Tales of Carlo Ch. 02

Some images, men are biologically incapable of keeping out of our heads. That's why it's so much fun to show lesser men such things when they don't really ask for it: you get to watch their worlds unravel with the most haunting revelations.

Carlo was always fun for fucking with in, oh, just so very many fucked up ways. I tell him only about a third of the things I do to him, because that seems to be all he can handle. I got a little overzealous with the 15 FaceTime calls until I finally got his ass watching me pop my dick in and out of his girlfriend's ass, but that kind of thing happens when you have actual testosterone and not just caffeine and weakness swimming in your veins and keeping you awake, but barely alive at all.

It's not like I hate little Carlo or anything. Hate is an oddly intimate, intentional, interpersonal experience. No, he's just always sort of there. Eyes wide, and trying not to see everything. So hypersensitive to my every word and movement, and just begging--I mean like, literally BEGGING me--to lift my little finger and get some girl he's all pathetically obsessed with all wrapped around it.

I don't think I was born a sadistic asshole, but whimpering, passive little sweet baby Carlo really tugs and works that shit out of me. Maybe if he wasn't so insistent on labelling me the cruelest guy on Earth, I wouldn't enjoying playing that role in his life to a T. Maybe if he had slightly worse taste in women, also, he wouldn't have to suffer seeing me fuck all the loves of his life.

Also, if they're really into me, were they really such precious angels to begin with? I am not exactly a catch over here, even if I am more than my fair share of witty, and know how to walk like I got an actual dick in my pants. Unlike Carlo, that soft cuck boy, I am not afraid to admit to what I am--and that is an asshole. But Carlo needs to understand that this world is full of gaping assholes, and I'm hardly the worst of the bunch. He needs to stop being so sensitive to my mind games, and then he won't be so damn fun to play with.

Maybe I'm supposed to be the bigger man... I don't know. But I think nature designed me to want to push his buttons for a reason. It compels me to call him on Facetime while balls deep in his lover's tight little asshole. Otherwise, why am I doing it? Why is Claire letting me, and why is he answering? I can't say I know this, but what does it goddamn matter? Nut up or shut up. Act like a bitch, your bitch gets fucked like a bitch. Bitch.

Anyways. When Carlo left our sweet Facetime and I finished laughing a good 10 minutes later, I collapsed onto Claire in the backseat of my SUV and my strong, big body crushed her for a good while longer.

"You knew it was Carlo," Claire said softly.

"What?" I asked genuinely, miles away and unable to process that shit stain's name or why it was in her mouth right now except to compare my epic fuck skills to the whimpering cunnilingus that that guy provided.

Claire was on her front on my seat and my chest was pressed into her back so heavily, I had no idea how that sweet little bitch could even breathe.

Claire waited a while, then softly, she picked up the topic.

"That was needlessly cruel, Latsky." Uh-oh. She only ever used my last name when she really wanted my attention. I might actually have fucked up this time by claiming it was her girlfriend--her neighbor and that old FWB's of mine's sister--who'd left her panties somewhere that I was calling. I told myself that my smooth, playful tone made it pretty clear to Claire that I was actually calling Carlo. Especially since I had mentioned wanting to Facetime him yesterday to humiliate him, and Claire just smiled politely, but her body language screamed that she loved the idea.

But in hindsight, I mean... that doesn't actually make any fucking sense, does it? I am not often at a loss for words or missing my cue to speak, but I had just fucked Claire's ass like a god, and that's not usually something I can do to women at full force, much less finishing inside and truly emptying myself into something so preciously tight, tiny, and snugly puckered around me.

Jesus, Claire always gave me a run for my money. I was really starting to like this hippie dippy sex bitch. She didn't even get on me for fucking all her friends and Carlo's coworkers. I think that shit turned her on, and now my every other hookup was even hotter, knowing it would drive Claire crazy to hear all about it the next time we were kissing, tugging, or fucking on each other. So this quiet, solemn reprimand was really starting to worry me.

"I don't wanna go to work today," Claire said after much more silence. "I want you to take me back to Carlo's, and I'm not gonna text you for the rest of today."

Claire's authoritarian tone was becoming more and more sexy. I was hanging on her every word. It was so calculated. So calm and collected, but firm like an ox might sound if he told you he wasn't pulling your fucking cart across Ancient China this time. My heart was picking up pounding, and it was getting harder and harder to find something witty and ever so clever to say between her commanding statements.

"Why--?" I paused, and caught my breath. This already wasn't going well. "Why, did I fuck up your poop chute? Stretch you too far? Need him to soothe that--" Claire shrugged me off of her naked body like I weighed nothing and slipped out of my fucking window and into the street. I was so glad she interrupted my fakey-tough quivering ass voice as I tried to spin humor on this--I was shaken like I hadn't been since the last beating my old man gave me. My chest felt sick and my head was spinning; I knew this girl Claire was the real deal.

Out barefoot and buck-ass naked in public under the long bridge we parked under, I was purely stunned to watch that thin angel go powerwalking in anger away from me. It took me ages to scurry to the front seat and get into my boxers. I started the car and chased after her just barely before she'd stepped into the morning light at the Carlo-side end of the bridge's safe shadow. Luckily, no one else was driving or walking around here just now. I had to slow down a moment before reaching Claire, shaking my head at the thin bitch's epic audacity. She really was doing in my whole tough guy persona and I was fucking attached to it.

I sucked on my nicotine vape to calm my nerves, then pulled up quickly alongside my gorgeous tan girly beanpole on the passenger side and leaned way the fuck over to pop her door open directly in the way of her path to ensure that she got into it.

"Jesus Christ, you crazy girl," I said, and found my real voice again. It was low and concerned, just like hers was before she'd (SOMEHOW) slipped out of a half-lowered, tall-ass SUV window in milliseconds like a cat or a damn ninja.

Thankfully, Claire got into my car, and quickly. She ignored my words and my heavy, worried eyelids as she slinked into the backseat and collected her clothes, then dressed rapidly.

"Can I just--"

"Carlo's." Claire interrupted me calmly and firmly. Her tone said, "This is your last fucking chance, cause if I get out of this SUV again, I am never getting back into it so long as your dumb ass shall live."

I paused with my mouth open and just licked my lips instead like that was what I was planning to do all along. Claire saw the movement and stared at my mouth with a very slight amused smirk forming on her precious little lips.

"Carlo's," I repeated like a good boy, and gave a similar smirk of admiration that a female had actually gotten me to comply with fucking anything but a demand for dick ASAP. I couldn't remember the last time that had happened.

"And you're going to apologize," Claire added, staring straight ahead sternly, though her voice was softened just slightly.

I caught my automatic bullheaded reply before my mouth actually opened this time, and instead I said nothing as the two of us made way for little Carlo's apartment right next to my little powerhouse Claire's--the only reason he got his foot in the door with her at all, I was sure.

I pulled up to Carlo's apartment block.

"Carlo's," I stated, arm behind Claire's chair. I was turned slightly and staring at her, my confidence refound and worn on my shoulders once more like an unzipped letterman. She's just finished dressing again. God, I loved her thin body. It was driving me absolutely insane in her tight, revealing yoga fit.

Claire's seatbelt popped out and away from her perky lil titties, hidden once more in her crop top, after she'd slammed the release button with two fingers, then she hopped down and out of my SUV door with all the determination in the entire fucking universe.

"Park and come in," she ordered, and made way for the door to get started pleading with Carlo to buzz us in at the intercom, I imagined.

I scoffed in oddly impressed disbelief at yet another command from the cute little twig girl. I watched her power-walk to the intercom and start punching numbers somehow both urgently, yet calm as a seasoned general. I watched Claire and I wondered just so many things. Mostly where all that power and personality fit in those thin, lean limbs and that compact, elongated body. I looked down at the mass filling my shirt as I put my car back into drive and got ready to hunt for parking--I knew my charisma and legendary confidence was packed into these gains, man. But where the fuck did Claire's come from? She was a scrawny beanpole on a good day. A beatnik supermodel on a great one.

I watched her open the door; she was buzzed in already. She stood in the doorway and stared expectantly at me. I shook my head as I passed her and parked down the block a bit on the far side of the street she lived on.

"This little slut is going to be the death of me," I said softly, pulled up the e-brake, put on my sunglasses, and started to prepare some half-assed bitch-ass apology to Carlo.

...

The little worm didn't take it so well. He seemed too uncomfortable that I was in his house to give me the time of day as he hid in the mountain of blankets and pillows on his bed like a dumb little child.

Claire got annoyed with it too. She got closer to me the more Carlo curled and sank away from us, not wanting to be there, or even alive, much less to stand up for himself or the girl he liked. My balls started to itch, I swear to god. I couldn't stand that kind of spineless behavior. Claire turned back and looked at me, and I had a "whatcha gonna do?" kinda half-smile waiting for her. She walked over when Carlo pulled the comforter over his head. I'm not sure he had said a word two decibels over a bitch-ass whisper since we'd both arrived at his messy ass 3-bedroom apartment. It smelled like gamer balls, cheap snacks and not a single hit of pussy that wasn't Claire's.

I had nodded casually to the two men in the doors flanking us when Claire and I had entered, and tracked the ashamed movement of their eyes to Claire's skinny ass enough to know they were both just as weak-willed as Carlo. No wonder these three were roommates: betas would naturally feel most comfortable surrounded by other betas, wouldn't they?

"Can we go now?" I asked Claire, smirking, with my arms folded. Claire looked my muscles over like she was getting real fucking hungry, and real tired of Carlo's beta-ass bullshit. Her clothes were always so short, tight, and covered so little when she around me. I knew Claire didn't dress like that around her work, or around Carlo, and I fucking liked that shit.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Claire said disappointedly, and I couldn't help smiling. Claire kept glancing at my expression--I knew she liked when I felt like I was winning over that limp-dick weasel, even if she wouldn't admit it.

"I feel like you owe me another round for putting me through this ridiculous bullshit," I said playfully, though I did kind of mean it. I watched Claire's angular, thin hips and ass as she closed Carlo's bedroom door behind us.

"I kind of feel like you might be right about that," Claire said softly, her frustration with that bitch ass Carlita simmering. I could feel it. And she knew that I could. Claire could see how bad I wanted to taste it. How bad I wanted to revenge fuck her in the elevator, but we didn't even make it that far. Claire stopped dead in her tracks halfway to the door in Carlo's musty little apartment. "But I don't wanna do it in your car again."

I raised an eyebrow, away from Claire, off toward the exit. I hadn't caught on yet.

"So, your apartment?" I glanced at a window that I thought her next-door apartment building may have been visible just out of.

Claire looked around the living room.

"Uh, no. Not exactly."

My eyebrows raised as the proposition in the air clicked between my ears near audibly.

I glanced left and right... Carlo's roommates both had their doors wide open, and Carlo's door was only a yard or two from the couches, kitchen, and bathroom.

Claire wanted everyone in this apartment to hear us. She was at the end of her rope, waiting on little Carlo to stop all this bullshit. I grinned, and opened an inviting arm for Claire to curl up in.

"Pussy or asshole?" I cooed lovingly. Claire kissed me gently, as only Claire could. She tapped a thin finger to those sexy little lips when we were done and thought about it.

"Pussy," she said, and I felt her thighs tense and squeeze as her body pressed against me.

I knew that meant she was craving an impregnation fantasy. I loved that shit almost as much as squeezing my fat cock down inside her tight, skinny little ass. God, I swear heaven was buried inside that tight, pink asshole.

I slipped away quickly and used Carlo's shower, needing my cock clean from Claire's sexy ass juices before I went bareback inside her slutty little pussy.

I jerked off to keep hard as fuck for the succinct little wash, but barely needed to. My nine-inch long, six-inch-thick, mean, veiny fuckpole was always ready for that hungry little slut. Even more ready that it ever was for any other girl I'd ever fucked, except maybe a couple exceedingly talented Latina prostitutes, but that was a story for another time.

Now, I was about to fuck Claire to the point of screaming where Carlo could hear as clear as day though his bedroom door, with both his jealous roommates at my flanks as just an added bonus.

I only hoped and prayed they'd torment Carlo later, knowing his beloved Claire had been fucked loud, hard, raw, deep, and until creampie by the man they hopefully knew he despised for ruining his pussy conquests and stealing his pride time and time again.

I kind of loved being Carlo's boss, his better, and bully. I know I'm not supposed to say that kind of thing, but it really felt like my calling at times. It was better than sex, in some ways, and made everything in life taste just a little bit better.

I lifted petite Claire's little frame onto a wooden desk near the front door, and she started tearing her panties down like she couldn't possibly get my cock in her fast enough.

I was painfully hard. I wrapped my arms around Claire, kissing her lips, licking at her tongue, and biting her neck whenever it was exposed to me. I treated her in all the ways I knew Carlo was too weak to. All the while jerking myself hard and teasing Claire's bare slutty pussy with just my fat tip. I was going to savor this.

I heard Carlo move in his room, thumping and dragging something around, and I shoved myself into between Claire's thighs, plunging my fuckstick up into sweet heaven.

Claire gasped, clawing and grasping at my big, strong back. I knew she loved when I treated her like a sex object just briefly, fucking her beyond her comfort zone in the best way.

I was standing in front of Claire, fucking into her on some expensive-ass looking antique desk with my jeans and boxers down my ass when Carlo came out of his room, and Claire and I stopped, both of us making eye contact with him.

Carlo froze with us. His eyes were the only thing to move as they darted from Claire's face to mine, and back again rapidly. He'd caught us. We were in the living room area where both of his roommates could see us, too. We were blatantly disrespecting him.

I gulped, and I realized I had finally taken it too far. This wasn't a lil bit of hazing at work, or shit-talking about how I was going to fuck his latest girl-crush into oblivion. I was actually in the guy's house. His private apartment. Making love to his favorite person in the world where both of his roommates could see, and where he could too.

I felt bad for him. I didn't want to be there. I'd gone too far, and he was finally going to snap. Then I was going to be fired when word got back that I'd done something so wildly inappropriate as a lead in the house of an employee from the same workspace.

But Carlo didn't react much. He went to the fridge, as we stayed still, my cock stuffed firmly up into Claire, just smashing her cervix. Eyelids low with annoyance, the spineless weirdo just went to the fridge, grabbed a can of cheap beer, cracked it, returned to his room, and shut the door, all while trying his best not to look at us.

"Wow," Claire said surprisingly loudly. "He really is kind of a fucknut, isn't he?"

I thought that was a little harsh, but actually, quite true.

"A very apt description," I said, smiling, my heart pounding well faster than it usually did in these high-risk kinds of situations.

I turned and looked at Claire.

"I'm pregnant," she said suddenly. I blinked.

"It can't be Carlo's," she said importantly. Almost formally. She seemed distant now. Distracted.

"I keep trying to convince myself it's not true, but it is. I forgot to take the pill a bunch. Or rather, didn't want to. I don't know," her volume lowered to nothing. "I guess I really wanted a baby."

I smiled. "Well. Maybe I can pay for you to get rid of this one."

"No," Claire said softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I think I wanna keep it. I always wanted a baby bump. And a baby," she added after a pause, like she quite nearly forgot to.

"You'd look sexy as fuck with a baby bump," I assured Claire as I hugged her. "But I'm not really dad material, you know. I'm pretty committed to just being Daddy."

Claire pulled away so she could look at my face with her pretty ass eyes through those pretty ass glasses.

"Well, what the hell's the difference?"

I kissed her lips, squeezed her ass, and started fucking her again. My cock hardened all the way back up quickly. And Claire got loud this time. I saw the computer nerds to both sides of us glance at least once.

I fucked Claire hard, choked her, slapped her, spit in her face, as per her request, and nutted inside her.

We left the fat pool of semen on the desk for Carlo to find, and I smiled.

"Don't worry about raising our baby," Claire smiled, looking a lot more peaceful now, like she had been holding the news in too tightly.

I helped Claire down from the desk, and pulled her tight clothes back over her body as she dripped with my semen.

Claire stepped just in front of me, kissed my lips and patted my cock appreciatively. "I'll make Carlo do it!" she beamed, and we left to go get soft serve.