Shy...

by Unknown

  “Oh god!” The three of them said in unison.

  “I can feel it!” Gwen laughed, noting the big bursts of cum rocketing through the young man's cock.

  “Oh, so can I...” Nicole nodded. “So can I!”

  “Best back to school present ever!” Harry yelled.

  The End

  Back Door Banging

  Let it roll...

  Important to share...

  Dinner had been a disaster. Russell did his best to take long slow breaths as he watched the road roll by under the headlights spilling out into the night ahead. The fine dining seafood house had been farther away than he thought around the other side of the secluded lake making for a later start and a longer night.

  His wife Camille put her hand on his leg from the passenger seat. He pulled his knee away from her touch as he focused on the road and mulled his thoughts. Camille took her hand back and looked out her window in the darkness. She sighed.

  Someone in the backseat sighed too. Russell wasn’t sure if it was Brent or his wife Nadia. They were capital investors that backed dozens of startups just like what Russell and Camille were attempting.

  Russell’s coworkers had warned him not to go in business with his own wife as he left his office job on his last day as someone else’s employee. Camille was good at closing deals, but those skills seemed to dry right up tonight when he needed her to deliver the most. His normally charming wife had told the most awkward jokes at the most awkward moments. The only part more awkward than her bumbling humor tonight was the long, painful silences between.

  Food had come slow and it was painfully obvious before the salads were done that Russell was not going to be able to turn the night around. He had become his own man just to go begging money off of self important pricks like Brent and his fake titted wife Nadia.

  Russell still tasted the rich, four berry cheesecake from dessert and his own failure thick in his throat. He would be writing off a ton more from this damn dinner than he made in investment from it.

  That ass hat Brent had kept ordering wine for himself and his sexpot wife. She got giggly from being tipsy and the awkwardness of the dinner. Nadia had slid down in her seat and spread her legs. Brent had caught Russell staring at Nadia’s leopard print, silk panties. There was no playing it off. Her dark hair was still out of place in Russell’s rearview mirror. As she muttered to Brent in the backseat, her Eastern European accent was rising in her voice which it had been doing since the night and the drinks progressed.

  Russell turned on the radio.

  Brent spoke up from the backseat. “It’s kind of loud back here.”

  Russell shut off his radio and shook his head.

  The flashing lights caught his attention ahead. Wooden gates with orange and white stripes crisscrossed over the road. An electronic arrow lit up pointing them off to the right on a side road that Russell did not know at all. “Just perfect.”

  “What’s going on?” Brent asked.

  “Roadblock. Detour.” Russell made the turn. The side road was rough, narrow, and poorly lit. Russell was ready to drive into the lake at this point, if he could find it. “I’ll get you back to your car as quick as I can.”

  Nadia laughed and said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

  “What’s that?” Russell said.

  Brent cleared his throat. “Nadia doubts your ability to get us where we want to go.”

  ***

  “In business or on the road.” She mumbled.

  “Well, you have money. That usually buys a person the right to run their mouths, but I paid for all the wine you drank tonight, so looks like I’m the only one that gets to mouth off in this car tonight. Sound good, kids?”

  Brent cleared his throat. “Don’t mind a little fire in a business discussion, Russell, but don’t talk to my wife that way.”

  Camille turned around in her seat. “Fine. I’ll talk to her that way. Don’t run your mouth at my husband or I’ll find a way to close it for you.”

  Nadia laughed. “You don’t know who you are dealing with, blondy.”

  “I have an idea.” Camille narrowed her eyes still staring into the backseat.

  Nadia shook her head and stuck out her tongue at Camille. “I know more than one way to loosen up tight little tarts like you, Ms. Camille.”

  Camille shook her head disturbing the blond curls around her face.

  Brent laughed. “This is the most interesting conversation I’ve heard all night. I might just invest so I can see our wives go at it more often.”

  Russell made a turn and looked over his shoulder at the street sign. He had no idea where he was. “I’ll try to get us back while everyone still has their eyes.”

  “That will give Ms. Camille more time to tell me what she thinks she will do to me, huh?” Nadia stuck out her tongue again.

  “Brent?” Camille waved her hand in Nadia’s direction. “You think you might be able to stick something in her mouth to quiet her down for me?”

  “I have a few ideas.” Brent laughed. “Nadia gets nice and loose with a little wine. I was actually thinking of giving her a good stuffing once we got back to my car. I can do that here, if you two are still in the entertaining mood.”

  Nadia slapped Brent’s chest. “So funny, mister. How about I suck off Russell while he drives to help him relax. He was taking a peek at my panties earlier.”

  “You saw that too, huh?” Brent said.

  Russell sighed and made another turn. He was doubling back in the wrong direction he was pretty sure. “It was hard not to. I think you slid down in your seat until you were wearing your dress as a shirt.”

  “He’s got you there, Dear,” Brent said.

  “I think you should give them the money,” Nadia said. “I am starting to like these two.”

  “Is that so?” Brent said.

  ***

  “Yes, they should have to earn it, but I think we should give it to them.”

  “Earn it, huh?” Brent said. “What do you have in mind, Dear. Although I am terrified of what the answer might be.”

  Nadia patted Brent’s face. She reached up and stroked Camille’s arm. Camille pulled her arm up away from Nadia and Nadia let out another throaty laugh.

  Russell was trying to watch, but stopped at a stop sign and squinted to read the street sign above. It was a state road number and did not help him in the least. He thumbed on his turn signal even though there were no other cars around and he made a right.

  “I guess she doesn’t feel up to earning,” Nadia said. “Maybe they don’t need the money. I’ll have to wait until we get back to our car tomorrow morning.”

  “I’ll get us there,” Russell said watching the road ahead.

  “You want Russell to pull over and give you a good banging before we make the deal. Is that it?” Camille asked.

  Nadia shrugged. “Russell, Brent, you … someone needs to get me off tonight.”

  Brent laughed and whispered. “Good Lord, Nadia. Rein it in a little.”

  “Not Brent then,” Nadia said. “What about you, Camille?”

  “Yeah, I don’t think Russell wants me or anyone else banging you in his back seat, Nadia. Take it easy,” Brent said.

  Russell took a hooking curve slowly as the guard rail rolled by in the headlights. “They are leather seats. They’ll clean up nicely. Knock yourself out.”

  Brent laughed.

  Nadia leaned up and ran her fingernails lightly over Russell’s neck. He shivered, but kept both hands on the wheel. “Would you watch me in the mirror? I like that.”

  Camille slapped Nadia’s hand away from her husband. Nadia kept her chin rested on the front seat as she stared at Camille. “Oh, you want my touch then, Ms. Camille? You are the deal closer after all, it seems.”

  Camille snorted. “You want me to eat your pussy, Nadia. Is that it?”

  “Leather seats, right?” Nadia shrugged. “I wouldn’t refuse. That beautiful, blond bob cut between my legs.”

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p; Brent pulled at the back of Nadia’s dress. “Too much, Nadia. Lay off.”

  Nadia swatted his hand away. “Camille is a big girl. She can make her own decisions about which pussies and cocks she plays with.”

  Camille leaned closer to Nadia’s face over her seat. Russell stole a glance, but turned back to face the dark road.

  Camille said, “Why don’t you eat my pussy, Nadia, and show me how it is done.”

  “I wouldn’t refuse.” Nadia blew a kiss.

  Camille leaned in and kissed Nadia on the lips. When she pulled away, Camille patted Nadia’s cheek a couple times. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Nadia.”

  “I’m trying to.” Nadia leaned back next to Brent. “Dinners and wine and long drives to fancy restaurants are such a game. Not even a fun game.”

  Camille shook her head. “That much I agree with.”

  “I want to be entertained. Start ups are about risk. I want to see people who know how to take a risk and make it their own,” Nadia said.

  Camille narrowed her eyes. “Are you talking business now or something else?”

  “All of it,” Nadia said.

  Camille looked at Russell and then back into the back seat. She reached over and closed her hand over his crotch. He didn’t realize how hard he was until his wife took hold of him. He did not push her hand away this time, but made the next turn on another road he didn’t know.

  “Are we making a deal with Brent or with you?” Camille asked.

  Nadia kissed Brent’s cheek and put her hand on his chest. She turned her attention back on Camille. “We are a team like you and Russell. That’s why I had high hopes for you, Ms. Camille.”

  “For the business or the pleasure?” Camille stroked Russell’s cock through his slacks as she dealt with Nadia over the back of the seat.

  “Both again,” Nadia said.

  “We know how to handle risk,” Camille said. “Both kinds. State your terms.”

  Nadia laughed. “Oh, now it’s getting fun. How about if you make me cum before we get back to our car, then we are in business?”

  “While the men watch?” Camille asked.

  ***

  “They can play too,” Nadia said. “If you make us both cum before we get back to the car, we’ll double the investment.”

  “Hey,” Brent said. “That’s a lot of money.”

  “She’s a lot of woman,” Nadia said. “We are investing in value here.”

  Camille looked at Russell and cupped his balls through his pants as he drove. “What do you say, Russell?”

  He shrugged. “You are the deal closer. Leather seats, right?”

  Camille laughed and let go of him. “So that’s the game?”

  “If I can make Russell cum before we get to the car, you sign over half the start up to us,” Nadia said.

  Brent whistled. “Wow. That’s steep.”

  “Very steep,” Camille said.

  “Show me how you two handle risk,” Nadia said.

  Nadia pulled down the top of her dress. She pinched each of her nipples and pulled her tits out to rest fully exposed.

  Russell adjusted his mirror for a better view.

  Nadia stuck out her tongue at him and guided Brent’s face down to suck on her nipple. Brent ran his hand up Nadia’s leg. Russell sat up in his seat to see Brent pawing at Nadia’s leopard print panties in his backseat.

  Nadia unzipped Brent and her hand disappeared into his pants. “Am I doing all the work back here, Camille? That’s not the kind of partnership we are looking for.”

  Camille slid her arms out of her dress and pushed it down past her tits. She was a little smaller than Nadia, but not by much. Russell held his lane with one hand on the steering wheel and felt blindly at each of his wife’s breasts.

  Nadia leaned up to have a look pulling her nipple from Brent’s mouth. Camille put her hand on Nadia’s forehead and pushed her back against the back seat again. Russell saw Nadia’s tits bounce in his rearview mirror. As he put both hands back on the wheel, he considered seeing if he could find a rougher road to make them jiggle more. She would probably appreciate the vibration.

  Brent slid his fingers inside Nadia’s panties from the side. She slid down in the seat spreading her legs wider. The motion pushed the bottom of her dress up past her hips and over her ass. This seemed to be a move she did well.

  Nadia worked Brent’s cock up out of his open pants and continued to stroke him. A swatch of light from a street lamp showed through the window revealing the Brent was about nine inches long and thick. Nadia stroked with a loose wrist motion that pumped the cock from side to side as she cranked it up and down between her fingers. Russell wanted that technique tried out on him soon, if he could.

  Camille rose up on her knees showing her tits over the back of the seat. She had Brent and Nadia’s attention. Camille worked her dress down past her waist and over the luscious curve of her ass. Her lacey thong was the same dark color as her dress that she slid under her knees and off the heels she left on.

  Russell reached out and rubbed his wife’s ass cheek. He gave it one crisp smack and Camille licked her lips.

  Nadia hummed and then said, “Yes, spank that bad, bad girl. Let her have it.”

  “I thought you were the one that wanted this,” Camilla said. She rocked her shoulders from side to side shaking her tits for them.

  Nadia licked her lips. “I won’t refuse it.”

  Russell felt Camille’s legs and then traced his fingers up the thing line of her thong between her ass cheeks. He took a deep breath and put both hands back on the wheel.

  “Show me how he likes it,” Camille said.

  Nadia smiled and ducked under Brent’s arm. She did not want his fingers to leave her pussy. Nadia brushed her teeth over the head of his cock. Brent moaned and threw his head back on the seat. Nadia kept teasing him with her teeth, but then put her tongue into the mix pressing it down and around the head. Brent thrust up and Nadia took his length in and out of her lips before going back to licking and brushed his cock against her teeth.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he said.

  Nadia worked his pants off and down. Brent sat bare assed on Russell’s seat as Nadia bobbed her head on his shaft and played with his balls.

  He pulled her dress up higher and pushed Nadia’s panties down off her ass. Russell adjusted his mirror to get a better look. Brent pumped three fingers in and out of Nadia’s pussy from behind as she sucked him.

  Brent breathed. “Suck my balls too.”

  Nadia stroked his length as she tongued and kissed his balls with loud, wet smacks.

  ***

  Camille slid her hand down the front of her thong and let her fingers dance over her pussy and clit as she watched.

  Nadia rose up off of Brent’s cock. “You want in on this yet, Ms. Camille?”

  Camille gave sharp, heaving breaths as she teased her own clit. “Brent, show me what she likes.”

  Brent folded Nadia to her back on the seat. He pulled off his own shirt and tie before stripping off her dress and panties. Brent threw them aside. The panties hit the side of Russell’s face as he drove. He reached up for them, but Camille pulled them away before he could get them. He didn’t see where she put them, but he hoped that she would keep them.

  Brent went facedown on Nadia’s pussy. Camille leaned over the seat to get a better look. Brent ran his tongue over every inch of her lips and clit. Nadia bucked her hips up into his face as she pulled at her own nipples.

  She stuck out her tongue at Camille and Camille blew a kiss back.

  Camille reached over and pulled at Brent’s balls from behind as he worked Nadia’s pussy. She stroked his hip and then reached under him to grab and stroke his cock. He spread Nadia open with one hand and reached up to fondle Camille’s breasts with the other.

  She climbed over the seat and slid to her knees on the floorboard facing them. “Sit up, you two.”

  They did. Nadia looped one leg up over Brent’s knee sp
reading herself wide.

  Camille leaned into Brent’s lap first. Russell tried to adjust his mirror, but he could just barely see his wife’s head over Brent’s lap. As she turned to the side, he got glimpses of her mouth and Brent’s cock.

  She was using her teeth and tongue the way Nadia had shown her. Russell felt the burn of jealousy through his body. He gripped the steering wheel until he heard the leather crackle. She better show him that trick when they got home, Russell thought.