YOUNG MODEL SLUTS FROM HELL Part 1

Steve stood, his muscular posture erect in the white, terry-cloth robe that draped over his solid frame. He strode in large steps from his dressing ensemble over to a tier of electronic controls. The controls were inset in a panel at the head of a ottoman settee upon which he reclined. He picked up a remote control from an end table and pressed an audio feed and said, “Hi you guys, how’s everything going in there?”
In front of Steve, two persons’ images were projected upon a large, center monitor that was flanked by smaller monitors. The figures started slightly, acknowledging that they heard his voice on the audio feed into their quarters in another part of the compound.
“Beautifully, darling, we’re waiting for you. Are you coming down? Susan and I are having a bit of fun. Aren’t we, honey,” Lynn giggled.
“Uh huh,” murmured a small feminine voice from the younger girl reclined in Lynn’s lap.
On the large monitor Steve gazed at the tableau. Lynn, his “social assistant”, was partially submerged almost to her navel in a spacious, marble hot tub. The girl leaning closely into Lynn was Susan, the latest girl to become one of Models’ Inc.‘s young models.
Models’ Inc. was the name of one of the companies Steve controlled, and certainly the one that provided him with the most pleasant diversions from his other businesses.
“Relax and enjoy yourselves and I’ll be down in a while,” Steve instructed the girls over the audio line.
Steve manipulated the remote camera to zoom in on the two girls. Lynn, 17, was brunette, her luxuriant hair tied up with wisps streaming into her face and down onto her large chest. Her opulent breasts, nipples erect, glowed from the swimming light illuminating them from the water below. The firm, upthrust breasts were large, much too large, it would appear, to belong on such a slender, young girl.
But Lynn’s breasts were not what had seized Steve’s attention. One of her sinuous arms draped over the shoulder of Susan, the exceptionally beautiful, much younger girl cuddling Lynn. They were comfortable ensconced on the top step of the hot tub. The younger girl’s pouting lips were nuzzling the stiff nipples poking from Lynn’s chest.
Lynn came-on to Models’ Inc. a couple of years ago and had booked a lot of work. But her bisexuality and penchant for debauchery had made her perfect for the job of integrating newly recruited models into Steve’s lifestyle. She made the new girls feel comfortable and kept them in line. She had proven herself at making the new girls stick to strict work schedules and made them available to Steve’s needs. Although she still enjoyed a promiscuous lifestyle, she was able to juggle it even with her new responsibilities.
The girl Lynn embraced was exceptionally beautiful. Her silken blonde hair was wet up to her neck and coiled down past her svelte waist to swirl in the water around her narrow, sweeping hips. Her arm was around Lynn’s waist. One of her long, thin legs was casually pulled up next to her. On the shapely leg was a wet, mauve, silk stocking. Stockings worn in a hot tub, a product of Sherry’s (another employee on Models’ Inc. staff who dressed the girls to Steve’s liking) post-modern fashion attitude.
“Christ,” Steve thought, “What a piece of work,” Steve could almost see the band at the top of Susan’s stocking before it disappeared into the churning water that covered her lower body. The girl’s small, perfectly shaped, breasts shown through the diaphanous, silk tank-top she wore, her nipples poking sharply outward. She turned toward Lynn, bent her graceful neck, and wrapped her pink lips around the nipple that was closest to her mouth.
“Fuuuuuck,” Lynn droned as her head fell backwards in response to the suction. Lynn’s hand was down the front of Susan’s wet tank top pinching her left nipple. Lynn reached over with her other hand and ran it along the young girl’s stockinged leg until it dipped below the water and settled between her legs. The younger girl sighed heavily, stuck out her delicate tongue and darted it over Lynn’s stiff aureole before drawing her head between the older girl’s well-developed cleavage in embrace. As Lynn’s hand rubbed between Susan’s legs, her little pink mouth turned up at one corner and her long curvaceous leg lifted in an effort to increase the stimulation of Lynn’s hand on her slit hidden under the water. Her pleasure was evidenced by her stocking covered foot arching delicately.
“Oh, yea, fucking rub my clit! Oh yea. Rub it! Stick your fingers in me. Fuuck! I’m so horny. God that coke really did it for me,” the young girl hissed in breathy gasps. Steve could see her buck her small hips in the warm, frothy water toward Lynn’s probing fingers. Her suspended, pointy toes bobbing to the rhythm.
Steve was somewhat surprised at the course tone of the apparently prepubescent girl’s language. Although she looked very permissive, she was so young that it caught him off guard. “They’re doing everything younger every day,” he thought to himself. Just last week he reluctantly met with a mother who wanted Steve’s agency to represent her ten-year-old daughter. The girl’s mother had dressed the girl up to look like a kiddy-slut, complete with stockings and miniskirt, and wanted Steve to fuck her. The mother made it known she was available too.
Steve reactivated the audio into the girls’ quarters. “Where’s Billie, girls?” They were still in the hot tub.
“I’m right here,” came a young, masculine voice.
Steve zoomed back the video image and a young man entered the picture to settle on the step on the other side of the tub. He was about twenty-five with a muscular build, long dark hair, a very large dangling penis that was partially erect. A deep glowing tan covered his entire nude body.
“Lynn, do you want to introduce me to your new friend?” Steve asked.
“Her name’s Susan,” Lynn replied.
“I hear you want to be a model. Is that right?” another little giggle as the young girl raised her hand to her beautiful red lips and nibbled delicately on her fingernail.
“That’s right, Mr. Hughner,” she then replied.
“Why don’t you stand up and show Billie your butt.” She looked at Lynn, smiled, and slowly stood up in the hot tub. Her stunning figure brought a shot of heat to Steve’s genitals. Although most of her legs were still submerged Steve got a view of her entire upper body. The stockings were not attached with garters and were somewhat drawn down by the water. Susan with a smile and a little giggle reached down to pull them up. As she did, she wiggled her narrow, prepubescent ass in a seesaw motion. When finished she straightened her torso, pushing out her small, but well-defined chest, displaying her charms for Billie’s (and Steve’s) delectation.
“Jesus,” Steve muttered. “She’s a fucking doll.” His eyes fed upon her body, where the hard nipples protruded neatly from the clinging tank-top that was cut just above her willowy midriff, to the tops of her wet stockings where they adhered to her long limbs with water dripping down. On her well-structured, svelte ass clung a black thong that ran up the cleft between her legs, covering about an inch of flesh at that juncture.
The young girl exuded a titillating flirtatious persona, and yet, was demur in her demeanor. Although classic in her Anglo looks, her uptilted eyes hinted at a few drops of oriental blood. Her face said “innocent little girl”, but her eyes and licentious body said, “precocious, unchaste slut”.
The girl then took a tentative half-step toward the center of the tub where Billie was standing, giggled shyly and raised her hand to her mouth in self-consciousness. Billie closed the distance between them and placed his large hands almost around the entire circumference of Susan’s tiny waist. She brought her arms up and placed them on Billie’s shoulders. He lowered his head to place his lips on hers, wiggling his tongue up insider her mouth. She reciprocated by cupping the back of Billie’s neck with her long, svelte fingers, and pulling his lips hard against hers.
Billie slid his hands up her torso, onto her short tank-top to caress her small breasts as they continued to French-kiss each other passionately. Then Steve could see Billie pinching the young girl’s nipple as he reached through the arm-hole of her tank-top. A light tapping on the door of his bedroom suite distracted Steve.
“Come in,” came his reply and he watched through the mirror as Nick came through the door and approached him from behind.
“I think she’s ready. Are you going to go pay her a visit?” Nick asked…
“Where did you get her?” Steve asked incredulously.
“Bill sent her over. Her mother made arrangements for Susan to have a portfolio done, but when the girl showed at the shoot she was alone. Her mother’s in L.A. with her new boyfriend for who knows how long. The photographer gave her a couple of lines and did her on the set. She’s made a few of the rounds but she tests out clean. Ken evaluated her and she really picks up quick. I think you can move right along with her… oh yea, and she apparently is very tight.”
Ken was the director of Models’ Inc. and had the final say on who was admitted to the agency. Anyone admitted could be assured they would get top billing internationally.
“Christ, Nick. How old is this one?” he implored.
“Well, she’s thirteen, but she photographs more like a fourteen year-old. I think she’ll book very well. We’ve already bounced her photos off Maitlan, and he loves her. As far as her family, I think it will work out OK. Her mom basically signed her off to us — she’s got a blow problem and we gave her some money. Lynn did a good job of selling Models’ Inc. to her. Showed her some portfolios and talked up the girls we promote. She already knew we were ‘the best modeling agency in the world’ — her words. And look at the girl, obvious thoroughbred looks and a well-developed personality for a thirteen year old.”
“Tina, wake up, sweetheart,” he intoned over his shoulder toward a large sunken, sleeping area on the other side of the suite. There was no answer. He used the remote control to speak to Nick in his quarters.
“Nick, would you get Tina up. She’s slept enough. Have Sherry clean her up real quick too. And get her a couple of snorts if she wants them. Then have Sherry bring her in here.”
Back at the hot tub, Lynn appeared on the monitor with the thirteen year-old girl and the guy she was jacking-off. Lynn’s large breasts appeared first. They defied gravity they if suspended from her slender torso by some enigmatic architecture, yet they had a natural kilter with uptilted bright pink nipples, as if lipstick had been applied to them. They glowed with a thin sheen of perspiration and a knotted pearl necklace dangled between them nearly to her slight waist.
She also had a tattoo of a tongue about the size of a shot glass that extended from between the lightly freckled area between her breasts over to the tip of her right nipple. It almost looked out of place because her beauty inferred high fashion model, a gaunt elegant presence: the tattoo, and the shaved side of her head, added an element of the forbidden — good girl gone bad, a beautiful slut. Her truly breathtaking buttocks were diminutive, completely flawless and had a golden-tan glow. She was wearing a black bikini thong which showcased her dripping, tight and high ass-cheeks to full advantage, and circled up and around her impossibly thin waist. She would occasionally lift her long wispy hair from the side from which it was shaved and flip it dramatically to the other, showing off the tattoo that ran across the side of her head.
Steve gave her complete run of the compound and despite her penchant for bringing her current sex partners around, she was generally quite responsible.
Lynn wiggled that succulent posterior in an extravagant fashion as she sidled up to the embracing couple standing in the churning water, laughed, and put her slim arms around them. She and Billie kissed and Susan soon joined in. Their tongues fluttered together lightly, extending from their parted lips, and then they took turns kissing full-mouthed. She and Susan’s breasts rubbed together through Susan’s moist tank-top while Billie ran his hand down Lynn’s sleek back and into the cleft between her curvy buttocks which led down between her thin, supple legs.
“God, you guys look like you’re having a good time. Does she turn you on? Do you want to stick it in her Billie?” Steve teased over the sound system.
“You fucking know it, Mr. G….” he said enthusiastically, looking up at the camera with the little red light that indicated it was the one observing them.
“... if I get that far. You won’t believe the little cunt on this thing. I can barely get my finger into it and there’s just a little fuzz on it. Fuuuck, makes me hard. And she’s hot too, aren’t you, honey,” he said affectionately as he turned back to her. Billie had slid Susan’s thong to one side of her slit and his hand moved lightly between her lean legs, her hips akilter. She let out a little murmur and stuck her tongue back into his mouth, trying to climb up his body and center his hard dick on her horny little slit, needing penetration by more than a finger. Lynn was mouthing her small breasts and nipples through the wet shirt, with her hand rubbing her own hairless slit, her thong also pulled to the side of her little cunt.
Susan finished her kiss and looked coyly at Billie, “Can we get some more coke, honey?” she cooed.
“You betcha, darlin’. We’ll fix you right up here. Come on you guys. Let’s get out of the tub.” He grasped Susan’s hand and led her up the steps and Lynn followed, holding the other hand and giggling, “I want a good blast too!” she exclaimed wiggling her little ass-cheeks as she shimmied up the steps from the tub.
Behind the two girls lay a large recreation pit lined with black velvet cushions. Along the perimeter of the suite was gilt paneling, mirrored ceilings and rich tapestried walls. On the far side, off from the spa and fitness area, was a bar, game room, a swimming pool and a sundeck/atrium that led out onto the secured grounds of the compound.
The carefree kids grabbed towels — large, fluffy towels — dried themselves and moved over to the recreation pit lined with mirrors and the sides and above. A circular, black, marble table was the focal point at the center, on which was set all manner of refreshments, fruit and stimulants including a mirror with a large pile of cocaine. There was also crystal decanters filled with herbal and synthetic libations of every variety.
They laughed and joked, tickling and prodding each other as they positioned themselves in front of the elaborate refreshment station. Pulsing music played in the background and the mirrors on all sides reflected the beautiful images of their fit, young bodies. All three of the young people were truly, exceptionally attractive and vivacious human specimens. Even the young thirteen year-old Susan had a confident, bold demeanor. And now she wanted to get higher.
“Fuck yea, I want some more! Look at all that fucking coke!” she exclaimed in her sultry but enthusiastic voice as she shimmied on her knees up to the coke pile at the edge of the marble centerpiece. Her impish, child-like face smiling and laughing, radiating a Lolita’s carnal playfulness.
She licked her long finger, stuck it into the coke pile, scooping as much onto it as she possibly could. She then brought it up to her aquiline nose and tried to inhale sharply. Cocaine shot out in a large cloud and most of it fell onto her delectable, stocking-clad knees. Everyone laughed and giggled hysterically. Billie and Lynn did the same, spending ample time to snort, lick and taste till content. They then settled back on the soft, black velvet cushions surrounded by throw-pillows as the tendrils of drug induced pleasure coursed and rippled through their bodies.
They were still playing around, but now there was a heavier sensual aspect to their reveling that was apparently induced by the exceptional amounts of cocaine they had snorted.
Billie had scooped several fingers into the coke pile and taken the heap over to where Susan was reclining on a plush pillow. “Open up your legs, sweetheart… you’ll like this.”
“Whatcha gonna do,” little Susan asked, her speech slurred.
“I’m gonna rub it between your legs, that’s what.”
“Oh God, yea that sounds great,” she exclaimed as she settled on her back and drew her long legs up, back and apart with a little girl’s glee, and with the exceptional grace and ease only the truly beautiful can manage effortlessly.
Billie rubbed the pile of cocaine onto the cleft between her legs, scooping extra right onto her slit, then pushing it up into the elastic mouth of her tiny vagina with his index finger. In total he had at least seven or eight grams of the high grade Peruvian cocaine to apply to the little promiscuous girl’s crotch.
Susan threw back her head with its long dark hair flowing and sighed as her pelvis twitched at each insertion of Billie’s finger into her tight slit.
Lynn lay back and giggled. “Goddamn girl, last time I did that, I couldn’t feel anything down there for three days! But I still had to keep something stuck up me just because it ached so bad.” I totally wore out about four guys — but they fucking loved it.
“Fucking look at that Nick! Look! She’s top grade! Look at those legs! And no hair!” The girl exhibited her legs to great advantage as Billie applied the coke. They flailed and scissored back and forth and up and down showing their exceptional shapeliness in the drying stockings that wrapped them. They pulled back naturally, giving easy access to her succulent crotch — her small feet arched daintily like a little-girl ballet dancer’s.
No doubt the young girl realized the value of exhibiting her natural charms to full advantage since she knew Mr. G. could still be watching. Lynn had informed Susan that she should “act sexy”, since the guy that could make her a modeling star would be watching her every move. What he thought of her would determine what she would get and even whether or not she could even stay with her new friends in the palatial compound.
“God look how limber she is, Nick! I can’t wait to feel that spread around this,” Steve gripped his erection which was protruding painfully from his dressing robe. He ran his hand slowly up and down its truly exceptional length, unusually excited at Nick’s latest find.
Nick looked away from the monitors, having long ago learned that paying attention to any of the guests in the compound only made him horny. As Steve’s chief domestic assistant, Nick’s job was to carry out Steve’s instructions related to keeping all persons in the compound happy.
Steve turned to Nick, “Where is Tina? Get her in here,” he asked impatiently.
“Here she is. We’re finished now,” Sherry said. Sherry was a young blond in a black, leather bustier, wearing only a thong, black thigh-high stockings with runs and holes, and platform “disco” shoes. She led Tina over the black slate floor of the landing above, and down the few stairs to the settee where Steve was ensconced, his robe slightly parted and his mighty cock obscenely erected on his lower stomach, almost to his navel.
“Oh, thank-you Sherry. I hope you weren’t busy or anything.”
“Not at all, Mr. G.,” she replied with a smile. I was just going over an outfit Lisa’s wearing when she meets Maitlan tomorrow. Lisa was one of Steve’s front-line models and Maitlan was the owner of Know! the largest advertiser of fashion in the world.
“Oh, a new one?” Sherry asked, looking at the large monitor.
“She’s cute. What’s her name?”
Steve looked at Nick, “What is it Nick? Susan! That’s it! Isn’t she something?” he exclaimed, wringing his hands like an excited schoolboy.
“Oh yeah, God what a little body. I bet she can photograph like a dream. Look at those cheekbones and that posture. Let me know when you’re ready for her wardrobe — or anything else you might require,” Sherry offered and then said, “Tina was sleepy, but we got her dressed and she did a couple of hits. Isn’t she cute in those shorts and shoes?” She presented Tina with her arm around the gorgeous girl’s waist.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve replied.
“And I know how you like her little nipples to show through this sheer Chantilly gauze,” Sherry said as she kissed Tina good-bye while caressing and squeezing her high ass with one hand and pinching her little-girl nipples with the other. Sherry’s job was to accentuate the girls’ natural beauty with stylish clothing and grooming. She also liked to rub her pussy on the girls sometimes and had often slept with Lynn, when Lynn didn’t have any male friends over.
“Thanks, Sherry, baby,” Steve winked at her and reached out his muscular, tan arm to Tina.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are ya. Did you get a good rest?” He asked the girl Sherry had brought him.
Tina, an absolutely striking 5’7,” brunette, nodded her beautiful, gaunt head, an impish but naughty pout on her regal face. She lay down and snuggled up to Steve on the settee, settling her heavenly, opulent breasts against Steve’s well-defined chest. The only thing separating their chests, the sheer, gauze blouse, was cut in a vee across her, succulent breasts, and then plunged to her midriff. She gave him an affectionate hug as she lay next to him.
“God, honey, I missed you,” Steve murmured into her delicate ear.
“Let me see ya,” he intoned.
“God, you look great, honey. Let’s see what you’re wearing.” Steve perused Tina’s languid form as she raised her long arms and stretched them above her head, simply because she knew she was irresistible in that pose.
Tina was also one of Models’ Inc.‘s front line models and was regularly featured in layouts in the major fashion magazines. She had worked for several of the industry’s most prestigious accounts. She also loved sex, in fact, she had been being incorrigibly slutty until Steve had taken an interest in her several weeks ago.
Steve placed his hand on her flat abdomen and ran it up to her breasts. He gently tugged on a golden hoop that pierced her left nipple and leaned over her to tongue it through the black gauze where it joined her breast. Tina mewed like a luxuriating cat, stretched and arched her shapely back off the settee. Her long, slender legs were slightly spread and connected to a compact, tight, hard ass only a 14 year-old can have.
“Fuck, honey, I’ve been horny without ya,” he whispered into her ear. He ran his hand down her long, sinuous body to her right ass-cheek and slapped it playfully. Tina stuck her tongue out and wet her succulent lips, her tongue, and a little smile, lingered. A gold post was embedded in the tip of her wisp-of-a-tongue and she wiggled it at Steve.
“You nasty little cunt,” Steve hissed at her playfully.
“Do you need some more of this dick?” Steve grasped his erect cock and pressed it into the coquette’s thigh and ran his hand up to the crotch of her tight, black, silk shorts where he cupped the cleft between her legs, pressing into her sex. He rubbed her softly at that juncture, and then he worked his fingers up the inside of her thigh, between the narrow strip of thin silk and the girls warm flesh. There he slid his fingers into the side of the immodest shorts and stroked the tiny slit of her cunt for a few moments. Then he deftly unsnapped the crotch — a special feature he had designed into many of the clothes his girls wore.
Once her crotch cloth was unsnapped, he gripped her naked, teenage cunt unimpeded, while she whimpered, cooed and caressed his face. He lightly rubbed her there while he flicked his tongue into her mouth, framed by her little red lips, and dueled with her gold-studded tongue.
Steve was Tina’s biggest conquest up to this point. He had been in sexual situations with her several times in the last few weeks. The previous night he had worked his large cock into her tight slit several times. Although she had plenty of experience, Tina’s vagina was so small he had a hard time getting enough of his oversized dick into her so that he could cum. He had to call in another girl with a looser cunt to actually take his load. Tina understood and was very happy to get whatever she could from her current idol and she had stroked her studded tongue into Steve’s mouth while he blasted his load up the other girl’s hole.
Tina had been with Models’ Inc. for about eight months and had already earned over $300,000. But the staff was somewhat concerned over Tina and her party habits. Although controlled drug use was not discouraged, chronic use was. And Tina had developed quite a habit for cocaine and some other drugs. John had her in therapy and she was doing quite well, now using coke only two or three times a day.
Tina was living with her father after her parents’ divorce, but both she and her father agreed that, as a career move, going with Models’ Inc. couldn’t be beat. Ken, the head of the agency, insisted that Tina move into the compound and that her father relinquish guardianship. He agreed only when he was guaranteed $150,000 a year. Now Tina was one of only several models ascending into the big time. She could look forward to making many millions of dollars over the next few years.
Tina had attracted much attention from an early age and had attracted the affections of her seventeen year old next-door-neighbor when she was almost eleven. He got her worked up when she was over for a slumber party with his little sister. He had bumped into her in the bathroom and reached up her nightgown and cupped her sex in his hand. He rubbed and kissed her till they were interrupted by another girl who came in to pee. Later that night, after all the other girls had gone to sleep, Tina had sneaked into his room. He had to cover her mouth when he popped her cherry so his parents wouldn’t wake up. Tina would go over to his house whenever his parents and little sister were gone and “do it”. She even screwed most of his friends and leaned the basics of oral sex.
The next year, Tina’s girlfriends’ fathers started paying attention to her. James, a handsome contractor and the father of her best friend, took her into town with him to pick up some supplies when his family had invited Tina to go boating on Lake Powell. He had been eyeing her incredible body for some time, and her face was so beautiful he had to hide a boner every time he looked at it. On the way back he couldn’t keep his eyes off her captivating eyes and stiff nipples that shown through her revealing swimsuit top.
He pulled off onto a dirt road and ran his had up her irresistible thigh. She leaned over and kissed him open-mouthed. He took her hand and led her into the back of the motor home where she rode up and down on his rod and he licked her slit for over an hour. It was the most incredible sexual experience of his life — and with a twelve year-old. When they finally arrived back at the boat, his wife was suspicious about what took them so long. He denied everything, and Tina never said anything. She did, however, show up at his house, ostensibly to play with his daughter, at times she knew nobody would be there but him. He had fucked her several times on the bed he shared with his wife. But now Tina had moved onto far bigger game.
“Fuck, honey, I’m horny. Suck me a little will ya?” Steve implored. Tina moved down the settee to crouch between Steve’s large, well-muscled legs. She spread his robe and ran her slender, flawless hands from his stomach to his genitals. She immediately grasped Steve’s erect penis and licked the head while looking directly into Steve’s eyes with a sultry gaze. Steve, looking down at her, moaned.
“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. That’s it.” Tina could almost hide behind Steve’s cock, it was so large. Her hand barely encircled the circumference and its length was as long as her lower arm. She licked it again, this time on the tip where it was smeared with sticky precum. She yawned wide and was able to barely fit the entire head into her widely stretched mouth. She sucked — flicking the gold-stud that pierced her fribulating tongue against the steely mass. Steve moaned lustily while he watched the beautiful 14 year-old race-horse slut copulate him almost sadistically.
While Tina sucked him, Steve turned his attention back to the monitor. Billie, Susan and Lynn had moved onto new things. Steve kicked up the volume in the other suite where they were partying so he could listen in.
Billie was in a 69 position above Susan’s body, his large cock sawing into her wide-stretched little mouth. Occasionally she would take it out and share it with Lynn who was lying beside her caressing Susan’s stiff nipples. Billie would shift his torso slightly and fuck Lynn’s beautiful face for a while and then switch back to Susan’s little mouth. All the while he was avidly licking the thirteen year-olds’ impeccable fuck-slit. She was emitting an almost continuous series of whines, yelps and moans as Billie licked at the little pink slit, while his finger was lodged up the little crevice.
Occasionally, Billie would lift his head and look down between Susan’s prettily spread legs at his obscenely large cock sawing into the two girl’s mouth holes. He would invariable groan at this lascivious sight and then go back to licking the promiscuous little girl’s cunt. Billie liked young girls, almost as much as Mr. G. and he especially liked real slutty, ravishing ones that really liked recreational sex with handsome strangers, like this little Susan slut.