The Trophy

Carrie stretched out languidly by the pool. There wasn't really anything keeping her with the Judge. They didn't have much in common. He was way older than she was. She didn't even manage to keep you out of prison. But here she was, with platinum blonde hair, a big diamond engagement ring on her finger, fake tits, and ass implants. She was drifting through life now, a trophy for the Judge.

"Hey sugar," Leland said smoothly, pouring some tanning oil onto her ass and rubbing it in.

"Hey Daddy," Carrie said, blowing a big bubble with her chewing gum. Leland had fired her after the divorce, and moved her in with him.

"I need some pussy," Leland said. That was her job, to do what Maureen hadn't.

"Of course Daddy," Carrie said, rolling over and parting her perfectly tanned thigh. The slenderly built Judge slid between her thighs, burying his eight inch pecker into her waxed mound. Carrie cooed obediently, grabbing his ass to pull him in all the way.

"Dumb bimbo bitch," Leland muttered, fucking her.

"Yeah, Daddy, your dumb bimbo bitch," Carrie repeated. She felt his balls slapping her ass, and she rubbed her clit fervently, bringing herself to an obedient orgasm. It made him feel more than he was, fucking this prime bitch, and he filled her with his seed. Her second job, she knew, would be giving him more children than Maureen had. The wedding was in a month.