Unknown: Young model sluts from hell

They were still playing around, but now there was a heavier sensual aspect to their reveling that was apparently induced by the exceptional amounts of cocaine they had snorted.

Billie had scooped several fingers into the coke pile and taken the heap over to where Susan was reclining on a plush pillow. "Open up your legs, sweetheart… you'll like this."

"Whatcha gonna do," little Susan asked, her speech slurred.

"I'm gonna rub it between your legs, that's what."

"Oh God, yea that sounds great," she exclaimed as she settled on her back and drew her long legs up, back and apart with a little girl's glee, and with the exceptional grace and ease only the truly beautiful can manage effortlessly.

Billie rubbed the pile of cocaine onto the cleft between her legs, scooping extra right onto her slit, then pushing it up into the elastic mouth of her tiny vagina with his index finger. In total he had at least seven or eight grams of the high grade Peruvian cocaine to apply to the little promiscuous girl's crotch.

Susan threw back her head with its long dark hair flowing and sighed as her pelvis twitched at each insertion of Billie's finger into her tight slit.

Lynn lay back and giggled. "Goddamn girl, last time I did that, I couldn't feel anything down there for three days! But I still had to keep something stuck up me just because it ached so bad." I totally wore out about four guys – but they fucking loved it.

"Fucking look at that Nick! Look! She's top grade! Look at those legs! And no hair!" The girl exhibited her legs to great advantage as Billie applied the coke. They flailed and scissored back and forth and up and down showing their exceptional shapeliness in the drying stockings that wrapped them. They pulled back naturally, giving easy access to her succulent crotch – her small feet arched daintily like a little-girl ballet dancer's.

No doubt the young girl realized the value of exhibiting her natural charms to full advantage since she knew Mr. G. could still be watching. Lynn had informed Susan that she should "act sexy", since the guy that could make her a modeling star would be watching her every move. What he thought of her would determine what she would get and even whether or not she could even stay with her new friends in the palatial compound.

"God look how limber she is, Nick! I can't wait to feel that spread around this," Steve gripped his erection which was protruding painfully from his dressing robe. He ran his hand slowly up and down its truly exceptional length, unusually excited at Nick's latest find.

Nick looked away from the monitors, having long ago learned that paying attention to any of the guests in the compound only made him horny. As Steve's chief domestic assistant, Nick's job was to carry out Steve's instructions related to keeping all persons in the compound happy.

Steve turned to Nick, "Where is Tina? Get her in here," he asked impatiently.

"Here she is. We're finished now," Sherry said. Sherry was a young blond in a black, leather bustier, wearing only a thong, black thigh-high stockings with runs and holes, and platform "disco" shoes. She led Tina over the black slate floor of the landing above, and down the few stairs to the settee where Steve was ensconced, his robe slightly parted and his mighty cock obscenely erected on his lower stomach, almost to his navel.

"Oh, thank-you Sherry. I hope you weren't busy or anything."

"Not at all, Mr. G.," she replied with a smile. I was just going over an outfit Lisa's wearing when she meets Maitlan tomorrow. Lisa was one of Steve's front-line models and Maitlan was the owner of Know! the largest advertiser of fashion in the world.

"Oh, a new one?" Sherry asked, looking at the large monitor.

"She's cute. What's her name?"

Steve looked at Nick, "What is it Nick? Susan! That's it! Isn't she something?" he exclaimed, wringing his hands like an excited schoolboy.

"Oh yeah, God what a little body. I bet she can photograph like a dream. Look at those cheekbones and that posture. Let me know when you're ready for her wardrobe – or anything else you might require," Sherry offered and then said, "Tina was sleepy, but we got her dressed and she did a couple of hits. Isn't she cute in those shorts and shoes?" She presented Tina with her arm around the gorgeous girl's waist.

"Absolutely gorgeous," Steve replied.

"And I know how you like her little nipples to show through this sheer Chantilly gauze," Sherry said as she kissed Tina good-bye while caressing and squeezing her high ass with one hand and pinching her little-girl nipples with the other. Sherry's job was to accentuate the girls' natural beauty with stylish clothing and grooming. She also liked to rub her pussy on the girls sometimes and had often slept with Lynn, when Lynn didn't have any male friends over.

"Thanks, Sherry, baby," Steve winked at her and reached out his muscular, tan arm to Tina.

"Hi, sweetheart. How are ya. Did you get a good rest?" He asked the girl Sherry had brought him.

Tina, an absolutely striking 5'7," brunette, nodded her beautiful, gaunt head, an impish but naughty pout on her regal face. She lay down and snuggled up to Steve on the settee, settling her heavenly, opulent breasts against Steve's well-defined chest. The only thing separating their chests, the sheer, gauze blouse, was cut in a vee across her, succulent breasts, and then plunged to her midriff. She gave him an affectionate hug as she lay next to him.

"God, honey, I missed you," Steve murmured into her delicate ear.

"Let me see ya," he intoned.

"God, you look great, honey. Let's see what you're wearing." Steve perused Tina's languid form as she raised her long arms and stretched them above her head, simply because she knew she was irresistible in that pose.

Tina was also one of Models' Inc.'s front line models and was regularly featured in layouts in the major fashion magazines. She had worked for several of the industry's most prestigious accounts. She also loved sex, in fact, she had been being incorrigibly slutty until Steve had taken an interest in her several weeks ago.

Steve placed his hand on her flat abdomen and ran it up to her breasts. He gently tugged on a golden hoop that pierced her left nipple and leaned over her to tongue it through the black gauze where it joined her breast. Tina mewed like a luxuriating cat, stretched and arched her shapely back off the settee. Her long, slender legs were slightly spread and connected to a compact, tight, hard ass only a 14 year-old can have.

"Fuck, honey, I've been horny without ya," he whispered into her ear. He ran his hand down her long, sinuous body to her right ass-cheek and slapped it playfully. Tina stuck her tongue out and wet her succulent lips, her tongue, and a little smile, lingered. A gold post was embedded in the tip of her wisp-of-a-tongue and she wiggled it at Steve.

"You nasty little cunt," Steve hissed at her playfully.

"Do you need some more of this dick?" Steve grasped his erect cock and pressed it into the coquette's thigh and ran his hand up to the crotch of her tight, black, silk shorts where he cupped the cleft between her legs, pressing into her sex. He rubbed her softly at that juncture, and then he worked his fingers up the inside of her thigh, between the narrow strip of thin silk and the girls warm flesh. There he slid his fingers into the side of the immodest shorts and stroked the tiny slit of her cunt for a few moments. Then he deftly unsnapped the crotch – a special feature he had designed into many of the clothes his girls wore.

Once her crotch cloth was unsnapped, he gripped her naked, teenage cunt unimpeded, while she whimpered, cooed and caressed his face. He lightly rubbed her there while he flicked his tongue into her mouth, framed by her little red lips, and dueled with her gold-studded tongue.