They're giving me the "let's take a break" talk and fucking me in the car

Fired from a job after sending a rude guy packing, forced to hitchhike in the middle of nowhere, walking for kilometers on the bitumen in high heels: the evening had gotten off to a bad start. But when, around a bend, two YouTubers offer to drive me back and pull the breakdown trick, things start to improve... to the point of orgasm.

And there I was, once again carried away by my big mouth to find myself in shit. Well, technically, it was more like in the mud. With heels, of course. And an outfit unsuitable for walking along a national road at dusk. Epilogue of the shortest work mission of the year. Barely an hour before an old guy let his fingers linger on the hem of my skirt, whispering to his buddies, "the service is generous tonight." So generous that the service in question threw the contents of a flute in his face with some vocalizations on the theme of pigs. The organizer of the evening went through all shades of red and kicked me out. "If you have enough energy to insult the customers, you'll have enough to get home!" Screw them all. I grabbed a bottle of champagne and left.

Alone on the side of the road

Barely out of the domain where the evening was taking place, regret began to prickle my heart, so I opened the bottle. Popping the cork in the fields stretching as far as the eye could see made me feel a little better. The first sip reconciled me with my decision, the second convinced me that I had been right. I had a vague memory of the endless departmental road followed to get to the cottage. A ribbon of bitumen in the middle of a golden sea of rapeseed. Bucolic if it weren't for ruining your high heels for hours.

I continued hobbling, ignoring the pain signals from my toes and those from my crotch, mistreated by a tiny string, cursing the whole world out loud - especially the dirty old pigs. The bottle was half empty when I spotted a car parked a few dozen meters away. Two silhouettes were bustling around, their laughter echoing in the silence. I shouted "hey!" and trotted to reach them.

"Are you okay, miss?" There were two of them, two men in their thirties. A tall, bearded brunette with glasses and another, smaller, with a mustache and a crew cut. They seemed to be in the middle of filming, cameras in hand and a strange device around the car. "Don't worry, it's for a video," the tall brunette continued. "Are you sure you're okay?" I nodded, summarized my pitiful evening, and asked if they could take me to the nearest station, train or bus. The smaller one accepted, "we just have a few shots to do, and we'll take you if you don't mind waiting."

With the prospect of finally taking off these damn shoes, nothing bothered me. I sat on the roadside with the champagne while they continued filming. They seemed to want to crash the vehicle against an obstacle to prove something; I neither heard nor understood everything. As long as they drove without a windshield, if that's what they wanted, as long as they took me to my destination. After a few minutes, the little one came to join me. We stayed side by side waiting for the second one to finish his road antics. He concluded with a screech of tires and then lowered the window: "Shall we go, guys?"

I settled in the back seat and took off my shoes, sighing. There were other cameras in the car, filming inside and out. The smaller one followed my gaze: "- Does it bother you that we're filming? - What is it for exactly?"

They launched into a long presentation of their project, a YouTube automobile channel with tests, crashes, crazy ideas, big events. I lost all interest in their speech at "automobile," but their enthusiasm pleased me; it was contagious. We chatted about everything and nothing, the current was flowing well, and I was starting to have fun when the car started to stutter and choke before stopping. "Ah well, I knew we had hit something!" Both burst out laughing and jumped up to go check. After hitchhiking, the breakdown trick, then. It was time to finish the bottle. I stretched my legs on the bench seat and watched them bustle outside.

They were both really cute, smiling and thrilled to have crashed their car. And I wanted cute guys tonight.

Fucked in the back of the car

When the little one opened the door and leaned into the cabin, "really sorry, we called some buddies to come and get us...", I grabbed him by the neck to kiss him. He didn't seem surprised and returned my kiss. Warm lips and agile tongue, he kissed slowly, just as I like. I continued the kiss, a little deeper, sliding my fingers into his short hair to pull him towards me. We fell back on the bench seat, the weight of his body taking my breath away for a moment. I took his hands to place them on my chest and slid mine under his t-shirt. He pushed my top aside and grabbed my breasts, his tongue moving from one nipple to the other. I was about to undo the buckle of his belt to slide my hands into his pants when his buddy arrived. "Hey what is...” He remained silent, an incredulous look on his face. I motioned for him to come to the other side. His astonishment gave way to delight when he slid against me, and I kissed him in turn.

After a few contortions, we found a position that allowed me to jerk them both off at the same time. A small and a large cock, not necessarily as I had imagined, it made me smile. The smaller one had his fingers in my pussy, the tall one around my nipples. They weren't touching each other, but I could feel that their proximity excited them even more than my mere presence. I kissed them in turn, my mouth soaked in their mixed saliva, eager for the four hands all over my body. The smaller one almost made me come by skillfully inserting four fingers into me, his thumb playing with my clitoris. I held back, anticipating the decupled pleasure to come.

I made the tall brunette lie down to take him in my mouth. Kneeling on the bench seat, my ass was offered to the cool night air and his buddy's skillful tongue. He licked me with the same firmness and the same rhythm as he had kissed me before. His tongue started from my clitoris, slipped between my lips, and went back up to my anus, where it flickered for a moment before going back down. The other's hands firmly gripped my hair, and I choked on his cock, moaning. When he started to stammer, "I can't hold on," I squeezed his balls and removed my mouth to straddle him. No way was he going to come now; I had other ideas for the next few minutes. His cock was so swollen that it seemed to have doubled in volume as it slid into my sex. I took him roughly, immediately straddling him deeply. My flat stomach against his almost chubby one, my breasts pressed against his torso, his mouth sought mine, and I refused to give it to him right away. It was time to play with pleasure, to let yourself be on the brink of the unbearable. The delicious torment of slowing hips and fingers digging into the flesh.

Without stopping moving on the tall brunette, I invited the second one to join us. Squatting behind me, between his friend's legs stretched out on the bench seat, he pressed his pelvis against my ass almost timidly. I grabbed his cock to guide him, spitting on my fingers to soak his cock and my anus with. He regained his confidence and grabbed my buttocks to spread them, offering me a few blows of a dripping tongue in the process. Just before he inserted his glans, a wave of voluptuousness left me almost panting, as if the pleasure to come was going to be so strong that it would overwhelm me. I was starving for their two bodies, for the idea of these two cocks in me, to be torn apart with happiness to the point of forgetting the rest of the world. The smaller one thrust into me, making me pant, my nails digging into the biceps of the taller one. He kept his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, his moans becoming louder and raspier. The penetration was slow, merciless, until the end, until their two sexes seemed to meet inside me. My panting turned into screams, which their pelvic thrusts answered. They thrust into me, pounded me, and I let myself be tossed between their slippery bodies, overwhelmed by intoxication. Their fingers were sometimes on my breasts, sometimes on my clitoris, sometimes on my hips, their mouths on my lips, in my neck, on my nipples, their teeth on my ears, on my buttocks, on my shoulders. Nothing else mattered but this explosion of the senses, our synchronized screams, and the ballet of their hard cocks. I felt my pussy and my ass contract, vibrate with each new penetration, always a little stronger, a little deeper. The first spasms seized me, and I screamed to warn them that I was going to come. They who had until then ignored each other, concentrated each on their side on my body, suddenly found each other. Their hands joined on my ass, fingers interlaced, simultaneous breathing for the last pelvic thrusts. The heat of their cum exploding everywhere inside me, burning and sticky, was the trigger for my orgasm. My whole body trembled, shaken for long seconds. Stars sparkled behind my closed eyelids, and I felt like I was going to faint.

I let myself fall on the tall brunette's torso, overwhelmed by ecstasy. Their hands remained joined for a moment before letting go, quickly, as if ashamed to be found like this. The smaller one gently pulled out of my ass, and I felt his cum ready to drip. The night breeze dried the sweat on my satisfied body, bubbles sparkled in my head. Turning my head, I spotted the camera on the dashboard and burst out laughing. No doubt, their next video was going to be a hit.