Daddy's Little Mpeg Fuckstar Deluxe

Chapter 2: I know we live in a random, MTV world where one image or impression or even thought is not necessarily followed by a sequential one, but you'll have to make an exception here... read the first story to follow the flow... if you haven't done so already...

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The only sound in the hotel suite was the thumping of my heart and I was sure the entire building was rocked to its foundations by it's thundering rhythm. The clock moved laboriously towards seven o'clock. Teasingly, tauntingly.

I sipped champagne and sat in a chair in the far corner of the suite wearing a new, exquisite suit by Hugo Boss. New clothes for a new man. But my fear and trepidation threatened to upstage my new-found confidence. It was now or never.

It was now.

At 6:57, I heard a knock on the door. A little hard, a little impatient, a little testy. But a knock nonetheless and it could only be one person. Natalie. Fruit of my loins. Plague of my life for the past several years. The daughter who had never given me a chance to prove my worth.

Nathalie. Successful advertising executive with a sordid secret past: internet mpeg fuckstar. How many men had jacked off to the pixelated images of her inhaling cocks of every colour into every hole she possessed? Hundreds? Thousands? Whatever the number, I was one of them. And now I would seek my revenge.

"Door's open".

I was surprised at the cool, authoritative tone in my voice as I spoke. New man, indeed. Let's just see how this new man handles this situation.

There was a brief pause before the door handle turned, ever so hesitantly, and the door swung open. Nathalie stepped into my hotel suite, her eyes darting from one end of the room to the other. A telltale sign she was nervous. Not like her at all. Maybe the advantage was mine. Maybe not.

She stood there looking lovely. More lovely than I remembered. More elegant than in her countless, sweating humping flicks. She stood straight-backed in her expensive business suit. Dark blue and finely cut. Donna Karan, by the looks of it. The very picture of a successful business woman, and she knew it. I could see the curve of her breasts, tightly bound inside her suit, cleavage visible between a chalk-white blouse.

Her eyes darted back and forth until they finally rested on me in the chair in the corner. I knew, however, that she wouldn't be able to make out who I was, due to the cleverly arranged shadows. She would only be able to see a man in a suit, legs crossed casually, glass of champagne catching slivers of light, but no face to recognise.

She, on the other hand, stood in the doorway in the light. Like a wounded lion on the wide-open savannah in the hunter's sights.

"Close the door."

Again, my voice betrayed my trepidation. Cool. Commanding. Stinking of authority.

Natalie did so with a kick of her high heel, the door thunking shut. She crossed her arms defiantly, not at all used to being at a disadvantage.

I let her sweat for a long moment as I studied her. Taking her all in. Her poise and grace, her relentlessly bitchy attitude, her icy demeanour. She was exactly the same as she was all through her teenage years. The haughty look in her eyes was one I knew all too well.

But now the tables were turned. I pressed the 'play' button on my remote control and the television zapped to life. In an instant, hot fucking images appeared on the large television screen and her eyes flashed over to it. She saw her own face and mouth swallowing an impossibly hard cock, her eyes flirting seductively and sleazily with the camera as she bobbed up and down on the shaft. Her spit moistening the cock as her head moved downward, taking the whole cock down her throat. Without blinking.

Natalie glanced back to me.

"Now what? Sucky sucky, fucky fucky? Is that what you want?" She started walking towards me.

"Stay there. Right there. Don't take initiatives. I'll let you know what to do and when to do it."

She stopped in her tracks and I continued. My voice low and deeper than normal, in an attempt to disguise my voice as best I could.

"You see, perhaps I am a dirty old man, as you yourself wrote in an email. Perhaps all I want is to fuck a little mpeg fuckslut. Maybe it's the only thrill I'll experience in my sad life. Perhaps. Whatever the case, please just do as you are instructed, without bitching or complaining or attempting to gain an upper hand. Let it flow. And let me remind you that in the event that I don't make it home by one in the morning, my computer is programmed to send mpegs of your fuckstar career out to your entire company and client list."

'Yeah, yeah, so you said..." Her irritation was hardly disguised, but nor was her resignation.

"And, if you fail to cooperate while you're here, I have merely to press a button and the same thing will happen."

She nodded. The TV screen flickered as the image changed to another fucking event in which Natalie was riding a long, hard cock on a bed. She glanced over and watched it.

"Do you enjoy watching yourself?"

She shrugged. Her eyes remaining on the screen, where she frantically, desperately slammed her hot cunt down onto the man's cock as though trying to get every ample inch inside of her. Her tits bouncing wildly, her head rolling in ecstatic circles.

I watched her watching herself. She didn't budge, but her eyes narrowed and, even more revealingly, her mouth opened ever so slightly. I saw a glimpse of her tongue dart out to moisten her lower lip. Was she enjoying watching blasts from her past?

"Most enjoyable viewing, isn't it?"

All could she do was shrug.

"When was the last time you've seen your fuckstar films? I mean, before I made your acquaintance?"

She turned to face me.

"Oh, I get it. You're one of those pathetic fuck who pays for a hooker and then just "talks" to her... 'cause you're incapable of getting it up..." She followed that with a sneering little snort.

"Hardly, Natalie. It's just that it fascinates me so. You obviously enjoy it."

She turned back to the screen.

'I watch them once in awhile...'

'I'll bet you do... Now. Please go over to the bed, with your back to me."

Showtime.

She snapped out of it and was about to fire off a flippant bitch remark, but thought better of it. She walked arrogantly over to the bed. The roundness of her ass was very apparent in her business suit. On screen, her ass was bare and in the process of being spread wide open by the long cock. I turned up the sound so that Natalie could hear herself moaning like the cockslut she was and always will be.

"The little briefcase on the bed. It contains something we'll be using today. As mentioned, I'll require your complete cooperation. Open it."

Natalie bent over and opened the black briefcase on the bed. The only item inside was a big, black buttplug.

"Pick it up."

I heard her 'tsk' but she did it, taking the buttplug in one hand, holding it tightly, as though testing it's girth.

I stood up for the first time in ages and straightened my suit. I was acutely aware of my erection that telted my trousers. Even though I'd had a constantly hard cock for the past week since it all began, there was no doubt that my cock was harder than it had been for years. So hard it hurt. I hadn't even jacked it for three days in anticipation for this event. And now, Natalie was in the room. My daughter. My mpeg fuckslut. All in one.

I was going to savour this, even if it meant my cock would explode.

She sensed that I had moved and was about to turn around but I stopped her.

"Face forwards. At all times. Watch yourself fucking, fuckstar."

She turned back, still holding the buttplug. I walked slowly over to her. Taking in her curves, glancing occasionally over at the action unfolding on the screen. Right now Natalie was thrusting her ass backwards onto the cock, trying to get more and more of it up her tight ass, her arms supporting themselves on the wall. Her desperate grunting and squealing filled the room; "Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass with your big cock, baby... fuck it, fuck it, fuck it...."

"Fuck it, fuck it fuck it..." I repeated in a harsh whisper. I was now right behind her and she stiffened when she realised it. I heard her breath catch in her throat. I smiled to myself when I heard that she was panting ever so slightly.

"Once a fuckstar, always a fuckstar..."

I reached around her torso and started unbuttoning her business suit. Her body tensed even more and, for a moment, I was sure she would resist. Turn and strike or kick me, but no. She didn't budge.

I slid the jacket off her shoulders and tossed it aside, returning my arms to her chest and proceeding to unbutton her blouse. My hands were pressed firmly against her breasts as I freed them from the constrains of the expensive blouse. I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra and I could most certainly feel her breasts rise and fall as her breathing increased in tempo.

Her blouse fell away and my hands were quick to seek out her tits. I restrained a gasp of my own as my hands cupped them. They were impossibly firm and taut, full and round.

"Cumshot..." I whispered in her ear.

Because on screen the long, throbbing cock pulled out of her ass and a hand gripped it tightly. The man groaned through clenched teeth; "Come on, baby, taste my hot cum..." to which Natalie replied by spinning deftly around onto her hands and knees to receive.

His hand entwined itself in her blonde locks, held her firm, while his other hand gripped his cock and aimed it at her waiting tongue. She panted like a dog in heat, eyes wild, as his hot seed began pumping crazily out of his cock, shooting far down her throat.

I was still cupping her tits and when I found her rock-hard nipples and starting rolling them roughly between my fingers, she involuntarily groaned from deep within her belly.

We both watched as Natalie, on screen, took every drop of cum into her mouth and swallowed hungrily before grabbing his cock and sucking it into her mouth so as not to miss a bit. The man reached down and scooped up some of his cum dripping on her chin and she frantically sucked his fingers clean, panting all the while.

I gave her nipples a hard pinch that made her body twitch and a grunt escape her lips. When my hands fell away, she thrust out her tits, seeking more contact, squealing inaudibly when realising they were gone.

"Impressive performance. Not one of your best, but impressive."

"Fuck you..." Two breathy words, less defiant now.

"Exactly..."

With one easy, deft movement, I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips, letting it fall into a puddle around her feet. She was now naked expect for her heels and black silk stockings - need I say the latter were the kind that needed no garter belt? They were exquisite, clinging to her muscular thighs. My cock twitched in my trousers and I had to readjust it. Feeling my hand on my hard meat sent jolts to my dick. But not yet. Not this soon.

"Good girl. No panties, as requested."

I stepped back to take it all in. Natalie was a fantastically beautiful woman. The thought struck me, suddenly and shockingly, this was my own flesh and blood. I created this.

I swallowed hard for a moment before regaining my composure. I had created this body. This body was mine. To do with what I pleased.

The film ended on the TV and the next one toned up.

"Ah, this is one of my favourites, Natalie. Remember this one?"

She shrugged non-chalantly, but I could see she was watching the screen intently.

I stepped up behind once again, placing my hands on her slender waist, feeling her hip bones against my fingers. So slim, so fit. So perfect.

"Tell me about this one. You remember it. How could you forget?"

She was reluctant to play along. My hands slid around her waist to rest on her stomach, just above her pubic mound. I felt how silky smooth she was. She must have shaved her slick cunt before coming. Good girl. She swallowed hard as my hands moved into place, anticipating their further progress down, down, down, towards her cunt lips and fuckhole. But I didn't move them.

"Tell me about it..."

She sensed that she would be rewarded if she cooperated and played along. Her eagerness for my touch was, I know, selfish, but it was an added bonus for me.

"I fuck and suck, like in all the others..."

"Yes. You do. But this one has an added element. Tell me..."

On the screen Natalie was dressed in a light summer dress, with her long blonde hair tied into two pigtails. The very picture of innocence. She sat on a sofa in a house and was in the process of sucking a big dildo, wetting it with her saliva and then letting it slip down between her legs, spread wide on the sofa. She rubbed it against her fuckhole and slick, shaved cuntlips, gingerly inserting in her hole.

"This is the one where my... daddy comes home and catches me playing with mother's dildo..."

"Bravo. Exactly. Old memories die hard. And look... here comes Daddy..."

Sure enough, 'daddy' comes home in the film and catches his little girl fucking herself deep and hard with the dildo. He feigns shock and disgust and, being a porn film, turns the tables to his advantage.

"I suppose you're one of those sick fucks who gets off on these stories..." Her voice was sharp and bitter.

"Just like you're one of those sick fucks who perform one of these stories... It's one of your favourite themes. I know. I've seen all your fuckstar films... Oh, look, now it's getting good..."

Natalie drops to her knees for daddy and, after he reassures her he won't tell mother, she starts to inhale his hard cock like a good little girl.

My hands slid down and squeezed her on the inside of her thighs, precariously close to her cunt. Her hips thrust ever so slightly outwards, as though seeking my hands, urging them to touch her between the legs.

"Not yet. Bend over." In a flash my hands disappeared and I grabbed the buttplug still in her hand, and bent her over at the waist. A little rough. A little insistent. She was caught off guard and her hands flew out to break the fall. She was now prone in front of me.

Like a cop making an arrest, I used my foot to spread her legs until they were spread wide. I could hear my own breathing switch to quiet panting now and I struggled to keep my cool.

I held her tight, hard ass with one hand and held the buttplug with the other one.

On screen, daddy had spun his babygirl around, in the same position as Natalie on the bed and he was holding the dildo like I was holding the buttplug.

In unison, us two daddies started inserting our toys into the two Natalies wet little cunts. My Natalie was watching herself on screen and, by the subtle rotating of her hips, I could tell she was getting into it.

When the tip of the buttplug made contact with her lips, which were, to my satisfaction, shiny with her cuntjuice, she shuddered. I didn't feel the need to tease or fuck around. I started rotating the buttplug inwards, deeper inside her cunt, getting it wet, holding her firmly with the other hand. Daddy on screen was doing the same with the dildo.

When it was sufficiently wet, I withdrew it suddenly and Natalie's ass bucked backwards and she groaned in disappointment.

"There, there, babygirl. It's coming back..."

I spread her asscheeks and aimed the tip at her puckered shithole. Grinding the buttplug against it, forcing the plug inside. A little roughly, but my desires were getting the better of me.

"Yes, daddy... yes..." Natalie on screen was getting into her role. Natalie on the bed mumbled something I couldn't make out.

"What did you say?", I asked, still forcing the buttplug into her ass, watching her muscles pushing outwards, trying to accommodate it like a pro.

"Yes, daddy... yes...", she said, a little louder. She was repeating her lines on screen.

"Good girl. Living the role. I like that." I spoke through clenched teeth. The plan was going well but I was victim to my own urgent desires.

Just as her asshole spread to the limit, the plug slid in to the hilt and disappeared, leaving only the base visible. I flicked it hard and she twitched and uttered a little squeal.

"Once a fuckstar, always a fuckstar... Say it..."

"Once a fuckstar, always a fuckstar..." Her words were low and spoken in-between short, sharp gasps.

My hand fumbled at my fly as I still held her firm, trying to control her rotating ass in place. She was getting worked up, as was I.

Not soon enough, my cock was freed from it's confines and it sprung rigidly out of my trousers, twitching, throbbing, pulsing with desire.

I think I kind of just stared at it for what felt like an eternity. It twitched wildly, only inches from Natalie's splayed cunt, crowned with a nasty buttplug filling her ass to the limit. This was a fuckstar, a fuckslut, but this was my daughter. The point of no return was upon me. Any doubts I had lasted only for seconds. This was my time. This was my revenge for the way she had treated me. That hole - wet, hot, willing - that was my hole.

I grabbed my cock firmly and rubbed the head without ceremony against her slit. Daddy on screen was doing the same. We were both ready to fuck our daughter.

"Do it!"... Both Natalies said it simultaneously.

I thrust hard with my hips, slamming my cock inside my daughter's fuckhole, groaning through my teeth. I grabbed her thin hips and held her in place, revelling in the sensation that swept over me. It had been so fucking long since my cock had slid inside the silky heaven of a cunt and this cunt, my daughter's cunt, was silkier than any other. I froze like that, my daughter impaled on my cock. On screen, daddy was getting ahead of the game, starting to fuck his baby with long, steady strokes.

I just remained there, buried inside my daughter's cunt, unable to breathe, unable to do anything apart from let the glorious sensations wash over me. Until Natalie started to rock back and forth, egging me on. Ready to fuck. Pushing backwards onto my dick, urging it to start those all too familiar fucking motions.

Her cunt sucked hungrily, tightly, sloppily at my cock. It took all my self-control to do what I did next. I pulled out swiftly and entirely, leaving her greasy cunt lips splayed open, gaping in the absence of cockmeat. She voiced her violent disapproval and disappointment by squealing loudly, followed by sharp grunts as she pushed her ass backwards, her cunt searching for my cock.

"Fuck you... fuck me, now... come on, come on, come on..."

That was all I wanted to do. But not like this. It had to be just right. My mouth was open, saliva sloshed on my tongue. My eyes were wild with desire. But now she had to know.

I grabbed her hips roughly and flipped her over onto her back on the bed. In the same, fluent motion, I grabbed her ankles tightly, now dangling upwards in the air, and spread her legs. My cock needed no assistance as my hips thrust forwards and my cockhead penetrated her fuckhole, slamming in as deep as you like. Natalie was taken aback by the sudden shift. She was torn between keeping her eyes on her fuckstar self on the screen, where daddy was now fucking his babygirl harder than ever, and looking up at this man who was blackmailing her with mpeg fuckflicks from her sordid past.

In the brief gap of time between her decision of where to look, I had started fucking her cunt hard. My hips pumping wildly, projecting my cock in and out at a rapid tempo. Her cunt sucking at it with every thrust. Her greasy juices soaking into my Hugo Boss trousers.

I stared at her, waiting for it. Waiting for the moment. On screen, Natalie was yelling, "Yes, daddy! Fuck me with your cock, daddy! Fuck, yes!!!..."

I remember it in slow motion, despite my fucking, despite my desire, despite my thirst for revenge... Natalie's head turned away from the screen, hair falling into her eyes, her hand reaching up to brush it away, her hips obediently responding to my thrusts, her tits jiggling just right... and her eyes focusing on mine.