Fantasy story involving characters from the sitcom The King Of Queens.
Carrie Heffernan likes her job. She's the secretary for Milt Stone. He's a big business mogul with his offices in mid town Manhattan.
Carrie lives in Queens with her fat dumb husband Doug. He's more concerned with food and with playing ball with his buddies than he is to attending to his smokin' hot wife Carrie's very strong sexual needs.
So... Carrie fools around on Doug. She's a nympho, so she's gonna get her dick someplace. One of those places is at work. Yeah... Carrie fucks her boss, Milt. He's 70. Well dressed and cute. Charming... and most importantly... his dick is way bigger than Doug's. A foot long masterpiece. Carrie sucks it and fucks it as much as possible. And Doug's none the wiser.
Carrie and Doug are having a party for some friends at their place. She and her best friend Kelly are in the kitchen gossiping about a bunch of stuff. At the top of that list is a Mr Milt Stone.
"Girlll... is that white man really packing 12 inches?" Kelly asks real curious. She and Carrie are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some wine.
"Oh yeah!" Carrie makes a measurement gesture with her hands. "12 inches, and thick too. The biggest cock I've ever seen."
"My God! I've gotta try that out sometime. You gotta get me in on that, Carrie. I'm sure he could use some sweet brown sugar in his diet." Kelly nudges Carrie. She and Carrie laugh.
"I'll mention you to him. I've been fucking him so much lately, I haven't had time to do much work... much less anything else. He's even more insatiable than I am... and I'm a huge slut." Carrie laughs. Kelly grins and nods. They're both huge sluts actually.
Unbeknownst to Carrie... and to Kelly for that matter, Doug's friend Spence is eavesdropping in on the convo from the basement doorway. He smirking real wide. He's finally got some dirt on Carrie that he can use to make his biggest fantasy happen... Fucking the crap outta Carrie.
Spence patiently waits and listens from the doorway as Carrie keeps spilling the beans about her work romance with her charming, rich boss. Milt asked Carrie to go away to Jamaica with him for a week and Carrie said yes.
"I just have to figure out what to tell that idiot that I'm married to." Carrie is stumped. Kelly can't think of anything either.
"Well... if you take me along with you, I'll fuck Doug's brains out so good, he'll believe anything you tell him." Kelly's smirks at Carrie, drinking some wine, and mischievously shaking her eyebrows at her.
"That might work. But... he's too stupid to fuck you, probably. He's always afraid I'm gonna kick him in the nuts or something. DAMN!" Carrie pounds the table. She's totally stumped.
"KELLY." Kelly's husband Deacon shouts out to her.
"You'll think of something, girl. Don't worry. I gotta go see what my idiot wants. Kelly shakes her head and gets up, downing her wine, then heading into the living room to see what her husband wants.
"Damn it. I've gotta think of something. I'm not gonna miss out on a week in Jamaica with that stud." Carrie thinks hard.
All of a sudden...
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Spence walks over to the kitchen table, starling Carrie. He's grinning all cocky and devious. He starts unzipping his pants, but Carrie puts a stop to that real quick.
"What the fuck???? Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Kelly... and why the fuck are you unzipping your stupid ass pants, you pasty white freak???"
"Cause I'm gonna fuck you. That's why." Spence's grin is so pervy and full of it. Carrie's blood is boiling now though. She's a tough chick, and she doesn't mind kicking a dude in the fucking nuts when he pisses her off. Spence puts his hands in front of his big nuts though when he sees Carrie angrily snarling at him. He knows her well.
"Why in the fuck would I ever let you fuck me, you annoying little bitch????" Carrie stands up, pushing her chair back angrily with her leg. She pokes Spence hard in his chest, making him wince and rub his chest. Her angry look beaming with pure, raging disgust.
"Well... Cause I know all about your little affair with your boss, Milt. And I'm just guessing that Doug doesn't." Spence's smirk pisses Carrie off. She punches him in the stomach, doubling poor Spence over in pain. He holds his hand up to stop her from doing any ire damage.
"You listen to me, you pervy little weasel. You're gonna keep that stupid fucking mouth of yours shut! You hear me??????!" Carrie grabs Spence by the throat, seething with rage. Spence gulps hard, scared, but also turned on.
"WAIT. Just a minute." Spence tries to keep Carrie from kicking his ass. "I can help you with your little problem. I can fix it so you can go away with Milt to Jamaica and Doug will never know anything." Spence holds his sore stomach, breathing deep and grimacing.
Carrie still snarls at him, but let's his throat go. "I'm listening." She chills a little. Just a little... waiting to hear Spence's plan.
"Well... if you and I can come to an agreement..." Spence grins all pervy at Carrie. She shakes her head in disgust and looks away from him. "Then I'll take Doug with me to Las Vegas for the week. I know he wants to go really bad to see the big fight, but he told me you guys were having financial problems so he couldn't go. I'll take Doug with me, and pay for everything, and he'll never even suspect a thing about you and Milt fooling around on the beach for a week. I won't mention anything at all to him about what I heard. You don't even tell him you're going anywhere when I take him to Vegas. He'll be so excited, he probably won't even ask you if you'll miss him." Spence's grin is real wide and real pervy know. He knows his plan will work... and he knows how much Carrie wants to go to Jamaica with Milt.
