Disclaimer: I might have titled this,
How Jealousy Makes an Evil Man
. Richard is a horrible man making horrible, selfish choices. He should get what he has coming to him – severe justice. And of course, Carrie's parents, to simply quit parenting – appalling. Warning: Do NOT try this at home.
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Chapter 3
After the man exited the dining area, Carrie sat back on her heels to wait. She stared out anxiously through the arched doorway, shifting her weight from one side to the other. She looked like a blameless, nice young girl. Yet, she had a strange man's load of cum in her belly.
Richard's plan was progressing better than he had expected. He'd not had to twist her arm, and just like that she was ready to suck another dick. She really had no idea anymore what it meant to be a good girl.
The current song faded out while a new one faded in to sustain the club's never-ending dance beat, the soundwaves vibrating through the floor into Richard's feet. The walls of the dining area blocked the view, but he imagined the stripper on the stage swinging her bare ass to the music.
After five minutes, the gray-haired man returned with an uncomfortable look on his face. He had four other middle-aged men with him, one with thinning hair, one with glasses, one with a beard, and one wearing a tie. He rubbed his ear and looked at Carrie like a kid about to ask for extra desert.
Carrie glanced around at his friends with beaming puppy dog eyes that said, 'It's so nice to meet you.'
The man hesitated a moment, and then said, "I told them what happened – how awesome you were. They didn't believe me." He patted the shoulder of the man next to him, the one with thinning hair. "Here's the guy who just got divorced. I told him you agreed to give him a blowjob and, well..." He nodded toward the other three guys. "They had an idea."
"What?" Richard asked, half shouting. "They want to watch?"
The corners of the man's mouth stretched into a toothy, guilty smile. He raised pleading eyebrows at Richard. "Well," he said. "They were wondering if they could join in."
Holy shit, a blow bang!
Richard's pulse quickened. This guy had some nerve, thinking Carrie was
his
whore. "You mean you want her to give
all
of them blowjobs?" he asked. True, she was injured, but there must be
some
function left in that part of her brain. Surely, she still has limits.
Carrie's face froze while mouthing the word, 'Oh.' She turned to look at Richard, but he only returned an unsmiling, curious stare.
Why are you looking at me, you slut? Are you going to do it?
After a few seconds, her face thawed. She turned and reached her arms out toward the divorcee, as if inviting him for a hug.
He started unbuckling his pants and slowly stepped forward to stand in front of her. While she helped him pull his pants down to his knees, the other four men exchanged looks of surprise and amazement.
She took ahold of the divorcee's flaccid cock and sealed her lips around it. Her lower jaw wiggled back and forth as she sucked its head, rubbing it with her tongue inside her mouth. In seconds, it hardened.
Richard watched, shaking his head. For a moment, he forgot his resentment toward her. He must have been hallucinating, to see a pretty girl giving a blowjob to this perverted, pathetic older man. He had a lined, leathery face, thinning hair, and a pot belly. In contrast, she had blushing cheeks, long healthy locks, and the delicate body of a ballerina. She was too good for him.
I can't believe she's doing it.
She removed the divorcee's stiff cock from her mouth and looked around at his friends. They just stood there staring.
They can't believe she's doing it either.
Richard roused himself back to the business at hand. The old men were lined up, each one waiting his turn for a pretty girl to suck his dick, the girl that had made him feel worthless. This was perfect. As a whore,
she
would see what it was like to feel worthless. With a swing of his arm, Richard gestured for them to move in.
They stepped forward and began pulling down their pants.
In moments, the men surrounded her, standing with their pants half way down. The three recent arrivals' cocks hung half-hard. So with her knees on the floor, Carrie pivoted from one to the next, spending about twenty seconds sucking each one, and soon four full erections protruded toward her face.
The sexy image made Richard's temperature rise, and underneath his jeans
his
penis hardened too. She looked like a hot, slutty porn star.
She relocated the divorcee's cock, grabbed it with her right hand, and put her mouth in front of her thumb and forefinger. She stroked and spun her fist on his shaft while she bobbed her head along with it. With her left hand, she grabbed his balls as if using a handle to pull her face onto his cock. She was not wasting any time.
For about thirty seconds, she gave the divorcee a blowjob while the others watched. He stared down at her with his mouth open and his lower lip stuck out. He looked like he was going to drool. Richard figured it had been a long time since the man's ex-wife had given him a blowjob. The poor guy was not going to last long watching a beautiful eighteen-year-old sucking his dick.
Sure enough, the man began opening and closing his mouth like a breathing fish. His hands began twitching near his thighs. He was about to cum in her mouth. But then he didn't.
Preempting the man's blissful climax, the bearded man grabbed Carrie's left arm, pulling her hand from the divorcee's balls. Like a puppeteer, he rested her hand on his cock. "Here, Sweetheart." Richard read his lips. "You can stroke mine at the same time. There you go. Like that."
