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The fabric of the racing suit was still stuck to his body with sweat, carrying that unmistakable smell of burnt rubber, sour champagne, and pure adrenaline.
The door of the private motorhome hadn’t even locked properly before Max shoved Charles hard against the plywood, hard enough to make the hangers rattle in the wardrobe beside them. The impact knocked the air from Charles’s lungs, but he only answered with a short, breathy laugh, fingers tightening on Max’s waist and dragging him closer before a single word could be spoken.
There was no room for conversation. No room for media protocol, telemetry analysis, or pretending to respect each other in front of the cameras.
Max gripped Charles’s jaw with one hand, fingers digging in hard enough to make the smaller man moan against his mouth. The kiss was raw, messy, and aggressive—teeth clashing, tongues colliding with the same violence as the fight on track. Charles scraped his nails down Max’s neck, then slid his hands up to fist the damp blond hair at the nape and yank his head back. Instead of just nipping, Charles dragged his greedy mouth down the entire length of the Dutchman’s throat, sucking hard, biting the pale skin until deep purple marks bloomed one after another from jaw to the base of his neck. Every suck and every bite made Max tremble, his cunt already throbbing and soaking through his underwear just from the raw dominance. Charles moaned low against the marked skin, savouring the fact that he was branding Max completely, knowing those marks would show at the press conference the next day.
“You wanna fuck or keep staring at me like that on TV?” Max’s voice came out low and rough, brushing right against Charles’s ear as he yanked the zipper of the Monegasque’s suit all the way down in one sharp pull.
Charles didn’t answer. Instead he shoved his hand inside the waistband of Max’s trousers, pressing hard against the already wet, swollen cunt through the fabric until the Dutchman spat a curse in Dutch through clenched teeth. Charles’s fingers rubbed roughly over the swollen clit, feeling the fabric grow even wetter.
The sound of zippers and the rough noise of heavy fabric being shoved carelessly to the floor echoed through the cramped space. Max didn’t waste time; he just shoved Charles’s suit down to his knees and opened his own trousers, exposing his throbbing, glistening cunt. But it was Charles who took control of everything.
He grabbed Max’s blond hair and shoved him to his knees on the dirty floor of the motorhome. Without warning, without gentleness, he forced his thick, hard cock straight into the Dutchman’s mouth. Max choked immediately, eyes watering with pleasure as the broad head slammed deep into his throat. He loved it—the salty taste, the weight of Charles’s cock stretching his lips, the deliberate sensation of choking on purpose. Charles fucked his mouth without rhythm, just thrusting deep, holding his hair tight while Max drooled uncontrollably, saliva running down his chin, over the already marked neck, dripping onto his chest. Every time Max truly choked, throat convulsing around the thick cock, his cunt got wetter, slick running down his thighs. He moaned around the cock, the sound muffled and desperate, loving being used like that—freely, as if his only purpose in that moment was to swallow Charles’s cock until he could barely breathe.
“That’s it… swallow it all, slut,” Charles growled, pulling his cock out thick with spit and yanking Max back to his feet by the hair.
Without any preparation, Charles spun Max around and bent him over the cold granite counter. He shoved the suit down just far enough to free that pretty arse and the soaked cunt. He landed a hard slap on Max’s pale, perfect arse, the sharp sound echoing, the skin immediately flushing red. Max moaned loudly just from the slap. Charles gave two more, one on each cheek, appreciating the way the flesh jiggled and the way Max’s cunt clenched and leaked even more from the brutality.
“Look how wet you get when I treat you like this…” Charles murmured, lining the thick head of his cock up against the swollen entrance.
Without warning, without giving Max time to brace, Charles slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. Max cried out, a loud, broken moan that echoed through the motorhome, his cunt stretching and burning deliciously around the dry, brutal penetration. Charles didn’t give him time to adjust. He set a hard, relentless pace immediately, deep and fast strokes, the thick cock hammering Max’s most sensitive spot without mercy. With every thrust Max’s cunt got wetter, the filthy wet sounds filling the air, the Dutchman pushing back even as he moaned loudly, because he loved being used freely like that—no tenderness, no pause, just being fucked raw like a slut.
Charles kept marking Max’s neck while he fucked him, sucking and biting the already purple skin, layering more marks on top of the others, his free hand delivering firm spanks to that pretty arse with every harder thrust. Max trembled, forehead pressed to the mirror, moaning without restraint.
When Max started to get close, legs shaking, cunt clenching hard and whimpering loudly, almost crying from pleasure, Charles deliberately slowed down. He almost stopped completely, giving only slow, deep thrusts, then delivered a series of hard spanks to the arse and then straight onto the swollen, dripping cunt, the wet slap making Max scream.
“Behave. Stop being such a noisy slut,” Charles ordered, voice low and firm, giving another sharp slap to the cunt while Max whimpered and writhed. “You come when I say you can. Understood?”
Max nodded, whimpering more, cunt clenching desperately around the barely moving cock. Charles smiled against the marked neck and started fucking him hard again, the pace strong and merciless, not giving Max a second to adjust. With every thrust the cunt leaked more, the clit throbbing against the cold granite.
But the moment Max started trembling again, moans growing louder and more broken, Charles slowed once more. He almost stopped, just rolling the thick cock inside him, slow and deliberate, feeling Max’s cunt squeeze around him in useless spasms. Max writhed, trying to push his hips back, but Charles held him firmly.
“No… Charles, please…” Max whimpered, voice rough and wet with spit. “Keep going… fuck me properly…”
Charles laughed quietly, gave another slap to the already red arse, and without warning pulled out completely. The wet sound of the withdrawal made Max let out a loud, frustrated moan. His cunt stayed open, throbbing, dripping down his thigh, clenching around nothing while Max squirmed against the counter, trying to grind against the cold granite.
“Look at you…” Charles murmured, dragging the wet head of his cock back and forth over the swollen entrance without pushing back in. “Whining like a slut just because I pulled out. Beg properly.”
Max rocked his hips desperately, arse trembling, cunt trying to catch the cock Charles kept teasing at the edge.
“Please… put it back in… fuck me, Charles… I need it… let me come…” his voice broke, almost a sob. “Use my cunt… please…”
Charles delivered two more firm slaps to the soaked cunt, the filthy sound echoing, and only then slammed back in to the hilt in one go. Max screamed, his whole body arching. Charles fucked him hard for several minutes, the brutal pace making the counter shake, the cock slamming in and out, Max’s cunt growing wetter and louder.
When Max was almost there again, thigh muscles trembling, whimpering loudly and uncontrollably, Charles slowed once more. This time he pulled out completely again, gripping Max’s hips so he couldn’t grind against anything.
Max nearly cried for real. He writhed, arse presented, cunt open and pulsing in the air, thick strands of slick dripping.
“Charles… fuck… put it in… fuck me… I can’t take it anymore… let me come, please…” he begged, voice cracking, forehead thumping against the mirror. “Use it… use my cunt… I’m your slut… just fuck me again…”
Charles watched for a few seconds, savouring the spectacle of Max squirming and begging, before slamming back in hard, cock disappearing to the balls in one thrust. This time he didn’t stop. He set a wild, deep, relentless rhythm, every stroke making Max scream.
Max came screaming, cunt convulsing in violent spasms, squirting around Charles’s cock. Charles didn’t stop—he fucked him through the orgasm, deeper, rougher, until he came inside, flooding the cunt with thick, hot come in long, heavy pulses.
Still throbbing, still buried to the hilt, Charles held Max firmly by the hips and started to piss. The hot, strong stream flooded the already full cunt, overflowing around the sides, running down Max’s sweaty thighs and dripping onto the floor in dirty rivulets. Max moaned loud and tearful, head hanging, cunt clenching around the cock that still filled him while the hot piss filled him completely—filthy, humiliating, exactly the way he loved being used.
Charles stayed like that for a moment, emptying his bladder inside him, giving a few more light smacks to the red, marked arse before pulling his wet cock out and watching the dirty mix of come and piss trickle freely from Max’s swollen, red, used cunt.
Both of them were panting, sweaty, wrecked, the motorhome smelling of rough sex, adrenaline, and filth.
Charles still gripped Max’s hips tightly, watching the dirty mix of come and piss slowly drip from the swollen, red cunt. The entrance was open, throbbing, the lips puffy and shiny, twitching weakly. Max trembled against the counter, legs weak, forehead still pressed to the fogged mirror, letting out soft, broken moans with every drop that ran down his thighs.
Charles ran a hand over the spank-marked arse, squeezing the red flesh, then slid two fingers through the wet slit, pushing the leaking come and piss back inside. Max whimpered loudly, cunt clenching around the fingers.
“Look at the state of this cunt… all used, full, dripping,” Charles murmured, voice rough, pushing his fingers deeper and working them slowly. “You love being like this, don’t you? Open and dirty for me.”
Max could only nod, still panting, pushing his hips back against Charles’s hand. His cunt was hypersensitive, throbbing, but it still got wetter just from the rough touch.
Charles pulled his fingers out, grabbed Max by the hair and turned him around, forcing him to sit on the edge of the cold counter. Max’s legs opened automatically, cunt exposed and still dripping. Charles stepped between them and, without warning, shoved his cock back in to the hilt. Max cried out, body arching, nails digging into Charles’s shoulders.
“Fuck… Charles…” he moaned, voice failing, cunt squeezing tightly around the still half-hard cock.
Charles didn’t give him time. He started fucking again, slower at first but deep, every thrust pushing the dirty mix inside out with wet sounds. He dropped his mouth to the already marked neck and went back to sucking and biting, layering more hickeys over the previous ones, while one hand delivered firm spanks to the arse and then the cunt whenever Max moaned too loudly.
“Keep being noisy and I’ll pull out again,” he threatened, deliberately slowing and almost slipping free.
Max immediately writhed, legs trembling around Charles’s waist, cunt clenching around the near emptiness.
“No… don’t pull out… please… keep fucking me…” he whimpered, voice rough and desperate. “I need it… let me come again… use my cunt… please, Charles…”
Charles smiled against the marked neck and slammed back in all the way, the pace turning hard and brutal again. Max screamed, head falling back, body surrendering completely. Charles fucked him without mercy, holding Max’s thighs open, watching his cock disappear and reappear coated in come, piss and fresh slick. With every thrust Max’s cunt got wetter, the swollen clit rubbing against Charles’s hipbone.
When Max started trembling again, whimpering loudly and clenching, Charles slowed once more, almost stopping, just rolling his cock inside.
“Beg properly,” he ordered, giving a sharp slap to the cunt.
“Please… let me come… fuck me harder… I’m your slut… use it… use it however you want…” Max begged, voice broken, tears of pure arousal running down his sweaty face.
Charles obeyed. He started hammering hard again, the rhythm savage, with no consideration at all. Max came again screaming, cunt convulsing in violent spasms, squirting once more around Charles’s cock. Charles groaned deeply and came too, filling the already filthy cunt with more hot come, pushing deep and staying buried while they both trembled.
This time he didn’t pull out. He stayed inside, panting, one hand wrapping around Max’s marked throat, the other stroking the red arse with almost affectionate roughness.
“Good boy…” he murmured against Max’s ear. “Stay like this. Open and full for me.”
Max could only moan in answer, cunt still pulsing around the cock, his whole body limp and used, exactly the way he liked it most.
Charles stayed buried deep for long seconds, feeling Max’s cunt still throb and squeeze around his cock, the hot mix of come, piss and slick slowly leaking around the sides and wetting his balls. Max was completely limp against the counter, head dropped onto Charles’s shoulder, breathing hard, neck entirely purple and covered in hickeys and bites.
Charles dragged his tongue slowly over one of the darkest marks, tasting sweat and skin, and gave a new bite just to hear Max let out a weak moan and feel the cunt clench again.
“Still so sensitive…” he murmured against the skin. “Look how you keep squeezing me. Even after coming twice.”
He pulled his cock out very slowly, just to watch Max’s cunt try to hold onto it, the swollen lips parting and then clenching around nothing, leaving a dirty string of fluid behind. Max whimpered immediately, legs closing on instinct, but Charles held them open with firm hands on his thighs.
“Don’t close them. I want to see.”
Max obeyed even while trembling, leaving the cunt exposed—red, open, dripping. Charles dragged his thumb through the mess, spreading it, then pushed two fingers back inside, curling them and massaging the sensitive spot with deliberate pressure. Max arched, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat.
“Charles… fuck… it’s still too much…” he complained, but the voice came out wet with arousal and he made no move to pull away. On the contrary—he pushed his hips against Charles’s hand, seeking more.
“I know it’s too much. And you love it exactly for that,” Charles answered, pushing his fingers deeper and giving a light slap to the swollen cunt with his other hand. The wet sound echoed. “You keep getting wetter just from me using you like this. Keep being my free little slut.”
He finger-fucked Max for several more minutes, unhurried, feeling the cunt clench and more fluid run over his hand. Every time Max started to tremble and whimper louder, Charles slowed or pulled his fingers out completely, leaving the cunt to flutter around nothing while Max squirmed and begged softly.
“Don’t stop… please… put it back in… your cock…” Max asked, voice rough, tears of overstimulation running down his sweaty face. “Fuck me one more time… you can be rough… I can take it… I want it…”
Charles pulled his fingers free, wiped them on Max’s inner thigh, and positioned himself between the open legs again. The head of his cock, still half-hard and coated in mess, pressed against the throbbing entrance… but instead of pushing in, he only rubbed lightly, sliding up and down the swollen slit without entering.
Max immediately writhed, whimpering loudly, hips trying to chase the cock.
“Charles… please… put it in…” his voice came out almost a sob. “Don’t do this… fuck me…”
Charles smiled, cruel and satisfied, and pushed two fingers back into the already loose, soaked cunt, curling them and massaging the sensitive spot with a deliberately slow rhythm.
“No. Now it’s just fingers,” he said, voice low. “Keep whimpering while I use you however I want.”
Max moaned in frustration, cunt squeezing desperately around the fingers, body squirming on the counter. Charles fucked him like that for a while, unhurried, feeling the dirty mix run over his hand, until he decided to change.
He dropped to his knees on the floor without caring about the mess—come, piss and slick already staining the carpet—and pulled Max further to the edge of the counter. The Dutchman’s legs opened automatically. Charles didn’t hesitate: he buried his face straight into the swollen, abused cunt, sucking the puffy lips hard, licking the slit from bottom to top with a broad, flat tongue, collecting everything that leaked. Then he gently bit the swollen clit, tugging it between his teeth just enough to make Max scream.
“Fuck… Charles…” Max gasped, head falling back.
Charles moaned against the cunt, the sound vibrating, and went back to sucking voraciously, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could while his fingers kept fucking inside, now faster. Max’s cunt was red, swollen, hypersensitive, and still it got wetter with every lick and every nibble.
When the pleasure became too much, Max tried to close his thighs on instinct. His legs clamped around Charles’s head, squeezing. Instead of pulling away, Charles moaned loudly in pleasure, the sound muffled against the cunt, and sucked even harder, savouring the pressure of the thighs around his head.
“What a delicious little slut…” he murmured between licks, voice rough and wet. “Look how this abused cunt gets wetter just from me eating you like this… so fucking good…”
He deliberately slowed the rhythm of his fingers, almost stopping, just rolling them slowly inside while his tongue worked the clit with torturous slowness. Max whimpered, squirming, thighs still squeezing Charles’s head.
Charles rose a little without removing his fingers and bit one of Max’s nipples hard, tugging it between his teeth.
“Play with your nipples,” he ordered, voice low and firm. “I want to see you touching yourself while I eat you.”
Max obeyed, hands trembling, pinching and twisting his own nipples while Charles dropped back down and returned to devouring the swollen cunt. His tongue was brutal and thorough: sucking the clit, licking the entrance, nipping the puffy lips, all while his fingers fucked slow and deep. Max whimpered non-stop, thighs closing around Charles’s head again whenever the pleasure got too close, and Charles only moaned louder against the cunt, enjoying every second.
“That’s it… squeeze harder…” he murmured, voice muffled. “Keep being this delicious little slut for me…”
Max was lost, whole body trembling, nipples aching between his own fingers, cunt being eaten without mercy. Charles had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
He kept devouring the swollen, abused cunt hungrily, broad flat tongue stroking from bottom to top with constant pressure, then tapering to push as deep as possible, while his fingers fucked in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every time Max squeezed his thighs around his head, Charles moaned loudly against the wet flesh, the sound vibrating straight into the swollen clit.
“Keep squeezing…” he murmured between licks, voice rough and filthy. “I love feeling these thighs trapping me while I eat you. What a delicious little slut…”
Max whimpered without stopping, fingers still twisting his own nipples as ordered, chest rising and falling fast. His cunt throbbed, hypersensitive, leaking even more with every suck and every nibble. Charles tugged the swollen lips between his teeth, sucked the clit until Max screamed, then went back to thrusting his tongue deep, collecting all the mess of come, piss and fresh slick.
When Max started truly trembling, legs closing tighter and voice coming out in desperate sobs, Charles slowed the fingers even more. Almost stopped. He just kept them inside, curled, pressing the sensitive spot without really moving, while his tongue made slow, deliberate circles on the clit.
“No… Charles… please…” Max whimpered, voice broken, trying to push his hips against the mouth. “Don’t stop… let me come… suck harder…”
Charles smiled against the cunt and gave a light bite to the clit, enough to make Max arch.
“Play harder with your nipples,” he ordered, voice muffled. “I want to see you hurting yourself a little while I eat you.”
Max obeyed, pinching and pulling his nipples harder, letting out loud moans with every tug. Charles took the chance to add a third finger, stretching the already loose cunt, and went back to sucking voraciously. Tongue and fingers worked together, unhurried, keeping Max right on the absolute edge.
Max’s thighs clamped around Charles’s head again, squeezing hard. Charles moaned loudly in pleasure, the sound vibrating, and kept sucking like there was no tomorrow, savouring the pressure and the dirty taste of the abused cunt.
“That’s it… squeeze harder… moaning like a slut…” he murmured between licks. “Look at the state of this cunt… all swollen, red, dripping… and still getting wetter just from me treating you like this.”
Max was almost crying from arousal, whole body tense, nipples aching between his fingers, cunt clenching desperately around Charles’s fingers. Every time he got too close, Charles deliberately slowed, pulling his mouth away for a second just to watch Max squirm and beg, before diving back in hard.
“Please… Charles… let me come… suck… fuck me with your fingers… anything…” Max begged, voice failing, thighs trembling around his head.
Charles finally gave a little. He sped up his fingers, sucked the clit with constant force and kept the pressure. Max screamed, body arching violently, thighs clamping hard around Charles’s head while his cunt convulsed in intense spasms and he came again, squirting against Charles’s mouth and chin.
Charles didn’t pull away. He kept licking and sucking through the orgasm, moaning in satisfaction, drinking everything Max offered, until the Dutchman was completely limp and trembling on the counter, sobbing softly from overstimulation.
Only then did Charles pull back a little, face shiny with mess, and dragged his tongue over his lips with a satisfied smile.
“Delicious,” he murmured, still on his knees between Max’s open legs. “It’s always a pleasure eating you, Max.”
Charles gave a few more short, lazy licks to the Dutchman’s throbbing cunt, listening to Max pant above him while little spasms ran through his thighs and the abused, used cunt pulsed weakly. The Monegasque stood up, admiring the blond completely whimpering and needy, tears sliding down his flushed cheeks from the entire last hour of effort.
Max was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling fast, still far too hypersensitive. A faint hissing sound started. Charles looked down just in time to see the hot stream begin to flow from the swollen cunt. Max was pissing right in front of him, tears running down his sweaty face as he whimpered loudly from the hypersensitivity, whole body trembling, unable to stop the flow.
Charles didn’t hesitate. His cock was already hard again. He stepped between Max’s legs, positioning his erect cock right under the hot cascade of piss, letting the stream fall straight onto the head and shaft, using the hot liquid to slick himself up. He started stroking fast and without ceremony, hand gliding easily thanks to the piss, eyes fixed on the cunt that kept leaking while Max whimpered and cried softly from overstimulation.
It didn’t take long. Charles groaned deeply and came quickly, hot ropes of come hitting Max’s swollen, still-pissing cunt dead-on, mixing everything into an even filthier mess.
Even after coming, Charles stayed there between the Dutchman’s open legs. Max was still panting, chest rising and falling fast, body limp and trembling. Charles leaned in again and gave a few more short, lazy licks to the swollen cunt, collecting the remaining come mixed with piss, savouring every drop before finally standing up.
He stood there, looking down at the Dutchman panting in front of him—legs spread, red dirty cunt dripping, neck completely marked, chest heaving, face still wet with tears and sweat.