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Ashley learns to love her life

With the first half of your day behind you, you can move on to the next half.

Instagram influencer (whore, in your eyes) Ashley Alexander walks meekly through the door of the expensive restaurant on the Hollywood Strip, sees you and shuffles towards you.

“Hello Sir,” she greets without looking at you, but does so when you hold out your hand to her.

“We’re in public,” you admonish your girlfriend’s young sex toy. “People don’t like sad faces.” Ashley plays well, that’s why she’s sitting here now. So she smiles at you warmly and friendly while her eyes look at you anxiously. “So Ashley.” Your hand falls on top of hers. At first she wants to pull it away, but then remembers her indoctrination and leaves it flat on the table. “What’s your life like right now?”

“I keep getting new followers,” she says, hoping you like it. “Olivia is amazing.”

“Are you still meeting her today?” The girl nods.

“We’ll make a new video in the Hills and then…” Then Olivia will fuck her. And maybe you too, if you’re already at home. And you feel like fucking her tiny brains out. Ashley is a 7, maybe an 8, but you have plenty of nines, and some tens, at your disposal. “Her tips are really good and she’s helping me…” She trails off again and you remember why. Ashley is too stupid to pretend in front of you.

“You’re living your dream,” you say, smiling evilly. She slumps in her seat as the waitress arrives.

“I’ll take the steak and Ashley here will take…”

“That’s Ashley Alexander!” the young waitress exclaims, putting her hand over her mouth. “I’m such a big fan!” She turns briefly to you, you smile comfortably. “Sorry. But… I’m such a big fan!” Ashley smiles wryly, but only for a second, then her face changes to that of a social media star and you know it’s not an act. She gives the girl her autograph while you check out the waitress. Her ass is too big and her lips are too full, no good material. Nevertheless, you wait patiently until Ashley sits alone in front of you again, the order has been brought to the kitchen in a hurry.

“This is your dream” you grin and grab her hand again. And this time Ashley holds yours too. “More money than in your entire life, fame and power.”

“Power, Sir?” You have to grin, power is something that Ashley is missing in her life right now.

“The power of a woman” you explain to the stupid Asian-American pussy and look at her pink dress that barely holds her medium breasts. “The only power you have. Handbag.” You snap your fingers and Ashley hands you the utensil that is sacred to women, without hesitation. “Skies above, what a mess,” you murmur.

“Sorry Sir” whispers Ashley as she watches you. Then you found her cell phone.

“Selfie. Make it sexy.”

“Yes Sir.” Ashley makes a duck face, pushes out her tits and holds up the phone. Then you grab it again and post the restaurant’s address publicly on their accounts.

“Before you go to my girlfriend’s house today and fuck your brains out, I wanted to talk to you,” you say and start to caress her hand. Like a frightened animal, the girl responds to your calming touch, even if you are the shark that could devour her. “You know that my company is not yet represented broadly enough on social media. We have our accounts for advertising and our models and stars are well-known, like you, but that isn’t enough. It’s not all focused enough and the hookers who work for me can’t shout about their employer to the world.”

“I understand Sir” Ashley murmurs. “What should I do for you?” It was only a matter of time before you turned to her, Ashley knows that, and she has already sunk too low and risen too high at the same time to stand on her own two feet now. She needs you. Critically. For survival.

“Hey, Ashley.” She looks at you, fear and sadness in her eyes. “Smile.” She follows your command as you see two cars screeching to a stop in front of the restaurant. “You love your life,” you state. “You want it to stay that way and you don’t care about me fucking you as long as you become rich, famous and wanted.” And Ashley nods. “That’s why we’re here today. So you can prove to me that I can rely on you.” You’ve long since pushed the idea of her working with Olivia out of her mind. Then you hold out your hand, “Panties.” The girl looks at you in shock, but you don’t need to remind her of your power. Her gaze goes blank and she doesn’t even look around as she reaches under her pink dress in the middle of the restaurant and pulls her red panties down her legs. Then she pushes the piece of cloth into your hand. “Do you see that?” you ask, showing her the large, dark spot on it. “This is your power. You aren’t week. You want this. And you enjoy this. You have a pussy and you know how to use it.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Are you sure about this?” Behind you, three boys and a girl enter the restaurant and look around almost in panic. Then they see Ashley Alexander, the famous influencer, and rush towards her.

“Yes Sir,” Ashley says sadly. Then her look changes. “Just please make me happy.”

“That’s up to you,” you say as the group pushes past the waitress. “Lern to love it and I will support you if you choose me.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I will make you happy.” Then the three boys and the girl are there and you see that Ashley has made up her mind. She beams first at you, then at the group of fans.

“Another drink Sir?” asks the waitress who is too ugly for your cock. You sit alone at the table. You nod. “I apologize for earlier,” she says politely. “It’s not every day that someone so famous comes to our restaurant.” You can’t imagine that given the prices here, but you’re here for another reason.

“It’s okay,” you say, smiling. “As an agent for Ashley Alexander, I’m used to that.”

“Thanks. So… Where…” You shake your head. Then you nod towards the toilet.

“Go ahead,” you grin. “Ashley wants it.”

“What does she want?” You just stare at the woman and she understands.

“No photos.” The young woman throws her cell phone on the table without noticing you, then runs to the toilet.

You, on the other hand, are left empty-handed today and have Sydney send you a few nice pictures on your cell phone while you wait for your young starlet.

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You deal with some unimportant sluts

It’s not entirely normal for you to wake up in the morning and see not one, but two deadly beautiful hotties wrapped in your sheets. It’s not often that the two girls snuggle up each other after you get out of bed, especially because until recently, the two of them were rivals for your cock. Now Olivia and Camila grin sleepily as you plant a kiss on both of them and then sneak out of the room. Actually, you don’t care how the two of them feel about each other as long as you can fuck them undisturbed in the hole you want, but when you wash your face in the bathroom you can’t deny it anymore. You’re lying to yourself.

Olivia Dunne is in love with me.

And I love Olivia Dunne.

Love is dangerous, especially for a man with power and money, as it puts him in danger of losing everything to a woman. Are you smart enough to resist Olivia? You almost go back into the room to take incriminating photos of her, but you shake your head. The crazy thing is that you trust her.

“Shit,” you grin. “Fucking perfect.” You quickly leave the bathroom. You need variety and you find it in the form of Olivia’s secretary Abigail Cowen, who is waiting uncomfortably for her boss in the entrance area of the house.

Without exchanging a word with her, you grab her hair and lead her to the sofa.

“Good morning Sir,” she manages to squeeze out, then you bend her over the sofa, pull down her pants and fuck her with delight.

Eventually Camilla comes down, gives you a warm smile and kisses you on the cheek before making you a coffee and handing it to you while you wait for Olivia, still fucking the slim redhead.

“Thank you Sir” Camila whispers as Abigail moans softly beneath you. “For everything.” You nod to her and grab her breasts under the velvet dressing gown, then you come inside Abigail. “May I sir?” Of course Camila is allowed and you leave Abigail lying unsatisfied over the sofa while Camila cleans your cock.

“Good morning Sir,” Bailey greets you, on her knees today. “Can I suck your cock Sir? Or do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asks after kissing your shoes. You snap your fingers and lead her into your office.

“Suck.”

“Yes sir!” She literally falls under your table, the place where Katie usually kneels, and gulps down your cock like your cum is the only fluid in her life.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” you lie to her. “Katie still comes first.” But Bailey’s panicked BJ is even slightly better than willing Katie’s. “Katie is doing a long-term task for me that will take her out of the office often. Internship is only her second priority from now on,” you say as you scroll through Miss Douglas’s social media and see photos of a wild party yesterday. Along with your target, Katie leans in for the cameras, baring her teeth as she squeezes her eyes shut. “And Amy won’t be here much anymore either.”

“I’ll do any task for you Sir,” Bailey says, nudging your cock with her nose while it covers half her face. “I’m your wild little whore Sir, grateful that you showed me who the real monsters are.” Then she sucks your cock again wildly and determinedly.

“In any case, you will share most of the work with Lyndsy until I find an adequate replacement for the two sluts,” you say.

“You always use such big words, Sir,” Bailey marvels and grins stupidly. “I hope I can understand what you’re saying.” You grab her hair tightly and pull her onto your lap. With wild movements she pulls up her skirt, of course she has no underwear underneath.

“Reserve your bullshit for Harvey” you grunt as you push yourself into her. “I want girls who are smart enough to submit to me.”

“Yeeees Sir…” Baile moans and rocks determinedly on your cock. “I know exactly that I’m yours.” She leans towards you, hesitates, then kisses you on the mouth. “Your little black intelligent slave girl Sir.” She grins, trying to be cheeky but just looking sexy. “Thank you for blessing my useless black hole with your cock Sir. Please cum inside me Sir, I am intelligent enough to use contraception.”

While Bailey wipes your sperm from her face, with your permission, you don’t obey women’s requests, you start a video call.

“Sydney.”

“Hello Mister Big Boss.” Slurps and moans come through the line of the stupid little whore with deep eyes and big tits. “How can I help you?” she asks over Face Time.

“I wanted to ask about our little project.” Sydney looks exhausted, hair disheveled, make-up running and a doopy grin on her full lips.

“Wait a minute, Sir.” It takes a while, then the cell phone is passed around. “I want to see how long it takes for her to puke from deepthroad,” the young woman giggles. Miss Elizabeth Olsen Fanning can be seen on the cell phone trying to force a gigantic black suction dildo down her throat. The mature woman looks terrible and apparently Sydney is sitting on her back while she talks to you. “She looks so happy when she comes,” muses your hired whore.

“Then don’t make her too happy,” you admonish her while Elizabeth carelessly continues to swallow the dildo so deep inside herself that her throat stretches. “We want them dependent and submissive.”

“The last time I saw her happy was three days ago, Sir. No worries. And here, you might like this.” The camera pans back between Elizabeth’s legs. Sydney roughly fishes out several Polaroids of Elle Fanning covered in cunt slime from her snatch. “You fuck the little one, she says?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” The photos are making you hard again and you’re already looking around for Bailey to mark her face again.

“Of course not, Sir. I was just wondering if you wanted to fuck her with me.” The camera image shows a slightly sweaty breast with a puffy nipple. “I miss you Sir.”

“Tell you something” is what you say. “I’m a busy man. But if you make sure this cunt never speaks to me again and isn’t a problem for me, then I’ll give you a part and my cock in all your holes.”

“Okaydokay,” Sydney grins without negotiating. This is how you like your chicks best.

“Bailey,” you call over the intercom but nothing happens. “Bailey!” You finally come out of your office, angry because you had to wait longer than half a minute for sex.

You find the two women kneeling on the carpet, their assholes oiled and their breasts pressed to the carpet.

“Thank you for allowing us to work for you, Sir,” you hear Bailey, and Lyndsy wants to say something too, but the brown beauty screams when you penetrate her ass.

‘I’m on it Sir. Love you.’ you read half an hour later, looking at a blurry image of two girls kissing, one you recognize as Katie. The other is your next goal.

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A small loss and a big win

It’s like you’re waiting for a woman to submit to you. It takes time, as women aren’t so quick with these things, but in the end, it’s worth it. Mostly. And it makes you smile to think how much it will be worth it for you.

“Here you go, Sir.” The girl at the Starbucks drive trough leans a little lower to give you a look under her green apron as you accept your coffee. You give her a friendly nod, then wait again. Finally your cell phone rings.

“Yes?”

“Damian. Welcome. Thank you for coming without prior breefing.” Of course she summons you to her office. She wants to humiliate you. Because Scarlett Johanson is sitting next to her and can’t look you in the eyes.

“Reese.” You shake hands.

“I figured you would have something similar in mind.” You point to Scarlett. “I’m just wondering why you want to leave, Scarlett,” you address her directly. You’re not nervous, just cautious, but when the woman shakes your hand like a frightened child, limp and weak, you know you have nothing to fear.

“That’s not up for debate today,” says Mrs. Witherspoon, pushing a folder over to you. “The only important thing is that Miss Johanson’s contract expires in a few weeks, she no longer has any open projects and she no longer wants to continue her contract with Stratton Starmakers. Instead, she wants to switch to Ivory.” She just said that last thing to spite you, but you look at Scarlett and know that you know secrets about this blonde beauty that Reese will never find out.

At least until your plan is completed.

“Hmm…” you say and lean forward, ignoring the resignation letter in front of you and looking directly at Scarlett. “I think that’s a mistake, Scarlett,” you say coldly and the woman shrinks into a small pile of ash in her chair. “We had a deal and I kept my side the whole time. Do you have that too?”

“Yes Sir,” the woman says before Mrs. Witherspoon can react.

“Hush Scarlett,” she says encouragingly, holding the woman’s hand. Women always stick together as long as they don’t stab each other in the back. You have only been able to observe true loyalty in men and so you are also sure about this matter. “Damian, it’s very simple. Scarlett doesn’t want to be with you anymore and frankly, I can imagine why.”

“So?” You sit back.

“Yes.” The woman’s eyes dissect you. “Stratton Starmakers has an impeccable reputation, but we both know how Hollywood works. Nobody can tell me your company’s successes aren’t based on the exploitation of women who don’t know any better.” You grin.

“See Scarlett? You always had value to me. This woman here, on the other hand, thinks you don’t know any better. And I think she’s right. This isn’t you. You don’t belong here. You belong to me.” Of course you refrain from making a better offer. You don’t negotiate with terrorists.

“Maybe I could…”

“Quiet! Scarlett, don’t forget your pride.” Of course, Reese stops her but you just shrug your shoulders. Scarlett Johanson is no great loss. “Mister Stratton, the situation has been decided. Sign the document.”

“Okay, Reese.” You pull out your expensive pen. “Well played,” you say as you sign. Then there is no more to discuss. Scarlett won’t betray you, you know that. Too much incriminating evidence, you have her career in your hands and, above all, she needs a firm hand to make decisions. Scarlett Johanson isn’t the first to try to get away from you and won’t be the last. You get up and leave.

“Hey babe.” Olivia greets you at the door like a good girl with a kiss and a hug. Then she steps aside and pushes the somewhat nervous Camila towards you so that she can get the same thing. Then Olivia takes your hand and leads you into the house. In the living room the girls take off your outer clothes. “We missed you,” your girlfriend grins and plays with her overpriced bracelet.

“I missed you both too,” you test the water but Olivia smiles warmly and welcomingly.

“Come on, sit down. Make yourself comfortable and let me help you relax.” She actually gets on her knees and takes off your shoes while Camila goes behind you and massages your back without saying a word. She is happy to be with you, now in expensive clothes, bought by Olivia, but knows that she is still subordinate to her. She’s just moved up a lot. Olivia puts your shoes aside, leans over you, kisses you deeply and then stands up. “I have a surprise for you,” she says happily and skips out of the room. It really surprises you, you were expecting a sexy costume or Ashley Alexander as a sex toy. Instead, Olivia holds two bowls in her hand.

“Wait…” You look inside.

“I made it myself,” your girlfriend smiles, overjoyed. “With a little help.” She looks at Camila, but she doesn’t say anything else.

You eat your dinner, it actually tastes acceptable for Olivia’s first attempt at spicy food, while Camila gives you a massage and your girlfriend puts on your favorite movie.

“Here.” She shows you her cell phone, which she puts aside. “Tonight I’m only for you. May I?” she asks before cuddling up to you. “I’ll be there for you like this every night from now on.”

And while the opening credits are playing, it’s she who says something quickly, a little nervously, while Camila is in her element. “I haven’t been a good girlfriend lately and I want to apologize. I’m sorry I was so emotional. That must have really annoyed you. You deserve better from your girlfriend and I’m grateful that you didn’t replace me. In the future, I will try harder to do justice to you.”

“Come here,” you say, pulling her towards you and kissing her. “No one could ever replace you. I like you, Olivia. Not just because of your appearance and your skills.” The film starts but your girlfriend is more important to you. “I lost Scarlett Johanson as a client today and I gave Amy Wren to Rebecca.”

“Rebecca…” Olivia is getting scared, you can see it in her eyes. She knows who the mature woman is. “You were with her?” You nod.

“And now I’m with you. Babe, you are special to me. And if I have to choose between you and Rebecca, I’ll always choose you. And you know that I will say it at some point.” Olivia Dunne looks at you for a long time, unsure, nervous, afraid. Then she nods and swings away from you. That surprises you again.

“It’s your turn Camila,” Olivia says and waves the girl next to you on the sofa. “When I’m around him I just can’t keep my mouth shut.” She winks at you. “Because I can’t believe how lucky I am with this guy.” Then she gets on her knees in front of you and unbuttons your pants. “So now you two are watching the movie, eating and kissing and saying intelligent things. And I’m going to shut my mouth down here, be quiet, and get my own dinner.”

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You visit a close friend

“All right BFF, see you soon.” While Amy sits petrified in the back seat of the Cayenne, Katie sits next to her and is on the phone. You have put Amy in a chic black evening dress and her braided red hair is held together into cute pigtails by two black bows. The young thing looks a few years younger, especially compared to Katie, who looks like she wants to go clubbing in her chucks, short jeans and big sunglasses. “It’s done, Sir,” she says. Then you drive the car next to a bus stop and turn around to face her.

“I know I can rely on you, little one,” you say in a tone that sounds proud and Katie smiles. “But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Of course this is a test and if Katie says ‘no’ she will be ruined as quickly as a company that introduces woke agendas. But Katie is smart.

“It’s okay, Sir. I knew what I was getting myself into and if you want Ava, you’ll get her.” She fixes eyes with you. “Are you proud of me?” After everything you’ve done to her, all the humiliation, all the sex and all the control over her life, young Katie Douglas just wants to hear one kind word from you. You give her a warm smile that makes her heart soar.

“Love has no place in my life Katie. I’m sorry.” A tear of happiness runs down her cheek.

“So you know Sir?” You nod. How could you not?

“Of course,” you smile and gasp in surprise when Katie throws herself at you and hugs you along with the seat. Then you kiss her on the cheek.

“A sexy little cunt on the go, coming straight away,” she laughs loudly and happily, kisses you on the cheek too and rushes out of the car, overjoyed. At the bus stop (you can’t be seen with her) she waves happily after you but you concentrate on the road again.

“Now to you, little Amy,” you say and wait until the large wrought iron gate opens to the huge property.

“I do what you tell me Sir” she says emotionlessly, but smiles weakly when you look at her. You know this reaction and shake your head.

“Just when it promised to be fun with you. Well.” You swing the door open and pull Amy out of the car next to you, then drag her up the grand path to the mansion’s large door. You almost expect a reaction from the broken girl as you wait, but Amy is well-domesticated and waits nicely for destiny to come. Then the door opens.

“Damian Stratton.” The woman shakes her head.

“Rebecca Fergusson.” You examine each other briefly, then you step towards the woman, put your hand on her cheek and pull her towards you, tenderly. A kiss on the left cheek, a kiss on the right cheek. “I’m very sorry about your husband.” Pain and loss appear on her face.

“Thank you,” she whispers. The loss was only six months ago but today you are seeing her for the first time in several years. “Is that her?” the woman asks and looks at Amy. You nod. “Come in.”

“I like what you did with the house,” you say as you sit down on the large leather couch and look around. Amy stands next to you like a servant, her hands in her lap, her eyes downcast like a good girl. Rebecca sits down in front of you and hands you some tea, displaying her black shirt and white trousers.

“Thank you.” You sip your drinks together. “I needed some change.”

“I can see that,” you say and take another sip. “This establishment suits you better.” Rebecca nods.

“And what about you?” The mature and beautiful woman in front of you spreads her legs slightly in her wide white pants. “Do you still put pleasure before work?” You put your cup down.

“I’ve always had both at the same time.” The older woman looks at you with a look that even you find difficult to interpret. Your relationship is based on respect and, in the past, on good, hard sex. After she got married, only respect. Rebecca Fergusson is a good friend.

“And who is coming with you at the moment?” The corners of her mouth curl up a little as she examines you.

“Olivia Dunne,” you say and the mature woman rolls her eyes.

“I can understand.” Another sip of tea. “Young and sexy, but that was never difficult for you.” You grin too. “How long?”

“Three years.” Her eyebrows go up in surprise.

“It’s been so long since we saw each other?”

“Longer.”

“And how long has she loved you?” Neither of you pay any attention to Amy, who knows better and would stand here without moving until the sun explodes. You tilt your head.

“Hard to say. Half a year? A year? In any case, she has been snapping several times in the last few weeks.”

“Women.” Rebecca groans in annoyance. “I hate these stupid things. But what should you do, right? We just can’t do without them.”

“But she even less so without both of us,” you grin and your good friend follows suit. Then another sip of tea from both of you. You enjoy the peace and quiet with her and really missed her. But there were reasons why you mutually ignored each other, so much so that she missed your father’s death and you missed her husband’s funeral.

“Is this Olivia Dunne good for you?” the woman asks and you nod.

“Yes. Very much so, even if she doesn’t really understand it.” Rebecca chuckles. “I’m serious about her,” you finally admit to yourself. “I love her.”

“Really? Damian Stratton lost his balls?” Rebecca laughs amused.

“Not quite. Amy Wren here can attest that I still have enough balls.” Now you both look at the girl who flinches as Rebecca stands up and approaches her. The elegant woman looks at the young girl as if she were examining a piece of art, an inanimate object that is beautiful to look at.

“Why are you here?” Rebecca then asks skeptically and takes a strand of Amy’s hair in her fingers, smells it and examines her pigtails. You also stand up and step next to your friend. Amy stares at you with big, wet eyes but you ignore her and step behind Rebecca, who is still examining Amy. One hand wraps around the woman’s hip, the other pushes her hair aside so you can lightly kiss her neck.

“Because I’m still keeping our agreement,” you say as Rebecca begins to undress the slightly trembling Amy.

“After all these years?” Amy’s dress falls to the floor and she stands topless in just black panties.

“To you? Of course.” You also look at Amy over her shoulder. “I don’t want you to be lonely,” you say to Rebecca as she runs her hands over Amy’s trembling body. “You deserve to be happy. And Amy here is well trained, just like you want. And she doesn’t like men.” Rebecca ignores the girl and turns to you.

“So? Does she do that?” You grin at her but your good friend looks at you seriously. “You are serious? The agreement?”

“I want you to be happy,” you say again.

“And my part of the agreement?” You smile at her.

“After your husband died? You don’t have to…”

“I want it.” Rebecca briefly leaves the room and then comes back with her cell phone. “Here.” She gives you a phone number. “It’s the right thing to do. For the three of us. “Do you still have Leeroy?” You nod. “That should be enough.”

“See you, Rebecca,” you say and turn to leave, a little surprised that after all this time she still stands by her word.

“And Damian?” You turn around at the door. “Don’t stay away too long this time.” You laugh.

“Are you kidding? I just broke the little one there. Who wouldn’t want to break in a new horse?” You wink.

“Then just bring your little friend with you next time,” you hear. “She can learn something from me.”

Outside in the car you take a deep breath. Not having sex with Rebecca was really hard. But you owe it to Olivia, even though you know you’ll soon be introducing her to your good friend Rebecca Fergusson.

“Fuck I missed her.” You leave without Amy and with new prospects on the horizon.

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3 Missions for your interns

“I’m back.” Another successful day is drawing to a close in the evening, but you are a busy man and are returning once again to your kingdom where your three interns are already waiting for you. “Where is Lyndsy?” you ask Katie, who greets you happily.

“She masturbates in the toilet like a whore.” Nobody has secrets from you. “I’ve done it twice today and thought of you, Sir.” Katie doesn’t have any secrets either.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you say, patting her hair.

“Would you like me to give you a blowjob Sir? Or do you want to see my tits? I just shaved today and my pussy is…” But you wave it off, but take note of the girl’s eagerness.

“Get the others but leave Lyndsy in the toilet. That’s only the interns’ business.”

“At once Sir.” Katie sprints off, her tight ass in her tight jeans and black jacket.

“All right Leeroy, I know,” you say and write down what your troubleshooter tells you.

“Sorry Sir.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “I expected that.” You press the call button and see your three interns immediately stand up like electrified zombies and rush to you. “I’ll take care of it.”

“By the way, the little one from the other day is no longer a problem,” says Leeroy, referring to the girl you used with Olivia. “She’s with my contacts in the porn industry now.”

“I know you’re doing a good job, Leeroy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” With that, you hang up and soon the three girls in your office are lined up and ready.

“Girls,” you start, pulling out a file that says ‘Warner Brothers’. The girls’ eyes widen. “It’s time.” You grin. “One of you gets a movie role.” Amy gasps. Bailey presses her lips together. Only Katie looks you straight in the eye. It wasn’t a real test, as it was always clear that it would be Katie. You like her tits and her tight asshole but most of all, as always in this city, it’s the contacts. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

Katie Douglas rips off her clothes like they’re on fire, Bailey is also fast and only Amy is clumsy again.

“Open your mouths.” Katie smiles thinly as she sticks her tongue out for you. The others do the same. Then the loud gurgle of Katie Douglas fills the room as you thrust hard and painfully into her warm, wet mouth, her flexible tongue beneath your cock. “Have you learned your lesson?” you ask to Bailey Tippen as your hand grabs Katie’s hair and pushes her head against your cock like a piece of meat.

“Yes Sir!” Bailey calls and crawls towards you next to Katie. She leans down and kisses your feet and then, to your surprise, she leans past the pumping Katie, unbuttons your shirt and kisses your muscular stomach. “I’m a good girl for you Sir. I’ll fuck whoever you want, how you want and as often as you want Sir. I’m your little whore and you can do whatever you want with me. I don’t ask questions or have demands and I know that as a girl I’m too stupid to know what’s good for me.” She tries to bend down again but you push her away with your foot. “Thank you Sir!” she calls without knowing why, but you nod at her.

“You stay here with me Bailey,” you say. “And if you think you’ve had a lot of sex so far, you’re wrong.”

“I’m looking forward to being fucked by you or whoever you want to let fuck me, Sir. That’s all I’m good for. I’ll do anything you tell me, Sir.”

“Good girl,” you praise her, nodding at your shoe. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Yes sir!” she says, lifting her body and rubbing her wet cunt over your shoe.

“Amy.”

“Sir!”

“The other shoe.”

“Sir!” The girls are really scared of you, which is a good thing, and Amy follows Bailey’s example, rubbing her desperate cunt against your shoe while holding on to your leg.

“After Katie, you are my favorite. That’s why I’m granting you your wish.” Her big eyes look up at you pleadingly while her body wobbles at your feet. “You won’t have to fuck any more men. Except me of course.”

“I always let you fuck me, Sir. Thank you.” Then she moans softly when she realizes that she can be happy.

“I have another task for you,” you inform her. “Tonight.”

“Yes… ha… Sir…” Amy gasps, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Then you reach into your bag and pull out a rolled-up script and tap Katie on the head with it. Your hands ball into a fist, grabbing her hair hard and pulling her head back. Strands of slime connect you and Katie together as her brown eyes look up at you like to a fucking god.

“That means you win, little one,” you grin and Katie immediately wants to pounce on your cock again. Her eyes are glazed over while staring at your spear and her tongue extends towards your tip but you hold her steady. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Mister Stratton,” the girl gasps and looks up at you in love., “I know I don’t deserve it. I’m stupid and silly and don’t understand much. But I will work hard and fuck whoever you want for this chance. Thank you Sir for believing in me.”

„Suck, you whore.“

“Yessir.” And Katie sucks on you like a vacuum cleaner, moving her head back and forth quickly, hair flying. But then she squeals as you push her hard onto you and let your cock slide over her tongue down her throat. You keep her there for a long time, denying her air.

“But I deserve something from you in return,” you announce as she begins to tremble. “Stay on my cock until I come, then we have a deal.” You start fucking her hard in the mouth again while Katie turns blue. “I want one of your girlfriends,” you announce, grabbing Bailey’s and Amy’s hair and holding on with pleasure while your hips stay against Katie.

And Katie sucks on you on her own while her eyes roll back.

Then you bring tears to the eyes of the other two girls while Katie starts to choke. She fights like a madwoman as you shoot your huge load straight into her stomach. Power turns you on, just like a willing girl who harms herself to please you. They’re all stupid little bitches and you rule them like the wolf rules the lambs.

Katie faints on your cock and you hold the crying Amy and the traumatized Bailey at their heads to hold them there until you’ve fucked yourself empty. Then you let the girls go. Katie falls onto her back and remains motionless while you grab Amy and rub your cock dry on her face. Then you pull Bailey in and as her tongue cleans you, Katie chokes a big load of cum into the air and onto her face as she comes back to consciousness coughing.

“Get dressed,” you say emotionlessly to the girl who is choking your sperm onto the carpet with shaky legs and arms.

“Sorry Sir” she gasps hoarsely and bends down to lick her mess but you pull her up.

“Good girl” you just grin, pulling the dopey smiling girl towards you and pushing her into the side room to dress her up. “Bailey” is all you need for the black girl to lick saliva and cum from the floor like a greedy bitch.

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You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone. Part II

With the second load of sperm in her pussy, Anna staggers out of the trailer and absentmindedly wipes her lips with her thumb. Damian’s approving looks greet her as Jason Moore comes out of the trailer behind her.

“Ready sweetie?” Damian asks her.

“Let’s continue, Sir,” Anna nods and staggers towards the set. There she’s supposed to play an overworked diner employee and two hard fucks in one day let her slip into the right mindset.

“I got my ticket for the long way ’round,” she sings, staring at the pictures on the wall. She used to be like that and had printed out pictures of places she would like to be. Now, her pussy overflowing with cum, her body aching and her mind fucked clear, she is closer to her goal than ever. “Two bottles o’ whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company. And I’m leavin’ tomorrow, what do you say?” She has already found sweet company in Jason Moore, who is kind of cute when he stuffs old chip bags into her ‘useless teeny cunt’ and pulls her tits. But his gaze is warm and almost admiring, something she didn’t notice during her sessions with Hailee Steinfeld.

“When I’m gone. When I’m gone. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” She thinks of Hailee, alone with the lions, used and engulfed in porn. But Anna has no pity. She is where she wants to be and Haille is a girl. She is also where she needs to be to get to where Anna is now.

“You’re gonna miss me by my hair.” Her hair, which either Damian or Jason will mess up again later when they ride Anna like a wild mare. She somehow likes to be dominated, she quickly figured that out and now her life only gets better because she no longer has to fuck like a cheap whore but like an expensive Hollywood whore. A high-class prostitute who gets something in return for being fucked like an animal from behind and having her hair pulled.

“You’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh.” Maybe she’ll miss being taken everywhere too. She thinks of Jeremy. He will definitely miss her. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone,” she sings and is happy.

“When I’m gone. When I’m gone. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” Maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on Jerremy and Hailee. After all, Jerremy was always happy to give his money to use her, she never had to fight for the two hundred dollars that belonged to her, the 1.8k for Damian was of course never a question. Other customers needed extra convincing. And Haillee is now all alone with them.

“You’re gonna miss me by my walk.” The strange walk she had after a hard night, a few thousand dollars in her pocket, a few dozen fucks further on the way to her destination. And now she’s done it. She is so grateful to Damian. “You’re gonna miss me by my talk.” Something Jason likes about her. Not just the dirty talk that she can do so well, also the talking before and after with men who see her as not just the life support system for her three holes but a little bit more. Something vaguely reminiscent of a woman. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” And at some point, this woman will have made it and will travel to the goals for which she took this path in life.

“I got my ticket for the long way ’round.” A trip around the world, all alone, to all the destinations she likes. “The one with the prettiest of views. It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers. It’s got sights to give you shivers.” And she imagines that she’s not alone there, on the beach of a Caribbean island. Damian is there, sitting next to her on the sand and applying cream to her back while the sun shines warmly. Then there he is, in a lonely mountain hut, just him and her and a furry carpet.

“But it sure would be nicer with you.” Her eyes fall on Damian. And he smiles.

“When I’m gone. When I’m gone. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”

And Anna smiles too.

“You’re gonna miss me by my walk.” The walk after he fucked her so hard that she can barely stand upright. “You’re gonna miss me by my talk.” The talk in her rough voice after his cum has made her fucked raw mouth overflow. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” She almost spills her text when she thinks about being separated from Damian. Now she’s reached her destination and he won’t have to worry about her as often anymore. Now he’s really her pimp who sells her to directors. And she won’t be able to see him or serve him as often anymore.

“When I’m gone. When I’m gone. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” She gives him a pleading look, hopes that he can see through the facade she’s playing her role as a teasing nice girl and realizes that she’s a desperate whore who wants to give herself to him must submit and be fucked hard.

“You’re gonna miss me by my hair.” You can do whatever you want with me!

“You’re gonna miss me everywhere.” You can do me everywhere!

“Oh, you’re sure gonna miss me when I’m gone.” Oh please let me stay with you Sir!

The rest of the song is a stupid repetition that she doesn’t notice much of. She desperately tries to put on a good show for the cameras while her body is on the verge of collapse. Everything hurts and she is torn by the desire to become a successful actress and get a third load of sperm into her body.

Damian needs to cum in me more than Jason. Damian stands over Jason. I need Damian’s sperm!

“Anna, that was fantastic!” Jason exclaims when she has finished and smiles at Anna. “You were…”

“Good job Anna.” Damian pushes past Jason to Anna. “Come on.” Then he grabs her arm and pulls her into her trailer.

“Sir I…” His hand lands on her cheek and she spins around. She stares at Damian with watery eyes, love in her gaze.

“You stupid piece of shit” he murmurs with humor. “I knew it.” He shakes his head with a smile.

“I’m yours Sir,” the girl breathes and begins to undress.

“Where did he fuck you?” he wants to know.

“On the bed.” Anna points to the small bed in the trailer.

“On the floor,” Damian growls and Anna obeys. Then he grabs her ass, pulls it apart and sinks himself hard and painfully deep into her.

“Oh god sir! Thank you thank you Sir for fucking my ass Sir!”

“Shut your whore mouth you fucking animal” growls Damian and Anna presses her hand hard to her lips. “I see that you love me. So don’t act like a stupid teenager, just do your job and fuck Jason out of his mind.” Anna nods in panic as the pain gives way to pure pleasure. “You did it,” Damian says a little nicer. “Now don’t screw this up, be at Jason’s disposal and as a reward I’ll fuck you for whatever little sanity you have that isn’t already swimming in my cum.” Another nod, violent and grateful. “And who knows…” Moaning, Damain rams himself into Anna Kendrick. “If you’re nice, I’ll take you to the beach and rub some cream on your back.”

“Yes! Oh my god yes! YES!” The whole set can hear her.