Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

Hailee is a good girl

Hailee is already showing the first signs of exhaustion. Her legs hang limply in the arms of the man who is rhythmically fucking her, her hands no longer grip the two cocks she is jerking off as tightly and her tongue only rubs over the two cocks in her mouth instead of wrapping around them. After all, it’s only her first gangbang. Anna, on the other hand, is still on fire. She sits next to Hailee with her legs apart on her suitor’s lap and holds on tight to the other man whose cock she drives into her mouth with all her might while getting two in her gaping ass. She also moves more skillfully, using her energy to satisfy all men at the same time while Hailee slowly wishes for a break.

“I think that’s enough now,” a deep, calm voice is heard from the crowd of naked lads waiting for a chance, a second or third, to defile Hailee. A dressed older man with a round face and gray hair steps out of the crowd that makes way for him. As Hailee feels sperm on her tongue and down her throat for the eleventh or twelfed time that night, he steps in front of the two fucking women.

“Kevin!” says Anna after she too has swallowed her man’s sperm. “Happy birthday! You look good!”

“Thank you Anna. You too.” Kevin, obviously the main guest of the evening, nods, and the men leave the two women alone. Confused, Hailee sits next to her trainer for the evening. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Hailee. She’s an EGG too.” Hailee still hasn’t figured out what an EGG girl is, even though everyone is talking about it, but is too exhausted to ask.

“So Damian gave me two presents then?” But Anna just giggles.

“We’re too worthless for that Kevin, you know that. But of course, we’d love to fulfill our duty.” Kevin looks at Hailee, but there is hardly any desire in his gaze, more curiosity. This surprises the girl who has never received more attention than this evening. Finally, Kevin nods upwards.

“The third room on the left.” He grins. “If you like.” Anna laughs too.

“You’re funny, Kevin.” The older man chuckles, then turns away and disappears again. Haille automatically spreads her legs and presents her cunt, dripping with cum, to the crowd – after all, that’s all she’s done all evening. But Anna pulls her off the sofa. “Sorry boys. EGG business.” With that, she pulls Hailee through the grumbling but understandable crowd into a bathroom while the shrill screams of the girl, Katie Douglas, scream for more attention while everywhere else other girls get fucked.

Under the sink in the bathroom is a chained-up girl, covered in cum but neither Hailee nor Anna pay her any attention.

“Quick,” says Anna as she puts Hailee in the shower. The girl shrieks in horror as she is hit by the cold water, but it brings her back to life.

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“Anna wait.” Dressed and clean, Anna pulls her trainee up a flight of stairs through the house. “What’s all this? And what’s an EGG?” Anna stops.

“You just have to listen to me, Hailee, okay?” she says. “Mr. Stratton can destroy your life if you don’t…”

“But I’ll do what Damian says!” protests Hailee. “He says ‘volunteer to be raped all evening’ and I volunteer to be raped all evening!”

“That’s not the point.” Anna sighs. “Okay. You and me, we’re EGG girls. ‘Everything goes girls’, get it?” Now Hailee understands, at least a little. “This down here, in the garden, the lobby, the sex and all that, it’s not rape. The girls here get money for it or want it.”

“But… But I’ve seen woman and men here, I know them from movies… that’s got to make money.”

“It does. But you do realize that Damian earns half our salary? After all, he’s supporting us.”

“Yes… Yes, I know that. But…”

“We don’t get any money here Hailee. What do you think we are? We’re actresses here. Women. We’re here, in this town, with Damian, to entertain men. And that’s what we do. We are things Damian uses to get money. And if we are lucky, he makes us famous and lets us keep some of the price. This down here, it’s nothing yet. This is just sex, using fuck meat to shoot a load. This is a Stratton Starmakers party and women are just holes for pleasure here. Up there is where the real action is. There are no rules up there. And up there is the place where we can make things happen with our holes.” Now Hailee is getting scared. “Don’t even think about getting out now little lady. You’re already in too deep for that. You haven’t met the people yet, but today you’ve fucked at least four judges, seven policemen and so many lawyers I couldn’t count them. And so many producers that you’re known all over Hollywood by now. Do you understand?”

“Yes… I understand.” And she really does. “Damian said I should learn to be submissive.”

“You’re in his world now, get it? Part of his plan,” Anna states coldly. “You do what he says, fuck whoever he wants and are at his disposal anytime, anywhere and anyhow.” Then she shows her finger with a large diamond ring on it. “Here. You can buy this if you’re a good girl for him this night up here.” Anna blushes, for the first time that evening. “I wasn’t a good girl. That’s why I fuck his guests now when I’m not making a movie. Damian only fucks good girls. And you want to be fucked by Damian, believe me. All this, it’s a job. But if he fucks you…” Anna interrupts herself.

“What?” asks Hailee, feeling an urge inside her that she can’t explain. “What happens when he fucks you? He’s already fucked me. What happens then? Am I doing something wrong? Should I apologize? I know I was naughty but I didn’t know any better. Did I fuck too bad? Not much enough?” But Hailee is interrupted.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Don’t be afraid. You’re a good girl. Now let’s go and see Kevin.”

by Writing Shark

Bailey learns about ‘monsters’ and monsters

“Oarrr you little chocolate cookie. Yeah, shake that ass for me. You like it don’t you you little slut?”

He’s like an animal, a wild animal. And yet Bailey smiles as she shakes her ass for the greasy man. She’s ashamed of her fat ass, at least that’s what the girls at her school said. Now she uses her assets to make the executive happy. She’s almost dying inside, clenching her teeth and focusing all her energy on her ass and her smile.

“I’m your little bitch,” she whispers.

“What? Louder!”

“I’m your little slut,” she says louder and smiles. His stiff penis is maybe a third the size of Damian’s, a comical thought that flashes through her mind, but even now Bailey realizes that the grotesque situation she’s in only makes her understand her boss better. And it could have been worse. All the girls around him know only the goal of his favor, each wants to win it, the place in the sun. Katie lets dozens of men fuck her downstairs, at least Bailey is alone with Harvey.

The feeling isn’t really good though, she realizes as Harvey grabs his cock and jerks it wildly as he walks towards her.

“Pull your ass apart and show me your chocolate factory.” Bailey feels like throwing up, but concentrates on being a good employee for Stratton Starmakers and obeys the fat man.

When his hairy belly rests on her ass, however, she flinches. Why is he so sweaty already?

“What’s the problem brony pie?” he asks, hurt and with anger in his voice.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she stammers, desperately looking for a way out. “You just have such a powerful aura, sir.” The fat man laughs like a squealing pig.

“Aura? That’s a funny word for a girl like you. Especially with your skin color.” Anger floods her, but Bailey’s dams of fear and perverse loyalty to Damian hold. “Didn’t think they’d teach you like that in school.”

“We…” Bailey can’t believe she’s doing this, but maybe it’s helping to make him hard. Then it’s over quickly. “We don’t really go to school sir,” she says, tasting the foul stench of his body. “We fuck in the toilets all day… cost taxpayers money…”

“That’s right,” he grunts and pulls her legs apart, not realizing how incoherent her statement is. Damian would see through this lie immediately. Hope germinates in her, immediately smothered by the feeling of a meaty worm at her opening.

“You little whore pussy is pretty worn out,” he protests but still rams himself into her with all his might.

“Sorry sir, that’s all my body is for.” Hanging her head, she endures his assault on her pride and femininity as she realizes that the roughest sex with Harvey is like the gentlest foreplay with Damian. She shakes her head, not wanting to compare one rapist to the other. They are both terrible!

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“Suck my cock slave!”

“Yes, Master.” She greedily opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. And as she receives the sweaty little penis and tries to suck it without biting it off, she has only one thought. Damian is cleaner. If he takes me then at least I’ll feel something resembling pleasure.

“Go on slave! Harder! Try harder you lazy brown pig!” When I give Damian a blowjob, I can hardly wait for him to come, just like with Harvey. No, don’t think any further! “You like that, you horny piece of shit, don’t you?” But with Damian, I want him to come because it’s… because it’s hot. Now she’s thought it and a new feeling comes over Bailey. She releases the worm of her tourmenter from her mouth, wraps her hand around it and jerks it off hard and fast.

“Yes sir… go on… please… I need your cum…”

“Finally, you little black whore. Right here is your place.”

“Yes sir I know my place.” In awe, Bailey looks up at him… at the face of Damian Stratton standing over her, his mighty cock stiff and manly and good smelling and clean and… At least with him, I cum… I cum like crazy…

“Kiss my belly you bitch!” Bailey purses her lips and gives Harvey’s sweaty, hairy belly a big, juicy smack.

“Hmmmmuah!” Then she smiles between his legs as she jerks him off, imagining Damian sitting in his office chair, she under his table like the little puppy he sees in her.

And Katie the bitch is sitting outside, making coffee and thinking about what she’s missing in here. That’s right you little bitch. Bailey has your seat and she’s not giving it up!

Deep in her head, Bailey knows she’s falling for Damian, his world and his influence, but the biggest part of her is too intimidated by the punishment he’ll inflict on her if she doesn’t satisfy Harvey. And so the thought of submission seeps unfiltered into her subconscious as she satisfies and pleasures a fat disgusting pig.

“Suck my balls whore!” Bailey immediately throws herself under his cock, jerks him off and takes the hairy balls into her little mouth while smelling his dirty scent. “Use your black tongue you fucking monkey!” Bailey doesn’t hear the words, just imagines the praise Damian will give her. She doesn’t smell the sour odor of sweat and precum, smells the expensive perfume Damian always sends her to buy. And she doesn’t see Harvey’s little cock in front of her face but the monster of Damian that she has always been afraid of. But now she understands that they are both monsters. But men like Harvey are real monsters, bad monsters. In the industry Bailey wanted to enter voluntarily, you have to be a monster to survive, there are no good men there. Good men get eaten and Damian Stratton is the smartest monster in the group. And that monster protects Bailey – willingly with him and under him, willingly on his dick – from monsters like Harvey.

“Yes Sir. Fuck me! Fuck my little cookie pussy to pieces! Stick your monster in my cunt and civilize me Sir!”

“Yes you whore! Yes!”

“Yes Sir! Fuck your slave Sir!” Without hesitation, Bailey sits up, licks along his cock, spreads her legs and sits down on his cock. They both moan like animals as he sinks into her. “Oh fuck you’re so big in my ape pussy sir! Thank you for fucking me!”

Then Harvey can’t take it anymore. Damian is stronger than him, he can hold out longer. And Harvey mistakes her satisfied face as victory over her and her race while Bailey seeks refuge in submission to the real, true, deadly efficient monster. She is happy, accepts her place and knows what she must do.

She has never gone to such lengths to ride a man as thoroughly and sexily as Harvey. Damian would surely be proud of her and Bailey feels ashamed that she wasn’t allowed to please him with her black ape pussy. As soon as I’m done here, she thinks to herself and throws herself onto the little cock beneath her, moaning wildly. In the office I make him the best coffee, serve him as he deserves, be a good girl, listen to what he says. She rests her hands on his greasy chest, digs her fingernails into his skin, throws her head back.

“That’s so good! Fuck that’s so good! Yes! Yes! Yeeees!” Together with Harvey, Bailey comes to an incredibly good orgasm. She feels him squirt his little load into her, thick and viscous she feels him on her walls while her own orgasm is strong and overwhelming. Just thinking about him… my god I can’t wait until he fucks me next time…

Tired and exhausted, she sinks down on his sweaty body, presses her cheek against his hairy chest and falls asleep smiling.

by Writing Shark

Amy is made useful

Anything goes up here, the people who retreat to the bedrooms know that. Amy is one of those people and you explain it to Sydney. The escort girl giggles excitedly and as soon as you close the door behind you, her hands are all over your body.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck the boss,” she coos seductively as she tries to unbutton your shirt. You, however, grab her hands and hold them tight, tying the girl to you and using your height to show her who’s in charge.

“You’re a horny little piece of fuck meat Sydney,” you say honestly. “But little Miss Amy here has ruined your evening.

“Why?” Sydney asks stupidly while Amy is already getting ready. You never thought Amy would be the most intelligent woman in the room. Your grin is devilish and Amy starts to tremble as you turn Sydney around to face her.

“She works for me, belongs to me.” You sigh. “I’m responsible for her. I actually wanted to fuck you today but Amy got in the way. Now I have to show her what I expect from her. Will you help me with that Sydney?” It’s as much a test for your soon-to-be-employee as it is for Amy.

“Is this my recruitment test?” she grins cheekily and asks a redundant question. You nod.

“Hiring for you, for Amy it’s about keeping her job.” Sydney steps up to the girl who is half a head shorter than her.

“Okay, Mr. Stratton. What do I have to do?” You casually wander through the room behind Amy. Quickly and efficiently you slip her dress off her body, then you undo her bra and Amy obediently pulls her panties off her body. She stands in front of you in nothing but high heels, looking down to the floor in shame and fear. Meanwhile, Sydney watches you with her fingers over her crotch and her teeth on her lower lip. Finally, you grab a chair, place it against the wall and sit down casually. Sydney is about to go down on you, but you stop her. Haven’t you already made it clear that this is about Amy? Your next words make it easier for Sydney.

“Hurt her.”

“What?”

“You heard me right.” Sydney looks at Amy, then back at you.

“For real? I mean… okay…”

“Sir I…” Amy begins, but then Sydney’s hand lands on her cheek. The girl screams and wants to run out of the room.

“If you leave now, you’ll have no future with me,” you threaten icily and Amy stops. “Make up your mind.” Crying and red-cheeked, little Amy clenches her fists, tightens her body and turns stiffly to Sydney, who is already undressing too.

“H… H-hit… Fucking shit! Hit me!” Another scream, this time Sydney has hit the other cheek.

“More,” you just say and pull your stiff cock out of your pants. Sydney presses her lips together, then a wicked grin appears on her face.

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It’s not about punishing Amy, even though she looks sexy with a red face and puffy eyes. She’s in her place. As you jerk off lazily, you watch with pleasure as the two girls complete their respective tests like well-behaved, diligent, desperate schoolgirls. Amy is frantic, Sydney loses herself more in her liberated lust with every stroke she delivers.

“On the bed bitch” she hisses and Amy literally throws herself onto the sheets. Of her own accord, she presents her white, pure ass to the other girl.

“Ah!” Soon a red palm stands out on the flawless skin like a badge of devotion to you.

“It could be worse,” you say to Amy, gesturing Sydney to continue.

“I know sir IAAAH! I know…” You’re a little regretful that Bailey or Katie aren’t here now, Katie’s mouth would be desirable in this situation and Olivia will surely be amused that you had to satisfy yourself tonight. You can never have enough cunt. But seeing Sydney fit into your plan is extremely arousing, apart from her tits jiggling freely with every stroke.

“Is that enough Sir?” She asks a few minutes later, already out of breath herself. Women are just too weak to punish properly. You shake your head.

“Hurt her.”

“Sir…” Is she in doubt, you ask yourself. But she points to your belt. She has initiative.

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“AAAAH!” The crack of the expensive leather on her velvety skin is music to your ears. Amy claws at the sheets as if she’s about to be ripped into pieces, her whole body white with exertion and fear and red with pleasure and pain. “AAAHAHAHA!” The blow hit her cunt. Sydney is vague and sloppy, but eager.

“Do you like this you little slut?” you ask her while stroking your cock. The girl nots eager, fire in her eyes. “Then…”

“Hurt her?”

“Hurt her.”

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It’s been like this for an hour and Amy is just shaking and screaming. Your belt lies sweaty and dirty on the floor and Sydney has turned her attention to Amy’s front. She’s too weak to do any real damage, but it’s enough to make Amy cry. Well, everything makes Amy cry these days.

Her screams get shrill as Sydney grabs her nipples and pulls them down. Amy wants to follow but Sydney pushes her back up and the bi girl automatically obeys. You can see that she is devoted to you, even if her motivation is her family. Surely all she can think about now is the pain and you.

“Amy,” you say and her eyes tell you. You’re good at reading people and you can read Amy like an open book. Sweating, crying and with snot on her face, she looks at you. She is ugly but that makes her beautiful. Breathing heavily, she looks at your cock, then into your eyes. Then she turns to Sydney.

“Hurt me you stupid cunt!” she hisses. “Hurt me and make me show him that he owns me.” Then she tries to spit at the girl, but doesn’t have the strength and the wad dangles embarrassingly from her chin. You would laugh if you weren’t so horny. And luckily you are horny, otherwise Amy would see how proud you are of her.

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Sydney doesn’t know what to do anymore and soon you have to intervene. But you say it one more time.

“Hurt her.” After Amy’s statement, Sydney has started punching her in her little girlish breasts. She’s running out of ideas and it’s interesting to see that Sydney is so simple and crude to resort to such violence. Maybe it was done to her in the past. You want to test that theory. For now, though, you watch as your latest catch throws Amy off the bed onto the floor, puts her on all fours and hits her in the stomach. Choking and coughing, Amy falls to the side, but then looks at you and swayingly stands up again. Sydney looks at you questioningly, already out of breath, sweaty hair und heaving body and with a bright red face.

“Hurt her.”

The scream is deafening as Sydney grabs Amy’s cunt and squeezes. Hard. No sense, no trick, just brute force as she closes her fingers into a fist, Amy’s sensitive flesh between them.

And you see it on her stupid, impressionable girl-faces. Lust.

Amy cries, howls, snot and tears hang from her face. But she smiles, dumb and desperate, and happy. She knows she’s proven herself to you.

And Sydney smiles, crazy, stupid and aroused. You’ve obviously found exactly who you were looking for. And Sydney notices it too.

“That’s enough,” you finally say. You step in front of Amy, who is only half on this earth, kneel down to her, pull her head up and kiss her gently on the forehead.

“Th… Th… Thank… Sir… for using… for keeping and… owning… me… I… I… I lo…” Your hand lands heavily on her cheek and the only reason she doesn’t collapse is because you hold her head up with all your might. Then you press her lips together, squeeze her spit out of her mouth and make her look at you.

“I’m proud of you.”

Girlcum flows out in streams from between Sydney’s fingers, Amy makes an animalistic noise, barely human, then she just falls over. You and Sydney look at each other.

“That was hot, Sir,” she gasps, wiping her face. “I didn’t know I had that in me. Wow.”

“Good thing you’ve got it in you,” you say, eyeing the naked, sweaty girl.

“Why?” Always these stupid questions. But whatever, at least she’s following orders and hurting who I say.

“For someone in my position, it’s important to have someone for wet work.”

“Wet work? What’s that?” You roll your eyes and pull your shirt off your body.

“Shut the fuck up.” Then you grab her by the hair, put your arm between her legs, lift her up roughly and throw her onto the bed in a high arc.

by Writing Shark

Amy makes up her mind and you find a new girl

Poor Amy rushes into the toilet with her hand over her mouth, squeezes past several visitors, barely holds her hair back and then vomits into the toilet bowl. She feels so bad, used even though she’s the only one intern who hasn’t had a stranger’s cock in her today. Poor Bailey, she’s feeling sorry for Amy, bathing off her mistake, all alone with the fat, hairy pig. The thought of lying under him disgusts the girl. She’s been with Stratton Starmakers for so long, put up with so much for the chance to move up in life and provide something for her family, and now she’s failed. Bailey likes her, but not that much. Surely she will tell Damian about her failure and then… Again the poor girl throws up, this time it’s the fear of being alone. That can’t happen. Her parents don’t have much money and are dependent on her.

“Hey sugar, what’s wrong?” A man stands in the doorway and starts on her ass while the girl hangs over the bowl. “Want me to help you?”

“No thanks…” she gasps and tries to smile.

“Come on sugar.” The man grabs between his legs. “I have something to sweeten your evening. What do you say?”

“No… I… thanks, but…”

“You’re with Stratton, aren’t you? I recognized your colleagues. Why don’t you just join us?” That would be Amy’s chance. The man is black and doesn’t look too bad. Amy thinks she knows him, but isn’t sure. She could please Mr. Stratton if she… The man takes his penis out of his pants and waves it in front of her face. “Come on, bitch,” he says sternly. “You know you want it. Be a good girl.” Amy straightens up and stares at the flaccid penis. Tonight is a really bad night.

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Tonight is a really good night. Your girlfriend has just sent you a long video of her fucking some poor girl – presumably her secretary Abigail, you’ve fucked her too infrequently to recognize her hair, almost suffocating between her thighs, Hailee is servicing multiple cocks with Anna and judging by her moans you’ve found another follower for your crusade against women, and Katie’s spread legs are wiggling in the air as she’s almost crushed between two fat male bodies. You’re enjoying the feeling of control that’s developing even as you just stand there sipping your drink.

And your company is not for shame either.

Perhaps not the prettiest flower in the field, young Miss Sydney Sweeny is beautiful enough to make you think dirty, conquering thoughts. Especially her big, deep eyes and her ‘fuck me’ look (which she always has, according to her) make you look forward to making her choke on your cock later.

“I tried drugs once, but they weren’t mine. I have bedroom eyes even without that,” she says with a knowing smile.

“You’re doing a really good job Sydney” you praise her. It’s good to test yourself in the art of seduction, especially since that’s your job. Sydney Sweeny isn’t much of a challenge though, not the storming of the Gustaf Line, more like the air war in Desert Storm. The young escort girl doesn’t stand a chance against you, even if she wanted to. But her hand on your arm tells you that you’re dealing with a bitch in heat.

“Thank you, Mr. Stratton. And you’re an agent?” A stupid bitch at that.

Well, not too stupid, you think to yourself. Just intelligent enough to be useful.

“I am,” you smile good-naturedly and return the touch of her hands. You can lose yourself in her eyes, but not at one of your orgies. You don’t find love here, you fuck flesh. “Stratton Starmakers?” Now her lovely eyes grow wide.

“What? That means… you’re my boss!” She giggles stupidly, girlish, infantile, sexy. She’s good at that and your cock is hard. Sydney may be dumb, or at least barely intelligent enough, but she’s good at controlling a man’s body. Her slender fingers move gently and precisely between your legs. “Now that makes me happy.”

“Why?” you ask, even if you already know the answer.

“Because then my service is free for you.”

“Do you know the rules of the upstairs rooms?” The girl nods.

“I know what happens there,” she says and leans on you, pressing her breasts against your arm. Then she stands on tiptoe and whispers in your ear. “But I’ would give up my consent anywhere for you.” When she gets back on her feet, her breasts heave and she nibbles seductively on her lower lip as she lowers her head and looks at you. She knows what you like and her motives are very clear. Who wants to be an escort girl when you can be a star? Luckily for her, you want to fuck her and you also have a use for her.

“Come on then,” you smile and grab her hand. From now on, you’re in charge. Tonight really is a good night.

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“Sir! Sir!”

“Oh shit…” Before you can even finish the sentence, Amy Wren flies into your arms, crying like a little child. Rather half-heartedly, you hold her and slowly let her slide down your body, your stiff cock pressing against her. The men in the room look at you briefly, but then turn their attention back to the attractions, Sydney looking at you with barely concealed curiosity. “My assistant,” you explain to her and pull the crying Amy up to you. “The one who was supposed to be entertaining the guests. What’s wrong now?”

“I can’t do this!” she shrieks hysterically, making you angry. “I can’t do this! Please! Sir! I…” she chokes on her words, coughing and smudging her makeup as she wipes her face with her arm. “These men… they’re all like this… and Bailey… my God Katie… they… both…”

“They’re both doing something for the company,” you say sternly. “As you should be doing.”

“I know… but I can’t!” Then life comes into her panicked face as she realizes how colossal she fucked up. “Please don’t fire me, sir! Please! I’ll do anything! Anything but that!”

“Amy,” you say tenderly, already tearing up her contract in your head, but stroking her cheek. “You only have to fuck men. That’s all I want from you. Here, look at Sydney. She earns a lot less than you and does exactly the same thing.”

“Much harder stuff actually,” says the escort girl with a wink. “You’ll see, Sir.”

“See?” But it doesn’t help. Amy is your most experienced intern, but she’s not cut out for this world. And you’re a hard-working, intelligent man. She’s just a woman. You can let her go, she’s far too scared of you to reveal anything about your world. But Amy is with you because you can control her so easily and so much. You don’t want to give that up. And besides…

“Sydney,” you say, turning to the other girl as Amy sinks back down to your feet. “You earn less than my intern? What do you think about me taking you out of your job and employing you?”

“That would be fantastic Sir. But…”

“But?” The girl grins cheekily.

“But you can do anything with me.” You grin at her while Amy starts to cry again.

“Please Sir!” She begs, clutching your feet. “Please don’t fire me! I can’t allowed this to happen! My parents! I’m begging you! Sir! Please! Ple-he-hese…” The surrounding guests grin filthily but you just want to get on with your plan. Your cock won’t get much harder, stupid little Sydney is far too hot for that. Even the desperate redhead at your feet doesn’t help. You wanted to fire her. But you still have a use for her.

“Get up you stupid cunt,” you growl, grabbing Amy by the hair and pulling her up so she can stare into your face from pained eyes, scared and malleable, just the way you like it.

“So you don’t want to do what Katie and Bailey do for me?” Amy doesn’t dare shake her head, just blinks. “I should fire you here and now and throw you to those savages.”

“No sir! I’ll behave myself! I’ll be a good girl! Anything but that!”

“Anything but that,” you copy her and spit in her face. Amy is too distraught to notice the wad running down her eye. Sydney giggles next to you. “But I have one more task for you. A single, simple task.” The wad of spit mixes with her bitter tears. “No men,” you say and smile. “Except me, of course. A new job for you and you’ll still be useful to me and the company. What do you say?” It’s not a question of what the girl chooses. Tonight is a good night.

by Writing Shark

Katie gives her all for the company

The three interns wander lost through the increasingly wild party/orgy. All three are already familiar with their boss’s parties, which doesn’t mean they’re used to them. In the house the music isn’t quite as loud and the sounds of lust and sex are abundantly clear.

“We’d better get out of here,” whimpers Amy, clinging to Bailey to avoid a drunken man running after a giggling stripper.

“Yeah,” Bailey agrees, looking at a woman giving two men a blow job. “This is insane.”

“Calm down,” Katie suddenly says defiantly, which surprises the others. She also looks unsure but fights it. “We should trust Mr. Stratton. There are clear rules for the treatment of women here, you know that. You’re only allowed to do anything with EGGs.”

“But if we’re not careful, we‘ll become EGGs too,” Bailey grumbles. “It’s already enough to be abused by Mr. Stratton.” The girls don’t like each other, partly because of their situation, partly because of their work in the industry. The fact that their boss has only promised them one single rewarding job as an actress does the rest. But Bailey has another reason to distrust Katie more than Amy. “Well… I mean because he’s so good in bed.” Katie is a little rat who is so devoted to her abuser that she willingly betrays her friends for him.

“Yes,” Amy agrees with her friend and sees the angry look on Katie’s face. “He’s certainly better than the others here.” But that doesn’t put his favorite off. She knows that Bailey and Amy think she’s a little whore offering herself to their pimp, but life isn’t as easy as those two stupid cunts think.

“I don’t care what you think” Katie snaps defiantly. “I’m not going to let Mr. Stratton down. You know he didn’t just bring us to this party to have fun and I’m going to thank him for this opportunity.” With these words, she turns to leave, the glances of the others on her back.

Katie taps the first man she meets on the shoulder, a beefy hunk who towers over her by two heads.

“What do you want?” he asks, bewildered, no doubt because Katie looks out of place in her clean and tidy dress. The young girl takes several deep breaths. Does she really want to do this? Even for Damian? Would he be proud of her if she gave him the last thing he didn’t have? She hopes so.

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“Hello, Mister! My name is Katie Douglas. I work for Mr. Stratton.”

“Wow! You know the guy who organized this? That guy is great!”

“Yes!” She smiles kindly and pulls out the marker she stole from Hailee earlier. It will be she who is in his grace after all of this. “I’m here to serve as entertainment as well. So far I’ve only had sex with Mr. Stratton, but he thought I could be useful here. So is there anything I can do for you?” Her whole body trembles as the man smiles dirtily. Then, without hesitation, he grabs her handy breasts through her dress, making her flinch a bit.

“You’re hot little one remind me of my daughter… her friend.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Katie gasps. Then she pulls out her pen. “It would be very polite of you to leave a review after you used me.”

“Huh?” The man is already drunk and can hardly think straight with lust.

“Use me and tell me what you think of me,” the girl explains again. The man just shrugs and lifts Katie onto his shoulder. Amid shouts from the others, he carries her through the crowd towards a sofa while the petite girl’s dress and shoes are already being removed by other bystanders.

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“This can’t be happening…” mumbles Bailey.

“My God…” breathes Amy, slapping her hands over her face.

The two watch as the unknown hairy man sits down on the sofa with his legs apart and petite Katie sits on his lap. She sits on him with her legs spread and guides his cock into her tight cunt, blinking under her moved-up skirt. Amy draws in a breath as she watches Katie begin to ride the man.

“That whore,” Bailey hisses angrily. “Thinks just because she fucks everyone she’ll be Mr. Stratton’s favorite.”

“I don’t know,” mumbles Amy. “The man looks happy.” And she’s right, Bailey admits painfully. Amy told her and before Katie lost her mind she was very close to Bailey. The fact that they have to fuck Damian is bad enough, and they have to compete for him. And now Katie is taking it a step further. Is that right?

A second man joins Katie, who is riding the man with her face contorted in pain.

When Mr. Stratton fucks her, she seems happier, Bailey thinks to herself, but then Katie notices the other man.

“Hello!” she greets in a friendly, if somewhat breathless manner, “I’m part of the program tonight too. Please use me and rate your experience.” She points to her chest. The interns have seen often enough how the other stars do it here. Then the other man steps in front of Katie, takes her head and pulls it onto his cock. The other two watch in shock as Katie starts sucking with wild movements.

“Fuck you’re a little whore. That bitch sucks like no other,” the man praises in the round.

“Let me have a go too!”

“Wait until it’s your turn!” Katie’s head jerks wildly back and forth, then she releases the cock inside her with a ‘plop’, but quickly wanks it again.

“Everyone gets a turn today, don’t worry. Katie Douglas is all about the full satisfaction of the Stratton Experience!” she shouts loudly and happily to the room. “And don’t forget to rate my holes today!” Then throws herself back onto the cock in front of her while wobbling with her arms for dick.

“Form rows for fucks sake!” another man nags, shoving himself next to the man with his cock in Katie’s mouth. The young girl stretches out her hand, misses her target at first, but then catches the dick and jerks it off in time with the first man ramming her onto his lap.

Moans and gagging can be heard from the sofa as Bailey and Amy watch more and more men surround their young coworker like wolves around a lamb.

“This can’t be happening… Oh God in her ass too… I think I’m going to be sick…” Amy shakes her head in disbelief and Bailey catches herself thinking that if she tells Damian about this evening, Katie will be in his good graces for all eternity. That can’t happen.

“I don’t know… but…” She shudders at her own thoughts and shakes her head. “Let’s get out of here,” she decides, not to save her friend, but because she doesn’t know what will happen if…

“Hey sweeties, aren’t you with Damian too?” Bailey recognizes the drunken, staggering man standing in front of her. He’s a friend of Kevin, and therefore also of Mr. Stratton. “Yes,” the man mumbles and points his finger at Amy. “Didn’t he fuck you after our first meeting? Amy it was, right?” Amy is so scared she can’t say anything.

“Hello, Mister…” Bailey begins but is interrupted.

“We’ve been over this, my sweetie pies. Call me Harvey.”

“Hello Harvey,” Bailey greets instead of her friend. She speaks with a dry mouth, aware of the reputation of the bloated, greedy man. “Yes, we work for Mr. Stratton.” But the man only has eyes for little Amy Wren and gets straight to the point.

“So you’re on the menu today too? Looking at your sexy little colleague…” But his greedy eyes are fixed on Amy’s small breasts, which tremble under his gaze. “What’s the matter? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” Men like Harvey don’t know how to treat delicate girls, but even Bailey understands that this doesn’t count for anything. And she also knows what is expected of her. And from Amy.

Of course she can say ‘no’, Mr. Stratton’s rules are simple. Apart from the EGG girls, every woman here can say ‘no’ – the only exception is in the upstairs bedrooms in Kevin’s big house, and you only go there voluntarily. But she also knows she’s not an EGG girl and that she belongs to Damian Stratton. She has a choice. But the choice is simple.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“What?”

“Yes Harvey. We’re on the menu too.” His grin looks like an open wound festering and Bailey feels sick while Amy starts to shake at her side.

“How about you two lovebirds kiss?” he asks, sticking to the rules but showing his animalistic greed. Bailey turns to Amy, cautiously, and looks into her anxious eyes. Last night they did it together for Damian, for his favor, and he didn’t even call her on it. Maybe it wasn’t enough, like the panties as a gift. And when she sees Katie lying over the back of the sofa getting fucked in all three holes while jerking cock and men write crude compliments on her naked body, Bailey knows what she has to do.

“Come here,” she whispers to Amy and pulls her close. Bailey knows it will take something to get into Damian’s good graces. Maybe even over Katie the little bitch. In the meantime, Bailey only has to fuck one man, she can even share him with Amy. And Harvey is smelly, famous and powerful, a good friend of Damien’s. His praise on her abused body would bring her a lot of value and…

But Amy doesn’t see it that way. With a startled cry, she breaks away from Bailey, startling her and Harvey.

“I’m… I’m sorry… I… I have to…” Then she presses her hands to her mouth and runs towards the restrooms.

“Fuck…” Harvey grumbles. “I’ve always wanted to fuck that redheaded bitch…” Alone with Harvey, Bailey is overcome with fear.

“We… We could wait for her…” she suggests, betraying her friend so as not to be alone with him herself.

“Ah fuck… Maybe another time. Black pussy is only half as good, but if I fuck you twice as hard…” Bailey could refuse, but she doesn’t think about that possibility.

“Okay…”

by Writing Shark

Hailee accepts her fate

In a daze, Hailee shuffles through the crowd of men watching Anna Kendrick squat and expose her pussy to the crowd. She feels hands on her ass and between her legs and of course on her breasts and face but she keeps walking. In her head swims the thought that she is selling her body short but the thought doesn’t take hold. She imagines what it’s like to be famous, feels the hands on her body, the nasty looks and the dirty grins and decides to think only of the former. Fame is all she has left, now that she’s fucked Damian Stratton so willingly. And he’s right. Hailee is deeply ashamed to go down this path, but even more ashamed to be left with nothing in her hands. And it shames her that she still trusts the man after he wronged her. He said it was for her own good and Hailee Steinfeld would doubt it if there was any room left in her head except serving men.

At the top of the stripper platform, Anna looks at her questioningly while she performs, but the DJ announces the second girl and Anna understands. Without hesitation or interrupting her show, the naked woman pulls the girl towards her and presses their lips together. The crowd is satisfied and when Hailee feels the woman’s hands on her neck and tastes the flavor of her lipstick, her head empties even further. The two women kiss and embrace, Anna continues to dance, pulling Hailee across the stage like a cheap doll.

“What are you doing here?” asks Anna as she spreads her bare ass for the crowd.

“Damian sent me…” That changes everything. Anna understands that she has a colleague in front of her and immediately afterwards she runs her hands under the yellow dress.

“Another EGG girl for this evening” she calls over the music. Hailee doesn’t understand but the crowd becomes even more unruly as the older woman leads the younger one to the edge of the stage. Hands immediately reach up and tug at Hailee’s clothes. The girl shrieks but Anna holds her down, puts her on the floor and pulls the yellow dress over the girl’s head. Soon Hailee is naked except for her high heels and feels Anna all over her body. Then the bright lights of the stage are taken up by a pure-skinned, somewhat sweaty bottom, then it goes dark.

Heile feels the heat of the cunt pressing against her face. At first she panics. She is not a lesbian! A drop of pleasure juice drips onto her upper lip, then her nose is pressed against the area between Anna’s butthole and her cunt. Her hormones flood Hailee’s senses, then she feels more wetness on her lips. She squirms, kicking her legs but Anna is trained and obedient to the cries for more from the crowd. Finally, Hailee blinks into the cunt as she feels a talented tongue between her legs and then it all happens very quickly.

Never would the upcoming actress have imagined her life would be like this, licking another woman’s cunt in public for the pleasure of unknown men, sex and degradation all around. But she’s wet, Anna is very talented and Hailee doesn’t know whether shame or lust is reddening her cheeks and labia. But that’s not as bad as the other. Neither are the cries and the hands on her body. In the darkness of Anna’s lap, Hailee recognizes things.

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For one thing, she recognizes her wetness, acknowledges it, her lust, the desire for more that is greater than her shame. On the other, she realizes that Damian was right. She sees pictures of herself on big stages, in front of cameras, laughing, happy and rich. But what is most confusing is that with each of her successes, Damian is somewhere in the background, smiling contentedly.

“Huuurrrrghhhh Fuuuck…” Anna uses her hands to help, driving her fingers over Hailee’s clit as the girl begins to moan loudly. Her hips jerk, then everything blurs in a sea of applause as Hailee squirts across the stage, onto Anna’s hand and arm. Anna lifts her lap from her face, stands and bows to the crowd with a wet face and arm.

“Thank you for the applause. We are at your disposal from now on. Have fun with the EGG girls.” While other girls clean the stage for the next show, Anna helps the naked Hailee up. “Did you get a maker too?” Hailee blinks, then nods. During the show, the pen is lost but the two take Anna’s, lying in a fountain of Hailee’s juices. Anna takes the pen, pulls off the cap and writes something on Hailee’s skin. The girl winces and looks down at herself.

“Acceptable. Anna. What…?”

“I’m a woman,” says the actress. “I’m too stupid to make a better judgment. Come on, Damian will be furious when he reads this.” Anna drags Hailee with her through the crowd, which is only greedier after their show. They get maybe halfway across the garden on their way to the house, when Hailee is pulled aside while two men pounce on Anna.

And as Hailee watches Anna get two dicks stuffed in her mouth at the same time, she realizes that nobility and honor are not qualities an actress in Hollywood can have. Maybe it’s just Damian Stratton, but the thought of him just makes her all fuzzy, the idea of him handling her like a carton of eggs at the market. She also feels hands on her, between her legs, on her bottom and her breasts. Fingers penetrate her, between her breasts and run over her lips. She takes one last look at Anna, a respected actress, an idol Hailee has looked up to. Damian Stratton made her famous. And Damian Stratton sent her here in a ridiculously sexy costume to turn men on and get fucked by them.

She submitted to him, just like Hailee, and she got what she wanted. Now she’s paying the price. But when a man pushes himself in front of her, she can only see his hairy belly, his semi-rigid penis poking her in the eye, Hailee can only hear the gagging and lustful moans of Anna that even the loud music can’t drown out. Yes, Hailee is in her place, even if she doesn’t like it, but Damian was right. Anywhere else is worse, whether in the boring obscurity of her former life or the inevitable hell of doing all this without being protected and paid.

Hailee takes the cock in front of her in her mouth, thinks about her sex with Damian and starts sucking. Anything for success.

by Writing Shark

Hailee’s first Hollywood party

The day is almost over again, the sun is already low in the sky but you’re still working. Work in this case means talking to already slightly drunk executives at the party of your good friend Kevin Spacey the respected actor.

Little Elle is already at home, probably already tugged in bed, and you can count on her to do her big girl homework. For now, you are called to the gate.

“They’re with me,” you say and the beefy bouncers let the four girls in. “Hallo ladies.” Bailey has squeezed herself into a blue evening dress that highlights her perky breasts, Amy’s red hair accentuates well with the black cocktail dress she’s wearing and Katie has gone a little daring in the strapless white evening dress with no bra (and panties, as you know your best intern). And then there’s Hailey in her yellow dress (provided by you) with the blue denim jacket over her shoulders. “Hailee, you look adorable.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stratton. But what have I done to deserve the honor of being invited to a Stratton party?” she asks, smiling broadly and missing Bailey’s gaze. Your interns already know what this is all about. It’s time Hailee understands what she has with you.

“You’re part of my agency now. That’s included in the package.” You lead the four young ladies inside. “And that too.”

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It’s almost funny to see how open-mouthed even the interns are, not to mention Hailee, whose heart almost explodes.

“What…”

It’s a small party, maybe a hundred guests, mostly men, friends of Kevin’s, executives, successful actors. And lots of women. You have three escort services fully booked. The establishments know about your parties and the money to be made there and also know what will happen if word gets out. Money and power keep the clubs and guests in check, fear does with the women.

“My God…” gasps Hailee, looking around in shock but not running away.

“Have fun, you three,” you turn to your interns. At a party like this, a few more cunts can’t hurt. You turn your attention to Hailee. “Come on” you say sternly and she follows you like a good girl.

You pull the shocked girl through the house and out into the large garden. On the way you pass a pool table over which two hookers are lying and being fucked from behind. Two more girls are pressing a large double dildo down their throats on the kitchen table and others are simply being fucked on the floor.

“We’re a little late,” you explain.

“Mr. Stratton… I know I said I’d do this for you… but…” You pass a group of men roaring as they try to shove several bottles into the orifices of a poor woman. Outside on the lawn, a girl is being sprayed with champagne, surrounded by laughing men and women. Some of the female guests are helping themselves to a buffet served over three naked women. Hailee is too shocked to go any further.

“Yes, I’ll have to explain that to you. Hailee, it’s not just me who’s going to fuck you.”

“What?” You grin devilishly as she turns to you, startled.

“You’re a phenomenal fuck, really. But so are the others here. Look around you. Why do you think there are hookers in this world? These girls are all beautiful, so why aren’t they actresses like you?”

“I… don’t… know…” mumbles Hailee absently, watching a scrawny girl punish a hooker with a wooden paddle under the watchful eye of her fingering mother.

“Exactly.” Unnoticed, you stand behind Hailee, blocking her escape route into the house, but the girl doesn’t move. She knows that if she moves away from you, she’s just as much a target as any hooker here. And she doesn’t want that. “You are beautiful and strong Hailee Steinfeld. It wouldn’t be wise to take those qualities away from you. Some girls are shy, that’s sexy, but you’ll always ride the dicks. I respect that.” Your hands settle heavily on her shoulders, massaging her back. “Ah. Here she comes. Take a good look at her.” The DJ changes the music as a scantily clad stripper dances through the crowd of men. She smiles broadly while her yellow bra stands out clearly against her white skin. She’s wearing a skirt that is tucked in at the bottom and sticks out at the top, making her look like a cracked egg. The young woman wiggles her ass delightfully as she moves to a stage in the garden on which a stripper pole is mounted.

“What… Who…” Hailee feels your hands on her breasts as she watches the woman but doesn’t do anything. Being molested by you is normal for her. “That’s… Oh God!” She spins around to face you. “That’s Anna Kendrick!”

“That’s right,” you laugh, grab her chin and turn her around again while Anna begins her humiliating striptease to loud applause while smiling.

“But she belongs to your agency,” stammers Haille. “I have informed myself… Anna is…”

“Anna does exactly what I recruited her to do,” you explain. “She’s just like you, little Hailee. Wild, outgoing and sexy. That’s okay. But you can only make it in this town if you’re not too smart.” As Anna dances, she peels her white skirt off her legs and throws it into the rowdy crowd of men, smiling happily and waving. Wearing only yellow underwear, she wiggles her body, rubs herself against the pole and shows off her charms. Then she throws her yellow underwear in the crowd. It’s the same yellow as the dress you are now slipping off Heile’s shoulders.

“No…”

“Yes,” you correct and Haille doesn’t resist while you make her naked in front of so many people. “I tolerate cheekiness, playfulness and a bit of spice, but I don’t tolerate thinking intelligence is something you have more of than I do. I don’t tolerate independence, do you understand that Hailee?”

This is the moment that is most critical for you. Hailee is everything you’ve told her and now it’s time to decide if the stupid greed and animalistic pleasure of being desired is enough to bring her to a life as your well-paid, successful and influential pleasure slave. It’s a risk you’re taking…

“Yes…”

But not a great one. Hailee is a woman and women are all the same.

“I will make you powerful and a good, real woman Hailee. In return, I want your obedience.”

“Yes…” A tear trickles down her cheek as she looks at you while all eyes that aren’t on Anna are on her nakey, shivering breasts. You lovingly stroke the drop from her clean skin.

“Don’t cry, my beautiful Hailee,” you smile. “You’ll enjoy being a little dirty whore. Do what I tell you and the world will be at your feet. But only when you lie at my feet. I’ll take care of you and you’ll get paid, famous and powerful. Nowhere else will you find what I can give you. And if you’re good, you’ll even enjoy it in the end. That’s what I’m offering you, apart from your success.”

“Yes…” She sniffles again, then the roar of the crowd makes her turn around. The successful Anna Kendrick has just pulled down her bra and is waving it at the crowd, then she presses her hands to her sides, bends over and shakes her melons as banknotes fly onto the stage.

“Now go up to her and entertain the crowd,” you say, and Hailee doesn’t even look at you in shock, more in understanding. “Learn to obey. Learn to be submissive. Here.” You hand her a black marker. “I want a report from each of your patrons today on how submissive you were.”

“Yeah… okay… but… I don’t have any paper and… Oh…”

“Good girl.” She already understands. You weren’t wrong about her. After tonight, Hailee will be part of your stable.

While your newest little horse walks to the stage in her yellow dress on wobbly legs, getting molested and touched, you stay behind alone at the party you’ve organized. There are available women everywhere so you pull out your cell phone and text the most important of them.

‘Hailee is broken.’

‘Have a nice evening honey’ Olivia sends you a picture of her winking at you and making a kissy face. Behind her you see a pair of legs sticking out from under a comforter. ‘You’ll get pictures when you get home.’ You smile and put your phone away. A young girl comes by, tits exposed and covered in red welts. She’s carrying a tray of wine in her hands, which you help yourself to. With a hard slap on the ass you send the girl on her way. She is pretty, yes, and would let you snatch her away to a quiet corner. But you don’t bother with peasants, you look around for worthwhile targets.