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"Okay...okay. It was fun. I have to admit it but I'd still rather just have you," Carol explained. "How about I come over tonight? I'll make that big cock of yours happy, I promise. You can even fuck my tight ass the way you used to like."

"No, not tonight, babe."

"Oh, right. You got your new little young slut out there. She can't take care of your needs the way I can," Carol affirmed.

"Carol, not tonight."

"No way she sucks cock as good as me!" Carol stated. "Oh, but I bet she is tight, huh."

"Bye, Carol," Tory instructed.

"Please, Tory. Soon, huh?" Carol sighed.

"Get out, Carol," Tory said, as the phone rang.

"Bye," Carol said, and she exited the office as Tory answered the phone.

Carol told Carey she would be in touch and left. Carey was puzzled by Carol's expression as she spoke and departed. She looked stressed from her conversation with Tory. 'What had he said to her,' Carey wondered. 'Had he made Carol take her against her wishes?' Carey worried she might not be getting off to the best relationship with Carol if Mr. Rider was forcing her upon Carol. Carey sat there deep in thought for another twenty minutes before Tory Rider came out of his office.

"Let's go, Carey," Tory commanded, and she fell in step behind him again as they exited.

"Where are we going, sir?' Carey found the nerve to ask.

"Home," Tory answered.

Carey was about to question that but held her tongue. She wasn't sure what to say or expect. Her life since asking this man for money this morning had changed in unimaginable ways. She was scared and excited by it at the same time. She just followed him to the car.

On the ride home Tory spoke, "Tell me about your life."

"Not much to tell really, sir."

"Well, try," Tory insisted.

Carey described her earlier life growing up in York with her parents and younger brothers. Her father left the family when she was ten. Her mom remarried three years later. Their life was pretty good for several years until her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It turned out to be advanced and she died nearly six months after Carey graduated from high school. Soon after that Carey's stepfather started drinking heavily. It was then that their relationship changed. He tried to become more than her stepfather on several drunken occasions. She put up with it briefly, fighting off his advances.

"So you decided to make your way to New York City?"

"Yes, sir. Is that so bad?"

"Not if you intent to be a junkie or a hooker," Tory explained.

"What, sir?"

"Ever had a boyfriend?"

"Yes, sir."

"How many?" Tory asked.

"Three, sir," Carey said.

"Did you have sex with them?" Tory asked plainly, as if it was a natural question.

"Pardon me, sir...I...ahh..."

"You heard me, Carey. Did you fuck them?"

"I don't see where that is..."

"Just answer the damn question, bitch," Tory said.

"What...?"

"You heard me!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"I did have sex, sir," Carey admitted.

"You fucked them? All three?"

"Two of them, sir."

"Did you suck on them too?"

"Yes, sir."

"Those two?"

"All three, sir."

"You like it?"

"What, sir?"

"Sex, Carey?"

"Yes, sir."

Carey actually loved sex. She had often been the initiator with her boyfriends. The one boyfriend that had made her dress sexy also loved getting sucked off in public places where they might get caught. She had playfully resisted each time but always gave in when he insisted because it gave her a strange thrill. She loved the naughtiness of it and the power he exerted over her.

Tory didn't ask any more questions or talk again until they were inside the apartment. To Carey's surprise a woman chef with huge tits was there. She was making dinner and it would be ready soon. Tory took a shower which gave Carey a chance to freshen up too. When Tory was ready they had dinner. It was a fabulous chicken dish and Carey ate heartily. She couldn't remember a better meal.

The cook offered to stay a while but Tory told her to go after she had cleaned up, which she did. Tory went into the family room. He was casually dressed for relaxing at home with Knicks gym shorts and a practice tee. Carey watched TV with him but still in her red suit.

Out of the blue Tory said, "You ready to work hard for this chance, Carey?"

"Yes, sir," Carey responded.

"This is a tremendous opportunity for you if Carol picks you. You know that don't you?"

"I do, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Carol wants to look at three cheerleaders with previous professional experience."

"Yes, sir."

"You'll sleep here until further notice. You'll stay here tomorrow while I'm at work and she is checking out the other candidates. I want you to work out in the exercise room and prepare yourself to compete. You understand me?" Tory demanded.

"Yes, sir."

"Come over here and take that suit coat off," Tory barked.

Carey slowly rose from the sofa and walked to his leather chair. She dropped the suit jacket on an ottoman before stopping before him. Tory looked at her in the lamp light from the table next to him. She had obeyed him and left the bra Belinda gave her in the locker she was given to store her sweats. Minus the jacket, the air conditioning and the thought of being on display for him made her nipples start to stiffen. She glanced down and could see the flimsy blouse did little to hide her deep pink nipples and the lighter pink, half dollar sized aureoles. Her pussy suddenly felt moist and a shudder passed through her body. It seemed like her clit was throbbing and sending signals directly to her now distended nipples. She ached to touch herself.

"You want to be here, Carey?" Tory asked.

"Yes, sir," Carey replied.

"We will have certain rules of conduct if you stay her in my home, Carey."

"Yes, sir."

"You will call me master when we are alone. Do you understand that?" Tory stated.

"Yes, sir. I mean, yes, master."

"If others are around you can call me sir but otherwise it is master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You have cute nipples, slave."

"Thank you, master."

"Are you getting wet in your pussy, slave?"

"Oh, god," Carey groaned. "Yes, master," as a new surge of lust passed through her making her tremble with desire.

"Take off you blouse, slave," Tory instructed.

Carey unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it from the waistband of the skirt. When it was completely open she slipped it off her shoulders and threw it onto the jacket. She stood before him with fully half inch extended nipples. Other than high heels she had from the closet, the only other article of clothing she had on now was the skirt. She could feel such moisture at her cunt that she feared she might leak down her leg right before him.

"Lick your nipples, Carey," Tory commanded.

Carey had only attempted this twice before. Her nipples sat high on her apple sized tits. She could just touch the tip of her tongue to the fully distended nipples if she pulled up on her firm titties. She licked both of them in turn for him, but it also gave her some relief from the deep burning in her cunt. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and she moaned slightly as she flicked her tongue across them.

"Does that feel good?" Tory asked, with a knowing smile.

"Yes, sir...I mean, master," Carey corrected herself.

"You have sweet looking little tits," Tory said.

"Thank you, master, but they are not as big as everyone else I saw today."

"Yeah, well, might be time for a different look on the cheerleaders. Take off your skirt."

Carey paused for a second. She couldn't believe she was stripping completely in front of this older man. He was nearly old enough to be her father but somehow she was incredibly attracted to him. He seemed to have a power over her. It made her belly tingle when he commanded her to do things. Her pussy felt soaked as she unbuttoned the waistband and let the skirt fall to the floor. Carey felt like putting her hands in front of her sex. She had never stripped for anyone before. Her previous sex had consisted of backseats of cars and once in a barn.

Tory watched her as she picked up the skirt and threw it with the other clothes. Then she stood completely naked before him accept for the high heels. He looked her up and down. When he stared at her fur covered snatch, she thought she would swoon. Her legs felt weak and she could feel the moisture increase in her cunt. She wanted to look down but dared not. She was sure she was dripping wet. She could smell her own arousal now and thought he must too. 'Oh, god,' she thought. 'Is he going to fuck me now? Or make me suck his cock? I hope he does fuck me. I'm so turned on I'll die if he doesn't touch me soon.'

"Come closer," Tory commanded.

"Yes, master," Carey said, but the words sounded choked in her throat.

She stopped right before him in the big chair. Even seated he was almost as tall as her. His legs framed hers on either side. He looked her up and down again.

"I see your pubes match your hair color exactly."

"Yes, master."

"It's cute but I still want you to shave everything off tomorrow when I'm at work. You'll find everything you need in your bathroom. I want it completely bare. I'll decide later if I want you to add a strip back or not."

"Yes, master. Is that going to be my bedroom and bathroom, master?"

"Yes, but you probably won't sleep in there often."

"Yes, master," Carey replied, realizing the meaning of what he was saying.

"Spread you pussy lips for me. I want to see all of you, slave."

"Yes, master."

Carey pulled her lips open for him. Her moist pink tiny pussy glistened in the light from the lamp. She spread herself to give him a better look inside. She was so turned on. She couldn't remember ever being more excited. 'If he just touches me, I'll probably cum,' she thought. 'Oh, god. I hope he does touch me and soon.'

"Show me your clit," Tory commanded.

Carey pulled her upper lips back to expose her hood. With her forefingers she pushed the hood back and her little knob peeked out all smooth and wet. Her nail grazed it and she moaned and stiffened with the bliss. 'It would only take him to do that,' she realized, 'and I would cum like mad.'

"Touch yourself there again but don't cum," Tory stated.

"Oh, god," escaped Carey's lips as she did as she was told.

Her forefinger teased tenderly around her hard little knob and her legs trembled with the touch. Carey gritted her teeth and tried to think of something other than the pleasure emanating from her tiny organ. "Oh, geez," she hissed as she closed her eyes to concentrate on not cumming. "Please, master. Please let me cum."

"Stop touching yourself, slave," Tory commanded.

"Oh, god," Carey groaned, pulling her fingers back from her clit.

"Get down on your knees, slave."

"Yes, master."

"Pull my gym shorts down," Tory said standing.

Carey reached up and pulled on the waistband. She eased the gym shorts down his legs and he helped her by stepping out of them. She could see movement beneath his loose silk briefs that surprised her. Next he instructed her to remove the silk briefs. She did the same but gasped as his cock came into view.

"Oh, shit," Carey said, without thinking.

"What's the matter, slave?"

"It's so big...master. It's too big."

"It's not even hard yet, slut. You haven't got me completely hard."

"Oh, god, master. It'll never fit. I've near seen one this big before soft."

"How big were your boyfriends in high school, slut?"

"I never measured, master. I think about six inches when they were hard."

"You'll learn to love it, slave."

"But, master. It's so thick too. I don't even think I can suck it."

"You'll learn, cunt. You'll learn to take it all the way down your throat and love it. You'll learn to take it all inside you and eventually up your ass. You understand me, slave?"

"Yes, master," Carey said gulping down her concern as she stared at the magnificent cock.

'It has to be nine to ten inches and it's not even hard,' Carey's mind processed. 'It's going to split me in two. It's going to hurt.'

Tory settled back down in the chair. Carey watched as the huge cock wobbled around as he moved. His testicles also hung down on the edge of the chair like two large eggs inside a big skin sack.

"Take it in your hands, slave," Tory barked.

Carey tentatively reached out and took hold of the big cock like it was a boa constrictor and she was afraid of it. When she lifted it to look closer at the massive head, she could feel it pulse with life in her hands. She unconsciously licked her dry lips as she feasted on the huge column of flesh in her hands.

"Stroke it and kiss the head, cunt," Tory commanded.

Carey's hands began to move slowly, watching the skin of the large dick slide smoothly over the shaft. The circumcised head was starting to swell more. Carey could feel the cock stiffening. Her own pussy was aching for relief. She was torn between fear of this big cock and what it might do to her, and the need to stuff it inside her and squelch the deep burning ache, which was nearly unbearable.

Carey leaned in and kissed the big helmet shaped head. It was still expanding. If it got much bigger she doubted she could even get it in her mouth. She kissed it several times. Her stroking was having the desired affect and his cock had grown to huge proportions. It was hard and pointing right at her mouth. 'Oh, my god,' Carey moaned to herself nervously. 'This dick is incredible. I hope he doesn't kill me with this thing.'

"Lick it now, slut."

Carey stuck out her tongue and flicked it gently over the head. She worked around the slit and around to the ridges of the head. She licked down one side and up the other. Her three boyfriends had always complimented her on her blowjob abilities. She even sometimes swallowed depending on her mood and where she was. She wasn't sure though that her previous skills were any match for this cock. She realized too, he had probably had this majestic cock sucked by many women before her. Carey began worrying that she could even please him.

She had him pretty wet with her saliva when he said, "Suck on the head, Carey."

Carey opened her mouth as wide as she thought she could and managed to fit the huge cockhead into her mouth. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, yet she found room enough to move her tongue. Carey had always had an active tongue during blowjobs which the boys before seemed to appreciate. She hoped Tory would too. He let her suck him for a while. Her hands continued to stroke the now steely hard cock. It had to be ten inches at least she thought, maybe more, and thick.

Carey tried to bob her head up and down on his cock. Unlike her smaller boyfriends, whom she could take most of, Tory's cockhead hit the back of her mouth before she was half way. 'No way is this going to fit down my throat,' Carey reasoned. She already felt like gagging every time the big head wedged into the back of her mouth.

Tory let her go for a while. She didn't have half the cocksucking skill of others like Carol Redman but she wasn't bad. She seemed to go at it with gusto and tried hard to vary the stimulation. He could feel the back of her mouth. He decided to wait for another day to force her to take him into her throat. He liked having his balls licked too but that would also be another day.

Carey slurped away on the knob of his cock. She was getting into sucking the huge head. His cock was so much more to work with than her previous lovers. Carey had known herself to have orgasms from just giving head. She was so turned on now that she began to squeeze her knees together to avoid cumming before he said. He had yet to talk of any punishments if she disobeyed him but she dared not find out. 'The worst would be,' she reasoned, 'if he made me leave.'

"Okay, stand up," Tory suddenly said.

Carey groaned her disapproval of having to give up his cock and stood before him. His head easily level with her budding nipples. She gasped loudly when he pulled her close and sucked one of the ripe turgid nips into her mouth.

"Ahh...," Carey grunted at the exquisite feeling.

His tongue and lips on her nipples excited her cunt even more. 'If he doesn't touch me there soon I'm going to die,' Carey growled to herself.

Tory worked both nipples simultaneously, one in his mouth and the other with his fingers. He was obviously an experienced lover and Carey found herself nearly ready to cum when he suddenly stopped.

"Oh, god, please, master," Carey howled her disappointment at his stopping.

"You want to cum, slave?"

"Yes, please, master. I don't know if I can stand it any longer."

"Come up on the chair, little one," Tory said, helping her stand astride him with her feet on the seat of the chair.

Her pussy was right in his face. He spread her cunt lips making Carey groan. He exposed her deep pink inner core and her little clit.

"I'm going to suck you now but don't you cum till I tell you."

"Yes, master," Carey grunted, not sure she could do what he wanted she was so turned on.

'Oh, god, if he just touches me I'm going to cum,' Carey thought. 'I can't help it.'

Tory put his hands on her soft yet firm beautiful ass. He pulled her to his tongue as he licked around her outer fur covered lips. He teased all around her hole without actually entering. Carey moaned her desire and her hands tenderly held his head to her cunt wanting so bad to push him against her.

Finally, Tory's tongue dipped into her heated wet box and extracted drops of her dripping juices. Carey howled as she fought not to cum. His tongue teased her like no other. She had one boyfriend that had liked eating pussy but he was a rank amateur compared to the pleasure Tory was giving her.

"Please, master!" Carey shouted. "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet, little one," Tory said, putting his tongue into her cunt and drove it deep inside her, making her howl anew.

"Oh, fuck," the curse escaped her lips almost unknowingly. "Master, I can't hold it any longer. I can't hold it. Please, master...ahh..."

"Okay, slave. You can cum," Tory said momentarily removing his mouth.

In the next instant though, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Carey's orgasm hit her so hard her legs threatened to give out. He was practically holding her up as he sucked on her super sensitive knob. Carey threw her head back and howled to her release.

"Ahhh...," she screamed, as the waves of bliss coursed through her body.

"Oh, shit," she growled, as her orgasm threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.

Tory held her as she trembled like a leaf in his hands. Her 105 pounds was no problem for the much larger and stronger man to hold up as his tongue moved from her clit to her cunt to feast on her flowing juices. He lapped at her sweet tasting syrup as it ran from her hole.

Carey's head was still back and only, "Ggggh," escaped as other words caught in her throat. She had never cum this good before. Sure she had given herself orgasms and several times the fast firing boys had actually managed to make her cum. But this was like a whole new world. Her body felt like it had drifted to a new astral plane. The pleasure was far more intense than anything she had previously experienced.

"Oh, god," Carey finally managed, as she slumped like dead weight in his strong hands.

Tory let her slide down in his arms until she sat on his lap with his huge cock pushing up right between her legs. The huge bright red head stuck above her small thighs. Eventually her eyes opened to look into his steely gray ones. He was smiling at her though.

"That was great...master," Carey proclaimed.

"Glad you enjoyed it, little one. Now kiss me."

Carey eagerly kissed him. It was only seconds before their tongues were seeking the other's mouth. They kissed for what seemed a long time. Carey felt like she was falling in love with this man. He had a strange power over her. It actually gave her pleasure to please him and obey him. She wondered what was happening to her that he could command her like this. She felt like she was his to use anyway he wanted. His pleasure was her pleasure.