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A date with Olivia

The next day is mostly uneventful. A threesome with Olivia and Lyndsy, nothing special, just some lesbian action and squirting. The drive to the office, a handjob from Lyndsy. Back at the office, another blowjob from Katie while you watch the video she sent you last night. Obviously she thinks a second proof of her love would be enough to warm your heart, but you’re more interested in her warm mouth and soft hands. At least she’s looking up at you like a lovestruck puppy as she tries to get your whole length down her tight throat, coughing wildly, degrading herself on your cock like you want it. You come on her forehead, take a picture, she smiley and make a victory sign, then send her away, letting either Bailey or Amy lick her clean for the day.

After this little distraction, there’s work to do. You’ve come up with a plan for your three new starlets and you’ve also put Sydney to good use. A few phone calls and you’re all set.

“Have fun Sir,” Katie says, rocking back on her heels, arms crossed at her ass, a shy smile. “I hope you have fun.” You caress her cheek with your thumb and give her a kiss on the forehead, then leave the organizational work to Lyndsy. Tonight is date night and everything is going according to plan.

“My God, Honey, you look… wow…” You don’t even have to feign admiration at the sheer dress that clings tightly to Olivia Dunne’s toned body. All in black with a silver necklace and her lively hair pinned up an a precise bun, she looks like a Greek deity, Aphrodite to your Zeus.

Or would you prefer Ares, the god of the war? Well, Zeus fucks more.

Like a gentleman, you guide Olivia through the expensive Italian restaurant in the best part of town and place her tight body on the chair opposite you like the eye candy she is, an expensive decoration for you to show off. It’s the same way for Olivia but you, she and everyone in the world know where the power lies. Sadly you notice that she’s letting her duties slip a little to be your showpiece, eying you a bit too much to act for your audience in the expensive place. The service here is good and fast and the waitress is hot enough to bend her over the table right now and… But Olivia is especially beautiful today and you, as a man, are strong enough to focus your sexual energy solely on her. It’s date night, but above all you want to find out what’s wrong with your girlfriend.

“Thank you,” you say politely and the waitress smiles at you and then disappears with your order. Olivia gives you that look again. Your first attempt is a normal conversation and your girlfriend answers your questions politely, but holds back with input. Women aren’t like that when they’re domesticated, Oliva lacks the bubbly happiness she usually radiates when she doesn’t need to think about a thing, not to mention the almost invisible superiority she exudes in such cases. No, she almost sulks. “I need your help next week,” you say. Olivia looks at you.

“With what?” Another choppy answer.

“Elle. You remember her?”

“Daddy’s little girl. I know.”

“And a mommy girl as well,” you remind her. “I can use your help with her.”

“No problem.” Okay, something really is wrong. You’re getting angry. Not at Olivia, more at the situation. Women are too stupid to understand their own emotions and you’re good, but as a man you’re mainly able to control and command.

But with Olivia, you want to be supportive. She’s too precious… and too sexy to lose.

“Okay, honey.” You lean over the table and stroke her hands. “I know it’s hard sometimes. But won’t you tell me what’s going on? I trust you.” Being soft is not easy for you, but there is only one person in this world who deserves your soft side. And it works. Olivia opens her mouth and…

“Oh my God! You’re Olivia Dunne!” You both drop your gazes for a moment. You know this scene all too well.

You’ve had an intimate moment, but with fame comes the responsibility to nurture it. You’ve brought Olivia the fame and she’s handling it well, but you actually feel a little sorry for her as she forces a friendly, warm, slightly surprised smile and slips into her role. You smile too but the girl wouldn’t even notice if you shoved the Italian white bread up the sexy waitress’s ass right now.

“Hello, what’s your name?” Olivia beams and grabs the girl’s pen. As she talks to the little thing and gives her the best day of her young life, you look around the restaurant. The girl’s parents are sitting there, a little embarrassed. “So you still go to school then?” That makes you prick up your ears.

“No. I go to college here. Two more years and then…” You know Olivia’s questions and you usually enjoy the way your girlfriend makes cunts available to you. But today you feel uncomfortable. Of course you can see the girl’s future if you pick her now like a low-hanging fruit. But you can also read Olivia, the little signs a woman can’t hide. She is annoyed.

“That’s my boyfriend,” she says then. “He made me famous. Hey. Now that you’re 20, I thought…” Olivia falls silent, your hand on her arm. You turn to the girl.

“Excuse me, but I can see you’re a big fan of my girlfriend.” The girl nods like a fool. “Is it okay for you to wish her a nice evening and leave?” Olivia is the only one who looks at you questioningly, the girl just nods eagerly and says goodbye while still smiling and happy to be at her service.

“What the fuck was that about?” your girlfriend asks as the girl skips back to her seat. “You could have had her.” You smile and grab her hands again.

“I already have you,” you say.

“Fuck you.” She smiles, but she’s also kind of serious.

“No, I’m going to fuck you. And not this girl,” you say seriously, making her fall silent. “It’s date night and I didn’t think you wanted her.”

“Wrong,” she grumbles, “I’m always ready to use a stupid cunt.”

“Okay,” you shrug. “But not for me. Not today. I can see something’s bothering you and I need you at your best. Tonight I’m only here for you. No stars. No appointments. No work. Neither for you nor for me.”

“Really?” And there it is, the smile you recognize on her. It’s rare and therefore precious. Because it’s real. You nod.

“Today is all about you.”

You’ve saved the evening and, you hope, the next week too. You have a lot on your plate, but today you forget about all your young, willing, desperate little whores and focus on your most prized possession. And Olivia is enjoying it. A lot. She talks a lot, laughs, moves. She sends out the signals, strokes her hair, moves her eyes between the tip of your nose and your eyes, nibbles her bottom lip, slides around on her ass, laughs at your jokes. It’s a lovely evening.

Then you stand up.

“What are you doing?” she asks, puzzled, and actually wants to keep you in your seat. But you decide and she gently lets you go.

“You think I didn’t hear you?”

“What?” she asks stupidly, which you find cute. You smile and leave the table.

“Pack your things,” you say, not bothering to check whether Olivia obeys you.

Her look is priceless as you return to the table with the young girl by the hand.

“Olivia, this is…” You’ve actually forgotten the name but the girl is only too happy to remind Olivia. The other thing is more important to you anyway. “I stole her from her parents,” you wink at her. “So we should go now.”

Today you’re giving your girlfriend a little present for your date night. In this case, a naive 19-year-old fan who loathes her parents and finally wants to grow up. Only you can fulfill this wish, but first, you step back and drive the girls from disco to disco, get them drunk and watch Oliva having fun in the lounges and on the dance floors of Hollywood’s hottest bars.

Patiently, you wait in the seedy seclusion of a V.I.P. lounge until she practically sits the girl on your stiff cock, and after that herself too.

You can see it in her eyes as you get the girl ready and look forward to what Olivia has planned for her. You don’t even know her name but it doesn’t matter as you drop her off naked and used in the middle of the Hollywood strip, just a few notes in her used cunt to buy a hotel room, clothes or a taxi home. It’s nasty but Olivia needs it sometimes and you don’t mind.

“Thank you, darling,” she says and kisses you deeply as the screams of the panicked girl in the alley behind you die down. You fucked her roughly and shown her a world of depraved sex in bathrooms and alleyways and you don’t care what she makes with the understanding that rough sex is great and her only value lies between her legs. Your car buzzes beneath you as you drive home and Olivia leans against you. “I’m so glad I sold myself to you that time,” she hums. “You know me. Thank you.”

“No. Thank you, honey,” you say, pulling out your mobile phone. “Leeroy? I’ve got another one for you. Her name is… fuck… wait…” Olivia laughs heartily as you tell your troubleshooter the girl’s location. He’s going to take care and dispose her, so either convince her not to press charges, offer her a new career or give her a worse experience than what Olivia did to her.

Hollywood can be a dirty business but that’s true in any walk of life. The girl got what she wanted and the sex was censorial. What happens afterward is not your business. Your business is Olivia, her happiness and her stability. And you achieved that today.

And the sex was also good with Olivia and… You just can’t think of the name.

by Writing Shark

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Wrap up the Night

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” Little Sydney doesn’t have much to say, but what she lacks in words she makes up for with an even tighter cunt. And she’s flexible. You’ve already fucked her next to Amy’s unconscious body, her legs behind her head, her stomach pressed together. You’ve even seen the bump your cock makes inside her but the little bitch just kept moaning and milking you like a madwoman.

Now you’ve grabbed her and are fucking her with all your might against the wall as if you wanted to rebuild the house. You quickly shake your head. You have those annoying feelings again when you imagine using your good girls like that piece of meat with the artificial name Sydney. Katie, Elle and of course Olivia. You couldn’t treat them like that and something bothers you about it, but something else makes you happy.

“What is it?” Sydney’s smoky voice reaches you. “Is something…”

“Shut your stupid mouth you stupid piece of shit,” you growl and press yourself so hard against her that Sydney can’t breathe. Then you grab her ass with powerful pranks and push your fingers deep into her tight canal. In response, she wraps her legs around your hips and her arms around your shoulders and wants to kiss you.

“I’m sorry for being dumb Sir. Pleas kiss me and…” You almost headbutt her, but your cock stuns her so much that the girl doesn’t notice the pain and moans her animalistig lust into the room. Soon you have to call it off, as your cum from the last two orgasms is already dripping from both of her lower holes like a leaky pipe. But you want it one more time, emptying in her firm body, and you’ll get what you want.

Without further ado, you simply throw Syndey onto the bed. The young, naive but eager girl immediately squats down on her knees in front of you, spreads her legs, cum leaking out onto the sheeds, pushes her back out and sticks her tongue out as a pink, twitching target. Her stupid eyes beg you to reward her, but only make you angry.

Her shrill moan fills the air as you aim and hit her forehead. Your cum hits her several times until her face disappears under a slimy glaze, leaving only her pink tongue halfway clean.

“Fuck you’re ugly,” you grin at her as she tries to smile through the cumshot. “I like that.”

“Thank you Sir,” she says, ignoring the insult. You can say what you want anyway.

Of course Sydney licks you clean, then you can get dressed while she does the same. While you look at her body and decide about her future in your company (and rising empire), Amy slowly starts to stir on the bed. The silly thing always takes too long to wake up from a cum coma, but tonight has mellowed you out. You might even put Amy on your good girl list and… Growling, you call yourself to your senses, then feel Sydney’s talented little hands on your arm.

“Sir?” You nod. “Can I go for little girls?” You’re about to agree, you’re not a monster, when you remember that, no, you are a monster. You must be a monster.

“Go ahead,” you say and are secretly glad that Sydney is supporting you here too. Then you nod to Amy.

“Sir, I don’t understand?”

“Really?” She can’t be that stupid. And indeed, Sydney does understand. And she even smiles a little, just a little, as she frees herself from you and takes a seat above Amy with a slightly flushed face.

It’s about power. Everything is about power in your life. And it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, Sydney and Amy have to be more on your side after tonight than they were before.

It takes a while but eventually, the first drops start to drip from Sydney’s used cunt, first mixing with your cum, then dribbling down.

“Hurry up,” you demand annoyed and put on your shoes.

“Yes… Sir… right away… Sir…” Of course, she finds it difficult, and instead of piss, Sydney squeezes the remains of your load out of her two holes onto the face of the half-asleep Amy.

“What…” the girl mumbles, stirring as drops of cum and urine land at the corner of her mouth.

“Sir… I can…”

“Do it now you stupid cunt or I’ll drag you home naked behind my car,” you growl menacingly like an aggressive wolf. And Sdyney obeys like an intimidated deer. She moans softly, but only squeezes more cum out of herself. Then she inhales, holds her breath and relaxes. “Good girl,” you praise her.

“What the… Oh my God!” Amy wakes up instantly as the warm beam hits her face. She opens her eyes and mouth, a mistake, and panic overcomes her. Sydney screams in horror as Amy jumps up and rams her head against the other girl’s pissing cunt. You, on the other hand, giggle as you see Amy desperately trying to get away from the stream and Sydney desperately trying to piss on Amy’s face like you told her to. Finally, the new arrival is stronger, anyone is stronger than little Amy, grabs the girl and empties her bladder on her face, moaning softly.

“Hold still you little cunt” she hisses while pissing. “He wants it and he gets what he wants. Fuck here it comes… so much…” Amy accepts her fate, blinking in your direction under the stream that comes inches from her face out of Sydney. “Wow… That is kinda hot.” Sydney giggles, still holding Amy in place, than she moans in the hope you like it.

“Was I good Sir?” Sydney asks later, her face red with shame… and lust. You don’t answer her question. The fact that you’re still waiting for the two girls without hitting them should make your point. But they are girls and not smart enough to understand a man’s thoughts. They are emotional and trained on instinct like animals, so you give them a blunt smile and a nod. And of course it works.

“Thank you Sir,” Amy whispers, her hair wet and sticky. Her arms twitch as if she wants to hug you but she pulls herself together and continues dressing instead. Sydney does the same and you roll your eyes as the two cum drunk girls mix up her panties and neet to swap them.

Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to leave the party. But before you do, it’s your duty to look after your investments.

You guide Sydney and Amy safely and securely through the increasingly escalating orgy. Inhibitions continue to fall, but it’s worse upstairs in the house. Amy starts to cry again as you look in each room to check your stars and find the ones you allow to leave.

Bailey is almost startled as you pull her off Harvey’s squishy body. You’re not even looking at the guy, but his satisfied, big grin is a guarantee of more roles for your stars in the future.

“Sir…” Bailey whispers, unable to look at you, clinging at your side like the frightened child-like creature she truly is.

“Good girl,” you say, handing her the towel that was meant for Harvey. Shy and reserved, the black girl wipes the sweat, cum and spit from her body while sniffing shyly the smell that comes from trembling Amy. “You did a good job.”

“Thank you, Sir.” And she smiles. Basically, it’s easy with women.

Hailee and Anna don’t even notice you. Your experienced bitch fists your new arrival so deep that you remember to check Hailee’s tightness the next time you fuck her while she seems to disappear between Harry Styles’ ass cheeks. Kevin fucks Tom in the mouth and whips the blind Hailee with his belt. There’s nothing to do but nod at Kevin and leave the two women here until the morning. Kevin knows what to do with Hailee.

And downstairs you see petite Katie lying under a mountain of men’s bodies. Actually, you can only see her foot. With a nasty smile, you tickle her and wake her up.

“Sir!” she gasps, “I’ll be right there!” But it takes a minute, Katie is just too weak to free herself without help and finally you grab her and pull her out of the tangle of bodies. She looks around with confused eyes, her hair sticking to her face and her whole body overheated like the Fukushima reactor.

“I… cando… more… Sir!” she breathes and coughs. “Cocks, cunts, I don’t… care. I can…”

“It’s okay,” you reassure her, “I’m proud of you.” As Katie looks at you enamored (no need to push it away), proudly holding her body up, you see Bailey’s worried looks out of the corner of your eye. “Very much so.” Then you pat Katie’s sweaty cheek and wipe your hand on Bailey’s half-clean shirt. “You’re still my number one.”

As Bailey sniffles softly, Katie wants to hug you too. You even have to push her back a little, but you take the sting with a smile.

“Let’s make sure we get home.”

“Yes Sir,” answer your inters from one mouth. No one asks who or what Sydney is to you.

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Anna shows Hailee the ropes

It doesn’t end until the men are satisfied and even if Hailee has satisfied more cocks that evening than she has in her life, it’s not enough. With pale faces, the women watch as the men, under Kevin’s instructions, create things in the room that Hailee knows and fears from the darkest corners of her psyche.

“That’s it, keep going, make the little piggy squeal.” And squeal Hailee does as her body is pulled upwards and stretches as the ropes tighten. Her small breasts bulge into the room and her ribs protrude as the tips of her toes dance strainedly across the floor. In Anna’s gaze, however, she does not recognize the pity of a woman who has to watch a girl being hung from the ceiling, but the perverse lust of a whore who is finally allowed to hold the whip that otherwise comes down on her own flesh.

“Aaah!” She quickly remembers the instructions. “One sir! Thank you, sir!” But the next nineteen strokes make the air escape from her lungs and in the end she only screams while Anna beats her body with feminine force. Then the blows intensify and Hailee, her eyes covered by a pair of dirty men’s underpants, can only assume that it’s Harry’s turn now. The young man is dazed with lust and knows no mercy as he is fucked in the ass while standing up.

Young Hailee is depraved, she has told Damian so herself – Damian, whose face she sees again and again that evening – but this is beyond even her limits. Or her boundaries were never as wide as she had always thought.

Dozens of men push their cocks into her, and when the beating stops, the cocks come back. While she is fucked from both ends in ass and cunt, other men take the blind woman’s legs, tie her to the ceiling as well and use her body as a fuck toy. Cocks everywhere. In her mouth, her cunt and her ass. Her hair is pulled and torn, her joints are used as makeshift holes and even her feet are stroked over hard cocks. All this is accompanied by the screams and moans of Anna and Tom doing horrible things to each other in the darkness of Hailee’s blindfold.

Eventually, the dim light of the room comes back to her eyes as Kevin rips her blindfold off her face and drops her roughly on the floor, Harry meanwhile with his mouth on his cock.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks without having said anything about the supposed lesson beforehand. While Tom just stares blankly, Hailee knows what is required of her.

“Yes sir…” she gasps, breathing heavily, the taste of cum and ass in her mouth. “I obey men.” Kevin puts his hand under her chin and forces her to look at him.

“What men?”

“Any man Mr. Stratton sells me to, sir.”

“Good girl,” he smiles contentedly and Hailee does the same. “Time for your reward.”

“Thank you sir…”

The reward, of course, is just more sex but Hailee understands that this is the real job of an actress to fuck men and she is grateful to Kevin for showing her how to help Mr. Stratton.

With a certain lust she sits down on the big black Sybian with her legs apart, feels the dildo penetrate deep into her overflowing cunt and smiles at Anna who does the same opposite her. In just one night, Hailee has learned what it means to be in showbiz and with the image of handsome Damian before her eyes, even Tom’s screams are annoying but not distracting. With determination, she grasps the big, long, pink double dildo and brings it to her lips while Anna does the same.

This should all be terrible, an orgy of violence and rape. But Hailee (and apparently Anna too) have found a trick that Tom can’t find. So Haille doesn’t blame Anna for rolling her eyes and drooling between the dildo and her lips as Kevin’s henchmen turn on the Sybians. Like Anna, Haille doesn’t see the woman in front of her but the lap of Damian, who sticks his cock in her mouth and somehow manages to fill the girl’s cunt at the same time. Together they save themselves and their sanity by submitting to the man who controls their lives.

And it’s glorious.

“Fucking hell Kevin where did you get these bitches?”

“Stratton Starmakers!” moans the older man, ramming his stiff cock into Tom Holland’s tight ass while Harry Styles shoves his tongue up his ass. “The best service in all of Hollywood!”

“Fuck!” murmurs another man, squeezing the heads of the starlets rocking and sweating on the Sybians. “I’ll have to pay him a visit. Fuck these hookers are willing.”

Hailee would like to say ‘thank you’. She has had six orgasms in this room alone and number seven is coming on with a vengeance – she can see Damian clearly in front of her and she wants to obey his image with the same burning passion as the real man who brought her here. Anna feels the same way and the two women kiss intimately while the long dildo disappears completely inside them.

It’s over and Hailee Steinfeld willingly and with relief gives up the idea that she can somehow resist Damian Stratton. If he thinks her worth is lying here in the parties of Hollywood, under the warm blanket of cum raining down on her body, her mouth stuffed with a dildo, her cunt too, her whole body vibrating with exhausted lust, then that is her fate. Of course she dreams of the glamorous Hollywood, the shows and movies, but this…

A gay man squirts on me… in me… and I’m doing everything for Damian… the sex is soo good and… I love to obey… I love the fear… I love all of this… And I love… It’s like a drug and Hailee becomes Damian’s slave without him having to work for it. She didn’t know this life, thought Hollywood would be different, but now it’s just as big a success to be here now, accepted and all the doors opened as she’d imagined before.

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Anna and Hailee the EGG girls

Anna leads Hailee upstairs with a certain determination that the young starlet can’t resist the urge. She submits to the world Damian has created, clasps Anna’s hand and watches obediently. Different sounds emanate from the various rooms, mingling with the music from downstairs. Moans and screams and muffled voices come from under the doors. Some are open and Hailee can briefly see what is happening in the rooms. She doesn’t recognize some of the faces, but others she does. They are stars who are actually world-famous, many of whom she has come to Stratton Starmakers to see. They are all serving the men of Hollywood tonight, Damian’s guests. And as Anna leads them towards their destination, Hailee understands what Damian has told her. She is a woman and only in Hollywood to entertain men. Now she understands.

“Here we are,” says Anna and enters the room with the girl, not talking to Hailee but to the people in the sparsely lit room. Hailee is still too confused by the whole situation, the orgy has left her too exhausted to see clearly. But there are three people, three men.

“About time.” Hailee knows that voice. Who doesn’t know it?

“Sorry, Kevin,” says Anna. “But the little one still had a job to do.”

“In my house, they say a hardworking woman does her chores, but an intelligent woman knows which one to do first.” While Hailee is still starstruck, Anna starts moving and kneels in front of the sightly overweight man.

“Intelligence and women don’t go together,” she says honestly, smiling up at the man. Then she pulls Hailee next to her. “And we are EGG Girls. The best thing in our heads are dicks.”

“Right again,” Kevin shrugs and points to the other two men in the room. “But that also applies to these hot pieces.”

So it’s true then, Hailee thinks to herself as Kevin pulls Harry Styles and Tom Holland next to him. But then why are we here?

A short time later, Hailee realizes why EGG girls are needed here. And she also realizes that Hollywood’s libaral attitude counts for nothing in here. She also realizes that gay people can take a liking to two pretty, defenseless girls, especially when there are other guests in the room. They all belong to the clientele of Kevin, the star of this show.

It starts with the men confirming the status of the EGG girls and hammering them into Hailee’s head. The girls use Tom and Harry’s dicks and while cruel bets are made on who will cum in the girls first, Tom in Hailee or Harry in Anna, for some reason Haille tries to win the side bet and make Anna cum on Harry’s dick first.

“Women are too stupid even to bet, my God!” Humiliating it is for all of them, not just Hailee who has to call it out. Apparently, Harry is willing at this party and the sex toy for Kevin, but Tom, forced to be here, finds more appeal in Haille’s invitingly wet cunt and cums deep inside her orifice.

“I don’t want to be a father!” he howls in horror before Kevin silences him with his hand. Hailee, on the other hand, is already used to the feeling of cum inside her and dismisses it as a risk she has to take. At least Mr. Stratton put her on the pill.

After Anna is also granted her humiliating orgasm by a half-gay, the two EGG girls continue immediately. Still slightly numb from the shame of lust, Haille stumbles towards her comrade and kisses her wildly while Kevin and half of his guests pounce on the two boys like lions on a piece of meat.

Deeply immersed in a steamy 69, Hailee can watch the two boys being tortured and feels an affection she has never known before. But then she yelps as Anna bites her clit a little too hard.

“The whore is dripping on her face!” yells one of the men standing around Hailee. “She gets horny when she sees suffering!” The young actress wants to retort, but Anna is quicker.

“We fuck and serve. That’s all we’re good for.” Then she sucks on Hailee’s clit and lets the girl boil in burning shame and blazing lust.

Dozens of men watch the two women share their next orgasm. She’s so embarrassed but Hailee needs the slaps on her ass and Anna’s teeth on her clit to reach the simultaneous climax the men demand. The moans of the other actors in the room distract her and leave her dry. But the pleasure from Anna is enough to make her juice drip down her face.

And the thought of Damian.

It’s enough to make Hailee scream out her orgasm willy-nilly, covering the moans of the others as she splashes Anna’s face, the face of a strange woman, with her juices. Finally she crawls off Anna and sits down next to the woman. Hand in hand, they watch as Kevin takes his turn on willing Harry and unwilling Tom until Kevin gives further commands.