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Let's Make a Deal (vertigis & Tyr)

While Bull headed to the kitchen, Rachel took a moment to remove her faded jeans and socks, leaving just her white cotton panties. Tucking her legs up under herself, she studied her surroundings from her spot at the center of his bed. She was naturally curious about Bull now that she was staying here in his place and they were sort of together, at least for awhile. Maybe longer. It was better not make plans either way, she thought, although it was hard for her not to fantasize about simply moving in here permanently and leaving her ugly old house, and life, behind. It wouldn't even have to be for that long, just for a little over a year, then she'd be eighteen and could do whatever she wanted…

When he returned Rachel smiled, no longer hiding her breasts from him, and giggled faintly as he joked about the wine. It would be her first time trying anything more than a few sips of beer, really. For some reason the fact he didn’t seem to know a lot about it himself made her feel a little more comfortable. So far he seemed to be more experienced in just about everything. Somehow it was nice to see that he didn’t know everything, or feel that he had to pretend for her sake.

“It’s good,” she said, taking a careful sip and making a slight face at the initial taste. Rachel then drained it slowly but surely, not feeling any immediate effect and the flavor seeming to improve the more she drank. She let him top it off at one point, watching him over the rim of the glass while she took a long sip and then placed it down on the floor. Slowly licking her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, Rachel drew her hands up the length of her stomach and over her small firm breasts, caressing them lightly in what she hoped was a seductive poise while waiting for Bull to respond.

This time she didn’t have any doubts about what they were going to do. She knew she wanted him, and wanted to make him want her as well.
 
There the young thing sat perched on his bed, naked and smiling, a stark contrast from just earlier in the day when she’d protested his taking of her virginity. It was always funny to him, that all you need to do was know how to handle the bitches, when you needed to be nice and when you needed to teach them their fucking place. She looked young, innocent and yet will a little work she’d be a hot piece of ass, that he could make some serious money pimping out. Now though he needed to play it cool and ease her in, show her a good time, and make her think she owed him, and if necessary win her fucking heart.

So he watched as she sipped on her drink, draining it slowly. Bull drank his own glass as he moved onto the bed with her, sharing this implied romantic moment, bringing the bottle with him, filling her glass if needed and placing it on the night stand by the bed. The girl who’d never been with a man, was already learning her trade as she worked it, using her hands to strike a poise and entice his attention. Knowing young girls as he did, and for that matter any girl, he complimented her.

Damn girl! You’re hot; you sure know how to get a guy’s attention.

Bull’s eyes rake over her body, as one hand holds his glass and the other reaches out to caress her like a woman. Bull knew from past experience that you treat them like a mature woman, even though he knew they were young girls. Make they feel all grown up, because they wanted to be grown up, play to their needs and they would respond. The large hand caressing one of her tits as they casually sat on his bed.

How am I ever going to get anything done with a sexy thing like you around? I’ll just have to suffer, won’t I?

He caresses her tit as he talks, thinking about what he needed to do before he’d be ready to put her to work. Those things would have to wait till later, he had some young pussy to use and maybe later tonight some tight ass.
 
Rachel moved over to make space for Bull on the bed as he sat down and couldn’t quite hide her smile as he complimented her again. The things he said were no longer making her feel quite as awkward as they had earlier in the day. Maybe he really did think she was sexy as he kept saying it. Part of her, a growing or maybe just newly awakened part, wanted that to be true. Rachel now saw Bull quite differently than she had when he’d first appeared at the door. He was no longer scary but someone she found herself increasingly desiring and hoping to please, maybe even impress.

Her lips parted slightly as his big hand glided up her bare shoulder and stomach, softly caressing her body until finally reaching her left breast. “Mm,” she muttered as he began to work his fingers over the soft yielding flesh. The wine she’d just drunk was slowly starting to have its effect, further reducing her already lowered defenses. Reaching out, she began to run her own small hand over Bull’s chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. At his next comment a sudden little laugh bubbled up from somewhere inside Rachel and she pressed herself a little closer to him, suddenly feeling flushed and excited for what she knew was coming.

“Yes, you’ll just have to suffer,” she replied, leaning up to press her warm pink lips, still tasting of the wine, against his own before sitting back and fixing him with her soft brown eyes. Rachel wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed with Bull but wanted him to know that she wanted him as well. She could already feel herself starting to grow wet in preparation, and her fingers reached down to tease at the buttons of his pants, still watching him, not sure if this was right. She didn’t want him to think she was a slut or anything. It’s just that she was ready and with the wine and everything else… Rachel was growing impatient. She wanted to feel him in her again, this time without the confusion of her bedroom, this time entirely willing.
 
The young thing didn’t jerk away or try to flee from his touch as she first did when they met, no she moved to it, her muffled voice moaning her appreciation. Her own hand now matched his, and reached up not to push him away, but to touch him to feel him as she moved closer. She gone from a fleeing rape victim, to a willing companion. Bull would use the sex not only to reinforce the emotion and bond he was kindling in her, but to control her, for in the end a girl would relate the sex to her growing up, to her being with him. Bull knew this would prove to be the strongest method of controlling her, and of making her do exactly what he wanted. Looking at her with his experienced eyes, he could see the desire, see the way she moved trying to entice him, she was still timid an shy, but that too would go away in time, till she was the perfect little fuck slut.

Oh baby I can’t wait any longer, I have to have you.

What young woman, or a woman of any age, didn’t want to hear that. Bull was already beginning to remove his clothes, in preparation for what was to come. He’d fuck her regularly, as often as he could, till she was ready for customers, not only because it would distract her, make her feel desired and special, but so too he was just going to enjoy her hot young body.

Take those clothes off Sexy. Stand on the bed and do it real sexy like for me.
 
Rachel had smiled slightly when Bull announced he couldn’t wait any longer, and began to strip away his clothes. She was already feeling a little giddy from the wine, dulling her usual inhibitions, so that when he pulled his shirt off her small hands at once slid over his hard muscular chest. He’d looked so scary to her earlier that day but the last few hours had changed her perception somewhat. There was something very masculine and in control about Bull, and she was finding his confidence and experience increasingly attractive. The fact he had made her feel the way he had earlier, despite her efforts to resist to him, also contributed strongly to her new opinion of him. Rachel wanted to feel that way again, only this time she wanted to contribute, and not behave like such an inexperienced little girl, such a victim.

When he ordered her to stand up and strip, Rachel hesitated for a moment. She was already down to her panties so there really wasn’t much more to remove. It was the thought of performing for him that made her nervous though. She didn’t know anything about that sort of thing, just what she’d seen in movies, and those women were always a lot more beautiful and shapely than she was in her opinion. Rachel didn’t want to look silly in front of Bull. She didn’t want to refuse him either though.

Awkwardly standing up on the bed, she stood there in front of him for several long seconds, blushing lightly. Then she started to sway her hips, clumsily at first, until eventually finding a rhythm. She began to run her hands down her slender waist and up over her pert little breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as her nipples hardened faintly. Soon her fingers glided down to hook the waistband of her panties and Rachel turned around and bent over, so that as she was slowly revealing her thrust out behind to Bull as she worked them down. The poise had come to her suddenly, something she’d seen on television probably, and she finished with little wiggle of her firm bare ass as they fell to her ankles. Kicking them across the room playfully, Rachel then turned back around, still flushing as she grinned at him. “Was that good?”
 
Before the girl had been tentative, scared, and very reluctant, but this time it was different. She had that look in her eye, Bull knew she wanted it, and the more he kindled that fire in her, the better his long term chances were. Young ones like here weren’t experienced, and that played well into his plans, show them a world full of sex, drugs and they’d take it as normal, they were so adaptive, and usually so eager to please. Bull smiled as the young girl complied with his request, and moved onto the bed, doing her little seductive dance. It wasn’t the quality of the dance that mattered, it was her compliance with his request that did. Still he knew to reinforce her efforts, and to tie them to her sexuality for that was who she was and would be from now one with him around.

Oh that’s it baby, work it. Do it! Take it off for me. You’re my hot sexy little bitch!

Bulls words were complimentary, even the word bitch was said with affection, as he watched her and verbally encouraged the very adult behavior. If she was going to be a sexual object for him, she needed to learn it, and nothing better than her dancing like stripper to help.

I knew you were a little minx, just waiting to come out. Shake that tight sexy ass of yours, show me what you got girl!

Watching her bend over, not only sent blood to his cock, but put a smile on his face, for she was really trying to be as sexual as she could.

Fuck yeah! You did great baby!

Bull reaches out with his two big hands picking her up from where she stood on the bed, and drawing her towards him, her tiny body easily hoisted to his. Like a father would to his young daughter he drew her into his arms, holding her up the whole time, her feet coming no where near the floor, though the kiss he planted on her lips was very adult, as was reaction growing between his legs.
 
Rachel blushed and grinned at Bull’s steady stream of compliments. The fancy dinner, the unfamiliar wine, and his constant attentions were all combining together to leave her feeling almost giddy. It was a great difference from earlier that day. She’d been frightened then and, more than that, what her mother had done had left her with a sense of being helpless, worthless, and unloved. Bull was being so nice though. He’d been nice from the start it seemed like now. It was her mother who had treated her badly.

As he pulled her suddenly into his grasp, she let out a gasp, surprised again by his sheer strength. He held her there against his strong chest, at least a foot from the floor, as her arms wrapping tightly around his waist. She’d seen that he was growing aroused as a result of her performance and could feel his impressive hard length pressing against her even now. Rachel found that she didn’t mind though. Her thoughts were foggy anyways, but she knew she wanted him, badly, and was already starting to grow a little wet at the thought of him taking her here on the bed or against the wall or…she didn’t really care.

“Mmm,” Rachel whimpered as his lips pressed against her own. Tilting her head, she tried to return the kiss, trying to be an adult lover to the man rather than just some naivete stupid girl. Her mouth opened, letting him explore her with his tongue. Small fingertips scratched very lightly at his back and she breathing more heavily as she looked up into his eyes. “Tell me…tell me what you want me to do, Bull…” It’s what he’d done last time, only then she’d been reluctant, fighting against him. Now it was different. She wanted his instruction. She wanted to make him happy like he’d been making her so far, to show that she really could be as sexy as he'd been saying.
 
She hopped right on, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. There wasn’t any hesitation, she wanted to be there, and they both knew it. They shared a kiss, a lust filled kiss, that any two lovers would in the moment of passion, that he was twice her age was irrelevant. That she was underaged and still so innocent only added to Bull’s arousal for her. His tongue dancing with hers, as they explored each other’s mouths, the girls fingers digging into his back. Like teacher’s pet she only broke it to ask him what he wanted her to do. Bull smiled back, pleased with the progress she’d made so far, and how she was opening up emotionally, physically and sexually to him.

Hold on tight!

Bull said as he briefly let her suspect herself about his neck, as he reached down and brought his growing length up between her legs. He couldn’t see her face, but he had a bit smile on his as he moved it up, and nestled it right at the entrance of her tight little cunt. His hand working it, till he had the head of his cock lodged in her pussy, which stretched around his manhood in an effort to accommodate. She was holding up all of her own weight, and any loosing of her grip, would impale her further onto his rigid member. Bull held his cock with one hand as the other wrapped around her.

Just slide that tight pussy of yours down on it. Show me how much you like that cock in your little cunt of yours.

Still leaving her suspended, one hand holding his cock the other comes up and grabs her head so he can stare into her face and kiss her as small body got stuffed full of cock. All the little bitches were the same, once you showed the pleasure of fucking; they took to it like ducks to water. Once she was completely impaled on his length, he’d drop both hands down to her ass so he had something to hold onto while he fucked her.
 
Rachel locked her ankles behind Bull's back and kept her slender arms wrapped around his thick neck. She couldn't remember when she'd last had someone pick her up in this effortless sort of way. Maybe never, at least not with a man. She would have had to have been a child either way, and her father hadn't often been around growing up. Bull held as if she was weightless though, keeping her suspended above the bedroom floor as his lips pressed hard against her own, tongue probing the inner depths of her mouth. He seemed so strong, so in control, and she couldn't deny that she felt something stirring while engulfed within his powerful arms. Her pussy was already growing wet at the thought of him taking her again.

She pulled herself tighter into his hard chest, the soft tissue of her breasts flattening warmly against him, as Bull suddenly let go. A moment later she felt the thick bulb of his cock pressing against her moist slit. With her face pressed against his shoulder, Rachel couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but felt him slowly work it past her lips. Even the first few inches caused her to gasp, stretching her wide, the young girl have nearly forgotten his sheer size from earlier. He instructed her to slide herself down on top of him, but Rachel hesitated for a moment, suddenly a little unsure. There had been pain even earlier, despite the way he'd gotten her ready with his tongue, but then she'd also still been virgin. That already seemed like such a long time ago.

With a long shuddering breath, she loosened her arms, easing herself down until she felt thoroughly stuffed, her walls squeezing around his massive girth. She still hadn't taken him all but when Bull wrapped his big hand around her head and pulled her back to face him, kissing at her partially opened lips, Rachel slipped the rest of the way down. "Ahh!" she gasped sharply, eyes widening, as his full length filled every inch of her tight young pussy. His hands immediately shifted down, cupping her behind as he began to fuck her in that position. "Oh, God," Rachel moaned, her fingertips digging into the back of his powerful neck.
 
With the girls arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands on her firm ass cheeks, and her pussy fully filled with by his cock, he began to fuck her. Bull didn’t set her down, he just started to fuck her standing up, her tight cunt the perfect place to be. Like a pendulum he lifted her away from his body, then drove his cock back in, making it disappear into her small frame.

No baby, it isn’t God who is fucking you, it’s me. And I’m a lot fucking better!

Bull’s fingers dig into her ass as his muscled physique worked in unison to use her body. Being a skilled cocksman, he plunged his length into her tight snatch over and over again, enjoying every tight gripping inch of her cunt.

And just think till you get to heaven, this is about as close as you’ll ever get.

Moving his arms, he hooks her knees on his elbows and really starts to give it to her. Her small body easily moved as it’s filled with his large cock over and over again. Bull didn’t care that her pussy cream was coating his cock or drooling down between his legs as he fucked her. Slowly he turned around with her little body still impaled on his cock. Now he fucked her like a slut, a whore, a big grown up girl. Nothing childlike about the way he took his pleasure or gave her pleasure. Groans and grunts come from Bull as he feeds her pussy his cock over and over again. Finally his movements bring them to a wall, and he presses her back into it, as he continues his assault on her body.

I just knew it, you were going to be a great fuck! Some girls tell you they are, but you really are. And you like it don’t you baby? You like that cock in you don’t you? You’re going to be a good little cockslut for me aren’t you?

Bull kisses her deeply while his cock is buried in her to the hilt. Everything was about her seeing herself in a sexual manner, making her believe her personal worth was based on her ability to fuck and suck. Rewarding her when she did, punishing her when she didn't.
 
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Rachel moaned as Bull’s big cock plowed into her tight pussy, each fresh thrust driving another little groan from her lungs. She was so small compared to the muscled pimp that he was able to control her entire body, his big hands engulfing the small firm globes of her ass as he lifted her up and down on his throbbing length. There was pain and pleasure both for the inexperienced young girl, mashed together in an intense heady mix, as her near virgin cunt stretched to accommodate his shaft, sucking and contracting around his thick girth.

“Oh, God,” she repeated again as he hooked her knees and began to pummel her even harder. She squirmed as his cock probed parts of her never touched, bringing sharp pangs of sensation. Her fingers pressed into the hard firm flesh of his back, as she panted loudly, gasping when her backside was suddenly pressed against the wall. This allowed him to drive even harder into her little frame, rocking her back and forth with his thrusts. “Oh, God, oh, Bull,” she corrected, reverting to his name instead, “Bull…”

Their combined juices were dripping from between her swollen lips, sweat beading up on her smooth youthful skin. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered to his questions, not really hearing anything other than his strong voice asking if she liked his cock. Rachel could not deny that at this point. She loved the way he could make her feel. The experience was so new, and so very good, that she wondered how she had waited so long to enjoy it. Only it wouldn’t have been the same with any of the other boys she knew. It was Bull who made it good. Feeling first climax approach, Rachel bent into his kiss, her small tongue pushing against his own as they explored each other’s mouths.
 
The hot little thing called his name as she gave into the pleasure answering over and over again in the affirmative to his questions. Of course he answered back with his cock, plowing into her tightness over and over again, enjoying the feeling of her little body on his dick. When the little girl came on his cock, he grinned for there was a lot of ways to get a girl hooked: drugs, love and just plain old sex. He didn’t care what it was or what it took, though he did prefer the latter for obvious reasons. If he had to addict them to drugs or even cock, he’d do it, for the result was all that mattered.

Cum on my cock baby!

Bull said as he felt her climax on his cock. Kissing her, never letting her little body down as allowed her enjoy the moment, though he wasn’t done, once wasn’t enough, she needed to cum more. Why, because the more she came, the more she’d want to cum, the more she’d want to fuck. So he kissed her, softly nibbling on her lips as his tongue explored her mouth, his arms held her up splayed and impaled on his length. At first his cock stayed idle, just lounging in the warm embrace of her pussy, but as his kiss intensified, he slowly resumed his fucking of her.

I think you need to cum again baby, don’t you?

Bull kept it jovial, upbeat, letting her think he was really into her, well he was into her, like into fucking her pussy, the rest of the shit was easy, he loved every one of his whores that made him money, what wasn’t to love? Money and young pussy the two best things life had to offer.

Oh fuck baby, I think my cock is in love. You sure know how to treat a guy right. I love a girl that wants to please her man.

Again Bull related sex as a way of keeping him happy, reinforcing it, while giving her pleasure, so happiness, intimacy and such are all intermingled with fucking. A girl like her would latch right onto him, she’d been ignored by her druggy mother, desperate for attention and love, and now she was getting it, everything she needed and wanted, only it came with her being a woman, a very sexually woman.

You keep me this happy and you can stay as long as you want. And I promise to keep you safe Sexy, and take care of you. We're going to be a team now.
 
“Ahhh! Yes! yes, yes,” Rachel had moaned as the waves of her first orgasm flowed through her body, leaving her panting at the end of Bull’s big cock. Her small frame bounced up and down on his fat length, the walls of her pussy squeezing and contracting around him as raw sexual pleasure took over. Her fingers tips left pink trails across his broad shoulders where she clung to him, enjoying it, soaking the experience in.

As the aftershocks subsided, Rachel hung there, pressed between the hard plane of Bull’s muscular chest and the wall as he kissed her appreciatively, teasing her soft pink lips with little nips of his teeth. Between the wine she’d drank and the hard thorough fuck just now, she was left feeling light-headed and slightly giddy. Happy, she thought hazily. This was what happiness must feel like, Rachel decided, curled up in her man’s arms, a man who thought she was sexy and beautiful and knew how to make her feel so good, how to treat her well, like a person instead of just an unwanted extra mouth to feed.

Amazingly he still hadn’t cum himself and his hard length slowly began to pump into her moist slit again, building up a steady rhythm as his thick girth rubbed against the most sensitive parts of her pussy. Rachel wasn’t sure she could cum again so soon, she never had when relying on her own attentions, but again Bull seemed to know her body better than herself. Soon she was panting even louder than before as her cunt began to ache warmly from his steady fucking, slowly but surely bringing her towards a second, perhaps even stronger climax.

“Oh, fuck,” she said breathily, clinging to him, surprised to find tears welling up in her eyes as he told her that she knew how to treat him right, that he wanted to keep her safe and here with him, for long as she liked. “I…” I want to stay forever is what her heart had wanted to say. Forever in this room with him in this moment, the most desired that she’d ever felt in her short mostly miserable life. “A team…” she whispered back to him as his cock plunged back into her depths, her small body rocking slightly to the motion of her hips.
 
The young girl was getting into it as she clung to him moaning and groaning with each stroke of his cock up and into her. After she’d cum the first time, she hung on and nestled into him, as her body went through its orgasm, he could tell she was a little surprised when he went back to fucking her, but that was okay, because soon the slut was riding his cock like a natural little whore. She was grinding her hips down on his cock, meeting his thrust with her tight little cunt. Bull knew the more he fucked her, the more she would let go, the less she’d see this joining as anything but normal and natural.

Fuck that cock baby! That’s it!

He would verbally reward, compliment her every time she fucked, making sure she associated her self-worth and value as directly related to fucking. Many of his bitches would fuck him before and after whoring, because that’s when he gave them the affection they so needed. Bull knew this girl was young and impressionable and thus if handled right easily manipulated.

Oh damn you are hot little slut! Oh my god you are a good fuck! Ride that fucking cock bitch.

The words Bull used were vulgar and crude, and yet each held affection as he said them about her,even passionately kissing her afterwards. The more he used them the more she would look for such things to be happy.

You’re going to make me cum. You want me to fucking cum don’t you? But you’re going to come for me too aren’t you?

He continued to encourage her less than childlike behavior. The reason he verbally engaged her and tried to elicit responses was to reinforce what was going on, making her not a passive partner but an active one. The more vulgar and crude the quicker he'd make her into one of his whores.

You love that fucking cock!

Bull pounded her, shoving his massive piece of dick meat into her. His muscled arms lifting her and then dropping her down on his hardness. He loved the feel of not only her tight pussy, but her naked little body pressing against him as he filled her with member.

Ready baby? I’m almost there. Oh shit!

Bull growled as his cock began to spew its seed.
 
Rachel’s cheeks reddened a little as Bull called her a 'hot slut' and a 'bitch' while he pumped his big cock into her wet pussy. There was nothing nasty or hateful about the way he said them though. He was obviously enjoying the moment and so was she, and there was no reason to let that ruin things. She'd heard those words all her life after all, and even though she would have been annoyed if one of her male friends from school had called her such a thing, Bull was different. It almost seemed okay coming from him. Bull was different in a lot of ways, after all.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," she moaned as he continued to bounce her up and down on his thick length, physically lifting her up with his muscular to drop her back down on his rigid shaft. Her soft young breasts were pressed almost flat against him, the hard little nipples brushing past his face each time he lifted her hips and deposited her back down. Rachel could feel him twitching inside her cunt and clung even more tightly around his neck as he began to shoot his load in several warm spurts. Only a few hours ago she had begged him not to do this very thing, terrified that he might get her pregnant. After the wine and the intense climax she'd just experienced, Rache wasn't even thinking about such things right now, but merely basking in the pleasure of Bull's attentions.

When they were finished and he dropped her back down on the bed, his seed dripping from her stretched hole and down her pale thighs, Rachel spread her arms out to her sides, panting shallowly as she looked up at him. She had a small smile spread across her flushed face and her brown eyes were a little glassy, looking distant and exhausted and maybe slightly drunk. "Bull, I…" Her words trailed off though. She couldn’t say that. That would be stupid, and may even upset him so soon. They'd only just met, after all, and she couldn't really know how she felt. "…I'm…I'm so glad you brought me back here and everything. I'm sorry I acted so stupid earlier in my room and all that. I just didn't know…I thought you were…" She shook her head, her soft brown hair spreading out onto the sheets. "Are we still going shopping tomorrow? I mean…all I have is the shirt and pants I wore here…I don't want to go back home to get anything else.” I don’t want to go back there, ever.
 
Her hard nipple poked into his chest as she held on tight, his cock filling her little cunt with cream. Not a protest or complaint from her, instead satisfactory moans and groans. Bull loved fucking his bitches without a rubber, it was his right since he owned them, and if by chance they got pregnant well there were pills for that shit, and if that didn’t work he knew a clinic or two that would take care of the problem. With her still captured in his arms and impaled on his cock he gave her a kiss, before he let her down, his spent length slipping from her to hang between his legs coated in their mutual lust. He couldn’t help but smile as she reclined on the bed before him, her little pussy oozing his seed as the euphoria of orgasm still linger. Bull listens as she tried to put her words together, attempting to express her feelings and apologizing for her prior protests. At that moment Bull knew he was winning as she continued to explain herself.

Oh baby don’t worry about it, I’m thick skin, in the end it all worked out didn’t it?

Bull moved to kiss her knowing she needed the emotional support shit. Win their hearts and you owned their cunts it was that easy. Still he liked his girls, and he did protect them, care for them, even if he sold their bodies.

We will go shopping and get you a lot of pretty things to wear.

Bull joined her on the bed running his large hand over her body gently caressing her, letting her enjoy the moment. There was no need to rush her; she was already making serious progress, and the more willing she was the easier it would be.

You don’t have to go home, you’re with me now.

Good she didn’t want to go home. Every tie that she had to friends or family that he could cut was for the better. She needed to look and turn to him for everything; it helped keep the bitches in line. They were in trouble they called on him, they needed something they called on him, the more dependent the better.

You look great, but Kelly is about your size, so we can borrow something from her for you to wear tonight. And if she complains I’ll just get her something new to replace them so come on!

Bull said in an upbeat manner. Already stepping from the bed, and tugging on her hand, to guide her to another girl’s room. Both of them were naked and it didn’t matter to Bull, as he pulled her along to one of his whore’s room. Of course her choices for clothing would be somewhat limited as Kelly was one of his bitches, and most of her clothes were work clothes. Not that a girl going to a club dressed much different. Bull opened the closet and pointed to a dresser for her to look in, as he sat down on the bed to watch and help.

Let’s dress you up real sexy, that way you’ll look just as old as the all the other girls at the club.

Plus what girl didn’t want to dress up and look hot he thought.
 
Rachel had smiled as Bull bent down to softly kiss her lips again before joining her on the bed, his big frame causing the mattress to sink under the them. He repeated his promise to take her shopping tomorrow and that made her feel good. That was a little stupid she felt, but at the same time, not really. She wanted to know she could trust him and that he meant the things he said. Plus the thought of going through the mall with Bull by her side and knowing she could do more than just look in envy for a change was also thrilling. There was nothing wrong with that either. Girls her age were supposed to enjoy such things, she told herself, and Bull had a lot of money clearly and why shouldn’t he spend some of it on her if he liked her even half as much as she claimed.

She turned her head, watching him as he ran his hand up her smooth thigh and over belly to caress her soft breasts. Rachel yawned and stretch, like a cat uncoiling itself, feeling warm and satisfied and good for a change. She liked the wine. She liked the bedroom. She liked the sex. And she liked Bull best of all because he was the source of everything. Even if he made her go home tomorrow, she would remember this as a good experience, she decided. She really hoped he didn’t though and that he was telling the truth about her being with him for good now, here, in this place. Rachel felt she could stay here for a long time and not be at all unhappy.

She felt more than a little uncertain though when he dragged her into one of the girls’ rooms. For one she didn’t really like being reminded there were others who lived here with him. That wasn’t normal. He hadn’t said they were his girlfriends, in fact he said he didn’t have a girlfriend, but she still wasn’t so sure. Rachel didn’t like the idea of being just one of his many lovers, although she knew she didn’t have any real claim on him. He hadn’t lied to her about anything or said she was the love of his life or anything. Still…

“I don’t know, Bull, are you sure she won’t care?” Rachel said, hesitating in the doorway but ultimately unable to fight off her curiosity. She peeked into the closet and found it stuffed full of clothes, jackets and skirts and dresses, most of them quite short and very tight. Some of them seemed more than a little slutty in her opinion and she wasn’t at all used to dressing that way. There were some jeans though and normal tops, most of them cut to expose the wearer’s midriff. She thought about going with that but the others kept drawing her attention back to them. She did wonder how she’d looked dressed in some of these things, slowly sorting through the dresser and pushing the hangers to reveal each piece. Too short or not, some of them were really quite pretty and sexy and…

“What do you think?” she asked as the last of her hesitancy melted away, holding up a short red cocktail dress to her chest followed by a pair of ultra tight black latex pants and a shiny silver halter. “Which do you think is hotter?” Rachel found she really did want to know. She wanted to learn what Bull found sexy on a woman.
 
There she stood peeking into Kelly’s bedroom a look of innocence and nervousness mixed together, and yet it was offset by her naked body still shining from the hard fucking he’d just given her. Her eyes like large saucers stared at him wanting to make sure this was okay. Finally though he convinced her or her curiosity just was too much, and she came into the room and started to look around. There he sat naked on the bed watching her as she started to investigate possible options for tonight, Bull was proud of his physique and made no efforts to cover up as he hoped she enjoyed the view as much as he enjoyed viewing her. That was something else he worked on, because a whore had to be comfortable naked, for if she was successful, she was going to be that way a fair chunk of her day. So he always found reason to keep his new bitches naked or nearly so as much as possible, and to be naked around them. Plus what little bitch didn’t like to play dress up, and this one was soon bouncing about, looking at her choices. It wasn’t long till she proudly presented something for his opinion.

I think you’d look great in either, but especially in that hot little red number your holding up there. Why don’t you put that on and give me a little show.

Bull leaned back to watch his newest little whore in training, giving her compliments, and encouraging her to be more sexual in both appearance and attitude. He kept it upbeat and positive as he relaxed there.

Oh you’re going to look so hot in that.

He even reached down and rubbed his cock as she got dressed up for him.

Oh don’t wear a bra, you don’t need one, you have perfect titties, every girl going to be jealous of them.

He made her the center of his attention. Letting her see how much he appreciate her efforts.

Now turn around for me, show it off baby, bend over let me see that hot little tight ass of yours. Now that’s what I’m talking about.

Bull reaches out to touch and grouped her as she does the show for him. He did it not only because he liked to touch his bitches, but they needed to get used to it, they couldn’t be freaked out about invasion of person space, it was something that was going to happen to them all the time.

Close the door, there is a mirror there behind it, check yourself out, you’re so hot. Shit if I hadn't just fucked you, I'd fuck you again right now.

He continued to stroke his cock, just for the hell of it.
 
Rachel held up the red dress as Bull picked it out and pressed the fabric up against her naked body. It was very short, she noticed, with an extremely low neckline, making for hardly any clothe at all. She’d never dressed in anything even remotely as revealing. It was only for Bull though. It was not she was going to be leaving the house this way. Smiling at his compliment while simultaneously wondering what Kelly might look like and if he’d seen her in it as well, Rachel stepped into the dress and wriggled into it until shrugging the straps over her thin shoulders.

It did not fit badly only it was so short. Rachel tugged at the hem but even standing she could feel the bottom inch or so of her ass hanging out. If she bent over, she’d be almost completely exposed. “I guess it doesn’t fit,” she said, readjusting her bare breasts as Bull had instructed to go without a bra. With the low neck, more of them were visible than covered, and in the end she felt like she was wearing the suggestion of a dress rather than an actual piece of clothing. Bull didn’t seem to mind though.

She spun around as he suggested, holding out her hands to give him a good look. Bending at the waist, she grabbed her knees, glancing over her shoulder, her hair falling loosely over her face as she watched his reaction. Rachel knew he’d be getting a good look at her behind and everything else in this position. She let out a little gasp as his hands reached out to caress her behind and give her a firm squeeze, but didn't really mind, liking his touch. Finally, he sent her to a mirror and she had to admit she was curious. Examining herself in the back of the door, she smoothed down the shiny material, posing nervously at first and then with greater enthusiasm.

Did she look hot? The dress seemed rather slutty to Rachel but was this what hot looked like to men? She glanced to Bull, liking the fact that he seemed to enjoy it, judging by the way he was stroking his cock, already half erect again. “You really think so? What should we do next then?” Rachel probably could have spent the rest of the night sorting through Kelly’s things but didn’t want to bore Bull by lingering too long. She was in fact quite tired after such a long and unusual day. She didn’t want to be the first to call it a night though. This might be her last chance to enjoy this place. There was always possibility he would change his mind tomorrow and take her home…
 
With a little effort the young thing slipped into the tight red dress. There was something about a women and a dress just a little too small that was ever so appealing. What would happen if women started to wear things that were actually comfortable to wear, Bull almost wanted to start to laugh, because that wasn’t going to happen. They always wore the things that showed off their bodies and pleased the men whose attention they sought, it was just the way the world worked, and he wasn’t going to complain about it for a moment. The girl was soon in the dress, her little nubile body filling it out nicely, before she went about spinning and twirling for his pleasure. There was still that childlike innocence she projected, even though her body was exuding something quite different. It was a start, she still had a long way to go, but he was pleased with the results so far.

Of course I think you look hot. Let’s put a pair of shoes on you, no outfit looks done without the correct shoes, isn’t that right?

Bull points over to the closet where of course Kelly one of his other bitches had a fucking wall of shoes. What the cunts saw in that many shoes he would never know, but they seemed happiest the more of them they got, like some fucking status symbol. They’d ride dick with glee, just so they could go shoe shopping, just one of those mysteries of universe. One that he didn’t understand, but knew how to use to his advantage. Like food was the way to a man’s heart, almost nothing got pussy more wet than fucking cloths. And if people thought cloths made the man than they didn’t know shit about women.

Let’s get some of those sexy shoes on, and I’ll take you out to celebrate your leaving home. We’ll just go out and party the night away, me and my girl.

Bull smiles as he continues to encourage her new behavior, her new life. His hand still just stroking his cock, as if he was doing nothing special, while of course ignoring the fact that her age made this entire situation highly illegal.
 
Rachel was pleased with Bull’s enthusiastic reaction, which in turn made her feel a little self-conscious about the dress. Despite being way too short and terribly tight around her chest, it was probably the most feminine, even glamorous, thing she’d ever worn. She took a moment longer studying her reflection in the mirror, examining the way it clung to her hips and showed off her cleavage. It was the sort of thing only a young and attractive woman could wear -- a woman, not a teenager. She would have been sent home from school imeediately if she’d ever stepped foot through the doors dressed this way. It was meant to show the wearer's body off. Sexy as it Bull it.

She was starting to feel it too. The wine didn’t hurt of course but Bull’s constant insistence that she was incredibly hot was having an effect. Rachel looked in the mirror and ran her fingers up through her hair, seeing it almost, for the first time. Maybe she really was sexy. Maybe she’d just never had a chance to realize it before living the way she’d had to live. Maybe her mother had been holding her back more ways than one. Maybe if she just had the right clothes, the right look, she was far more attractive than she’d ever realized.

Smiling to herself, Rachel padded over to the wall of shoes, the dress riding up her legs as she looked them over. There were some tennis shoes and flip-flops like she normally wore at home but mostly there were rows and rows of heels and sandals and boots of various cuts and styles. Hot shoes, sexy shoes, cool shoes. She ran her fingers over a pair of knee high leather boots, just like she’d always dreamed of owning. She had to try them on and even though they didn’t match the dress very well, Rachel loved them and told herself that if Bull let her she’d pick out a pair exactly like them for herself tomorrow. Eventually she worked her way through a dozen different shoes before finally settling on a pair of strappy three inch black open-toed heels. She liked how they looked with the dress, although she was a little nervous about walking around in heels, and when Bull mentioned going out her heart skipped a beat.

“You want to go out?” Rachel repeated, uncertainly. “With me dressed like this?” She glanced down again at the tiny red dress, the heels serving to emphasize her shapely calves and behind, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. No one had ever seen her in such a revealing outfit, except for Bull. She wasn’t sure she could actually go through with it, yet she also didn’t want to disappoint him. She hated to keep coming off as so naivete and inexperienced. “Okay,” she answered after a moment, turning back to the closet to check out Kelly’s impressive collection of handbags so he couldn't see the doubt in her eyes. “That sounds fun. You should get dressed while I finish up in the bathroom and then we’ll go.”

Her heart hammered at her chest but she told herself she was ready. She’d be safe with Bull. Everything would be fine so long as Bull was around. Hadn't it been so far?
 
The young thing did like every girl did; she preened and pranced in her new outfit, happy and appreciative of the attention she got. She became a little less tentative when he told her to pick out shoes. Most of the shoes yelled sexy, and he doubted even this girl would avoid the opportunity to add to the look of her revealing attire. Like dressing up with her girlfriends at home, she was giving in to the moment. Bull just watched it wanting to laugh for as much as men complained about women; they really weren’t that hard to deal with, if you knew how to handle the bitches. The look of envy on the girl’s face as she lovingly stroked and inspected pair after pair of shoes, some of them the hottest, sluttiest fuck me shoes and boots a bitch could have.

I am going to show you off, every guys going to be envious and wanting the hot girl that’s with me tonight.

Bull stood up unabashedly, finally releasing his cock that hung between his legs, semi hard. He smiled and prepared to leave and get dressed himself, leaving her to finish her attire. A girl had to have a reveal, they all did, it seemed as natural as eating or pissing for a guy.

Okay sounds good; catch up with you in a moment.

Bull went to his own room, found a pair of nice black slacks, a button long sleeve dress type shirt, but loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough that anyone would see his bulky physique. He tucked the shirt in, but left top few button undone, a gold chain necklace about his neck, an expensive Rolex watch, and an ear ring. He threw on some cologne and but on a nice pair or shiny black dress shoes. He put a comb to his hair and combed it back, getting ready in no time. Bull came out of his room, adjusting his shirt cuffs, and installing some cuff links, looking every bit the masculine hip guy he was. Bull had been to plenty of clubs looking for girls, selling drugs or just having a good time. It was one of the places that his girls didn’t frequent looking for business. Most of the losers that hired his bitches wouldn’t ever get into a decent club. Bull knew it wouldn’t be long till the young thing came out to show him she was ready, he was already to meet her with his patented grin of appreciation. Nothing made the whores happier and their cunts wetter than to know their guy liked what they looked like.
 
Rachel spent a few more minutes going through Kelly’s things, debating whether or not she’d made the right choices. Bull had already voiced his strong approval over the dress though, and he might not like it if she decided to change it now. It would be okay going out dressed this way as long she was with him. She couldn’t imagine anyone ever giving him or his date any trouble. That was a nice feeling to have actually, knowing that Bull would protect her, and one that she’d never experienced before now.

It was dangerous too. A small part of her understood that. It would be very easy to start feeling things for Bull and maybe if she was honest it was happening already. Rachel had never really felt loved by anyone in her life. This was the most attention and praise anyone had ever offered the young girl. She knew Bull wasn’t a good person. He sold drugs. He offered her mother a few bags of coke in exchange for her body. Yet…he’d been so nice so far and hadn’t really asked for anything other than the sex and she enjoyed that. Maybe that made her weird or sick or something, but Rachel didn’t care. She wanted this to be real. It felt real. Why couldn’t what he was saying be true? Why couldn’t there be something special about her that made him want to keep her close and protect her despite the strange way they’d met?

And maybe she was attractive and sexy, she decided, examining herself in the bathroom mirror. Kind of anyways. Brushing out her hair, she marveled at all the various makeup and skin products, soaps, conditioners, hair dyes, and so fourth laid out on the counter from the other girls who crashed here. She wasn’t sure what all of it she was allowed to use but couldn’t help adding a touch of dark eyeliner to her eyes and coat of pink gloss to her lips. There wasn’t time for much else and Rachel wasn’t that experienced with applying makeup to trust herself to do a good job and not look overdone. Biting the inside of her lip, she questioned whether or not she should dip into the jewelry boxes -- she definitely wouldn’t like it if they were hers -- but ultimately couldn’t help herself. Bull has basically said it was okay, she figured, and this was his house. She added a few bracelets to her wrists and ankles, and a little silver necklace around her neck with a heart-shaped pendant.

When she done she studied her reflection for long while and was conflicted with what she saw. She definitely looked older and prettier than she’d ever felt in her normal everyday clothes. The dress was still very short though and very tight, and the way it exposed her breasts and the bottom half of her thighs made her more than a little nervous. She told herself that was silly though. Girls at clubs dressed this way all the time and that’s where they were going. Bull was treating her like an adult, like a young woman, not a kid, and she needed to act that way and stop with all the hesitant girlish crap. It was time to grow up.

Stepping out into the living room, she held out her arms, pivoting on the toe of her right heel, flashing Bull what she hoped was a sexy smile. “What do you think? Will I fit in?”
 
The teenager stepped back into the main room, she looked good, but she still looked young, which didn’t bother Bull in the least. What mattered was she was trying, and that she was wearing something that showed off her body. Nodding in appreciation of her attire, Bull gave her a big smile and verbally complimented her.

Look great girl, good enough to eat!

Bull puts his hand out for her to take, drawing the small thing in for a brief kiss. His hands holding her right against him, gripping her ass as he continued to get her used to his proximity. Finally breaking it, he takes her hand and talks on the way to the car.

Well my girl, no early bedtime for you tonight. Time to party!

With almost a hurried stride, he headed for the garage and the car. Getting there he headed for one of the sports cars, moving around to the passenger door, opening it wide for her.

You’re chariot awaits madam.

Bull said playfully, hamming it up, as he attempted to make her feel like the center of his attention. Hs eyes of course following her, never shy about what he was doing. Closing the door after she was in, and quickly moving to his side. Soon the car was in motion and they were on their way to the club. The place was called ‘The VIP Club’, and had an upscale clientele. Hot girls, hot guys, and money were a great mix for a wild party. There was a line running down the side walk, as people waited to get in, they could see it as they drove past it. Bull found a spot to park a few blocks away, got the car situated, and came around to get Rachel. Repeating what he’d done, opening the door for her, than taking her in his hand and leading her towards the club.

Are you ready baby to party the night away?

A few people walked past them on the sidewalk, more than a few guys eyes lingered on her, but they didn’t even think of making a comment, seeing the guy she was with.
 
Rachel flushed prettily as Bull smiled upon her reappearance and immediately pulled into his strong arms, cupping her firm little behind through the shiny material of the dress. Her embarrassment at his constant compliments and physicality had already dimmed considerably from this afternoon. The edges of her glossy pink lips curled in a happy smile as they kissed again, and inwardly she was pleased with his response, it being exactly what she had hoped it would be. Bull seemed genuinely pleased to be going out with her this way and had even cleaned up nicely himself.

She laughed as he opened the passenger door of his flashy sports car for her to climb in while saying something about a chariot. It wasn’t so much that what he’d said was funny, but that between the wine and her growing excitement, Rachel was feeling almost giddy now. This time last night she wouldn’t have even imagined in her wildest dreams that she’d be riding in a car this nice or going out on the town to experience the real nightlife. This was all she had ever wanted from her summer. The chance to have some actual fun for a change like people her age were supposed to be having, instead of sitting around her dump of a house fighting with her druggie mother and taking care of her bratty little sister. That Bull would be the one to make it happen she never would have guessed when she first opened the door for him.

“We’re going here?” Rachel asked with a hint of awe and a heavy dose of nerves as they passed the VIP Club, giving her a good look at the long line of well-dressed attractive young people filling the sidewalk outside. She’d never been to a place like this of course but she’d never really thought she ever would either. It was the sort of trendy elite club she’d make fun of with her friends from the neighborhood, while secretly wondering what it would be like to actually get inside. To be one of these people, instead of broke and invisible as usual.

Holding tightly to Bull’s arm, she followed up the block, feeling funny at the interested stares she received from the other men, but not necessarily funny in a bad one. Her evening with Bull had already boosted her confidence more than a little. Rachel suspected she looked good, that she looked sexy just like he kept saying. It was a new and rather intoxicating feeling. That several of the other women were dressed in outfits that weren’t much more substantial than her own, also eased her mind. She didn’t look that out of place. With Kelly’s borrowed clothes and Bull at her side she actually looked like she belonged, except perhaps for the fact she was still several years too young of course. But she wasn’t thinking of herself as a teenager presently, even if others were, she was thinking of herself as the woman Bull had taken out with the promise of partying the rest of the night away…
 
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