Category: The Starmaker

by Writing Shark

Addicted to fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything for you.”

“Sir.”

“Sir.”

“Again you stupid woman.”

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

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

Elle Fanning becomes a star

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do. I’m very pleased with you.”

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What… how?”

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

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

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

Bargaining for a piece of meat

“The video…”

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

And now Olivia too.

Olivia Dunne who fell in love with me.

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

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

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

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

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

But… What if…

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

“Yes…” she gasps. “Yes… Yes… Elle…”

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

“I’m coming… Fuck I’m coming…”

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

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

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

God, why are women so simple?

---

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

Elle earns herself a gift

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am. Sir.”

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

“Bring Elle here later.” That smile again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m protecting your daughter.”

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK. I can do it, Damian.”

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

Quality time with Olivia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Call Abigail and Ashley.”

---

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

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

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

“Olivia…”

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

You are watching a funny video

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

‘Shut up pig!’

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

‘Yes, Elle.’

“Bingo!” You clap your hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

,Yes! Mommy! I want to fuck you.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Writing Shark

Your starlets get to know your world

It’s like she’s waking up from a bad dream. Emma Watson moans and holds her forehead. How much did she drink last night? Did she drink at all last night? A hangover is actually not typical for her, she has too much control over herself. Or was there something else? She vaguely remembers flashes… flashes from a camera? Yes, there was… A woman… and… Why can’t she remember? She stands up worried.

“What… Oh no…” She’s not at home but… Now she remembers the photo studio. “But why…”

“Finally woken up?” Emma knows the voice but doesn’t remember the face. A fat black woman stands over her, an ugly grin on her round face, a camera in her hand.

“O… Octa… Octavia?” It slowly dawns on Emma. Then the woman raises her camera and the flash brings back some memories. Her frightened shrieks fill the room.

Emma is naked. Her small breasts, which she is somewhat ashamed of, are exposed to the air.

“Lower your hands,” the woman barks sternly, and out of some deep-rooted reflex, Emma instinctively obeys. “Exactly. So it is good. Good little girl.” The smile changes as her face disappears behind the camera and Octavia comes closer to her. “Now put your fingers in your pussy.”

“What? No!” Emma pulls her knees to her body and the blanket over her but the black woman is stronger than her. Everyone is stronger than her. Also… “Damian!”

“He can’t help you now,” the woman grins and tugs at Emma’s protection. “He wouldn’t even help you.” And Emma remembers it again. It was Damian! He and Octavia…

“You raped me,” Emma breathes. “Help! HELP! HelAH!” The woman’s hand on her cheek makes a loud noise.

“Shut up, you stupid white bitch!” barks the woman and Emma is too shocked. Immediately she sits naked on the couch in the studio. “Exactly,” Octavia sneers. “You are his now. And right now, you’re mine.”

“No…” Emma shakes her head.

“Yes.” More photos. “Do you feel it yet? It’s been long enough.” And there is actually something there. Her vagina… Emma lowers her gaze.

“What…”

“He does that to every feminist whore who thinks she is better than others. Soon you will no longer need the aphrodisiac and he will switch you to other drugs.”

“Aphro… No! My God!”

“Not only that. Look at yourself.” Emma sees the writing on her body and starts to cry.

And then she feels her fingers inside her, as if they had a mind of their own.

“What is happening to me?” the girl sobs.

“What happens to anyone who opposes Damian Stratton. Yes. Fuck yourself deeper. Harder!” Emma desperately obeys. Your loins burn. But there is something else. “Your desire is increased until you are stupid. You can keep this under control with obedience. Fuck whoever he wants, or fuck anyone else, but in the end, you need the other.” Octavia snaps more pictures of the crying girl masturbating. “Because only he can give that to you.” And Emma feels it. As she spreads her legs for the black photographer and pumps her fingers into herself, she feels a different desire within her. “It will grow,” explains the woman who puts her camera aside and takes off her long silk dressing gown. “And only he can give it to you.”

“You got me addicted? My God. You’ve got me addicted.” Emma can’t believe it.

“So do what Damian tells you. Then everything will be fine.” Octavia puts her fingers under Emma’s chin while the girl fingers herself wildly and desperately. “And now he wants you to stick your face in my pussy.”

And Emma obeys.

---

Across town, Hailee Steinfeld and Anna Kendrick sneak out of a rich client’s house, barefoot, with disheveled hair and ruined makeup, half-dressed. He even gave the girls a few hundred dollars, but for the young women, it was just a reminder that they were hookers without Damian Startton’s support. Anna quickly unlocks the car the two of them came in the evening before.

“Give it to me,” she says and grabs Hailee’s share.

“Hey,” she protests and wants to reach for her money, but Anna hits her sore chest, which still has her teeth marks on it.

“This is for Damian,” she says in a thick voice and hands Hailee only two bills. “Your share.”

“I was abused all night while you just sat chained on the sybian,” Hailee snaps. “What should I buy with two hundred dollars?” But Anna just strikes again.

“This is not your life Hailee,” she says urgently. “Remember why you’re doing it!” Maybe she’s just too tired or too broken but Hailee remembers.

“I want to be a movie star,” she murmurs and shakes her head. “After just two days?”

“I feel exactly the same,” Anna admits and drives off. “Damian is powerful, don’t forget that. Do what he tells you and just remember what your goal is. Don’t think about anything else, then you will obey him as he wants. But don’t lose yourself. Do you know Riley Ried? She also had big plans, but forgot what she wanted.” Anna lowers her head. “Mister Stratton always gets what he wants. No matter what we do, he gets his money.” Hailee nods.

“I understand. Don’t think, just the goal in your head. And obey Damian Stratton.” Anna nods.

“Clean up at home. In four hours I have to give a sheik a live show in Dubai and I promised him that I would fuck a girlfriend in the ass with a strap-on.

---

“Mom! I’m home!” But her mother doesn’t greet Elle Fanning at the door. Luckily, she can’t see her daughter’s happy, adult smile. But ‘Mom’ is just a nickname for her. Her real parents live together, happy and powerful in a luxurious house. Where is her mother? Maybe job hunting with Dakota? An evil grin spreads across her face as she heads into her room.

“Have fun getting roles big sister,” she grins evilly, an emotion that Damian, Daddy, has cultivated in her and she is proud of. “From now on I’m the star in this house.” She lies down on her small bed and stares at the ceiling, then rolls over.

‘I miss you already Daddy,’ she writes. ‘And Mommy too.’ But of course, she doesn’t get an answer. That’s okay, her daddy is busy and Elle is thinking about him. Again she gets all wet and ticklish between her young legs. ‘I miss you soooo much,’ she writes, spreads her legs and photographs herself from the stomach down. ‘I want to touch myself for you.’ And she does. Elle caresses her legs, her soft, clean skin and thinks of Damian, Daddy, and what he is doing to her.

The thought makes her head all fuzzy, she likes the feeling, doesn’t think about anything and has images of Daddy Damian and Mommy Olivia in her head.

‘Can I come, Daddy?’ she writes. She’s a good girl and doesn’t do anything she’s not allowed to do. ‘Please, Daddy! I was so good for you. Please reward me, Daddy.’ But her Daddy doesn’t answer and Elle is good and knows that she isn’t allowed to come then. She strokes herself faster, touching herself down there. She is so new in this world, wants to explore herself, but knows that your word comes above everything. And her Daddy hears her.

‘Come for me, my darling’

“Daddy! Yes, Daddy! I’m coming for you! I’m coming Daddy!” Her legs tremble and press together as her fingers slide over the nub between her pussy lips like she saw Mommy do. It’s such a beautiful feeling. “Thank you Daddy.” She writes him her thanks, along with a picture of her wet, red hole and her exhausted smiling face.

by Writing Shark

Betrayal of a cheap whore

5,500 miles away, not everything is going as you planned.

Scarlett Johanson is a Hollywood star, worth millions, well-known, popular and respected. Here too, in Japan, her star is in the firmament and shines brightly and clearly.

Yet she hasn’t left the hotel room in sixteen hours while, it feels like, half the men in Tokyo have stuck their little Asian cocks in her.

“I hate her,” she whispers to her reflection in the small bathroom, her face plastered with cum and spit. Next to her in the toilet, one of the men who had beaten her black and blue with belts yesterday along with three of his buddies while his bosses watched, is snoring. “Little yellow monsters.” She grimaces painfully, she already thinks like him. Her master. But what should she do? She is only a woman, after all. “My God, what am I doing here?” Even these thoughts are his, planted by him in her stupid head.

The drug cocktail is still swimming around in her brain and her eyes stare at her tired and dull from her skull with viscous sperm running over already crusted sperm.

Back in the main room of the large, luxurious hotel room, she first looks for her clothes that are scattered all over the room. Her movements are sluggish and she sways as she picks up a bottle of wine and brings it to her lips.

Her loud gagging and coughing wakes the others in the room. That was the bottle she had painfully shoved up her ass yesterday. After relieving herself into it.

Scarlett doesn’t even understand the language the man is talking to her, but his greedy little hands make it clear what he wants from her. Her translator, a slim asian teen, lies unconscious and dressed up in the corner of the room, still with the tie gag in her mouth, pretending to be asleep.

More and more of the little monsters are waking up and surrounding Scarlett like the little gnomes they are. They are not bothered by the woman’s battered appearance and soiled body. She had already done her photo shoots yesterday, from now on she is just meat that can be sold at the market. And the highest bidder is the head of the company that Stratton Starmakers does business with in the Land of the Rising Sun.

“No…” the famous Hollywood icon pleads weakly as hands roam over her face, stroking her nose, ears and eyes. Other hands desperately knead her big white breasts. “Please…” But her pleading voice only makes the men more eager to violate her again. Not even a local prostitute gets treated like that and soon Scarlett Johanson is sucking two Asian cocks while her crusty holes are fingered and fucked.

---

The moment hot piss spreads in her ass and mixes with the sperm running out of her used cunt, the manager’s servants attack their translator, whose screams are muffled by the gag.

The women belong to the men for the entire day, then the deputy that Mister Stratton placed at their side, the watchdog, allowed them a day of rest. But Scarlett can’t think about it when one of the men cums in her mouth and spits in her face as a thank you.

It is immediately replaced by another Japanese penis rubbing against her hand. Scarlett is now good at pleasing her clients like a high price whore, except she doesn’t negotiate the price. She is the prize.

Next to her, her young translator whimpers as she too gets fucked in the ass and pussy, but Scarlett knows that this is just the beginning.

---

The endgame comes later and today it’s not just belts but also leather shoes. Her full lips are on her client’s smelly shoe but she’s a world class actress and makes it look like she’s kissing her sexy movie co-star while humiliating herself for the little men. Her bedmate rubs another shoe against her pussy, then another shoe flies down onto Scarlett’s chest. The woman screams, spreading drops of sperm on the blanket, which is already soaked with piss and cum.

“Thank you Sir!” screams the Hollywood star at the top of his lungs. “More please!” And the men understand that as they eagerly jerk their cocks and decorate the bodies of the two women with their loads.

---

“Oh shit,” her Stratton Starmaker watchdog growls. “You smell awful.”

“I’m very sorry Sir,” Scarlett murmurs, knowing that every man in the agency, whether the caretaker or Damian himself, is far above her.

“Go wash yourself. And what happened to the other bitch?” The translator is crying bitterly, her whole body wet with warm liquid. “Oh whatever. Here.” The man hands a big chunk of money to the crying girl. “Two more days and then you can forget about it and buy yourself a good life. And your boyfriend too.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir.” Her words barely penetrate the sobs.

“Now go wash. You have the evening to yourself. We’re flying home tomorrow.”

---

Of course, Scarlett can’t spend any time with the girl who’s holed up in her room after her duty. She’ll have to oblige the guard on the long flight home, but Scarlett can’t think about that.”

She doesn’t feel clean, even after washing and bathing for two hours. She’ll never be clean again and the piece of paper in her hand feels like it’s burning through her hand.

Ever since Damian Stratton made her a star, she has had everything she ever wanted. And she is suffering more than ever before. This is normal, she reminds herself. Damian told her. The price of success. And he’s right. Without him she wouldn’t have made it this far, she knows that. And that’s why it feels like betrayal. Scarlett is scared.

She knows she’s a useless woman, a set of holes for men and blessed with a face that makes her money, along with her tits. Cow tits that hurt now because Japanese men find them so attractive.

She should thank Damian. But the time with the Japanese was enough to fill her bowl with self-hatred so much that it cracked. Normal girls would go to the hotel roof and… But Scarlett Johanson isn’t normal. She’s a movie star. She wants to destroy herself but knows that her body is too valuable to be wasted. And she knows that she is too stupid to decide what happens to it. Damian knows this. But Damian sent her to the Japanese men.

The piece of paper in her hand crackles as her fingers brush over it. She used an old phone book, a miracle that she found one in Tokyo, and without alerting her watchdog.

Should she really do it?

But before her slow female brain finished the thought, her animal instincts took over and she dialed the number.

“Avory Agency, Ava on the line. How can I help?” But Scarlett can’t say anything, she’s too stupid to speak. Can she really betray Damian? She doesn’t even begin to know what he will do to her if he even finds out about the idea of dialing the number. But her life… As a woman, she is too stupid to imagine how it can get any worse and that damns her. Hell no. Even now she’s not stupid enough to put Damian in danger. You don’t play with the devil. But maybe…

“Hello,” she murmurs into the receiver. “Here is…” There is no going back. “This is Scarlett Johanson. I need to talk to Reese Witherspoon. This is about terminating my contract with Stratton Starmakers.”

by Writing Shark

You put your ‘daughter’ to bed

“Hello? Yes, Mrs Fanning. Elle got some great offers and she did brilliantly. Yes, she’ll bring them over tomorrow. Unfortunately, I still have to discuss a few things with her and that’s why she has to… Yes, you’ll get a copy, that’s what we discussed. Yes Mrs Fanning… Okay. Goodbye.” You hang up. “Your mother cares more about checking your contracts than where you sleep.”

“I don’t care about my mother,” says Elle. She sounds… mature. “I prefer to be with my Daddy… and my new Mommy.” And she sounds spoiled.

“Can you hear that, darling?” Naked and beautiful, Olivia sits on her knees in bed and presents her body to you. “Our daughter is a good girl.”

“I know,” you say and remove the towel from your body. Both of your girls are watching you greedily while your cock swings seductively and powerfully between your legs.

“What are you saying honey” Olivia coos. “Who gets daddy’s cock first?”

---

“Oh boy oh boy… hee hee…” Elle giggles nervously but Olivia strokes her hair while the young girl’s eyes squint at the tip of your cock in front of her face.

“I’ll help you,” Olivia whispers.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Of course you won’t admit it but Elle Fanning was born to suck hard cocks. Greedy and curious, she displays just the right energy as her tongue licks around your glans and her hands reverently massage your big balls. Meanwhile, Olivia strokes her hair motherly and holds her young body close to you as she encourages her to endure the pain that your huge cock will cause inside her.

“Keep it up, Elle. Yes. Open your mouth wider. Yeeeesss… Daddy has a big cock, doesn’t he?” Coughing, Elle comes off your cock, presses her lips together in embarrassment and looks up at you, but doesn’t forget to jerk off at you in the meantime.

“Yes Mommy… the best cock…”

“Keep going. Yes, good girl. Now a little deeper. Yes. Not too fast, we have all night.” Olivia looks at you in love. “You’re with Mommy and Daddy now.” You hiss in pleasure as Elle begins to moan around your cock. Your daughter pampers you for several minutes and you can kiss Olivia with pleasure, then you pull Elle back.

“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” she asks, eyes wide, some spit at the corner of her mouth. You patiently guide your hand between her legs, drawing a soft moan from her mouth.

“Let Daddy show you how it’s done.” You’ve already fucked Elle, of course, but as far as she’s concerned, you’re only now really accepting her into your family. And Olivia prepares for her role as a mother.

“Spread your legs more. Exactly like that,” she says as you let Elle down on your cock. “Like a whore.”

“A whore Mommy? Am I not a good girl?” Olivia giggles.

“You moan like a whore, Little One.”

“Yes… I’m… a whore.”

“Good girl,” you soothe her, holding her tight as your cock pushes into her, spreading her pussy lips wide. “You’re a whore for Mommy and Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy,” she breathes heavily and strained.

“There’s nothing in being a whore for Mommy and Daddy.” Her legs are shaking as you’re halfway inside her. Elle is tight and small and your cock is already hitting the walls of her vagina. And when Olivia brings her tongue to her stiff, sensitive clit, it’s time for the final step. “And a whore fucks other people for Mommy and Daddy.”

Elle doesn’t even notice your words, but nods her agreement like a good girl as you push yourself further into her.

---

“Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me good and hard! Fuck your little whore daughter Daddy! Destroy me! Wreck my little pussy with your fat big dick Daddy!”

“That’s my little baby girl,” Olivia grins evilly and kisses Elle so that she finally stops screaming, as you want to protect her delicate vocal cords for the customers. With her girlish voice alone she will get the princess role she so desires.

You, on the other hand, prefer to concentrate on the narrow canal into which your cock is currently hammering and on the girlcum that you are squeezing out of it like a lemon. Elle continues to lose her mind as Olivia whispers sweet, wicked words to her, preparing her to do what you signed her up for.

“Yes, Mommy! Yes! Yes, I’ll fuck whoever you want! I want to be your dear little daughter! I want to be your dirty whore! Fuck me! I fuck everyone! I’m a whore! I’m a whore! I’m a cunt! Fuuuuuuu…”

Elle has never come so hard on you and the little girl develops so much power in her pussy that she almost pushes your cock out of her. With all your strength you press your body against her, support yourself and pound into your pseudo-daughter/real whore at a murderous pace. You groan like an animal as you cum inside her, pressing yourself all the way into the little girl and feeling how your balls tighten and shoot your potent cum deep into her teenage cunt. You flood her tight hole with your load, pumping yourself empty inside her several times while she loses more and more strength on you.

Finally, she slips off your cock, exhausted and grinning stupidly. She immediately farts your cum out of her cunt but Olivia is there quickly and catches most of it in her warm palm. She smiles contentedly at you as she brings your nectar to Elle’s mouth.

“Drink my daughter” she whispers and Elle slurps your gift from her hand. “Good girl. And what do you say?” Elle swallows your juice and looks up at you.

“Thanks, Daddy” she whispers. Then she looks at Olivia. “Thanks, Mommy.”

---

A few hours later you are lying in your bed washed, clean and satisfied, Olivia on your left, Elle on your right. The girls cuddle up to you and purr like kittens while dreaming about your hard cock.

You, on the other hand, dream about the future. Elle would do anything for you, you know that, she told you that. Sydney’s on her mother, it’ll work. Emma will get back to you in the next few days, one way or another. And Hailee is put on the right path by Anna. Everything is going as you planned.

by Writing Shark

A slightly different family trip

“Mommy! Daddy! Come on!” Freshly dressed in her chic short leather jacket, white dress and blue skirt with high stockings and Chucks, Elle dances across the nighttime parking lot in front of you. For the naive, poor girl it must be like a dream, as she is carrying the equivalent of six months’ income on her body.

“It’s so easy for her,” you amuse yourself as you and your ‘wife’ run after your ‘daughter’.

“We’re going to have so much fun with her.” Olivia presses herself against you. “That you can still remember it. My kink.”

“You are too valuable to forget something like that.” Olivia’s gaze becomes neutral for a moment and you think you have said something wrong, then she beams at you again and kisses you.

“I’m going to fuck that little thing for days.” Then she winks at you. “After my husband is done with her, of course.” And her smile is…different. “Or the two of us together. Like one big happy family.” You roll your eyes. If you wanted a family you would live in a state where there were still values and order, certainly not in Hollywood.

Of course the bouncers let you in with a ‘Good evening Mister Stratton’. No one in their right mind would turn you and Olivia Dunne away.

Inside, you lead Elle, who is shaking with excitement, to a V.I.P. Lounge and explain the rules to her.

“Everything here is on me,” you shout over the music while Elle sticks to your lips. She’s already rubbing her legs together under the expensive dress while Olivia looks at her with amusement. “If I’m not here, Olivia will be responsible for you. We’ll take care of you.”

“I know, Daddy,” Elle calls back happily. Then you show her how to order alcohol.

“Don’t overdo it,” you warn her, you don’t want to fuck someone unconscious. “But have fun.” You stroke her hair. “This is your night Little One.”

“Thanks, Daddy… but… How can I have fun?” That’s Olivia’s sign.

“Let Mommy show you,” she laughs and pulls Elle onto the dance floor while the girl gives you a wistful look.

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For a while you watch Elle as the alcohol in her blood is distributed throughout her system by her pumping heartbeat. Olivia is also having fun, usually with the lustful looks that are always thrown her way, today preparing Elle for you to ignite. She dances closely with her, keeps her away from other men, laughs and is happy.

Then it’s time for you. One last song, then you stand up and join the two of them on the dance floor.

Elle jumps a little when she feels something behind her, but Olivia watches over her and shows her it’s you. Soon the three of you are dancing, close together. Elle is completely red in the face as the lights dance on her body. Then she follows your gaze. There are at least three men looking at her, not Olivia, but Elle Fanning, the naive, shy, drunk girl. Of course she missed that you and Olivia diverted the eyes from your girlfriend to Elle and so your tactics are having an effect. At first she is embarrassed and looks to you for protection and advice. You caress her body as you dance and encourage her and soon Elle is dancing a little more freely while Olivia nestles her back against your front.

And soon afterwards – intoxicated by alcohol, aroused by the looks – Elle does the same. Olivia shows her how it’s done and the teenage girl rubs her butt against you in the expensive skirt like a pricey escort girl. Then you turn her around, Olivia at your side. All three of you dance in unison to the music, your hot bodies close together, the eyes of the entire disco on you.

Then you kiss Elle. On the mouth. And the girl literally explodes in a sparkling fountain of youthful lust. She’s practically clinging to you and you can hear her moans even over the music as she wraps her legs around you, clutching you like a little sloth. You hold her with your hands on her tight ass and are sure of the views of everyone in the large room.

This doesn’t change, in fact it only gets more intense, when Olivia grabs your head and says something like ‘Mommy wants some from Daddy too’. Then you kiss and grope the two hottest chicks in the club while half the people want to join in and the other half wants to kill you.

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The music is a little quieter in the toilets but what really always amazes you is how devastated the girls’ toilets are. Women are simply the real animals and as a man it is your duty to endure this mess for your wife and daughter. In addition, it is forbidden to have a threesome in the tight cabins and you have the best chance of averting the matter with money and power. But neither you nor your two arm candies care about the danger.

You always have a tongue in your mouth and a hand on your cock as you close the door to the cabin. Olivia gives you her signature smile that always makes you so hard and crouches down in front of you. She balances gracefully on her high heels while Elle has to go straight to her knees.

“Don’t get your skirt dirty, honey,” Olivia admonishes her.

“Yes Mommy,” Elle smiles and pulls the material up her legs and presents you with her wet panties.

“And now spoil her like mommy does little angel.” And Elle is a good daughter, pays attention, and watches as Olivia coats your massive cock with salvia for her.

“You’re doing so well Mommy,” she says in awe as Olivia spreads ounces of spit all over your raging booner.

“Just for you honey. Stand up and bend over for Daddy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” Elle obeys and then feels your hot, wet cock against her tight opening.

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“Please Daddy more. Please give me more Daddy!” Elle is in heaven as she supports herself on the edge above the toilet, but so are you as you can feel Olivia on your body. The whole toilet now knows that you are fucking in the stall and you can hear angry women outside. But no one interrupts you, the stupid animals are too busy arguing with each other. The hot chicks think it’s great that someone else is as dirty as them, hookers don’t want to be hookers alone, the ugly ones are angry because they want to be hookers too.

You don’t care as you grab Elle’s youthful hips and slam yourself into her so hard that her entire body is lifted into the air.

“Come here honey,” you hear Olivia whisper. “Be a good dirty girl for Mommy and Daddy.”

“But my clothes Mommy…”

“Daddy has a lot of money Little One” is all you say. A short time later, Elle is lying on her back on the toilet, chucks in the air, skirt above her navel. You are above her and fucking Olivia’s pussy, who has placed her lovely body above Elle. You hold Elle’s legs and feel her tongue on your full, heavy and swinging balls like a kitten with it’s milk. Both of your girls moan like whores as you switch between their sopping wet holes and neither cares about the condition of their expensive clothes.

“Hello?” Suddenly there is a soft knock on the door behind you. A quiet female voice. “May I come inside? Please?” Elle stops licking you and you pull out of Olivia. Then you put your fingers under your daughter’s chin and pull her up in front of your face as Olivia makes her way from the toilet.

“Do you hear that Elle?” you say so that everyone can hear it. “That’s the fame. People want to be like you. They want you.”

“Yes,” says Elle.

“Yes,” says the voice outside the toilet. “Please. May I come inside? I’m 24, blonde, slim and willing.” You and Elle smile at each other.

“Make up your mind,” you say and kiss her on the cheek while she stares at you with puppy eyes. “You are the star.” It takes a while.

“Please,” the voice says pleadingly. “I am submissive. Hello? Please?” Elle looks at Olivia. Then she turns around, grabs your girlfriend/her mother by the waist and makes her sit on the toilet seat. With grace she climbs onto her back with her feet lifting off the ground.

“Fuck all our holes Daddy” you hear her say. “Let everyone hear it.” She turns to you and looks at you in love. “Fuck Mommy first and make her scream.”

This girl is yours.