Jonas gets some road head

You looked over at Aimee, feeling giddy and more than a little drunk. Something nagged at you in the back of your mind, but you sipped at the drink Jonas had given you (champagne, apparently) and it quieted.

Aimee wasted no time once Jonas closed the door, and whispered in your ear, "Jonas is richer than I thought! This is going to be *lots* of fun, but we'll want to make sure to get home afterward. Just follow my lead, baby." As she spoke, she rested a hand on your left knee, her fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt. She kissed your ear, and your legs parted unconsciously as you sighed at the sensation.

Jonas turned to the two of you, smiling with very white teeth, "You ladies certainly are comfortable together; do you do this often?" Your eyes meet his, then tracked downward, below his belt, where an obvious tent was forming from watching you both.

"Only when we're celebrating!" Aimee answered happily, sounding fairly distracted by his erection herself. "You like to watch?" She asked. The hand under your skirt moved higher, and you whimpered. Aimee was being *so* mean, teasing you like this.

Jonas laughed, "When the show is *this* good, I prefer to participate." He reached down on your other side and took your drink, gently guiding your hand between his legs. You complied, and as your fingers touched his growing erection, Aimee's moved up to brush your clit. The result was an accidental moan that brought another smile to both of their faces while you blushed further. Jonas nodded, either in approval of you or in reply to Aimee's question. "What are you celebrating?" He asked.

Your hand had wrapped loosely around Jonas' cock, unconsciously working the zipper loose, and Aimee released your seatbelt, giving you an encouraging nudge forward. It was all the approval you needed to drop to your knees on the floor of the car, turning to face Jonas as you unzipped his fly fully and slipped his cock out, gawking at it. He was *huge!* Your mouth watered and time seemed to slow as you leaned toward it, mouth open.

Beyond his cock, you could see Aimee lifting her tube top up over her head, letting her perfect boobs out to play. She grinned down at you as Jonas smoothly turned toward her, his hands seeking out her tits as her mouth found his. Vaguely, you heard your phone vibrating an incoming call in your purse. Then your lips wrapped around Jonas' dick, and the fire in your pussy consumed what was left of your conscious thought.

Somehow managing both you and Aimee, Jonas reached down with one hand to guide your mouth along his cock. Whatever his other was doing, Assume approved of it. Dimly you heard her answer his question between kisses above your bobbing head, her voice heavy with lust, "We're celebrating... Stefi... accepting herself... for the... slut... she *really* is!"

It took you a moment to process what your best friend was saying, because your brain was full of cock.

*Full of a stranger's cock, but sluts like you couldn't help themselves when it came to sex. You couldn't even wait long enough for Greg to come home from work, so you went out to get fucked by somebody else.*

It was all too much to handle. Your phone stopped vibrating and you came hard.

You missed whatever Jonas said after that, and only took your mouth off of his dick to gasp and giggle until the car came to a stop.

The door opened to spill the evening's light on the three of you and you blinked out blearily, Jonas' hand resting possessively on the back of your head.