Sushi

Carrie was effervescent. She was happy and shining, and the joy you felt in her presence made you feel as the moon - basking in and reflecting her light rather than your own.

wAfter sushi, the two of you went back to your place. Finally in your room, she whispered into your ear.

"Want to see what my Daddy has been up to? Strip, and I'll be right back." You hastily unrobed while she used the restroom. She came out and sat in your office chair - an unworthy throne for a queen. She looked down, laughing.

"It's even smaller than I remember, pervert." She stood up, removing her pink shirt and pink yoga pants and red MAGA hat. She had come out at lunch about that. Her pink thong said "Daddy's girl" on it. "No touching, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am." Carrie arched an eyebrow, pulling off her bra, exposing her freshly pierced breasts. She pulled her thong to the side, revealing her pierced clit hood, unshaven pussy, finally lifting up to freshly bleached asshole. Her pussy showed how often your dad was fucking her. Your cock twitched, but didn't grow.

"That's right, prime pussy is too much for you," Carrie purred, pulling her thong back over to remind you who owned her pussy now. She languidly got dressed but still was barefoot. She changed tactics. "I've started thinking about my wedding day. First time since I was a little girl. I wonder where you'd be? The groom?" You shook your head, as her words made their mark. Your little cock grew stiff, and you stroked it with two fingers.

"No, I don't think so either. Would you be on my side as my friend? His side as his son? No side because you're in jail? Or no side because you're just a ... pathetic ... loser not even worthy of being cuckolded. Now that's it, cum on my foot Junior." You came, your weak seed splashing on Carrie's foot. You started to clean it up.

"So fucking impotent. You couldn't breed a fly. But your dad won't have this problem, trust me. Finish cleaning me, and go make me a Sex on the Beach."