by Writing Shark
Hookers and the money
While you’re talking to Elle about how to best use her body for your money, Hailee Steinfeld is doing the same in a villa in Hollywood somewhere.
Her current client has booked the young beauty several times over the last few days and Hailee already knows the ceiling in his bedroom by heart. But now she can’t see much except his heavy black balls while he almost makes her vomit with his thick, long cock. While her client lies on top of her and fucks her mouth cunt with gusto, he buries his thick lips deep in her overflowing cunt.
“Fuck Hailee, you’re the perfect little white bitch for me,” the man whispers and buries his tongue deep inside Hailee. Why is she so wet? She’s literally overflowing and for the last few days it’s like she’s on drugs. She staggers from one client to the next in a daze, fucking for money that she gives to her pimp, Damian Stratton. And Damian Stratton is also the one in her head whenever she sells her body for him. She thinks of him when she sucks cock, she thinks of him when she rides cock, she thinks of him when she is beaten and humiliated, and she thinks of him when she stumbles from one orgasm to another.
“Oh Jonathan, your cock is simply the best,” she exclaims as his wet cock rams her throat, then she arches and continues sucking his cock while her hands massage his heavy balls. Her ribs hurt, Jonathan likes to hit before pleasuring her and Hailee works hard to earn his tender side, but she gets paid for being his cheap whore who deserves the beating. She screams in shock, but knows what’s about to happen when Jonathan pulls out of her, grabs her hair and pulls her to the floor in front of him. The two of them play this game every time the young whore is with him.
“You don’t call me by my name whore!” he shouts and gives Hailee a hard slap in the face.
“Sorry Mister Masters” the young girl gasps and waits to see if he has had enough. He has and so she knows that he now wants to fuck her doggy anally. “Aaaahffffuck Mister Masters! Fuck, you’re so big!” And as she grits her teeth in pain and her client chokes her hard, the image that comes to her mind is Damian fucking her the way she wants. “You fuck me so good!” she screams and presses her lips together. The first thing she learned from her life as a hooker was to think nice things.
“See you next time, my beautiful.” Jonathan Masters pats her sore cheek and puts a big pile of money in her hand. “And bring Anna with you again sometime.” With that, he closes the door and Hailee wobbles towards her car. First, she puts Damian’s earnings in the glove compartment, takes out two hundred dollars and puts them in her wallet, then she wipes the cum off her face and looks in the rearview mirror. While she’s doing her make-up for her next client, she realizes that she’s now thinking about Damain, about sex with him and how good it feels to fuck someone who respects her for what she loves most.
“Acting,” Hailee mutters. She thinks about Damain, not just during sex, she thinks about him like that too. Often. Yes, he respects her for what she likes to do. But also for what she is good at. “Fuck and make money. As a hooker.”
In another part of the city, it is a similar picture. Sweaty, moaning and straining, Emma Watson fucks the long vibrator into her cunt. The batteries gave up three orgasms ago but Emma just has to keep going. She called Damian three times in a panic because she thought she was going to die, but her desire just kept making her desperately fuck herself around her small apartment. At the moment she is lying in front of her television, sweaty and smelly, a romantic film with an empowered feminist is playing unnoticed in the background. Emma has her legs spread wide and is ramming the powerless vibrator into her overflowing, aching cunt, tears on her face as she feels the pleasure not going away. Soon the side effects will set in, the pain and the discomfort because she hates it so much and the lust will subside. Then she will return to Damian, exhausted and without the need to fuck herself, but with the pain of withdrawal. Then, she hopes, he will give her her medicine that will make her incredibly horny again. But the pain will be gone. The pain is the worst. And she knows what she has to do to achieve that.
‘Act like a stupid cunt’ she repeated the simple instruction Damian had sent her when she begged him to release her and give her the drugs. ‘Become a piece of stupid fuck meat dependent on men. Make yourself malleable and dependent.’ And crying, Emma admits that she would do anything for Damian to help her. She is already dependent on him. Then why shouldn’t she submit to him completely, since that means being a good girl and getting her drugs? And Emma knows what she has to do to achieve it. ‘Anonymity is a reward you receive from me’ is written on the package he sent her, a ski mask inside. ,Thank me.’
“Thank you Damian,” Emma whispers.
“Hello, boys.” The thirteen construction workers who want to repair the sewage system a few streets next to her apartment are just finishing work. Emma actually wanted to go back to the video store and fuck cocks anonymously, but on the one hand she knows that Damian wants more from her, on the other hand she knows that she wouldn’t make it there. She was already about to approach a police officer, not to get help but to stick his baton in her ass.
“What the…” says one of the beefy men who have been sweating all day in the California sun.
“Do you want to rob us?” laughs another. The ski mask makes her look ridiculous but Damian allowed her to hide her face, mainly so as not to diminish her value for him.
“I’m a stupid girl who’s only good for fucking,” Emma makes her entrance and lifts her summer dress, exposing her wet, slimy cunt, letting the drops run down the sides of her thighs. “And you are men who deserve a reward from a fucked up feminist like me.”
It doesn’t take two minutes before the men have dragged Emma Watson behind a scaffolding and are attacking her as a group. Two cocks are pressed into her mouth, one is in her ass, one is in her pussy and she jerks off two more with her hands while she lies like a piece of meat on a pallet with cement bags, naked and sweaty, the sour smell of men in her nose, the taste in her mouths and her entire world taken over by them.
Emma Watson has been conquered and she is already looking forward to seeing Damian again.
Writing Shark 