Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

Addicted to fame

“Oh God, this can’t be happening. Please. That can’t be.” But all the whining and pleading is of no use and Emma Watson is a smart, strong, logical woman. She knows what is happening to her.

The two photos are on the table and she still can’t believe that she stuck her own fist so deep inside herself, but her head burns with shame as she remembers the full feeling in her body. And the desire. “That must not be. No. Please.”

It’s not logical that she acts like this, resisting the inevitable realization that must come at some point. She knows that. But so much of her life is no longer logical. Her submission to an evil man.

She’s not smart either. Not if she makes deals with the devil. What made her trust Damian Stratton? It could have just been stupid naivety. Was it his looks? His smile? He has a beautiful smile. And his cock. His magnificent, powerful, big, twitching…

“No! Fuck!” Emma Watson angrily throws her wine glass against the wall. Red liquid splashes around the room as the young woman stomps the floor angrily, her fists flying. No. She is not strong. She has already lost.

Beneath her green summer dress, her wet cunt drips onto the soft white carpet floor of her living room and her thighs shine in the light from the ceiling lights. Her apartment is cluttered and messy, just like her head is messy and her body is messy.

She’s horny. So horny. It burns in her loins but no matter what she does, no matter how often she fingers herself, it doesn’t help. Six times since she staggered home last night and her body still wants more.

She should go to the police. Why doesn’t she go to the police? She has to go to the police! She does, runs across the room, grabs the phone… and does nothing.

He has the pictures. And even more. That’s what Octavia told her after she pulled her head out from between her sweaty thighs. He can ruin her life. Her family… Then she wouldn’t care about fame. Emma loves her family. And her family respects her. They see her as a leader, just as she wanted to be a leader for the many young girls in the world. No. She can’t lose that. But she can’t stay here. Not with… him.

“Fuck!” But she’s right, maybe the first logical thought today. She starts to pack her things. Eventually the aphrodisiac will wear off and…

It rings at the door. Emma ignores it and continues packing her things. Then there is a knock. Violent.

“I know you’re there slut.” It’s him. Emma starts to shake. She is afraid of him. But he would fuck her too, scratching the itch deep inside her with his huge… “Finally, bitch.” She doesn’t notice that she has already let him in.

“What… what do you want…?” she murmurs as Damian Stratton moves freely around her apartment and take a look around.

“I’m your agent,” he says without looking at her or taking his hands out of his pockets. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

“Fuck you!” Emma screams but doesn’t move and shudders at the look he gives her. It amuses him, her fight.

“Fuck me?” He grins dirty. “I’m the last one who has to fuck myself. What’s wrong with you?” He turns to her. “Are you so hot that you would fuck me?”

“No…” It doesn’t sound convincing. Not at all. “Never.” He grins again. “You are a monster. I wouldn’t…” Damian comes towards her and she forgets how to speak, letting the words fall and shatter on the floor. Then he stands next to her. Emma smells his scent and gets wet. Her knees tremble and she holds on to his arm. He is so big and strong…

“Then let’s talk, if you don’t want to fuck.” And with that he turns away to the sofa. Emma follows at his heels like a well-trained dog. “Sit down. Good girl.” Then he sits back and spreads his legs in that menspreading pose that Emma hates so much. But his cock is clearly visible through the fabric, the big bulge. Emma licks her lips. “Hey!” he bluffs. “My eyes are up here.”

“Oh… S…Sorry…” She’s so embarrassed but she can’t help it.

“Okay,” he begins with no emotion in his voice. “You already understand that I control you. At least you have enough for that.” Emma nods and clenches her hands into fists. She doesn’t want to obey him. “But you have no other choice,” he finishes her thought. “What burns in your veins is my special mixture. You don’t need to know what it contains, but you can tell you want more, right?”

“Yes,” Emma whispers quietly. Then Damian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a yellow plastic bottle.

“Here.” He hands her a pill. “So you don’t collapse.” Emma swallows the pill without thinking. “It stops the addiction but your cunt…” They both look between her legs and Emma spreads them wide without knowing why. “Admit it. You want me to fuck your silly little brains out.” Emma can only nod, then she wants to cry, but watches spellbound as Damian unbuttons his pants. “You’re mine now, Emma Watson” he says as his shirt falls down. She is enchanted by his body. The drugs are burning in her system and her body wants to put out the fire with the wetness of her pussy. “Take your clothes off you whore!” he barks and Emma tears her dress off her body without thinking. Then she is naked in front of him. “You will do anything for me” he knows and Emma knows it too.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything for you.”

“Sir.”

“Sir.”

“Again you stupid woman.”

“I will do anything for you, Sir.” Emma is too weak to resist. She just wants to be fucked. No other thought has room in her head and if she has to become the slave of this evil man, she throws away her honor and her body like trash. All just to get her fucked.

“You pretend to be good and nice and fuck everything I tell you. Anyone, anywhere, anytime.”

“I will fuck anything you tell me Sir” she sobs, fucking her cunt with her fingers. “I’ll be a good girl.” He comes to her, grabs her, pulls her down on the sofa and moves over her. Her legs wrap around his body without her having to control it.

“You’re going to have a lot of sex.” Then he penetrates her and Emma screams out her pleasure. Her pussy clenches in a hard orgasm but he grabs her hair, jerks her head around and forces her to look at him. “You will humiliate yourself. You’re going to do disgusting things.” He grins. “And after that, I’m going to make you a star.” Then he fucks her and between the all-consuming waves of orgasms, Emma Watson realizes that she doesn’t care what happens to her. Sex is simply too good to be consensual. She eagerly listens to her master’s words, fucks him, kisses him, screams and begs for orgasms like the good girl she is and she doesn’t care about anything else.

by Writing Shark

Elle Fanning becomes a star

You walk into the Disney Executives room. It smells like alcohol, sweat and sperm. Not your favorite part of your job but you want the rest of your life to be good. Two of the seven men have already left, three are still getting dressed, two are waiting for you and one is still fucking your newly acquired daughter with his pants down and his shirt wobbling wildly. All you see is her bare legs wrapped around his hips, holding him close.

Good girl, you think to yourself, then you turn to the others.

“Mister Stratton!” The head of the gang of seven dwarves approaches you.

“How did my little star negotiate without my help?” you ask with a smile, but don’t shake the offered hand. The man understands this and wipes the sweat and Elle’s juice dry on a towel.

“She was very accommodating. Her oral exam was top notch and she also did the legwork and impressed us all.”

“Fuck!” moans the man who is still fucking Elle. “Open your mouth, bitch!” A small itch makes your stomach rumble, but that’s part of the business.

“Here is the list of films we imagine for you,” says the third man, handing a thick folder to you. That’s how you want it. While the third man pulls out of Elle and dries his cock on her hair, you look through the folder.

Fuck she must have been good. I’m proud of you little one.

“We would have presented you with a distraction too,” says the leader of the group, straightening his tie. “But we heard you were busy with your own negotiations?” He looks at the girl who accompanied you through the building. You would have rather fucked the young thing than Elizabeth but she was of more value to you.

“It’s okay,” you say without looking away from the folder. There is more current money in the room than you have earned in your life, but you still have the power. They are all old, horny men and you provide the pussies that willingly surrender to them. For money. Your money “We’ll take them.”

“What?”

“All of them.” You grin at the man. “All films.” You point to the folder. “And that one first.” The man leans over.

“She really is made for a princess.” You look at your Disney business partner.

“The more films, the more often I can bring Elle back here.” A nod seals the deal.

“We don’t want to stand in the way of her brilliant career.” That’s it.

You dismiss the Disney executives from the room and are alone with Elle. The poor girl is completely destroyed and battered. Bruises and cum all over her body. The eyes are red because of the sperm in them and black because of the melted make-up.

“Sit up,” you command. Elle obeys and clumsily wipes her face. You give her a warm towel. “Clean yourself up.”

“Was I a good girl?” she asks in a quiet voice. “Are you proud of me?” That is more important to her than talking about her experiences or even complaining.

“There’s a washroom over there.” You point to the side. Elle isn’t the first you’ve thrown at Disney and she won’t be the last. “Clean yourself up. Thorough. Take your time.” You smile. “Then I’ll show you how proud I am of you.”

“Okay.” She stumbles through the room with unsteady steps and drips secretions all over the carpet. As you listen to the shower, try to find a spot on a chair, table, or wall to sit on or lean against.

---

“Come here, my little daughter.” After looking at her carefully, you spread your arms and Elle falls into your embrace. “I’m very proud of you, Elle,” you whisper into her clean, slightly wet, fragrant hair. Your hand strokes her back and adjusts her new dress that you brought her. It is white. White for a new beginning.

“I love you, Damian,” Elle whispers and you hug her tightly. “Daddy.” Then she looks up at you. “I did everything the men said.” You put an arm around her and lead her out of the room that she will come back to dozens of times in her life.

“I’m here for you, darling,” you say and wait to see what she tells you. You’re not really interested, but Elle needs aftercare and maybe you’ll learn something from the perverted old farts. Emma Watson is on your list.

“First I had to kiss her feet,” reports the 18-year-old girl in a surprisingly firm voice. “Then they beat me. But I thought of you and thanked them nicely.”

“Good girl,” you praise her. “And not in your face.”

“Yes. They said you would be angry if they damaged the goods. You protected me. Thank you, Daddy.” You pat her cheek. “Then I sucked their penises. I think they liked that.”

“I’m sure of it,” you laugh and Elle looks at you questioningly. “You’re a real little blow machine,” you explain.

“Thank you, Daddy. They were definitely very happy with me. Then I stroked their penises while they played with their…” she giggles. “I kissed their bottoms. I didn’t think men would like it but they really liked it. They didn’t taste good but I always smiled. Then they took me like you did, only all together. And they hit me again. Daddy? Can it be that my vajayjay is not good?”

“No honey,” you reassure her and lead her down the halls. You explain it to her in the elevator. “Men like to hurt women and you’re a good girl if you let them.”

“It really hurt,” Elle mumbles and feels her ass. Her wrists have also turned blue. “But I wanted to please you.”

“You do. I’m very pleased with you.”

“Daddy?” You turn to her. Her big eyes look at you questioningly. “Do you like it too… Do you like hurting me too?” It was clear that she was asking that. Pain is the simplest form of power, but it is no less effective against instinctive animals like women.

“Yes honey. I like it too.” If you weren’t Damian Stratton, you’d be surprised that Elle was smiling. You casually press the emergency stop button on the elevator. The girl squeaks in surprise, then grimaces in pain as you grab her wrists and hold them above her head. Your impressive body presses hers against the wall, then you kiss her deeply. It tastes like soap and peppermint. “Good girl. Let Daddy hurt you, honey.”

“Yes Daddy, please hurt me,” your daughter whines. “Hurt and protect me, Daddy.”

Your free hand moves down under her new skirt that you bought her and penetrates her with two fingers.

---

“Hello, Mister Stratton.” The girl from before is standing in front of the elevator and is almost scared to death when she sees Elle sucking on your fingers like a happy lamb. “Eh… I’m supposed to say goodbye to you.”

“Hello Aubrey,” Elle smiles and takes your hand. “I have the role.” The red-faced girl looks down.

“Well done Elle. I knew you had it in you.”

“Come on, Elle,” is all you say, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the entrance lobby. “You don’t have to deal with ordinary people anymore. You’re a star now.” Aubrey looks hurt but doesn’t dare say anything. Nevertheless, she is brave enough to bring you and Elle to the building where your car is waiting for you.

“Goodbye Aubrey,” your daughter says and looks at you apologetically. “She is very nice. And she doesn’t like it here. I just wanted to brighten her day.”

Maybe it’s the lack of sex. Elizabeth is really no substitute for a tight girl’s pussy. Or it’s the rush of success.

You just want to fuck and own the little thing, you admit to yourself and admit this little weakness to yourself.

“Should I buy her for you honey?” Aubrey and your daughter look at you questioningly.

“What… how?”

“You’re a star now, Elle Fanning. And I am responsible for you. Do you want to have her?”

“Have her? Like, own her?” You nod. “And what if she declines?” You lean down towards Elle.

“She’s a girl and you’re a star. And I am a man who owns you. Do you really think what she says matters?” Elle looks at Aubrey, then back at you. The other girl just stares blankly ahead of herself like the piece of furniture she is in your eyes. A toy for your daughter.

“She doesn’t like it here,” is all she says, not really knowing what to do next. But you know it.

“Wait here,” you say to Aubrey and pull Elle back into the building. Once inside, you are put through to your partners. Two minutes later you’re standing outside your car again, Elle smiling while holding your hand. “Get in,” you say to Elle and she obeys immediately. “Aubrey is your name?” you ask. The girl nods. You don’t say anything else. Your sports car only has two seats. And a trunk. You open it and nod into it. With a tear on her face, Aubrey climbs in. Her brown eyes follow you but she has already accepted her fate before you have closed your mouth.

by Writing Shark

Bargaining for a piece of meat

“The video…”

“So it goes like this.” You’re tired of being constantly interrupted by women who think they have the right to be seen as equals. Elizabeth Olsen Fanning who thinks her pussy is above her daughter’s. Camila who drinks your piss to feel important.

And now Olivia too.

Olivia Dunne who fell in love with me.

It had to happen at some point. Women are simple beings, emotional and instinctive. Of course Olivia would fall in love with you. Every woman does this at some point. It doesn’t matter how you look or how much money you have. Not even on your power. Appearance is something that you have been able to train yourself to a certain extent. Money gives you health and good nutrition. And that together gives you power, just like the job you do not to feel good, but to not feel bad.

Women don’t have any of that, they lack the natural drive to prove themselves in battle. Women want, even need, to be led. Otherwise accidents like ‘MeeToo’ – a cry from ugly women to get fucked too – or ridiculous competition like Avery Agency, a feminine version of you who, unlike you, sees everyone as an enemy, whether men or women, will happen.

Everything in life revolves around sex. Except sex. Sex is all about power. And men have the ability to seize the power. You did that and got a girl like Olivia Dunne who would allow you to defile any cunt in the world as long as she could fall in love with you.

Love. A weak construct that stands in the way of power. You have the power. You don’t need love. You have everything you want. A full stomach. A clean house. And as much sex as you want. You don’t need to combine all of this in one person.

But Olivia wants this. Maybe you have to push her away.

But… What if…

For now you can allow yourself the luxury of not thinking about Olivia because another cunt is sitting right across from you and if you’re not mistaken her cunt is wet with humiliation, lust and shame.

“Your daughter is mine now,” you say, switching your thoughts to Elizabeth. This is also a luxury that men have and women don’t, solving a problem with all your power. This is how you got to the point where you are now.

“I don’t understand… I… Why did you do this to me?”

“You don’t have to understand it,” you grin and get closer to the woman sitting on one of the chairs at the end of the table. The large office room is empty and no one will come to her aid. “All you have to do is take off your clothes.”

“The police will…” You hit her so hard that she slides off her chair like a petulant child. Before she can scream, you rush past the table, throw her chair aside, grab her by the neck and squeeze. She doesn’t defend herself, you overwhelmed her with your attack.

“The police will find out that you are an incestuous whore mother who sells her daughter to the Hollywood meat grinder for some money and gets excited about the things that will happen to her here,” you whisper into her face, which is already turning red. She looks at you with big eyes, stupid, submissive. “Yes,” you breathe, squeezing harder as you move over her. “Now you understand. Now you’re thinking about your daughter.” You grin like the devil. “Who will they find for Elle? She is eighteen Elizabeth. She will want me. The man who owns her innocence and who controls her.” You let go of the woman who is writhing on the floor, coughing and choking while you stand over her. “Here’s your choice now, bitch,” you smile as you unbutton your pants. Her eyes automatically fall on your cock. “You fuck the cock that’s going to fuck your daughter afterward and I’ll give you some of the money my little daughter brings I,n or I’ll take all of you, getting your daughter anyways, and put you in jail.”

---

People need free will. Especially women. And you’re good at selling them the choice they want.

Of her own free will, Elizabeth places her body on the conference table and spreads her legs. And her body also has free will and becomes invitingly wet as you penetrate her.

“Your daughter is better” you grunt as you fuck her so hard her feet lift off the ground. She grunts like a stabbed pig. “Tighter. Wetter. More willing.” Your fingers dig into her ass, grab, and painfully take what they want.

“Yes…” she gasps. “Yes… Yes… Elle…”

“You ungrateful cunt. What about Dakota?” you want to know and press her onto the table so hard that her breasts push the pad and pens off the table.

“Fuck Dakota,” she grunts. “You’re right. Elle is hotter… better… wetter…” Then she actually turns around and looks at you, her face contorted in pain and her eyes wet. “I couldn’t yet… Is she really that good? Does she taste as good as I imagine it?”

“She tastes like any girl,” you shrug. “She’s nothing special. Just three holes that need a daddy. Then you grab a pencil from the table and press it painfully into the flesh of her butt until she squeals like a whore. “Now turn around and take out your udders, you stupid piece of meat.” And Elizabeth Olson Fanning accepts your superiority like a good girl.

---

“Elle will live with me from now on,” you say as you pound fast and hard into the body beneath you. Her legs hang weakly from the table and her battered breasts jiggle in time with your attacks.

“Yes…” she moans. “Deeper…” You do her a favor and ram into her until your balls slap against her ass.

“You get twenty percent of her revenue from all sources.”

“Fuck… more…” But she means the sex. She doesn’t care about her daughter at all.

“And in return I get your daughter. Forever.”

“Fuck!”

“I decide about her, and you as her mother accept everything I put before you without wanting to accompany me.”

“I’m coming… Fuck I’m coming…”

“Not yet.” You slap her hard and continue fucking her. You too are on the verge of climax, but you want to seal the sale of Elle Fanning with a good nut. “Elle is mine now and if you’re a good girl then… who knows…” You grab her by the neck again, lifting her heavily breathing woman up and forcing her to look at you. She’s so ugly, eyes rolled, just your cock in her, no thoughts or any value. Just a typical woman. “Maybe I’ll send my friend Sydney to you to make sure your brain stays mush.”

“Please…” she begs obnoxiously, trying to keep her eyes on yours. “Please… I need to come… Please let me come…”

“Do you think it’s important to me what you do with your cunt?” The moment you empty yourself into her like a cumrack, she also throws herself off the cliff into the abyss, sprays all over her business skirt and gutturally screams out her surrender.

God, why are women so simple?

---

“It was a pleasure doing business with you Miss Olsen Fanning” you grin as you leave the room, the panting piece of meat still on the table.

“Mister Stratton?” The girl from before found you. She’s cute to look at but you have another pussy to take care of. “They’re asking about you.”

“On the way sweetheart.” You put your hand on the girl’s butt as she accompanies you to the conference hall.

by Writing Shark

Elle earns herself a gift

“Good morning, honey.” After the fuck and the punishments, Olivia is herself again. Still a little sleepy from the long night with Ashley, she even brings you something to eat in bed, not even looking at Abigail and Camila. Graceful as she is, she struts over the bodies of the two girls sleeping on the floor and puts bagels and juice on the bed for you. “OJ and a BJ for my hubby?” she asks with a grin.

“I’d rather not,” you grumble. “My cock still stinks from your secretary’s ass.” Olivia grimaces, kisses you on the cheek, turns around and kicks the girls lying on the floor.

“Wake up you bitches. Clean my boyfriend.” Abigail is too slow but Camila is eager, climbing on the bed and slobbering your cock with abandon and quietly until Olivia is satisfied. You grab Camila by her hair and cum deep in her throat.

“Good morning hubby.” There’s that word again. Is she starting it again?

“Today is Elle’s big day,” you say and caress Olivia’s thighs. “Should I bring her with me after the deal? She sure needs the praise of Daddy and Mommy.”

“All right,” she shrugs. Camila wants to move on your cock, but is stopped by your girlfriend.

“And Lyndsy is picking up Scarlett from the airport today,” you say. Then you relax and piss in your private toilet while Olivia grimaces but stays by your side. Beneath you, Camila moans as she has to swallow hard, then moans even harder as you gently stroke her head. “Good girl,” you say.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replies but is then pushed off the bed by Olivia.

“You smell like piss. Go wash, you pig.”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am. Sir.”

“Hubby… Babe?” You turn to her as you get dressed.

“Bring Elle here later.” That smile again.

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“Elle!” This time it’s you who hugs her, although not so deeply. Because her mother is standing next to the young lady. “Ready for the big day?” The girl nods eagerly and politely. “Good girl.”

“What awaits us in there?” asks her mother. You’d rather wonder if she still has the taste of Sydney’s asshole on her tongue.

“Us?” you say and shrug your shoulders. “Nothing.”

“What?” You point to the building of the movie Empire.

“Elle will find her future in there.” Then you nod and wave Elle with you. Her mother is no longer a threat to you and you have decided to cross two items off your list at the same time today.

“What are you doing!” her mother exclaims as you take Elle’s hand.

“I’m protecting your daughter.”

“That’s my job,” protests the woman, not understanding that you’ve already taken her daughter away from her.

“Your job is to get rich through your daughters,” you say coldly, almost making the noblewoman stumble. You are then greeted by the receptionist and shown upstairs.

“Wait a minute…” her mother protests but you just turn to her and hand her a phone with just one file on it. You even press play for her.

---

“Damian?” Elle asks, not understanding the situation. Why is her mother so quiet? Why doesn’t she fight back when you walk over her? Why do you touch her so intimately when your sacred connection is a secret?

“Elle.” You lean down and stroke her cheeks. The young receptionist doesn’t make a face.

She’s just decoration here. “Disney’s board of directors is in there. We’re going to go in there together now and end the life you’ve led so far.” You point to her mother, who is pale as a sheet and has the cell phone in her hand. “This woman is no longer your mother, you understand?” Elle nods immediately. “Good girl. From now, on you have a new family. Your new Mommy and I will take care of you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. The receptionist stands awkwardly to the side and looks at the floor.

“You’re a big girl now. I know you can do it. We’ll go in there now and start your new life.” You nudge her nose, then look at her ex-mother. “And then I’ll take care of your old mother. And you… Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Elle looks at you, opens her mouth, closes it again. Then she talks.

“I’m going to get fucked… right?” You smile, then nod. And Elle does too.

“That’s my girl,” you beam. “I’m so proud of you.”

“OK. I can do it, Damian.”

“You’re Daddy’s good little girl and you’ll do what I tell you. You let the board fuck you the way they want and you only stop doing everything they say when I get you. Okay?” A firm nod. “And then I’ll take you to my house and we’ll celebrate.”

Then there is nothing more to say. You take Elle Fanning by the hand and lead her into the room to her new life.

---

“What’s happening here?” Elizabeth Olsen asks Fanning almost two hours later. Like a good girl, she sat on the bench in the hallway and waited, the video of her perverted confession in her hand.

“The meeting went well,” you announce good-naturedly as you stand in front of her. “Come with me.” And you win when Elizabeth numbly gets up and obediently follows you. “The old men from Disney are about to pound your daughter,” you report as you lead her through the hallways to the room you were assigned.

“What’s the deal with the video?” asks the woman behind you. You turn around, grinning mischievously. Everything is complicated with Olivia because she is a woman and doesn’t know her feelings. At least Elizabeth behaves as you would expect from the fairer sex, dumb and guidable.

“Your precious daughter is being bent over the table and fucked in all her holes by seven old farts and you care about your image?” You shake your head. If there’s something you can count on with women… “So. Shall we?” You point to the empty room where there is a long table and several chairs. “While Elle is making a name for herself, should we talk about her future?”

by Writing Shark

Quality time with Olivia

“Is she gone?” Olivia asks a little later and comes into the large living room. You nod at her and adjust your cock in your pants.

“Just left.” You watch as your girlfriend looks around the room, wandering around as if she were looking for something and letting her hand slide over the back of the sofa.

“She cums pretty hard for a stupid cunt who offers her holes for some money,” she muses as she looks at a hair she pulled from the sofa. “Don’t you think so?” she asks innocently.

“It’s possible,” you shrug. “But we know that. Women and their drives.”

“Yes.” You didn’t say that by accident. You want to see how Olivia reacts. There’s something wrong with her, you can tell, but you only get monosyllabic answers.

“I could order you to tell me what’s going on,” you say just as innocently.

“Oh yeah?” she challenges you, and not in a good, sexy way. Something hurts her. A bad boyfriend would now hold her in his arms and comfort her, tell her words she wants to hear, lie. But you’re a good man and you won’t lie to Olivia when she’s too silly to know. The only lies are the ones she knows are lies to make her feel better. But these don’t work here. So you only have one way out if sweet lies don’t help.

“Yes.” Your hand rests on her shoulder. She’s strong, trained, but not that strong. Your thumb rests on her neck, brushing over her asking and control her in a tame manner. “But I don’t. I respect you, Olivia.”

“Respect…” she murmurs. “All men want that.”

So that’s it, you think to yourself and start caressing her.

“And women want… feelings.” You grin. “Stupid little instinctive animals you are, all of you. You too.”

“Fuck you,” she says without any venom in her voice. She just looks at you demandingly.

“Haven’t I always given you what you wanted?” Olivia nods. “So trust me to give you what you need even now.”

“Do you know what I need?” For a woman like her, in a relationship like the one you have, this is not a question but an open attack. A challenge. But you are strong and confident.

“Yes.” Then you step towards her, she takes a step back. You grab her arms, she struggles, a bit. But you win, as always, pulling her towards you, lifting her up and kissing her on the lips. “She didn’t kiss me,” you tell her, pushing yourself back onto her. “Today I’m only kissing you.” Then your hands go to her butt, grab it firmly, embrace it and hold it tight. “I know what you want, Olivia. You are a wonderful person to me, important, powerful and irreplaceable. But you’re just a girl.” Olivia moans softly and rubs her body against yours but your voice changes. “Don’t ever think again that I can’t see through you.” Her eyes look up at you and there is no superiority.

“Okay,” is all she says. Then you kiss her on the forehead.

“And now I want to fuck” you announce. “And you need something to clear your head.” And she smiles.

“Your cock always helps.” But you shake your head.

“Call Abigail and Ashley.”

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“Okay, the rules are very simple.” You look at Olivia with a grin, already happier now that you have relieved her of the burden of the decision. Women are happier when a man has control over them. And Abigail and Ashley will think the same way, maybe not now, but soon. For now they are scared to death when your girlfriend stands over them. “I fuck my well-hung and beautiful boyfriend and you fuck yourselves with these dildos.” She holds two yellow cock replicas in her hands. Abigail is simply shocked but accepts the dildo without saying a word, already knowing what it is. Ashley just stares at her mentor with wide (by Asian standards) eyes in disbelief, but when Olivia explains the rules she starts to cry. Your girlfriend ignores her. Both can leave immediately if they want, but instead of fighting back against Olivia, they kneel down opposite each other, spread their legs and insert the yellow dildos into their counterpart’s pussies.

“Come here,” your girlfriend whispers, also undresses her lower half and gracefully swings herself onto your boner, only her black bra on her. She reaches for you with deft fingers and her eyes flicker as she lowers herself onto you. “Yes… that’s how I want it…”

You let Olivia have her way, sit with her on the sofa and watch past her shoulder as the two girls anxiously start to fuck each other with the dildos. Olivia has come up with a really mean, humiliating game this time but she needs it sometimes, to show the world that… You see it in her eyes.

“Olivia…”

“Not now,” she purrs, assuming you know. “You’re right. I’m just a girl too. And now I want you to fuck my silly little brains out.” Then she starts moving, up and down on her trained legs. Her breasts stretch out towards you under her bra and her hair lies over her shoulders while her hands seek support on your body. “Look at me” she whispers and you follow her. She begs you, literally begs you, even if her words are disguised as a request. You understand Olivia.

But her feelings for you are something you both know you can’t stop right now.

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It doesn’t take long before Ashley and Abigail pump their dildos into each other’s pussy faster and start to moan and whine. Then the game of shame begins.

“I’ll work for you for half the money, Olivia,” Abigail offers, her cheeks red and her face sweaty.

“I’m doing the content that I didn’t want to do before,” counters Ashley.

“There was no question,” Olivia moans and Ashley winces painfully as Abigail unloads the electric charge into her cunt through the dildo.

“I’ll prostitute myself with the other stars and humiliate myself like that,” Abigail offers, pumping faster into Ashley.

“We don’t want that,” Olivia grins and Abigail screams as Ashley is allowed to take revenge.

“I… I… I…” Ashley winces as Abigail fucks her faster and faster. Anyone who comes before Olivia will be severely punished and every suggestion she accepts will be implemented. The two girls fuck each other desperately, trying to make the other come while thinking self-degrading things about themselves. “I’ll let you decide everything about my life, Olivia!” Ashley gasps desperately. “My God…” She pinches her erect nipples hard to keep from cumming.

“Fucking bitch” growls Abigail, whose legs are already shaking.

“That was always clear,” Olivia rolls her eyes and Ashley is shocked. The Asian girl bends over and gags, but then continues to fuck her competitor.

“I have an idea,” you say from underneath Olivia and tense your muscles, letting you feel them.

“You” your girlfriend leans in and kisses you. “You stay out of it,” she purrs and smiles firmly. It’s not about really achieving a goal, even if you enjoy the game.

“Okay honey,” you say to the whimpering gasp of Ashley who is having the worst orgasm of her life.

“Finally,” Olivia moans, riding you faster and harder, moving her hips and coming to a good, relaxing climax. As she swings away from you, your cock still stiff, she looks at you with satisfaction. “I needed that.” She looks at the two girls. Abigail stares lifelessly into the distance, Ashley gags and cries in a puddle of her juices. She snaps at the girl. “In my room. We are shooting content. Abigail, you freshen up and then come with us.” The girls have no choice but to nod.

“What’s with me?” you ask threateningly. Olivia can have her victory but you matter more. But your friend, now healed of her feelings, smiles at you and nods her head. Camila stands in the doorway to the living room in a skimpy black and white bikini and cow ears with a cute tail on her back.

“Mooo…” she says with red cheeks and looks at you in love. As you pull her towards you, Olivia glances over her shoulder.

“You’re not like that,” you just tell her, nothing more, because now you want to fuck yourself empty in a stupid cow in love.

by Writing Shark

You are watching a funny video

“She’s really cute.” You and Sydney are sitting on your big sofa at home, a glass of wine in your hand and watching on your phone as Elle Fanning holds her spread legs in the air. “Her toes wiggle when she comes,” the whore next to you giggles and snuggles up against you. Olivia would kill her, you’re sure, but you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want and the fact that Sydney has her hand pumping around your cock helps too.

“That’s not why I’m here,” you say, closing the video and grinning at the disappointed pout on her face. You can fuck Elle whenever you want and are interested in someone else. Her mother. You quickly open the expensive Apple laptop and open the video on the stick that the little whore brought you. “Then let’s see if you’re worth your money, little one,” you grunt, press start, sit back and grab Sydney’s hair, pull her onto your hard cock and enjoy the show and the BJ.

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The scene is shot in Sydney’s messy, dirty, cheap apartment where she takes all her clients to fuck but this time something is different. Your expensive HD cameras have recorded everything, only this time no money changes hands, the two women are unable to do that, as they stagger through the door kissing and moaning.

‘Fuck me on the bed,’ moans Elizabeth Olsen Fanning with her hands on Sydney’s perky tits.

“That’s how I like to think of it,” you grin, twitching your cock into Sydney’s skilled mouth as you finally see the slut in her natural element, Elizabeth, not Sydney.

“It was so easy,” your whore says, jerking you off while looking up at you. “I just had to…” Then you push her down again.

“I don’t care what you did,” you grunt. “Let me see.”

On the monitor, the women are hastily undressing each other. Lesbians don’t have much choice among their partners and can’t be picky about their looks and personality. A whore like Sydney who fucks everything that moves and looks so… acceptable seems like the light at the end of the tunnel to closeted, desperate lesbians.

“Miner’s lamp of the Viet Cong,” you whisper.

“What?”

“Shut up and suck.” This time you keep your hand on her head. Which hooker needs to be told that she’s here to fuck? When God handed out brains, she got her ass fucked in a back alley. But that doesn’t matter now. You lean forward a little.

‘Please,’ Elle’s helicopter mother begs, her cheeks red from wine. ‘Do what I told you.’ Then even you wince, you didn’t know how hard Sydney could hit.

‘Don’t tell me what to do, slut!’ she hisses.

‘Yes!’ breathes Elizabeth and nods wildly. ‘Thank you!’ Another hard blow for a woman.

‘Shut up pig!’

“Come on, Elle’s mother,” you whisper. “Show me.” And like every woman in your life, this grown mother of two daughters listens to you immediately.

‘Yes, Elle.’

“Bingo!” You clap your hands.

“Wait and see what comes next,” Sydney grins, but then squeals like a piglet as you hug her neck tightly and pull her towards you like a doll.

“If you stop pleasuring my cock one more time, I’ll make sure you get raped by thirty homeless people for a week.”

Sydney Sweeny practically throws herself on your cock, gasping and gurgling as you thrust brutally hard into her, rocking on you like she’s on a spring. You roughly bend her body forward until her forehead almost hits the floor and she has to rock from her knees so that you can see the laptop in front of you. Now you can enjoy the show.

‘Please Elle, I’m sorry’ Elizabeth begs, putting her hands under her large breasts.

‘What are you sorry about, mommy?’ The whore is completely naked and the large ruler shines in the light of the lamps in her hand.

‘That I took advantage of you. You and your sister.’

‘Lie!’ The scream echoes through the room, the PC and your house as Sydney hits hard and precisely. Elizabeth’s breasts fly around as the ruler hits.

‘I’m sorry Elle!’ she screams painfully but your sleeper agent has no mercy.

‘Put this on you dirty little slut’ As Sydney Sweeny rides on your cock and moans softly, head between her knees, you watch as Elizabeth Olsen Fanning puts on a sexy schoolgirl costume. ‘Now you old hag at least look fuckable,’ Sydney laughs on TV as she fights against an orgasm between your legs. ‘Shit, you look ugly. Don’t look at me!’

‘I’m sorry.’ Basically, you knew that this woman had a lot of dark secrets. Envy and sexual desire for her daughters are just two of them. Then the black strap-on wobbles between Sydney’s legs while Elizabeth gets on all fours.

‘I don’t give a shit about your excuses Mom. Tell me you want to fuck me.’

,Yes! Mommy! I want to fuck you.’

“Shit, she’s broken,” you grunt and move a little, but let your whore do the work. On the screen, Sydney sneers at her client while sticking the dildo in her asshole.

‘Shit you’re broken you old bitch.’ You giggle. ‘Want to fuck your daughters.’ She begins to rhythmically fuck Elizabeth’s ass while the hidden cameras capture it from every angle. ‘I hope you’re just as pretty.’ Screams of pain and humiliating moans come from the speakers. And laugh. ‘But everyone knows you are useless trash, scum that the world spits on.’

‘Yes Elle! Yes! Fuck yes! My daughter!’

‘You don’t even fuck Dakota? You’re pathetic.’

‘Dakota is nothing! She is ugly and useless. Elle is the future!’ You tense up but Sydney has everything under control, on the screen and between your legs.

‘Here!’ she shouts on the screen and throws photos of her daughter Dakota at Elizabeth. ‘Eat them! Eat your daughter!’ and Elizabeth obeys. Then follow photos of Elle. ‘And you wipe it with that.’ Sydney pulls out of the woman and pushes her to the floor.

The sight of Elizabeth cleaning the strap-on with pictures of her youngest daughter is enough for you. For now.

With an animalistic grunt you grab Sydney hard by the hips, she’ll definitely have bruises tomorrow, and ram your erection deep into her young whore body.

“Cum” you order through clenched teeth and the girl screams between her knees as she feels your hot load deep in her bowels. With your fist in her hair, you pull her up and press her back against your body as your cock squeezes your cum out of her pussy.

“Thank you… Daddy…” the young thing gasps… Then she wants to kiss you.

“Fuck no,” you snap and throw her on the floor like a used cloth. “Wipe that up.” Sydney understands what you mean when she sees your look, leans down and wipes her big tits across the cold, cum-smeared wooden floor.

On the monitor, the two women attack each other again, Sydney naked except for the strap-on, Elizabeth in her ridiculous schoolgirl uniform.

‘Take me Elle! Fuck me and make me rich!’

So you have enough material that your mom is no longer a threat to you.