Booty Call

The doorbell rang half an hour later. Carrie was in just a thong No need to pretend this was anything else. She was half dreading, half anticipating this.

"Hey bitch," Slim said, whistling.

"Hey Slim," Carrie said, reaching forward to rub his cock through his pants. It was big. So fucking big. He leaned in kissing her wetly, tongue pushing into her mouth, dominating her.

There wasn't any need for pleasantries or preliminaries. She peeled off his pants, rubbing him through his boxers.

"This is what you need. Jerome's a Washington, so he's big. But you don't need Jerome. You need Slim," he said. She had to admit it was true, as she pulled his boxers down. Jesus. He cock was over a foot long. It was almost cartoonishly large. She got on her knees, stroking it with both hands, lapping at the heavy nutsack.

"Mmm, that's my girl. Gonna turn this ass out," he taunted. She shivered. She should kick him out right now. But her willpower was fading rapidly, and she just grunted as she leaned up to start sucking it. She was normally an adept cocksucker, but this cock was simply horse-like.

He eventually tired of her efforts. He pulled her onto all fours, rubbing his spear against her entrance. Her eyes widened in panic as he leaned forward, his muscular frame dwarfing hers as he started to seat himself in her. He took his time, breaking in his new ho, getting deeper and deeper. Eventually he had ten inches in her, and he didn't want to break her completely. Not yet.

"Fuck, Slim ... so fucking big."

"Bigger than my Uncle, bitch?" he growled.

"Yesssss, so much bigger," she whined as he picked up the pace. She reached underneath her, rubbing her clit, starting to cum as that cock felt so good. By the time he came, forty-five minutes later, she was practically catatonic. He was well on his way to owning her.