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."
She stopped sucking. While she watched herself stroke the bearded man's cock with her left hand, the divorcee's cock throbbed and twitched in her right hand. Pre-cum dripped from its hole, until a thin string of it stretched past her thumb. He was lucky. She'd stopped just in time.
After about five pumps with her left hand on the bearded man's cock, she settled on a rhythm, and then turned back to start sucking the divorcee's cock again. With the coordination of a ballerina, she worked both cocks in harmony.
The divorcee closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He spread his legs a few inches to push his pelvis forward. Again, the man was about to explode.
However, Carrie didn't notice. So instead of finishing him, she switched her mouth to the bearded man's cock. She resumed stroking and sucking.
Disoriented, the divorcee opened his eyes and stared down at her little hand pumping his cock. He dropped his chin to hang his mouth open.
After three more strokes, his cum burst through her fist and splashed onto her cheek. Her head flinched in surprise, but she quickly turned to put his cock in her mouth. Her head flinched again a couple more times while she received shots to the back of her throat. Then removing her mouth, she used her hand to continue milking him. Six more visible shots disappeared through her lips.
She extracted the last drops of his semen, and then looked up at him. He was breathing heavily. With her mouth open, she laughed. He looked inside to see his semen swishing around. Closing her eyes and her lips, she swallowed it.
Richard's chest tightened.
Holy shit! That was a lot of cum
. She'd always swallowed his. Of course it had turned him on, but watching her eat another man's was painful. He'd never known she was so hungry for it. That was two loads. Would she try to eat five in one sitting?
The divorcee pulled up his pants and shuffled away to watch.
Carrie turned her focus to the man wearing a tie. She began sucking. His cock head plunged in and out of her puffy mouth while she slowly rocked her torso forward and backward. With her left hand she held his balls. With her right hand she began gently pumping and twisting on his shaft.
He stared at her face shaking his head in amazement. Richard knew she could make him cum quickly like the others.
However, she was interrupted again. The bearded man walked around to her other side. He grabbed her arm, nudged her left hand toward the man wearing glasses, and pulled her right hand toward himself. "Sweetheart, look. We have three cocks, and you have two hands plus one mouth."
In no time, she settled into an erotic three-on-one show. Both hands and her head moved forward and backward in unison, about one repetition per second. She gave each wrist three twists every time their cock heads retreated into her hands.
At the same time, she looked up into the eyes of the man wearing a tie, and bobbed on his cock with her soft velvety tongue extended past her bottom lip. Her big slippery upper lip dragged along the top of his shaft while she hungrily licked the bottom.
Cum still clung to her right cheek. Precious cum that she'd missed. She needed more and she was going to get it.
Richard could hardly resist the itch in his pants. He wanted to grab himself and jack off, but no. No, he had to stop getting turned on. He had to stay focused. Tonight was about business – the business of making a nasty skank. If he succeeded, he would no longer want her.
She stroked and sucked three cocks for about forty-five seconds. The man wearing a tie stared down at her face, and soon began to show signs that he was about to flood her mouth. His lower lip protruded revealing the bottom row of his teeth.
Richard watched Carrie's eyes. This time she knew. She could probably feel his cock head swell to its maximum size and turn to stone in her mouth. She noticed how his hips thrusted, but began to hitch as his control faltered.
In response, she reclaimed both hands from the others, to give full service to him. She quickened her pace.
