by Writing Shark
Scarlett is a good puppy
Scarlett Johanson can still taste the salty cum on her tongue as she strolls through the airport with large sunglasses on her nose, a friendly smile on her face and waving to fans, her rapist behind her, always concerned about her safety. A short time ago his fingers were in her hair as she waited on him on the long flight home, now the Hollywood star is playing her role.
“We have to go, Miss Johanson,” the man whispers in her ear and acts like a bodyguard. “Mister Stratton is waiting.” Scarlet just nods and signs the last autograph, then gets into the black SUV.
“Where?” she simply asks. The bodyguard and his colleague in the car don’t waste a second and pounce on the actress like starving wolves, seizing the last chance to eat the coveted piece of meat before she is back with her master. In response, Scarlett has a cock shoved into her mouth, which she immediately sucks eagerly. She is well trained.
The A-list star gets out of the car with a new load of sperm on her tongue. She’s at home, her Roman-style villa in L.A. And Damian Stratton is standing in front of the car.
“Hello Sir,” Scarlett says, dropping to her knees on the gravel path. Her muscles tense as his hand strokes her head like a dog, but her pussy is wet and ready for him as it always is. Scarlett Johanson doesn’t need pills or a daddy. She’s so well trained that she just accepts that Damian Stratton is the man who fucks her best. She would do anything for him. And yet she betrays him.
She needs to get tonight off.
“Today I introduced your successor to her new life,” he says in greeting, grabs her hair and leads her into the house at his side, Scarlett on her hands and knees. “And she gave me some nice ideas.”
“You’re not a sly-eyed asian, but the western audience doesn’t want to see that anyway,” grunts Damian an hour later. “And what are you planning to do this evening?”
“What about the nerds woof woof.” The vibrators in her nether holes and the hitachi on her clit really make her voice sound like a dumb puppy and the tip of her black-painted nose wrinkles sweetly at the question. “And I know you’ll fuck me so good I’ll sleep for a long time woof woof.”
“The nerds will be angry,” Damian admits with a shrug and simply ignores her request. “But what should I do? Japs are not good at acting and when I choose an American-Japanese woman it is the same dilemma. No.” He grabs her hands in the doggie gloves, her fingers pressed into fists, and guides them to his cock. While Scarlett moves her paws on his cock and licks his glans with her tongue, the vibrator in her pussy vibrates slightly and the artificial fur tail in her ass vibrates hard while the Hitachi turns her head off. “I’ll play it safe and take the woman most people want to fuck.”
“Thanks Sir. Woof woof” Scarlett pants and continues sucking on his cock.
“My people in Japan told me you were a good girl,” he says, stroking her hair, which is tied in two pigtails.
“Woof,” she confirms.
“Good doggies deserve the cock Scarlett.”
“Woof!”
“Are you a good puppy?” “Yeah, are you a good puppy?”
“Woof!” Inside she wants to die but she is also so, so wet. Scarlett Johanson wiggles her butt and tries to make the anal vibrator wiggle with the tail attached to it. The headband with the ears on it disappears into her hair.
“Then come here.” Damian knocks next to him and stands up. Like a young puppy, Scarlett crawls around his legs, rubbing against them and wiggling her bottom. Then she winces as he kicks her in her hanging breasts. “You’re not a cat, you stupid cunt!” Damian bluffs. “On your back.” Ignoring the pain, Scarlett throws herself on her back and spreads her legs while her hands squeeze her large, bruised breasts together. Then Damian stands over her. “First the money.” He leads the woman to her cell phone. “Wow,” he says when he sees the amount. “Four hundred thousand dollars. Good dog.”
“Woof!” It’s hard for her not to cry, but if her tears ruin her makeup, Damian will become an evil owner.
“What do you think of… one hundred thousand?”
“Woof!” He is really generous to let her do that after such a hard and humiliating time. Then the actress screams as his hands claw into her hair.
“Stand up. Leave the dog thing.” He tears her ears from her head and drags her on wobbly high heels to a wall mirror. “I don’t fuck animals.” Their eyes meet in the mirror. “Dogs have value to me. And I’m not a monster to valuable animals. You, on the other hand…” He waits for an answer.
“I’m worthless Sir” she whispers, allowing herself to cry now that she’s no longer a valuable sex puppy.
“Exactly.” With a loud noise and a hard moan from her throat, he pulls the anal dildo out of her ass. “Now clean this up while I make money.” Scarlett Johanson tastes her ass while being a good girl and Damain Stratton transfers three hundred thousand dollars into his account. Then he looks at her. “How about a little bonus?” he asks. Scarlett wants to shake her head but he’s already nodding, so she does the same. “Fifty grand if you tell me what the most disgusting thing you did over there was.”
“Yes Sir… that sounds…” Terrible. “Good… Thank you Sir.”
“And make it worse for you. After all, you want money from me, you little whore.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you Sir.”
“Aaaah…” His relaxed moans busted her ears as he emptied himself deep in her ass. His second load of cum mixes with his first and Scarlett also moans – but with great effort – as she feels his hot load in her bowels. Then he steps back from her. “So?” he asks, sounding curious like a child on Christmas morning. “Can you do it?” Tears stream down her cheeks. She wants to say ‘yes’ so much but you can’t lie to Damian Stratton. And yet she does it and her only satisfaction is that he is so intent on humiliating her that he doesn’t ask what she’s doing tonight. He is too focused on her body in the now, lying with her back against the large mirror, her legs spread in the air, her back folded, her gaze directed towards the ceiling – and her asshole.
“No Sir,” she whimpers through sobs. “I’m so sorry Si-hi-hir…”
“Oh Scarlett…” he reassures her and pats her sweaty thigh. “It doesn’t matter. There were more cocks in Japan too.” Then he waits and Scarlett proves to him that she is his model, his best horse in his stable.
“But your loads are bigger Sir” she whimpers. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
“Yes, that’s it.” Then his face lights up. “But I have an idea.”
Scarlett Johanson can only cry bitterly as he approaches her, sticks the tip of his cock into her… and pisses into her ass.
“That feels good Scarlett,” he exhales in relief as her intestines fill with viscous sperm and hot piss.
“Thank you Sir.” Her voice is unrecognizable. Then Damian steps back.
“Wait a second.” And of course her hell isn’t over when he pulls his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. “Now.”
It takes a while but then she hears Damian laughing loudly as the first load of his juices squirts out of her ass. Something hits the mirror but most of it runs down her body.
“Stronger,” he cheers her on, laughing. “Ten thousand if you hit your face!” Scarlett screams like a banshee, grief, pain and suffering in her heart. But when a mix of cum and piss lands on her lips and eyebrow, she cums like a fire hydrant, spraying her ejaculate all over the mirror and her body as well as his cum and piss.
“Good girl” he says and Scarlett slides into the puddle of juices, sobbing and moaning, her fingers in her cunt as Damian gets dressed and leaves the room. “You’re free for tonight.”
Writing Shark 