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Let's Make a Deal (vertigis & Tyr)

If her head had been clearer she might have noticed. The way he’d called her slut at the moment they came and how he’d fucked her harder and rougher than he had earlier in the bedroom. Whether or not Rachel would have taken issue even then though was hard to say. All of this was so new -- the sex, the attention, the flashy club, Bull’s whole world -- that she was losing any sense of herself, content to be swept along in the moment, certain this was the fun and excitement she’d always felt was missing from her boring life. She didn’t want to say or do anything to break the spell. She was doing things she would have considered beneath herself normally, going out in public with less clothing showing than naked flesh, drinking and taking drugs, even being fondled and having sex in a public restroom. Bull made it alright somehow. He was so confident and sure of what they were doing, and it really was all just for fun, just a night of loosening up and enjoying herself completely for a change.

Rachel gazed up at him with her large brown eyes, slightly dilated, a vacant but pleasant look on her face as he petted her soft hair. Just having his arms around her now was almost as good as the rest with the warm glow of her orgasm lingering. It couldn’t be wrong or dirty and feel this way. Eventually his strong hands slid down to her tiny waist and she felt herself being half-lifted, half-guided back onto the seat of the toilet. Another faint blush came to her face as he pressed his wet sticky cock firmly against her glossy pink lips, the slick shaft rubbing back and forth until she opened for him. He didn’t ask or explain what he wanted, he just did it, and a slight flash of embarrassment shot through her thoughts, one that might have grown if she hadn’t dismissed it just as quickly. Rachel didn’t want to think right now. She just wanted to be with Bull and squeeze every last drop of fun she could from the night.

Tenderly polishing his still thick length with kittenish licks of her tongue, Rachel just focused on cleaning him off as he obviously desired, mind fuzzy while she worked. Her eyes widened at the knock on the door and a confused giggle sounded in her throat when he cursed at the man outside. It wasn’t until he shouted “Security!” that she began to come out of her haze, realizing just what was happening. Rachel’s heart began to thump in her chest at the thought of getting caught this way. What if they were thrown out of the club or the police were brought in? The idea of her friends or sister hearing about her being caught fucking in a public toilet caused seeds of panic to sprout in her chest.

Bull’s hand kept a firm grip on the back of her head though and she couldn’t easily pull away from him. His cock continued to slide rhythmically back and forth in her hot mouth as a gentle but firm pressure kept her bobbing steadily atop his length. There was nervous fear in her expression as she stared up at him though, lips stretched around his fat cock, waiting to see what he would do. How could he not be afraid? If the cops caught him here and with her a minor… “Mmmff,” she whimpered, hand slapping lightly on his thigh, wishing to stop, beginning to panic in earnest as the man pounded on the door again, harder this time, ordering him to open up or else.
 
There sitting on the toilet in some public restroom, his newest bitch was lavishing attention on his spent member. She had a smile on her face even when his cock wasn’t in her mouth. Yeah she had hazy look in her eyes that any cunt had when on a high, but that was okay, didn’t bother Bull in the least, as it just meant she was even closer to being totally his. The interruption of some want-a-be cop, was annoying to Bull, and if this wasn’t a place he went to relatively often, he would have just introduced his fist to the guy’s face. Ignoring the interruption he let his new girl finish her task, while he let the stupid fuck wait.

Hey you, what going on in here?

The security guard asked from behind Bull. Bull with all his usual subtlety, answered right back.

What the hell does it look like?

The guard seemed for a moment taken back by Bull audacity and umbrage at the man’s intrusion. Still the guard clearly feeling his authority, attempted to gain control of the situation.

You can’t be doing that shit in the bathroom. Come on out here, and show me some identification.

Bull rolls his eyes less than pleased at the disruption caused by this retard. Still he knew to play along, as it was better for business to cooperate than make a scene, plus if he got this guy on this guy's good side, it made doing business here in the future a lot easier.

One moment baby.

Bull said as he left Rachel sitting on the toilet zipped up, and turned to step out and face this guy. The security guard for a moment seemed bothered by having Bull turn to face him, but soon collected himself and continued, as he looked past Bull to the young almost naked girl, sitting on the toilet. Even if she was young, and appeared to be well under the allowable age of girls allowed into the club, his body began to react to her naked bottom, and exposed pussy as her legs were spread to each side of the stool. The guard finally broke his stare and returned to face Bull, who had seen his distraction and smiled.

How old is she?

With his back to Rachel, Bull wasn’t bothered in the least about the question, and though this could be a very problematic encounter, he was comfortable that he could find a way out of it, as he usually did. So he just played along for the moment, as he considered a solution.

Old enough. Not like she’s doing anything she doesn’t want to do. Isn’t that right baby?
 
If not for the effects of the Ecstasy and the cocktails she’d consumed at Bull’s prompting, Rachel might very well have been sick right there. Seeing the stall door swing open and a middle-aged security guard standing outside it with his arms crossed, staring inside angrily, made her entire face turn bright scarlet. There could be absolutely no doubt what had been going on inside, especially not with her skimpy red dress hiked up over her naked thighs, legs spread astraddle the seat of the toilet stool, pussy partly exposed and still wet from Bull’s cum and her own juices. He was not a small man either. He was solidly built with thick arms and legs, the roll of fat around his midsection making him no less intimidating to the small high school girl. His dark hair was clipped short in a buzz cut and his face showed a day’s growth of bristly stubble.

He could have been a cop but his white dress shirt and dark slacks suggested he worked at the club. Thoughts of being dragged to the manager’s office by him and made to explain what she’d been up to made her feel as if her heart was going to burst through her ribcage. She shouldn’t have been doing this. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing this. Bull had made it seem okay though and nobody else in the restroom had seemed to care or even notice. Now she’d been caught in the middle of something so humiliating, so sluttish, she doubted she would ever live it down if the rumor got out. There was no explaining their way out of this she was certain of that. Their guilt was too obvious.

Bull didn’t seem scared though. At most he seemed upset at being interrupted early. Rachel watched wide eyed as he casually tugged up the zipper to his pants, and turned to face the man. Despite the guard’s imposing size, Bull still had several inches on him and looked as though he might just send him sprawling to the floor with one of those huge clenched fists. Biting her lower lip nervously, she prepared herself for a violent confrontation, part of her terrified he’d really do it and they both be arrested, another part a little excited at the thought that Bull could protect them, and that maybe they’d still get away without facing any consequences.

It didn’t go that way at all though. The guard’s eyes slid from Bull to herself and lingered there, causing her blush to darken further as she felt them slowly crawling up and down her exposed body. When he asked her age, Bull answered breezily, saying she was old enough and doing what she wanted to do. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Rachel nodded quickly in response, “Yeah. I’m twenty-one… and we were just having fun, we didn’t mean to upset anyone… we can go…” The man glanced in Rachel’s direction, studying her for another long uncomfortable moment, not even bothering to make eye contact this time as he stared at her exposed sex and barely concealed breasts, before finally looking back to Bull, a thoughtful expression on his face. Almost as if he was ready to make a deal…
 
The club security guy rolled his eyes as the young thing said her age was twenty one. There were a lot thing he could believe, but he was sure she wasn’t twenty one, and that was the minimum age the club allowed as there was drinking allowed. The club had a strict policy about age, as they didn’t want to lose their liquor license. There were always girls who had fake ids, or tried to get by, and for the most part they weren’t allowed, though the bouncers and security made a few exceptions for the special girls that knew how to earn their way in, one of the perks of working here. The guard didn’t know the brute this young hot piece of ass was with directly, but one of the other guards had told him he was a local dealer and pimp. So he’d know what the unwritten rules were. That’s why the guard wasn’t too worried, even given the guys size. Still he wanted to play it cool, he didn’t want to be a wet spot on the bathroom floor, though that didn’t stop him from checking out the sexy thing sitting there.

You aren’t going any place till we figure this out.

The guy turning to Bull with almost a smirk.

Well I think we both know if I hold her, and we check her out, that we may have a problem here. Is she even 18?

Bull stood there not saying a thing, this wasn’t the first time he’d been shaken down by a cop or some other want-a-be cop. It always amazed him how hard up being a cop must be, as most of them just wanted some free pussy or a blowjob. Not that he cared, it was just a normal part of business, and his girls knew better than make a scene. Plus if you made the cops happy, they'd often looked the other way, while him and girls work. Bull gave the situation a momentary thought, and figured this was a good a time as ever for the girl to learn the ropes.

Come on, can’t we work something out?

The guard quickly picked up on the Bull's words, his eyes still enjoying the view of the disheveled little slut. He gives her a smile as he tries to negotiate a little time with the young thing.

Maybe we can. She seems real friendly, and maybe we can be friends too? What do think Sugar? Do you want me to call the police on you and your guy here, or are you going to be nice to me?

Now he made no effort to hide his inspection of her body.
 
Rachel honestly truly thought she was going to be sick. It felt like her insides were being churned and twisted like pulled taffy. The guard knew she was lying. He told Bull he didn’t even think she was eighteen, and it was obvious he wasn’t just going to let them go with just a warning. He said something about holding her here and checking her story, and Rachel’s first instinct was to run. Suddenly the club was the very last place on earth she wanted to be. They were going to call the police, and then her parents, and maybe even her school, until absolutely everyone knew what she’d been doing here tonight. When they found out the full story she might even end up in juvie or something.

She was beyond scared. She’d been this scared only one once before in her life and that just a few hours ago, when Bull had appeared in the doorframe of her bedroom after her mother traded her virginity for a few baggies of crack. And just as had happened then she couldn’t run away, however much her every thought screamed for her to do so. Both Bull and the guard were standing in the opening of the stall, she would have to squeeze past them, and on top of that her skirt was still hiked up her thighs and her feet were trapped in awkward unfamiliar heels. The security guy would grab her for certain. Then she’d be in even more trouble.

Despite the fact Bull had just been having her clean his thick length with her tongue, Rachel’s mouth felt cottony and dry as she heard him ask to work something out. In her innocence, she still had no idea that this was all familiar ground to Bull, that he was perfectly okay with trading her to the guard, maybe even glad to do so for future business prospects. Instead she thought of the drugs he was carrying and was sure he must be even more frightened than she felt right now. When the cops found that out, along with her age, he’d be going to prison very likely. So of course he wanted to work something out. Rachel’s stomach gave another wrench as the man’s eyes trailed over her mostly naked body, causing her face to burn a bright red. Even she wasn’t so naivete as to not understand what he meant by ‘friendly’.

“Please, we’re sorry,” she whispered, hands fidgeting with top of her dress, trying to cover her nipples which kept wanting to slip free of the flimsy material. “I promise we’ll go. We’ll never do anything like this again. But I can’t… I’m not…” Her frightened brown eyes turned to Bull, hoping he might say something, know some way to defuse the situation. “Please, please don’t call the police, sir. I….” Rachel bit her glossy pink lip, wanting to cry, uncertain what was the right thing to do. She didn’t want to get in trouble. She didn’t want Bull to get in trouble, even if it had been his idea. “What… what do you want? Can’t we just….? Bull…?”
 
Gary had only been with the club for the last month or so, but he knew the ropes, his friend Paul had gotten him the job, and even before he’d been hired his friend extoled him of some of the crazy shit that went on in the club. He quickly learned to take advantage of the situations that arose and not to worry about any ramifications. Hardly a night went by when some young slut wasn’t sucking his cock, or he was poking one of their holes. Now looking down at the hot thing sitting on the toilet he knew exactly what he wanted, and that she was possibly under aged, didn’t bother him in the least, and only made him want her more. What girl came to a club like this that didn't want to fuck? Plus given the age of her guy, she clearly had no issue taking some older dick. The young girl started to apologize and ask for forgiveness, hoping she could talk her way out of the situation. If she thought her pleas were falling on sympathetic ears they weren’t, he didn’t care about her in the slightest, because she was just another piece of ass to be used. The club was full of little sluts who were offering up their bodies, and he was just getting his cut.

Bull heard her pleas and knew she was looking to him for help. This was one of those touchy situations where he knew what he wanted and had to play it just right. So he had to sound sympathetic, make her feel guilty if she didn’t do it , and not offer her a way out. This wasn’t the time to be forceful or threaten to beat the shit out of her, far better to cajole or manipulate her.

Oh baby! Just be nice to guy, grown up girls do it all the time to get what they want. You don’t want him busting us do you? We’re a team, we have to help each other out, and it’s no big deal. You can do it.

The guard smiled, an almost evil grin, as he advanced toward Rachel. Bull no longer blocking his path, moved out of the way. Stepping past the door, Bull leaves the young girl and guard in the metal bathroom stall to work things out. The guard was already reaching down to the belt on his black slacks, and undoing it so he could free what had been slowly growing and wanting attention.

Now it’s time to take care of business, just like you were doing for your friend. And if you do well, I think we don’t have to call the cops, and can overlook this. What do say girl, time to be my friend too?

The guard said as he dropped his pants, and exposed the ridge line of his cock, still in his boxer. That the girl would be humiliated or degraded by sucking some random cock in a dirty bathroom stall, never entered either of these two men’s minds. To the guard she was a thing, an object to be used, to Bull she was a thing to be sold, traded and/or bartered away. Neither really gave any consideration to her as a person.

Come on, get it out, and let’s get this done.

It was such a cold impersonal way the guard said it.
 
“But… I… ” Rachel’s voice had lowered to a whisper after Bull mouthed his encouraging words, playing off what was happening as no big deal as he slipped his big frame out of the stall. It was not just encouragement though. He’d also said they were a team and that they had to help each other out. She understood that to mean he wanted her to help him avoid being held by security and possibly even arrested by the police. Wherever she ended up, there was a very good chance he might go to prison, she knew. Although this was the very man who had raped her only a few hours ago, Rachel was no longer thinking in those terms -- with the alcohol and Ecstasy pumping through her system she wasn’t thinking much at all, at least not very clearly -- and didn’t want to see Bull get into serious trouble after he‘d been so nice to her and promised her so much.

He’d only been trying to impress her and show her a good time after all. Now everything was all fucked up because she’d let him lead her off into the restroom, even though she knew better, blaming herself for the situation, knowing if he was with someone a little older tonight, it would be different, they could tell the guard to go fuck himself or… His heavy shadow passed over her as he stepped into the stall, the clasps on his belt clinking as he unfastened it and slid his slacks down his broad thighs. She could feel tears threatening to well up in her now large and frightened doe brown eyes. It was the second time in less than twenty-four hours she was being made to put a stranger’s cock in her mouth. How had her life gotten so completely out of control?

Crying wouldn’t help though, she knew that, swiping at her eyes roughly with back of her hands. It hadn’t discouraged Bull and she doubted this man would care either. It might even go worse if he did. If he decided he wasn’t attracted or she was being forced to do this by Bull then he’d call the police for certain. It really would be all her fault then. The man came to a stop standing directly in front of her on the toilet stool, crotch just a few inches from her face as he looked down expectantly, ordering her coldly to take him out herself. The fabric of his boxers was tented where his shaft was already hardening, straining to get free, and Rachel closed her eyes tight, squeezing back tears as she bit her lower lip, reaching out slowly. Slim fingers with the nails painted a bright wet candy pink to match her lip gloss -- something that had made her smile to herself when she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror, looking flirty and sexy and so unlike her usual boring self -- slipped carefully into the hole in his underwear, allowing his thick veiny cock to spring free, nearly striking her in the cheek with its swollen head.

Rachel took a deep breath then, avoiding looking up as she wrapped the index and thumb of her right hand around his base. Her other hand rested palm flat against his thigh as she bent forward, tongue touching the tip of his erection, tasting a bead of precum gathered there. Part of her wanted to be sick then but really it didn’t taste that much different than Bull had a moment ago. Maybe if she just kept her eyes closed and imagined it was him, it would all be done quickly, and then they could leave and forget it ever happened. Wrapping her soft lips around his hard length, makeup slightly smeared from having just done Bull, Rachel eased down, caressing him with her tongue until she taken several inches. She wasn’t going to try to let him into her throat like she had with Bull, she didn’t really like it anyways, and hoped he didn’t get rough or forceful about it. “Mmfff…” she whimpered as she began to bob back and forth, sucking gently while her fingers pumped him with quick rapid strokes.
 
Bull left his newest bitch in the stall to take care of business. He stood guard outside the metal enclosure to make sure the two weren’t interrupted, very similar to what he did with girls when they were with a john or other client. Some might have thought he was bothered or jealous when some random guy fucked one of his girls or sucked his dick, but he wasn’t. All he cared about is what they did for him. In his mind, he was teaching them something they’d use for the rest of their lives that was how to fuck and suck. Shit without him, a girl like her would be eaten live, he was saving her, it was just that simple. There were a few straggler in the bathroom, but none of them were paying him any attention on what was going on in the stall, as they went about the usual, or at least not yet.

Gary watched the young thing as she stared at him with glazed eyes, at first she tried to wiggle her way out of it, but finally she’d seen the futility of it, and that he wasn’t going to let her off the hook. Like he cared, he seen so much pussy and ass prancing around here, he deserved some. Tentatively her little hand did as he commanded and slipped its way into his boxers to find his cock. Now it wasn’t the same as the monster Bull packed, but by no means was it anything to be ashamed of. He smiled down at her an evil grin as she took a hold of his manhood and got it to poke out the hole in his underwear. The throbbing length looked like it was going to poke her eye out, as it stuck out at her face. The bloated purple head a one eyed snake for her mouth to tame.

There you go! Wrap them fucking pink slutty lips around my cock. Swallow it down bitch!

He didn’t even think of her as some kid, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, no she was just some slut, available for him to use. Gary didn’t treat her gentle or with any affection, and why should he? She was just another piece of ass for him to use at his convenience. Every night the club was filled with more sluts like this lined up outside begging to get in. If he didn’t nail her someone else would, and he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

Milk that fucking cock with that little whore hole of yours. Come on slut, balls deep!

Gary just grabbed her head and drove his cock deep into her mouth and throat using her face as a convenient fuck hole. Her hair twisted in his hand as he took control of her head, forcing his sweaty musty cock into her mouth. That she would gag or choke on it, only encourage him more.

Don’t be shy, we’re fucking friends now! Spread your legs, do it like you do for all the guys. I want to see that teenage pink pussy.

He pulled it out before she vomited, only as he didn’t want to stain his work pants. The trail of throat slime hung on his cock as he slapped her face with it.

Tell me whore, how much you want that cock! Or I’ll get your underaged ass thrown in jail, along with your boyfriend.

While he stands there he just reaches down and twists her nipple hard, enjoying every moment of degrading her. He smeared her face in the slimy wetness that clung to his cock. Tonight he didn’t have time to fuck her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself to the fullest.
 
Rachel held the guard’s fat cock steady with her small fingers as it slid between her glossy pink lips and over her moist tongue, filling her mouth with the salty pungent taste of his sweat. She cringed as he raised his voice gruffly, calling her bitch and slut while he instructed her on what to do. Her pace increased in return as she bobbed up and down his length rapidly, clearly afraid of him, maybe even more than she had been of Bull that morning. He had been a little rough with her, especially at first, but Rachel also remembered the effort he put into making sure she enjoyed it. That moment hadn’t been at all what she thought it was going to be.

There was no attempt to make her enjoy this though. She felt degraded and used by his crude uncaring treatment, and as he shoved his throbbing shaft down her throat, Rachel gagged loudly, unable to keep from choking. The tears welling in her eyes finally escaped to trail down her flushed cheeks and she whimpered as he grabbed tight hold of her auburn hair, jerking at the roots as his hairy crotch thrust against her face. “Glg… glk… guk…” The sounds of her choking joined with the wet slick noise of his cock driving roughly in and out of her mouth, a small tendril of saliva seeping from her stretched lips to hang down her chin.

When the guard finally pulled out, she was left coughing and gasping for breath, spitting up a gooey mixture of cum and saliva. Rachel flinched as his stiff shaft struck her cheek with an audible slap, smearing her face with his slime as he intentionally swayed it back and forth. She hated him so much but there was never any temptation to truly fight back. She didn’t want the police involved or Bull to go to jail or even prison because of her stupidity. And it was her fault for letting him take her in here. She should have said ’no’ like a normal girl would have done, she felt. Instead she’d behaved like a total slut and now she was paying for it.

“Ah!” she gasped as he gave her nipple a vicious tweak, causing the pale flesh of her breast to redden. The guard then threatened to turn in her again, and Rachel shook her head quickly, rich brown tresses sweeping over her bare slim shoulders. “No! I’m sorry, please…” Sticking out her tongue, she licked at his thick shaft as he rubbed it over her face, pushing back her desire to break down right then. She had to get this right or things would only grow worse for them both. “Please, I… I want your cock… I want your cock so bad!” Spreading her legs wide, Rachel pulled back the hem of crumpled red party dress, showing him the pink slit of her sex, still glistening with Bull’s cum. “…let me… just, please, let me suck your cock, okay? It’s so hot, please…”
 
Bull heard the guard talking and did nothing to intercede, he was rather pleased that the guard was being a bit rough on her, it would make things easier later on. All he did now was make sure the two of them weren’t interrupted while his new bitch took care of business and learned her trade. So Bull stood there his back to the stall, and his arms crossed listening to the guard use her just like the whore she was to become.

Of course you want cock, you’re a slut. I have just what every slut needs, a big fat dick.

Gary fed his hard member back into her mouth, sinking it in, and going deep, as he grabbed her head and used her. Looking down the guard could see her dripping cunt, and smiled, as he stroked his pecker in and out of her mouth and throat. Burying her face in his groin as he used her cunt mouth as a convenient fuck hole. He loved the gurgling sounds bitches made on choking on his thick cock.

I know you want me to fuck you, but I don’t have time, and I’m not too interested in sloppy seconds, even if you have some nice tight under aged pussy to fuck. Now suck bitch!

He said as he partially withdrew from the deep long strokes and left the large bulbous head on his cock in her mouth. The tips of it already oozing in anticipation of what was to come. All the girls that came to the club in his mind were whores and sluts, otherwise why would they be here, they all wanted to get fucked, and he was just getting his piece of the action.

And don’t give me any of your shit! Just take care of business and you can fucking go back to the club, dance the night away, and go home and fuck your man again. Now suck!

Damn he was so fucking close, this was so much nicer than going on a date, and listen to some bitches travails, just stick your dick in, fuck it whatever hole, and dump your load. Maybe he should have warned her he was about to come, then decided not to. He didn’t fucking care if he came in her mouth, on her face, or on her dress, as long as he got off. The mess was her fucking problem.
 
Rachel wanted nothing more than to get up and flee the stall as the guard angled his thick cock back towards her smeared pink lips. That wasn’t an option though. Even if she could somehow push past him, which was doubtful, he would probably inform security and they’d both be grabbed before they made it to the parking lot. And then they’d be in trouble for certain. The police would get involved and Bull would go to jail and she’d end up God only knew where. All of it because of her. She could have said ’no’ at any point this evening but she hadn’t and now she was sitting on a public toilet without her panties, micro skirt hiked over her bare legs, and dripping cum down her thighs. Was it any wonder he thought she was some kind of whore?

“…guk…ggh…!” she sputtered as his fat length pushed straight towards the back of her throat, the moment somehow even worse than when Bull had forced her in the bedroom. At least that had resulted in some pleasure in the end as she realized he wasn’t quite the monster she’d thought. He had wanted her to feel good as well. The guard, however, could obviously care less what she felt, hips pumping roughly into her flushed teary face as fucked her mouth hole. Rachel coughed and gagged as he pushed down the back of her throat, his strong hand holding her by the hair and forcing her down until her lips were stretched around his thick base, coarse pubic hairs rubbing against her small nose and chin.

Panting as he released his hold and let her breath again, she sat there with his swollen tip dribbling sticky precum on her tongue, barely able to keep from crying. Bull was nowhere in sight and each time the man yelled she flinched, cheeks burning as he suggested what she really wanted was another fuck but was too dirty for him to bother. Rachel couldn’t find words to even reply, just wanting things to end, as she resumed running her moist pink tongue along his slick member. Slowly her head began to slide up and down his length, just trying to get him off quickly with what limited oral skills she had.

Not nearly experienced enough to predict or notice the faint twitching of the guard’s cock, Rachel gasped in alarm as he suddenly began to spew his thick seed without warning, sucking it back into her throat and windpipe. She began to cough again, some of the gooey cum dripping from her nose as he sent several more spurts onto her tongue, where it dripped over her lower lip and down her chin. The rested was plastered on her forehead and into her silky brown hair as he pulled out, finishing up on the stunned teen. By the time he loosed the last few drops she was a gooey cum coated mess.
 
The young thing didn’t exactly handle it well, but Gary didn’t care, if she needed practice he was sure there would be enough guys to give it to her. Wasn’t like she wasn’t going to get it, especially with the big fuck that was twice her age. Little girls went to Disneyland, sluts and whore went to clubs like this, and if they didn’t like it, they should go back to Disneyland he thought. Gary’s only concern was her boyfriend, dad, pimp or whatever he was, Gary really didn’t want to get on the guy’s bad side, because he looked like he could beat the shit out of anyone that did. Still if the guy had a problem with his bitch being used, he would have said it, so clearly he didn’t. His guess was she was probably just a young whore or slut.

Good job baby! Now clean it up, we don’t want my pants stained.

Wanting to leave open the potential for another encounter and some fun, Gary let her know what he did for special girls.

Next time you want in, or anyone is giving you trouble, just let me know, and we’ll take care of each other. Treat me nice and maybe we’ll make you into a VIP girl, they don’t have to wait in line, they get in first, don’t have to pay to get in, and all the other nice things. It’s up to you baby.

Gary was making it clear that a girl that put out, got special treatment, and if she was willing to do so, she would even get more perks. Yet to it was clear she was just an object, a thing, and if she didn’t he didn’t care. Gary wanted a crack at her young little underaged holes, but he didn’t have to force any of these little bitches, there were plenty willing to be cooperative and eager to help out the staff for some perk or other special treatment.

As soon as she was done cleaning him off, and though he used her like a convenient cum dump, he was treating her half decently.

Now get yourself cleaned up, your man is probably waiting for you.

The guard put his cock away and just turned and exited, leaving her in her disheveled stated, not seemingly concerned that others might see her that way when he left. The metal toilet door makes that distinctive clanging sound. The sounds of the crowd getting louder than quiet as someone entered or left the restroom. Bull followed the guard, hearing the conversation. He decided to stand outside the restroom, giving his newest little whore, a chance to clean herself up a bit. He wondered if she even realized she’d done her first act of prostitution, trading sex for something. Bull knew it would just get easier and easier from here.
 
Rachel didn’t look up at the guard as he made her clean him off afterwards. It was beyond gross and degrading in her mind, but the nightmare was nearly over. Letting her tongue trail up and down his sticky shaft, she licked away the remaining cum and her own saliva, the slimy mixture leaving a salty taste in her mouth. While she did her reluctant work, he continued to talk, explaining how a girl could get VIP status at the club if she proved willing and eager to satisfy the guards in this manner. At the moment it was the last thing she wanted though. Rachel couldn’t even imagine coming here again. She just wanted to leave and try to forget this had ever happened.

When she was finished, the man told her to clean up before stuffing himself back in his pants and exiting the stall casually, as if he had done nothing wrong. Rachel remained sitting on the stool for awhile, sniffling quietly as she fought the urge to cry again, feeling filthy and used. Eventually she took a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and began to wipe her face clean and then between her legs. It was embarrassing how many thin sheets she soaked through with cum, depositing them into the bowl. Nasty. It was nasty. She was nasty. Rachel could not picture even the worst kind of slut allowing this to happen to herself in a public place, and she had gone along with all of it until the end.

Maybe it was the pill and the alcohol… she told herself as a way of an excuse. She never had liked drinking much for that reason and the drug was a first time experiment. Probably she wouldn’t have agreed to let Bull walk her into the bathroom and fuck her this way if she had been thinking straight. It had seemed fun in the moment though. It was the guard who had made things awful. There hadn’t been anything Bull could do either without getting them both into worse trouble. She had hoped he might at least come back to soothe her afterwards though, but there was no sign of him in the restroom. Maybe he’d left her here alone, disgusted at her himself. The thought sent a little frisson of panic up her back.

Pulling her dress on straight as best she could, Rachel spent a few minutes with a wetted handful of paper towels further cleaning herself in front of the mirror, fixing her smeared makeup with the tip of her finger. By the end she looked rumpled but at least halfway normal. Not normal for her of course. She never dressed or behaved this way. Normal enough to walk through the club again without drawing second or third glances though.

“I thought you left…” she murmured when she found Bull waiting outside, the tears suddenly returning in a flood. Rachel wanted him to hold her and wanted to shove him way in anger at the same time. He should have protected her from the guard. She knew he couldn’t yet still felt he should have just the same. “I wanna go home now. I hate this place…”
 
Bull waited in the hallways leading to the restrooms. First to come out was the security guard with a smile on his face, who nodded Bull's direction, and gave him a thanks as he passed by. Bull didn’t tell the mother fucker that was probably the only freebee he was getting from his bitch, unless he got something for it. It was okay to use his girls, if it served his purpose, but they didn’t open their legs for nobody except him if they weren't paid. The hallway continued to have activity as people leaned against the walls talking and/or making out. Finally his girl came out, and he could see that she was distressed by what had occurred, but looked all cleaned up. Not bad from a virgin to a whore in a single day. She probably didn’t see that, but he did, and knew he was gone make some good money turning her out. So the young thing confessed she thought he’d left.

Oh no baby, I wouldn’t leave you! I take care of my girl.

Bull reaches out to wrap his arm protectively around her, to draw her in to the safety of his embrace, and to let her rest her head against his broad chest as she started to cry. It was time to do some damage control, because it was amazing that most of these bitches, just wanted someone to care about them. Fuck some of them even wanted to call him ‘daddy’, they were that desperate for affection. Bull didn’t fucking care what they called him, as long as they brought the money home.

Come here! You know, shit happens, but you’ve always got me.

She started to ask to go home, and tell him she hated this place. Unfortunately this place and those like it were going to be places she’d be back to often. There were plenty of chumps who got all worked up dancing and partying, and were without a bitch to take care of them, and were more than willing to drop some cash to get off with one of his whores. Often the clubs were a far better clientele that any street walking prostitute found stomping up and down a sidewalk in some scummy part of town. Plus this young thing would get him top dollar, because she was young, and didn’t have that look of all used up like some cheap crack whore.

Good or bad, I’m here for you. We’re going to take care of each other, you did what you had to do, and that’s why I’m not going to let a special girl like you go. He’s nothing, he not important in any way, you and I are what are important, we’re a team.

Bull held her tight to him, wanting to make her feel safe and protected.

You okay? We can go home if you want. Do you want something to make you feel a little better?
 
A part of Rachel was more than a little angry at Bull. He’d brought her here, given her the drugs, took her to the bathroom and talked her into sex, and then left her alone with the pervy guard. She knew there was nothing he could have done at that point though, and she was mostly to blame for agreeing in the first place. It was also too hard to be angry with everyone at once, including herself. It would leave her completely alone. After what her mother had done she couldn’t go back there, ever, and Bull had been so generous to let her stay at his place. It’s not like he was wanting this to happen either and Rachel convinced herself that at the root of his behavior was how attracted he was to her, which made her feel somewhat better. He’d simply wanted her so badly that they’d both done something stupid.

So when Bull wrapped his big arms around her as she wept, she didn’t try to pull away. Rather she melted against him, letting it all go at once, the emotions from what had just happened as well as her mother’s betrayal and everything else. Pressing her face tight against his chest, the tears flooding down her cheeks dampened his shirt while her body was racked with small sobs. It had all been so much to accept in a single day. It was easier to deal with if she believed there was someone on her side for once, someone who genuinely cared about her like Bull claimed. At the moment Rachel didn’t care that there were other people around to witness her mini-breakdown. All that mattered is that he hadn’t left and he was holding her and telling he would never abandon her no matter what.

Glancing up as he ran his hand over rich brown hair and down the curve of her back, she listened as he called her ’special’ and dismissed the guard as unimportant. She supposed it was true. He was just some loser who’d abused his power to take advantage of the situation. He’d never have half of what she gave Bull willingly and didn’t deserve to be given importance enough to ruin the entire night for them. …you and I are what’s important, we’re a team… She liked that. A team and that’s all it had been too, just her helping him, the team, so that nobody could hurt them. Eventually calming in his warm protective embrace, Rachel swiped the back of her hand over her red-ringed eyes, trying to straighten herself out again for him.

“Okay. You’re right… I’m sorry if I almost ruined things…” Underneath it all she was still self-conscious about her age. If she’d been older the thing with the guard wouldn’t have happened at all. Bull was taking a risk just bringing her here or anywhere else, she felt. That’s how much he wanted to be with her rather than some other girl, she told herself. “Can we go back to your place now? I’m tired, and…” And worried about whether or not he still wanted her that way after what had happened. Rachel couldn’t help but think of herself as filthy for sucking some stranger off in a public toilet. She needed to know he didn’t feel that way too. “Would you… I mean, do you wanna… kiss me?”
 
The young thing nestled into his chest, and slowly pulled herself together as he talked to her. It wasn’t long and she was apologizing that she’d almost ruined things, which almost made him laugh. All because he let the dumb cunt suck some rent-a-cops cock in a bathroom stall, how perfect. They were just so easy to manipulate, so easy to take advantage of, it was like taking candy from a baby. He was happy with this evening progress, so when she asked to go home, he really didn’t see any reason why not.

Sure baby, we can home, if you want.

He’d probably have to fuck her at least once tonight, if for no other reason than to affirm that he care about her. The bitch would learn, but right now she probably thought if you were dicking her, you cared about her, that you probably wanted to date her or fucking marrying her, when in fact all you wanted to do was dick her. Still all of his girls wanted affection, even after they’d spent a day with their legs spread wide. It was funny about bitches that way, they really wanted to be loved, and Bull knew when he had to turn it on, and when he had to stick it in.

The girl asking him if he would kiss her. Now he normally didn’t kiss whores that much, as he didn’t know where the fucking mouths had been. Still most were good about cleaning up, and this one probably did a double effort, given who the last fucker was that dumbed a load in it.

Of course, I want you, you're my girl.

His large hand lifting her chin up, so his head could lean down and kiss her, tenderly on the lips. Not like he was going to shove his tongue into cum dump hole. Still he had make her think he cared about her, that way it wouldn’t be long till she was filling every one of her holes with a nice load of money making cum. If he could only put all the cunts on a protein only diet, that would be money maker. Rather than let the kiss become too passionate, he pulled away.

Come on let’s get out here. Let’s not stay.

As if he was helping her escape and flee, rather than avoid getting his tongue covered in some of dude splooge. Still, there wasn’t a lot of reason to stay at the club, he really wasn’t prepared to sell product, and she wasn’t turning tricks, so it really was pointless. Best to just get her home, and repair some damage. He takes her hand and heads out of the club, using his body to clear a path for her. Like some rescue helping her flee a building on fire, he moved through and out of the club.
 
It was all she really wanted from him right then. A sign that he wasn’t as disgusted with her as Rachel was with herself. Even though she’d just been with another man technically, it had only been to help keep them both from getting into serious trouble. It had only been for him. When Bull lifted up her head, she peered into his eyes longingly, wanting to know that everything really was okay as his lips pressed against her own soft pink ones. She was smiling uncertainly as he pulled away, announcing it was time for them to go home, which was what she’d asked to do. Rachel didn’t connect the fact that he’d failed to actually part her lips or slip his tongue inside with the idea that he was already viewing her mouth and other holes as open receptacles for men’s cum. Ones that he would soon be able to charge people for the use of.

“Okay, Bull…” she said quietly, following along behind him as led her back up the hallway and out onto the dance floor. Rachel felt like her world had been nearly destroyed for the second time today by the guard’s actions but nothing had actually changed. The music was still thumping loudly as couples filled the dance floor and crowded up against to the bar, lights flashing dizzily all around them. It had all lost some of its appeal and excitement for the girl, but not entirely. She had enjoyed dancing with Bull and being treated like his girl all night long, as if she was in her mid-twenties instead of barely old enough to drive. Rachel was exhausted right now though as the drug’s effects wound down and the adrenaline from her scare with the guard rapidly drained away. Her head was resting on Bull’s big arm by the time they exited into the cool night air, the wind quite chilly on her bare damp legs.

Climbing into the passenger seat of his fancy sports car, she rested her head back on the seat, brushing a few stray strands of hair back over her ears. Soon the lights of the city were whipping past as they left the club behind, and Rachel went from wanting to cry to dozing sleepily during the ride. Bull wasn’t upset with her as far as she could tell and everything he’d promised was still going to happen, or at least she hoped that was true. It had been a bad ending to an otherwise amazing night. Rachel didn’t really want everything to be over just because they’d made a stupid mistake together. Especially given their plains for tomorrow. “We’re still going shopping aren’t we?” she asked sleepily, turning her head so that she was facing him. “I mean, this doesn’t change anything, right…?”
 
From club to car, to home really wasn’t that long, as he protected her, leading the way, opening the doors and treating her like a lady. Bull knew she needed to think of him as her protector, the person that was there to make her safe. The more she looked to him for everything, the stronger his control would be. Even in this simple escape from the club and the guard who used her, would help solidify her growing dependence on him. When she napped, he didn’t interrupt her, he let her rest as he drove home. He smiled as she asked about the shopping trip.

Of course not baby! We’re going to get you a whole new wardrobe that will make those girls at the club jealous.

Bull reached over and patted her knee, not only reestablishing physical contact, but reminding her he was there for her. He told the little slut that he’d take her shopping and he was going to. If he didn’t live up to his word, his whores wouldn’t trust him, and soon he’d be without whores. They’d seek out another man to protect and care for them. Any whore could walk away from their pimp, but they didn’t, because they wanted to stay, their pimp was their man, the guy that took take of them and sheltered them. Bull knew if you did that, the little cunts would willingly spread their legs and swill down cum, if they thought it would make their man happy.

We'll get you all kinds of clothing, you’re not a little girl anymore, you’re growing up, and you don’t have to worry about mommy telling what to dress in and what to do.

That didn’t mean in time, she’d have to worry about what he was telling her to do, but that would come later. Plus, where her dumb fuck mother didn’t know her cunt from a hole in the ground, he knew exactly how to make a little girl into a willing happy whore. So he smiled at his new girl, while they drove home. Soon enough they were pulling in, and the garage door was closing.

Come on baby, we’re home! Let’s get inside, and get cleaned up.

Bull opened her car door, and realized she was asleep. So he just opened the door to the house, and then carried her in, finally putting her down in his bed. Before calling it a night himself.
 
Rachel managed to wake before Bull the next morning. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she spotted him lying next to her on the bed, facing the wall so his broad back was turned in her direction. The events of the last twenty-four hours slowly played out in her head, and she realized with no small amount of surprise that it had actually all been real. She felt just as overwhelmed by it as before and even more embarrassed by the things she’d done, especially with her pounding headache reminding her how many probably weren’t smart ideas. She also remembered Bull being kind though, and driving her back here afterwards, promising to take her out again today and obviously carrying her into the house and placing her gently in his bed when she’d fallen asleep. It was more than her drug addict mother would have done.

He’d slipped off the heels before putting her to bed, but she was still in the same stained and rumpled red party dress as she quietly left the room, padding into the kitchen. Her mouth was intensely dry from the ecstasy and the alcohol, and mostly all she wanted was a glass of water and a warm shower afterwards. Instead she found the coffee machine brewing and a shapely woman in a knee length pink bathrobe and bleached blonde hair standing by the center island. “Oh. Hey,” she said a little sheepishly, tugging self-consciously at the too-short hem of her messy outfit.

“New girl,” the woman replied with a smirk, pouring out a second mug of coffee from the pot. When Rachel reached for it, she quirked a penciled brow, shaking her head. “That’s not for you. It’s for Bull when he wakes up, which should be any minute.”

“Sorry,” Rachel replied with a blush, feeling herself being sized up. “Can I have one?”

“There’s the pot. You have hands. You tell me.”

Her cheeks reddened further as she saw to pouring herself a steaming mug. “I’m… ah, Rachel.”

“Candice. I like your dress, Rachel.”

She glanced down at the stained and ill-fitting mess of her outfit, feeling further embarrassed by the figure she presented. It was a terrible first impression, she knew. “Um… thanks. It’s not mine…”

“I know.”

Rachel realized then as her face burned even hotter that this was likely the same woman whose closets Bull had let her sort through last night before clubbing. They were about the same height and build, although Candice had slightly larger breasts and wider hips. That meant she was currently wearing her dress. A dress she had essentially ruined last night. “Ah…”

“How old are you Rachel? Are you even out of high school yet?” Candice snorted dismissively and shook her head. “You need to go home girl. You have no idea what you’re getting involved with. You’re in over you head, believe me.” At that moment the bedroom door opened again and she took the second mug, walking over to Bull and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Hey, babe, good morning! I made you coffee. Your new friend was about to tell me all the fun you two had last night…”
 
Bull stretched out, extending his arms above his heads and then outwards, as he yawned. At that point he realized his bed was empty and the young girl gone, a little surprised, but not enough to cause a panic. Still it was worth an investigation, before she got herself in trouble with one of his other bitches or wandered off. So he casually exited his bedroom and headed for the kitchen the most likely spot to find his newest wayward girl. Bull was stark naked, as he was often around the house, as Candice came up to him, giving him a quick kiss and his morning coffee.

Awesome, I need that.

Though he wasn’t sure what had been said, he knew to play it cautious, he knew some of his bitches could be jealous or down right catty when they wanted to. Still they weren't trying to tear out each other’s hair, so far so good. Sometime whores could be such drama queens, as he let the rest of Candice’s statement ramble around in his brain for a moment before speaking.

No last night was good. We went out to one of the clubs, danced and had some fun.

Bull didn’t mention the scene in the restroom or anything else, it really was none of his whore’s business. Standing there he took another sip of his coffee and let the warm liquid trail down his throat as he further awoke. He started the more casual banter.

Good morning girls!

He said as he looked at both of them and smiled. Rachel was looking rough as she still was in last night’s well used outfit, the stains though dried were still there, where Candice was looking good. Bull had no doubt she’d made him money, as she always took care of business, and when she wasn’t doing that she was taking care of him, the best of both worlds in the whore business. There were no sexual harassment laws with prostitutes, and it was his right to enjoy his and for them to serve his ample needs.

I hope everyone is feeling good.

Bull wondered what Candice was going to do, there wasn’t much he could do to stop her, but also he knew she knew better than to piss him off. So he just casually sipped at his coffee and waited to see what would transpire. It wasn’t like at some point some the shit was going to get out. He couldn't help but check out Candice, knowing exactly what was under that robe and how much he enjoyed it. For Bull sex was like breathing it was just a part of everyday life, just a very good part.
 
Rachel had watched with curiosity and mild confusion as the woman in the short red robe kissed Bull before fetching her own coffee. The awkwardness from before only seemed to grow as she tried to figure out the situation between them. Were they related? Were they lovers? An uncertain smile crossed her lips as he mentioned last night being fun, which she supposed was true except for the way it ended. The exact details of that were now a little fuzzy in her head, one of the unfortunate aftereffects of the ecstasy and vodka, although in this case she didn’t mind not remembering. She was still embarrassed enough by what she did recall.

“I’m okay, thanks,” Rachel muttered after a moment, feeling both of the their eyes on her as if waiting for her to react. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do though and so simply poured herself a cup of coffee in one of the clean mugs hanging off the kitchenette. The hostility of the other woman had seemed pretty obvious moments ago, making her worry the two were in a relationship, although she was masking it under a small smile now. Maybe that was for Bull’s sake or maybe Rachel was misunderstanding the situation. She was still wearing her clothes, which she had very obviously ruined last night. It wasn’t exactly a great way to meet someone.

Swallowing uncomfortably, she placed the mug down, and started to walk past them, trying not to stare at Bull and his total lack of clothes. The other woman didn’t even seem to notice it, practically hanging off his arm as she whispered something into his ear. Flushing for no particular reason, somehow guessing whatever she said was about her, Rachel muttered, “I should probably clean up and get dressed… I’ll be right back…” Then hurrying away to the bathroom, where she locked herself inside and ducked into the shower, proceeding to wash away the remains of last night.

****

She was annoyed. She didn’t want to show it in front of Bull because she knew he wouldn’t like it but the little bitch prancing out here in one of her club dresses had left her seething. It wasn’t that she was surprised he’d bring other bitches home, but to give away her clothes and then spend the night partying with this girl while she was out working for him hurt her feelings and her pride. Candice, or Candy as she’d been called ever since she’d moved in with Bull, knew she was his favorite, that they had something a lot more meaningful than he had with his other girls, who were just sources of easy money, not anyone he really cared about, but that didn’t make jealousy simply cease to exist. This new one was pretty and playing the whole innocent schoolgirl thing to the hilt and just way way too young.

“I think she had a rough night,” Candy whispered into Bull’s ear as she walked past, noting with irritations the stains and wrinkles on her dress. Was he already pimping her out? Was she some secret project he’d been working on? Where the fuck had she come from anyways? Once the girl was out of sight, she ran her free hand up his chest, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips as she purred seductively. “You look incredible, babe. You should have told me you were going to the clubs last night. I could have worked them with you. We know we always score so well there together…”

And she hadn’t scored as well as she might have on her own last night. Candy made good money for him, she always had, but the johns weren’t coming quite as steadily of late. Every business had its slow periods though, and it wasn’t like she didn’t do right by him. It shouldn’t be a problem, and she doubted he was going to get mad and beat her or anything, that was for the dumb whores who gave him drama, but she did hate to disappoint him. Especially with a new girl sniffing around all of a sudden. “I left it on the dresser as always, Bull.” Grinning as her fingers with their long pink painted nails drifted down towards his crotch, she added quickly, not wanting money to be the focus already, “You want me to wake him up for you? You know how I love the feel of you in my mouth…” That wasn’t strictly true but she felt she was good at it, and enjoyed hearing him groaning happily as she sucked him off, knowing she was special to him. “…please, baby?”
 
This was always the hard part, keeping all his girls happy all the time. Over the years, Bull had come to a simple conclusion you couldn’t. What you had to do was simply give them a little of what they needed when you could, and when you couldn’t, you couldn’t. So with Rachel off to the shower, Bull didn’t at all worry about her, it was now time to make sure he kept his little whore Candy happy, and if he did, she’d make sure to keep him happy. Life was simple that way.

Next time I’ll take you, we do work well together don’t we baby?

Bull turned the charm on, knowing these whore were starving for attention. Just a little praise and they suck a train of cocks for him, and bring all the money back, proud of what they’d done. Candy was starting to look a little rough, not bad, still very sexy, but the soft innocence was gone, she had that little harder look that most whore had once they’d been in the business for some time. Personally Bull knew some guys really like that innocence shit, younger the better, but for him he almost always preferred the more experienced girls, they knew what they were, and what they were supposed to do, far less micromanaging.

Now you worry less about her, and more about keeping me happy.

Candy went from telling him about the money to playing with his monster, which made him a bit suspicious, but he played along. The little pleading in her voice pleased him, was worthy of note, if it was sincere or not really wasn’t important, some actors could take lessons from his whores. Still he knew with a new girl around, she’d want to establish her place. Fuck all the whores knew the pecking order was based on who brought the most home. They all knew Bull didn’t care if you screwed one dumb fuck for a thousand or a whole bar at a hundred a pop, who gave him the most was his favorite.

Sure baby, he misses you too! Suck my cock, and show me why you’re my best sexy girl!

Bull wasn’t shy or subtle, and even though he knew the new girl was in the shower, it was time to take care of one of his other girls. He wasn’t going to hide who he was, and if new girl came is so be it. Yeah, he’d prefer to wait for it, till he had more time with her, but if it was going to happen, it was going to happen, not like at some point they all figured it out.

I’ve got some cock cream for that coffee.

Most men hid or masked them their thoughts rather than reveal them, but Bull didn’t have to do that bullshit. If he had a carnal desire or need he just said it, there was no game playing, no trying to beg his wife for a special night, or pleading with her to swallow. He just took what he wanted when it, it was that simple, their were his property, he owned their asses.
 
“Mmm, baby, that sounds sooo good,” Candy whispered at Bull’s crude joke, smiling up at him as she dropped down to her knees, soft nimble fingers with their long red nails stroking him to life. The direct often demanding way that he talked to her when it came to sex had stopped seeming anything but normal long ago. She’d been living with him for over five years now and Bull had become her life. It made things very simple. She kept him happy and he kept her happy in return. It was them against the world, the way Candy saw it, and the johns were nobody important, just losers they milked for cash. Bull gave her protection and shelter and drugs when she needed them, and she gave him loyalty and whatever money she earned to keep them both living well. It was a good arrangement. And unlike his other girls, who were just dumb bitches he was using, she knew that she actually mattered to him. In the end it would just be the two of them...

Candice had been runaway when they first met, a high school dropout escaping her abusive stepfather. She had run into Bull at a party and they’d hit it off, with him making the offer to get in touch if she ever needed anything or wanted to finally get away from her mom’s asshole husband. That the arrangement would involve fucking him didn’t really come as a surprise. Candice wasn’t nearly as naivete as some of the girls he took in. She’d been with a number of guys already and knew how to fuck or thought she did. Bull had admittedly taught her a lot since then. Living with Bull and getting regular sessions with his big cock was pretty much heaven at first, at least until the other shoe dropped.

Candy hadn’t wanted to do it. When he brought the first guy over and told her she was to show him a good time, she’d understood right away and was angry. When he made it clear that this was the price of staying with him, she’d sullenly given in – she had no intention of leaving and had nowhere else to go if she did – before intentionally giving the john the worst blowjob of his life. He’d refused to pay and she got to see Bull get mad. Candy later learned that it was rare for him to become violent with his girls, but she’d pushed it, and strangely enough he’d only had to do it once. Afterwards she simply accepted that this was the way it was going to be now. If she was to stay with Bull she would have to do what he said or pay the consequences. Before long she was finding her own reluctance silly anyways. It was easy money for them both and didn’t actually mean anything. The guys who paid for it were the suckers and never got as good as she gave to Bull by half.

Running the tip of her pink tongue from the head of his cock to the base, Candy purred, massaging his balls with her other hand. She gazed up at him as she wrapped her mouth around the tip, cheeks growing taut as she applied a little suction, swirling him in her mouth. Easing down with expert practice, his huge cock disappeared inch by inch up into her supple red lips, caressed by the tight moist cavern of her throat. She had sucked enough cocks that suppressing her gag reflex was easy, eventually taking all of him, and holding him there as her pale blue eyes met his from her spot between his legs. Then she began to move herself up and down him, making soft pleased noises as though his monster being lodged in her throat was pleasant rather than uncomfortable. Candy did enjoy pleasing him though and with the new girl around it was good to remind why she was and always would be his favorite…
 
Bull wasn’t surprised in the least as Candy dropped to her knees to service his cock. She was a whore, his whore, and though she did this probably for love or affection, it didn’t matter the reasons, all that mattered to Bull was the results. Just like this girl he was breaking in now, Candy had started out young, basically inexperienced, and he’d molded her into a money making fuck machine. They all protested and whined, but once they got used to it, they all did what came natural, and in no time they were filling his wallet, by stuffing their cunts, mouths, or asses full of cock, it didn’t fucking matter which.

Oh eat that fucking cock meat!

The thing was purring like a kitten as she sucked on his growing length, her tiny hand playing with his big balls. Though she had started to develop those hard lines, and well used look, it still didn’t take away from her skills as more and more of his cock disappeared past her lips and into her mouth and throat. He stood over her smiling as all of his cock disappeared into her mouth, a feat that only a few girls could do.

Swallow that dick baby!

He hadn’t even grabbed her head and she was already moving up and down his length with the professionalism of whore. Why any man wouldn’t train his bitch to take care of him properly Bull didn’t know. Candy had proven herself not only a good whore, but an eager cum dump, who seemed to always find time to take a load, more often than not at her own instigation. Bull took pride in the fact that he could service his girls, and keep the majority of them happy.

Fuck Candy, you are so fucking good at that! Damn Bitch!

Bull said with affection, his hand naturally coming down to caress her head, as she impaled her face on his length. It was a treat to wake up and have this done, or to come home, and bury his length in her mouth or any of her other holes. It would take the new girl some time, if she ever learned this talent. Bull’s hips naturally began to rotate in motion to her face inhaling his length, matching her rhythm, as he began to face fuck her or was that throat fuck him. He let her withdraw his ample length when she needed air, otherwise, he enjoyed every inch buried in her, knees bending to feed her hungry mouth with cock.
 
Candy’s head bobbed atop Bull’s thick tool, red lips stretched wide around its fat girth as her bleached blonde hair swished over her shoulders. It was uncomfortable the way he ground his hips against her face, coarse pubic hair scratching her nose and chin, shaft filling her entire throat like a sheath while she forced back her gag reflex from years of practice. She was still pleased though. Sometimes fucking Bull was immensely pleasurable, more than any other man she’d known, especially when he filled her eager pussy, kept as tight as possible given her work through regular exercising of the muscles. Other times it hurt, especially when he forced it into her ass, no amount of lubricant able to make it feel like anything other than the blunt end of baseball bat reaming her out.

What made her happy was the fact he was happy. He kept encouraging her to take his ‘meat’ while calling his bitch. She was his bitch, the best one, and she was proud of that. Candy could hear the affection and praise in his voice, and they both knew nobody could take his cock this way or make him feel as good. Would any of his other girls had gotten down on their knees first thing in the morning to suck him off with no cajoling or threats and bribes or anything? That new girl? Please. He’d be lucky if someone that green even knew how to get him off, let alone take his whole length. She was special to him, irreplaceable, and she wanted Bull to remember that. He might have found some new younger piece of ass on some cheap street corner, but she’d never replace what they had together.

“Mmmgg…” she murmured as she felt him twitching, cock abruptly spurting its cream into her throat and mouth. Candy knew from experience she had to swallow quickly to keep from having a gooey mess spilling down onto her nice red silk robe. Squeezing his balls gently, she wrapped her fingers around his base as she pulled back, pumping the last few spurts onto her tongue. Opening her mouth to show him as her lips left his cock with a wet pop, Candy drank the rest of his sticky seed down then licked the length of his shaft clean, tongue swirling around the still swollen tip before trailing over her own plump lips. “Mmm, baby, that was soooo good.” Reaching up to dab at her eyes, left watering from the discomfort of having his mammoth cock wedged in her throat, Candy rose back up slowly, the belt of her robe loosening enough that flaps opened, exposing most of her full round breasts. She left it that way as she settled back in her seat, crossing her legs demurely as though hadn't just been down on her knees, sucking her pimp’s cock. “I just thought you looked like you could use that…”

****

Back in the bathroom, Rachel stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water run until it almost burned her fair skin. She felt like she could clean and clean and never have the filth of last night gone. The security guard had come back into her memory the more she woke up, and she knew she’d had to do something for him. Had she actually given him a blowjob? A total stranger in a restroom stall? Just the thought made her blush darkly from the shame of it. She had always thought of herself as a good girl – not some fucking princess or anything of course, but smart and clean and not just another trashy slut who fucked any guy who got her drunk or gave her a hit of weed.

She’d convinced herself that it was different with Bull, despite the weird start to things, but now she wasn’t sure. Maybe she’d been stupid. Who was that other girl out there? He’d told her several different women lived here and how did that make sense? She looked rough too. Not ugly or anything, in fact her body language seemed to ooze sex, and the clothes she’d been sorting through last night were about as revealing as she’d ever seen. Rachel knew she wasn’t his sister or anything like that given the way she’d been clinging on to him. They were obviously a couple and yet she wasn’t shocked about her being here, and even dressed in her clothes. What did that mean?

She was starting to understand, even though she didn’t want to believe it. Stepping out of the shower, she dried off quickly and brushed out her hair before fetching her jeans and T-shirt from the bedroom floor. When Rachel walked back out they were both sitting at the table, and the woman was giggling about something, before glancing up to give her a superior look. Speaking loud enough so that she was forced to hear, the blonde slid her hand over Bull’s own, purring, “So did you like the blowjob baby? Not many girls can take you that way can they? Most don’t even know what to do with a real man that size, but you know I love it.”

Face flushing, Rachel paused there in front of the bedroom door, realizing as the woman licked her lips that she must have just sucked him off while she was in the shower. She was a whore. It was obvious. And she was friends with Bull. “Maybe… maybe I should go? I don’t want to interrupt anything… I appreciate last night but… I can probably find my own way back home…”
 
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