I ignored her frightened glance and sat down on the bed to remove my prison issue boots. I chucked them aside along with the socks and drew my jeans down to my ankles and pulled them off. I stood and shucked my boxers and turned back to her. I could see that her lips were trembling. I was used to having that effect on girls, so I let it go. I crawled up on the bed and told her to lie down on her back. She must have understood me, or deciphered my hand gestures, because she instantly complied. Like a good whore, she spread her thighs and lifted her knees.

I crawled up to her. Her eyes followed me anxiously. I hadn't had such a delectable morsel available to me since I had left Paliba four months ago. I had gotten to fuck Natasha while we were holding her, but she was a little skinny and boney, although a very enthusiastic fuck. And, of course, Audrey, but that had been a one off while sitting in Draco's Lincoln and although Audrey was attractive, she wasn't as near a perfect specimen as Selena. If God gave you a little kit where you could come up with your own dream girl, you would come up with someone like her.

I slipped myself between her spread legs and loomed over her. Her pussy was invitingly displayed. Carla, or whoever made these decisions around here, had left a little trail of close cropped black pubic hair on either side of her mons and a little tuft above it. It was very compelling. I mean, I love the sight of a hairless cunt. For some reason, to me, it makes the girl look so much more defenseless and available. And for the girl, I guess, it made her feel more naked than naked could be and emphasized that she had no control over her body and no right to hide or veil any part of her.

But there was something about a crevasse bordered by hair that made the woman look more animalistic, like the creature of flesh and blood that had crawled out of the primeval forest a hundred thousand years ago. "Here I am," it said. "Can you handle me?"

I pressed myself down on the girl, achieving maximum contact between our skin. My cock was already hard and I laid it on her belly. Her hands were spread out on either side of her. I pulled the pillow out from under her head and tossed it aside so that she was lying flat on her back. I took her hands and raised them above her, locked them together, and connected them to a chain leading from the headboard. I lowered my face to hers and brushed her lips with mine. I could smell her fecundity. She squirmed just a bit under me, her breasts pressed up against my chest, and she released a soft whine. I slipped my tongue past her lips and entered her mouth.

Warmth flowed through me as I pursued her tongue. The girl kissed me back, her lips hard against mine. I didn't know how long she had served at Diskare's little resort, but she was a well-trained whore. I kissed her for a long time and my lusts rose and rose. My Johnson was just begging for a warm, moist hole to bury itself in, but I was still, if only temporarily, in command, and I wanted to prolong my enjoyment.

I broke our kiss and started to slide down her. I stopped at her breasts. Lying on my left elbow, I took hold of her left breast with my right hand and gave it a squeeze. It was very suitably plump, soft and resilient. I lowered my lips to her other breast, took her nipple in my mouth and began a soft suckle. I lathered her teat and areola with my tongue, and then gave her teat a little nip which made the girl release a little squeal. I shifted hands and breasts, caressing, kneading, mushing her right breast, pulling at the nipple, giving it firm pinches while I sucked hard and long on her other. She squirmed a bit, her hips shifting under me and she released a long sigh. I rose and started drifting my tongue down her belly, squeezing her breasts with both hands, lathering my tongue on her delicious skin, kissing it, letting my lips slide along it. My cock was as stiff as a narwhal's horn and calling out for its satisfaction, but I was too enamored of drinking in the young girl's flesh to give in to it.

I drew myself back further and further, letting my tongue and lips explore her lower belly all the way down to the apex of her crux. I drifted my hands down her belly and then spread them along her distended thighs, taking in their warmth and softness. I looked up at the girl. Her brown eyes had gone soft and limpid and her lips were ajar. Her nipples were as stiff as darts and a pinkness had started to spread across her chest. A glimmer of perspiration had spread over her, making her skin look slick.

I looked down at her mons. Her outer lips had grown puffy and there was a glistening between them. I scrunched myself back some more, lowered my head, and dragged my flattened tongue the length of her crevasse, from the very bottom to the very top. The girl took in a deep breath. Her hips squirmed and her thighs quivered under my hands. A wave of lust passed through me.

I teased and stroked her quim for a long time. The aroma and taste made my head swim. The girl started moaning, sounds that reinforced my pleasure. I had always had a thing for sucking cunts. A lot of whores won't let you do it. It's too personal, and they are not there for their pleasure. It's just a business transaction after all. But the girls under Tony's rule didn't have much say in it and they would often cry in shame after I had driven them to repeated unwanted orgasms, especially the new ones.

I had befriended a number of older whores while I was in A.C. They didn't mind it at all and enjoyed someone looking out for their pleasure for once. They knew that the clock was running on them and treasured the chance at having some young, if brutish buck servicing them. Tony collected tributes from most of the pimps in town and they usually didn't mind me using their property once in a while. It helped keep the whores content, giving them something to look forward to and helped keep them in line too since they knew that I would be one of the guys hunting them down if they ever had a thought about taking a powder. None of these relationships, if you want to call them that, lasted too long though as the pimps were always trading girls around and I would find out that Grace or Shakira or Juanita had been sold to some outfit from Philly or New York or Miami.

Encouraged by the girl's moans, I began a gentle suckle on her nubbin while my hands roamed her belly and thighs. When I gave her clit a long, hard suck she issued a groan and lifted her hips. Then I really went to town, flitting my tongue rapidly over her bud, lavering her slice swiftly again and again, burying my tongue in her little hole, teasing its edges, licking at the upper wall. She was breathing heavily and moaning and squirming. Her thighs were shuddering. I subsumed her button deep into my mouth, running my tongue over and around it again and again, flicking at it, rubbing at it. The girl gave a deep, loud groan, a few whines of seeming protest and then her whole body began to writhe and squirrel. She called out, "Oooooouuuuu! Oooooouuuuu! Oooooouuuuu! Oooooouuuuu! Oooooouuuuu!' Her hips bucked and jerked. I could hear her hands yanking at their chain.

I let her settle down a bit, kissing the outside of her pudendum, kissing her belly and thighs, running my hands up over her stomach and her breasts. She was releasing long, soft sighs of satisfaction. But then I got right back to work. She released a loud whine when I dragged my tongue up and down her slit once more. But she was quickly into the spirit of the thing as I serviced her, squirming and rotating her hips, thrusting her cunt up at me, moaning and groaning. When she came this time, her ejaculations seemed almost the product of intolerable pain as she groaned, "Aurgh! Aurgh! Aurgh! Aurgh! Aurgh!"

My lusts were on high boil. My cock was yelling, "Come on! Now! Now! Bury me somewhere hot and soft! Now! Now!"