Carrie's Secretary

It was late October. Carrie had spent two months mourning the end of her relationship with your dad. She invited you over to let you know she was ready to start dating again. Of course, she didn't mean you. She dated men off tinder, she dated jocks, but she mostly she dated old men. But she wasn't content, not yet.

You and Carrie were side by side in matching panties, masturbating to videos of hung men jerking off.

"Mmm, this one is a hairy fuck," Carrie said approvingly.

"Mmm, yeah," you agreed, pumping your pencil dick.

"You're good at sniffing out big dick, aren't you sweetie?" You blushed. "Tell me about the first time."

"It was back in school, pre-Marco ... fuck his balls are heavy ... and we had a coach, Johnson ..."

"A little on the nose," Carrie observed.

"I hung back after class, cause he'd shower. He had this beautiful cock, it was huge, like 10 inches. I couldn't do anything, so I'd just watch, transfixed. One day I stole his jock strap, and man I got so much mileage sniffing it. The first BBC I'd ever seen. God, I can still remember it," you whimpered, squirting out a single rope of watery seed.

"So the jock's son was a jock sniffer," Carrie concluded unhelpfully. "Let's get your cage back on and get a drink at Ettie Mae's." Ettie's was a local LGBT bar.

***

"Here you go, hot stuff," Karla the bartender said.

"Thanks babe," Carrie replied, taking her drink. She went with you to the back corner.

"So listen," she said, "I'm not having much luck lately dating. Either they've got small dicks, are not alpha, or they are already taken. You offered to be my secretary, so do it. Your secondary job is to be my assistant the next two weeks. Your primary job is to put that jock sniffing nose of yours to work and find me the right Bull. The pay is nothing, but the fringe benefits are awesome. I want a ... hmm ... presentation in two weeks." She had you at hello.