by Writing Shark
You show Elle a new world
“Come here. Let’s sit down.” Everything is going according to plan. Little Elle is not intelligent or strong enough to resist you and it is she herself who is now following the path you have prepared for her. Together you sit on the couch where you fucked Heilee and Amy less than an hour ago. The contrast is sharp, but that’s what you want from your little angel.
Without waiting, you put an arm around her shoulder and Elle melts against your body, smiling contentedly at you. Showbiz is so easy when you do it right. You’re either dealing with willing whores like Hailee Steinfeld who know what they’re worth, bitchy sluts like Emma Watson who just need a hard fuck to crumble or young, naive princesses like Elle Fanning who would do anything for your protection and closeness. Her mother just wanted to protect her from men like you and drove her right into your arms. You look down at the young girl at your side.
“I respect your wish. And of course, I’m happy to work with someone as great as you, Elle,” you smile. “But you’ve never been at the point in your life where you are now. Do you know what I expect from my clients?” The girl ponders and nibbles on her lower lip. She is wearing a simple white shirt and tight jeans that stop at her lower legs. White sneakers do the rest. She looks pretty but plain.
“Obedience?”
Too simple.
“That’s right. Well done.” You give her a little hug, shaking the little body in your arms. “Only if you do what I say can I protect you. You have a great opportunity now, but also a great responsibility. We have your mother to thank for that.” Elle frowns, thinking only of the negative aspect of the sentence, her mother’s influence.
“I’ll do what you say, Damian,” she says firmly. “And you protect me.” The pain on your face is only pretended. It hurts you a little to share this sweet thing with others. But you can’t make an exception.
“If you want to be a star, you have to do things you won’t like. That’s the hard truth of Hollywood.”
“Okay. What things?” The moment of truth has arrived.
“Sexual things.” Elle sits up abruptly and looks at you in shock.
“What? Sex… Sexual things?” You nod and continue talking quickly before Elle can get the wrong idea with her girlish brain.
“It has to be Elle. You know that.”
“No.”
“Yes, you do. Deep down you know that beautiful women can only get ahead with one thing. And you are a beautiful woman.” You reach out your hand towards her face, but then flinch before she can decide on a response. “I’m sorry it’s like this Elle, I really am.” You see the confusion on her face. Time to strike. “You’re like a daughter to me. I don’t want to expose you to that.” And then it’s you who gets up and leaves the girl sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands clasped in her lap and her knees pushed together. “We should call this off. Your mother will be angry… at us… but I’ll deal with that.” Elle mumbles something. “What are you saying?” You turn to face her.
“No.”
Gotcha! A child’s game.
“Is it because of your mom? You don’t have to be afraid of her Elle. She’s not in charge. I am. And I care about you.” Elle shakes her head in a very girly, defiant way and pouts in a way you want to lock her in your basement and fuck her for weeks straight.
“It’s not my mother.” She looks up at you with round eyes. “Then you’re not here anymore.”
You have to try hard not to grin as she reaches out her dainty hands, touches your hands and brings them to her cheek, where she wants them. Your thumb strokes her warm, clean skin and her big, moist eyes look at you pleadingly.
“I want this Damian, I really do,” she says in a soft voice. You are way to strong for her, she’s already under your spell. Alone and in search of a helping hand. “For you. And for me. I know I’ll like it. Just… can you help me? I don’t know what… what to do.” She looks up at you, holds her breath and speaks. “Can you teach me? Please?”
You sit on the couch again, together, Elle next to you, leaning against you in trust and what is the seed of love. Her hair falls over your shoulder and you look down at her. She looks down too. At the impressive tent in your pants. Your hands move, Elle breathes faster. Then she holds her breath as you unbutton your fly.
“Oh… oh… oh…” she mumbles again and again as your cock struggles to get out of his prison like a wild animal. Then it’s done. “Hh… my god…” You pat her head fatherly. “Are… are they all… this big and… hard?”
“Most of them get hard,” you say. The thought of fucking Elle to pieces has made you hard. Gentle sex isn’t really for you. But for getting the girl in your stable, you’re patient. “Pat him.”
“Wow…” she just goes, “O-Okay…” Then her fingers wrap around your cock, first flinching, then encircling the hot, hard rod. “Wow… What… What now?” Her voice betrays the excitement of being exposed to something so new and powerfull. There is fear, but also desire. And you know how to use both to your advantage.
“Squeeze a little harder and move your hand up and down. Just like this.” Elle giggles as she feels you twitch. “Most people won’t be this gentle, Elle,” you admonish her, “but I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you, Damian.”
“A little faster now.”
“Okay. Like this?”
“Yes.” She’s not particularly good, but you don’t expect her to be.
“Spit in your hands.” She looks at you dumbly but then follows, sniffing firstly on her fingers. Her girlish giggles drive you wild while she spitz on them but you are strong and guide her smeared hand back to your cock. The main thing is that she’s pretty, then you take what you want from her.
“How long should I do this? Can I do anything better?” she says while letting her dainty hands glide over your throbbing dick.
“You’ll get enough training,” you simply say, heart pounding in your chest.
“From you?” You nod. Elle smiles happily.
“Remember, you’ll be with men. At some point, most of them will want to take you.”
“What… what do I do then?”
“I’ll show you,” you say, “but not now.” And Elle actually looks disappointed.
“Why not now? Am I doing something wrong?”
“You’re not supposed to contradict me, Elle,” you say sternly and pull her shiny hand back from your hard spear.
“Yes. I apologize.” You kneel down in front of Elle, who shyly presses her legs together.
“In this business, sex is a currency, Elle. Not something you do for fun. It is something you do for me.” She nods and looks anxious. You reassure her with a smile and stroke her warm thighs. “That’s why it helps a girl to enjoy being used. That’s what I want to teach you.” With these words, you move your hands to her belt.
“Oh… I’ve seen this on the internet…” she mumbles as you unbutton her belt and pull down her pants with swift moves. She is wearing plain gray underpants on which a dark stain is already visible.
“What comes next is still new for you. I want you to concentrate fully on me and imagine what it’s like when I fuck you. Can you do that for me Elle?” She nods eagerly and turns red. “Good girl.” Then you pull down her underpants. She instinctively squeezes her legs together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers automatically and relaxes. Allows you to pull her legs apart. You give her a fatherly smile.
Writing Shark 