The Cuckquean

The more she dated Chad, the more she missed your dad. He was acting like a typical asshole jock to her -- the same kind of guys she dated in high school and college, and eventually dumped in favor of a ****, more effeminate male like you. But it was all an act, but it wasn't until tonight she realized it. Chad put her on her knees, letting her suck him hard. He got out a large pink dildo, pushing it inside her, making her rut on it while she got him wet. And then he cuffed her hands behind her back. And then, and only then, did he bring out Kristin.

"The fuck?" Carrie said angrily. "What is that bitch doing here?" Chad got down on his haunches.

"You think I don't know who the fuck you are?" he said, staring her down. "You were trying to get with my dad. And suddenly you show up in Florida and try to get with me. Yeah, yeah 'he's a jock, he's dumb.' Well, I ain't. So you've got two choices. You can sit there and watch till I'm done and fuck off forever. Or you can ride this big dildo, almost the size of me, and think about how jealous you are of Kristin for fucking what you came here to get."

He made love to Kristin, like Carrie had always hoped he'd make love to her. Deep kisses, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, his big cock delving deep into Kristin's pussy. Almost instinctively, Carrie started to ride the toy.

"That's it, bitch, be our little cuckquean," Kristin said. "Be jealous. Look at you, fucking drooling. The better woman won, bitch." And at this abrupt, horrible humiliation, Carrie came.