Let's Make a Deal (vertigis & Tyr)

[vertigis]

Bull’s encouraging voice now filled the cab of his flashy sports car along with the lewd wet sounds of Rachel slurping and gagging on his fat cock. She tried to put aside the embarrassment of doing this in a public place, and instead focus just on what he was saying. Take it slow. A little at a time. There was no rush. Pulling back on her clumsy frantic pace, the young girl repositioned her small hand around his thick girth, and began to bob her head atop his length in a more methodical rate, keeping her throat widened and taking just a few inches more of him into her throat each time she lowered it. The feel of him sinking deeper still made her eyes water and want to cough, but the effort proved more successful, and soon she was able to hold him in there for a few seconds length before pulling back up and sucking in a quick breath of air.

All the while his large thick fingers continued rub against her moist folds and flick at her little clit, juices dripping down over their tips and past the big knuckles. Rachel found herself pumping her hips against him faintly, grinding her pussy over his hand, all the day’s teasing and flirtations having rendered her desperate for some relief. It was also the very first time anyone had stimulated her that way besides herself. Bull seemed to know her body as well as she did though, if not better, and how to touch her in a way that sent tingles of arousal up her wet pussy. Her emotions about Bull and how he made his living remained confused and conflicted but there was one thing not in doubt – he could make her feel pleasure like she’d never known before with anyone else, and it was intoxicating and instantly addictive for a young woman like herself, one starving for attention and desperate to experience the fun and excitement of life she felt she’d missed out on.

“Glkk… ngg…” Little murmurs and moans escaping between her stuffed lips as she held him in her throat one last time and then pulled back slowly, running her tongue along his hard length. Rachel’s eyes widened suddenly then, inexperience showing as she was caught by surprise when his cock tensed and began to spurt its creamy load into her mouth. She had to control the urge to spit it out or pull away, swallowing the salty cum while it gathered on her tongue. Waiting until he was finished before raising her head up, she looked into his face, wiping at her wet pink lips with the back of her hand. She clearly expected him to finish her off as well and a look of surprise flitted over her youthful features when his fingers pulled back out from under her skirt instead, leaving her pussy dripping onto her thighs but without any kind of climax of her own. “Bull?” she asked, panting faintly as she caught her breath, wondering if they were done or if he had something else in mind.

 

[Tyr]

As much as Bull liked living on the wild side, he wasn’t dumb either, getting caught by law enforcement with some under aged girl going down on your cock wasn’t in his plan. Still he watched out for anyone, as she filled her mouth and more with his massive length, obscenely slurping and gagging on it. The little thing was feasting on his length clearly enjoying the task. Bull wasn’t even sure if she was consciously or unconsciously rubbing her cunt against his fingers, but more and more her sexuality was become less concealed and more unrestrained. He could feel her respond positively to his words, renewing her effort, trying to take as much cock as she could into her young inexperienced mouth. Smiling his dick let loose in a torrent of hot creamy cum, his finger withdrawing from her wet pussy, as she struggled to consume his entire load. He watched her cheeks indent as she slurped down the slimy ropes. Finally her eyes coming up to look at him, Bull smiled back.

You did good girl! I’m proud of you, I needed that.

His large hand gently strokes the side of her face and head, purposely giving her positive reinforcement for having done it. If she wanted his attention or praise it would mostly only come from her sexual objectification. The more she embodied overt sexual needs and desires, the more he would praise her and pay attention. For Bull it was simple the more she learned to please men, the happier they both would be.

We should be going, don’t want to get caught. You’re so fucking hot! I want you so bad, that was just a fucking appetizer, now I want the main course. Still we need to shop, we’ll just have to find a way have some more fun, won't we?

Bull gently slaps her ass with affection, as he turns his attention back to the car, starting the engine, and while it warmed up putting his ample spent length away. He knew she was expecting more, and by now wanting more, but not yet. For maximum effect he knew to hold out, to make her become the sexual aggressor, for her to find ways to satiate the fire that now burned between her legs. As the passive partner she could always fall back on, or blame it on him, once she started to become more sexually overt and aggressive he knew she would have no one to pass judgement on but herself. She needed to feel like and see herself as a sexual thing for him to succeed, to for her worth to be tied to her sexuality.

Well let’s get going!

Pulling out, Bull proceeded to their next destination, knowing each stop was going to add to her growing attire and changing persona. Nothing like shoes to make a woman.

 

[vertigis]

Rachel gazed back at Bull with flushed cheeks, still tasting him on her tongue, as he caressed the sides of her face. It was obvious he was much happier than he’d been in the store where she’d reacted with such embarrassment when he groped her atop his lap. She had tried not to think about all the people walking back and forth from the mall to the parking lot while pleasuring him. He was keeping an eye out even as her little head bobbed atop his fat cock, and this time nothing at all happened. Nobody interrupted them and it proved a simple enough thing for her to do for him. There was no reason to be ashamed she told herself as no one else even saw or knew – it was just a private moment between them. Rachel was glad Bull was enjoying himself. She was too.

Only… There was a touch of confusion and frustration both in her soft brown eyes as he gave her behind a playful slap and started the engine. They were going now, onto the next store, which placed her in a difficult position. She had been hovering on the edge of climaxing herself, ready for him to plunge his thick pole into her willing pussy, but instead she was left there, wet and unsatisfied, staring at him dumbly as he slipped his softening length back into his pants. “But…” Rachel bit her lip, face reddening further at the thought of asking him bluntly to fuck her – up to this point he had always taken charge – and finally pulled her short little skirt back in place, sitting down again in seat. She did want to finish their shopping trip after all. It’s not like she was some nympho slut or something. She could wait.

As they sped down the highway, heading further downtown towards the expensive boutiques that lined the strip, high end retailers she’d never really visited in person, Rachel felt her excitement climbing again. It was dizzying to think of all the items already packed in the trunk, more things than she’d ever gotten at one time, and far nicer. There was just no way Bull was an entirely bad person, even if he was technically a criminal, selling drugs and sex. He’d kept his promise to her and hadn’t made any demands of her outside that first one in her bedroom, which had probably been for the best. It’s not like she wanted to remain a virgin forever and whatever happened this would be a part of her life she’d remember forever.

Parking along the crowded curb, Rachel walked at Bull’s side into the first of the shoes store, heading automatically towards the styles she usually wore, just as she had at the mall. At home she mostly owned tennis shoes and sandals like the other girls at her school, but some of the sleek sexy boots interested her as well, especially with the outfits she picked up today. Glancing at up at her benefactor – her friend? her date? she wasn’t sure what the right word was – Rachel wondered if he’d want her to pick up some other things too, heels or platforms like the ones she’d seen in Candy’s closet and had worn at the club. She had no idea where she’d wear such thing but it was hard to say ‘no’ if he was wanting to buy her something or see her try it on for him.

 

[Tyr]

Bull accompanied the young girl, as they headed into the shoe store, knowing that she was already changing her behavior. Some things were small and others larger but all of them helping her move closer to what he needed and wanted. As he did in the clothing store he let her go about it at first knowing she already knew what he liked and wanted. He had no doubt that she would in her choices make some or many that were meant to please him. Of course he would smile and reward her for making selections that served his purpose.

Come on let’s have some fun, and get you some hot grown up shoes. You got a hot little body, and nothing like shoes to help make it hotter.

Bull gives her ass a little slap, nothing but an affectionate style smack.

This ass is going to look even better in some heels and platforms.

Smiling Bull was giving her positive encouragement, and rewarding her again for dressing up. Of course his hand rubbed her some more, to keep things going. She needed to know men like and responded to a girl who showed it off or dressed up to please them, again rewarding her for being a sexual object. It was important to tie her person, being and worth to her body and pleasing him, then of course anyone else willing to pay for it.

You are going to look so sexy, that I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands and more off of you.

If she wanted his attention, and that of his cock, she was just going to learn to get it, to be the kind of woman Bull wanted. Now he’d just see what she did.

 

[vertigis]

Rachel smiled back at Bull as he ushered her into the store, his big hand giving her firm behind an affectionate seeming swat through her short skirt. The shyness that had accompanied at the beginning of their shopping trip had long passed by now. In a way their little session in the car had helped with that too. Picking up all these expensive items for herself had felt so wrong at first, even though he had promised and didn’t seem to mind. She couldn’t help but feel like she was taking advantage somehow, knowing that she never could have afforded even a fraction of these purchases on her own and struggling with the compulsion to limit herself as a result. By treating him to a blowjob in the parking lot though it no longer felt so uneven – he was now enjoying their day out too, and that had obviously been the plan from the very start. To make it a fun and sexy little adventure for the both of them.

Something he said as they entered the store had bothered her though. He made another comment about her buying ‘grown up’ shoes the same way he had talked about her needing ‘big girl’ clothes at the mall. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it, of course. He obviously enjoyed playing the guardian role. Rachel told herself that might even be why he’d taken her in in the first place – some kind protective instinct after having seen her drug addict mother, and not just because he hoped to turn her into the next Candy. At the same time though it made her embarrassed. It made her feel like a kid each time he said it. She wanted him to think of her as a woman, not some teenager, and that made her more self-conscious in her choices. Rachel found herself avoiding things that might be thought of as too girlish or cute or high school. Without prompting she was mixing in more choices she never would have normally considered for her own use – high-heels, latex boots, patent leather pumps, anything that screamed sexy and adult.

“You already have trouble keeping your hands off me!” she joked as he praised her choices, hands running teasingly over her tight curves, but she was liking his praise and attention. It emboldened her to try on other things that she would have been too embarrassed to attempt with her friends or among other adults like her mother or step-mother. Slipping on a pair of bright blue eight-inch mules, Rachel modeled them for Bull, the chunky platform heels bringing her toes to a point and causing her behind to bubble outwards. The higher heeled shoes also had the benefit of giving her a few additional inches when standing next to him, making her look a little taller and, in her mind, more like a fashionable young woman than a clueless young schoolgirl. “Do you like these? Are they hot do you think?”

 

[Tyr]

The young thing responded to his prodding, which amused Bull, as the girl went about selecting more and more adult attire. Later, he would make sure she got some clothes that made her look really young, for those john’s that like that kind of thing, that wasn’t necessary now, for he needed her to think of herself differently, and child clothing would just reinforce something he didn’t want. As she picked ones he thought she’d look hot in, he complimented her and encourage her. From platforms to tall boots, anything that said ‘fuck me’, he rewarded with words or a smile.

Looking good baby, that’s hot! Damn!

Again and again he complimented her on her sexuality, rewarding her each time she pushed a boundary or ramped it up. He wanted her to think of herself as a sexual object, making her feel good about it. Knowing that was how she would please him and get his attention. So he watched and waited as she tried on more and more things.

You know I have trouble keeping my hands of something that fucking sexy! Look in the mirror how nice that pair makes your ass look. Fuck yes!

His eyes caressed her, he never hid the fact that he was checking her. Bull wanted her to see him doing it, to know that he was doing it.

That pair would give any guy wood just looking at you. Why don’t you strut your stuff for me and show it off.

Though his language was vulgar and crude, it was affectionate, as he complimented her various choices. When in reach his hands would touch and grope her, pawing at her so she knew she was wanted and desired. That what she was doing was making him happy, and that he saw her as more than some little girl just dressing up. Bull’s touches also were intentional to keep her aroused, on a high, making her feel good, because he wanted to reinforce this experience.

Bend over baby and show me that ass in those shoes. Fuck! Now that’s awesome!

She was coming along nicely he thought, wouldn’t be long till he was making some serious money with a bitch like this. Put her on the street and the fucking cars would screech to the stop, to buy a piece of that ass. He had other plans before he put her out on the street, and just looking at her, those plans were coming together nicely. When she bent over his hand slid right up the back of her legs, and between her legs, to her still uncovered pussy, and began with expert skill play with it.

 

[vertigis]

It was a kind of fantasy come true only Rachel couldn’t say she’d ever had this exact one. It wouldn’t have been believable in her mind. Bull didn’t seem to care what she bought or how much it cost. His only criteria was if he thought it was hot, and his voice was loud enough that it made her blush whenever he complimented the way the towering heels accented her shapely legs and ass. The shoe store clerks said nothing to either of them though, simply carrying the various boxes to the front counter where they’d begun to ring them up. As they did so, Rachel couldn’t but wonder where she was going to put all these things she’d gotten today. There was no way they’d all fit in the same closet that she shared with her sister at home. And she still had no idea how long Bull was going to let her stay with him.

Those were concerns for later though. For now she was simply enjoying the freedom of not worrying about prices or being sensible in her purchases. Bull was letting her have whatever she wanted and, while Rachel had never thought of herself as especially materialistic, it turned out she wanted a lot. She had a whole lifetime of being deprived and never getting the things she wanted, things other girls her age from better families receiving without even needing to ask, to make up for after all. Beyond that it was also fun. Just… Fun. She’d never had an excuse to try on half the things she was modeling for her enthusiastic benefactor – stiletto heels, platform mules, thigh high boots, stuff a girl her age might have normally been discouraged from wearing as too adult and over sexualized for a high school student. Bull seemed to love the look though, and since he was buying that gave her the freedom to try it all, and not worry about where she was ever going to actually wear them in real life. A sexy woman was supposed to have more shoes than she could use anyways.

And the things he said, despite being too loud and embarrassing crude, did make her feel sexy. At times he sounded like he could barely restrain himself, as if he wanted to grab her right there in the store. Nobody had ever lavished her in that kind of attention before or made her feel so irresistibly attractive. Rachel began to believe that maybe she really was as hot as he was saying, but had just never had the right clothes or opportunity to display it. Her mother and her family had held her back in so many ways, more than she’d even realized. There was so much she hadn’t had a chance to experience or learn about herself. Bull was going give her a much needed opportunity to find out. There was no way she couldn’t feel grateful to him for that. He might be bad, given the drugs and prostitution, but it wasn’t a threatening kind of bad, at least not towards her. It was the intriguing, exciting kind. Already a part of Rachel was certain that if she walked away from him she would never meet anyone quite so interesting again, nobody who’d make her feel as special as he was doing.

“Oooh,” she hissed between her teeth as his big hands slipped over her legs and between her soft white thighs. Bull had instructed her to bend over in a pair of strappy white leather eight-inchers, forcing her to balance herself with one hand to the wall and the other grasping her own calf. With the short skirt and lack of panties it left her perilously close to being exposed, and she could feel his fingers slipping between her lips, stroking her folds, teasing her clit while her cheeks lit up. They store clerks could undoubtedly see what they were doing but were pointedly ignoring them, looking busy elsewhere, not about to disturb customers on the verge of making such a huge purchase. “…oh, God…” Rachel murmured, feeling herself growing wet again as he finger-fucked her tight pussy, embarrassed at how risky and public it felt, but restraining any protests, knowing he would stop or call her little girl again if she complained. And she didn’t want that. No, she wanted him to continue.

 

[Tyr]

The young girl might not yet be graceful in her eight inch heeled shoes, but they did everything to make her look like a real woman, and a real woman to Bull was a slut and a whore, anything else was a waste. So Bull’s big hand played with her as she moved showing off and displaying her body for his pleasure, as it should be. She never even protested as he finger fucked her tight little pussy with his thick appendage. Even though she clearly wasn’t comfortably with his attention, her body quickly obeyed and reacted, moving to his finger for maximum access. Overall Bull continued to like the progress that he was making with her. She still had that edge of innocence, and yet her sexual side was coming out stronger and stronger the more he encouraged it.

Oh that’s tight little pussy you have. That pussy is for me isn’t it? That’s my pussy!

Bull was possessive and his girl’s needed to know that. Most of them liked it, knowing they belonged to someone that someone cared and protected them. Of course with possession came ownership, as soon enough this girl would learn just how much Bull owned her, from her hair, to her nails, to her waxed cunt, to the clothes she wore, everything belonged to him. In time, this little sexy thing would learn how to pay him back in full, plus a lot more.

You are one wet and horny girl. Is that all for me?

He said as he pulled his finger from her syrupy hole, bringing it to his mouth and cleaning it. Again pushing her to the edge, but leaving her for the moment unsatisfied. Bull hoped by bringing to the edge, she would become more aggressive in seeking relief, and using her body to garner and keep his attention. Looking over the accumulated items, he smiled at her, and nodded.

Well baby, it looks like we’ve got you some shoes to wear. So what’s next? What else would you like to have or need? What else can we do to make you look pretty?

Dressing the bitches up, was something he actually enjoyed, only because it was a transformation. Never had he met a girl that didn’t feel the way she dressed. Dress them up conservatively and they were conservative, dress them up like sluts, and they were sluts. Latter he get her some school girl outfits and other things that some of the johns liked on the really young girls, but for now the things she was selecting and wearing were serving his purpose nicely.

 

[vertigis]

While Bull’s thick fingers stretched her open, probing her young tight pussy in the middle of the store, Rachel sucked on her plump lower lip, eyes hooded in a mix of arousal and nerves. He had kept her sexually frustrated and on edge all afternoon, requesting that she suck him off in his car earlier while allowing her no similar relief. Coupled with the morning’s strange beginnings involving Candy and the heady excitement of their shopping trip, of finally for once in her life being allowed to get the things she wanted, the day had become an unstoppable whirlwind to the young woman. She felt like she was being carried along in the current, not quite in control, yet not quite wanting to land.

Another bright pink flush lit up her cheeks as he claimed her pussy as his own, continuing to pump his hand back and forth beneath her short skirt. Rachel’s firm behind was pressed hard against his crotch where she could feeling him stirring, as the fabric rode up her shapely white thighs, further exposing her to anyone who glanced their way. The shoe store was mostly empty but not entirely, although the other shoppers were giving them a wide berth. It was intensely embarrassing, everyone had to know what they were doing, and yet she felt no desire to pull away, safe in Bull’s arms as she dripped her juices onto his fingers from her hot needy sex.

When he pulled them free and licked them clean, she was left breathing in shallow pants, once again teetering just on the edge of climaxing. Her face burned a little hotter as she was denied it though, still pressed up against his muscular frame, yet unable to finish unless she did it herself. Rachel wasn’t ready to do that. Straightening her skirt, Rachel required a few seconds to get herself back in order before responding to his question. She already had more than she needed and more than she’d ever hoped to get – but not necessarily more than she wanted of course. While it was unusual for her to wear much makeup, she thought she might pick up some while here, several of these outfits almost required a little something, and then maybe get her hair done if they could get an appointment on short notice. Part of that was just being sensible – he was still paying – but she also found herself wanting to do the full package for Bull. To look as beautiful for him as he kept saying she did.

Rachel stayed in the same outfit rather than change again, wearing it out of the store, the short skirt showing off her long tawny legs and a sleeveless top displaying her smooth bare arms. She caught more than a few glances from the other shoppers in the mall, especially the men, but seeing her pressed up close against Bull, they averted their eyes just as quickly. It was amusing and strange the way people responded to the sight of him, the sight of them together. She definitely wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, at least with Bull to protect her and chase off the creepers just by his presence.

“When we’re done maybe we can get something to eat? For lunch?” she asked, before biting her lip, looking slightly embarrassed at the other thing she wanted to suggest. Leaning upwards after a moment, still feeling the sticky heat between her leg, Rachel added, “And… and maybe we can go someplace private and have some fun? Like we did yesterday at your place…?”

 

[Tyr]

Not surprised Bull could tell the girl was sexually aroused. Her reluctance and even opposition to his touching was passing with each attempt. Did she even realize or understand that she was becoming more sexual and overt the longer she stayed with him. The way she moved, tilted or turned to entice his attention, hoping this was the time he would take and satisfy her. The same girl who screamed and protested at her mother selling her and him taking her virginity, now sought his attention. The want, the desire, the need wasn’t only obvious in her eyes, but in her body and the way she moved in relation to him. Bull was pleased, she was a whore in the making, and soon that same look would be filling his pocket with cash.

Sure if you need some accessories or such let’s do it. Don’t want to get all these nice clothes and not finish it off.

As before Bull was being helpful, letting her get the things she wanted. A belt, makeup or some other bauble didn’t matter; she was in the end going to pay his back in full and a lot more. For now he just wanted her in his debt, for it always helped when a girl thought she would leave or she was being a lazy skank.

Sure let get something eat, I’m hungry too.

As he said it his eye cast over her attire, please she’d decided to stay in one of the more sexy outfits. Plus the look she game him, didn’t leave much doubt that she was hungry too. Oh she tried to hide it, and the blush on her face spoke to her embarrassment, but that was okay, that mix of innocent and sexy would sell. She still had life in her eyes, that shine and brightness that came from youth and nativity. Later, hopefully much later she’d have that vacant look of that experienced whores got, which really ruined their value, such that really theier best bet was walking the street.

I know a place that serves some decent food and the view isn’t bad either. Plus they may have a place or two that might have privacy.

She was pressed against him, which was another good sign, be it for protection, or her sexual desires, it showed she was looking more and more to him for such things. So his thick arm wrapped around and held her as they checked out and paid for the last of the stuff. If necessary Bull was willing to make a stop or two more before they grabbed a bite to eat if it finished out getting her crap. Still it shouldn’t take long and didn’t. Bull gave thought to various places to eat, but decided on something a little different than she might have. He selected ‘The Bone’ a gentleman’s club that served food during the day, to attract the business clientele, who could charge it off as a business expense. This was a place Bull and his girls frequented for obvious reasons, and he knew that id’s and such wouldn’t be check or asked for. Plus it was a perfect place for his newest bitch to get used to the world of men, and their attention. The place was going to be full of nice cars, and the crowd was predominately men, though a few women were present, several clearly property of men of wealth and means. Bull would come around the car once again, and help her, not in the least shy about having her accompany him. Proud to show her off and to let other guys stare, for in the near future these very same guys would be paying him for it.

 

[vertigis]

Rachel was pleased and more than a little exhausted as the last of their day long shopping spree came to an end. She had purchased more things – Bull had purchased, rather – than she could easily remember, and the knowledge that it was all hers to keep was exhilarating. That her benefactor might be planning to use it as later as a tool to make her feel guilty and indebted to him hadn’t yet crossed her mind. She was experiencing those emotions already to some extent without realizing it, but not to the depths he might be able to leverage later on. Mostly Rachel just felt she owed him a good time for being so cool about things and keeping his word – something there had been very little of from the adults in her own life – and it didn’t hurt that this was a good time she wanted as well. The sex was still very new after all, and exciting, and she’d been teased and frustrated by Bull for hours on end now.

The place they went to for lunch was still a surprise though. She had expected a nice restaurant or maybe even a small café or diner in town, and wouldn’t have complained about either one. Truthfully, Rachel wouldn’t have complained if he’d gone with McDonald’s after all the money he’d already spent on her today. Instead The Bone was obviously some kind of club and the stylized script above the door read ‘gentlemen’s entertainment’ and even she knew what that meant. There was no way she should have been allowed inside such a place being under eighteen but the man watching the entrance merely nodded at Bull, as though he was a common sight around here. It seemed like everywhere they went somebody knew him. It was odd but that somehow made her feel a little important by association too. Rachel had never known anyone that anybody considered worthy of much respect, her own family being broke mostly all the time, and of course her mother the addict.

The people who frequented this place, however, were clearly anything but poor. Unsurprisingly it was largely men they passed and many wore nice jackets and sensible ties, as if they had just gotten off work at one of the office buildings in the city. Several nodded towards Bull and she could feel their eyes raking over her from head-to-toe, making her blush, although it wasn’t altogether unpleasant to Rachel. As far as she knew they were simply admiring her looks in her new outfit, obviously finding her rather attractive given their unabashed interest. That many were also mentally imagining her with her skirt around her ankles and wondering if they could slot a session with this new girl into their day planner was something Rachel didn’t realize, at least not yet. She still didn’t even remotely think of herself as one of Bull’s whores like Candy, even if that’s what everyone else who knew him saw. That he was likely purposely showing her off to potential clients now that she’d been cleaned up at his expense eluded the young woman completely. Return of investment wasn’t something she understood, certainly not in relation to herself.

An attractive hostess in a short mini-dress led them to a table and Rachel scooted into the both next to Bull. She instantly recalled their night at the club, and how he’d felt her up as they’d sat nursing their drinks. That brought a little more color to her cheeks, but hopefully he’d wait until they were in private this time. She was eager to get to that part, to feel him inside her again after so many hours of being taunted with his fingertips, but was genuinely hungry too. There was no reason they couldn’t eat and then have fun afterwards. “What’s good here, Bull? What should I get?” she asked, again deferring to his opinion without quite realizing just how common that was becoming.