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Cota/Mexico/Brazil 2024
With how dominant Ferrari seemed in Austin, you assumed you'd be seeing mostly red for three weeks.
You were very happy to be proven wrong.
Part 6 of One of the Boys
Warnings: smut, threesome, multiple threesomes in fact, six different partners in one fic whew, voyeurism?, brief double penetration, EIFFEL TOWER WITH THE FRENCH MEN Y'ALL, Pierre's canonically massive shlong, oral, shower sex, gaping and also Max having a weird kink at the end idk where that came from
The triple header was intense. In more ways than one.
COTA made you sore.
Well more accurately, Charles and Carlos made you sore after getting a Ferrari 1-2.
They decided to celebrate their success as teammates given that they didn't get such good results very often at the moment.
So they took turns with you.
Imagine getting passed around by your partners while they compete to see who can fuck you better and make you come harder.
They wrote their names on your thighs and put tally marks next to them every time they came inside you, until you were absolutely covered in tally marks and fucked out of your mind.
It was mind numbing, and when they finally let you sleep, the sun was almost up and you had flights to catch.
Luckily all three of you had booked a spot in the same private jet, along with a few other drivers.
Needless to say, they decided to continue the festivities on the jet, much to everyone else' displeasure.
The other drivers were hungover, and moody because of the noises coming from the private room at the back where you were getting your already abused cunt stretched by the two cocks that had beat them all in the race.
Mexico was looking pretty good once again for Ferrari, but Charles backed out of the celebrations because, and I quote “he had stuff to do”, which left you to the mercy of Carlos and Lando.
And mercy is one thing those two did not have.
When they got together it was chaos at the best of times.
But that night they bent you into shapes you didn't know you could manage.
Your favourite part was when they were standing and holding you up.
Carlos held you up by your thighs, keeping them spread with your back to his chest while he buried himself in your ass.
At first Lando was down on his knees, lapping at your drooling cunt while Carlos' balls slapped against his chin every time he thrust into you.
But once he'd quenched his thirst he stood up and slid into your tight heat, the pressure against your walls making you see stars as they bounced you on their cocks.
It was just as exhausting as the week before, the two of them obviously having unreal stamina.
You limped around that week, taking it easy and doing your best to recover for Brazil.
Practice was fine. Sprint quali was… well it was.
Then the sprint happened. It was chaotic and everyone was exhausted given the circumstances, and the hours of waiting under the rain for qualifying to start was not helping the collective mood.
Everyone went to bed equal parts frustrated and relieved that It was happening in the morning.
Qualifying came and went.
No comment.
The race? Well it was anyone's game really.
You bit your nails anxiously as you watched everyone slide off the track and/or crash. Not a single driver was safe from the disastrous track conditions.
Max came to see you during the last red flag.
“I'm going to get that fucking win” he said, holding you in his arms possessively. “I'm going to win this fucking race and then I'll get you all to myself tonight”
“Now now, Max.” you chided “you still have an Alpine to get past, and although I’m sure you will, if Pierre and Esteban both end up on the podium, I am definitely going to give them a reward”
Max scowled, and tried to argue, but you managed to convince him by promising that if he could be a good boy and watch silently, you’d give him his own private reward afterwards.
Besides… your body, your choice. And your boys always respected that.
Well, Max winning the race was a shock to most people, given where he started, but not to you. You knew he would do anything to get what he wanted.
And what he wanted was you.
That much was obvious the moment you opened your door and found him standing there, ready to pounce on you.
“Patience, Max. Let the Frenchmen have their turn” you smirked and led him over to his cuck chair.
You didn’t wait long for the others to arrive, they were just as eager as Max to get things rolling.
Pierre led you to the bed, sitting you down on it while he unbuckled his belt, eager to have your mouth on him.
You salivated at the sight of his cock, of which the rumours couldn't do justice.
You sucked on his tip gently, taking more of him every time his hips bucked involuntarily.
“I've always wanted to know what you'd look like with your mouth around my cock. And fuck- you're amazing”
He tipped his head back in pleasure as he got closer to the edge surprisingly quickly.
Esteban was behind him, slowly getting undressed while smirking at Max, who was still waiting patiently in the chair, with an obvious tent in his pants.
You were pulled off Pierre's cock by Este' hand in your hair and you heaved in a breath of air.
Pierre helped undress you and got you on all fours between them.
“Have you ever been to Paris?” Pierre whispered from behind while he was draped over your body, and Esteban chuckled.
You let out a huff as he inserted two fingers inside your embarrassingly wet cunt.
“If that's a joke about the Eiffel tower, don't bother Pierre, I've heard it all before”
Pierre added a third finger before responding.
“Then let me tell you that we will not go easy on you…”
His thick digits were stroking the deepest parts of you, and you could feel yourself slowly losing the ability to speak.
Before long, Pierre was rubbing himself against you and you squirmed as he brushed over your still slightly sore clit.
When he pushed the tip in you knew you were a goner.
It was already stretching you out and he barely had an inch inside you.
Slowly he fit his entire length inside you and stayed like that as he felt your walls pulsing around him.
“Jesus” you choked out “You're so deep…”
Pierre chuckled evilly and rolled his hips as you shuddered with the pleasure of the intense stretch.
Esteban brought your chin up to look at him and he rubbed his tip over your lips, the taste of his precum hitting your senses and you moaned, opening your mouth so he could slide his own cock in.
Contrary to Pierre's words from before, they were being extremely gentle with you. Esteban was careful not to choke you and Pierre's languid thrusts were slow and deliberate, and were driving you utterly insane with need.
As your orgasm crept up on you, you started rocking back and forth between the two Frenchmen, whining desperately as your body started shaking.
“Look at you.. so desperate for cock” Esteban cooed while he stroked your cheek tenderly.
“I can feel you clenching around me baby, I know you're close, you can let go for me” Pierre said and you did just that, creaming around him while his thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as he approached his own orgasm.
Max was not having a good time.
Well, that's half a lie, he was scowling angrily at the others, but his hand was squeezing his cock through his pants, which were becoming unbearably tight at the moment.
He’d never seen Esteban or Pierre in action, but he had to admit you looked very good between them, and they were obviously very good at reading your body despite having had little to no experience with you.
Pierre slid out of you gently and the sound was obscene as your abused cunt struggled to keep him inside.
He fisted his cock hard and fast over you, staring at your twitching hole with an intensity that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“My god, I really stretched you out, you’re gaping” he groaned, and came in spurts all over your thighs and puffy, quivering mess of a cunt.
Esteban came in your mouth shortly after, cursing in French and muttering something about your mouth being absolute heaven.
Pierre dragged a couple of fingers through the mess, and brought them to your lips, which you eagerly parted to suck on the mix of his and your cum.
“Fucking hell… such a good girl” he glanced over at Max “I could do this all night… but I think Max might actually kill us if we stay much longer”
You glanced at the man in the corner, and he indeed looked like he wanted nothing more than to kick the other two out.
You giggled at him softly and beckoned him over while Pierre and Esteban got dressed.
He sat next to you, putting a warm hand on your thigh and asked if you were alright.
“Absolutely” you winked at the two men behind him then pulled Max in for a heated kiss.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower now. Join me?” you asked cheekily, getting up to give the Frenchmen a goodbye kiss each, while they ogled your naked body.
“Beautiful as always” Esteban smiled and Pierre rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, she’s a goddess, now let’s go before we get our necks broken”
You laughed as they walked over to the door, sending you flying kisses before disappearing through it.
Within a second of it being shut, Max’s body pressed against yours from behind.
“Why don’t I help you clean up, hmm?”
You turned around in his arms and grinned up at him.
“With pleasure”
What followed was possibly the softest sex you’d ever had.
Max lathered you up, washing all the cum and sweat off your body before turning you around against the glass door and pressing you against it.
“I need you so bad, schat” he groaned as you spread your legs and arched your back towards him.
“Then have me Max, I’m all yours”
He moaned as he slipped inside you with barely any resistance.
“Fuck! Pierre was right, you’re so loose…”
Despite all the negative connotations around being loose down there, Max seemed to find it incredibly hot as he whined into the back of your neck.
He thrusted in and out of you slowly as his hips shook with the effort of holding himself back from pounding into you with all his might. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.
“I’m not- fuck, I’m not going to last long schat… this is so…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, instead using his remaining brain power to slide a hand down your body to circle your clit with mind blowing precision.
“Max, fuck-” you panted, the angle of his hips making his cock rub against that spot that left you breathless every single time. He knew your body like none of the other drivers ever could.
You both came together, panting against the glass and moaning as he filled you up to the brim, only for his cum to leak out of you immediately with how stretched out you were.
Max tried pushing it back in with his fingers but he groaned when he realised he could slip four of them inside easily.
“Give me a minute and I can go again, my god…” he sounded out of breath.
“Maaax…” you huffed “I don’t think I can come again after that”
He laughed and pulled his hand away “I know sweetheart, I was joking” he kissed the back of your neck sweetly before turning the water off and getting out to grab a towel for you.
You both dried off quickly and slipped into bed, curled up in each other’s arms contentedly.
Neither of you said much, until you were half unconscious and Max muttered the most unhinged sentence ever.
“Do you think next time I win, I could try getting my whole fist inside you?”
“Jesus Christ Max! You need to warn me before you say things like that” you gasped as you slapped his chest lightly.
“You didn’t answer my question” he reiterated once you’d settled back down in his arms.
You sighed.
“Go to sleep, Max. We can discuss your next prize if and when you win again”
Max huffed out a laugh and tightened his hold around your body.
“Brat”