The Late Night

You pulled into the drive through for you and Carrie's favorite coffee place. Just one car in front of you till you got that delicious coffee. Your phone buzzed, your angst spiked.

Carrie: Enjoy, loser. Sweet dreams.

It was a minute long video of Carrie cleaning drops of cum off your dad's cock and balls and ass. You could never get her to rim your ass. You could hear your dad moaning in the background. It was happening. It was really fucking happening. Your heart was sinking, but your cock was stiff as you started to jerk off, eventually spraying your seed onto your shirt. You panted as there was suddenly a sharp knock on the window. It was Toby, the manager.

"Here's your coffee. Don't come back or I'll call the cops."

"Oh, I was having an anxiety attack." You fished the debit card out of your wallet, the card and your hand slick with cum. Toby wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"This is on the house. I'll call the cops if you ever come back, pervert."