We were in Resistencia-Chaco, all my teammates, the maintenance team, logistics, mechanics, and everyone else.
We won and we also made the 1-2 because Matías got first place, and Mariano came in second. That gave us more than enough reasons to celebrate big time. We always do that, but now that we're having a great moment given the performance difference of our formidable Toyotas.
We'll be at 23 o'clock in the big tent next to the main trailer, so we resolved with the girls that despite the intense days 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 shiny motorcycle since the racetrack is a bit far away. It cost me to get settled 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 the retreat, and only in our bunker had illumination, strong music with an evident party atmosphere.
We found Seba at the door, who said we were expected inside. We entered, the music filled the atmosphere, the lights illuminated the entrance but didn't let us see what was inside, so I was half-blindly advancing with my back against Leo's.
The large armchairs and sofa beds were set in a circle around the folding mouse table. I didn't see my girlfriends, so I thought... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself too much. Already at the entrance, Jorge handed me a full glass, refreshing, rich, something with high ethyl value.
Hello to the other three guys, Sergio, Manuel and Federico, asking about the rest.
We're all said Leo, we five and you are going to make the party
It's a joke, right?
No, for nothing...... that's exactly what we programmed.
I wasn't getting out of my amazement, incredulous about what I was living, because if it was true, the girls didn't warn me that they weren't coming after having told me not to miss it, that we all came to those parties, bosses, pilots, sponsors, everyone, everyone. There were the 5 guys and me... I don't know, but it seemed ridiculous to get together to celebrate just us. I thought it was a joke and that the others would come soon.
They never arrived... and soon the boys were organizing a photo section, asking me to pose with them one by one.... After finishing the first round, we're going for the other one, but this time you're afraid to show something more substantial, i.e. that your boobs can be seen...
The first round of drinks had passed, the second was half-loaded, more for me since I'm pretty laid-back.... So very happy, I took off my bra for the first photo.... But they weren't satisfied, they wanted me to do it without a bra, so that the merchandise would be noticeable...... I turned around, took off the bra and my blouse showed my tits and you could see my nipples...... So I said... Don't ask for more.
The first photo with Seba was fine, with Leo it was more intense because he put himself behind me, wrapping my breasts with his hands at the moment of the flash... Federico, bolder, managed to get my bare breasts seen next to his face; Manuel posed kissing a nipple already erect; 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 tiny dental floss thong. They celebrated that big time.
Get into balls... Give it.
You're crazy, you!
Hey, the girl is resisting... so let's teach her a lesson for her disobedience... then they came at me, not listening to my pleas, took off my shoe, underwear, leaving me naked, already being made into kisses, licks, slaps, and all kinds of very sexual and disrespectful touchings.
The dirty comments, words and things they said to me are those of bold boys because from a sexy girl slut to a divine goddess... They told me everything.
- Maybe it was the drink, or my light-headed head. That seemed like a game, nothing more. But it started to go on and on, because already my nipples were being bitten, fingers were getting into my vulva and even some were putting a finger in my back hole……
They lowered the music, 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 were getting more demanding... until some of them would take out theirs and rub it on my body.
There I understood that the thing wasn't going to be easy to handle because they didn't seem to have brakes, my moral rubber was getting worn out from starting to lose brake fluid, but juices appeared in my groin, a fruit of premature overheating.
I decided to go to boxers, slowed down speed, and asked them
- what do you want from me?
We want to fuck you,
Well felt up.
It was like they had recharged my fuel, new tires and back on the track... Because I came out sliding and skidding through a sea of hands and blowjobs, sucking left and right.
My addiction to oral sex was totally covered because the five of them put their tongues in my cave, making me scatter cries of pleasure.
I couldn't say how many times he sucked and sucked, nor in what order, since I knew he was coming soon, on all fours, always with a hard cock making me moan when it entered my open vagina, with some cock hitting my back, without stopping to have a good portion inside my mouth. It had never happened to me before, but I had gotten drunk suddenly, shaking my curves so they could enjoy my body, totally offered, ready to burn stages, round after round.
I felt my legs weakening more and more due to my furious orgasms, debilitating my forces... But before the machine stopped, one of them decided to push my humanity from behind, making me scream furiously with desperation as I felt myself being ripped apart. I know those buttocks are among the most viewed in each race, that this bum of mine is desired by thousands, and now I was being brutalized by the maintenance boys in a way. The escape pipe often serves as an important element in achieving satisfaction.
The times were free, there was no timer nor order, some would leave the track quickly, others would make laps and laps improving their performances.
The music was soft, the lights were those of dawn on that Chaco circuit, they exhausted, satisfied, but always affectionate, treating me softly......I had gotten completely caught up all night. It was my debut celebration in the category.
We won and we also made the 1-2 because Matías got first place, and Mariano came in second. That gave us more than enough reasons to celebrate big time. We always do that, but now that we're having a great moment given the performance difference of our formidable Toyotas.
We'll be at 23 o'clock in the big tent next to the main trailer, so we resolved with the girls that despite the intense days 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 shiny motorcycle since the racetrack is a bit far away. It cost me to get settled 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 the retreat, and only in our bunker had illumination, strong music with an evident party atmosphere.
We found Seba at the door, who said we were expected inside. We entered, the music filled the atmosphere, the lights illuminated the entrance but didn't let us see what was inside, so I was half-blindly advancing with my back against Leo's.
The large armchairs and sofa beds were set in a circle around the folding mouse table. I didn't see my girlfriends, so I thought... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself too much. Already at the entrance, Jorge handed me a full glass, refreshing, rich, something with high ethyl value.
Hello to the other three guys, Sergio, Manuel and Federico, asking about the rest.
We're all said Leo, we five and you are going to make the party
It's a joke, right?
No, for nothing...... that's exactly what we programmed.
I wasn't getting out of my amazement, incredulous about what I was living, because if it was true, the girls didn't warn me that they weren't coming after having told me not to miss it, that we all came to those parties, bosses, pilots, sponsors, everyone, everyone. There were the 5 guys and me... I don't know, but it seemed ridiculous to get together to celebrate just us. I thought it was a joke and that the others would come soon.
They never arrived... and soon the boys were organizing a photo section, asking me to pose with them one by one.... After finishing the first round, we're going for the other one, but this time you're afraid to show something more substantial, i.e. that your boobs can be seen...
The first round of drinks had passed, the second was half-loaded, more for me since I'm pretty laid-back.... So very happy, I took off my bra for the first photo.... But they weren't satisfied, they wanted me to do it without a bra, so that the merchandise would be noticeable...... I turned around, took off the bra and my blouse showed my tits and you could see my nipples...... So I said... Don't ask for more.
The first photo with Seba was fine, with Leo it was more intense because he put himself behind me, wrapping my breasts with his hands at the moment of the flash... Federico, bolder, managed to get my bare breasts seen next to his face; Manuel posed kissing a nipple already erect; 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 tiny dental floss thong. They celebrated that big time.
Get into balls... Give it.
You're crazy, you!
Hey, the girl is resisting... so let's teach her a lesson for her disobedience... then they came at me, not listening to my pleas, took off my shoe, underwear, leaving me naked, already being made into kisses, licks, slaps, and all kinds of very sexual and disrespectful touchings.
The dirty comments, words and things they said to me are those of bold boys because from a sexy girl slut to a divine goddess... They told me everything.
- Maybe it was the drink, or my light-headed head. That seemed like a game, nothing more. But it started to go on and on, because already my nipples were being bitten, fingers were getting into my vulva and even some were putting a finger in my back hole……
They lowered the music, 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 were getting more demanding... until some of them would take out theirs and rub it on my body.
There I understood that the thing wasn't going to be easy to handle because they didn't seem to have brakes, my moral rubber was getting worn out from starting to lose brake fluid, but juices appeared in my groin, a fruit of premature overheating.
I decided to go to boxers, slowed down speed, and asked them
- what do you want from me?
We want to fuck you,
Well felt up.
It was like they had recharged my fuel, new tires and back on the track... Because I came out sliding and skidding through a sea of hands and blowjobs, sucking left and right.
My addiction to oral sex was totally covered because the five of them put their tongues in my cave, making me scatter cries of pleasure.
I couldn't say how many times he sucked and sucked, nor in what order, since I knew he was coming soon, on all fours, always with a hard cock making me moan when it entered my open vagina, with some cock hitting my back, without stopping to have a good portion inside my mouth. It had never happened to me before, but I had gotten drunk suddenly, shaking my curves so they could enjoy my body, totally offered, ready to burn stages, round after round.
I felt my legs weakening more and more due to my furious orgasms, debilitating my forces... But before the machine stopped, one of them decided to push my humanity from behind, making me scream furiously with desperation as I felt myself being ripped apart. I know those buttocks are among the most viewed in each race, that this bum of mine is desired by thousands, and now I was being brutalized by the maintenance boys in a way. The escape pipe often serves as an important element in achieving satisfaction.
The times were free, there was no timer nor order, some would leave the track quickly, others would make laps and laps improving their performances.
The music was soft, the lights were those of dawn on that Chaco circuit, they exhausted, satisfied, but always affectionate, treating me softly......I had gotten completely caught up all night. It was my debut celebration in the category.
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