Pimping Carrie

The thought of my grandfather and Carrie together in such a way turns my stomach, but I can't ignore the part of me that's morbidly curious. I decide to wait until she wakes up to confront them both.

As the evening wears on, the silence is broken by the sound of my grandfather's cane tapping against the floor as he makes his way downstairs. He doesn't look at me, and I avoid eye contact, the tension between us thick. I can't help but feel like a cuckolded fool, sitting here while he has his way with my girlfriend. The anger boils inside me, but I **** myself to remain calm, needing to gather all the evidence before confronting them.

Days turn into weeks, and the pattern continues. Each day, I come home to find Carrie more and more distant, her eyes glazed over from the endless cycle of pleasure and pain. The neighbors start to whisper and look at me with knowing glances. It doesn't take long before the rumors begin to spread like wildfire. Oddly enough, the complaints from the male neighbours stop, but the ones from their wives increase. It seems Grandpa had found a new hobby, and he was sharing it with the neighborhood.

One evening, as I pretended to watch TV, I heard the soft murmur of voices in the kitchen. Curiosity piqued, I snuck closer, pressing my ear against the door. To my horror, I recognized the voice of Frank, the neighbor from the right, discussing something with Grandpa.

"Look, for a neighbor and friend, I expect a discount," Frank's voice was firm, as he tries to negotiate a price with Grandpa. "And since you ripped all her holes, it's only fair that she's discounted now, right?" My heart races as the reality sinks in. They're talking about like a piece of meat.

Grandpa chuckles, "Oh, come on now, you can't find a cheaper piece of tail than that anywhere else!" His words are like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver down my spine. "But for you, my good neighbor, I'll throw in a free round," he says, his tone filled with the kind of pride a car salesman has after closing a good deal. "Just remember, she's got a bit of mileage on her now, so handle with care.", they both laugh.

The sound of their laughter sends a wave of rage through me, and I clench my fists, fighting the urge to barge in and confront them. I listen as the deal is sealed. My blood boils as I imagine Carrie, my Carrie, with him. I can't believe she's become cheap whore for them, for everyone. But as the anger simmers, I feel something else stirring inside me, a twisted mix of excitement and betrayal. I know I should be disgusted, but the thought of her being used like this, it's like a ****, one I can't quit.

Days turn into weeks, and the house becomes a brothel by day, when I'm at work, and a silent battleground by night. Grandpa's got a whole schedule of men coming in and out, all eager to do things not even the cheapest whore would agree to. And Carrie, my sweet, innocent Carrie, has become the star attraction. They try to hide it, but the smell of other men's cologne, the stains on our bed, it's like living in a fucking porn set.

But it's Frank that's the kicker. He's always been there, ever since we moved in. Helped us with the yard, brought over beers, talked about football. Now, I find myself dodging his winks and nudges, knowing that he's been fucking my girlfriend every day. And not just fucking her, but making her love it. She's got that look in her eye when she talks about him. The way she says his name, like it's a secret that she's dying to share. And Grandpa, he's playing it all up.

I come home one day, and there they are, in the kitchen, their heads bent together in whispers. Carrie's hand is on Frank's arm, and she's smiling at him in a way she hasn't looked at me in months. As I walk in, she jumps, her cheeks reddening. Frank looks at me, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Just discussing the neighborhood watch," he says, his hand lingering on the bulge in his pants. I want to punch him, to rip him away from her, but I can't. It's too late. She's theirs now.

Carrie's become the neighborhood slut, and Grandpa is her proud pimp, taking his cut from every encounter. I'm just the guy who brings home the bacon, who's too oblivious to see the whore he's living with.

One evening, I come home early to find Frank's truck parked in our driveway. The house is too quiet. I tiptoe upstairs, my heart racing. I push the door just enough to see into our bedroom, and there they are. My grandpa and Carrie, whispering and giggling like conspirators. Frank's naked, sprawled on our bed, his huge cock standing at full attention, and he winks at grandpa behind Carrie's back.

Grandpa is explaining something, and Carrie nods, sits on Frank's cock, slides her panties to the side and grabs his cock. As she tries to slowly ease herself down onto it, Frank grabs her hips and in one motion, slams her down onto his shaft. She cries out, a mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed over with desire. Grandpa stands beside the bed, stroking his own cock, watching them with a smug smile.

"Kiss me, sweetheart," he says, his voice thick with lust. Carrie eagerly leans in, her lips pressing against his, as Grandpa watches on, his own cock bobbing in his hand. The sight of them together is like a punch in the gut, but I can't look away. "Take it, baby," Frank whispers, his hand guiding her hips as he fucks her with a ferocity that's both terrifying and exhilarating.

The bed creaks under their combined weight, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. I can see the strain on Carrie's face, the way her eyes widen with each powerful push, and I know that she's being used in a way that no woman should ever be used. But she's not fighting it; she's embracing it, her body writhing and arching to meet him, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Carrie is lying on top of Frank and he is holding her tight, as Grandpa spits in his hand and then lubes up his cock, looking at her with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. He stepped closer to the bed. I couldn't watch, but I couldn't leave. I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making. "Ready to be split in two, my little whore?" he asked, and she nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust.

With one swift move, Grandpa positioned himself behind Carrie, his cock poised at her entrance. Frank didn't miss a beat, pulling out just enough to make room for the old man. "Here we go," he grinned. Carrie expected that grandpa will fuck her ass but with a grunt, Grandpa pushed his dick to Carrie's surprise and shock inside her already stretched pussy. The pain was intense. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the unbelievable fullness. "Oh, Grandpa, noooo. Pull it out...." she screamed, but it was too late. With one swift thrust, Grandpa buried himself inside her alongside Frank's massive cock.

Her walls stretched to the breaking point as they both began to pump in unison, each thrust pushing her further into depravity. Carrie's body betrayed her, her cunt clenching around them, **** for release. They fucked her like animals, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Her screams filled the room, a symphony of agony and ecstasy. The bed rocked and creaked under the weight of their depraved passion.

As I watched, my own hand found its way into my pants. The sight of my girlfriend, being used like a whore by the two men, was twisted, but it had my cock standing at attention. I stroked myself, feeling the heat build in my balls as I watched her take it, her body contorting in pleasure and pain. The sounds of their fucking were like a perverse melody that I couldn't escape.

Carrie's moans grew louder, and I knew she was close. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she approached climax, and she called out Frank's name, her voice shaky with desire. The sight of her calling out for him was like a knife in my heart, but I couldn't stop watching. I was the outsider in my own relationship, the one who had brought this monster into our lives.

Finally, with a collective roar, Grandpa and Frank both reached their climax, filling Carrie to the brim with their seed. They didn't bother to pull out, instead giving each other a high-five over her trembling body, their cum mixing inside her like a disgusting victory trophy. Carrie's screams of pain and pleasure were music to their ears, a symphony of their triumph over my girlfriend's innocence.

They lay there for a moment, panting and grinning at each other, basking in their conquest. Then, with a chuckle, Grandpa climbed off the bed, his cock still hard and glistening. "Good job, boy," he said to Frank and gives Carrie's ass a hard slap.

Carrie winced at the impact, but she didn't protest. Instead, she rolled over onto her stomach, her legs still shaking from the pounding she'd taken. Frank stood up and they both looked down at Carrie, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their combined climaxes. She was a mess, covered in sweat and their cum, her legs still spread and her pussy gaping open, a testament to the **** she'd just taken.