Steve looked back down at the little model gripping his cock. She was now just licking the head and stroking his length with one hand while she stroked between her thin legs at her clitoris with the other.
She looked directly into his eyes as she brazenly performed fellatio on huge pole rising from his groin.
“OK, honey, get your little cunt up here. Steve, wants to try fucking it again,” he implored. Tina smiled as she lifted her head.
“You do, huh? You want to try and stick that big thing up my little hole again?” she asked in her provocative 14 year-old whine.
“You know I do, sweetheart, now get your little ass up her.”
Tina lifted her lithe body and arched her narrow torso. She assumed her most provocative, knavish stance — hips akimbo, finger in her little pouting mouth, toying with the gold-stud that pierced it. She slowly ran the other hand up one thin thigh and over her pouting titties and then back down between her spectacularly sexy legs that were attached to her impossibly narrow pelvis. Once there she mischievously grasped her bare crotch and slowly stuck her middle-finger up herself. She had become very aware of the power she had over men.
No wonder he could bill her out at $1,700 per half-hour he thought to himself. She would give a 90 year-old a hard-on.
“You fucking little nasty whore. Get up here and fuck me!” Steve implored.
Tina sidled up and laid her thin body on Steve’s, pulled her knees down on either side of him and then pushed herself up from his massive chest with her little hands on his bulging pecks. In this position her gauze-covered, budding breasts protruded to their fullest effect between the arms supporting her upper body on his chest. She knew she looked exceptionally provocative in this position and turned to look at herself in one of the many engraved and beveled mirrors lining the perimeter of the suite.
After studying her beauty and primping her hair for several seconds, she positioned the opening of the hairless slit between her legs, on Steve’s cock’s length, which lay erect on his stomach, reaching to his navel. She used his cock to warm herself up, by sawing it back and forth in her moist, fuck-groove.
“Fuck, honey. I’m real fucking horny, but your cock is so huge,” she whined in her best spoiled brat voice. She knew men loved to hear her whine, but in this case she was almost sincere.
“I don’t care. Get it up your little hole, baby. I want you to do it all by yourself. You can do it,” Steve implored.
Tina shifted to a dainty squat position over Steve’s body. She tucked the undone crotch flap of her little short pants up so they could both watch and revel as she tried to fit his horse dick into her nasty, little slit-of-a-cunt.
Her shorts were low-slung hip-huggers on her little ass — kind of like a slutty grunger’s version of a garter belt. No doubt that is why Sherry had selected it for her.
Tina licked her lips languidly and aligned Steve’s massive penis with her tiny crack. Since Steve had had his pole up her before, they both knew it was possible. But it was hard to believe that that huge veined shaft — a good 14 or 15 inches long and very wide would fit it the svelte 14 year old’s cunt — especially considering that she was of slight build and extremely thin even though she stood 5’10”. Her waist couldn’t have been over 16”, and her tight hips were no more than 18”, or 19”. She had a somewhat emaciated, waif look that ironically enhanced her exceptional beauty.
Maitlan, the owner of Know! had also been very impressed with Tina. They had met several weeks ago during a long search Maitlan had been conducting for the model that would star in his media campaign for his line of extraordinarily popular fashion goods. Tina had been so excited at being selected to meet him that she couldn’t sleep for a week beforehand.
The print portion of the ad campaign alone would book $34 million and the lucky race-horse model chosen for the job would sign a contract worth $3.7million.
All the girls’ minds danced with visions of popping flash-bulbs, choice of the finest studs in the world, and fashion immortality.
But it was a long shot. Mainland would probably end-up with a Models’ Inc. model, but there were quite a few others he had interest in as well.
Tina gripped Steve’s cock with a look of juvenile determination on her lewd and lustful pubescent face, placed the head against her tiny, warm slit and slid back and forth on it, each time exerting a little more pressure while she centered it into her sex dimple. Over and over she pressed her stallion’s brawny beef against her slit, trying with a spoiled little girl’s impatience to satisfy her craving, gnawing in frustration and then licking licentiously on her fiendishly charming lips. She shamelessly looked into the older man’s eyes while she whined and fussed. Finally, with a moan of frustration, throwing her ravishing head back, she pulled the cock head from her moist slot.
Frustrated at not being able to impale her lascivious sex tunnel on the huge dick, she changed her strategy. She grabbed the beefy pole, positioned it in front of her spread legs and rubbed her little clit rapidly up and down on its length in a furious determination to satisfy her craving to come. After a short time, while levering her hips rapidly back and forth, her beautiful face slowly contorted in a little girl’s sluttish sneer of sexual ecstasy, she bleated, “Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Steve, I’m squirting, baby. Fuuuuck!” finally having her breathy little cum.
She fell forward, pressing her pert tits against Steve’s muscled pecks, and opened her eyes. Looking directly into the man’s tanned, lined face she exclaimed, “I think I can take it now, baby. Ya ready?” Steve nodded.
“I just need a little coke rub before I do it,” she mouthed breathily. Steve lifted his head.
“Nick,” he spoke up, “Get Tina a little coke for her pussy, would ya?”
From a sofa at the top of the landing, Nick immediately rose, moved to a credenza and using a cellophane card scooped up a pile of flake. Upon Nick’s approach to the settee that she and Steve were playing on, Tina rose from her position and lay back diagonally across Steve’s chest with her lissom arm circling his head and neck.
This position allowed her to spread her beautiful legs so Nick could apply the coke to her slit and at the same time she could have some tongue play with Steve. While Nick bent to discharge the cocaine between her little white legs, he couldn’t help admiring the teenage model’s tattoo peeking out from the unsnapped crotch of her sinfully revealing, silk shorts.
Tina’s tattoo was of an erect penis that started on the inside of the top of her supple thigh, with the head of the cock-tattoo positioned at the opening of the girl’s small slit to give the illusion of it going into her cunt. The artist had even tattooed part of the penis-head on the girl’s tiny labia so it appeared partially inside her sex slit.
Nick had taken her to the shop to have it applied. The artist recognized Tina as a top fashion model, but because she was so young he was hesitant to do the work. Nick had had to pay a large amount of money to get him to do it.
Nick thought back to that day… PG Tina had reclined on the sofa in the artist’s studio, spread her curvaceous, stocking-clad legs slightly and pulled-up her mini-dress almost to her navel to give the artist access. She watched him, leaning back on her elbows. He attempted to go about the task of expertly engraving the multi-color design. But the only thing covering the little trollop’s sex hole during the procedure was a one inch diaphanous thong.
After several hours of this, the artist — a twenty something hipster with long black hair whose name was Bobbie — let his obvious attraction for Tina be know. While kneeling between her stockinged legs he would, not so subtly, press his tented pants crotch against her ankle. Nick was amused since Tina seemed to enjoy it.
Tina enjoyed showing off her delectable body to the attractive artist and eventually, she reciprocated the young man’s affections by stroking her leg against his erect cock and then giggling. Then she reached into her mini-dress top and fondled her stiff nipples while he attempted to do his work.
Finally, when the artist needed to tattoo the lips of Tina’s slit, he nervously asked her to slid her thong to the side of her sex. She moved her hand down between her legs, slid two fingers under the thong to rub her moist slit. Then she pulled the thong aside and looked into the young artist’s eyes and said, “God, Bobbie, getting this tattoo is fucking getting me hot. What are you going to do about it?”
In a bold move, the nervous artist moved his head forward to the opening between her legs and slithered his tongue over her swollen clit. Tina grabbed his head by the hair and pulled it up tight against her crotch and hissed, “I need a dick in me, stud. Can you take care of it?”
Bobbie had then looked up at Nick, seeking some sign of permission. Nick sat impassively, so Bobbie had unzipped his black leather pants and worked his stiff dick out and moved into position between Tina’s spread thighs. Nick then interrupted the maneuver.
“You’ve got to wear a rubber if you fuck her, man,” he instructed. “Shit,” the young man stood, left the room and reemerged with the rubber stretched over his still erect cock.
Tina who had remained reclined on the sofa was now furiously pinching the nipples of her partially exposed, bra-less breasts through her small mini-dress top, her beautiful lithe legs now splayed wide open.
The artist again knelt between them. He playfully slapped Tina’s hairless slit with his length and then ran the tip back and forth through her moist groove while she hissed: “Oh, fuck yea. Get it in me, stud,” licking her lips and then pulling her cunt-lips apart to help him work the cock in. After several minutes, the artist was fully embedded in Tina’s tight sheath, fucking her deftly while she moaned and bucked her lank and lean ass up at him.
“Fuck yea, squirt me, stud. Squirt me… What was your name? Oh, yea. Bobbie. That’s it, that’s it, fuck me, Bobbie,” she spit, spreading her curvaceous legs impossibly wider and flexing against the artist’s leather clad ass for added leverage as she ground her moist, tight slut-hole around his hot, plunging cock-pole.
Her dainty feet, clad in platform, ankle-high, toe-less boots bobbed up and down on either side of the guy’s body as he rutted her. Then she locked her ankles around his ass and pulled him up and into her as hard as possible. She fucked the guy’s mouth with her gold-posted tongue, moaning loudly each time he bottomed out in her hairless hole. His muscular torso rubbed against her now bared tits making her nipples stiff as they poked out from the top of her mini-dress while he levered his hard pole into her tight cunt again and again. Her little mini-dress was bunched up around her lithe panting, tummy, its top pulled to the side showing off her little girl’s cleavage. The partially applied tattoo on her crotch was now slick with the sweat from their illicit and utterly hedonistic copulation.
The tattoo artist didn’t last long with his straining dick stuck up such a choice little nasty morsel. How often did a guy get to slip his prong into this — a fourteen year-old, nationally known, high-fashion model, who liked it hot and nasty and liked it now!! The carnal little slut’s girdle-tight cunt contracted spasmodically around his swollen log till he jetted his gruel all the way up her hot, sucking fuck-hole.
“Oh fuuuuck! Fuck! You fuckin’ little slut-whore, awwww!” he spat into her contorted face. Her clit sung at the top of her tightly stretched, elastic hole as he impaled her with his swollen prong. They came together yelping like dogs in heat as he pronged her repeatedly and then planted the pole and simply ground it as hard as he could into the tight slit between the beautiful, slut-model-child’s splayed legs.
The little bitch’s hole was so hot and tight that most of his come squeezed out of it immediately after he pulled out his cock. She fitfully scooped it up in her slender hand and sucked it off her fingers, panting breathily.
Tina whimpered, trembled and curled into a ball on the sofa while Nick comforted her by tenderly stroking her cheek. After a couple of blasts of coke she was back to her self. Before they left, the artist asked Nick how he could get hold of Tina later. Nick told him to forget it. It was amazing the effect this girl had on men.
Now, Nick finished shaking the cocaine from the cellophane card onto the little beauty’s snatch. Tina reached down and rubbed it into herself, dipping two fingers into her little elastic hole, all the while looking up at Nick through heavy-lidded eyes and lasciviously circling her candy-pink lips with her gold-spiked tongue.
After squirming on the fingers, she pulled them out and stuck them into Steve’s mouth along with her slip of a tongue. Steve’s dick swelled at the lewdness of the erotic display of this precocious 14 year-old.
Once her crotch was tingling sufficiently, Tina rose once again over Steve’s reclining body and repositioned her beautiful Junoesque legs on either side of his waist. She slid Steve’s flinty dick into position at the opening to her sex and lowered her tiny hips. She balanced herself and reached her hands on either side of her slit and pulled the lips apart as far as she could and lowered herself until the head almost made its way into her, then lifted. She looked down at the huge column threatening to penetrate her small pink maw.
The head of Steve’s cock was quite wet with her juices and poised at the entrance to her slit-of-pleasure. Encouraged, Tina applied the same technique again. As she pressed against the cock she watched the video monitor on the wall with Steve. Billie was still sawing his cock into the youngest girl’s widely spread mouth. “Oh, look at that cute girl Billie’s mouth-fucking,” she said as she strained against Steve’s cock.
The lewdness of watching Billie fuck the girl enabled Tina to finally get the entire head of the rich stud’s cock to squelch up into her little teenage-slut cunt-hole. Maybe it was the fact that Tina had fucked Billie before and now she was watching him fuck someone else, and he didn’t know it.
“Oh, fuuuck, honey. I got it in again — all by myself.” She looked down and saw that indeed the 3 inch head of the giant cock was wrapped tight by the elastic entrance to her tight hole. She then leaned forward and brought her torso down to Steve’s, extended her arms around his neck and stuck her little tongue into his mouth for some mouth fucking.
“No, honey. Not yet. Get that fucker in more before you start that.”
“Oh, fuck. It hurts, Steve,” she whined. But she lifted up her little ass and then pushed back hard against the steely cock. With the added moisture and excruciating rotary movements, she was able slid her cunt further down his shaft.
Then she paused in mid-stroke, “Fuck, honey. You know you’re by far the biggest guy to ever fuck me. No one else can do it for me now. I think you are stretching me out a little,” she whined amorously.
“But you know what? I fucking love it!” And then, marshaling her entire licentious resolve, Tina levered her entire weight against the shaft and pushed back until he had almost half his massive length up her tight slit.
“All right, babe! That’s it!” Steve exclaimed. Even though only half his length was up her little slit, she was absolutely stuffed. Steve felt the top of his cock against the back of her compact womb.
Slowly, her hole stretched to almost comfortably accommodate the mammoth cock, and along with help from the coke Nick had applied to her nasty slit, she got into what she enjoyed most — sport-fucking her latest conquest.
Tina had now developed a penchant for wealthy older men with big dicks — especially ones that, just by saying the word, could push her career to the stratosphere. Fame. Adoring fans. Lots of coke. Sliding dicks attached to her White Knight — or Black Knight of the moment. She had been know to fuck with large black men too. Tina started her little fuck-ride with a vengeance.
Nick stood at the top of the landing, looking down at the couple on the settee. Tina’s long body looked particularly small being so close to Steve’s ample frame, especially with the hulking proboscis gaping obscenely from the stuffed hole between her legs. Her long, thin legs framed their pleasure, her new, svelte 14 year-old body, rutting the hairy, gnarly body of the 37 year-old man. The prurient contrast was dick-hardening. The little trollop’s cunt-juice coated the swollen cock about half way down its length.
“Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh,” she wailed as her ass spasmed, “I fucking got it in. Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” she churned her comely ass with determination. Then Tina raised up straight, her slight legs splayed across Steve’s midsection and raised her willowy arms around her angelic head, all the while flicking her tongue over her pink lips. With one hand she reached under the gauze of her top and pinched her nipple where it was pierced with the ring. The other hand slid down to the top of her cock-stuffed, hairless slit and teased her clitoris. Within minutes she worked herself into a cum of such ferocity that her cunt clenched Steve’s swollen cock so hard she couldn’t stroke her clenching opening along the shaft anymore — it was like a cork stuck in too tight of a bottle; she yelped like a hysterical poodle till her cum finished and her cunt relaxed enough to release its clench on the cock. Steve gently pushed her off his still erect dick, hugged her and then got up. Steve hadn’t come. He was saving his load for someone else.
Still wearing his robe, Steve made his way to the suite in the east wing of his compound, winding his way through several corridors. Upon arrival, he silently let himself in and walked over to the sunken, circular “entertainment” pit.
The kids, unaware of his presence, were still having lots of fuck-fun. Steve sat at the edge of the pit and watched. Billie was now centering his affections on the new little thirteen year-old sex pot, and was, in fact, reclined on a large, velvet pillow while Susan licked and sucked his enormous dick. She was still wearing her little tank-top (which had dried by now) and her black thong. The thong, however had been pulled to one side by Lynn, who was positioned between her agile, fawn legs. Lynn had her mouth centered on the little trollop’s sex hole and was slithering it over her clit. All the while Susan was mewling and cooing, and occasionally lifting her head to bleat an intense moan. It was apparent that she was near delirium with cocaine induced pleasure.
But she was aware enough to notice Steve watching her.
“Look, you guys,” she notified the others. “Hi Steve,” Lynn and Billie greeted.
“Hi kids. Don’t let me get in the way of a good time,” he laughed.
Lynn rose and went over to him, her large breasts bobbing, grasped his hand and pulled him over to the other two. Lynn reclined pulling him down with her.
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Steve,” Steve said, turning to the new girl. She was now sitting back on one of the pillows with Billie’s arm around her shoulder.
“I’m Susan, pleased to meet you in person,” she said demurely, averting her gaze. Steve was awestruck. If the girl looked good on the monitor, she was spectacular in person. Perfect features and skin. Little girl’s cleavage delectably exposed through her thin tank-top. Long, lean limbs and she absolutely exuded that exceptionally powerful sexuality of the alluring and amoral young. And her voice. It belied her age — it had smooth dulcet tones, lilting tones, that reminded him of something.
Although obviously on a coke high, the girl well maintained her composure, and smiled and chatted for a minute with Steve.
“So I’m really glad you’re going to be staying with us. I just want you to know that I find you exceptionally attractive and I think you will do well her — both at work and play,” he chuckled.
Susan smiled and replied in a confident tone, gazing directly at him, “Well, I’d heard you were handsome yourself, but I never expected this. You are really hot!” Steve’s ego swelled to the point he was embarrassed. He didn’t think a thirteen year-old could have this effect on him. He was over three times the girl’s age, but it didn’t seem to put her off at all.
Suddenly, Susan giggled and then exclaimed, “Jesus, is that your cock?” Steve looked down and realized the conversation with the girl had given him a partial hard-on and its head peeked from the edge of his robe.
“Ah, yeah,” Steve shifted himself a little self-conscious.
“I guess talking to you got me a little excited,” he explained with a chuckle.
“God, that thing looks huge. How big is it?” she asked with a little girl’s inquisitiveness. Steve pulled his robe back to expose his penis. Its length lay on his thigh, half-way to his knee.
“I thought Billie’s cock was big, but yours is even bigger,” she exclaimed. “Can I feel it?” she asked in her smooth as butter voice — that was it. Her voice reminded him of butter. Butter. She moved toward him.
“I’d love it if you would, sweetheart,” he could barely get the words out. His heart pounding and his cock lengthening.
Fuuuuck, this little girl was a shot of adrenaline to his sex drive. He was almost afraid he would ejaculate, like a high-school boy on his first date, if she touched him. Susan moved over to him, balanced on her knees and bent to touch and then rub the almost fully erect cock.
“Fuck, how do you do it with this thing. I couldn’t ever get that in me — could I?” she intoned with a coquette’s ironic smile and a flick of the lips with her tiny tongue. Steve ignored her inquiry and urgently reached for her tiny waist where the thong wrapped around it. He pulled her down against him and brought her small pouting mouth down to his. He tried not to overwhelm her with the passion he felt for the precocious child-slut. His mouth closed over hers and he immediately felt a flick of her tongue as her mouth opened. Ummmh! He had to possess this creature.
High voltage shot through his being as her tongue danced against his lips, then she kissed him ardently and then lightly sucked his large tongue.
“Christ, honey. You are a dangerous little thing. You know that?” he nuzzled her long, lithe neck and ran his hand from her lean, curvaceous thigh, across the valley of her slight waist, to cup her pointing tittie pout, obviously erected from the lusty kiss. As his hand made the journey, Steve felt transported; the expression in her eyes was of hunger, but it was she who was feeding him.
She giggled, “You fucking make me horny… at least I think. I really need to fucking cum but I can’t cause Billie stuck all that coke up me and now I can barely feel anything down there,” she whined and ran her sinuous hand down between her legs and cupped her slit through the thong while she drew back the stockinged leg, an invitation for Steve to address her complaint. Steve bent his head and flicked his large tongue in a moist swathe across the pinnacle of her nipple poking out through her shirt. He then raised the tank top till it was above her breasts. He attached his lips to the adorable nipples, so pink they looked as if they had been lipsticked.
“Let me see what I can do, honey,” Steve moved his hand from her breasts back down the supple length of her body. Susan cooed her agreement and rolled onto her arched back and shifted her stockinged legs slightly apart in anticipation. Steve’s cock was so hard at the stimulation this Lolita was having on him that he was lightheaded.
Steve righted himself, then turned toward the black marble table in the center of the entertainment pit and reached for a small crystal decanter; attached inside the silver cap was a spoon. He scooped it into the white powdery contents and proffered the heaping spoonful first to Susan.
“This might bring back a little feeling. Would you like to try a little, baby?”
“What is it?” she asked. “It’s Ecstasy, babe. It makes you feel real good and want to do it all night.”
She giggled, “Really? Maybe I want to do it all night already!” flashing her perfect white smile and fluttering her heavy eyelids.
But she moved toward the spoon, covered one nostril, snorted and then the other. Billie and Lynn also took large snorts before he put the bottle away.
“Oh, God,” Lynn exclaimed, “Last time I did this stuff, I went to a party with Cindy and we were so horny we fucked a guy in the bathroom and then I fucked a couple of other guys in their cars outside the bar we went to. I had one of them take me home and call up a couple of his friends and they fucked me all night. I even fucked two of them at the same time. I was still fuckin’ horny in the morning. I think we went through about a gross of rubbers. I came home and masturbated for about three more hours,” she giggled as she squeezed her cunt-mound through her thong. Lynn liked to talk openly about her sexual activities.
Steve quickly shucked his robe, ran a hand down his tanned, washboard stomach and stroked the massive organ that jutted obscenely from his crotch up past his navel.
As Susan raised up on her elbows to get a better look at him, Steve signaled to Billie and Lynn to join them. Lynn lifted and cradled Susan’s exquisite head and shoulders in her lap and caressed her face, placing light affectionate kisses on her high cheek-bones, bubble-gum pink lips and breathtaking eyes while Billie laid his head on her chest, and lightly licked at her breasts and rubbed her delectable tummy.
Meanwhile, Steve moved between the young girl’s long stockinged legs, reveling in their extensive splendor while jacking his gargantuan cock. He took his time reveling in the sight of the exceptional beauty of the promiscuous thirteen year-old’s exceptional charms.
Billie lay with his head on the girl’s ivory thigh and surveyed the sleek junction of Susan’s legs where her slit hid. He reached his hand to push-aside the skimpy, transparent bikini-thong she wore to make way for Steve’s large truncheon. His eyes followed the flawless curves of her thighs where they met in a confluence of sensuality. A tiny rose-colored crevice lay beneath a wisp of blond fleece at the cleft at the juncture of the anxious thirteen-year-old’s legs. Below that lay the orbs of her lean, round buttocks, with the almost imperceptible rosebud of her ass-opening hidden in the clean line separating the svelte ass cheeks.
“Fuck, I can feel that feeling from the X again,” Lynn intoned as she bent over above Susan’s face, “Can you feel that, honey?” she asked.
Susan nodded and pulled down Lynn’s face to her lips. She tongue-kissed her, displaying her craving. Lynn reached her hand down the front of Susan’s shirt and moved it over her little tittie mound, squeezing it sharply. Billie pulled the tank-top up and tongued the same nipple. Lynn could feel it harden as she twisted it soaked in Billie’s saliva as his tongue danced on its tip. Susan could feel waves of fuck-itch radiate from her cunt throughout her scintillating body. As if she wasn’t horny enough already, now she had some more that was chemically induced.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Susan murmured.
“I really need to come,” she whined as she reached down her race-horse lean body, and slid her lissom hand to her moist little slit and then insinuated itself up inside her. She plunged the thin, long digit in and out several times, moved it up to moisten her clit, then pushed the thong farther to one side. She positioned a finger on either of her tiny labia and spread them lasciviously to expose the pink meat inside. She then looked directly at Steve and said lewdly, “Come on, stud. Let’s see if you can get that fuckin’ hunk a salami up my horny hole.”
Steve’s head swam at the carnality of her expression. He couldn’t believe how precocious this beautiful little vamp was.
Steve lecherously viewed his target between the little hedonistic slut’s lissom legs. It was a tiny little slit only about an inch and a half long (about the length of Steve’s piss-slit on his cock) with hardly any lips. It would almost be invisible except she had been fuck-playing with Billie, Lynn and her own fingers. There was only a wisp of baby fuzz at the top of it. She was too young to have pubic hair.
Steve shuffled forward, still kneeling, bent his stiff timber down and rubbed it on the little, pink slit, no other contact between them.
“Oh, fuck, owww, Christ,” they both moaned simultaneously. Her cunt opened up a little where the cock’s piss slit rubbed it. Steve gripped his cock and slid it up and down the little opening between her stockinged legs. She convulsively spread them till they were parallel with the cushions and pulled them even farther back, till they were open over 180 degrees. Then Susan desperately reached between their legs, grabbed the cock and started to rub it back and forth in her little groove frantically. “Fuck, you stud. I’ve got to come!” She now had a wild, crazed expression of the debauched in her gorgeous Asian eyes.
After several minutes of this, Steve stopped her. He then had Lynn move down, put her head on Susan’s tummy and tongue her little gash from above while Susan bucked her lean ass and whimpered loudly.
“Pull it open as far as you can, baby,” he said to Lynn whose long, thin tongue writhed over the slit. When the opening was moist with her saliva, he extended his arm near Susan’s shoulder so he could lean over her and clearly see her dazed expression. She frantically grabbed his arm with both of hers and looked back into his eyes, her face flush with animal lust.
“Get that fucker into me before I explode,” she hissed up at him. Steve centered his oversized truncheon, moved forward until he felt the moist warmth of the depraved child-slut’s sex dimple and pressed hard. With the help of Lynn’s saliva and cunt-spreading fingers, his cockhead stretched her elastic cunt opening to the limit and then squelched inside just below the crown of the older stud’s painfully hard dick.
“Good God,” he bellowed and then continued pressing. He would have simply skewered the horny girl on his pole, but he didn’t want to inflict any serious damage.
After several minutes of tiny in-out movement and great patience, he had over half of his stiff dick up the little 13 year-old’s perfect, hairless cunt. She was whimpering deliriously, and would occasionally try to fuck back, but much too fast. Billie had to hold her hips down so that Steve could drive his huge cock in at his own pace.
Susan’s little cunt ended up being quite accommodating, taking almost 3/4’s of his length when fully adjusted. Perhaps it was her long physique which allowed her to take such a big cock up between her legs. When Steve came, he had Lynn put her face down by the little cunt. After the first jet squirted into Susan’s hole, he pulled out, squirted several jets into Lynn’s sucking mouth, and them jammed his still squirting dick back into Susan’s hole for the finish. When he pulled out, Lynn scrambled between her legs to suck the rest of the cum from the delirious thirteen year-old’s tortured hole. Steve moved around to Susan’s head and had her wrap her succulent lips around his well-worn cock.
On Monday morning, Steve received an urgent call from Ken Svetlana, who ran Models’ Inc. for him. “Steve, I got the call from Maitlan he’s ready to sign with Models’ Inc.. He’s narrowed it down to Tina, Susan, and Lisa, final decision will be made next week,” he almost ran on out of breath. “Can you believe it? We’ve got it, the largest media fashion-contract there is, $37 fucking million!” Ken had been assiduously pursuing this contract for three years, as had every other agency in the world.
“Congratulations, Ken! I knew you would come through. Where do we go from here?” Steve asked. “Maitlan will send his plane on Wednesday to pick up the girls and you and me. We’ll meet him at his resort in Bridgetown down in Barbados. He wants to get to know the girls a little better before he makes up his mind which one.”
“Sounds good, Ken. I’ll be able to get away. You work with Sherry and get the girls all ready and we’ll meet up with you on Wednesday.”
Early Wednesday morning, Steve’s helicopter shuttle picked up the five of them at the helipad on top of the compound. They landed at JFK and then boarded Maitlan’s Lear Jet. The paparazzi were out in force. Whenever three of the most-demanded models in the world, the most powerful media tycoon and Models’ Inc.‘s CEO were in one place, it was a sure bet that the press would be on hand.
The girls were adorable and ravishing. They had been primped, pampered, and run through their routines. They had spent several hours a day working out for months and had never looked better. They coquettishly entertained the paparazzi’s questions till Steve pulled them away.
When they arrived in Bridgetown, Maitlan was there to greet them with his famous hospitality, flowered wreaths, and kind words. His shuttle stood by to ferry them to his renowned resort the Valhalla, nestled in the Carlisle Bay to the Southwest of Bridgetown. On the flight, Tina sat in the middle perch, while Maitlan sat flanked by Lisa and Susan. Maitlan, being a Spaniard, had a familiar manner anyway, but he simply snuggled each of the girls on the way, being careful to not favor one over the other. They, of course, adored him. Maitlan, in his mid-thirties, was “tall, dark and handsome”, not to mention, rich, connected, built, and available, with a scintillating personality that would put anyone at ease.
Although Maitlan had a well-established reputation for chasing young girls and a wild life-style, this encouraged the Models’ Inc. girls who looked forward to bedding him, not just for the modeling contract, but because they each found him irresistible.
Along the way, he pointed out the rugged ridges and ravines along the coastline and the beautiful blue waters above the thick coral reefs. There was much excited chatter and vivacious conversation till the helicopter landed at his private helipad on the top of his residence. All were told to rest and prepare for an informal soiree at 9:00 PM; there was to be a surprise announcement.
Everyone assembled in their Caribbean garb in Maitlan’s personal suite for an exquisite dinner of fresh seafood of every variety. The girls were too nervous to eat much, but tried to maintain there composure as best they could.
When the time came, Maitlan stood. “Girls, Ken, Steve. Thank you for coming. The reason for inviting you here is less in the spirit of a contest, and more in the spirit of a celebration. You see, in the process of seeking the model who would best represent, Know! I was looking for three things. Sex appeal, youth, and verve and all three of you exceptional young women have all three. For that reason I’m proud to have all three of you represent Know!” With that the three girls jumped up, squealed, hugged each other, Steve, Ken and then Maitlan. The papers were signed, champagne was uncorked and the celebration began.
Well after midnight, after the reality of the situation had settled into each of the girl’s pretty heads, libations of every variety were consumed. Maitlan broke out several heaping trays of the world’s finest cocaine. They all decided it was time to hit some dance clubs in Barbados, so Maitlan called for a car.
Tina insisted on sitting in Maitlan’s lap for the ride. Maitlan had no complaints as they had been openly flirting all night. Tina sat her narrow ass on Maitlan’s lap and kept running her fingers through his long hair and cooing, Maitlan ran his hands up Tina’s long legs and murmured into her dainty ear. Black stockings showed beneath a shear scarf Tina used as a miniskirt. It was smartly tied on one side of her narrow waist. Her nipples erected through her thin silk halter. It only had one button done-up on it, allowing Maitlan great latitude to tweak her nipple as he ran his other hand up her shapely legs. Tina gently pressed her sleek ass on his swelling groin.
Tina then ran her hand over Maitlan’s lightly haired chest, through his unbuttoned shirt, and pinched his nipples. Maitlan soon spread the halves of Tina’s halter and freed her small hard-nippled breasts. She fed one of them to his voracious lips. He tongued and sucked it greedily till it seemed ready to burst. Pulling her stiff nipple free from his sucking lips, Tina unzipped his khaki jeans and carefully extracted his stiff cock. Kneeling at his feet, her skirt up around her waist and her slim finger in her naked cunt, she looked up into his dark eyes and sucked the tip of the hard prick hungrily. Maitlan hauled Tina onto the black leather seat, pushed up her short-fringed, scarf mini-dress, spread her legs, pushing them back till they almost touched the window behind her, slid her black panty strip to one side, and slid his hard cock up her hot cunt with one swift stroke.
“Oh, Christ. Fuck me up!” she spat. Tina then pulled Maitlan’s face down to hers and tongued him in a sadistic frenzy with the shaft protruding from her little tongue. Maitlan went wild. He withdrew his shaft from her tight cunt, centered it on her rose-petal asshole and deliberately pushed into her ass-end. Tina started strumming her tiny clitoris rapidly and started moaning hysterically until she bleated out her several orgasms.
By now Ken and Steve had had their stiff dicks fished out of their pants and Susan was stroking and licking Ken’s and Lisa was doing the same to Steve’s.
Steve eventually lifted up Lisa and sat her, in his lap. She pulled up her mini-dress, no panties, and worked her bald slit down his stiff boner, helping her by spreading the tiny lips as she went. She moaned furiously while the huge dick spread her tight hole. As much as they had been fucking the last few months, Lisa was still too tight to take it easily.
Maitlan, being finished with Tina, watched as the gorgeous teen model arched her pliable torso and slid her delectable slit down and around on Steve’s arrogantly jutting hard-on. In a fit of passion he positioned himself behind the Goddess’ bouncing rump, steadied her and pushed his dick up her little asshole nestled between the adorable tanned buttocks.
Although Lisa had recently turned thirteen, she still had only had two cocks in her a few times. Usually Steve and either Billie or one of Steve’s friends. Last year at school when she was fucking a guy in his car in the parking lot, one of his friends would want to fuck her asshole at the same time that she had a dick up her cunt, but she always made him wait his turn.
But now she marveled at the extraordinary feeling of two thick slabs of meat sticking up between her race-horse thin legs into her tight woman-child cunt and asshole. The men gripped her by the ass and legs, and bounced her lithe body up and down on their stiff cocks.
“Oh fuuuck. That feels so fucking dreamy, you guys. You like fucking me? Huh? Huh? You guys, you like fucking one of the new Know! models, huh?!?!” She giggled and ran her hands down between her legs and over the part of their dicks that wouldn’t quite fit into her and then wrapped her fingers around their thick fuck-sticks at the junction where they were sticking up into her cunt and asshole. The men loved the added friction (not that it was required) of her fingers wrapped around their flesh as they sawed their dicks in and out of the hot slut.
They had pulled-up to a stop light and one of the side windows had been lowered to get some fresh air in the limousine. A red Ferarri pulled up next to the open window with two large black men in it while Steve and Maitlan were bouncing Lisa up and down on their cocks and she was sucking Steve’s tongue. Their jaws dropped in disbelief at the exhibition. Lisa saw them and smiled. “Hiya tigers, haven’t ya ever seen a girl have a little fun?” she tittered and winked, her bare teen-meat breasts bouncing to the movement of the two men pounding their swollen cocks into her hairless nether holes. “Where ya going?” they asked incredulously as the limo driver pulled away.
Maitlan reached around Lisa’s shoulders pawed the tits that were sticking up above the black leather bustier she had pulled down. He pinched her cherry-red nipples and Steve stuck out his tongue and licked the nipple. While Maitlan was pinching it, Lisa went wild and bent her head and tongued along with Steve. The heated, lewd action made both Steve and Maitlan shoot their massive loads into the little girl-model at the same time.
“Oh Christ, Jesus fuck!” they moaned as they jetted their loads into the tight holes her compact booty contained.
“Oh fuck! You fuckin’ studs. Shoot it up me! That’s it, shoot it up me! Oh, fuck!” She pulled Steve’s head to her sweaty cleavage and hugged him tight.
After a minute, when all the sex spasms had stopped, she slowly lifted her ass from the cocks. As she did, thick streams of their jizm steamed from both her holes. She caught as much as she could in her thin fingers and licked it into her pink-lipped mouth.
“Mmmm,” she giggled. She then wiped herself with a towel, pulled down her miniskirt and pulled up her bustier so the nipples were barely covered. As they pulled-up to the club she said somewhat haughtily but with a giggle, “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into in here.” She then shimmied her hot ass out the car and up the walkway, making it apparent that she did not intend to be with either of the men who just came in her. Her clit was still stiff and this girl was on the prowl.
“You looked like such a hot, little slut with those two cocks up you!” Susan complimented her as they entered the nightclub. “It really made me horny. I didn’t get fucked yet, you know.”
The club was a madhouse. The manager was expecting Maitlan. Maitlan had purchased the club several years ago and occasionally came by with several party girls and other friends. But tonight was special; there was electricity in the air. A new era had begun at Know! with the signing of the dynamic trio of young girl models, and everyone seemed to feel it in the air.
As for the girls, they were struttin’ it. They had now joined the highest echelon of flesh-talent on the planet and they were out to show they deserved it. And now that the contracts had been signed, nothing they did now would change the success they had achieved. Party time!
Susan grabbed Lisa’s hand, squeezed it, and pulled her out for a dance to the throbbing music. The sea of hot bodies parted for them as they took a place on a lighted platform and started to move their bodies. Susan’s hip grinding dance style simulated sex and she drug her hands up her thighs as she palpitated her hips to the demanding bass of the Caribbean beat. Her black suede hot-shorts were cut several inches above her ass cheeks and had a silver zipper that ran down the front of her flat tummy, between her legs, and up between her svelte rump cheeks. The small amount of her tit-flesh that was untanned, shown clearly through the diaphanous, silk blouse that flowed freely from her shoulders to just below the jutting tits. Every man’s eye in the club was on the two writhing models.
When the next song started, the two nymphs started grinding their breasts against each other and running their hands over each others curvaceous thighs, buttocks, and tits. They stuck their little tongues out and wiggled them sinuously together. Any man that looked at the lewd display for more that ten seconds was bound to get an erection and the women in the club feigned disgust, but were actually just jealous, knowing that either of the girls could easily take any one of their boyfriends. Their boyfriends would go even if they knew the truth: the permissive, sexy, slut-girls would simply use them for their hard cocks before they went on to the next rendezvous with the next stud. But these girls wanted nothing to do with these pathetic islanders.
After several dances, the girls worked their way through the crowd of gaping onlookers over to the bar for a drink. They each ordered a frosty papaya daiquiri and were sipping away when they saw two large black men, grinning shyly, approaching them.
“Oh, my God,” Lisa exclaimed. “It’s those same guys! The ones in the Ferarri that saw me when I was getting double-fucked in the limo.”
“Hi, girls, you looked great dancing up there,” they eagerly started the conversation. Were they from Barbados? No. They were players for the Rockets on vacation. Did they follow them to the club? Yes. They admitted they recognized Susan and Lisa from fashion magazines and other media coverage and were big fans. What were they doing later? Nothing without them!
The two models chatted coquettishly with the very large, dark, beefy Negroes. Every guy’s eye in the place was on the celebrity basketball stars and the very provocatively built prepubescent super-models. The girls encouraged the Negroes by sidling closer, and in fact, Susan reached out to the biggest Negro and touched his arm — as if to emphasize a point in her conversation. At that, the Negro stud confidently reached out and put his arm about the girl, almost touching her well-displayed nipples and breasts. Susan closed the distance and discreetly rubbed them on his arm and then his lower chest. Even though the teen super-models were tall, they were dwarfed by the huge, hulking basketball stars.
So they told the Steve, Maitlan and Tina they would be home sometime later. They hugged and kissed them good-bye, and Maitlan called for a car for the girls. He also discretely ordered several of his security agents to follow them and make sure they stayed out of trouble. Of course fucking certainly wasn’t considered trouble with this crowd.
She looked directly into his eyes as she brazenly performed fellatio on huge pole rising from his groin.
“OK, honey, get your little cunt up here. Steve, wants to try fucking it again,” he implored. Tina smiled as she lifted her head.
“You do, huh? You want to try and stick that big thing up my little hole again?” she asked in her provocative 14 year-old whine.
“You know I do, sweetheart, now get your little ass up her.”
Tina lifted her lithe body and arched her narrow torso. She assumed her most provocative, knavish stance — hips akimbo, finger in her little pouting mouth, toying with the gold-stud that pierced it. She slowly ran the other hand up one thin thigh and over her pouting titties and then back down between her spectacularly sexy legs that were attached to her impossibly narrow pelvis. Once there she mischievously grasped her bare crotch and slowly stuck her middle-finger up herself. She had become very aware of the power she had over men.
No wonder he could bill her out at $1,700 per half-hour he thought to himself. She would give a 90 year-old a hard-on.
“You fucking little nasty whore. Get up here and fuck me!” Steve implored.
Tina sidled up and laid her thin body on Steve’s, pulled her knees down on either side of him and then pushed herself up from his massive chest with her little hands on his bulging pecks. In this position her gauze-covered, budding breasts protruded to their fullest effect between the arms supporting her upper body on his chest. She knew she looked exceptionally provocative in this position and turned to look at herself in one of the many engraved and beveled mirrors lining the perimeter of the suite.
After studying her beauty and primping her hair for several seconds, she positioned the opening of the hairless slit between her legs, on Steve’s cock’s length, which lay erect on his stomach, reaching to his navel. She used his cock to warm herself up, by sawing it back and forth in her moist, fuck-groove.
“Fuck, honey. I’m real fucking horny, but your cock is so huge,” she whined in her best spoiled brat voice. She knew men loved to hear her whine, but in this case she was almost sincere.
“I don’t care. Get it up your little hole, baby. I want you to do it all by yourself. You can do it,” Steve implored.
Tina shifted to a dainty squat position over Steve’s body. She tucked the undone crotch flap of her little short pants up so they could both watch and revel as she tried to fit his horse dick into her nasty, little slit-of-a-cunt.
Her shorts were low-slung hip-huggers on her little ass — kind of like a slutty grunger’s version of a garter belt. No doubt that is why Sherry had selected it for her.
Tina licked her lips languidly and aligned Steve’s massive penis with her tiny crack. Since Steve had had his pole up her before, they both knew it was possible. But it was hard to believe that that huge veined shaft — a good 14 or 15 inches long and very wide would fit it the svelte 14 year old’s cunt — especially considering that she was of slight build and extremely thin even though she stood 5’10”. Her waist couldn’t have been over 16”, and her tight hips were no more than 18”, or 19”. She had a somewhat emaciated, waif look that ironically enhanced her exceptional beauty.
Maitlan, the owner of Know! had also been very impressed with Tina. They had met several weeks ago during a long search Maitlan had been conducting for the model that would star in his media campaign for his line of extraordinarily popular fashion goods. Tina had been so excited at being selected to meet him that she couldn’t sleep for a week beforehand.
The print portion of the ad campaign alone would book $34 million and the lucky race-horse model chosen for the job would sign a contract worth $3.7million.
All the girls’ minds danced with visions of popping flash-bulbs, choice of the finest studs in the world, and fashion immortality.
But it was a long shot. Mainland would probably end-up with a Models’ Inc. model, but there were quite a few others he had interest in as well.
Tina gripped Steve’s cock with a look of juvenile determination on her lewd and lustful pubescent face, placed the head against her tiny, warm slit and slid back and forth on it, each time exerting a little more pressure while she centered it into her sex dimple. Over and over she pressed her stallion’s brawny beef against her slit, trying with a spoiled little girl’s impatience to satisfy her craving, gnawing in frustration and then licking licentiously on her fiendishly charming lips. She shamelessly looked into the older man’s eyes while she whined and fussed. Finally, with a moan of frustration, throwing her ravishing head back, she pulled the cock head from her moist slot.
Frustrated at not being able to impale her lascivious sex tunnel on the huge dick, she changed her strategy. She grabbed the beefy pole, positioned it in front of her spread legs and rubbed her little clit rapidly up and down on its length in a furious determination to satisfy her craving to come. After a short time, while levering her hips rapidly back and forth, her beautiful face slowly contorted in a little girl’s sluttish sneer of sexual ecstasy, she bleated, “Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Steve, I’m squirting, baby. Fuuuuck!” finally having her breathy little cum.
She fell forward, pressing her pert tits against Steve’s muscled pecks, and opened her eyes. Looking directly into the man’s tanned, lined face she exclaimed, “I think I can take it now, baby. Ya ready?” Steve nodded.
“I just need a little coke rub before I do it,” she mouthed breathily. Steve lifted his head.
“Nick,” he spoke up, “Get Tina a little coke for her pussy, would ya?”
From a sofa at the top of the landing, Nick immediately rose, moved to a credenza and using a cellophane card scooped up a pile of flake. Upon Nick’s approach to the settee that she and Steve were playing on, Tina rose from her position and lay back diagonally across Steve’s chest with her lissom arm circling his head and neck.
This position allowed her to spread her beautiful legs so Nick could apply the coke to her slit and at the same time she could have some tongue play with Steve. While Nick bent to discharge the cocaine between her little white legs, he couldn’t help admiring the teenage model’s tattoo peeking out from the unsnapped crotch of her sinfully revealing, silk shorts.
Tina’s tattoo was of an erect penis that started on the inside of the top of her supple thigh, with the head of the cock-tattoo positioned at the opening of the girl’s small slit to give the illusion of it going into her cunt. The artist had even tattooed part of the penis-head on the girl’s tiny labia so it appeared partially inside her sex slit.
Nick had taken her to the shop to have it applied. The artist recognized Tina as a top fashion model, but because she was so young he was hesitant to do the work. Nick had had to pay a large amount of money to get him to do it.
Nick thought back to that day… PG Tina had reclined on the sofa in the artist’s studio, spread her curvaceous, stocking-clad legs slightly and pulled-up her mini-dress almost to her navel to give the artist access. She watched him, leaning back on her elbows. He attempted to go about the task of expertly engraving the multi-color design. But the only thing covering the little trollop’s sex hole during the procedure was a one inch diaphanous thong.
After several hours of this, the artist — a twenty something hipster with long black hair whose name was Bobbie — let his obvious attraction for Tina be know. While kneeling between her stockinged legs he would, not so subtly, press his tented pants crotch against her ankle. Nick was amused since Tina seemed to enjoy it.
Tina enjoyed showing off her delectable body to the attractive artist and eventually, she reciprocated the young man’s affections by stroking her leg against his erect cock and then giggling. Then she reached into her mini-dress top and fondled her stiff nipples while he attempted to do his work.
Finally, when the artist needed to tattoo the lips of Tina’s slit, he nervously asked her to slid her thong to the side of her sex. She moved her hand down between her legs, slid two fingers under the thong to rub her moist slit. Then she pulled the thong aside and looked into the young artist’s eyes and said, “God, Bobbie, getting this tattoo is fucking getting me hot. What are you going to do about it?”
In a bold move, the nervous artist moved his head forward to the opening between her legs and slithered his tongue over her swollen clit. Tina grabbed his head by the hair and pulled it up tight against her crotch and hissed, “I need a dick in me, stud. Can you take care of it?”
Bobbie had then looked up at Nick, seeking some sign of permission. Nick sat impassively, so Bobbie had unzipped his black leather pants and worked his stiff dick out and moved into position between Tina’s spread thighs. Nick then interrupted the maneuver.
“You’ve got to wear a rubber if you fuck her, man,” he instructed. “Shit,” the young man stood, left the room and reemerged with the rubber stretched over his still erect cock.
Tina who had remained reclined on the sofa was now furiously pinching the nipples of her partially exposed, bra-less breasts through her small mini-dress top, her beautiful lithe legs now splayed wide open.
The artist again knelt between them. He playfully slapped Tina’s hairless slit with his length and then ran the tip back and forth through her moist groove while she hissed: “Oh, fuck yea. Get it in me, stud,” licking her lips and then pulling her cunt-lips apart to help him work the cock in. After several minutes, the artist was fully embedded in Tina’s tight sheath, fucking her deftly while she moaned and bucked her lank and lean ass up at him.
“Fuck yea, squirt me, stud. Squirt me… What was your name? Oh, yea. Bobbie. That’s it, that’s it, fuck me, Bobbie,” she spit, spreading her curvaceous legs impossibly wider and flexing against the artist’s leather clad ass for added leverage as she ground her moist, tight slut-hole around his hot, plunging cock-pole.
Her dainty feet, clad in platform, ankle-high, toe-less boots bobbed up and down on either side of the guy’s body as he rutted her. Then she locked her ankles around his ass and pulled him up and into her as hard as possible. She fucked the guy’s mouth with her gold-posted tongue, moaning loudly each time he bottomed out in her hairless hole. His muscular torso rubbed against her now bared tits making her nipples stiff as they poked out from the top of her mini-dress while he levered his hard pole into her tight cunt again and again. Her little mini-dress was bunched up around her lithe panting, tummy, its top pulled to the side showing off her little girl’s cleavage. The partially applied tattoo on her crotch was now slick with the sweat from their illicit and utterly hedonistic copulation.
The tattoo artist didn’t last long with his straining dick stuck up such a choice little nasty morsel. How often did a guy get to slip his prong into this — a fourteen year-old, nationally known, high-fashion model, who liked it hot and nasty and liked it now!! The carnal little slut’s girdle-tight cunt contracted spasmodically around his swollen log till he jetted his gruel all the way up her hot, sucking fuck-hole.
“Oh fuuuuck! Fuck! You fuckin’ little slut-whore, awwww!” he spat into her contorted face. Her clit sung at the top of her tightly stretched, elastic hole as he impaled her with his swollen prong. They came together yelping like dogs in heat as he pronged her repeatedly and then planted the pole and simply ground it as hard as he could into the tight slit between the beautiful, slut-model-child’s splayed legs.
The little bitch’s hole was so hot and tight that most of his come squeezed out of it immediately after he pulled out his cock. She fitfully scooped it up in her slender hand and sucked it off her fingers, panting breathily.
Tina whimpered, trembled and curled into a ball on the sofa while Nick comforted her by tenderly stroking her cheek. After a couple of blasts of coke she was back to her self. Before they left, the artist asked Nick how he could get hold of Tina later. Nick told him to forget it. It was amazing the effect this girl had on men.
Now, Nick finished shaking the cocaine from the cellophane card onto the little beauty’s snatch. Tina reached down and rubbed it into herself, dipping two fingers into her little elastic hole, all the while looking up at Nick through heavy-lidded eyes and lasciviously circling her candy-pink lips with her gold-spiked tongue.
After squirming on the fingers, she pulled them out and stuck them into Steve’s mouth along with her slip of a tongue. Steve’s dick swelled at the lewdness of the erotic display of this precocious 14 year-old.
Once her crotch was tingling sufficiently, Tina rose once again over Steve’s reclining body and repositioned her beautiful Junoesque legs on either side of his waist. She slid Steve’s flinty dick into position at the opening to her sex and lowered her tiny hips. She balanced herself and reached her hands on either side of her slit and pulled the lips apart as far as she could and lowered herself until the head almost made its way into her, then lifted. She looked down at the huge column threatening to penetrate her small pink maw.
The head of Steve’s cock was quite wet with her juices and poised at the entrance to her slit-of-pleasure. Encouraged, Tina applied the same technique again. As she pressed against the cock she watched the video monitor on the wall with Steve. Billie was still sawing his cock into the youngest girl’s widely spread mouth. “Oh, look at that cute girl Billie’s mouth-fucking,” she said as she strained against Steve’s cock.
The lewdness of watching Billie fuck the girl enabled Tina to finally get the entire head of the rich stud’s cock to squelch up into her little teenage-slut cunt-hole. Maybe it was the fact that Tina had fucked Billie before and now she was watching him fuck someone else, and he didn’t know it.
“Oh, fuuuck, honey. I got it in again — all by myself.” She looked down and saw that indeed the 3 inch head of the giant cock was wrapped tight by the elastic entrance to her tight hole. She then leaned forward and brought her torso down to Steve’s, extended her arms around his neck and stuck her little tongue into his mouth for some mouth fucking.
“No, honey. Not yet. Get that fucker in more before you start that.”
“Oh, fuck. It hurts, Steve,” she whined. But she lifted up her little ass and then pushed back hard against the steely cock. With the added moisture and excruciating rotary movements, she was able slid her cunt further down his shaft.
Then she paused in mid-stroke, “Fuck, honey. You know you’re by far the biggest guy to ever fuck me. No one else can do it for me now. I think you are stretching me out a little,” she whined amorously.
“But you know what? I fucking love it!” And then, marshaling her entire licentious resolve, Tina levered her entire weight against the shaft and pushed back until he had almost half his massive length up her tight slit.
“All right, babe! That’s it!” Steve exclaimed. Even though only half his length was up her little slit, she was absolutely stuffed. Steve felt the top of his cock against the back of her compact womb.
Slowly, her hole stretched to almost comfortably accommodate the mammoth cock, and along with help from the coke Nick had applied to her nasty slit, she got into what she enjoyed most — sport-fucking her latest conquest.
Tina had now developed a penchant for wealthy older men with big dicks — especially ones that, just by saying the word, could push her career to the stratosphere. Fame. Adoring fans. Lots of coke. Sliding dicks attached to her White Knight — or Black Knight of the moment. She had been know to fuck with large black men too. Tina started her little fuck-ride with a vengeance.
Nick stood at the top of the landing, looking down at the couple on the settee. Tina’s long body looked particularly small being so close to Steve’s ample frame, especially with the hulking proboscis gaping obscenely from the stuffed hole between her legs. Her long, thin legs framed their pleasure, her new, svelte 14 year-old body, rutting the hairy, gnarly body of the 37 year-old man. The prurient contrast was dick-hardening. The little trollop’s cunt-juice coated the swollen cock about half way down its length.
“Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh,” she wailed as her ass spasmed, “I fucking got it in. Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” she churned her comely ass with determination. Then Tina raised up straight, her slight legs splayed across Steve’s midsection and raised her willowy arms around her angelic head, all the while flicking her tongue over her pink lips. With one hand she reached under the gauze of her top and pinched her nipple where it was pierced with the ring. The other hand slid down to the top of her cock-stuffed, hairless slit and teased her clitoris. Within minutes she worked herself into a cum of such ferocity that her cunt clenched Steve’s swollen cock so hard she couldn’t stroke her clenching opening along the shaft anymore — it was like a cork stuck in too tight of a bottle; she yelped like a hysterical poodle till her cum finished and her cunt relaxed enough to release its clench on the cock. Steve gently pushed her off his still erect dick, hugged her and then got up. Steve hadn’t come. He was saving his load for someone else.
Still wearing his robe, Steve made his way to the suite in the east wing of his compound, winding his way through several corridors. Upon arrival, he silently let himself in and walked over to the sunken, circular “entertainment” pit.
The kids, unaware of his presence, were still having lots of fuck-fun. Steve sat at the edge of the pit and watched. Billie was now centering his affections on the new little thirteen year-old sex pot, and was, in fact, reclined on a large, velvet pillow while Susan licked and sucked his enormous dick. She was still wearing her little tank-top (which had dried by now) and her black thong. The thong, however had been pulled to one side by Lynn, who was positioned between her agile, fawn legs. Lynn had her mouth centered on the little trollop’s sex hole and was slithering it over her clit. All the while Susan was mewling and cooing, and occasionally lifting her head to bleat an intense moan. It was apparent that she was near delirium with cocaine induced pleasure.
But she was aware enough to notice Steve watching her.
“Look, you guys,” she notified the others. “Hi Steve,” Lynn and Billie greeted.
“Hi kids. Don’t let me get in the way of a good time,” he laughed.
Lynn rose and went over to him, her large breasts bobbing, grasped his hand and pulled him over to the other two. Lynn reclined pulling him down with her.
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Steve,” Steve said, turning to the new girl. She was now sitting back on one of the pillows with Billie’s arm around her shoulder.
“I’m Susan, pleased to meet you in person,” she said demurely, averting her gaze. Steve was awestruck. If the girl looked good on the monitor, she was spectacular in person. Perfect features and skin. Little girl’s cleavage delectably exposed through her thin tank-top. Long, lean limbs and she absolutely exuded that exceptionally powerful sexuality of the alluring and amoral young. And her voice. It belied her age — it had smooth dulcet tones, lilting tones, that reminded him of something.
Although obviously on a coke high, the girl well maintained her composure, and smiled and chatted for a minute with Steve.
“So I’m really glad you’re going to be staying with us. I just want you to know that I find you exceptionally attractive and I think you will do well her — both at work and play,” he chuckled.
Susan smiled and replied in a confident tone, gazing directly at him, “Well, I’d heard you were handsome yourself, but I never expected this. You are really hot!” Steve’s ego swelled to the point he was embarrassed. He didn’t think a thirteen year-old could have this effect on him. He was over three times the girl’s age, but it didn’t seem to put her off at all.
Suddenly, Susan giggled and then exclaimed, “Jesus, is that your cock?” Steve looked down and realized the conversation with the girl had given him a partial hard-on and its head peeked from the edge of his robe.
“Ah, yeah,” Steve shifted himself a little self-conscious.
“I guess talking to you got me a little excited,” he explained with a chuckle.
“God, that thing looks huge. How big is it?” she asked with a little girl’s inquisitiveness. Steve pulled his robe back to expose his penis. Its length lay on his thigh, half-way to his knee.
“I thought Billie’s cock was big, but yours is even bigger,” she exclaimed. “Can I feel it?” she asked in her smooth as butter voice — that was it. Her voice reminded him of butter. Butter. She moved toward him.
“I’d love it if you would, sweetheart,” he could barely get the words out. His heart pounding and his cock lengthening.
Fuuuuck, this little girl was a shot of adrenaline to his sex drive. He was almost afraid he would ejaculate, like a high-school boy on his first date, if she touched him. Susan moved over to him, balanced on her knees and bent to touch and then rub the almost fully erect cock.
“Fuck, how do you do it with this thing. I couldn’t ever get that in me — could I?” she intoned with a coquette’s ironic smile and a flick of the lips with her tiny tongue. Steve ignored her inquiry and urgently reached for her tiny waist where the thong wrapped around it. He pulled her down against him and brought her small pouting mouth down to his. He tried not to overwhelm her with the passion he felt for the precocious child-slut. His mouth closed over hers and he immediately felt a flick of her tongue as her mouth opened. Ummmh! He had to possess this creature.
High voltage shot through his being as her tongue danced against his lips, then she kissed him ardently and then lightly sucked his large tongue.
“Christ, honey. You are a dangerous little thing. You know that?” he nuzzled her long, lithe neck and ran his hand from her lean, curvaceous thigh, across the valley of her slight waist, to cup her pointing tittie pout, obviously erected from the lusty kiss. As his hand made the journey, Steve felt transported; the expression in her eyes was of hunger, but it was she who was feeding him.
She giggled, “You fucking make me horny… at least I think. I really need to fucking cum but I can’t cause Billie stuck all that coke up me and now I can barely feel anything down there,” she whined and ran her sinuous hand down between her legs and cupped her slit through the thong while she drew back the stockinged leg, an invitation for Steve to address her complaint. Steve bent his head and flicked his large tongue in a moist swathe across the pinnacle of her nipple poking out through her shirt. He then raised the tank top till it was above her breasts. He attached his lips to the adorable nipples, so pink they looked as if they had been lipsticked.
“Let me see what I can do, honey,” Steve moved his hand from her breasts back down the supple length of her body. Susan cooed her agreement and rolled onto her arched back and shifted her stockinged legs slightly apart in anticipation. Steve’s cock was so hard at the stimulation this Lolita was having on him that he was lightheaded.
Steve righted himself, then turned toward the black marble table in the center of the entertainment pit and reached for a small crystal decanter; attached inside the silver cap was a spoon. He scooped it into the white powdery contents and proffered the heaping spoonful first to Susan.
“This might bring back a little feeling. Would you like to try a little, baby?”
“What is it?” she asked. “It’s Ecstasy, babe. It makes you feel real good and want to do it all night.”
She giggled, “Really? Maybe I want to do it all night already!” flashing her perfect white smile and fluttering her heavy eyelids.
But she moved toward the spoon, covered one nostril, snorted and then the other. Billie and Lynn also took large snorts before he put the bottle away.
“Oh, God,” Lynn exclaimed, “Last time I did this stuff, I went to a party with Cindy and we were so horny we fucked a guy in the bathroom and then I fucked a couple of other guys in their cars outside the bar we went to. I had one of them take me home and call up a couple of his friends and they fucked me all night. I even fucked two of them at the same time. I was still fuckin’ horny in the morning. I think we went through about a gross of rubbers. I came home and masturbated for about three more hours,” she giggled as she squeezed her cunt-mound through her thong. Lynn liked to talk openly about her sexual activities.
Steve quickly shucked his robe, ran a hand down his tanned, washboard stomach and stroked the massive organ that jutted obscenely from his crotch up past his navel.
As Susan raised up on her elbows to get a better look at him, Steve signaled to Billie and Lynn to join them. Lynn lifted and cradled Susan’s exquisite head and shoulders in her lap and caressed her face, placing light affectionate kisses on her high cheek-bones, bubble-gum pink lips and breathtaking eyes while Billie laid his head on her chest, and lightly licked at her breasts and rubbed her delectable tummy.
Meanwhile, Steve moved between the young girl’s long stockinged legs, reveling in their extensive splendor while jacking his gargantuan cock. He took his time reveling in the sight of the exceptional beauty of the promiscuous thirteen year-old’s exceptional charms.
Billie lay with his head on the girl’s ivory thigh and surveyed the sleek junction of Susan’s legs where her slit hid. He reached his hand to push-aside the skimpy, transparent bikini-thong she wore to make way for Steve’s large truncheon. His eyes followed the flawless curves of her thighs where they met in a confluence of sensuality. A tiny rose-colored crevice lay beneath a wisp of blond fleece at the cleft at the juncture of the anxious thirteen-year-old’s legs. Below that lay the orbs of her lean, round buttocks, with the almost imperceptible rosebud of her ass-opening hidden in the clean line separating the svelte ass cheeks.
“Fuck, I can feel that feeling from the X again,” Lynn intoned as she bent over above Susan’s face, “Can you feel that, honey?” she asked.
Susan nodded and pulled down Lynn’s face to her lips. She tongue-kissed her, displaying her craving. Lynn reached her hand down the front of Susan’s shirt and moved it over her little tittie mound, squeezing it sharply. Billie pulled the tank-top up and tongued the same nipple. Lynn could feel it harden as she twisted it soaked in Billie’s saliva as his tongue danced on its tip. Susan could feel waves of fuck-itch radiate from her cunt throughout her scintillating body. As if she wasn’t horny enough already, now she had some more that was chemically induced.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Susan murmured.
“I really need to come,” she whined as she reached down her race-horse lean body, and slid her lissom hand to her moist little slit and then insinuated itself up inside her. She plunged the thin, long digit in and out several times, moved it up to moisten her clit, then pushed the thong farther to one side. She positioned a finger on either of her tiny labia and spread them lasciviously to expose the pink meat inside. She then looked directly at Steve and said lewdly, “Come on, stud. Let’s see if you can get that fuckin’ hunk a salami up my horny hole.”
Steve’s head swam at the carnality of her expression. He couldn’t believe how precocious this beautiful little vamp was.
Steve lecherously viewed his target between the little hedonistic slut’s lissom legs. It was a tiny little slit only about an inch and a half long (about the length of Steve’s piss-slit on his cock) with hardly any lips. It would almost be invisible except she had been fuck-playing with Billie, Lynn and her own fingers. There was only a wisp of baby fuzz at the top of it. She was too young to have pubic hair.
Steve shuffled forward, still kneeling, bent his stiff timber down and rubbed it on the little, pink slit, no other contact between them.
“Oh, fuck, owww, Christ,” they both moaned simultaneously. Her cunt opened up a little where the cock’s piss slit rubbed it. Steve gripped his cock and slid it up and down the little opening between her stockinged legs. She convulsively spread them till they were parallel with the cushions and pulled them even farther back, till they were open over 180 degrees. Then Susan desperately reached between their legs, grabbed the cock and started to rub it back and forth in her little groove frantically. “Fuck, you stud. I’ve got to come!” She now had a wild, crazed expression of the debauched in her gorgeous Asian eyes.
After several minutes of this, Steve stopped her. He then had Lynn move down, put her head on Susan’s tummy and tongue her little gash from above while Susan bucked her lean ass and whimpered loudly.
“Pull it open as far as you can, baby,” he said to Lynn whose long, thin tongue writhed over the slit. When the opening was moist with her saliva, he extended his arm near Susan’s shoulder so he could lean over her and clearly see her dazed expression. She frantically grabbed his arm with both of hers and looked back into his eyes, her face flush with animal lust.
“Get that fucker into me before I explode,” she hissed up at him. Steve centered his oversized truncheon, moved forward until he felt the moist warmth of the depraved child-slut’s sex dimple and pressed hard. With the help of Lynn’s saliva and cunt-spreading fingers, his cockhead stretched her elastic cunt opening to the limit and then squelched inside just below the crown of the older stud’s painfully hard dick.
“Good God,” he bellowed and then continued pressing. He would have simply skewered the horny girl on his pole, but he didn’t want to inflict any serious damage.
After several minutes of tiny in-out movement and great patience, he had over half of his stiff dick up the little 13 year-old’s perfect, hairless cunt. She was whimpering deliriously, and would occasionally try to fuck back, but much too fast. Billie had to hold her hips down so that Steve could drive his huge cock in at his own pace.
Susan’s little cunt ended up being quite accommodating, taking almost 3/4’s of his length when fully adjusted. Perhaps it was her long physique which allowed her to take such a big cock up between her legs. When Steve came, he had Lynn put her face down by the little cunt. After the first jet squirted into Susan’s hole, he pulled out, squirted several jets into Lynn’s sucking mouth, and them jammed his still squirting dick back into Susan’s hole for the finish. When he pulled out, Lynn scrambled between her legs to suck the rest of the cum from the delirious thirteen year-old’s tortured hole. Steve moved around to Susan’s head and had her wrap her succulent lips around his well-worn cock.
On Monday morning, Steve received an urgent call from Ken Svetlana, who ran Models’ Inc. for him. “Steve, I got the call from Maitlan he’s ready to sign with Models’ Inc.. He’s narrowed it down to Tina, Susan, and Lisa, final decision will be made next week,” he almost ran on out of breath. “Can you believe it? We’ve got it, the largest media fashion-contract there is, $37 fucking million!” Ken had been assiduously pursuing this contract for three years, as had every other agency in the world.
“Congratulations, Ken! I knew you would come through. Where do we go from here?” Steve asked. “Maitlan will send his plane on Wednesday to pick up the girls and you and me. We’ll meet him at his resort in Bridgetown down in Barbados. He wants to get to know the girls a little better before he makes up his mind which one.”
“Sounds good, Ken. I’ll be able to get away. You work with Sherry and get the girls all ready and we’ll meet up with you on Wednesday.”
Early Wednesday morning, Steve’s helicopter shuttle picked up the five of them at the helipad on top of the compound. They landed at JFK and then boarded Maitlan’s Lear Jet. The paparazzi were out in force. Whenever three of the most-demanded models in the world, the most powerful media tycoon and Models’ Inc.‘s CEO were in one place, it was a sure bet that the press would be on hand.
The girls were adorable and ravishing. They had been primped, pampered, and run through their routines. They had spent several hours a day working out for months and had never looked better. They coquettishly entertained the paparazzi’s questions till Steve pulled them away.
When they arrived in Bridgetown, Maitlan was there to greet them with his famous hospitality, flowered wreaths, and kind words. His shuttle stood by to ferry them to his renowned resort the Valhalla, nestled in the Carlisle Bay to the Southwest of Bridgetown. On the flight, Tina sat in the middle perch, while Maitlan sat flanked by Lisa and Susan. Maitlan, being a Spaniard, had a familiar manner anyway, but he simply snuggled each of the girls on the way, being careful to not favor one over the other. They, of course, adored him. Maitlan, in his mid-thirties, was “tall, dark and handsome”, not to mention, rich, connected, built, and available, with a scintillating personality that would put anyone at ease.
Although Maitlan had a well-established reputation for chasing young girls and a wild life-style, this encouraged the Models’ Inc. girls who looked forward to bedding him, not just for the modeling contract, but because they each found him irresistible.
Along the way, he pointed out the rugged ridges and ravines along the coastline and the beautiful blue waters above the thick coral reefs. There was much excited chatter and vivacious conversation till the helicopter landed at his private helipad on the top of his residence. All were told to rest and prepare for an informal soiree at 9:00 PM; there was to be a surprise announcement.
Everyone assembled in their Caribbean garb in Maitlan’s personal suite for an exquisite dinner of fresh seafood of every variety. The girls were too nervous to eat much, but tried to maintain there composure as best they could.
When the time came, Maitlan stood. “Girls, Ken, Steve. Thank you for coming. The reason for inviting you here is less in the spirit of a contest, and more in the spirit of a celebration. You see, in the process of seeking the model who would best represent, Know! I was looking for three things. Sex appeal, youth, and verve and all three of you exceptional young women have all three. For that reason I’m proud to have all three of you represent Know!” With that the three girls jumped up, squealed, hugged each other, Steve, Ken and then Maitlan. The papers were signed, champagne was uncorked and the celebration began.
Well after midnight, after the reality of the situation had settled into each of the girl’s pretty heads, libations of every variety were consumed. Maitlan broke out several heaping trays of the world’s finest cocaine. They all decided it was time to hit some dance clubs in Barbados, so Maitlan called for a car.
Tina insisted on sitting in Maitlan’s lap for the ride. Maitlan had no complaints as they had been openly flirting all night. Tina sat her narrow ass on Maitlan’s lap and kept running her fingers through his long hair and cooing, Maitlan ran his hands up Tina’s long legs and murmured into her dainty ear. Black stockings showed beneath a shear scarf Tina used as a miniskirt. It was smartly tied on one side of her narrow waist. Her nipples erected through her thin silk halter. It only had one button done-up on it, allowing Maitlan great latitude to tweak her nipple as he ran his other hand up her shapely legs. Tina gently pressed her sleek ass on his swelling groin.
Tina then ran her hand over Maitlan’s lightly haired chest, through his unbuttoned shirt, and pinched his nipples. Maitlan soon spread the halves of Tina’s halter and freed her small hard-nippled breasts. She fed one of them to his voracious lips. He tongued and sucked it greedily till it seemed ready to burst. Pulling her stiff nipple free from his sucking lips, Tina unzipped his khaki jeans and carefully extracted his stiff cock. Kneeling at his feet, her skirt up around her waist and her slim finger in her naked cunt, she looked up into his dark eyes and sucked the tip of the hard prick hungrily. Maitlan hauled Tina onto the black leather seat, pushed up her short-fringed, scarf mini-dress, spread her legs, pushing them back till they almost touched the window behind her, slid her black panty strip to one side, and slid his hard cock up her hot cunt with one swift stroke.
“Oh, Christ. Fuck me up!” she spat. Tina then pulled Maitlan’s face down to hers and tongued him in a sadistic frenzy with the shaft protruding from her little tongue. Maitlan went wild. He withdrew his shaft from her tight cunt, centered it on her rose-petal asshole and deliberately pushed into her ass-end. Tina started strumming her tiny clitoris rapidly and started moaning hysterically until she bleated out her several orgasms.
By now Ken and Steve had had their stiff dicks fished out of their pants and Susan was stroking and licking Ken’s and Lisa was doing the same to Steve’s.
Steve eventually lifted up Lisa and sat her, in his lap. She pulled up her mini-dress, no panties, and worked her bald slit down his stiff boner, helping her by spreading the tiny lips as she went. She moaned furiously while the huge dick spread her tight hole. As much as they had been fucking the last few months, Lisa was still too tight to take it easily.
Maitlan, being finished with Tina, watched as the gorgeous teen model arched her pliable torso and slid her delectable slit down and around on Steve’s arrogantly jutting hard-on. In a fit of passion he positioned himself behind the Goddess’ bouncing rump, steadied her and pushed his dick up her little asshole nestled between the adorable tanned buttocks.
Although Lisa had recently turned thirteen, she still had only had two cocks in her a few times. Usually Steve and either Billie or one of Steve’s friends. Last year at school when she was fucking a guy in his car in the parking lot, one of his friends would want to fuck her asshole at the same time that she had a dick up her cunt, but she always made him wait his turn.
But now she marveled at the extraordinary feeling of two thick slabs of meat sticking up between her race-horse thin legs into her tight woman-child cunt and asshole. The men gripped her by the ass and legs, and bounced her lithe body up and down on their stiff cocks.
“Oh fuuuck. That feels so fucking dreamy, you guys. You like fucking me? Huh? Huh? You guys, you like fucking one of the new Know! models, huh?!?!” She giggled and ran her hands down between her legs and over the part of their dicks that wouldn’t quite fit into her and then wrapped her fingers around their thick fuck-sticks at the junction where they were sticking up into her cunt and asshole. The men loved the added friction (not that it was required) of her fingers wrapped around their flesh as they sawed their dicks in and out of the hot slut.
They had pulled-up to a stop light and one of the side windows had been lowered to get some fresh air in the limousine. A red Ferarri pulled up next to the open window with two large black men in it while Steve and Maitlan were bouncing Lisa up and down on their cocks and she was sucking Steve’s tongue. Their jaws dropped in disbelief at the exhibition. Lisa saw them and smiled. “Hiya tigers, haven’t ya ever seen a girl have a little fun?” she tittered and winked, her bare teen-meat breasts bouncing to the movement of the two men pounding their swollen cocks into her hairless nether holes. “Where ya going?” they asked incredulously as the limo driver pulled away.
Maitlan reached around Lisa’s shoulders pawed the tits that were sticking up above the black leather bustier she had pulled down. He pinched her cherry-red nipples and Steve stuck out his tongue and licked the nipple. While Maitlan was pinching it, Lisa went wild and bent her head and tongued along with Steve. The heated, lewd action made both Steve and Maitlan shoot their massive loads into the little girl-model at the same time.
“Oh Christ, Jesus fuck!” they moaned as they jetted their loads into the tight holes her compact booty contained.
“Oh fuck! You fuckin’ studs. Shoot it up me! That’s it, shoot it up me! Oh, fuck!” She pulled Steve’s head to her sweaty cleavage and hugged him tight.
After a minute, when all the sex spasms had stopped, she slowly lifted her ass from the cocks. As she did, thick streams of their jizm steamed from both her holes. She caught as much as she could in her thin fingers and licked it into her pink-lipped mouth.
“Mmmm,” she giggled. She then wiped herself with a towel, pulled down her miniskirt and pulled up her bustier so the nipples were barely covered. As they pulled-up to the club she said somewhat haughtily but with a giggle, “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into in here.” She then shimmied her hot ass out the car and up the walkway, making it apparent that she did not intend to be with either of the men who just came in her. Her clit was still stiff and this girl was on the prowl.
“You looked like such a hot, little slut with those two cocks up you!” Susan complimented her as they entered the nightclub. “It really made me horny. I didn’t get fucked yet, you know.”
The club was a madhouse. The manager was expecting Maitlan. Maitlan had purchased the club several years ago and occasionally came by with several party girls and other friends. But tonight was special; there was electricity in the air. A new era had begun at Know! with the signing of the dynamic trio of young girl models, and everyone seemed to feel it in the air.
As for the girls, they were struttin’ it. They had now joined the highest echelon of flesh-talent on the planet and they were out to show they deserved it. And now that the contracts had been signed, nothing they did now would change the success they had achieved. Party time!
Susan grabbed Lisa’s hand, squeezed it, and pulled her out for a dance to the throbbing music. The sea of hot bodies parted for them as they took a place on a lighted platform and started to move their bodies. Susan’s hip grinding dance style simulated sex and she drug her hands up her thighs as she palpitated her hips to the demanding bass of the Caribbean beat. Her black suede hot-shorts were cut several inches above her ass cheeks and had a silver zipper that ran down the front of her flat tummy, between her legs, and up between her svelte rump cheeks. The small amount of her tit-flesh that was untanned, shown clearly through the diaphanous, silk blouse that flowed freely from her shoulders to just below the jutting tits. Every man’s eye in the club was on the two writhing models.
When the next song started, the two nymphs started grinding their breasts against each other and running their hands over each others curvaceous thighs, buttocks, and tits. They stuck their little tongues out and wiggled them sinuously together. Any man that looked at the lewd display for more that ten seconds was bound to get an erection and the women in the club feigned disgust, but were actually just jealous, knowing that either of the girls could easily take any one of their boyfriends. Their boyfriends would go even if they knew the truth: the permissive, sexy, slut-girls would simply use them for their hard cocks before they went on to the next rendezvous with the next stud. But these girls wanted nothing to do with these pathetic islanders.
After several dances, the girls worked their way through the crowd of gaping onlookers over to the bar for a drink. They each ordered a frosty papaya daiquiri and were sipping away when they saw two large black men, grinning shyly, approaching them.
“Oh, my God,” Lisa exclaimed. “It’s those same guys! The ones in the Ferarri that saw me when I was getting double-fucked in the limo.”
“Hi, girls, you looked great dancing up there,” they eagerly started the conversation. Were they from Barbados? No. They were players for the Rockets on vacation. Did they follow them to the club? Yes. They admitted they recognized Susan and Lisa from fashion magazines and other media coverage and were big fans. What were they doing later? Nothing without them!
The two models chatted coquettishly with the very large, dark, beefy Negroes. Every guy’s eye in the place was on the celebrity basketball stars and the very provocatively built prepubescent super-models. The girls encouraged the Negroes by sidling closer, and in fact, Susan reached out to the biggest Negro and touched his arm — as if to emphasize a point in her conversation. At that, the Negro stud confidently reached out and put his arm about the girl, almost touching her well-displayed nipples and breasts. Susan closed the distance and discreetly rubbed them on his arm and then his lower chest. Even though the teen super-models were tall, they were dwarfed by the huge, hulking basketball stars.
So they told the Steve, Maitlan and Tina they would be home sometime later. They hugged and kissed them good-bye, and Maitlan called for a car for the girls. He also discretely ordered several of his security agents to follow them and make sure they stayed out of trouble. Of course fucking certainly wasn’t considered trouble with this crowd.
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