A Deal Made For Daddy, Part 3: Shelby's Surrender free porn video

The memories of my night with Ben burned longer than the aches he’d left in my body. He’d fucked me like no man ever had, pushing my limits until I completely succumbed to his will. Days later, the afterglow still warmed me to my core.

I took time to think through all that had happened. I dwelt on things he’d done, and others at which he'd only hinted. Images and sensations of a raw and feral act tickled my mind until my lurid desire flickered into a growing need. Long after my body recovered, I was still wondering about a new and darker kind of sex.

Checking online, I watched video after video of girls being taken in the ass. These films were surprisingly easy to find and I was shocked at how many women must enjoy it in the privacy of their sex lives. Good gosh, it made me so fucking wet. The desire to be used like that, to be stretched open while Ben fucked me in such a taboo way, was too strong for me to ignore. I never thought I’d crave such a thing, but after his fingering and stretching of my hole, the idea of taking his cock in my ass made me weak with desire.

Just the thought of it made my pussy drool. I remember fingering my clit in bed as some blond slut was skewered on screen by a man with a cock even larger than Ben’s. I assumed it must hurt, but she was in a place far beyond feeling pain. I imagined myself in that place: panting and straining while being thoroughly fucked. I needed to know what it was like but I had no idea when Ben might call.

I decided not to wait.

I took the vibrator out of my pussy. It was soaked, of course, glistening and slick with my juices. The smooth plastic always moved easily in and out of my pussy and I thought I should be able to take it in my bottom. Even so, I was wary when I rolled onto my side. Eyes closed, I held my breath and bit my lip as the tip pierced my tight, little hole.

Oh my God, it was thicker than I anticipated, stinging with a burning heat as my hole was forced open. Gritting my teeth, I bore down, and with my body quivering, I eased it through my ring. Fuck, it felt huge inside me and I paused, hissing in pleasurable pain, my muscles straining against its girth.

For many seconds, a white-hot sting burned in my ass, but as I relaxed, a warmth spread through me. I resumed breathing properly and my hissing became a satisfying whimper as my crinkled rose surrendered to the toy. Soon, I was trembling with excitement and I pushed it deeper.

“Ahh, fuck,” I cried as it slipped all the way in. By then, the sting had been replaced by a strange fullness that demanded I massage my tight, anal ring. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, I plunged the vibrator in and out, again and again, fucking myself in the ass for the first time.

I panted on the bed, stuffed full of toy cock, buzzing vibrations caressing my tender flesh. Every time I pulled back, I felt exquisite relief mixed with a strange emptiness that made me long to drive it back in. It was so different, yet I loved how it felt inside me, certainly as much as I enjoyed it my pussy.

Rolling onto my back, I curled up, shamelessly rubbing my clit while stabbing the toy into my nether hole. I was sweating, my long hair matted, and still I could not get enough.

I was on the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm. Good God, how depraved I must have looked. I was a total slut, a whore for the man who'd enticed me to be one, and I wasn’t going to stop until I made myself as raw as he’d left me that night. My belly fluttered, my thighs tensed, and a hard shudder rocked through me. Just as the orgasm rose to engulf me, I pulled the toy out of my ass, whimpering with an ecstatic explosion.

I was wasted and out of breath when it passed. My body ached, a repetition of how Ben had left me several nights earlier. Sighing in contentment, I curled up in my sheets, letting the purr of sexual relief sweep me away into a deep and comforting sleep.

Something changed in me that night. Any reluctance I’d felt at giving myself to Ben evaporated in that shattering climax. I was impatient for his call and, the following afternoon, I resolved to phone him. But what could I say? Desperate as I was, I wouldn’t just ask him to fuck me like that! I might have been losing myself to him, but I wasn’t ready for that. I mean, I was still in High School. How could I even begin to say something like that to a man more than twice my age? So, what could I do?

Crazy with frustration, my phone suddenly woke with an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, my stomach tensed at the name.

Ben Gillman

“Oh, shit!” My hands trembled as the ringing went on. I was a mess, unable to answer. Finally, as Taylor Swift sang the fifth repetition of “We are never ever, ever getting back together", I drew my finger over the virtual ‘accept slider’.

“Ben. Hi. It’s me. I’m here.” The words tumbled out in a rush even as I struggled to hide my joy. Ben’s quiet chuckle followed, and I winced in embarrassment.

Then his voice came clear and strong. “Hi, Shelby. I was thinking about you and wondered how you were doing. Are we still friends?”

My joy at hearing from him was almost squashed when he used that word. Up to then, ‘friends’ was a euphemism Ben used for me being willing to fuck him, and a familiar anger began to surface.

“That depends, Ben,” I said sourly. “Why did you take a whole week to call?”

There was a brief pause. I sensed his mind shifting gears and I feared he might hang up on me. I waited, almost ready to apologize even though he deserved my wrath, when I heard him sigh.

“You’re right, Shelby. It was thoughtless of me not to call sooner. The truth is, I wasn’t sure you wanted me to reach out. Maybe, under the circumstances, the word ‘friend’ was misused. Are you willing to let me start over?”

Shit! I mean, just when I was starting to understand him, he again had me reeling. I was happy to hear the change in his attitude, though, and the venom on my tongue abruptly vanished. “Well, at least this time, you didn’t send a text. I guess that earns you something. I am glad you called.”

Ben must have been holding his breath, because I heard him exhale before he replied. “That’s good, Shelby. Thank you. Look, I have the evening free and I was hoping I could see you. We can have dinner, somewhere in public, if you'd prefer.”

Oh, hell yes, I wanted to yell, but I bit my tongue while silently pumping my fist as the urge to scream faded. “Um, yeah, Ben, I’d love that. What time and where would you like to meet?”

I visualized his smile as I listened to his positively buoyant baritone answer, “Six o’clock, and don’t worry about where. I’ll pick you up.”

Oh, my God!

“Um, that would be great. How should I dress?”

“Let’s make this informal tonight. Why don’t you surprise me?”

“Okay. Six o’clock then. Bye, Ben.”

I was in shock. The last time I’d met him, it was clearly only for sex and he’d been absolutely rude and callous right up until he took me. This time, when I wanted him more than ever, he was being the complete gentleman? Dinner in a public place? It sounded wonderful. Yet, on this night more than the last, all I wanted was for him to take me someplace and fuck me into a coma! Shit! At this rate, it was going to be a very long night.

I was walking on air and took special care in getting ready. I wanted everything to be perfect, and my mind was filled with naughty thoughts as I laid out my clothes.

Informal, he’d said, and that was fine. Last time, I’d dressed elegantly and been treated like a whore. This time, I decided I’d dress the part and time would tell if he was going to treat me like one again. I desperately hoped he would. An hour and a half later, I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled.

The white cami seemed innocent enough, but the extremely low cut revealed a dangerous amount of boob. Tapering down and clinging to my waist, it left a few inches of bare tummy before my pink skirt began, flowing over my hips and ending at mid-thigh. My hair I put in a French braid. It trailed down my back in a style designed to highlight my tender eighteen years of age. If Ben was taking me out in public, I wanted to torture him, making our age difference as obvious as possible.

My red lipstick, along with some strategic mists of Dior on my breasts and thighs, made me feel sexy. Hopefully, they would also drive Ben mad with desire. Lastly, I chose my black, ‘fuck me’ stilettos. They made my slender calves appear even slimmer.

Anyone who saw us couldn’t possibly think I was just a niece or some other relative. I looked like a teenage slut with a Sugar Daddy, and that’s exactly what I wanted people to think.

'You are so in for it tonight, Ben,' I thought, looking into the mirror. I was riding high and ready for him when he phoned to say he'd arrived. Grabbing my clutch, I hurried down the stairs and across the foyer, only to stop in terror as I saw Daddy had beaten me to answer the knock on the door.

Daddy, don’t, I was about to scream, but it was too late. He opened the ornate door to find Ben standing on the porch.

“Ben, hey, I wasn’t expecting you. Please, come in. I, ah, just need to clean up.” As usual, Daddy had been drinking and he looked like hell. Ben’s scowl turned to a smile as his gaze shifted from Daddy to me.

“No need, Garrett," he replied with a dismissive wave. "I’m here to see Shelby. You can go back to doing… whatever.” The disdain simply dripped from his voice and Daddy just stared at us as I slipped into Ben’s arms.

"What the hell is going on here, Ben? That’s my daughter. How fucking dare you?”

Ben was about to retort, but I cut him off. “Just stop it, Daddy. This is your fault for loving booze more than you do me. Seems you haven’t yet figured out how your screenplay got finished.”

Daddy was silent, dumbfounded. Ben shrugged, and slipping his arm around my waist, led me away. His hand cupped my ass before we rounded the corner. I don’t know how long it took Daddy to close the door.

The mood for the evening might have been ruined, but Ben’s gleaming limousine came into view. The deepest black I’d ever seen, I felt I could reach right into the paint. I leaned against Ben's chest. “You're really pulling out all the stops tonight, aren't you? If I didn't know you, I might think you’re trying to impress me.”

Ben kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I wanted to make up for making you drive yourself last week. Am I forgiven?”

Turning, I kissed him, sucking lightly on his lip until his tongue came out to find mine. It was a passionate and even loving kiss that stole my breath away. “I forgive you.”

Minutes later we were heading down Sepulveda, roaming through the city lights. The pure elegance of the limo’s buttery-soft leather and roomy interior created the perfect atmosphere for letting my stress drift away. And Ben… well, he was like a movie star as he poured two glasses of chilled champagne.

“Where are we headed?” I asked, accepting the flute.

Ben smiled and gently touched my exposed thigh. “I was going to take you out for dinner, but with how you are dressed… I’m afraid the tabloids would have a field day if someone got a picture of us.”

For the second time that night, my stomach clenched, and I felt a flush redden my cheeks. “Oh, gosh. Sorry, Ben. I kind of wanted to tease you. I didn’t think about the press.”

Ben's kiss danced on my lips. “It’s okay, Shelby. I love the way you look.You should never be afraid to let your freak out while we’re alone, but you need to learn discretion when we’re in public. So, rather than going out, how about I make you dinner. I have a beach house in Malibu with an amazing ocean view. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

The drive from downtown LA up the Pacific Coast Highway is reasonably lengthy and I snuggled with Ben, chatting and enjoying the view. While we enjoyed the bubbly, cuddles turned to soft caresses with tender kisses. Watching the waves crash against the shore on my left, I felt like I was in a fairytale. It was so different from my last time with Ben. Soon, the warm buzz of the alcohol and his light but insistent touch had my pussy hot and moist. Running my fingers over Ben’s chest, I popped a few shirt buttons.

“Do you have one of those dark, privacy screens in this thing?”

“As a matter of fact...” Pressing a button, the opaque glass slid up, shielding us from the driver’s view.

“Mmm, that’s better,” I murmured and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Ben leaned back in the seat, lightly holding me as I trailed kisses down his powerful chest. The idea of making love in a limo was too much to resist, and I sucked on my lower lip as I undid his slacks.

“Lift up,” I said, and then drew his pants down, letting him kick them away on the floor.

Oh my, seeing him nude, with his cock hard and excited made my mouth water. Kneeling between his thighs, I kissed and licked his cock until it was wet with my saliva. His scent rose like a fog, making me dizzy with heat.

Forming a fist around his base, I took his cock into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the head before sucking deep and slow. Ben cooed softly, running his fingers through my hair while I sucked up and down his length.

I was more interested in pleasing him than making him cum, though I wouldn’t have minded if he had. My goal was to tease and enjoy his masculine flavor. Up and down his length I went, drawing my lips along his shaft. Flicking my tongue around his head, I took my time exploring his shape, lathering him while I enjoyed the taste of his emissions.

He was so hard I felt his heartbeat throbbing through him, but he was still in control. I smiled inwardly, happy to please him without getting him off too early. I sucked him slowly and carefully, taking him as deeply as I could until his thighs began to quiver.

Withdrawing, I caressed the underside of his shaft with my lips until I reached his sack.

“That’s it, Shelby," he commanded, "suck my balls. Your mouth feels so good on me, baby.” Ben gently urged me on, moving a hand down my back and over my ass. That touch made my pussy clench, and I knew I had to have him inside me.

Sucking his balls into my mouth, I savored the thought of having his cock in my pussy again. This time, I wanted him in every hole, so keeping him hard and aroused until he could have all of me, meant I had to pace him. With one last suck on his nut, I moved up, slipped my legs around his thighs and kissed him deeply.

“Take off my thong, Ben. I want you to fuck me.”

Reaching under my skirt, he hooked his fingers under the elastic and swiftly removed the thong. Cool air flowed over my steaming sex. I was dripping, juices leaking down my thighs. Rampant cock in hand, I scooted up until his spongy head was brushing my swollen lips.

“Mmm, yes. Do you feel how wet I am? I can’t wait to have your big cock inside me. I want you deep, all the way in. Will you do that for me, Ben? Fuck me slow and deep?”

Ben grimaced and nodded as I pushed down, clasping my wet flesh around his pulsing cock. “Oh, fuuuck.” I gasped as his thick head spread me open and plowed into my sheath. Angling my hips, I wiggled and squirmed on his cock, gasping loudly as he stretched my pouting hole.

“Fuck, yes," Ben rasped, "this teenage pussy of yours is so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me, all wet and slick. I’m going to make you take it all until you’re coming all over my cock.” Then, with a feral grunt, he grabbed my hips, dug his fingers into my flesh, and forced his cock into me as far as he could reach.

"Fuuck." I was completely overpowered and could only surrender as he shifted forward, gaining the leverage he needed. Anticipation flooded my heart and I threw my arms around his neck, desperately holding on as I prepared for his strength to be unleashed.

Ben was done with my controlled, slow fucking. Squeezing my body against his chest, he began rocking me on his lap while slamming his cock right up my pussy. I had no choice but to ride him hard. Soon, my thighs were aching, taut and tired from the strain. Again and again, he lanced his thick piece of meat into my cunt, making my whole body quiver with each plunge.

Frantically, I pulled off my top, offering him the tender flesh of my breasts. Ben's gaze filled with lust and I winced as he bit my sensitive nipples.

“Ah, fuck. That's it, bite me. God yes, make me feel it while you fuck me.”

When he buried his face in my chest, I knew he was close. The delicious friction of his cock massaging my hole had me burning up. I held him tightly, feeling my orgasm approach, hoping I would reach my climax before he came. “Oh, fuck, make me come,” I pleaded and when his hand dropped to my ass, I clenched, knowing what he'd do.

Reaching between my cheeks, he probed my hole until the tip of his finger was inside. ”Fuck me,” I gasped, and when he pushed it deep into my ass, I exploded on his cock. I was fully stuffed: a finger forced in my back hole while I was impaled on his iron-hard cock. My pussy gushed and contracted, pulsing madly as I came. My vision blurred and my mind swooned until I couldn't hold on anymore.

I felt him shudder and his finger dug into my ass so hard I knew I'd be bruised. Then, he grunted in pleasure and the hot flush of his semen filled me, coating his cock inside me and flowing out and over his balls. I was completely wasted when he finished and I happily curled up in his lap.

For several minutes, Ben kissed me and stroked my body as we silently watched the waves wash up on the shore. Somewhere along the way, the driver had parked at a cliff edge, giving us an incredible view of the sun sitting on the horizon. It was the most amazing backdrop for what we'd just done and I couldn't imagine anything more romantic.

Ben pulled his suit jacket over us, keeping me warm, and we gazed out at the ocean as the sun slowly sank.

“You're an amazing girl,” Ben murmured, fingers casually playing over my breasts. His touch was gentle, fluttering lightly over my nipples and drawing delicious invisible circles around my pink areola.

“Mmm, thank you,” I said. "You’re pretty incredible yourself. I have to admit, you really do know how to treat a girl… when you want to, that is.”

Ben smiled into my cheek and kissed me in response to the obvious reference to our last time together. “That was then,” he said. “I wasn't sure what either of us wanted, and I've found that keeping these things just about the sex can prevent misunderstandings.”

Gazing out at the sea, I contemplated his point. This all began as nothing more than a trade. Opportunities only he could provide in exchange for sexual favors from me. Daddy and I would have our security, and Ben got the use of a willing teen’s athletic body. It’s probably a deal he’d made several times before and I suppose I couldn't really blame him.

I was no better. I'd sold myself for his money, and as he'd said that night, that made me a slut. Of course, for a million dollars, I was, at the very least, an expensive slut.

“So, why the sudden change?” I abruptly asked.

“What do you mean?”

Turning in his arms, I brought my eyes to his. “I mean, all of this. The limousine, your plans for a public dinner, your Malibu beach house. Having sex like this as the sun set over the ocean. That's all awfully romantic, Ben. A girl could start to think she means something to a man if he treats her like that. So, why the change? You didn't need to impress me, so what am I supposed to be feeling here?”

I was terrified that the cold, heartless streak he’d so clearly shown would suddenly reappear. I was so frightened of it, in fact, that I'd almost decided not to ask. It could have crushed me. But my rationalization for being with him had changed: I didn't want the audition, or his influence, not at the cost of my heart.

For a long, terrifying moment, I held my breath… until the kindness I'd seen when he first appeared at my door returned, and he gently kissed my nose.

“I guess it means I don't think of you as a groupie or some casting couch bimbette. I… well, the truth is, I just couldn't stand the idea of not having you with me. Like I said, you’re an amazing girl. I don't want to hurt you, I just couldn't do that now.

“What I do want is for you to be with me. Now. Tomorrow. In public here or when we travel. Most of all, Shelby, I want you with me because you want to be mine, not because of what I can do for you.”

Oh, my God! I was screaming inside, but my brain hadn't yet caught up. All I could do was lose myself in those dark eyes. I didn't speak, I could hardly breathe! He hadn't said he loved me, although I already knew I loved him. For either of us to say those words this early would have cheapened their meaning, and I think we both understood that.

What he had said was that we were real. That fact meant more to me than I could ever imagine. Throwing my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard, passionately expressing myself beyond any words I might be able to find.

The heat of that kiss grew into a fire, searing us with a desire that went beyond the shallow needs of our flesh. I wanted to do more than please him. I wanted to get into his mind and make him desire my touch as strongly as he wanted my body. Slipping down from his lap, I knelt on the thick carpet and scooped his semi-hard cock in the palm of my hand.

“I want to watch you get hard for me,” I whispered before blowing gently over his cock, bathing it in the warmth of my breath. Ben shifted, spreading his thighs and leaning back while his flaccid shaft came alive.

It’s an incredible sight, watching a man become erect. The fact that his reaction was totally natural and uncontrolled, save for his desire to plunge it into me, drove me mad. My pussy flushed with moist heat as I felt his cock expand in my hand.

“Fuck, Ben, that makes me so wet. I love seeing you get hard for me. Mmm, just a bit more, baby and you’ll be ready to fuck me again.”

I was dying to wrap my hand around him and feel how hot and hard he was getting, but I held back, studying him intently as he grew. Inch after inch, he lengthened, with that thick head being pushed across my palm as he did. His cut foreskin stretched back, revealing his purple crown. He grew thicker and heavier as the blood poured in, engorging his cock with the very essence of his manhood.

Looking up at his face, I could see him struggling with his lust. The urge to be touched and fondled must have been overwhelming for him, but he sat, unmoving, as his erection came to life. When his shaft arched and rose off my hand, I knew he was as hard as he could get.

Fuck, it was a beautiful thing. His skin stretched to a beautiful pink and purplish sheen, the rigid meat pointed upward, ready to be sucked or plunged into my body. Slowly, almost reverently, I caressed the underside of his shaft until my fingertips found his sack. His balls hung heavy, and I imagined a hot load of cum sloshing around inside, waiting to be released into my pussy or mouth.

It was a delicious idea, but I had other plans for that particular load.

So far, I'd done little more than fondle his balls. It wasn't until a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared that I granted him the touch he was obviously longing to feel. Wrapping my fingers tightly around his length, I stroked him, keeping my fist tight and my motions long and even.

“That's it, relax and let me make you hard. I love your cock. It's so big and hot in my hand. Let me make it nice and wet, okay?”

Ben nodded, watching me intently as I licked my lips and kissed that bulbous head. Cupping his balls, I gently lifted and fondled them while I slid my mouth up and down the side of his shaft. From his crown down to his sack, I darted my tongue about, flicking lightly over his skin. It was a wonderful tease, and he sucked in a breath and hissed in pleasure when I took him deep in my mouth.

The sweet aftertaste of his cum and my juice was still on his cock, and I swirled my tongue around and around until I’d licked it clean. With his shaft wet with spit, I slid my fist up and down, accompanying my lips as they journeyed over his pulsing manhood.

Having no desire to make him ejaculate, I kept my touch light, moving slowly in teasing, erotic torture, taking him to the edge. Drops of glistening dew appeared at the tip of his head and these I eagerly sucked away, savoring the taste of his pleasure.

“Damn, Shelby, you’re making me so fucking hard. I don't know how much longer I can take this.”

Rising from his rampant erection, I gripped it tightly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, hell no. I'd just rather come inside your pussy.”

“I've got a better idea.”

“Oh? What could be better than fucking that sweet pussy of yours?”

I sucked him again, made a satisfying plopping sound when I pulled him from my mouth, and then turned my burning gaze onto his eyes.

“I want you to come in my ass.”

Ben’s eyes were blazing and he smiled thinly, an almost predatory edge. “Yeah. I want all of you tonight, and your ass was made to be fucked. But are you sure this is what you want? Once I’m inside you, I'll be stretching you open until you think I'm in your throat.”

Fuck, hearing that made my pussy drool. “I want you that deep, Ben. Do you remember when you licked me the there last time? What did you call that?”

Ben caressed my cheek, ran a thumb over my moistened lip. “Rimming. It's called rimming. It feels amazing, doesn't it?”

“Mmm, you have no idea. Do that to me again. Rim my ass before you put your fat cock in there.” With a final, wet suck on his cock, I turned to the limo’s facing back seat, and still kneeling, rested my arms on the leather and buried my face in them.

The next thing I felt was his hands stroking my back. God, he had big hands: soft, warm and strong. My eyes were closed, but I could feel him behind me, moving my hips and raising my ass until he had me perfectly positioned. His touch was electric, and I moaned softly when he urged my thighs apart and smoothed his palms over my ass, massaging me.

My pussy was on fire, clenching with a hunger for his cock. Each time his fingers drew down, I rocked my ass up, hoping to feel him touch either of my aching holes. But he denied me that relief, providing only the warm sensation of his skin sliding over mine.

“Your ass is so tight, Shelby. It's a joy to watch as you walk. I bet every guy you've been with wanted to do this.”

I was about to ask what he meant when I felt the indescribable sensation of his tongue sliding over my anus.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasped. Warmth and wetness covered me, probing up and down as my body began to succumb. Ben kissed my ass cheeks, bit me and made me wince, before trailing his tongue down and into my pussy. Time and again, he drew wet circles over my most intimate zones until I felt like putty, ready to melt into the seat. When he kissed along my spine, I took a deep breath, knowing what was coming next.

There is a special joy in being mounted by a man. Having him above me like that, feeling his weight, is just so fucking satisfying. Feeling him holding my hips while he drew his cock up through my labia made me want to purr like a kitten.

Arching, I gave Ben the opening he needed and was rewarded with the wonderful pressure of his cock plowing into my pussy. I was wet and ready and he was balls-deep inside me with one, easy thrust. My pussy was puffy, filled with juice, and it drenched his cock when he slammed inside, coating him in glistening fluid before it leaked out and dripped down my thighs. Ben grasped my hips tightly, pulling me back each time he pushed inside me.

He was so fucking hard. I sucked on my lips, relishing my surrender to him. He hit my spots so deeply that I wouldn't have minded him forgoing my ass. By this time, I was longing for him to pull my hair and just fuck me silly, so I actually whined when he pulled out, leaving a frustrating wet void. I was about to tell him to put it back in when the thick head pressed against my tender brown hole.

“Oh, fuck, go easy,” I whimpered at the increased pressure on my tight rose. He was fisting his cock, keeping it in place while guiding me with a gentle touch on the small of my back. I eased back on him, taking him into me at my pace. Fuck, I struggled, fighting my nerves as that insidious piece of meat opened up my hole.

Twice I pulled off, but each time, Ben patiently drew me back, stroking me and softly encouraging me to try again. Then, with my ass on fire, I felt him pop inside, my eyes widened and I quickly pushed back, forcing much of his shaft deep into my body,

Moaning in a mixture of shock, pain, pleasure and pride, I dug my fingers into the seat as Ben leaned in, driving the remainder of his cock into my ass. I screamed profanities, rebelling against his intimate intrusion and yet commanding him to fuck me hard. Ben rose, pinning me to the seat, and began long strokes with his rigorous cock.

Oh, my gosh, I’d never felt so open. He had me stuck beneath him, his cock sawing into me, strong thighs pressing into mine as his weight pressed me deeper into the seat each time he slammed his cock home.

It was an incredible feeling, far better than my toy and, automatically, I slipped a hand between my thighs. Spreading my lips, I rubbed my clit hard, wanting to climax before he filled my ass with cum. I became lost in sensations. Somewhere in all that I had an orgasm, waves crashing through me again and again until Ben drove deep and bathed my insides with his hot juice.

I felt him pulsing, followed by an amazing sense of relief as he slipped out of me. Ben tapped on the dividing window and pulled me up into his lap. The car started to move and Ben cuddled me all the way on the drive to his Malibu home. I woke hours later, nestled against him in his bed.

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The remorse Daddy felt over his part in my being ‘defiled’, was enough to prompt him into rehab. Ben found the best clinic in the state, and after some time, Daddy was able to overcome his addiction. It wasn't easy, though, and his demons are never far away. Ben and I keep him sober.

I never accepted an audition. If Ben ever used his influence to seduce another girl, well, at least he made sure I never found out. He said he was finished being that man — but, hey, this is Hollywood, and dreams here are almost always an illusion.

If life has taught me anything, it's that nothing in Tinseltown should come as a surprise.

Authors Note.

I want to again offer my thanks to Jwren for his excellent editing work. This time, he has truly outdone himself.