Category: The Starmaker

by Writing Shark

Smut

You watch with amusement as the two new friends Camila and Olivia run into the house giggling. Olivia’s dress can be thrown away, it’s so dirty, but you’d just rip it off her body anyway. You’re so horny that you really want to fuck something but Olivia is important now and while she brings Camila into the house, you pounce on Lyndsy and Amy. While you bite Amy’s tit hard, you grab Lyndsy’s pussy even harder. They’re both hot little pieces of meat and you enjoy the pained moans of both of them until you push them away and growl in annoyance.

“In the office, early tomorrow,” you growl. “I can’t believe I’m letting you two go.”

“Thank you Sir,” Lyndsy gasps, dragging Amy with her to her car while you shake your head as you walk into the house.

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You’ve barely gotten through the door when Olivia is already attacking you. She rubs her body against you, spreading the dirt on your clothes as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses you heatedly. One hand holding onto you, the other massaging your aching erection through your pants.

“God, Damian, you’re so…” Her lips press against yours as she kisses you hotly and willingly. “Perfect… Fuck, how bad was I?” she asks while she jerks you through your pants. “I must have been a total bitch,” she moans. “Please forgive me, Damian, Sir. I was stupid and needy and…” You put your hand over her mouth, feeling her warm breath between your fingers as her big eyes stare at you faithfully and her hand slides around your length.

“You’re my girlfriend Olivia,” you say in a firm voice. “The only woman I forgive when she acts like a woman. Camila is ours now, do you understand that?” Olvia nods in your hold. “She will live here now and do whatever I or you tell her. Everything. She’s just a thing with three holes that we can put things in. Cocks, tongues, whatever you want. Because you’re my girlfriend.” You grin as Olivia just jerks you off faster. “And the only thing I want to hear from you now is how and where to fuck you out of your brilliant, bright mind.” You let her go.

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“Master! Mistress!” Still covered in wet dirt, Camila Nerea Gonzales stumbles out of the shower in surprise. “I didn’t know…” She falls to her knees, scraping her skin on the tiles as her wet body slides away, but Olivia helps her to her feet.

“Quickly,” she breathes, then Camila squeaks in surprise when Olivia gives her a deep kiss. “Damian should fuck us both.” Then her tongue enters Camila’s mouth as her naked body slides over her partner’s.

You’ve had countless threesomes, foursomes and orgies with Olivia and Camila, but you’ve never seen your girlfriend throw herself so willingly and lovingly at a partner. She peppers Camila’s body with kisses and her hands massage her squishy breasts as she pushes the girl into the large shower stall. Grinning, you tear your clothes off your body and follow them.

“How do you want us, Honey?” Olivia asks, leaning against the wall next to Camila and spreading her legs like the other girl. Her pussy is already wet like the Pacific and it’s the same with Camila.

“Clean,” you just grin and raise the shower jet. “Kiss each other.” Under the warm water, Olivia and Camila fall on top of each other, pressing their faces together and moaning as the mud flows from Camila’s body.

You were prepared for Olivia to completely break the poor girl today, that was Camila’s plan, to become a useless pile of holes for you so that you would love her and Olivia would no longer have any competitors. But it seems your girlfriend has other plans as her hands slide between the South American beauty’s thighs.

“Then I want you as a lover,” you announce. You have enough whores and stupid pussies in your stable, Olivia should have something special and… Camila deserves it. You shake your head in amusement, then trot up to the two girls.

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First, you fuck Olivia. It’s only natural and Camila is kneeling between her spread legs, her back against the wall, her head leaning back painfully, her tongue in your girlfriend’s ass, while you fuck her butt against the other girl’s head, her tongue in your mouth and her hands on your back. The mud is washed away from Camila but Olivia’s juice drips hot and viscous onto her face as she fingers herself as hard as she wants to be fucked by you.

Her wish finally comes true as you press her big tits against the glass of the shower and take her from behind while Olivia hugs your back and brings the shower head close to her twitching clit.

“Come for me, darling,” your girlfriend breathes, addressing Camila.

“Thank you, Mistress… Thank you, Master… Oh… ohmygod…” Twitching and trashing, Camila reaches her climax and neither you nor Olivia punish her for it.

In the next act you lift Camila’s leg and kiss her while you fuck her hard and quickly and Olivia takes her stiff nipples in her mouth and the lovestruck girl realizes that her life is perfect from now on. She’s lost everything she holds dear except for you, and Olivia rewards her by trusting her as a partner. She stands above her, far, that’s only natural, but the rivalry is over and when Olivia gets down on her knees and playfully bites Calima’s thigh while her finger penetrates her asshole, the two make a pact that you can only support.

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“Damian?” You lie in bed, dry and clean, Olivia on one side of you, Camila on your other side. “Are you asleep yet?” You just hum while Camila sleepily massages your semi-hard cock. “Is it going to stay like this now?”

“If you want it,” you murmur, feeling your girl move in your embrace just as you feel the hand on your cock. “I already told you. Camila does everything you want and you…” You yawn comfortably. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Yes… Damian?”

“Yes?” A quiet, tired giggle from you.

“You know I want to say it, right?” That makes you wake up, a little. “I am not Mrs. Damian. I’m a girl. And you are my boyfriend and Master.” She sounds calm, matter-of-fact. And in love. “I won’t say it if you don’t allow me to,” she promises you. “You do so much for me. You do everything for me. And I’m so grateful to you… for everything… But Damian?”

“Yes?” Your eyes soon close, but Olivia is right. Girls always have to talk so much. But with Olivia that’s not a bad thing. “I’ll say it if you let me.”

“I know babe,” you say and turn your head. You kiss her gently on the mouth. “Do not worry. I take care of you.”

“Okay, babe.” You feel that Camila is still awake because she jerks you off a little faster when she hears your voice.

“Oh fuck,” you growl and laugh quietly. Olivia looks at you questioningly. “You girls with your stupid ideas.” You grab Camila by her hair, wake her up and push her down onto your cock. Then you pull Oliiva on top of you, feel her naked tits on your body and make her giggle.

It doesn’t take long before Camila has blown you hard and you can sink yourself into Olivia.

“Don’t think too much about it, just enjoy the life I give you.”

“Yes sir!” Olivia gasps as she rides you into a nighttime fuck.

by Writing Shark

You make things permanent with Camila

The sun begins to rise under the hills of North L.A. It promises to be a pleasant, warm evening and Olivia’s hair is flying in the wind from the open window as you drive her deep into the Santa Monica National Recreation Area. You’re a little worried about your new Chevrolet, but the bombshell in your passenger seat is more than worth the price of a new car.

“Here.” You put a large package on her lap and she opens it curiously.

“Where are we going?” she wants to know as she feels the two thousand dollar white Dior dress in her hands.

“We’re going to show the world that you’re mine,” is all you say as you drive the car along the Coastal Highway. Olivia looks at you from the side.

“Are you serious?” she asks, looking at the white material of the dress. It’s expensive and classy.

“It was Camila’s idea,” you admit. “So don’t get your hopes up about me proposing to anione.” You see pain in her eyes, but then understanding. “But you deserve everyone to know that above you, only I come.” You stroke her thigh warmly and Olivia nods. Then she surprises you. “We’re almost there,” you say, but your girlfriend is already starting to undress.

“I want to show myself to you,” she says with desire in her voice as she takes off her shoes, then her light blouse and finally sits in front of you in her panties and bra. She grabs your hands firmly and leads them to her breasts. “Take what’s yours, darling,” she demands, then sucks in a painful breath as you rip her bra off her body.

The dress was expensive but seeing Olivia twist and turn on the leather seat and slip into it while driving is worth every penny. She pulls the dress over her head and adjusts it, then pulls out the hair tie and shows you her perfectly tousled hair. Finally she lifts her legs up to the windshield, pulls back the knee-length dress and slowly and elegantly pulls her panties over her long legs without showing you too much, only teasing you with her pure skin. Then she throws her panties over your shoulder, which you immediately put in your pocket.

“Don’t give a damn if it was Camila’s idea,” Olivia whispers, leans in and kisses you feather-lightly on the cheek as you steer the car into a small clearing on a cliff behind which the Pacific Ocean sparkles. “Thank you for this day. You know how to make a girl happy.”

---

“It was my idea,” Camila says as you pulled her out of the trunk. “The only good one in my life.” Lyndsy Fonseca and Amy Wren are already waiting for you next to Lydsy’s rickety old car and are standing around anxiously as Camila explains her plan.

“You have a lot of good ideas,” says your girlfriend, who enjoys putting other stupid girls in their place. This will happen again today but this time there is no sadness, worry or anger in her voice. “Thank you.” Then your girl spits hard in Camila’s face and pushes the naked girl onto the dirty floor of the National Park while you go to Lyndsy.

---

It lasts almost two hours in which Olivia, under your and Lyndsy’s instructions and also of her own accord, treats the girl who is madly in love with you like a piece of shit. With a leash around her neck, Olivia drags Camila through the dirt, makes her fetch sticks from the undergrowth, then spanks her ass with them while Camila barks and howls and cries. Her big udders are covered with welts and Amy helps Olivia tie them tightly with shaky hands until Camila gasps in pain.

“Thank you Mistress” she squeezes out as Olivia sends the girl onto her back into the dirt. The whole time Lyndsy is taking photos while she herself is almost dying of shame and pain and Amy is at your side and provides you and your friend with all the comforts you need, drinks and so on.

“Show me the pictures bitch,” Olivia orders Lyndsy at her side, her voice happy and liberated. “Oh yes, yes! Camila, that’s really good!” Next to the battered girl, Olivia looks like a Greek goddess in pure white, the other girl is brown and dirty and battered as Olivia bends down to her.

“You should let me eat the grass, Mistress,” Camila says eagerly as tears wash the mud from her cheeks. “So I have something other than your boyfriend’s name in my mouth.”

“Good idea!” Olivia praises, waves Lyndsy into position and hunts Camila across the clearing.

---

You’re still standing next to your car, your cock as hard as a rock and you curse yourself for not already mounting your girlfriend. The orange sun breaks off her dress and you can see her body underneath while dirty Camila kneels at her feet like a dog next to his goddess. It’s adorable but all you want to do is fuck Olivia for the next three days straight, but you pull yourself together. Eventually the girls run out of ideas but you are there to take Camila’s suffering and Olivia’s happiness to the highest heights.

“If you allow me, love,” you ask, leaning towards her and telling her your idea. “After that, there’s no going back,” you say and look at Camila, breathing heavily and with traces of grass spread around her mouth. Olivia looks at Camila.

“You would do that for me?” She is speechless. Before, it was just sexy humiliation, now it’s something different. Camila smiles like an angel while tears stream down her cheeks.

“I just want to stay with you Mistress. With you and your rightful king.” She prays to Olivia. “Please let me serve you. I don’t know why else I exist. Please, Mistress.” Olivia looks at you in disbelief.

“What we have is special, Babe,” you say. “Camila recognized that. I would like you to reward her for it.”

“Me too,” Olivia admits immediately and it’s good to see that she accepts that Camila will be a permanent part of your household from now on. Then you hand Olivia the phone.

“Your decision babe.”

---

“Hello? Mom?” Camila sniffles quietly, her body shaking of terror, but Olivia is at her side, soiling the thousand-dollar dress as she hugs her. Both girls look up at you as Camila speaks into her cell phone. “Yes, please get daddy on the line as well.” Olivia’s hand runs tenderly through the girl’s crusty hair and plucks out small twigs and leaves. “I have good news… No, I don’t have a contract. In fact, I’m giving up showbiz. And also social media… Because I finally know what I want to be… The fuck toy of my Master and his Mistress…” Olivia moans softly and undresses you with her eyes as the sun sinks behind the horizon and covers the forest in dim darkness. “No, that’s not a joke. Mommy, Daddy, I’m so happy… No, not happy. I hate. it. But I love my master and that’s the only way I can be close to him… Because I’m good for nothing else, but if my mistress and he rape me, then I’m happy… It was my idea, they both just pitied me, taking me in as their toy… No, you don’t have to be happy. I just wanted to say goodbye and say that the contract legalizing my enslavement will be with you in a few days. I love you. Goodbye.”

“Good girl. Both of you,” you praise. Olivia hugs Camila tightly as she dials another number.

“Hello? Mr. Groton? This is Camilia Nerez. From the tenth grade?… Exactly. You told me to follow my dreams and go to Hollywood… Exactly. Do you know what? I did this. Wait, I’ll send you the pictures. Please show it to the students of my former class who you can still reach. Thanks.”

by Writing Shark

An antidote for love

“Wake up.” It’s a beautiful morning and just the fact that you’re awake before everyone else should make this day special. But it’s about Olivia and she is a person for whom ‘simply’ isn’t simply not good enough. She too is special.

“What…” she murmurs and opens her eyes. When she sees you standing at the foot of the bed you don’t see anger in her eyes but… something else… something complex.

I have a complex girlfriend. Oh shit.

“What do you want?” she mutters dismissively and pulls the blanket over her head. It’s like you’re not in a relationship with her and that makes you angry. You’re not normal. But neither is Olivia and your anger comes from that, not from her not offering you sex. No, Olivia Dunne is so special that she needs something extra special.

And you are Damian Stratton and you have sex when, where and how you want it.

“Hey! Asshole!” she screams as you pull the blanket aside and expose her body in the silk nightgown. Her clear, soft skin shines and her tousled hair makes her look damn sexy.

“Sex,” you say firmly and her knees twitch a little apart at the word, but then touch defiantly. “Now.” Olivia has been with you long enough and no amount of anger comes between your cock and its target.

You quickly undress and move over your girlfriend while she is already reluctantly stripping her nightgown from her shoulders with a childish pout on her lips.

“You’re right,” you tell her, cupping one of her medium-sized breasts. She moans softly. “You are my girlfriend. And you are special.”

“Shit…” Olivia breathes, you know every one of her spots by heart.

“And I’ll fuck any woman I want. That’s my job but yes, I enjoy taking anyone I want to see naked. Fuck, I’m buying women, Olivia. Like they are things, honey. I love it, yes, but you are special.” Your cock penetrates her slowly, just a few inches, then you wait. Your pissed off girlfriend looks up at you, pouting.

“What are you waiting for?” she finally asks without a tone in her voice and looks to the side. “Take me like any other of your cows.” You laugh and don’t move.

“Get it” is all you say.

“Fuck you.” Olivia loses the fight, lifting her legs and wrapping them around your hips.

---

“Fuck… Fuck… Me…” You can always rely on your cock. But this time Olivia looks at you differently. The sex was wild. Your back looks like two tigers have fought each other to the death on it, your lips are aching from her teeth and your cock is throbbing wildly in the tightest, wettest and greediest pussy you’ve ever fucked. It’s like it was the first time between you, wild and unbridled. It’s like Olivia wants to prove something to you as she kneels in front of you and offers you her beautiful face as a target.

“Come on,” you finally say, withdrawing from her, standing up and holding out your hand.

“Your cock,” Olivia murmurs, her eyes darting back and forth between your spear and your face. “Come back to bed and…”

“Camila!” Her face contorts and darkens when she hears the other girl’s name. She had previously ignored her like you had but now… Camila appears in the room, already dressed and made up. “How do you like her make-up?” you ask while Camila slides on her knees next to you and cleans your cock of sperm and pussy juice. You have no idea about this girl stuff but Olivia just nods.

“Looks good,” she says over Camila’s slurps and moans.

“Get dressed and get ready,” you then decide. “If you don’t like her, Camila will change her style for you.” Then you pull your girlfriend out of the bed, hug her and kiss her on the forehead. With a hard slap on the bottom you send her to the bathroom.

“Wait,” you stop her, reaching between her legs and sticking your fingers deep into her wet cunt while you grab her hair hard with your other hand and kiss her.

---

“Where are we going?” Olivia asks as you lead her and Camila to your car.

“You go in the passenger seat, Camila in the trunk,” you don’t answer her, but you see curiosity and glee on her face as the Latina influencer voluntarily goes into the trunk of your sports car. She smiles at you.

---

“Where are we?” Olivia isn’t used to being ignored, but reacts as planned to the game you’re playing with her. You notice with amazement that she is curiously looking around the city as you drive with her through the high-end shopping district of downtown L.A. “Do you think a good fuck and some jewelry will change anything?” she asks, pouting again.

“You look cute when you’re angry,” is all you reply. “But I prefer you proud and content by my side.”

“But jewelry won’t change that.”

---

But Olivia is a woman and jewelry changes that.

“What?” you smile quietly while the older lady in the expensive costume measures Olivia’s wrist. “It’s not because of the price, isn’t it?” You wink at her. The bracelet costs $66,500, that’s how much Olivia saw. And also the credit card you pay with. Your own, not the company’s. It’s your own money.

“No… Not the money… It’s just…” You stand in front of your girl, ignoring the old lady who is used to rich assholes. “Do you know what these things are?”

“Who do you think I am?” you grin, cupping her perfect face in your hands. “I’m the one who decides what you wear and I want you to wear this bracelet.” You point to the overpriced piece of jewelry sitting on a red and black Cartier pillow ready to be fitted to Olivia. And the fancy screwdriver. “Forever.”

“This is a real proof of affection, young lady,” says the old woman to Olivia, who in turn only has eyes for you. “So. Done.” Without taking your eyes off her, you reach out your hand and take the bracelet in your hand.

“That makes you mine, Olivia,” you say quietly and tenderly. “And you are right. Without you I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Olivia blinks, feminine and vulnerable, her eyes moist.

“No. It’s me who would be nothing without you. The money…”

“It’s not the money,” you say quietly and smile. “It’s you. You are valuable to me. The most valuable thing I have. And I will never give up on you or trade you for anything in life. Neither money nor power nor pussies.” The old woman next to you clears her throat but none of you pay attention to her.

And finally it’s done and the bracelet sits on the wrist of your evil little avenging angel forever. You caress her cheek.

“There’s something else,” you say and point to the cussion. “Do you see those two diamonds?” She nods, her eyes sparkling like any woman would. And this time you look around, you’re a perverted asshole but those words are only meant for Olivia. You don’t care about the extra cost of 20 thousand dollars and the surcharge of eight thousand dollars to do it in one day and you will never mention it to anyone because Olivia is not about money. “This one,” you say, pointing to a blue diamond, has a hair of me and you in it.”

“Damian…” Olivia breathes, getting tears in her eyes as you feel… good… very good. Before you can shed a tear yourself, you clear your throat.

“And this one…” What’s happening here? I can’t say it… “I reached between your legs this morning and… well…” Her laugh is the most beautiful thing you’ve heard in a long time and Olivia snuggles up against you, puts her head on your shoulder and just enjoys it your closeness, calm and content. “And your… Well, what did you contribute to it?” You grin. “Camila helped me with that,” you say just to not give too much away, but this time her name doesn’t evoke a reaction from your friend. “These are the things that connect us Olivia, honey. We are together, so as our hairs, embedet in the strongest material known to man. Our sex is incredible, you are an incredible partner for me. So as our fluids, combined together. And when the bracelet is in place, sealed, nothing can rip it away from you, can rp me away from you.”

You stand in the room for several minutes, hugging each other and letting life pass you by while you caress her silken hair. Then you kiss your girlfriend long and intensely on the mouth.

“There’s more,” you announce to her.

“I’m already happy,” she tells you. “But you decide.”

“I like it that way,” you laugh, thank the old lady and escort Olivia out of the shop.

by Writing Shark

A disobedient wifey

“Where have you been for so long?” comes the question. And immediately an accusation. “I have been waiting for you.”

You’ve been in a relationship with Olivia for three years now, but today is the first day that you would like to throw your beautiful, intelligent, ambitious and strong girlfriend over the kitchen table, a red imprint of your hand on her cheek and her ass, and fuck the little bitch into the obedience she’s been missing lately.

But why don’t you do that?

“Honey, I told you I was working.”

“With Elle?” You nod. “You know I want to fuck her too,” Olivia says defiantly. “And you know that I am your girlfriend.” This time there is no seductive eroticism in her voice. You stop in the middle of the entrance and stare at her.

“Where is Abigail?” you ask. “Doesn’t she care about you? Or Ashley?” You blink. “Have you had sex today?” You can see it on her face. You stepped on a landmine.

“Why do you care? Just an FYI: Ashley is with her family and I had no desire for Abigail’s dried-up pussy. I’m your fucking girlfriend and you’re not here to fuck me!”

“I had to work,” you just say and don’t understand her. Olivia of all people should know best what your job entails.

“Oh, that’s what you call it? Work? You fuck other girls while I sit here, pussy dry and mouth unused?”

“Olivia we fuck almost every day. I don’t understand…” But actually you do and you don’t lie to your girl. This is also written in your contract, the one you have created in your mind, you suddenly realize. But that doesn’t help now.

“But you’re not involving me!” She’s really angry. “We’re supposed to be a team but you just fuck anyone you want and I miss…” No, that was nothing. Now you’re really in danger. “I built your company just like you did. Your name is on the door but without my influence on social media…” She stops again but this time you are too angry.

“Fuck social media. Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to fuck and own ten girls like Ashley?” Then you calm down. What is happening with me? Why does it bother me so much to see her angry… Or sad… Fuck… “Olivia you are my greatest creation and…”

“So that’s what I am for you? Fuck you! You… you… you’re sleeping on the couch today!” With that, Olivia turns around on the spot, presents you with her tight ass in her nylon tracksuit and storms upstairs.

“Wait…” you mumble. “Did you…” You shake your head. “Did you just throw me out of my own bed?” But there is no answer. “Fuck…”

---

What am I doing here, you ask yourself again and again. But you know the answer. You fuck Camila Nerez in her tight Latina pussy and make her happy.

“Si Senor! Si! Gracias Senor Stratton.” Her accent is lovely but her smile is even more so.

I should be upstairs with her, you think to yourself and shake your head. Instead, you fuck the busty beauty even harder and hope her screams can be heard throughout the house. Her pussy is good. Tight and wet. But that’s all of them.

And somehow today you can’t concentrate on the girl who is so in love with you. You can’t look at her either, preferring to stare out the large wall of windows while you send shockwaves through Camila’s Latina ass and fuck her doggy style.

You don’t want to see her face. Don’t want to see her adore you. Don’t want to see her eyes, the happiness in them. Love is weak and dangerous. Love can be exploited. And love is… so final.

No. You are not afraid of love.

But you’re afraid to admit that…

“Fuuuck..” Camila’s long drawn-out scream echoes through the house as her body trembles into a powerful orgasm and you hold her up by her hair. “Darling…” she gasps. “Thanks but…”

“But what?” you ask absently.

“You didn’t come… And I didn’t have to beg for permission.” The girl sits up, straightens her hair and leans against you without you reacting.

“It’s okay,” you hum. Then you put your arm around her. By itself. You can’t deny it, you want closeness but you can’t look at Camila.

“Thank you, darling,” she whispers and cuddles up to you.

“You know that I don’t love you,” you suddenly say, but you hold the girl tighter to you.

Fuck where did that come from now?

“I know,” she whispers, resting her head in the crook of your arm. The naked beauty looks at you from below with big eyes. “But that’s okay.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” she nods. “That’s how love is. I’ve accepted for a long time that you don’t love me. But you’re fucking me and that’s a form of love, right?” You just grunt, then shake your head.

“No. You’re only a fuck to me when I need it.”

“Okay.” And nothing happens.

“You don’t have to stay here, Camila,” you say and are frightened of yourself. “I have enough pussies. One call and this house is swimming with pussy juice. You don’t have to…” It doesn’t help. “You don’t have to do this to yourself. You don’t have to deal with me.”

“But I want this,” she says firmly and now you actually look at her. “I want you to fuck me whenever you want. What else am I supposed to do? Instagram? That brings money but no joy. No. I know I’m broken. We all are. Any girl who shows herself naked on the internet. People like you are proof that this is what we are good for. At least I’m happy about it.”

“Really? You don’t seem happy.”

“That’s because you don’t care about me,” she says in a neutral voice. “But I care about you.” Then, without asking, she swings herself onto your lap, reaches between her thighs and jerks your cock stiff. “And I can tell you’re not feeling well.” She flinches briefly, then leans forward and kisses you gently on the lips. “I don’t like it when you suffer. Men like you always suffer alone because the girls in your lives are too stupid to understand you.” She smiles kindly at you. “But you’re not alone.” Then she lifts herself onto you and her face flickers as she feels you inside her. She speaks with her eyes closed. “You have Olivia. And she’s in love with you.”

“I know” is all you say and lift her up so she can fuck you. Maybe you just need to cum in a hot pussy to… But Camila doesn’t move, her eyes open and staring at you.

“And you love Olivia.” You don’t say anything. “Everyone can see it. So why are you fucking me and not her?”

“She’s angry and…”

“No Damian.” What’s wrong with this girl? “You don’t care about girls’ feelings. Also Olivia’s. But you love her. So ignore her and do what you do best.” A smile crosses her face and she moves. “Fuck me, destroy me and make me happy.” Her cunt contracts around you and she bounces up and down with wobbling tits and ass. “We wake up your girlfriend, you fuck yourself empty in me, or on me, however you want, and then you tell your girlfriend what you expect from her.”

---

You’ve never had sex like this with Camila before, but it’s good in a certain, new way. You even ask where she wants it, not to test her but because you really want to know.

“Inside me,” she gasps, out of breath. “I want to feel you inside me.” You grant her her wish and make her scream like a banshee.

“Thank you… Camila…” you finally say. “I know what I have to do.”

“I’m glad,” she says and sticks her fingers into her overflowing honey pot and then licks them off.

---

While you lie down on the couch next to Camila and pull her body against yours, giving her warmth and security, Scarlett Johanson drives through the lonely and cold night to betray you.

“I’m curious to know the reason why Hollywood’s most successful actress wants to meet me in a cloak and dagger event,” says Reese Witherspoon, leaning back in her expensive armchair.

The woman in front of her is not the self-confident and eloquent lady she portrays, but rather a confused bundle of nerves that looks terrible. She can’t even look the other woman in the eyes.

“It’s about my work,” she says so quietly that it can hardly be heard even in the quiet night-time office of Avory Agency.

“With Damian Stratton?”

“Yes.” Then Scarlett Johanson raises her beautiful head. “I want to get away from him.” Reese leans over her table, a spark in her eyes.

“Why?”

by Writing Shark

Emma Watson: Glory Hole Whore

The sun is already low in the sky and casts long shadows on the sidewalk on which Emma Watson staggers along. It’s hard to move. The drugs rush through her system and make her drool and squint. Everything feels so good now that Damian has reduced her addiction with the pill. Only the lust burns in her loins and everyone can see her stiff nipples sticking through her thin summer dress. Normally when she feels like having sex she would stay at home, pour herself a good wine, get naked and put on a good movie with spicy scenes and muscular men, but that’s not possible. Damian forbade it. And her desire is so great that her head only half functions.

She doesn’t know how to deal with the desire, but that’s why she has her agent and even though it’s difficult for her to read street signs, she still found the place. She couldn’t drive in her condition and everyone on the bus stared at her as she held on to one of the poles with the last of her strength. Now she is standing in front of the place that Damian suggested to her.

The owner of the video store greets her with a “Hello.” It’s fitting. Anonymous degrading quick sex is exactly what Emma Watson detests most and what satisfies Damain Stratton most.

“Are you okay Miss?” the shop owner asks her. Emma nods and smiles, her face sweating wet and her body shaking.

“I need… something…” Even now she can’t say it, and her body is already collapsing onto the softened cardboard because of the burning wetness.

“What then, Miss? An ambulance?” But Emma shakes her head. She can’t say it. “Damian Stratton is sending me to…” She can’t finish the sentence and it’s only then that she notices that her hand has slipped over her dress between her legs. The shopkeeper looks at her briefly, then his gaze changes.

“Oh, that’s right. This way.” He leads the young girl through the shelves to a secluded room. “There aren’t many guests here Miss.”

“I need… He wants me to…”

“Don’t worry,” he reassures her. Maybe he already knows Damian’s strategies. In any case, he assigns her a cabin, pushes the trembling Emma in and wants to close the door.

“Sir,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean mister… cameras Sir. He wants me to…” The man points to two cameras that record the room from different angles.

“The videos will be available to you later. For a price.” Of course she has to buy the videos herself that are ruining her life but Emma Watson is so horny that she doesn’t think about it. Within a few days, Damian Stratton has transformed her from an aspiring, self-confident young woman to a creature who gets the dirty thrill of anonymous sex in a cheap video store. Then the door closes and Emma is alone.

There is a chair and a place where she can put her things. There are several holes on the wall at different heights and there is a TV that plays cheap thrasy porn. Emma doesn’t need it to get in the mood and almost is glad Damian didn’t send her to one of the homeless camps. Here it will be easy for her to make a low-class whore out of herself.

---

“Oh… Ohmygod… Oh my god…” It usually takes a few minutes for her to get going but since Damian gave her this cocktail she is always ready and willing. Her wet pussy is dripping onto the edges of her green dress while her white panties hang between her legs. Her sandals are on the floor and her eyes are on the TV where two black dudes are fucking a poor white woman hard. Emma doesn’t care what’s on the TV and is just glad to have something to cover her eyes so she doesn’t have to think about Damian while her fingers fuck her greedy hole. She completely ignores her clit and thinks it’s a cock fucking her, sinking into the fantasy as she moans louder and louder and sinks deeper into the cheap folding chair.

“Hey lady,” she hears a deep voice and flinches. Confused, she looks around without stopping fucking herself with her fingers, then she realizes where the voice is coming from. A dark-skinned cock sticks stiff and throbbing through one of the holes next to the television.

“Oh…” stammers the good British girl. “H-Hello… Sir…” She knows that men like to be treated with respect and stares at the cock as it pushes further through the hole and twitches up and down.

“What is it?” the voice asks irritably. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” And Emma nods. This is not how she imagined her sexual encounters with men but nothing in her life is as she remembers it. Emma Watson is broken and Damian Stratton owns the parts that make her whole. And Damian is interested in the large, ever-growing part of her that wants to suck cock and fuck and satisfy.

“Yes…” she breathes, falling to her knees. Her dress scrapes against the dirty floor of the cabin as she crawls over to him and wraps her fingers around his cock. He’s hot and hard.

“Fuck, you little bitch. Open your mouth.” Emma obeys and doesn’t care if the man can see her. Soon she’ll be a star, everyone will know her, and somewhere in a secluded folder on a computer will be her downfall that makes her so wet and horny. “And now suck.”

---

One cock turns into several, Emma loses track of time in her head and on her tongue as she serves cock after cock. More and more are stretching through the holes on the side and the young actress goes into a frenzy of sucking as much sperm as she can in order to collect pictures she doesn’t want to see, to please a man she hates, to further a career that she doesn’t want no longer.

In the end, she can’t take it anymore. She doesn’t care about the color of the cock, its size and shape. She throws her young hips against the holes in the wall, braces herself on the floor with one hand and jerks a cock next to her with the other as her saliva drips onto the floor and her dress gets dirty.

---

The moon is already high in the sky when Emma Watson staggers out of the video club, disheveled, dirty and with cum caked between her legs. But the itching between her labia has turned into a distant throbbing, her desire has been satisfied.

And then the addiction comes again, the slight pain in her stomach that will soon intensify, the headache and body aches that will drive her back to Damian to lessen the pain and fuel her lust again.

And Emma accepts her new life.

by Writing Shark

A Catfight

The plains wind Chinook passes through Hailee Steinfeld’s being as she finally realizes what is happening and fills her with righteous anger.

“You fucking whore!” she screams, realizing that Anna has a head start in the race that ends with only one of them getting her dream fulfilled. And of course it’s about satisfying Damian Stratton. Everything in her young life now revolves around it. She prostitutes herself for Damian Stratton at an outrageously cheap price and he gets all the money in return for her humiliating herself. “Anna, you’re cheating!”

With an angry scream, Hailee throws herself between her pimp’s legs, pushing Anna to the side, who is smart enough not to react too harshly so as not to harm Damian. Anger and rage blind both women, but they are not tired of life.

“Give me his cock you fucking piece of shit!” Hailee roughly grabs Anna by the hair and violently rips her off your cock. Gone are the days when they served men together, now each is for themselves and has only one goal.

Painful moans escape Hailee’s throat as her twitching neck replaces Anna’s. The more experienced whore doesn’t let that happen to her, punches her friend in the breasts and throws herself under her to lick your balls with her mouth.

The two women keep pinching and punching each other while their mouths are on your cock, but you are only interested in the good feeling of two submissive sluts who do everything for you. You leisurely fuck Hailee’s mouth while her tongue slides over the underside of your cock, spreading salvia everywhere. Her mouth is hot and wet and she strains her tongue until it hurts, but she stays on you so that Anna eventually lets go of your balls. You see the murderous rage in her eyes as she throws herself on the bed next to you, presses her face into the pillows and lifts her ass so high that you can look straight into her cunt, which she is spreading with all her might for you.

“Fuck my tight hole Sir! Please! Please hurt me and do anything to me that you want!” You really enjoy manipulating the two of them and Hailee screams angrily as you kick her back with your foot, stand up and walk over to Anna. “Yes! Fuck yes!” she cries out as you stab her. “Use me Sir! Use me like you want! Destroy me! Destroy my quivering cunt with your godly cock Sir! Fuck!” She gets wild and pushes her hips against you while you fuck her standing up and her body hangs almost vertically on you. Her legs tense painfully, then she rises onto them and rocks her hips toward your cock. “Fuck me like a bitch! Yes Sir fuck your bitch in all her holes. Breed me sir! Breed your stupid bitch.!” Hailee watches in horror as you fuck Anna but it doesn’t take long before you feel her delicate hands on your butt, then her tongue on your ass. Her hands massage your balls skillfully while her tongue circles around your hole as if it were her favorite activity.

“Sir…” she whispers, then plunges herself back into your ass. Her face hits you with every thrust, it must hurt her, but you’re having a good time. “Anna is old and useless.”

“Fuck… hah… Fuck you you piece of trash…” Anna gasps while Haille closes her fingers around your balls.

“I’m tight and willing and not as fucked as this slut.” Her lips kiss your hips lovingly. You like the tactic, especially since you and Scarlett have already fucked a bitch today.

“You think you’re better?” you ask.

“No!” Anna screams, but she can’t move away from your cock but instead tightens her inner muscles so hard that she almost crushes you.

“Yes, Sir. I’m tighter and wetter and more willing. And I know what you like, Sir.” Hailee nestles against your back and grabs your cock. First you squeeze her hand hard between you and Anna, but then you allow her to pull your cock out of her friend and lightly jerk off your slimy spear. “I live because of you Sir,” Hailee whispers. “I only exist to bring you money and my pussy to your cock. That’s why I’m here in the world.” You grin as she bites your neck lightly, then throws herself next to Anna. “You are the Master Sir and I am just a stupid simple-minded female actress. You decide. Here.” She also pulls her pussy so far apart that you hear her moans of pain. “You own me Sir. Do with me what you want. Breed me. Sell me. You own me. I belong to you.”

Painful moans follow as you stick your thumbs into her cunt, stretching her even further. You can see deep into her hole and Hailee starts to shake while Anna takes the opportunity to blow you again. But Hailee is in charge.

“You’re a good girl, Hailee,” you say grinning.

“I’m your good girl Sir. Tell me what to do and it will happen.”

“No Sir…” Anna now pleads desperately. “I can’t take this anymore… Please, Sir… Please make me a good girl. I’ll become a real whore if I keep going. Please Sir. I’ll fuck whoever you want. No matter who. Does not matter when. You get all my money Sir. Please just give me a role or I’ll lose my mind.”

“I don’t care about my mind Sir,” Hailee replies. “I know that I don’t make decisions about my life. I’ve learned my lesson Sir. Give me the role and I’ll bring you money, power and women. You decide what you take from me. All my money?” She kisses you on the cheek. “It’s yours. I’ll bring you any woman you want. Just please give me the role Sir. Make me a star.”

---

The two women continue to humiliate themselves for you for several hours but finally you have had enough, grab both of them by their hair and roughly push their faces onto your cock. Your cum glues them together, covering their cheeks and eyes as you get into the gap between them. Both women look pitiful and except for their faces, their bodies bear clear signs of their struggles. Men have fights and after a showdown, they know who is stronger. Women on the other hand, even those elite actresses, are brutal and sneaky and even as they lick your cum off their faces, they bite their lip or pinch their nipples while giving you submissive looks.

---

Finally you stand in front of the mess that they are, dressed and unwashed, disheveled hair, cracked lips and smudged make-up. Hailee’s high heels are soaked with Anna’s juice and Anna’s with Hailee’s spit. Their clothes are crumpled and dirty and their bodies stink of sweat, cum and salvia.

“Sir?” Hailee asks. She doesn’t dare to say anything else, kneels in front of you, shaking with fear, anger and adrenaline.

Should I tell them that me and Mister Moore have already decided a long time ago, you ask yourself and suppress a grin, but decide against it. You enjoyed playing the two against each other and, like Napoleon before you, you know that two armies are best defeated separately.

“Anna,” you say, not paying attention to the aftermath of the two of them. “Lyndsy will contact you about the preparations.”

“Yes sir!” She has tears in her eyes.

“And Hailee…”

“Yes Sir?” She speaks quietly, defeated, but looks at you. She knows her place and you could free her from her position as a cheap whore for rich, disgusting men.

“You’re going to your next appointment and you’re being extra accommodating about being late.”

“Yes Sir.” But she’ll make you good money, even if only a few hundred dollars a night.

But the little one was born for sex work. Maybe… But you also have roles planned for her. Later. And before that you will fuck her hard and dirty often enough. Your cheap little whore.

by Writing Shark

Anna and Hailee fight for your entertainment

You’re a really good agent. Always there for your stars, always with their best interests in mind, always with the career they want in mind. And you always make sure that they are well prepared for their life ahead. They are women who cannot survive on their own in the outside world dominated by men. Elle gets it, Emma is about to. And now you have two pieces of good news for two really good whores. You find Anna and Hailee in Anna’s apartment. Of course you have a key and the two young women are terrified when you suddenly stand in their room.

“Sir!” The two immediately fall to their knees and look down. Anna has obviously taught Hailee the most important things. The bodies of the two are wrapped in tight evening dresses that show off their breasts well. Hailee is presented in white with cutouts all over the dress showing her bare skin, Anna in black with a side cut that allows her dress to be folded up and easy to fuck her from behind.

“How are my two whores?” you ask and motion for Anna to get up, who immediately stands up and stands in front of you.

“WeAh!” Anna flinches as you rip her dress over her shoulders, exposing her tits.

“We have a customer coming soon,” Hailee says from the floor as your hands squeeze Anna’s tit and you suck on her nipple.

“Fuck the customer,” you growl. “Take off your clothes and expose your ass.”

“Yes Sir.” With a certain amount of pride you see Hailee willingly removing the dress from her body. She’s always been a bit of a whore, but as Anna sways under your harsh movements, you recognize the docile gestures of the previously rebellious girl. She undresses almost gracefully and has learned to please men. Her ass is flattened on the floor of Anna’s apartment as she slips her dress off her legs and shows you her shaved pussy.

“Come here whore.” And Hailee reacts to your words like Anna. She is a cheap whore who sells herself short for you for the exact purpose of lowering her self-worth. The young girl comes naked next to you with just the right kind of shyness and desire so that you can wrap your arms around both bodies. Soon you’re taking turns sucking on Anna’s and Hailee’s breasts while her hands stroke your back and head. “I have good news for both of you,” you say as the first moan comes from one of them. “On the knees.”

---

Two pairs of eyes stare back at you, big and loyal, hopeful and a little afraid. Anna still has her dress around her hips, Hailee is completely naked except for her high heels. Both are wearing make-up.

“You two have grown closer together lately, I hope,” you say and sit down on the bed.

“Yes Sir” says Hailee but Anna doesn’t say anything.

“How many customers did you have?”

“I think…two hundred…sometimes there were several and sometimes there were several in a row. We were often together but sometimes alone. We did what the customers asked, Sir. We were good whores. But why…”

“You remember Mr. Jason Moore?” Hailee thinks but Anna is quicker.

“He liked it when we bit our nipples and insulted each other and threw trash at us,” she remembers, and Haille nods in agreement.

“Certainly not the most romantic forced lesbian date for you,” you grin. “But I don’t care. I got a call from Mister Moore today.”

“Does that mean…” Haille begins, but Anna is faster again.

“What should we do Sir.” You smile evilly and unbutton your pants.

“The film is called Pitch Perfect,” you tell them and their eyes light up. Hailee is so happy that she looks into your eyes, Anna knows better and fixes her eyes on your cock. “I didn’t read the script, too much crap. Something about singing but it’s not Les Miserables. But whatever.” You spread your legs and Anna jerks forward, but shrinks back when you hold out your hand. “I have a part for you.”

“But that means…” begins Haille. At that moment you lower your hand.

---

Anna Kendrick has waited too long. She’s been playing the whore for too long. Long enough to start believing she’s really just a whore and not a movie star. She rebelled and accepted her punishment like a good girl and submitted to her owner. And now his cock is sticking up between his legs. He calls her like the promise of happiness and greatness. She likes the young Hailee Steinfeld and has recently gotten to know not only her body but also her personality in detail. Hailee doesn’t deserve her fate, doesn’t deserve to have to wait so long.

And Anna has been a cheap whore for so long.

And she knows Damian all too well to know when she will be tested.

She doesn’t care about Hailee at all.

---

Women are stupid animals. Driven by instinct and animalistic, they are easier to control than a horse in the field or a cow in the stable.

Anna Kendrick lunges forward like a wildcat, her dress swaying beneath her stomach and her exposed tits bouncing beneath her body as she throws herself between your legs in her own home.

“Fuck you suck like a whore” you growl as you feel her lips around your cock. Will she taste the remnants of your fuckfest with Scarlett on you? Her guttural moans suggest that she doesn’t care about anything at the moment.

“What… What’s happening… here…” Hailee murmurs. You can understand her, you have plunged the young, wild girl into a life of a whore, first bending her will, then breaking it, and now she is being betrayed by her best friend and fellow whore. Soon she will guess and then you will be the winner here.

“Fuck Sir, you taste so good,” Anna moans, jerking your cock quickly and licking your glans. Then she pushes herself back on top of you and swallows your cock like the greedy $20 whore she is while massaging your balls. While Anna tries to choke on your cock, you look at Hailee and have to congratulate yourself.

“What’s the matter with you?” you ask her with an evil grin. “Have I domesticated you so well that the rebellious and wild girl has disappeared?” Hailee stares at her choking friend, having recently gotten to know her as a close confidant. “Where is your fighting spirit?” you ask her mockingly and Anna’s blow job becomes more desperate. “You know where your place is. Now fight for it.”

“Yes Sir,” Hailee says, crawling towards you. But Anna doesn’t think about making room for her and throws her body sideways against Hailee’s like a cow on the milking stand.

“Hey,” the aspiring star calls and looks at you questioningly. You say nothing. “Anna, don’t do that. We both want to thank him.” But Anna doesn’t react and sucks on you like a vacuum cleaner. “Anna!”

“Have you still not understood?” you ask. “Or has the fire in you, that I was so happy to extinguish with my sperm, gone out?”

“No…” murmurs Haille, who doesn’t understand the situation. Not yet. Don’t you want her to be a good little whore? Kind and sweet?

“There’s only one spot,” you tell her.

And now Hailee Steinfeld understands.

by Writing Shark

Scarlett is a good puppy

Scarlett Johanson can still taste the salty cum on her tongue as she strolls through the airport with large sunglasses on her nose, a friendly smile on her face and waving to fans, her rapist behind her, always concerned about her safety. A short time ago his fingers were in her hair as she waited on him on the long flight home, now the Hollywood star is playing her role.

“We have to go, Miss Johanson,” the man whispers in her ear and acts like a bodyguard. “Mister Stratton is waiting.” Scarlet just nods and signs the last autograph, then gets into the black SUV.

“Where?” she simply asks. The bodyguard and his colleague in the car don’t waste a second and pounce on the actress like starving wolves, seizing the last chance to eat the coveted piece of meat before she is back with her master. In response, Scarlett has a cock shoved into her mouth, which she immediately sucks eagerly. She is well trained.

---

The A-list star gets out of the car with a new load of sperm on her tongue. She’s at home, her Roman-style villa in L.A. And Damian Stratton is standing in front of the car.

“Hello Sir,” Scarlett says, dropping to her knees on the gravel path. Her muscles tense as his hand strokes her head like a dog, but her pussy is wet and ready for him as it always is. Scarlett Johanson doesn’t need pills or a daddy. She’s so well trained that she just accepts that Damian Stratton is the man who fucks her best. She would do anything for him. And yet she betrays him.

She needs to get tonight off.

“Today I introduced your successor to her new life,” he says in greeting, grabs her hair and leads her into the house at his side, Scarlett on her hands and knees. “And she gave me some nice ideas.”

---

“You’re not a sly-eyed asian, but the western audience doesn’t want to see that anyway,” grunts Damian an hour later. “And what are you planning to do this evening?”

“What about the nerds woof woof.” The vibrators in her nether holes and the hitachi on her clit really make her voice sound like a dumb puppy and the tip of her black-painted nose wrinkles sweetly at the question. “And I know you’ll fuck me so good I’ll sleep for a long time woof woof.”

“The nerds will be angry,” Damian admits with a shrug and simply ignores her request. “But what should I do? Japs are not good at acting and when I choose an American-Japanese woman it is the same dilemma. No.” He grabs her hands in the doggie gloves, her fingers pressed into fists, and guides them to his cock. While Scarlett moves her paws on his cock and licks his glans with her tongue, the vibrator in her pussy vibrates slightly and the artificial fur tail in her ass vibrates hard while the Hitachi turns her head off. “I’ll play it safe and take the woman most people want to fuck.”

“Thanks Sir. Woof woof” Scarlett pants and continues sucking on his cock.

“My people in Japan told me you were a good girl,” he says, stroking her hair, which is tied in two pigtails.

“Woof,” she confirms.

“Good doggies deserve the cock Scarlett.”

“Woof!”

“Are you a good puppy?” “Yeah, are you a good puppy?”

“Woof!” Inside she wants to die but she is also so, so wet. Scarlett Johanson wiggles her butt and tries to make the anal vibrator wiggle with the tail attached to it. The headband with the ears on it disappears into her hair.

“Then come here.” Damian knocks next to him and stands up. Like a young puppy, Scarlett crawls around his legs, rubbing against them and wiggling her bottom. Then she winces as he kicks her in her hanging breasts. “You’re not a cat, you stupid cunt!” Damian bluffs. “On your back.” Ignoring the pain, Scarlett throws herself on her back and spreads her legs while her hands squeeze her large, bruised breasts together. Then Damian stands over her. “First the money.” He leads the woman to her cell phone. “Wow,” he says when he sees the amount. “Four hundred thousand dollars. Good dog.”

“Woof!” It’s hard for her not to cry, but if her tears ruin her makeup, Damian will become an evil owner.

“What do you think of… one hundred thousand?”

“Woof!” He is really generous to let her do that after such a hard and humiliating time. Then the actress screams as his hands claw into her hair.

“Stand up. Leave the dog thing.” He tears her ears from her head and drags her on wobbly high heels to a wall mirror. “I don’t fuck animals.” Their eyes meet in the mirror. “Dogs have value to me. And I’m not a monster to valuable animals. You, on the other hand…” He waits for an answer.

“I’m worthless Sir” she whispers, allowing herself to cry now that she’s no longer a valuable sex puppy.

“Exactly.” With a loud noise and a hard moan from her throat, he pulls the anal dildo out of her ass. “Now clean this up while I make money.” Scarlett Johanson tastes her ass while being a good girl and Damain Stratton transfers three hundred thousand dollars into his account. Then he looks at her. “How about a little bonus?” he asks. Scarlett wants to shake her head but he’s already nodding, so she does the same. “Fifty grand if you tell me what the most disgusting thing you did over there was.”

“Yes Sir… that sounds…” Terrible. “Good… Thank you Sir.”

“And make it worse for you. After all, you want money from me, you little whore.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you Sir.”

---

“Aaaah…” His relaxed moans busted her ears as he emptied himself deep in her ass. His second load of cum mixes with his first and Scarlett also moans – but with great effort – as she feels his hot load in her bowels. Then he steps back from her. “So?” he asks, sounding curious like a child on Christmas morning. “Can you do it?” Tears stream down her cheeks. She wants to say ‘yes’ so much but you can’t lie to Damian Stratton. And yet she does it and her only satisfaction is that he is so intent on humiliating her that he doesn’t ask what she’s doing tonight. He is too focused on her body in the now, lying with her back against the large mirror, her legs spread in the air, her back folded, her gaze directed towards the ceiling – and her asshole.

“No Sir,” she whimpers through sobs. “I’m so sorry Si-hi-hir…”

“Oh Scarlett…” he reassures her and pats her sweaty thigh. “It doesn’t matter. There were more cocks in Japan too.” Then he waits and Scarlett proves to him that she is his model, his best horse in his stable.

“But your loads are bigger Sir” she whimpers. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

“Yes, that’s it.” Then his face lights up. “But I have an idea.”

Scarlett Johanson can only cry bitterly as he approaches her, sticks the tip of his cock into her… and pisses into her ass.

“That feels good Scarlett,” he exhales in relief as her intestines fill with viscous sperm and hot piss.

“Thank you Sir.” Her voice is unrecognizable. Then Damian steps back.

“Wait a second.” And of course her hell isn’t over when he pulls his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. “Now.”

It takes a while but then she hears Damian laughing loudly as the first load of his juices squirts out of her ass. Something hits the mirror but most of it runs down her body.

“Stronger,” he cheers her on, laughing. “Ten thousand if you hit your face!” Scarlett screams like a banshee, grief, pain and suffering in her heart. But when a mix of cum and piss lands on her lips and eyebrow, she cums like a fire hydrant, spraying her ejaculate all over the mirror and her body as well as his cum and piss.

“Good girl” he says and Scarlett slides into the puddle of juices, sobbing and moaning, her fingers in her cunt as Damian gets dressed and leaves the room. “You’re free for tonight.”

by Writing Shark

Daddy teaches his daughter to be a good little whore

“Daddyyyyy!” Ella flies into your arms, her legs kicking as she gives you a big smooch on the cheek. Then the door closes behind you and your ‘daughter’ greedily sticks her tongue into your mouth. “I missed you soooo much!” She falls more and more into the good little girl the longer you are around her and you thank God for daddy issues.

“There you are little one.” Your hands grope her body and Elle giggles. You can’t make this girl think you have feelings for her and don’t just want her body. “How are you doing?”

“Great!” comes the answer and the girl jumps up and down and lets her small breasts jiggle under the crop top with her cut out stomach. “I’m already awake for a long time.”

“Sorry,” you smile and pat her head. Then you move around the small apartment you bought for starlets like Elle. It’s nothing special but there are many things to protect girls like Elle from. Parents, for example. Boyfriends too. Actually, any influence that gets your horses away from you. And you have the apartments for that. “But I still had something to take care of.”

“Another girl?” You nod and Elle smiles. “Was she good to you?” Her little arms wrap around you from behind as you hum.

“I only came once,” you complain and feel how Elle can barely hold back.

“What? That’s mean, Daddy.” She quickly scurries in front of you. “Can your daughter suck you daddy? Or do you want to fuck me? Daddy can do anything with me,” she smiles mischievously. You fucking her is the best thing that could have happened to the girl. Elle Fanning is all yours.

“Not now, darling,” you smile. “Lyndsy!” you then call loudly into the apartment. Your secretary is immediately in front of you.

“Sir!”

“Where is the girl?” you ask without paying her any further attention. Instead you take Elle by the hand and lead her into the living room where there are still unpacked boxes and items of clothing. And there the girl is sitting. Aubrey, as you remember. Unlike Emma, she still has enough fluids in her body to moisten the leather strap of the ball gag with her tears.

“Lyndsy said Aubrey would be of no use until you looked at her,” Elle murmurs on your hand. “I think that’s mean. I like Aubrey. But Lyndsy said you said that, so it must be true.” Aubrey watches you with panicked eyes as you lean down to Elle.

“You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you, little Elle?” The girl wants to kiss you immediately but you hold her tight.

“Yes, Daddy. Everything.” She is so sweet and can’t imagine what one woman can do to another.

“Lyndsy is right. I bought Aubrey for a reason.”

“Bought? But daddy, at school…”

“School is not a place for girls,” you say. “Intelligent girls learn other things. School just makes girls stupid.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Elle nibbles on her bottom lip as she processes your words. Then she nods. “Thanks for buying me Aubrey. I like her.”

“I know” you smile. “And I know that you will do anything for me.” You stand up again and push Elle towards Aubrey. “Hurt her.” Of course little Elle is too stupid and looks at you questioningly while Lyndsy is already trained enough and goes to your side.

“Daddy?”

“Hurt her my little angel.” Against the wall, Aubrey begins to whimper and struggle in her bonds. “She is yours and I bought her so that I can teach you that, in the world I am sending you to, there are two classes of women. Whores and victims. There is no other way for women and I don’t want my little angel to be a victim. Girls like Aubrey are victims. But not you, Elle.” Your girl takes a step towards Aubrey who looks at her pleadingly, her eyes overflowing with tears.

“Daddy?” She turns to you. “Can I… Can I be nice to her too? I like her and…”

“Girls like Aubrey are victims Elle,” you say coldly, looking at the tied up girl. Your eyes meet. “You’re too girlish to understand, but Aubrey knows exactly what’s happening here. A victim needs someone to protect her. This is you, Elle. I pay Aubrey good money so that she belongs only to you and in return she will only be touched by the men you allow. This makes you strong Elle. That makes you both strong.” Elle turns to Aubrey and asks the girl if that’s true. Aubrey fixes her eyes on you. Then she nods eagerly. “You can be nice to Aubrey Elle,” you say gently and push the girl further towards her victim. “But not now. First I want you to show me that you are a whore.” Your lips rest on her neck and she feels the warmth of your breath on her neck. “Fuck the victim.”

And Elle approaches Aubrey, who has stopped fidgeting. She carefully takes the ball gag out of her mouth.

“Fuck me, Mistress,” the girl begs immediately, looking at you briefly and then back at Elle. “Hurt me. Please. You own me. Hurt your toy.”

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For the next two hours, you watch as Elle Fanning transforms from a confused little girl into an avenging angel from hell who takes bloody revenge on Aubrey for her absent father and cold mother.

“Do you like that, Daddy?” she asks, not for the first time. The big black dildo looks so foreign in her small white hands but there is a healthy blush on her cheeks as she anally rapes Aubrey. Her victim sucks a clear and a blue dildo into her aching mouth at the same time while the long pink double dilso wiggles at both ends in her cunt and is coated in her juices. With all the strength the petite girl can muster, she rapes her newest friend, but if Aubrey could talk she would cheer her on. The girl keeps looking at you and you see it in her eyes. From now on she will only be fucked by you. Slavery under a girl of the same age is a small price to pay to escape the grabbing hands of the executives.

“Yes honey. Good,” you cheer her on while Lyndsy screams and gags around your cock. You’re not gentle either, but here too it was your secretary who, with your permission, pounced on your cock and punished herself. “Pull her hair.

“UH! Thank you, Mistress!” Aubrey screams as Elle grabs her pigtails and rips her head from the two dildos. “Please hurt me more! Show your Daddy we are good girls please!”

“You’re my little piggy now,” Elle laughs, rips the pink and black dildio out of Aubrey’s holes and stuffs the pink double dilso so deep into her dilated ass that the girl has to gag in pain. Then she hits the short end, making it wobble while Aubrey desperately tries to grunt.

“Ride the piggy,” you say, watching as Elle sits on Aubrey’s back and rides the girl up and down in front of you. Tears fall to the floor between Aubrey’s hands but she continues to grunt diligently. “Now use this.” You grab a shoehorn and Elle knows what to do. Aubrey screams and grunts and crawls faster while Elle cheers her on, laughing.

“I like hurting people,” she laughs for you.

“Hurt her soul,” you say, listening as Elle deeply hurts Aubrey in the way only one woman can do to another.

“You deserve this.”

“Yes Mistress. Oink Oink.”

“You’ll never become anything but my little piggie.”

“Oink. Yes Mistress.”

“And Damian saved you.”

“Thank you, Damian. Oink.”

Groaning, you grab Lyndsy’s head, hold it tight and pound her mouth-cunt at a murderous pace. Her whole body stiffens, then you fuck your orgasm deep into her throat, past her tongue straight into her throat. She throws and moans, screams and hammers her hands but your iron grip doesn’t leave her. Then you throw her back and walk towards Elle and Aubrey.

“You’re mine now,” you say to Aubrey, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at you.

“Yes, sir. Oink Oink.”

“Shut up, piggy. Elle owns you now and you do everything she says.” The girl nods. “I did not lie. You get money and protection from the outside world. I don’t care what happens to your family, you live here now.” Another nod. “Be a good girl and you will achieve what you haven’t achieved before. And with less effort and more reward.” Then you pat her face and look at Elle. “You can be nice to her now, Little One,” you say kindly. “But don’t forget what Aubrey teaches you.”

“I’m a whore daddy,” the young girl smiles. “Piggy, clean up Daddy.” Aubrey walks towards you with Ella on her sweaty back and takes you straight into her mouth while her rider looks around the room. “And where’s the belt now…”

Apparently your daughter wants to be a bad whore for a little longer.

by Writing Shark

You wake up in Emma’s apartment

Groaning, you rub your head and blink into the new day. It’s rare that your phone wakes you up and not a hot, wet mouth around your cock but you don’t expect much from Emma Watson and you don’t get much either.

“What the…” The stupid bitch actually laid down next to you in her little bed that night and you frown, wondering if she’s really worth your trouble. Then you look at her young, battered body and mentally shrug before pushing her roughly out of bed. Her frightened screams perk you up and before she can get up from the floor you’re already swinging your legs out of bed, but you don’t get far.

“Please…” The girl clutches your legs and looks up at you in fear. Annoyed, you kick her away. Olivia will probably be wondering where you are. Elle too. You quickly check your phone. As always, Lyndsy has everything under control. “Please…” There’s that lowly presence on your leg again. And a hand on your boxer shorts. “Please fuck me…” Desperately she rubs your cock through your pants, her eyes red, her mouth dry and her hair disheveled. “I can’t take it anymore…please…I’ll do anything…”

“My schedule is already full, Miss Watson,” you grunt in amusement, tearing yourself away from her, hitting her lengthwise on the floor, and looking for the bathroom. Your reflection looks like a general who has won a battle and that’s how you feel too. Surrounded by followers and whores, all dependent on you.

“Please…” you hear her voice again. “Sir…” That makes you sit up and take notice. “I’ll do anything.” Is she really that weak inside, you ask yourself. Okay, the stuff I give her is really strong. But she is a feminist. One cock and she does what she’s told. “What do you want from me?” she asks trembling, not enough water in her body to cry. “I do everything. Sir!” With the last of her strength she pulls herself up your body phatetically. “I’m begging Sir. I’m begging you. Please fuck me.” And there’s the acting talent you hated seeing in her, she’s not really acting it now, she’s being herself. “I’m only yours Sir. I do everything you say. What should I do? Should I kiss your shoes or give you a blowjob while you shower? Or… Do you have to pee? I can…” Your hand in her face pushes her back like an overzealous puppy. Then you reach into your bag.

“Here, take this,” you say and Emma pounces on the pill in your hand. “The addiction will go away. And for the pleasure…” You grab her by the hair, Emma screams, then you drag her across the room and throw her on the floor in the middle of the room. “The desire will remain.” Now she is crying, although without tears, but from your other girls you know what recognition sadness looks like. “The desire will last forever. Here.” The business card lands on her face, then between her legs. “Film yourself for me.” Then you look at your cell phone. Lots of messages. You are a man in demand.

‘I missed you, darling.’

Olivia is diplomatic, which is at least something. But she is also the most important one of your girls.

‘With Emma. Had to break the bitch. Now to Elle. Don’t know if I can bring her with me today.’

‘Why?’ comes the answer almost immediately. Your girlfriend has been waiting for your message like a shark in the water.

,Work. You know what it’s like,’ you write curtly. Women are basically like little children, only they can be fucked and mistreated. You don’t argue with women. They are told how the world is. ‘Show me your pussy.’

As Emma gets dressed and stumbles confusedly through her own apartment, you see the three angry dots on the phone flash, disappear, flash again. And then, of course, you get your photo. Olivia in her chair in her room. Her smile is perfect and only you can see the anger in her eyes which she turns into a beautiful expression for you. Her hand is between her thighs and you can see her bare feet as she exposes her pink hole with two fingers.

‘Come and get it Tiger’ One minute later. ‘Your kitty is in heat.’ Another photo, this time Olivia on all fours from behind, her dripping cunt spread again. Her tight asshole looks inviting too.

You put your phone away without answering her. Women need the thrill of a man who ignores them.

“You have everything you need,” you say firmly to Emma. She nods, her arm stretched upwards, a long white shirt half over her body, a small titty on display. Your hand grabs her, squeezes and you feel her body tremble. “Give me material to control you with,” you said. “Degrading shit. Disgusting shit. I don’t care. The main thing is that you die of embarrassment if I publish this stuff.”

“Yes Sir.” It sounds good the way she says it. Horny. Desperate. Defeated.

“And then I’ll fuck you.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” You nod, throw your jacket on, then disappear.

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In the car you use the time to get to your next destination to answer the less important messages. Camila sent you pictures of herself with a ball gag so big that it must hurt her. Apparently she’s trying to gain your favor through pain. Katie wishes you good morning with an audio recording of her fucking herself with a dildo and says she loves you. Nothing from Bailey and Amy but you already have an idea of how to deal with your interns.

A lot happens in a short time but L.A. is a fast city and Hollywood never sleeps, is always looking for young girls to eat and corrupt and you are its zookeeper, its handler who keeps the monster happy and in return riches and power are your reward. You grin.

There are opportunities in the air, you just have to seize them. But you can’t show weakness either. Only Elle is ready to shoot a film and today you’re teaching her something new. The others still need a while before they’re ready to become stars, but you also notice that you’re getting impatient. You want results now.

“And I will get them” you say out loud to yourself as you drive through the morning city. Then you take notes in your head, then you type on your phone. “Barry… Yes thanks, everything is going well. But I want more.” You smile when you hear the laughter coming from the receiver.