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(small stories ... great adventures) The Race That Cost a Car! Carolina (or better, Carol to her friends) was a born ballerina! She loved parties, balls, dancing, drinking, ... and sex, lots of sex! Whenever she could, she would not miss the opportunity to fuck a work friend, a college colleague, or a fluffy cat she met in the night. She delighted in being eaten with her eyes by the men on duty as well as feeling like the master of the situation, snobbing when she wanted, making herself difficult and, occasionally, refusing a partner just to show her what her place was. She boasted of never having had oral sex on any man <unk> although, ... when she gave her will a rare opening! - at the same time she called herself the lady of the situation; the subject only won when she showed that she had such a male foot, and whoever she was in bed with, she was the boss! Carol didn't have half a word, she said everything she thought and when it came to dispatching a little thing, she didn't waste time with roundabouts, ... she threw in the face of the subject that he should look at what his place was and see himself in his insignificance! But still, Carol was good, she didn't like to act always in this way and only did it when the situation required. In short, she was a woman well settled with herself. Nor did she have any reservations about her exuberant, rolling forms, for she knew full well that when she crept in on the males present, the rolls would burst into vibration, agitated by the possibility of invading those tasty meats. She was an attractive, sensual and provocative fat girl who, when she arrived, left everyone in a state of alertness! And when she went to the dance floor to reclaim her curves, she really had no one else! She swept over men's hearts, minds and genitalia, leaving everyone around her stunned with her exuberance, naturalness and sensuality. But the truth is, not every day was the hunter's day, ... always the predator could become prey to another stronger or smarter, ... and that's what happened to her. One night, Carol went with her friends to a funk dance on the outskirts of the city. She did not hesitate when her closest partners warned of the dangers of a dance like that <unk> and still in that place! - saying only that she guaranteed herself in any situation. Everyone enjoyed the idea of the friend and there they went to the outskirts of the Capital. Carol, that day, abused the look; she wore a very short black dress with thin sleeves whose upper part highlighted her offered and well-modeled bust, while the fairness of the dress also highlighted her well-turned buttocks showing off her legs without stretch marks or celte (a privileged genetics that she would inherit as a gift of fate); the black hair, wavy and naturally sloping, let loose and whoever could grant her a total control over herself and visual over the eventual situations that might arise. <unk> She could turn herself deaf and deaf. <unk> Carol, that day, was also ready for her shoes. <unk> After overcoming some "barriers to entry", the party group arrived at the dance that was already rolling loose, with a lot of funk, vodka and general catch! Many extremely young girls dominated the environment (an old abandoned and forgotten cane molasses processing plant in a small valley behind a well-known favela in the region), and the boys ate them with their eyes, ignoring their minority or any other fact that could be put aside when the head of the bass hardens. Carol didn't even want to know anything else, ... just fell into the ballad bouncing with that deafening music of loud and marked beating, with violent and sometimes offensive lyrics, but that only served to make everything easier, more liquid, more accessible! (all the way!). Carol had a good time, dancing and drinking until she couldn't take it anymore, ... she was completely out of her mind and feeling overly excited, ... she needed a male to cool her little face that was vibrating with desire and hotness, ... she needed a hard, potent cock that would give her what she was missing on that perfect night. Immediately, Carol began a visual search for some guy who could solve her little "problem". She circled the area, but most of the interesting boys were accompanied by some "missed out" that as soon as she noticed the white girl's sweet look she tried to suckle with a threatening look, ... and the last thing Carol wanted in that place was a crush on a girl. However, it was not she who located some target, but rather a target came to her. It was a tall black man, with fine and well-groomed features, athletic build and body drawn in the heavens. A cat! And it was coming towards her, ... it was time to seize the opportunity, ... Carol continued to roll to the sound of the thud, pretending that she had not noticed the approach of the lustful male, and only pretended to be distracted, until he was close enough not to escape from her. He arrived and began to dance with her, ... the gestures were too provocative and sensual, and again Carol rubbed that well-defined body feeling its rigid and very attractive shapes. At one point they stopped dancing and rumbled to the makeshift bar to quench the thirst that demanded something refreshing. They both sipped soda <unk> Carol because she didn't feel confident about continuing to abuse vodka <unk> and after a few minutes they got to know each other better. The cat's name was Rafael, a student of physical education and an intern at a graphic design academy in the Gardens. Carol looked at that cat and could only think how much she wished to be possessed by those strong arms, feeling his roll penetrating her vagina that, at that moment, was already more than wet, more like a waterfall leaking out of the edges. She wanted, ... she needed him sending her to see all over her body, ... and this needed to be as fast as possible. Carol had a sudden need to go to the bathroom and asked Rafael to drive her to the nearest bathroom, and he answered with some frank surprises that had not been answered. She took the girl by the hands and led her to the back of the abandoned facility and when they came near an old time-worn dressing room, Rafael looked at her and said that she could do it right there, in any corner, just by being careful where she stepped. Carol moved away from him and after satisfying her physiological needs, she thought it was time to satisfy the "other needs" that plagued her body and her mind. She leaned against a wall and quickly got rid of her underwear, keeping it inside the bag. She turned to where Rafael was and asked him to look up, as she thought she had stepped on some inappropriate "thing". Raphael approached her, and Carol did not hesitate to throw herself on top of the boy by giving him a warm, wet kiss. Raphael was very receptive, while at the same time showing some hesitation. Carol's hands wasted no time in searching for the boy's instrument, discovering something that she had never felt before; it was a huge, half-hardened scroll whose length and volume had left Carol overwhelmed with a desire to feel it inside her vagina, ... she wanted that male, and she wanted him now! Immediately, Carol looked for the belt to start releasing that muscle of respect, .... however, Rafael held her hands with a totally unexpected kindness, ... she looked at the face of the boy who smiled at her and told her that it would not "roll", ... and the next phrase "I'm gay, my beautiful, ... " - sounded like a punch in the stomach of the girl who stopped what she was doing backing away from the boy, ... her eyes were puffy, ... how was it possible! A man of those, ... and he was gay! <unk> What the fuck! <unk>, she thought, as Rafael felt her approaching and touching her softly on the shoulder and smiling a complacent smile. She looked at him, sighed deeply and then hugged him. Then they decided that the best thing to do was to go back to the ballad that was running loose. And after that absurdly unexpected frustration, Carol saw no alternative but to drown her sorrows in drink, ... and drank, ... drank a lot! She lost herself in a meaningless dance, watching the world whirl around her and abandoning herself in her frenzy to forget Raphael and the possibilities he had buried that night. It was after three o'clock in the morning when she realized it was past three o'clock and even numbed by the alcohol, she considered that the best thing to do was to leave. But what was not her surprise to realize that her friends had disappeared, ... it did not take long for her to realize that she was alone in that place. She felt a bit lost and with her eyes she swept around looking for Rafael to ask for help. And the search turned out to be fruitless, ... he had also disappeared. Carol sighed and concluded that she had to get out of there by her own means. She climbed up the slope less steep and then ventured through the streets and dark alleys of the favela that was a stinking mixture of sewage to the sky, open hanging on unexpected poles, and ill-fated buildings that piled on top of each other, making any loss a real risk. She crossed paths with a few bad-faced men who looked at her with the hungry look of a predator that dominates that territory, but who also knew if it was worth it or not to waste time with that chubby white girl, ... Carol was really lucky, because she got away unscathed from these alpha males who covered her ground with a gun in her waist and an intimidating look on her face. And finally, she managed to get to a wide avenue that bordered the favela leading towards the city center. She felt a little relieved, although she was sure that she was still not completely safe. She opened her bag just to confirm her suspicions: she hadn't brought any money <unk> after all, she was driving with a friend who had also disappeared <unk> and she didn't know how to get home. She walked down the middle of an uneven sidewalk, taking the utmost care not to destroy her heels on that treacherous floor as she looked to the sides longing for a way out of her situation. Suddenly, she noticed the headlights of a vehicle coming in the opposite direction, ... it didn't take long to see that it was a taxi! She waved for the driver to answer her call. The vehicle, which initially continued on its way, moved away a little by turning around and parking next to the girl. The glass filmed from the passenger's window bent down and faced Carol with a middle-aged fellow of stocky build and a strange look that was looking at her asking where she wanted to go. Carol explained to him what was happening and told him that if he took her to his house she could pay for the ride, as she had some money set aside for such emergencies. The guy leaned over and opened the front door and waved for her to come in. Carol didn't make a fuss, and quickly sat down on the bench closing the door as the vehicle pulled out of the driveway. For a few moments they both stood in almost sepulchral silence, and the girl feared that this was a more dangerous trap than the adventure through the favela a few minutes earlier. Without any warning, it was the subject who broke that "ice" by asking her what she was doing on those sides, ... Carol told her a made-up story, as she knew it was not advisable to tell the truth (that she was in a slump and had drunk like a cow!). He asked her name and then identified himself saying his name was Evandro. And it was at that moment that Carol noticed the greedy look of that man on her bare thighs (he was dressed short, and besides she was without underwear!), ... and she felt a chill running down her spine. They rode for some time, until the moment Carol realized that the route had changed, ... they were not going to her house! The young woman feared for her life, ... what will this man think of doing with her! After driving some more time, Evandro parked near an abandoned landfill and as soon as he turned off the engine, he put one of his hands on Carol's thighs telling her that if she was good that "run" could go for free. Carol tried to react, but was hindered by a vigorous face that made her face burn immediately while the pain left her in a state of uncontrol. The subject's hand advanced revealing her naked vagina and forcing one of her fingers inside. Carol was in a state of shock, ... not knowing what to do or what to think. Evandro approached her and with a free hand touched her breasts above the dress saying that they were divine, while her moist mouth gnawed at her neck. Carol wanted to react, but Evandro was stronger and heavier and his body hanging over hers prevented any reaction. His fingers played with the vagina provoking a simulated penetration attempt. Carol tried to push him away from her by pushing him hard, but her failure resulted in another slap in the face. <unk>Shut up, you tramp! Thinking she'll get away with this? Fuck you bitch! <unk> Evandro had a threatening tone in his voice and made it clear that Carol was over his domain. With unexpected rapidity, the man jumped out of the car, turned around and after opening the passenger door, pulled Carol by the arm forcibly out of the car. The rude gesture caused the girl to lose her balance, her jump broke and she came to the ground kneeling in front of her executioner. She barely looked up when she hit Evando's hard cock that had arrived the pants pointing that pulsating member to the girl's face. Carol feared the worst was coming. Evandro grabbed her by the hair and forced her face in the direction of her hard roll. <unk> Come on, you bitch, ... suck the little bitch, ... if you suck it straight I'll take you home, but ... you have to sip, ... and swallow everything, ... until you like it, ... understand your piranha, ... <unk> Carol, with no alternative, swallowed that thick, hard prick and sucked it till she couldn't take it anymore, sucked it till the glans brushed her glottis while her hands stuck her nails into the flaccid buttocks of moaning Evander, whispered disorderly words, and with her hands held Carol's head, preventing her from retreating for any reason. Finally, he screamed like an animal in the heat, boasting that he was going to have fun; <unk>trying to swallow all his bitch, ... otherwise, ... you know!<unk> And then Carol felt the burning, viscous drip from her mouth down her throat, ... it was something forced, but different, she thought (after all, she had never swallowed a man's semen before). Evander held her buttocks inside her mouth, and after pulling it out, placed her arms around her back in the seat of the vehicle. They set off again taking the route that Carol prayed would be her home, ... anyway that "ride" was paid for, ... and well paid! As they rode through the city, Evandro looked at his prey and after stroking his bare shoulder, ordered him to show him his breasts, which Carol resisted saying he wouldn't, ... and there was another energetic slap. <unk> If you disobey me again, you little whore, I'll let you go for broken ones that you don't even know exist, ... and you'll only get home if you're very lucky! Show those breasty boobs soon, ... stop liking coolness, you ordinary tramp! Humble and vindictive, Carol lowered the hems of her dress and opened her breasts to Evandro. She showed her fingers naturally, squeezing between her nipples, causing more pain than pleasure. New stop, ... more humiliation. This time Evandro parked in an old abandoned gas station. He took Carol out of the car and dragged her into a damaged building that was once supposed to be the administration office and after breaking the door threw the girl inside, leaving the busted door functioning as an obstacle to a possible escape. Carol looked around and saw the abandoned state of the place, which housed only an old metal table and remnants of a chair. Unexpectedly, she was pushed to the table and forced to lean over it leaving her behind at the pure disposal of the subject, whose look was of lasciviousness. Carol felt as he approached her and pushed the dress up leaving his buttocks exposed. Again, Evandro pulled down his pants and there was his mast erect and ready for another bump. Carol looked over her shoulder and imagined what was to come. She was terrified of the possibility of being cured, ... but, by all indications, it was exactly what was going to happen. <unk>Please, ... I implore, ... in the ass no! In the ass no, ... I'm a virgin, I've never laid my ass, don't do that please, ... <unk>; but the young woman's whining only made Evandro more excited about the idea of fucking an intact ass. Now, nothing would stop him from doing what he had intended from the beginning. Carol was out of luck. Evandro put his pickaxe into the girl's vagina and gave some strong blows, causing more pain and humiliation than a person could bear. Carol was crying softly and feared the worst. Evandro took out his pickaxe and after spitting in his own hand, soaped her roll. He grabbed Carol by the buttocks and after pushing her away with expected coarseness pointed the glans in the direction of the anus and before the girl could outline any gesture penetrated her little hole, penetrating it with that thick and pulsating mast. Carol shouted loudly, saying that what he was saying hurt a lot, ... asked him to stop, but pleas only served to further activate Evandro's savagery that like a crazy maniac, he stuck his roll inside Carol's anus. The pain was so intense that the young woman screamed, screamed with a peculiar sonority, saying that he should stop, because it was hurting her too much. Evandro did not pay attention to the cries of his prey and completed the anal penetration he began to stock that ass, causing his dick to go in and out of it several times. Carol screamed, cried, begged, ... but it was all in vain, ... the dick had become a reality and she felt totally defeated, at the mercy of a guy without any consideration who with his thick and impure dick broke her ass with a cruel and obscene cruelty. It was the prize she had won with that adventure at the funk ball, ... What followed was a total surprise to Carol, ... the pain <unk> initially staggering and endless <unk> was gradually being replaced by an inexplicable sensation of pleasure, a timid pleasure that was growing inside her and that could not be confessed, ... a pleasure in being enraged by a thick and potent pike. Carol felt that pleasure take over her body, making her receptive and, involuntarily, stimulating her to roll her butt and throw herself back forcing the penetration of the role of Evandro who, in turn, noticing the reaction of his victim, took advantage of the situation to apply some vigorous palm buttocks to Carol leaving them reddened by the intensity of the blows. Even though it hurt, Carol enjoyed the spanking and from that moment on she put aside the situation she was in and decided that she was the one who should give the cards, ... rolled even more, pushing her buttocks in the direction of Evandro's dick and forcing him to move more cadenced and with less aggressiveness. And there was the moment when the situation was really reversed; it was Carol who had control of the cunt that would only end when she wanted. Evandro tried, but soon realized that she was the one who controlled him, and not the other way around. Several times when Evander threatened to have an orgasm, he was stopped by the female who slowed down her movements and squeezed the tip by contracting her sphincter preventing any unwanted ejaculation. Evander was mad with such desire! He had never experienced such a situation: from predator to prey, and now he was completely under the domination of the anus and the will of Carol who enjoyed that dick the way she wanted, making the most of the pleasure it could give him. And she mocked! It was an intense, voluminous mockery, which broke out without warning, making Carol groan with such pleasure, ... moaned and called Evander his macho, his boy, his thick toy, ... to which he retorted by grunting something disconnected and squeezing his buttocks with his hands, announcing that now it was his turn, ... he was going to mock, ... and the mockery came like a torrential stream, flowing into Carol's writhing anus that feeling that hot and slimy wave, moaned and mocked once again. Finally, they were exhausted, defeated and without strength for any reaction. Evander leaned over Carol's back feeling that the rock wall would finally slowly drain away from his little ass. With no time to relax, Evandro got up, unzipped his pants, and turned to the door, calling for Carol to come out with him towards his car. Carol got up and staggered to the door, limping at the loss of the heel of one of her shoes. She sat in the car seat, feeling the cold touch of the leather on her sweaty buttocks and the pain still lingering in her anus, unequivocal proof that she had lost her anal virginity and that it was in the most unexpected and brutal way possible. Evandro started the car while the young woman tried in vain to recover in the most appropriate way the situation would allow. In a few minutes, Evandro parked the car in front of Carol's house. She looked out of the car window and thought that finally her "experience" had come to an end. She opened the car door and jumped without looking back, thinking that Evandro would start at high speed, running away from an eventual flagrant. However, the unsuspecting guy lowered the glass and told her that the race was paid, ... and that when she wanted another "ride", it was just to ask him. Carol looked back and saw when Evandro threw something out of the vehicle leaving without delay. She waited for the car to go far enough and went back to where a small business card with a mobile phone indicating "taxi driver reliable and safe" was lying ... she had the will to laugh and threw that pension in the trash, ... every trip, and thought for a few minutes, and kept it in the bag, thinking, who knows, it might be useful someday!