Patreon Compilation – Fic#296 – Caroline/Shane(/Pierre) – cuckolding – Life Keeps Being Hard (Non-Canon part)

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Caroline/Shane(/Pierre) – Joja is gone and Caroline has kind of... purchased... Shane to be her kept boy. He is living his best life. Pierre... isn't.

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Caroline worms her way out from beneath the thick blanket, her hand searching through the air.

“Shaaane? Darling, where are you?” she calls out when she can’t find the warm skin she’s searching for anywhere.

The bathroom door opens just a split second later.

“I’m here. Do you need something?”

“Yes,” she whines petulantly, turning her face so it is completely hidden in her pillow and beneath her wild green hair. She mumbles something unintelligible but Shane is already moving out of the bathroom, one hand slowly stroking his cock to life.

“What… What is that supposed to mean? It’s not even seven yet! Hey!”

Pierre’s whining is like a nail drilling into Caroline’s head. She twists the arm she’s had hanging out of the bed and gives him the finger while Shane ignores him and starts to drag the blanket off of her body.

“I wouldn’t need a little pick-me-up if you weren’t so damn loud getting ready in the morning, Pierre!”

“Oh so now it’s my fault?!”

He stands at the wardrobe, his shirt hanging unbuttoned and untucked as he watches with a progressively more flushed face as a younger, fitter man crawls on top of his wife and feeds his cock into her waiting pussy without even sparing a glance at him.

It’s a familiar sight these days. Ever since Joja finally moved out of their beautiful little town and left Shane without a job, eager to accept it when Caroline proposed to buy him as a living sex toy.

He’s getting paid with the money Pierre makes to satisfy his wife daily. Hourly, even. Pierre can only complaint like the limp dicked cuck of a husband that he has been reduced to; standing in a corner and watching with a hard on as Shane pushed and pulled Caroline into whatever undignified position he wanted her to be in now. As he listened to her gurgle and groan, loving the attention of her boy as he deep dicked her until the squelching of her pussy juices being forced out of her cunt were shockingly loud.

And Shane looks good doing it. Phenomenal, even. That’s maybe the worst part of it all. People come into Pierre’s store, see Shane hanging around there and assume that he’s shifted jobs from Joja to Pierre’s. They tell Pierre how good he’s done by him, taking Shane in like that and giving him a chance. And how obviously good it is doing him; his skin having taken on a whole new kind of glow, a twinkle in his eye, a spring in his goddamn step.

Yeah… yeah, Shane looks wonderful but it’s just because he’s been dicking Pierre’s wife on the regular! Right there in front of his damn nose! It probably gets them off more if he’s there to witness it. There’s no other reason for why they would choose to sneak into the main shop and fuck between the aisles when nobody else is there to shop.

There’s no other reason Shane would choose to spread her out on the altar first thing Sunday morning when they know Pierre will come for his weekly quiet time between him and Yoba.

Her cunt flashing at him like a bright red stop sign as she got her legs spread wide by her young stud-for-pay. Her gaze hanging right on to her husband, a mocking little grin on her youthful features as she finally got the dick she’s always been gagging for.

Yes, Pierre has found himself in a really specific kind of Hell; stuck being relegated to the side lines and watching Shane grow into himself more and more day by day, one nut at a time as he did his best to try and impregnate another man’s wife.

Caroline is obviously feeling lazy today. She barely even lifts her hips up to give Shane better access to her swollen peach as he drags his erection through the valley of her ass cheeks and down to her cunt.

Pierre can’t even see her face. She sighs when she’s finally getting filled with cock but she might as well be drifting away again. Rocked back to sleep like a baby just by the power of Shane’s damn dick.

And Shane doesn’t care. Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t need her to be awake; all he wants to do is his job which is to ram his cock up her holes whenever she shows one of them off to him and pump her full of his hot stud load. He doesn’t need her to scream for him, and he doesn’t need her to praise him – both of which Caroline does liberally, usually. No… all he needs is an order and he will perform like a machine.

“You’re… you’re just animals!” Pierre hisses. He turns away, angrily buttoning up his shirt, eyes glancing at the mirror inlaid into the door of the wardrobe. He slightly angles the door differently so he has a better look at his wife getting serviced by her stud.

Shane still got a bit of a beer belly going for him but there is simply no denying that he looks good. The physical activity apparently does wonders for one’s depression.

He presses his lips into a straight line, a twitch underneath his eye jumping in time with the slaps of Shane’s hips against Caroline’s ass and her subsequent little gasps.

She struggles to push her wild mane of hair out of her face, probably so she wouldn’t suffocate. Her cheeks are cherry red and her lips wet and open as she brainlessly sucks on a corner of her pillow while she’s getting serviced.

Serviced by a stud that Pierre has to pay for, no less! He sucks on his teeth, getting more and more agitated until he whirls around again. “Will you at least stop fucking in my marriage bed?!”

Caroline’s glassy eyes roll to look at him. Instead of showing him the finger again, she starts to slowly grin which… is even worse. She’s so goddamn juvenile for a woman her age!

“It’s the most action this bed has seen in years, Pierre! Don’t be a party pooper. It’s all made possible by your generous donation, after all! You’ve never been as popular as now. People love that you got Shane employed!”

For the first time, Shane makes a sound as well; a cocky, dirty little chuckle that brings Pierre’s blood to a boil within seconds.

He then cuts a little glance over to the other, one side of his mouth lifting in a crooked grin that looks infuriatingly handsome. “They sure do! They keep asking me if the money is really worth it working with you and I tell them that you’re just the kindest guy. Just so understanding.”

He looks down then, at the ass of the woman he’s deep dicking, and grabs Caroline’s cheeks to spread them, and subsequently her pussy, nice and wide around his cock. It immediately gets a reaction out of her, her voice climbing a few registers as she arches her back and pushes her pussy out toward him.

“You’ll understand this too, right? When I fuck a new kiddo into your own wife? You’ll understand that you’ll pay for it all, right? You’re such a nice guy, Pierre! Wow!”

He lifts his hand up high and lets it rush down against Caroline’s thigh, slapping her with a shockingly loud clap that has her bounce in surprise before the sensation of pain probably even hits her brain.

And instead of cussing him out and kicking him off her bed like she absolutely would have done with Pierre, Caroline just giggles and then groans low and throaty like some beast of burden as she rocks back into her boy toy and tries to make him fuck her faster, harder, deeper.

He would if she were to order him. But she doesn’t, so he withholds it just to drive her even wilder on his cock as he reams her pussy until it is even more puffy and red than it had been before.

And all that Pierre can do is stand there impotently with a hot erection tenting his pants and the knowledge that there is nobody in the whole damn town that would want to take care of it for him.

He can only watch as the other two are having their fun humiliating him. And he is standing there, hot for it all, about to shoot his load without a single finger having touched his cock because at the end of the day Pierre is just a humiliation pig getting off on his wife getting fucked by a man that he pays for.

Will Shane actually pump another child into her? He hasn’t worn any protection as far as Pierre knows. He doesn’t have a clue if Caroline uses the pill. She’s not talking to him, after all.

Unless she’s getting grunt fucked by her boy toy, that is.