Category: The Starmaker

by Writing Shark

How Olivia became your girlfriend

Scarlett and the other actresses who make up your stable may earned you your millions, but you owe your power solely to Olivia. Young and intelligent, it was she who sought you out and offered herself to you. Three years ago she had recognized your potential in Hollywood and connected with you. From the beginning you had been clear that you see in her more than just three holes with legs, let alone a lowlife who wants to be a movie starlet. Olivia had ambitions like everyone else. She had dreams and hopes, just like the women and girls you fuck every day. But unlike all the others, she had managed to earn your respect.

She hadn’t tried to act naive, she was too smart for that and intelligent people like you two notice when others play dumb. She also hadn’t tried to handle things herself and earn a place that way.

“I’ll definitely sleep with you,” she had told you just Minutes after you met the first time. “No question about it. But before that, I want to prove myself to you.” You were sitting in a fancy restaurant you had chosen. Still new in the business you wanted to impress her but she had slid a big wad of bills across the table to you. “I’ll pay you with that. Not just that you’re introducing me to the business.” She had smiled at you. “With this money, I sell myself to you.”

“Isn’t that usually the other way around?” you’d asked to cover your shock. Nothing like this had happened to you with Scarlett months earlier.

“It does,” she had smiled. “But it’s not that kind of transaction. I know people want to fuck me. I’m certain you want to fuck me. But I want to prove myself to you. With this money, you own me for a year. You may do anything you want with me. I always say yes. I’ll move in with you, that’s a condition. I want to be near you all year. I don’t care if I have to sleep in the basement or a cage in the garage for that.” You knew right away that Olivia would share your bed.

“Okay,” you had only said and continued to be silent. Her behavior had impressed you but also made you cautious. You were just starting to make a name for yourself and Scarlett had only been trained for a few weeks after the breakthrough you earned her. It was all happening too fast.

“I know there’s no reason to trust me,” Olivia had said. “Here.” Then she’d slid you a flash drive. Like any good agent, you always carried a laptop. “It has everything on it to destroy my life for good.” Now you were really shocked, and Olivia had laughed. And you were connected to her. “I wouldn’t look at that stuff until after tonight, though.” You liked the way she winked at you in her fancy evening dress. She was confident and showed it, but she also knew who not to mess with. That person was you.

“Why not?” you wanted to know.

“Because there are enough naked pictures and humiliating videos on the stick that it might spoil your fun to unpack me tonight. I know I’m a good fuck” she had then said innocently, chewing her lip. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” And you had actually put the stick in your pocket without checking the contents. You’d never met anyone like Olivia before.

“I have to hand it to you: I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you right now.” That had her laughing. “But what do you get out of it?” She had nodded in satisfaction.

“Just that. A man who doesn’t get distracted by sex and everything that goes on in this fucked up town. I know that everything here is paid for with sex and that women aren’t worth much. I accept that. But I don’t want to be one of your bunnies that you can enslave on your terms.” She had glanced at the wad of money on the table. “With this, I submit to you for a year. I am your slave and you decide about me. I know that’s how it goes but this puts me one step ahead of the other whores. One year. I’m yours and you make a star out of me. I don’t care how, but I want to have at least half a million on my account this year. Deal?”

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The first sex with Olivia was mindblowing and she fulfilled her obligations to her master first in the toilet of the restaurant, then in your bedroom. She was everything she promised and way more. What had taken Scarlet half a year, you and Olivia had simply skipped. She was your perfect slave, was shy and dirty at the same time. She had ridden four orgasms out of you without coming herself. In a brittle voice, she had begged you to cum and when you had allowed it your first kiss was as intimate as a loving couple. All night you had done it, all the next day and the following night. It was incredible.

Then Olivia had nursed you, cooked for you, everything a housewife did. Steak and blowjobs, massages, naked with an apron in the kitchen. She’d felt your legs on her back as she’d squatted on her kees, enduring a serial marathon while being your footrest. You had spanked her, spanked her until her ass glowed crimson red. Olivia had thanked you. You had choked her, spit on her, Olivia was happy. She had drunk your piss and dragged her tongue through your ass crack, her hot breath had accompanied you. And she had washed you and given you a good night BJ. Then she had wanted to curl up on the floor but you had forbidden that.

Since that day Olivia had shared your bed. After a year you had her, nineteen endorsement deals, seventeen million followers, $2.3 million richer and happily put her out of your employment/slavery contract.

But she hadn’t left.

“I like you,” she had said, the only woman who could warm anything in you. “You fuck me good and right.” Her hands on your chest were warm and tender. “But…” Like you, she had found it hard. But like you, she knows what she wants in life. “But I like you. Like, for real.”

And so she gave you the only thing you couldn’t squeeze out of this town with all your might and cunning, a girlfriend. Olivia would be the first to admit not really knowing if it’s love that binds you, you share power and wealth too calmly for that. Like you, she comes from a poor background and wants to take revenge on the world, even if you are the only one who has expressed it clearly.

That’s why Olivia is eager to help you implement your plan. Olivia’s net worth is many times higher than yours. Every girl wants to be like her and every boy wants to sleep with her. She doesn’t need you for influence or connections any more. But she knows who has the power in this town, in her life. You promised her a powerful life and supported her with your influence out in the world. And in your home, in your private life, she is still your dirty little slave. It was her idea and you agreed on the condition that she could stand on her own two feet, something few girls in your life can manage

You had enough to do with Scarlett and the others and Olivia was a great help, not a resource. She never forgets her place and who she owes her fame to, but supports you in the things you need support with. And she gives you your freedom. It was clear to both of you that you were a good match business-wise, emotionally and mentally. But sex was one thing that was not in balance. But here, too, Olivia had agreed to submit to you.

“As long as I can bring you hot chicks home you can fuck any hole in this city that you want. Just your cock for me, any cunt for you” she had said of her own accord even before you could set the rules. Then she had smiled again, spreading her legs and pushing her bikini aside. “Just promise me you’ll always come back to this.”

That promise was easy.

by Writing Shark

The beginning of your plan

It’s only early in the morning but you’re already awake…

“Fuck…”

No, it’s already early afternoon, but today is a special day. It takes some time to recover from yesterday’s festivities. What happened? You are looking forward to the memories coming back to you during the morning… you look at the clock next to your bed… during the afternoon. You rub your face and feel the sheets next to you. The other side of your bed is empty.

“Shit…” But that’s to be expected. You wake up alone a lot. With a groan, you swing your legs out of bed.

“Ouch…”

“Fuck! Shit… stupid fucking thing…” You look up at the curled-up body at your feet, then a dirty grin cracks your face. “Oh yeah… right…” At your feet is one of the reasons for the party yesterday… and the party the day before that…

The tired woman groans as you nudge her roughly with your foot, then she too rises to her feet. “Good morning Honey. How did you sleep” you ask her.

“Good,” mumbles the woman whose face is still sticky from your cum, her hair ruffled and her mascara smeared. As you get dressed, she just manages to sit up. Scarlett has been busy this weekend.

She’s one of the biggest stars you’ve got in your stable, ripe, curvy and a face that makes cocks hard and pussies wet, and which you used several times yesterday as a target for your cumshots. Younger than her, you made her big and she made you rich. A few days ago you signed the contract for her latest movie, millions more in your ever-growing portfolio, and since then, before she leaves for her publicity tour, you’ve done nothing but celebrate.

“Get dressed and washed,” you say as you slip on your robe. “You smell like cum.”

“Okay.” On the outside, she’s a mature, self-sufficient, strong adult and confident established actress in Hollywood, the infested comatose hellhole where you make your money. At home, she’s your target for cum, spit and piss who willingly lets you do anything your sick/brilliant mind comes up with. She simply fulfills her part of the bargain that earned her a million-dollar movie role and a glamorous life.

While your cum target freshens up you wander your home in the hills of Los Angeles. Located in Bell Canyons on a cliff overlooking the city, your two-story home provides the perfect base for the next step in your master plan, which start you’ve been celebrating for the past few days. Unfortunately, it’s also such a large house and estate that it’s difficult to find anyone here, especially in the battleground of the party/orgy you’ve hosted for the last three days.

As you shuffle from the second to the first floor, on your way to the kitchen, you pass the party room. Most of the guests have already left, but the entertainment has not.

“Oh shit” you groan at the sight of two young ladies satisfying each other among empty bottles, trash and torn gift bags on the stained carpet in a steamy sweaty 96. Your secretary lies on top of the other girl, her sweaty head pressed wearily between the legs of her partner. You forgot last night to allow the two to end their entertainment program for your guest who left at four in the morning. After a click of your tongue, you want to order them to stop but you hear the hoarse, strained, tired moan of the girl under your secretary and rather lean smiling against the wall and watch the two.

Whimpering and moaning, your secretary licks her partner to an unwanted, perhaps already painful orgasm and then trembles as the girl under her does the same.

“Good morning,” you say as the two are down from their orgasms. Tired looks out of half-closed eyes dutifully turn to you.

“‘hoo mohn siah…” mumbles Lyndsy trying to smile but can’t get her numb tongue in her mouth. As she rises like a wobbling monkey, you see the ravaged body of Abigail under her whose red hair is all sticky from Lyndsy’s juices and the spit of the guest. And other fluids it seems. But even with the smell of urine and cum it’s good to see Abigail, it means your girlfriend is still here.

“Where’s babe?” you ask the two women. Lindsy raises her arm strained while the other girl starts licking again as if in a trance, spit and girl-cum, fresh and encrusted sticking to her face and her hair slick and stuck to the laminate floor. Lindsy points down and you follow her gesture as she drops her lap onto her partner’s face again without much emotion. When Hollywood stars with millions in their bank accounts are your devoted and primal slaves, your underlings have no illusions about who’s in charge in this house. But you are not a monster. You’re just too tired for that.

“You can stop, now,” you say as you walk out, hearing grateful groans from the large room behind you. “Lindsy, make yourself presentable. We have work to do honey.”

“Yeff swir…”

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The lower floor of your house is occupied primarily by a large central room that also looks like it did after the Battle of Saipan. Sleepy you stroll into the kitchen and grab a cold drink, something without alcohol. You like to party but you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t avoid unnecessary risks. Two glasses of orange juice will have to do for now until someone whips you up a smoothie. And something to eat. You are hungry.

Curious, you look into the large central room next to the kitchen to the sofa. You smile, recognizing what you’ve been looking for.

“Babe” you grin. You would recognize the well-trained naked thigh anywhere. The rest of the body is hidden under the bodies of two other women, one you know…

… the other you don’t.

“Babe,” you say again and hear a coo among the other girls.

“Babe? Fuuuuck… Is it morning already?”

“It’s day already” you grin.

“Fuck!” Your laughter accompanies Camila’s surprised cry as your friend pushes the Latina beauty off of her. The other girl submissively manages to slide off the sofa quickly and you look at her perfect little naked Asian body. Brownish skin, little pointy tits, devoted facial expression, ruffled hair with the same girl cum crust as with the other two bitches. Your girlfriend has great taste in fuckmeat.

But then it’s your girlfriend who gets all your attention.

“Fuck honey you look fantastic.”

“I look terrible,” Olivia grumbles, making a face. You shake your head and hand her a glass of orange juice. While your girl sips the liquid you can look at her perfectly toned muscular and al in all totally fuckable body.

Even three days of orgies, alcohol and partying can’t take away your girl’s beauty and where the Asian girl and Camilia look just as disheveled and fucked through as the other chicks in the house, Olivia radiates the glow that only your girlfriend can achieve.

“Are you contradicting me?” you ask sternly. “Do I need to remind you of the rules, slave?”