Let's Make a Deal (vertigis & Tyr)

Rachel knew it was going to happen even before she felt it starting. Her body was betraying her again. Her nipples had hardened under his mouth’s insistent attentions, but worse the slow careful rotation of his hips was hips was stimulating her more than she would have thought. Bull’s thick cock continued to tease the opening of her pussy and every one of his motions further increased her arousal and wetness. When his thumb returned to her nub, she bit her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood.

His comments were no less embarrassing than before but she no longer looked away from him. Her soft brown eyes, shot wide from a combination of anticipation and anxiety, had locked onto his face. When he called her a natural, she blushed, but still listened his instructions. Rachel knew she shouldn’t, that she should refuse to cooperate with him. It hardly mattered now though. It was already happening and he clearly knew more about how it was done than she did.

Her body had already made the decision anyways. She was what he’d been saying all along. Pressing her lips together tightly, she began to work her hips, meeting his shallow thrusts. “I’m ready,” Rachel whispered.

Bull had yet to really rest his full weight upon her as a significant portion of is cock remained outside her tight little pussy. The girl was looking at him now, was it fear, was it anticipation, or was it even need he saw in those eyes. He couldn’t tell, and he really didn’t care, what he really wanted was her entire virgin pussy wrapped around his cock. He did a lot of things, not because he cared, but because he knew how to manipulate the little sluts. So he leans down, his mouth opening, not directed at her wet nipples where it had been lodged before, but now it was clear he was going to kiss her. Bull’s frame hanging over her as he takes the kiss, and not a soft peck, but a lust filled open mouth one. The kiss continues even if not wanted, as Bull pulls his thick steely length back, and takes the small girl at her word that she was ready.

Bull who was usually a very vocal and talkative person, didn’t say a thing. All he did was break the lusty kiss, and looked right into her eyes as he hips drove his cock into her. The little fleshy blockage was no match for the large hard length that speared it. The bulbous head stretch and pushing its way in, as deep as it could go. There escaped from Bull a very satisfactory groan as he relished the experience of her tight virgin pussy holding and squeezing his cock. He left it buried in her, as he returned to kissing her, now part of his weight pressed against her chest and body. While he kisses he talks, his breath hot on her lips

Oh you have one tight little cunt baby. Damn it feels so fucking good.

Bull’s hips begin to rotate, slowly moving, his cock still deep in her, as he fucks her in short slow strokes. He knew why guys paid a premium to fuck the young ones; your dick just appreciated the feeling. Even if it was illegal, just like drugs, you’re fucking cock could never get enough of young pussy. He could really use another girl her age working for him, for that would make him some serious money. An idea began to form, but that was for later, right now he just wanted to experience more of this fine piece of ass.

Oh and its going to feel good for you too! You’re not going to like cock, you’re going to love cock. And best of all you're going to love my cock in you.

His hips moved a little more, increasing the speed and length of each stroke, as he increased the tempo. Bull couldn’t know for sure, but he suspected this one was like duck to water, and once she’d had cock, she’d want more.

Rachel’s eyes widened again as Bull loomed over her for a moment and then began to lean in for a kiss. It was another thing she hadn’t expected or wanted. She tried to turn her head away but his lips locked firmly onto her own, forcing his tongue inside, mingling her own juices with her saliva. A few more hot tears spilled down her cheeks until she stopped struggling and let this happen as well. It seemed like there was nothing he wasn’t going to take before the evening was over.

Suddenly he pulled up and she found herself again staring up into his cruel face. “Ah, ah!!” Rachel gasped as he at once drove himself deep into her cunt, his huge cock stretching her past the point of comfort. He left it there then, a small trickle of blood escaping between her lips as he lowered his heavy bulk down on body, small breasts flattening against his broad chest. She let him kiss her this time without squirming, her attention focused on the hard length trapped inside her pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she responded in short sharp little moans as his cock began to gently fuck her. He filled her so tightly she could feel every stroke of his throbbing manhood against her walls, and the initial pain soon began to dull, replaced by a pleasurable warmth. As if sensing the change, Bull began to tell her how good it was going to feel, how much she was going to love cock, his in particular. It felt like he knew her better than she knew herself at this point, and Rachel felt a flood of shame at that thought. He was a dealer, a pimp, a thug…she was not like this…

The speed of his thrusts slowly increased as her cunt molded to his size, and soon she could feel the weight of his balls slapping against her flesh. He was fucking her now, his huge toned body pressed down against her own small frame, dominating it and taking whatever he wished. She knew Bull was in total control and so simply let go.

The little cry that represented the moment he’d taken her childhood had happened, but that wasn’t the only cry he was going to get from her. The rod between his legs was going to demand far more than that from her, and he intended to get it. At first his large balls sack just came to rest upon her, then as the momentum increased, it began to slap her. She lay there moaning, receiving his cock, as he buried it in her, and with such a tight pussy that would have been enough, but Bull wanted more. He wanted her to participate in this depraved moment.

Grab your legs Sexy, spread them for me.

Bull was ready to push off of her, to lift off enough that he could not only enjoy the sight of her sexy face, and perky tits, but he could look between them and watch his cock sliding into her small diminutive body. He briefly leaned down to kiss her again, before opening up the gap between them, his eyes watching her, as his cock repeatedly became sheathed in her hot tightness. If he didn’t fuck girls on a very regular basis every day, he might have already blown his load, for it was taking some serious concentration to hold off the pressure he was feeling. His eyes stared into hers, before they then darted down, almost daring her eyes to follow as he looked between them, and where they were joined.

Doesn’t that look awesome, seeing that cock in you?

Even as he spoke, his hips were pumping her pussy with his shaft. The thing was slick and coated in her cunt cream, as it withdrew, the lips of her pussy squeegeeing the stuff down his cock when he drove it in, so at the base of his dick was there was a nice frothy mess. With there being some distance between them he could again paw at her budding tits as he talked, his large finger grabbing a nipple and tugging on it.

You don’t have to hold back, Sexy. Just enjoy it! That’s what fucking is about, a girl has got to have her cock, like a guy has to have his pussy.

With Bull’s throbbing manhood plowing in and out of her tight hole, Rachel could feel the slap of his balls with every downward thrust and hear the sound of wet skin colliding. When he instructed her to spread her legs, she did so, reaching down to press her thighs open further with her small hands. In response, he lifted his broad chest back off her breasts, allowing himself to watch as his cock fuck her in between quick but forceful kisses. She could not help but follow his eyes down, watching as his massive length plunged in and out of her body.

“Oh, God…”

He kept calling her sexy and Rachel did not know what to think about that. She never thought of herself in those terms. Looking into the mirror she didn’t see anyone sexy or beautiful, but rather a collection of little flaws. She wasn’t ugly, thank God, but neither was she a cheerleader or prom queen in her own mind. Rachel had never wanted to be those things. She knew Bull must have seen a lot of women though, and he didn’t have to compliment her this way. He could have called her anything, it wouldn’t have mattered. So maybe it was true…

Bull began to grope her breasts again and she whimpered as he tugged sharply on her hard nipples. It should have been a nightmare but the little stabs of pleasure emanating up from her pussy said her body felt otherwise. As he instructed her to enjoy it, she leaned her head back, allowing her moans and pants to increase in volume. The thought that her mother might hear crossed her mind but she was probably too high to hear anything now, and what did it matter? That evil bitch had no room to judge. “Ahh…oohh,” Rachel groaned, another climax growing as his cock kept pounding into her stretched slit. “…ah, fuck…please…”

Bull put a muscled arm and hand to each side of her. This was more than sufficient to hold his weight as his hips plowed his cock in and out of her. The young things moans and whimpers increased, getting ever louder, as she made no effort to hide her pleasure.

Give it up baby, let it go! Yeah, that’s what it’s about.

This was easier than taking candy from a baby. She probably wasn’t even thinking about the fact her mother sold her body for drugs, all that mattered now was the cock that was between her legs. Bull knew what to do, how to manipulate them, just what to tell them. It didn’t matter if he had to use their emotions, get them addicted to his cock or hooked on drugs all that mattered was the results.

Don’t worry about the bitch; I’m with you not her. I wouldn’t ever stick my dick in something like that ugly, I want you. If she saw how much fun you we’re having she’d be pissed beyond belief. Tell her how much you like it, make the bitch jealous.

Just to give her some encouragement, he started to fuck her good and hard, like he would any whore. This was about fucking not love; this was about getting off. He was getting close, but he was going to get her off at least one more time, before he filled her up.

Bull talked as if he was on her side, even though it had all been his idea. Her mother should have refused though. She herself should have refused. Rachel felt like if she’d been smarter or stronger or something, she could have found a way out. At the very least she shouldn’t have been moaning and withering like a slut while he fucked her to another orgasm. A second one, not even the first. Was it even rape at this point, she wondered dully. And the more she blamed herself and her mother, the less she found herself blaming Bull.

As his pace increased again, the sounds of their flesh slapping together filling the little room, she arched her back slightly, gently pushing herself upwards into his thrusts. It was not entirely pleasurable. He was so very large and her own pussy so tight that there was a degree of pain and discomfort as he fucked her harder. His cock was too big but her body was responding all the same. The warmth of her arousal continued to grow until finally Rachel cried out, her walls clenching around his length, milking him as she climaxed again.

As the waves of pleasure slowly receded, she turned her head and caught her breath, ashamed of herself and the situation. Realizing what was about to happen next, Rachel suddenly pleaded with Bull. “Please not in me. I'm not on… I don't take anything. I don't want to get pregnant…"

The hot little thing came again beneath him, which was a good sign, and felt especially good at her tight pussy convulsed around his cock. The small bedroom already reeked of sex, the smell in star contract to décor of stuffed animals and unicorn posters. The same girl that had decorated the room, was laying in her bed, a wet spot spreading out on the sheet beneath her ass, her cunt full of cock, and pleading that he not fill it. Bull never wore a condom, because that was for the johns to do; all of his bitches got it raw, no fucking raincoat cock. And if one of the cunts got knocked up, that was her fucking problem; he knew ways to take care of that shit.

Don’t worry baby it never happens your first time.

He didn’t care, he’d knock up enough sluts, most of the dumb cunts , some were smart enough to fix the fucking problem and the ones that didn’t weren’t his problem. Plus a few extra Bulls in the world probably was a good thing, there would be a lot less bullshit. So as the small thing beneath him protested, he continued without missing a stroke fucking her. Bulls bloated balls tightened up, his muscles stiffened, and as he made a guttural groan. He arched his back, driving his cock deep, the piss hole of his dick opening at it belched forth his sticky viscous seed deep into her once virgin pussy. Each blasting shot of his virile seed painted the inside of her cunt.

Rachel shook her head in protest at Bull’s words but there was little she could do to stop him. She felt his body suddenly tense, hips driving forward one final time as his cock emptied itself in several quick spurts. He made no attempt to pull out and she could feel him filling her up with his thick seed. The feeling of helplessness and humiliation intensified, and she tried not to think what might happen if she actually did get pregnant from this man. When at last Bull finally did slide his length free, a few tendrils of cum followed him, running down her pussy and onto the sheets.

As the distraction and sensation of the moment passed, she found the room slowly coming back into focus. The bed was a total mess with dark wet stains left in several spots from their fucking, the covers bunched and wadded up. Her pants and underwear were still gathered around her ankles, but her bra was gone and the remnants of the T-shirt Bull had down torn off her earlier was draped over the edge. She tried to use it to clean herself up a little, thoroughly ashamed at how she'd reacted and only wishing to get this moment behind her now. Any thoughts of calling the police or anyone else were long gone. She just hoped he would leave without wanting her to do anything more for him.

Rachel was still catching her breath as she stared up at Bull, waiting for him climb off and get dressed again. She wondered if he was going to say anything, threaten her not to tell anyone, or maybe he didn't even care. He hadn't shown any fear of her or anything she might do since this had started. After the way she'd climaxed, she'd be too ashamed to talk about it anyways. Rachel just wanted it to end. "I'm not…I'm not going to say anything to anybody. You can just go, okay?"

Bull left his fat cock in her, just because he like the feeling of it nestled in her cunt. Finally as he withdrew, a slurry of sexual slime exited with it, increasing the wetness and stain on her bed. The young thing seemed to come around, she reached for some of her discarded clothing, using it to clean some of the mess that had been made. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven as she looked up and told him she wouldn’t say anything, and requested that he leave. Bull smiled, for most girls had guilt trips when they enjoyed something they weren’t supposed to. He rolled off and to the side of her, his body parallel to hers, his hand still on her chest as they talked.

What’s the problem, you in a rush or something?

The big hand slid across the front of her body, while he lay on his side, the spent snake between his legs all gooey and wet.

Seemed to me you were having a lot of fun.

Bull’s big hand continued to move over her body, running down it and up it as his huge frame barely fit on her small bed, leaving her little room to move, or to get out of the wetness spot in her sheets. Part of his body touched her as he seemed not at all inclined to move or leave just yet. Then with a almost sick twisted humor, he decided to have fun with her.

You just use me, and now that you’re done you throw me out?

Rachel felt the springs of the bed compress as Bull's heavy bulk dropped down, practically filling it. The bed was not very large and the mattress itself quite old. Her mother wasn't about to spend much money on things like that and with two girls needing to fit in the same small room, there hadn't been much option for anything bigger anyways. With the way he was laying, his left leg and shoulder were left rubbing against her own, leaving her little room to shift or even move out from the damp spot she was resting on.

She felt dirty and wanted to get up but his hand remained in place, casually exploring her body, and Rachel had a feeling he would only push her back down if she tried to stand. Her eyes were red and itchy from crying, and she felt more tears coming on at the realization that he wasn't just going to leave like she'd hoped. Now she began to worry he was merely catching his breath and planned to mount her again once he was rested. It felt like hours had passed since he'd first stalked her up the hallway but a glance at her alarm clock told her that had only been in here a little over fifty minutes.

"No," Rachel whined in a voice full of defeat and exhaustion, unable to appreciate his sense of humor about the situation. "I mean… I wasn't having fun.… You made me!" Her protest sounded a little too insistent, as though she was trying to make herself believe that, without much success. "Anyways, you got what you wanted, didn't you? What else do want me from me…?"

Bull lay on the small bed next to her, his hand still caressing her as she began a litany of denials, explaining her dislike of everything. He did nothing but smile, for the spent snake that hung between his legs, was coated in the truth.

Really? So what I made you do it? Doesn’t matter who made who do what, all that matters is you liked it, you enjoyed it, and now you know how good it is.

The hand runs over her nether regions and between her legs, touching and playing with her slickness. Bull seems neither embarrassed nor repentant for what he was doing or had done. The girl asking if he got what he wanted and if he wanted anything else. The large man smiles his finger more deeply delving between her legs, as he answers back.

You say it like you don’t want it. What do I want, I want you of course? You’re a hot little slut, little more practice an you’ll be one hot fuck. You're just a natural.

His eyes never left her as his fingers played with her oozing slickness. The confident arrogance oozed from him, as he continued to play with her in a very sexual manner. It was clear that Bull didn't look at her like some little girl, for his every action treated in the exact opposite manner. He lay on her bed like he owned it, and her, simply doing whatever he wanted, without a worry in the world.

Rachel made no effort to resist Bull as he toyed with her body, his fingers teasing the slick folds of the pussy he'd so recently filled. She felt spent and in more ways the one. She'd accepted that he was in charge here and had been since he walked through the door. There was no way she could make him go or do much of anything. She felt he was partially right too. He'd made her strip off her clothes and suck his dick, but he hadn't made her cum. In her mind she'd done that on her own. Part of her had liked the feel of him inside her and recognized it was better than anything she'd ever experienced with any of the boys from her school.

The way he kept insisting she was hot made her feel strange too. Rachel didn't want his praise but it didn't make her feel bad exactly either. She was ashamed, but at the same time it made her feel a little bit sexy, a little bit more adult. Bull honestly seemed to mean it and the experience was not as brutal and awful as she'd thought it would be, not really. Most of it felt good.

"Okay," she said quietly, although what she meant by that wasn't entirely clear. Rachel closed her eyes and bit her pouty lower lip as he plunged back down in her slit, causing a slight twinge. She didn't want to do it gain so soon though. Not right now at least. "Can I take a shower? I won't try to run off or anything…" She didn't like asking him for permission but it seemed like the only way she was ever going to be allowed off this bed. He was in control now.

The sexy young thing never denied what he said, and didn’t push his hand away as they talked. Bull knew this girl was vulnerable, living with a drug addicted mother, in this hovel of a place, probably never had anything nice or anyone that care about her. Just the kind of girl he liked to prey upon. Even now the idea that had been lingering in the back of his mind began to come forward. All this little girl needed was a very special friend, one that would take care of her, Bull continued to smile as he thought what he could do with her.

I know you aren’t going to run off. Let’s take a shower together; I’m as messy as you.

Almost like a gentleman, Bull rose up from the bed, and stood, his hand reaching out to take hers. The bed creaked as he moved, his hand so large compared to her as he offered it. For once there wasn’t a violence or even anger about what he did; he was being kind towards her. Though for Bull this was all a calculated effort, for sometimes a little niceness went a long way, because beating shit out of the bitches, didn’t make for the best whores. The best ones were the ones that did it for him, because they wanted to. Yeah, some of them may be dependent on him in more ways than one, but it still helped if they wanted to be with him.

Come on sexy, let’s get cleaned up.

In front of her stood the huge naked man, his broad hairy chest littered with tattoos, his thick arms bulging, and between his legs dangled his cock bloodied by her virginity.

Rachel looked up at Bull with hesitancy and caution in her eyes but she was exhausted and tired of trying to fight him. Nothing she'd done so far had mattered in the least and he had stopped being cruel after those first few minutes. She didn't want to go back to that. Some stupid part of her was even starting to feel that he actually liked her. Rachel hated to think that way because she wanted to despise him, but he'd made sure she enjoyed what they did and kept giving her compliments. Now he was offering to help her up from the bed.

Reluctantly, she accepted his hand, and kicked off her shorts and panties so that she could stand. Standing next to Bull, her lithe naked body looked small and delicate compared to his broad muscular form. This was the first nude man she'd ever seen outside of pictures and films. Rachel had thought him a disgusting pig when she first saw him but really that wasn't true. He was in great shape and, if not exactly handsome, he at least looked like how a man was supposed to look, tall, strong, and supremely confident. She knew he probably had a lot of interested women but he was still fascinated with her for some reason.

"It's the across the hall," she said in a quiet voice, leading him out the bedroom, giving Bull a nice view of her firm round behind swaying as she walked. The bathroom was small and dingy like the rest of the house. The only time it was ever cleaned was when Rachel did so, and that was far from her favorite thing. Most of the time she tried not to be here. Anywhere was better than hanging around this place with her bitchy spaced out mother. Turning the handles, Rachel let the water heat up and then stepped under the shower head, the jets splashing over her face, and cascading down her pale shoulders and breasts. As the remnants of their sin was washed away, she at last began to feel a little normal again.

Bull followed the sexy young thing as her tight ass sashayed its way to the bathroom, pleased and bit surprised when she took off her shorts and panties. That sexy little bubble butt was screaming to him, and the thought of fucking it was almost impossible to ignore, but he’d wait on that, a little sacrifice now he figured would pay off many times later. He’d been to this place several times, and it looked just as bad here as it did in the front room. Not that he cared, all he cared about was the hot little number that slipped into the shower before him. Her little nubile body, was so young, so tight, and so hot, she was almost a full grown women, and yet she wasn’t. Just the kind of girl that men dreamed of fucking, and would pay big money to live out that fantasy with. So Bull followed not in the least embarrassed or worried that he was in someone’s house, having just fucked their underaged daughter, and was about to take a shower with her. He followed her right into the shower.

Here, let me help you.

Bull said as he took up the soap in his hands, lathering them up, then applying them to her body. His large hands coursing over her body, exploring it as he help clean her. There was no rush to grope or fondle her, and yet, neither did he avoid it, as he took time to enjoy her young body, fully exposed to him for the first time. Reaching around her, he continued his efforts, enjoying the feeling of her firm flawless skin as it slid beneath his fingers.

You’re a beautiful young woman, you don’t deserve being here. You deserve so much better. Don’t you want to get out of here?

Bull’s body presses against her as he cleans her, his arms gently embracing and enveloping her as he rubs and caresses her body with his soapy hands.

Rachel glanced back over her shoulder as Bull followed her into the shower, the expression in her eyes a mingling of shyness and curiosity. Her reflex reaction was to cover her breasts with her arms but the silliness of that quickly dawned on her. He'd seen everything she had to show already and taken everything he could take, at least in her mind, perfectly unaware of the way he'd been sizing up her ass moments ago.

When he soaped up his hands and began to lather her body, she closed her eyes, almost enjoying the feeling of his huge palms as they caressed her wet body. Rachel felt him cupping her breasts, fingers moving gently around the tips then up her chest and over her back, down the smooth expanse between her thin shoulder blades. Her mouth opened just slightly as they moved between her thighs, no longer really feeling the need to keep up the pretense that she hated everything he'd done and was doing. It had been frightening and embarrassing at first but it had mostly felt good as this felt good.

"I don't have anywhere else to go," Rachel answered quietly and truthfully as she spun around in his arms so that she was facing him. Her firm young breasts pressed his chest as she looked up at his eyes, the water now cascading over her head and shoulders. The only people the young woman really had in her life were her mother and sister. Her father had no room for her at his place, which wasn't even his really, but the woman he was staying with currently. She was mostly alone. "I wish I did…I really do hate it here…"

She made no move to escape as his hand caressed her, while the warm water flowed over their bodies. The young thing looked so small and delicate, as she turned to face him and tell him that she had no place to go. What amazed him was she turned to face him, her young body and her perky mounds pressing into his chest. Bull’s large and powerful arms wrapped around her and pulled her, his manhood against her belly as he listened and answered her concern.

Oh Sexy! You don’t have to put up with her bullshit anymore. You take care of me, and I’ll take care of you. You’re growing up, you don’t need her anymore.

Bull knew girls her age, wanted to feel grown up, feel they were adults, even if no one else thought it. They were tired of being treated like they were a kid or second class citizen. Plus what girl didn’t want the attention of a man, or even father figure. There was no way to tell exactly what motivated this young girl, but Bull had no problem trying to figure it out and using it to his advantage. While he talked his hands continued to massage and clean her back and bottom. Even now he was thinking how nice it would be to drive his cock into her little tight ass, his hands rubbing and groping those firm mounds of her backside. Nestled between them, his cock wasn’t hard, but neither was it entirely soft, as he thought about what he was going to do to her, and how much he was going to make.

If you’re with me, she sure can’t use you to get her drugs can she. If you really want to know I don't think she care at all about you, and is probably I wanted you and not her.

Rachel stared up at Bull as he locked her in his strong embrace, his wet muscular body pressing against her soft young curves. She could feel his half-erect length pushing warmly against her stomach while his big hands worked their way down her back and behind. He still spoke like he was on her side which was hard to understand. He'd bought her for a handful of drug baggies, forced her, or at least would have forced her if she hadn't cooperated or had acted like it. He hadn't let her feel she had much choice anyways.

It was mostly her mother's fault though, that Rachel did believe, and was even somewhat gratified to hear that Bull was equally disgusted by her. She wasn't any kind of mother and this wasn't any kind of life. She always broke, never had any fun, and couldn't see any kind of real future for herself. She did okay in school but it's not like college was a possibility or anything.

"What do you mean by that?" Rachel asked cautiously. "When you say you'll take care of me?" A thought crossed her mind suddenly and on impulse she took some of the soap into her own hands and started to lather up Bull's chest as he'd done with her, slowly at first, watching him for a reaction. She couldn't really understand what he wanted her for exactly. To sell drugs or something? Surely, he could find other better people for that and she was still ignorant of his other ‘business’. Was he really just that interested in her? Eventually her gentle hands moved down to his cock, caressing it lightly. "How would I be with you…?"

As they talked the sexy young thing began to work his chest, her small delicate hands trailing over his broad muscled front. Bull held her, his large hands cupping her ass cheeks as she worked her way down his chest and abdomen, till she had his manhood in her hands, and was gently caressing it. He was pretty sure she was the type of girl that would never mourn the loss of her virginity. Like a duck to water, this one a natural as her small soapy hands worked his length.

I’ll take you in, you can stay with me.

The big hands kneed the firm flesh of her ass, caressing and massaging them as he talked. There was no need to be overly aggressive, the girl already had his cock in her hands, and was naked in the shower with him. All he needed to do was continue to draw her in.

We could even go shopping, get you some nice things, especially as you’re growing up now. I bet you don’t have anything for going to a club, or out on the town. I bet you’d look hot in something sexy.

Bull wanted to sell it, but not so hard she took off. Every girl he knew, loved new clothes and such, it wasn’t hard to get them to start thinking they owed him. But for now he would play it cool, take his time and get her interested, then chase her off. Maybe he should have felt guilty, but he didn’t, it was just business. Just pay attention to them, make them feel special, surprisingly it was much easier than people would have guessed. So many young girls, just desperate to feel they were loved and wanted. In fact most of the girls, knew at some point what was going on, and they still went along with it.

Rachel looked down, away from Bull's eyes, as he told she could stay with him. She examined the cock she was holding now, her fingers lightly stroking the smooth wet skin. She didn't really know what to think. So much had happened within just a few hours. She was smart enough to know she shouldn't trust him. He was a drug dealer, after all. The fact he was being so nice to her all of sudden and expressing interest was confusing though. He didn't have to do that. He could have just left, having gotten what he wanted.

"You want to take me shopping," she said in a toneless voice. For a moment she felt angry again. He had forced her, traded her for a handful of drugs, and now he wanted to buy her some clothes? As if that would make up for it?

On the other, she reasoned, shouldn't she get something out of this? Rachel already knew that she wasn't going to turn him in or tell anyone. If he wanted to shower her with gifts why shouldn't she take them? She rarely ever had any money of her own. A part of her was already thinking about the things she was always admiring but could never afford. It would be kind of stupid to refuse if he was serious. Besides it wasn't really him she hated but her mother. He had mostly treated her alright.

"Okay," she heard herself answer. "If you're serious….I mean, you did tear up my shirt…"

Bull saw the twinkle in the young girl’s eyes as she inspected his cock, and asked about going shopping. The slab of fuck meat growing in her hand as she caresses it, his eyes inspecting her body as they talked and played. His large hands continuing to rub her ass and play with it as they discussed the future. It was always funny that something as simple as clothes could make the difference. Food might be the way to a man’s heart, but a shopping spree usually got you all the snatch you wanted.

I’m serious, we’ll have lots of fun. Won’t we?

Tilting his head down, he kisses the top of her head, slowly working his way to her mouth. One of the large hands, moves past her ass, and down between her legs as they play in the shower. Bull had no problem using her body for his pleasure and using it to his advantage. Plus he just enjoyed fucking the young ones, there was just something so arousing about it.

We’ll get you a new skirt and so much more. I bet you’ll dress up real sexy for me, won’t you?

Bull’s hand reaching past her ass, caressing her pussy as she talks.

Rachel shrugged when Bull said they'd have fun together. She wasn't sure of anything right now. She still felt conflicted, but somehow it felt okay to let him keep taking the lead. His big cock quickly started to lengthen as she continued to stroke it, her fingers curling around the thick base. When he kissed the top of her head, she looked up again, his lips drifting down to press against her own. She let her mouth open slightly to accept him. Her body shifted slightly as his huge hands moved along the tight wet curves of her firm behind and back between her legs. A quiet hiss of air escaped between her teeth as his fingers began to caress her sex.

"I don't know," she answered in mumbled tone. "I guess. Maybe…" Rachel had never really dressed up for anyone before or made any particular effort to look sexy as he called it. She didn't think she was too bad looking, but not like he was making out. She saw mostly flaws when she looked in the mirror. It made her feel funny how he kept talking, not bad, just different. None of the boys she'd known had ever been so straightforward and complimentary as Bull.

Rachel bit her soft lower lip as he continued to play with her body. His erection pressed up hard and warm against her stomach while her hands worked up and down his slick length. Glancing up him, she seemed to debate a moment, and then asked in a soft voice, "Do you want me to…? With my mouth again?" She blinked, dark lashes falling over her eyes before peering out to watch his reaction, as though still trying to figure him out and what he really wanted from her, what was really going on between them. "Only not so rough this time? I don't want to choke like before…"

The hand continued to work his member, never letting go as she answered him back, that she wasn’t sure or even answering in the total positive, didn’t matter, because she wasn’t saying no. Instead she was asking how he wanted her, and only asking if he wouldn’t be rough. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard, he was willing to go tender if that got her hooked. So he gently played with her, his hands rubbing and caressing her, as she offered her mouth.

Of course I want you! I’m turned on by you; you are a very sexy girl.

In his best attempt at a reassuring grin, he smiled at her. Letting this develop more naturally, for she was offering and that was a real change. So he took her up on her offer, and watched as she looked at him, then his cock.

Sure with your mouth Sexy, sounds great, we’ll take it slow. You just take your time and enjoy it.

Bull leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the little girl take the lead this time. The slab of cock meat hung past her hand, it length not full and not even hard, and it looked so big. A change was already coming over her, and it pleased Bull, for he knew the more she did, the better his chances were.


We’re in no rush, I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing, but be here with you.

Bull always enjoyed when one of his bitches serviced his dick, it just showed respect. Plus the thought of a hot young thing on her knees sucking on cock, was something that never got old. So he watched and waited, laughing inside for her mother sold her, and now she was doing it voluntarily.

The tip of Rachel's tongue parted her lips as she seemed to think for a moment. Bull's smile and words seemed almost gentle and encouraging. She'd been frightened of him almost more than anything in her short life just a little over an hour ago. Now she wasn't sure he was what she'd first thought. He sold drugs but that was true of a lot people in this neighborhood. He looked like a thug but…

But truthfully she found that a little bit exciting. Rachel didn't care so much that he might be a bad person so long as he wasn't that way with her. The fact he was still interested was kind of flattering. She had liked some of what they'd done earlier more than she wanted to admit. She was finding herself interested in Bull despite herself.

Carefully she lowered herself down onto the shower's wet floor, looking up at him from her knees as her hand continued to stroke his huge cock. Her pace became a little more aggressive then until he started to grow erect. Rachel was less shy this time about taking him into her mouth, lips stretching as they wrapped around his thick length, her warm pink tongue swirling around the swollen head. Soon her head was bobbing back and forth, faster and not so hesitant as before when she felt she was being forced, large brown eyes peering up at him curiously as she sucked his cock.

Rachel wasn't sure why she'd made the offer except maybe to show him that she was interested as well and to take some control back for herself. A small part of her also wanted to see if she could give him the same kind of pleasure orally that he'd given her earlier, if she was really a natural like he kept saying.