasts from behind at the moment of the flash...
Federico, bolder, wanted to see my bare breasts next to his face; Manuel posed kissing a nipple already hard; finally, Sergio wanted to take off my mini skirt, which after several minutes of struggling ended up who knows where, so I could pose with him wearing only my thong dental floss. They celebrated that big time.
Get naked... Come on...
- You're crazy, you.-
-I'm resisting the girl... So let's give her a lesson for her disobedience... Immediately they came at me, not listening to my pleas, took off my shoes and underwear, leaving me naked, already being kissed, licked, slapped with all sorts of high-sexuality touches and no respect.
The dirty comments, words, and things they said are those typical of bold boys, because from sexy girl slut to divine goddess... They told me everything. game, nothing more. But it started to go every time more, because my nipples were already being bitten, fingers were getting into my vulva and even some would put a finger in the back hole...... They lowered the music a bit, dimmed the lights, but increased their demands, because dancing in a circle, I was passing from arms to arms, to notice that each time they got more demanding.... until one of them pulled out his thing and rubbed it on my body. There, I understood that things were not going to be easy to handle, because they didn't seem to have brakes, my moral rubber was getting worn out, starting to lose braking liquid, but juices appeared in my crotch, a fruit of premature overheating. I decided to go to the boxes, slow down the speed, and ask them - what do you want from me.- - We want to screw you.
I'm so well-fucked. - It was like they had recharged my fuel, new tires, and back on the track... Because I left plowing and skidding between a sea of hands and pussies, that sucked left and right. My addiction to oral sex was totally covered, because those five put their tongues in my cave, making me scatter cries of pleasure. I couldn't say how many times I sucked and sucked, or in what order, if I knew soon I'd be there, on all fours, always with a hard cock making me moan when it went into my open vagina, with some cock hitting my back, without stopping to have a good portion inside my mouth. Never happened before, but I had gotten used to it suddenly, shaking my curves for them to enjoy my body, totally offered, ready to burn stages, round by round. I felt my legs weakening more and more due to my furious orgasms, weakening my forces... But before the machine stopped, one of them decided to push my humanity from behind, taking out furious cries of desperation as I felt them tearing up my bum. I know those ass cheeks are among the most watched in each race, that this bum of mine is desired by thousands, and now it was being drilled by the maintenance boys in a brutal way. The exhaust pipe often serves as an important element in achieving satisfaction. Times were free, there was no timer or order, some got off track quickly, others made laps and laps improving performances. The music was soft, the lights were those of dawn on that Chaco circuit, they exhausted, satisfied, but always gentle... I had gotten completely re-fucked all night. It was my debut celebration in the category.
We left at 23:00, in the large tent next to the main trailer, so we decided with the girls that despite the intense days we'd lived, we would be there to honor our winners. I left the hotel where we were staying after 23:00, and by pure chance, Leo from maintenance was passing by, who offered to take me on his flashy motorcycle since the racetrack is a bit far away. It cost me to adjust in the seat because the mini skirt I had put on didn't cover anything in that position.
We arrived, darkness reigned despite several teams still setting up their departure, and only our bunker had lighting, strong music with an evident party atmosphere.
At the entrance, we met Seba, who said they were waiting for us inside. We entered, the music filled the room, lights illuminated the entrance but didn't let you see what was inside, so we were advancing half-blindly, me sticking to Leo quite closely.
The large armchairs and sofa beds were set up in a circle around the folding table. I didn't see my teammates, so I thought... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself. Already at the entrance, Jorge handed me a full glass, refreshing, rich, with a slightly elevated ethanol value.
I greeted the other three guys, Sergio, Manuel, and Federico, asking about the others.
We're all here, Leo said, we five are having the party
It's a joke, right?
No, not at all... it's exactly what we planned.
I couldn't get over my amazement because if it was true, the girls didn't tell me they weren't coming. If they had told me there would be no one left, that we all came to those parties, bosses, pilots, sponsors, everyone, everyone. There were the 5 guys and I... I don't know, but it seemed ridiculous for us to gather to celebrate just ourselves. I thought it was a joke and that the others would come soon.
They never arrived... and shortly after, the guys started organizing a photo section, asking me to pose with them, one by one... After finishing the first round, we went on to the second, but this time I feared showing something more substantial, so my boobs could be seen...
The first round had passed, the second was coming, half-loaded, more for me since I'm quite a lightweight... So, very happy, I took off my bra and blouse, revealing my tits and nipples... Then I said... Don't ask for more.
The first photo with Seba went well, with Leo it was even more intense, because he put his hands around my breasts from behind at the moment of the flash...
Federico, bolder, wanted to see my bare breasts next to his face; Manuel posed kissing a nipple already hard; finally, Sergio wanted to take off my mini skirt, which after several minutes of struggling ended up who knows where, so I could pose with him wearing only my thong dental floss. They celebrated that big time.
Get naked... Come on...
- You're crazy, you.-
-I'm resisting the girl... So let's give her a lesson for her disobedience... Immediately they came at me, not listening to my pleas, took off my shoes and underwear, leaving me naked, already being kissed, licked, slapped with all sorts of high-sexuality touches and no respect.
The dirty comments, words, and things they said are those typical of bold boys, because from sexy girl slut to divine goddess... They told me everything. game, nothing more. But it started to go every time more, because my nipples were already being bitten, fingers were getting into my vulva and even some would put a finger in the back hole...... They lowered the music a bit, dimmed the lights, but increased their demands, because dancing in a circle, I was passing from arms to arms, to notice that each time they got more demanding.... until one of them pulled out his thing and rubbed it on my body. There, I understood that things were not going to be easy to handle, because they didn't seem to have brakes, my moral rubber was getting worn out, starting to lose braking liquid, but juices appeared in my crotch, a fruit of premature overheating. I decided to go to the boxes, slow down the speed, and ask them - what do you want from me.- - We want to screw you.
I'm so well-fucked. - It was like they had recharged my fuel, new tires, and back on the track... Because I left plowing and skidding between a sea of hands and pussies, that sucked left and right. My addiction to oral sex was totally covered, because those five put their tongues in my cave, making me scatter cries of pleasure. I couldn't say how many times I sucked and sucked, or in what order, if I knew soon I'd be there, on all fours, always with a hard cock making me moan when it went into my open vagina, with some cock hitting my back, without stopping to have a good portion inside my mouth. Never happened before, but I had gotten used to it suddenly, shaking my curves for them to enjoy my body, totally offered, ready to burn stages, round by round. I felt my legs weakening more and more due to my furious orgasms, weakening my forces... But before the machine stopped, one of them decided to push my humanity from behind, taking out furious cries of desperation as I felt them tearing up my bum. I know those ass cheeks are among the most watched in each race, that this bum of mine is desired by thousands, and now it was being drilled by the maintenance boys in a brutal way. The exhaust pipe often serves as an important element in achieving satisfaction. Times were free, there was no timer or order, some got off track quickly, others made laps and laps improving performances. The music was soft, the lights were those of dawn on that Chaco circuit, they exhausted, satisfied, but always gentle... I had gotten completely re-fucked all night. It was my debut celebration in the category.
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