by Writing Shark
Elle’s first shoot
“Good morning, my employees!” You rush trough your agency with a spring in your step, a little later today because of the threesome with you, Camila and Olivia early in the morning. Everyone is already there and you grab one of Lyndsy’s tits that was waiting for you in front of the entrance door to your rooms.
“Elle is already…”
“Daddy!” Your little angel jumps at you and kisses you wildly on the mouth while you hold her with one arm while your other hand molests Lyndsy. Then you put Elle down.
“Ready for the day?” you ask as your hand disappears under Lyndsy’s shirt. She stands there shaking and with her eyes closed and her lips pressed together. Elle nods eagerly. But before that. “Katie!”
“Sir!” She is there immediately. “Oh…” Seconds later, her panties are hanging around her legs and her skirt is hanging around her hips as your wild thrusts lift her young body off the floor with her high heels and press her tits onto your table.
“Mmm, Daddy, you’re in a particularly good mood today,” Elle smiles.
“You’re right, my angel,” you grin as you pound into your favorite intern. “Today is your first day of filming and Anna starts tomorrow,” you sigh contentedly. “Now sit there, spread your legs, push your panties to the side and show me your moneymaker honey.”
“Of course Daddy.” Giggling, Ella obeys you and finger fucks herself under your gaze while Katie shouts out her status as your favorite office cunt.
Your Porsche Cayenne stops in front of the large film studio with squeaky brakes and you jump out in a good mood. Elle eagerly climbs after you while wiping the remains of your sperm from the corners of her mouth with a Kleenex.
“What you did with Miss Olsen Fanning is great,” she says and smiles at you. “She left me alone the whole time, Daddy.”
“Now is not the time to think about that,” you admonish Elle, but pat her shoulder. She took well to replacing the woman in her life and nodded eagerly when you told her about the threesome you were going to have with her and Olivia tonight. But now it’s her first day of filming.
“Uh! Hello!” The slightly older director comes up to Elle on shaky legs and pulls her into a warm embrace in front of the entire team. You stand next to her and watch the whole thing. “Come with me, I’ll show you everything.” The man pulls Elle behind him, Aubrey Miller close behind her. After all, a star needs his sexy assistant and Lyndsy is following you today just in case something is unclear or you need her willing cunt for your cock.
Under your watchful eyes you overlook as Elle Fanning goes on her first day of filming. It’s always impressive how quickly the studios and directors give the green light to films if you just supply them with willing pussies. This is how it happens now, time is money, and you can watch as Elle goes into the make-up and then changes in the dressing room, Aubrey Miller always at her side.
It would be easy to sneak up to Elle and fuck the little girl hard, but you’re a man of money, a man of business, that’s the only way you can get all the holes you can stick your cock in. So you wait patiently, smile at Elle while she plays her scenes in her long light blue dress, stand by her when she needs help or support between takes, communicate with the director and the people on set and give Elle the emotional support the nervous girl needs on her first day.
“Cut! End of scene!” shouts the director and claps his hands. “Elle baby, that was incredible!” This man also knows how to deal with a young talent and Elle smiles happily at him, but also keeps looking at you.
“Thank you, Mister Stromberg,” Elle smiles politely. “It was truly amazing working with you.”
“Thank you, young Elle,” the director smiles kindly. “Come with me for a moment,” then says the man you haven’t worked with yet and looks at you. You nod at him. Sometimes it is difficult to convince people of the freedom Stratton Starmakers can offer them, but a few discreet words, signs and a little persuasion are usually enough. Like here too. Elle looks at you questioningly but you don’t react. “I would like to discuss the next scenes with you.”
“Of course, Robert,” she says politely and follows the older man into her trailer, Aubrey on her heels, head hanging but loyal to her new best friend. It’s important for you to see how Elle does on her first day, even without your encouragement, because the time will come when she alone has to decide which cocks she will suck, jerk off and ride to make you proud.
“Hello, Daddy.” Two hours later you greet her in front of the studio. You have a bag of ice cream in your hand, another for Elle in the other. She hugs you and presses her clean face against your body, then grins contentedly and accepts her ice cream. “Thanks.”
“Anything for my angel,” you say, licking your ice cream, stroking her still-damp hair and leading her across the grounds. Elle follows you without asking what you’re up to. She would do anything for you but right now you just want to talk. “I’m very proud of you,” you say, putting a hand around her shoulder while Aubrey, also clean, stays behind you with Lyndsy.
“It was very tame,” reports Elle, licking the ice cream. “He wanted me to swallow it and then lick him down there.” She looks at her hand. “Thanks for the ice cream.”
“Did you learn something today?” Elle nods.
“That it’s just as important that men fuck you as it is that you do a good job in front of the camera.”
“Mister Stromberg was very patient with you, did you notice that?” Elle nods again.
“I should kiss his feet for that.” Elle giggles. “That was disgusting, but I was thinking about you.” Then she becomes thoughtful. Finally she reaches into her pocket and pulls out several large green bills. “He gave it to me,” she says hesitantly and looks at you. “Did I do something wrong?” You accept the bills, they are several thousand dollars. “He said to make me feel better. I didn’t understand that.” You grin to yourself.
“Robert is still new and hasn’t worked with us yet honey,” you explain and pat her head. “He wanted to buy your silence.”
“But then why didn’t he give anything to Aubrey? He was much meaner to her.”
“Because Aubrey is your assistant, Elle,” you say patiently. “She’s yours. You decide what happens to her.” Behind you, Aubrey hears everything you say.
“But Daddy, I wanted him to have sex with me,” Elle murmurs and you are proud of her.
“Then you know what you have to do tomorrow when he’s in your trailer?” Elle thinks as you walk around the area with her and the other girls.
“I’ll give him the money back and lick him down there for free?” your daughter asks and you nod.
“That’s showbiz,” you simply say and Elle nods.
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