#pierre thots

Pierre wasn't gonna give anyone the satisfaction of forgetting his well deserved podium. He was going to have you, he deserved it.

And although you hated the word, you did agree with the sentiment.

He found you, hanging around and waiting for the paddock to slowly empty of the crowds.

When you caught his eye, you immediately knew what he wanted. He nodded toward the Alpine motorhome and you gladly followed his lead.

You needed extensive prep, courtesy of his very much above average sized dick, which was already straining the fabric of his suit at the promise of getting to have you after so long.

His thick fingers spread you, and his mouth made contact with your inner thighs, in a gentle kiss.

He was going to savour this.

Propped on the edge of his massage table, eyes locked on his, you were shivering in anticipation despite the heat of Monaco.

Two fingers pushed in once you were wet enough, and the way he curled them ripped a groan out of you.

Then a third finger, which, despite his hands not being the biggest, was quite a stretch.

Once he was satisfied he'd fit, he hurriedly got undressed and repositioned himself at your entrance, hands grasping your hips in a last-ditch effort to not lose his mind.

He sank in slowly, praying to all the gods that you wouldn't tell him to stop, and when he realised his hips were flush with yours it was all he could do to hold himself back.

"Fuck" he breathed. "You take me so well..."

It was slow to start with, getting you used to the stretch, and only after a while could he pick up a little speed and rhythm.

He couldn't slam into like he wanted for fear of hurting you, but he wasn't complaining when you felt so perfect and slick around him.

The noises spilling from your lips spurred him on, and his brain almost shut down entirely when you grabbed the back of his neck and gasped "You feel so big..." before kissing him like you were starving.

He was already out of breath, and your words certainly weren't helping his composure.

He loomed over you and pushed you down flat on your back, and his eyes immediately fell on the slight bump on your lower belly.

He put your hand on it, under his soft palm and you both moaned in unison.

"You feel me?"

You nodded, and you felt the shift. The way his eyes became darker and his hips stuttered as he angled them slightly differently.

Your moans grew in pitch and his hands went back to your hips to steady himself, and pull you back towards his thrusts.

"Pierre-" he knew that specific tone, you were close, so he changed nothing, keeping the exact same pace and pressure until you were gripping the edge of the table for dear life and coming with a muffled sob.

He wasn't far off either. He waited until you were satisfied and overstimulated to pull out and come all over your puffy cunt, coating it and your inner thighs before rubbing the tips of his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you.

You moaned weakly and he groaned. "You're gaping..."

You chuckled. "Don't go getting a big head"

"I already have a big head" he smirked.

"And you deserve it. A podium in an Alpine, huh?"

He laughed and helped you off the table to clean up in the shower.

"Got any plans after this?" he asked.

"I don't know. Haven't really given it much thought yet"

You needed to see if you had any messaged, if there were any eager mouths to feed, so to speak.

And one message popped up on your phone when you looked. It was Isack, and apparently he was with Kimi, and he was the only one of the two who had the balls to text you.

Understandable, given the predicament Kimi had found himself in last week.

You joined them at the club, which was predictably packed with people who were apparently all eager to shower Kimi with praise. But when you showed up, he only had eyes for you, given the dress you were wearing. If you could even call it that. It was more like you'd wrapped a couple of silk scarves around your important bits and called it a day.

Him and Isack were on you within minutes. And when the drinks got stronger, and the songs got a little less house and a little more bass driven, the two drivers got closer, and soon you were sandwiched between them in a position that could only be considered indecent.

Isack was plastered to your back with his hands on your bare waist, while you had your arms around Kimi's neck, bringing him closer with every coordinated roll of your hips.

Thankfully, no one was paying you any mind, because Isack picked that moment to slide a palm under the fabric barely covering your thigh and felt you up properly. Of course your panties were already damp, and when it inevitably led to Isack slipping a finger inside you, he gasped.

"You've been busy, no?" he groaned into your ear. It was barely a stretch when he went straight to three inside. "You..."

Whatever he was going to say died on his tongue when he spotted Pierre making his way through the throng to join you.

"Good to see you can still walk." Pierre teased, and although you couldn't see it, the look on Isack's face was literally the pikachu meme.

He knew what Pierre was packing, and he had just enough braincells to put two and two together.

Kimi was clueless, happy to give Pierre a fist bump and carry on humping you.

"You kids have fun, yeah?" the frenchman winked, and disappeared again.

You rolled your eyes, and Kimi suddenly noticed Isack's hand between your bodies. "Do you want to get out of here?"

You and Isack nodded at the same time.

You followed Kimi outside, not missing the way Isack discreetly brought his fingers to his lips to clean them of your juices.

The hotel was only a couple of minutes away, but it felt like an eternity as you had to bat their hands away to stop them from doing something stupid like fucking you in the street and causing an incident.

Once in the room, the anticipation was killing the three of you, so you got naked as quick as you could and got on the bed with them.

It wasn't long before Kimi was spreading your legs and realising what Isack was talking about earlier. You were still so loose that he just gasped and shoved his tongue in as deep as it would go.

As fun as he was with his mouth, you weren't in the mood for games right now.

"Would you like to fuck me both at the same time?" You batted your lashes at Isack, and you suddenly realised how heavy your eyes felt. The alcohol was catching up to you and making you a little sluggish.

Kimi and Isack were a little red in the face, but they readily agreed.

As expected, when Kimi's cock breached you, it wasn't much of a stretch. He was lying under you, with Isack hovering behind you waiting to slide in next to his gridmate.

When he did, it was definitely a stretch. No offense to Kimi, but Isack was quite a bit thicker, and you could absolutely feel the difference.

It took some doing, but finally they were both flush inside you, and there was no doubt your inebriated states were probably making this easier. You were relaxed, so the two of them were free to move immediately and the feeling made your legs wobble.

Like this they could reach all the spots. Everything inside you was being stimulated, and you felt so full it was hard to keep yourself upright.

Thankfully Isack felt you start to slump so he wrapped an arm around you and splayed his fingers across your chest you hold you up.

They panted and groaned with how tight and wet you were, and how easily you were taking them.

The alcohol must have been affecting them aswell, because they were lasting longer than you would've expected. They just kept going, and going. You could've been there for hours for all you knew.

It felt incredible, your insides were melting and it was almost a surprise when an orgasm built and crashed over you so strongly your whole body gave out, and even Isack could hold you up as he followed and half-slumped over your back as he promptly lost control.

"My god..." Isack admired the way you tried to clench around nothing, but you were still open and leaking uncontrollably.

Kimi apparently came too, because the sheer quantity of cum leaking out of you was obscene. It coated your thighs and dripped onto Kimi's skin under you, and the two of them pulled out with a squelch.

Kimi looked utterly dazed and he looked so cute you couldn't help kissing him.

He couldn't resist, he dipped a finger inside, and trailed it around your puffy lips, making you tense. You felt raw, and it almost tickled your oversensitive skin.

"You look good like this..." then his finger slid higher, over your perineum to your ass.

He applied the lightest pressure against your rim, then released.

"Can I?"

You snorted, kneeling back upright to look at him.

"Get another podium, or a win, then we'll talk"

"Why shower when we're just going to make you dirty again?"

He whined and you climbed off Kimi to make your way to the bathroom.

You turned and they were wearing matching salacious smiles.

Hip cocked, you rolled your eyes. "Why not just follow me into the shower instead of risking a cleaning fee?"

Their brows jumped.

Then they jumped, and all but dragged you into bathroom.

He never really knew what it was, but as a teen he'd had more than one dirty fantasy about the nuns that used to roam about in his private catholic school, and when he went to church with his parents he could never focus on the prayers, always staring at the long black robes, wondering if he'd ever be able to get a peek under one of those habits.

He was a grown man now, and he had told you that one day while drunk after a race.

He was your best friend, and he was hot, and you’d been trying to get him to fuck you forever.

There was an underlying tension between you two with every interaction.

His hands lingered when you hugged, and he was very possessive whenever other men were around you, but he never made the extra step to cross the line of your friendship.

But with halloween coming up in a few days, and a party that was promising to be wild, if Charles Leclerc had anything to say about it, you finally had an opportunity to make him crack.

And crack he fucking did.

Pierre had always tried to be respectful, never crossing the boundaries of you friendship if he could help it. But you were the hottest person he'd ever seen, and it always took every ounce of self control he had to not pounce on you.

So tonight when he saw you walk in, late, wearing a slutty version of a nun's robe, all the blood in his body rushed to his dick and stayed there.

It wasn't a short copy like most of the ones you see in costume stores, it was long enough to cover you completely, but it was tight.

It hugged your curves so perfectly, even a weak man would fall to his knees begging in prayer.

You grinned and poked him in the ribs as soon as you found him at the drinks table.

“You like my outfit?” you couldn't help but bite your lip to stop yourself grinning too much.

Unfortunately that just made Pierre's eyes dart to your lips and he gulped.

“You did this on purpose didn't you?”

“Yup” You popped the ‘p’ and looked him up and down.

He was wearing a pikachu onesie.

“And you made absolutely no effort whatsoever”

He took a sip of his drink and shrugged, still eyeing you up and down.

He would give anything to rip that thing off you right there and then.

“I'm not a very imaginative person” he mumbled.

You smirked. He’d just given you another opportunity to torture him.

“Really? Well… if you can imagine what colour lingerie I have on under my costume, I might let you take it off later.” You winked and sauntered off with your drink, making sure you swayed your hips enticingly as he watched you walk away, gobsmacked at your boldness.

And he was harder than ever.

He indeed was not an imaginative person, but his brain was working overtime trying to picture you in sets of every colour, wondering which one you had gone for.

During the evening he kept creeping up behind you and whispering random colours into your ear.

Every single time you giggled, shaking your head and walked away from him, leaving him whining and increasingly desperate.

Once everyone was pretty drunk, and Pierre was sitting on the sofa, on his own, nursing a drink and wondering how he hadn't got the right colour yet after guessing at least 20 different ones.

He'd gone through the rainbow, the pastels, even all the official team colours to be safe. Alpine blue? Williams blue? Papaya? Rosso Corsa? Nothing. Nada.

You spotted him alone and made your way over, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What's the matter, Pierre? You're not giving up are you?”

He groaned and put his hands on your hips.

“I don't know, I've done every colour I know. I don't care if I don't get to see it, I just need to know. Please”

He was begging so beautifully, how could you possibly tease him any longer?

You put a hand over one of his and slid it down your back slowly, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“It was a trick question, Pierre”  his breath hitched when his hand slid over your ass and felt… nothing.

You took his other hand and slid it upward to cup your breast and he also didn't feel anything under the thin material of the dress.

“I'm not wearing anything underneath”

Your breath hit his cheek and his brain went completely blank.

He'd seen every sort of lingerie under the sun, most of his exes being models. But your naked body? That was too much for his poor brain to handle as he stayed frozen, even when you stood up and held his face gently.

“Oh well… better luck next time”

You tapped his cheek, face feigning sympathy, and pulled away, walking over to Charles who was pouring someone a drink.

Before you were able to take more than two steps however, you felt hands circle your waist and steer you in a different direction.

He lead you straight to the bathroom, shoved you against the sink and locked the door behind him.

“Quite ironic” he said, crowding you against the sink, both of you facing the mirror as one of his hands came up to wrap in your hair and pull your head back roughly “a whore dressing like a nun…”

He roughly pulled your dress up over your ass and gave it a harsh spank, making you squirm in his grasp.

“You've been a bad girl. Now beg for forgiveness”

He spanked you again, and you whined loudly as your legs buckled, so he had to bend you over the sink so you wouldn't fall.

You moaned when he spanked you again, much harder.

“Looks like the harder I go, the wetter you get” he chuckled, fingers playing with your folds, occasionally dipping one inside you or sliding over your clit.

But he didn't seem to be working towards any sort of goal, he was just... playing with you.

When the teasing got too much you cracked.

“I'm sorry! Please, Pierre I need you” you whimpered but he wasn't satisfied.

He spanked you again, and this time the pain didn't quite subside.

“Pierre, I'm sorry! I wont do it again just please fuck me, please, please…”

He dipped his fingers inside you leisurely, taking his time wetting them.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you begged him for something, anything, and he watched you in the mirror, intense eyes focused on the way your eyebrows scrunched together with the pain and pleasure

The sound of him unzipping his onesie met your ears and you sighed a breath of relief at finally getting what you wanted.

“Thank you! Thank yo-mmf!” he’d grabbed a hand towel from the side and stuffed it in your mouth.

You groaned in protest but he shut you up by pushing a wet finger into your other hole.

“Trust me, you're going to need the towel. You don't want everyone outside hearing how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You moaned and he slid another finger into your ass and started thrusting them in and out gently. He spat on his fingers to make the slide better, and you whimpered into the gag.

Once he was satisfied that you wouldn't get hurt, he rubbed his cock through your folds to get himself wet enough, then popped his tip in your tight rim.

His tip was already a stretch, and you'd guessed at how big he must be by the bulge in his underwear.

You whimpered, looking up at him with wet eyes and he slid into you to the hilt.

Your hips bucked forwards, trying to escape the intense stretch, but there was nowhere to go as he just pressed you harder against the counter.

He groaned, feeling you pulse around him, trying to hold himself back.

That didn't last long though, in no time he was thrusting into you, harder and harder as you wailed into the gag.

Indeed, without it, everyone in Charles' apartment would have been able to hear you

You felt so full, yet so empty as your cunt fluttered around nothing, dripping slick down your thighs.

Pierre grunted every time he slammed into you, muttering about how good you were, your ass taking his cock so perfectly.

“You though I was going to fuck this pretty little pussy, hmm?”

His thumb hovered over your clit, barely grazing it, but it was enough to make you insane with need.

You nodded desperately, hoping he would be merciful, but he just kept up his relentless pace.

“I told you, you've been a bad girl, and bad girls don't deserve to have their pussy filled”

You weren't really complaining, the slide of his cock against your inner walls was plenty stimulating, and you could feel the beginnings of an orgasm simmering somewhere in you loins.

“I will give you a small mercy though” he growled into your ear as he leaned over you. “I will let you come, just because I really need to know what you look like when you come on my cock.”

His thumb pressed harder on your clit, sliding around with how much wetness was leaking out of you, and your whole body trembled with the need for release.

“Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and come when I ask you to?” the look on his face was pure evil as you did your best to look at him in the mirror while nodding.

The pleasure was mounting inside you and you felt like you were going to explode any second.

“Go ahead then, be a good slut and come for me”

Your eyes rolled back and you screamed into the gag as the pleasure overwhelmed your body.

His fingers were working overtime rubbing over your clit as you spasmed around him and wetness dripped down your legs and onto his thighs.

His hands landed on either side of your head against the mirror as his hips bucked and he filled you up, the sight of your body going limp underneath him short-circuiting his brain.

He eventually slowed to a stop and stayed there for a minute as you breathed together.

Once you'd both recovered enough to move, he gently pulled the towel out of your mouth and used the dry part to clean you up, taking special care not to overstimulate you.

Once he was done, you pulled your dress back down and he put his ridiculous onesie back on.

He was avoiding your gaze, obviously scared of having ruined your friendship or something so you decided to diffuse the tension.

“Well…” you started, the silence overwhelming you as he shuffled around awkwardly.

Liam wasn't participating, given his status as a reserve driver (although that didn't stop fucking Danny Ric being payed millions in sponsorship deals for it but whatever), but he was still glad to be able to spend time with his potential future teammates. So him and his gossip-pal Yuki were eating lunch when he spotted a dark bruise just peaking out from the top of Yuki's shirt.

Liam smirked, remembering the time he accidentally walked in on Yuki and Pierre in a maintenance closet while looking for the bathroom.

“So how are things going with Pierre?” he asked innocently.

“Good, good. He misses being teammates, this year's alpine sucks.”

Liam hummed in agreement, it really does.

“And how many people know about the two of you now?” he asked through a mouthful of lettuce.

Yuki thought about it for a second.

“I don't know... Pierre has probably told half the paddock. And he isn't exactly discreet with his social media and everything...”

That's an understatement, Liam thought. When the two were teammates, seeing them on top of each other (whether it was while filming challenges or catching them in their driver's rooms) was business as usual around the VCARB and RB teams. It was Yuki and Pierre, Pierre and Yuki, the inseparable duo. It was the norm.

What turned Liam's world on its axis however, is when Yuki’s current teammate Nyck walked in and they stood up to greet him with hugs. Nyck hugged him first, perfectly normally, and then when it was Yuki's turn, he grabbed Yuki's ass, gave it a firm slap, winked at him and sauntered off.

Yuki just sat down and resumed eating like nothing was out of the ordinary, not noticing Liam having a standing internal crisis.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What?” Yuki deadpanned.

“Fucking Nyck slapping your arse and winking at you?! Is there something going on between you two?”

Yuki smirked as he chewed. “Yeah, who do you think gave me this?” He pointed to the bruise on his neck, “Pierre only bites below the belt, if you know what I mean”

That was an image Liam was never going to get out of his head.

“But what about P...wait you’re fucking BOTH OF THEM?!”

There was no way Liam hadn't been heard a mile away but Yuki shushed him anyway and pulled him back down into his seat.

“Yes I'm seeing both of them but don't shout it so loud!”

Yuki's mind briefly flashed back to the night before.

Nyck's hands digging into the meat of his thighs as he pounded into him from below, mouth wandering over his nipples and deliciously defined pecs, settling onto his neck to suck a nice dark bruise into it as they both came together for the second time that night. Yuki’s prostate being abused over and over again as the two men used their incredible stamina to their advantage in the shitty hotel they were put up in.

Once the sheets were ruined and they ensured that the team would get a hefty extra clean-up fee, they collapsed, sweaty bodies tangled in a heap of intertwined limbs.

The pair of them were very flexible, and very experimental in bed, which they had discovered after a drunken night in a club, where Yuki had dared Nyck that if he could touch his toes without bending his knees, Yuki would suck his dick. It was clearly just an excuse to get into Nyck's pants, but they ended up at their hotel anyway, Yuki on his knees as Nyck gripped his hair, cock bruising the back of his throat while he-

Yuki was rudely brought of his daydream by Liam's fingers snapping in front his face.

“Oi! Yuki! Why didn't you tell me about this?! Holy shit this is huge!”

“He is actually, almost as big as Pierre” Yuki said.

Liam's eyes widened and he gasped. “Oh my god Yuki-“ he slapped his arm and they both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“But wait! Does Pierre know about this?”

Yuki smirked again and nodded, as his mind wandered back to a couple of months prior, the first time he'd told Pierre about his attraction to Nyck.

He'd become an entirely different person that night, a predatory lilt to his voice as he teased Yuki mercilessly and proceeded to dirty talk him through several orgasms, his thick cock buried inside the younger man, completely still, as Yuki writhed on the bed, begging for release.

“You want Nyck to watch you come undone on my cock, Yuki?”

Poor Yuki was trembling under him at this point, neglected cock pressed into the sheets, making a mess.

“Or do you want him to fuck you like the insatiable whore you are?”

That's when he fell apart at the seams, the thought of getting railed by Nyck too much for him as he soaked the sheets, over and over again, as Pierre split him open, whispering all the things he could do to him in his ear.

Pierre was happy to share Yuki, because he knew nobody could compare to him. And he reminded him of it constantly, indeed ‘marking him under the belt’ as Yuki put it, to show anyone who Yuki managed to seduce, that he belonged to Pierre, and would always come back to him, no matter how good they fucked him.

“Oh yes!” Yuki laughed “Pierre knows. And he's more than happy that I have a teammate I can rely on when he is not there”

Liam hummed, various images flashing through his mind. And he wasn't sure whether he wanted them or not...

“And is Nyck fine with Pierre?”

Yuki giggled. “Let's just say, whenever either of them get jealous, they sort it out between themselves”

Yuki was lying in bed on his phone, just about ready to go to sleep, when he got a facetime call from Nyck. That was unusual, he never called him, especially not at night.

Yuki answered the call, expecting a tired looking Nyck in need of a chat, but instead the sight that greeted him was enough to make him drop his phone in shock.

Nyck’s face was buried in a pillow, his ass in the air as Pierre rammed his impossibly thick cock into him. Yuki's ears were ringing, but he didn't miss the way Nyck wailed every time Pierre hit his prostate dead on.

Then Pierre looked up, straight into the camera and Yuki’s dick throbbed.

“This is the Nyck you told me about? The one you said gave you carpet burns from being rough with you?”

Yuki gulped. Nyck tried to prop himself up to speak but Pierre grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into the pillows roughly and held him there, picking up the pace with his hips.

Nyck came not long after, wailing into the pillows, and Pierre yanked him up by the hair, making him face the camera, tears and drool running down his face and chest. Yuki noticed quite a few marks along his body, hickeys, scratches and bites. What on earth had the two been doing.

“This is the man you claimed was enough to satisfy you when I'm not there?” Pierre continued, mouthing up and down Nyck's neck as he held him up against his chest, still pounding into the shorter man “Pathetic...”

“What- do they also fuck when you're not there?!” Liam asked, now fully invested in this unexpected turn of events, Yuki's schedule be damned.

“Yes they do” Yuki started packing up and got up from the table to put his paper plate in the trash.

“But if you're all into each other, excuse the pun... have you had any threesomes?” Liam’s eyes were wide while he waited for an answer with bated breath.

Yuki didn't know how he'd gotten himself into this situation, he really didn't. One minute they were out celebrating after a race, the next he was being folded in half between Pierre and Nyck, who were making out over his shoulder.

It was the hottest thing he'd ever been a part of, and that was saying something. Yuki wasn't exactly what you'd call vanilla.

He'd then found himself seated on Pierre's cock while Nyck guided his hips up and down at a brutal pace. After he'd already come once from that to loosen him up, Pierre made him lean forward so they could be chest to chest (and make out sloppily) while Nyck slid a finger in next to Pierre. Then two. The stretch was intense, but bearable as Nyck added lube with every finger.

When they deemed him ready, they repositioned Yuki so that he was lying with his back to Pierre, so that Nyck could see both of their faces when he slid inside.

And what a sight it was. Yuki cried out in pleasure and Pierre couldn't help rocking his hips inside Yuki while Nyck inched in slowly.

They felt like they were joined in more ways than one, the feeling so intense that Yuki came just from the intrusion. Nyck thrusted gently, equally affected by the sensations and came not long after, triggering Pierre's own orgasm and they shot rope after rope of cum deep inside their boyfriend...

“Yuki!! You're gonne be late for Lawrence, he’s waiting for you!” Yuki's assistant's voice shouted from outside.

“Well?!” Liam pushed, like an impatient child.

Yuki winked at Liam conspiratorially before wolfing down a cookie (his pathetic excuse for dessert). He stood up and walked towards the exit without a word.

It took Liam a few seconds for his brain to reboot and his mouth to start working again.

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.