Dining In

Five days later, Carrie's Prius was ready to go. She didn't want to go. And Jerome didn't want her to go. But it was time to get back.

"You going to be safe, baby?" Jerome asked her. She purred, kissing him.

"I will, King."

"And how's that present for your cuck?"

"Still warm and thick," Carrie said, smirking.

***

She texted you halfway back, ordering you to meet her at her place. You were there promptly, and she pulled you inside by her shirt.

"What the hell happened, Carrie? I've been so worried ..." Carrie glared at you.

"So worried you sat on your ass in New Mexico. I'm really not inclined to relive it. You sent me to seduce your dad, and he was completely and utterly unredeemable. But I found a better bull. Younger than him, younger than you. More successful than him, more successful than you. Bigger than him, bigger than you. And he's black." She watched with satisfaction as your underwear tented. She sat down on her couch, pulling her pants off.

"Come here, cucky. Crawl." You got on your hands and knees and crawled to her. She pulled her panties to the side. The underside was soaked with cum. Mixed male and female cum. "C'mon, clean me up."

You leaned up, hesitantly placing your lips on her pussy, your tongue pushing out, pushing into her. Satisfied, she released, pushing thick, wet gobs of Jerome's cum into your mouth.

"That's it, cucky. It's been marinating in me all day. He's my boyfriend now, you know. That makes you what? Friend with benefits? A side piece? Better clean it all out before I go off the pill," she said, petting you while she taunted you. Jesus, you thought. How much did he cum in her?

Finally, you'd cleaned out her cunt, getting the stray drops from her asshole and her thighs. And you'd manually cleaned her sodden panties with your tongue. She petted your cum covered face.

"Mmmm. I should have been fucking you from day one, sweetie."