The Visitor

It was winter break. Miraculously, Carrie and David were still seeing each other. She spent about half the week over at the apartment you and David shared, in his room. Sometimes they let you watch. Sometimes you got to suck David off. Tonight was a watching night.

David had a friend over -- Justin, equally repulsive and chauvinistic, and equally into Carrie, but built long and thin. They were dining, and you were essentially serving as the butler.

"More wine for your ex," David ordered. You refilled Carrie's wine glass. One rule David had was no eye contact between you and Carrie. You could look at her asshole, her feet, or her pussy or mouth if it was being fucked.

After dinner, they retired to David's bedroom. You accompanied them, at David's request, to keep them"hydrated." They both sat on either side of Carrie, two wolves and their prey.

"I have to admit, I was surprised to see you and David dating," Justin said. Carrie blushed.

"Yeah, me either ..." David looked outraged, even though it was an act.

"What do you mean by that?" Carrie was taken aback.

"Oh, nothing babe..." she said, looking away. David looked cross.

"Whatever. More water, boy. And get sucking, bitch." It was a simple order, and you went to get them more water, while Carrie kneeled between them, pulling out both their cocks. Justin was an inch smaller than David, and circumsized. He didn't look pleased at being outmanned. She leaned in, starting to kiss and suck at each cock, as the night turned into a blowbang.

***

A half hour later, Carrie's belly was filled with two loads of cum, and the second phase of David's plan came into effect.

"Too much water," Justin said. "Going to take a piss." David grunted. Carrie was still on her knees, close to the wall.

"I could use a piss too," David said, walking instead to Carrie. He pushed her taut against the wall, reaching down to grab her skull and repositioned her. She realized what was coming, too late, her small fists beating at her obese captor. But nothing could save her now. He pushed his cock into her mouth and used her as a urinal. She fought back for a few more seconds, feebly, uselessly. You were watching, transfixed, as the fight left her body, and you watched her swallow, multiple times in succession, her eyes glazing over. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped, pulling his cleaned cock from her mouth. Carrie belched loudly. You came in your pants. Your roommate fucking owned your ex.