Unknown - Young model sluts from hell

The club was a madhouse. The manager was expecting Maitlan. Maitlan had purchased the club several years ago and occasionally came by with several party girls and other friends. But tonight was special; there was electricity in the air. A new era had begun at Know! with the signing of the dynamic trio of young girl models, and everyone seemed to feel it in the air.

As for the girls, they were struttin' it. They had now joined the highest echelon of flesh-talent on the planet and they were out to show they deserved it. And now that the contracts had been signed, nothing they did now would change the success they had achieved. Party time!

Susan grabbed Lisa's hand, squeezed it, and pulled her out for a dance to the throbbing music. The sea of hot bodies parted for them as they took a place on a lighted platform and started to move their bodies. Susan's hip grinding dance style simulated sex and she drug her hands up her thighs as she palpitated her hips to the demanding bass of the Caribbean beat. Her black suede hot-shorts were cut several inches above her ass cheeks and had a silver zipper that ran down the front of her flat tummy, between her legs, and up between her svelte rump cheeks. The small amount of her tit-flesh that was untanned, shown clearly through the diaphanous, silk blouse that flowed freely from her shoulders to just below the jutting tits. Every man's eye in the club was on the two writhing models.

When the next song started, the two nymphs started grinding their breasts against each other and running their hands over each others curvaceous thighs, buttocks, and tits. They stuck their little tongues out and wiggled them sinuously together. Any man that looked at the lewd display for more that ten seconds was bound to get an erection and the women in the club feigned disgust, but were actually just jealous, knowing that either of the girls could easily take any one of their boyfriends. Their boyfriends would go even if they knew the truth: the permissive, sexy, slut-girls would simply use them for their hard cocks before they went on to the next rendezvous with the next stud. But these girls wanted nothing to do with these pathetic islanders.

After several dances, the girls worked their way through the crowd of gaping onlookers over to the bar for a drink. They each ordered a frosty papaya daiquiri and were sipping away when they saw two large black men, grinning shyly, approaching them.

"Oh, my God," Lisa exclaimed. "It's those same guys! The ones in the Ferarri that saw me when I was getting double-fucked in the limo."

"Hi, girls, you looked great dancing up there," they eagerly started the conversation. Were they from Barbados? No. They were players for the Rockets on vacation. Did they follow them to the club? Yes. They admitted they recognized Susan and Lisa from fashion magazines and other media coverage and were big fans. What were they doing later? Nothing without them!

The two models chatted coquettishly with the very large, dark, beefy Negroes. Every guy's eye in the place was on the celebrity basketball stars and the very provocatively built prepubescent super-models. The girls encouraged the Negroes by sidling closer, and in fact, Susan reached out to the biggest Negro and touched his arm – as if to emphasize a point in her conversation. At that, the Negro stud confidently reached out and put his arm about the girl, almost touching her well-displayed nipples and breasts. Susan closed the distance and discreetly rubbed them on his arm and then his lower chest. Even though the teen super-models were tall, they were dwarfed by the huge, hulking basketball stars.

So they told the Steve, Maitlan and Tina they would be home sometime later. They hugged and kissed them good-bye, and Maitlan called for a car for the girls. He also discretely ordered several of his security agents to follow them and make sure they stayed out of trouble. Of course fucking certainly wasn't considered trouble with this crowd.

A large stretch limo awaited the precocious, thirteen year-old party girls' exit from the nightclub, each of them on the arms of the big black NBA stars. The young models rubbed their near bare breasts against the mens' arms as they flitted their lithe, and almost obscenely clad bodies to the open limo door. As they entered, Susan happily swung her tight ass in the clinging, black hot-shorts, with the zipper that ran all the way between her legs, as the untanned tips of her pert tits shown through her gauzy midi-blouse. Lisa flashed the little bare slit between her legs when her tiny skirt rode up her slender thighs and delectable asscheeks as she bent to enter the limousine. The onlookers tried not to stare, but as with anyone, they had a terrible time looking anywhere but at the irresistibly lewd, young models' hard bodies.

The big, hulking athletes slid in close behind the vivacious girls.

"So, studs, what did you have in mind?" Lisa smiled coquettishly up at Eddie as she lay back on the padded black-leather recliner with one leg extended to the floor and the other pulled up to expose her luscious thigh flesh and beyond.

"Well, how would you beautiful girls like a glass of wine over at our hotel?" Eddie asked as he perused the pubescent beauty beside him.

"Sounds great," both of the girls cooed.

The driver was instructed to the big black guys' hotel – the Stouffer Inn. As the car moved away, Eddie put his arm around Lisa's shoulder and then ran his hand down her back to cup one of her pert, little ass mounds, only partially covered by the simply nasty, black mini.

Lisa cooed, "Oh, God that feels good," as she felt his huge hand cup the entire cheek of her impeccable rounded ass. She felt a wave of lust envelope her body as she look down at his black hand contrasting with her golden tan. Knowing that she had no panties on added to the prurient thrill. Her clit stiffened delectably and she poked her tongue out and circled it around her pink lips, signaling to the black stud her sexual excitement.

With a flick of his hand Eddie had slid his hand up under the hem of the skirt and pushed it up a bit. Now Lisa's mini-dress was practically up around her wasp-like waist.

"Now I like a girl that doesn't wear panties," he guffawed. "Christ, Raulo, look at this. This is given me some serious hard-on shit. This is some serious high-class cunt! No offense intended," Eddie exclaimed looking down at the Lolitaesque figure of the little promiscuous thirteen year-old girl-model, her slim arms extended up and around her astonishingly beautiful head in a classic model pose.

His hands swept up and down her thighs as Lisa slowly spread them so he could access the itchy slit between them. As Eddie reclined beside her, she reached up, stretched her arms around his neck and shoulders, and pulled his huge head down and lewdly kissed him open-mouthed.

When his large Negroid lips touched her little candy-pink ones, she she felt overwhelmed by his masculine presence. She grasped his hand and flagrantly moved it down her gaunt body, over her hard-nippled jutting breasts, over her hard, flat tummy, and between her spread legs. She hissed into his mouth: "Oh fuuuuuck. Rub my clit, stud!" She then wantonly folded back her curvaceous thighs so he could more easily rub her little panty-less slit. She hissed and trembled as the single, black digit placed directly on her pink clit brought her almost immediately to a cum. She trembled as she thrust her hips and trembled.

"You know, big black guys like you really do it for me, but Christ. You're so fucking big, you've got to be careful! OK? Now you won't think any less of me if I fuck you now instead of waiting till we get to the hotel, will you?" she giggled. She then reached up under her navel-high blouse and squeezed her own bra-less nipples all the while running her wisp of a tongue over her pouting lips and looking Eddie shamelessly in the eve.