Part IV in this series. You probably want to read parts 1-3 first.
* Part 1: /r/sexystories/comments/8vd5oq/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_sucks_to_be/
* Part 2: /r/sexystories/comments/8wacwm/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_ii_str8/
* Part 3: /r/sexystories/comments/8x0jxl/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_iii_str8/
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So, people have been asking me about Mick. If you recall, the story so far is that he was in a relationship with Carla, and then I stole her from him. It cut-up both me and Carla when she broke-up with him, and yeah, he didn’t talk to either of us for a few weeks. I’d lost one of my best friends. He’d lost Carla and me, I guess. And Carla felt like the worst bitch ever to have existed.
But things did get better. As Carla has explained, we got back in touch and eventually we began to involve him and his eight-inch cock in our sex life in threesomes—and some other escapades. And it turned out he can be kinky as fuck.
To illustrate this, here’s an email I sent him from work a few days ago about a fun thing that happened (although Carla didn’t think so at the time). I’ve had to delete some identifying details.
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From: James XXXXXX
To: Michael XXXXXXX
Date: XXXXX
Subject: Let me tell you about last night…
Mick
I’ve got 15 minutes before my meeting with XXXXX so this’ll have to be brief —
I know you love to hear stories about what I get up to with the beautiful and talented Carla. Here’s a story from last night. YOU have a starring role, even though you weren’t there.
What’s a guy to do when he gets home from work and his cock is painfully hard—hot Summer day, girls on the train journey home barely wearing clothes—yet his girlfriend is at a Pilates class?
I know what you’re going to answer. However, taking matters quite literally into my own hands is problematic: Carla has banned porn from the household. Admittedly, she did catch me jerking off a few times over the MacBook but how many times have I knelt on the living room floor and licked out her pussy while she watched her personal collection?
Hypocritical? I’m not making any accusations, but I insisted the same rule applies to her. No porn for Carla. She agreed. Fine.
I spotted a loophole straight away. I made sure to get her definition of pornography, which was this: movies or pictures of one or more people masturbating or fucking. Men or women or any combination thereof.
Pretty comprehensive, eh?
But what if I jerk off while watching HER having sex? In other words, the growing library of movies that she and I have made together. I’ll be honest—with my semi-pro HD camera they’re better than any of the stuff you can find online: Pin sharp, no bad acting. Just people having fun. Lots of nasty fun—as you know!
I didn’t mention the loophole to Carla, of course. One has to save such a defense for when it’s needed.
Here’s where you come into the story. Remember a few months ago when you, me and Carla got back to my place from that dinner party at XXXXX and Carla suggested we have a threesome? Okay, it wasn’t so much a suggestion, as it was Carla unzipping your trousers and reaching inside while I looked on bemused. Carla knows what she wants in life and that’s why we both love her.
Anyway, remember too how at her rude insistence of a cock in the pussy and one up her ass—classic double penetration, like you might see in those porn movies that are now verboten?
Yeah, I got the whole nasty night on camera. It’s one of my favourites to watch when—ahem—left on my own.
So picture the scene that night after I’d arrived home, if you will: I’m still in my office attire but my trousers are around my ankles. There’s a bottle of lube sitting on the couch alongside me.
On the TV is you and Carla. You’re not saying much because your tongue is in use flicking against Carla’s clitoris. There no noise from Carla either because my cock is in her mouth.
I’m a pretty good filmmaker, even if I say so myself. I could easily be a porn director. I film a close-up of you finger-fucking her pussy, then switch to a nice close-up of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
It’s fucking art, I tell ya!
Back in real-life that night after work, I’m beating my cock pretty hard. I’ve got the sound turned-up high—so high that I don’t hear the frontdoor slam and Carla walk into the room. You know her taste in old cars—she has the noisiest Volvo 240 remaining in existence. How did I miss it parking up?
“What are you doing?” she asks.
It’s a dumb question.
But a couple of gut-reactions flash through my head.
(1). I can quickly put my cock back into my trousers and make like nothing is happening.
or
(2). I can switch over the TV and make like I’m getting off over some home improvement program (kinky!)
As it happens, a third option leaps to mind when I see her in her Pilates gear (tight vest barely containing those tits, yoga pants barely containing that spectacular ass)… I flash puppy dog eyes at her and carry on stroking my greased-up dick.
“I finished the class early,” she says, frowning. “My mother’s coming over soon to talk about the wedding.”
“Uh-hu,” I say, looking at the small patch of sweat that’s formed on her sports top and wondering if her tits are lubed by sweat enough for my cock to slip between.
A slapping noise is coming from the TV. Skin slapping against skin. It’s you again, vigorously fucking Carla doggy-style.
Back here in real life, Carla looks even more confused. I’m not sure if she’s faking it.
“Did you get my text messages?” she asks.
I shake my head. My phone’s been acting weird lately. Missed calls and messages.
“I’ve been SO horny today at work,” she says.
Then she comes over and kneels in front of me. I’m a little surprised. Astonished, in fact. This isn’t what I was expecting. But with Carla you have to expect the unexpected.
She pushes my legs apart, then grasps my cock.
“I’ve wanted you all day,” she says, slowly stroking me. “I wanted to hook-up at lunchtime. I texted you to meet me at that hotel that charges by the hour. I wanted feel your cock inside my holes. But you didn’t show.”
She buries her tongue in my balls, flicking wildly, before taking my cock into her mouth.
The feel of her tongue sliding up and down is exquisite. She could teach cock sucking at college level.
I lean back and let out a groan, wondering how long I can hold out before I cum.
But things get even better.
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom?” I suggest.
She shakes her head.
“Cum on me,” she says. “I want your spunk to drip down my face.”
After a day of being Carla the securities broker, now I’m being treated to Carla the Slut. It’s probably my favorite version of her, although I admit I’m biased.
I watch on the TV as you and I finally get around to some double fucking. If you remember I set the camera on a tripod, then sat on the couch. Carla lowered her herself onto my cock. Then you came from behind and slipped your dick inside her ass. We got a pretty good rhythm going. Whatever the case, Carla looked like she was in heaven. It was kinky feeling your cock inside her pushing against mine with just the wall of her pussy between us.
Back in the real-world of the living room that evening, Carla is making an earnest attempt at actually swallowing my cock. I can feel her nose against my pubic hairs. My cock is seven inches long, for fuck’s sake. How is this even possible? Admittedly I’m encouraging her with a hand on the back of her head but if she isn’t careful my spunk is going to be shooting down her throat. As she requested, we have other plans for it.
She switches to licking my balls. She just knows how to get the most out of me, and this is going to be a big load.
It’s best if I use bullet points to explain what happened over the next 45 seconds:
* Carla tells me in no uncertain terms that she wants my sperm on her face. I’m happy to oblige. I stand up so she’s kneeling in front of me with her tongue out, classic porn slut-style.
* Her mother walks into the room, holding a set of door keys in her hand (not the first time Carla’s left them in the lock). Carla’s has her back to the door, so isn’t aware we have an audience.
* Carla’s mother doesn’t even look at us. Her attention is drawn to the TV. YOU are the centre of attention—or at least your cock is, because the movie’s reached the moment where you’re shooting your load across Carla’s tits.
* Now you must understand that I’ve always found Carla’s mother… Attractive. Attractive as in fantasizing about fucking her. Looking good for 50, she seems the kind of woman who begs for anal, and those tight blouses she wears let you see from where Carla inherited the boobs. Despite the surprise of seeing her right at that moment, and to cut a long story short, I catch her eye and my mind fills the briefest hint of a fantasy involving fucking mother and daughter at the same time…
* I let out a low grown as my cock starts to erupt. All I can do at this stage is watch.
* “Mom!” says Carla, who’s followed by gaze and figured out some one’s watching us.
* My cum splatters against the side of Carla’s face and hair, and shoots over her head too.
* All three of us have our eyes are drawn back to the TV because there’s a guy making loud orgasm noises. It’s me. In a very well-framed close-up (even if I say so myself) my on-screen cock shoots thick jets of spunk into Carla’s open mouth, after which on-screen Carla greedily swallows then licks my cock clean.
* The on-screen me laughs.
* The real-life me laughs. What else can I do?
* Carla’s mom storms out.
* Carla runs after her.
* I grab a towel and start cleaning-up.
That’s how it happened. I’ve got to go because XXXXX from XXXXX is shouting for me to come into the meting.
Until next time…
—James
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8x1kg1/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_iv_mmf
What a fucking ending Jesus Christ.