Americas Sweetheart 3

'Are you OK?'

'Yes. It was a little bit scary.'

The guy ripped open her blouse, forced her to kneel, squeezed her mouth open, and put his cock deep in her mouth. It happened so fast.

'Yeah, that was pretty cool how you grabbed his balls. That dropped him to the ground. Gave the security team time to get to him.'

The pro that she is, Katy clasped her blouse together and picked up the song right where she stopped.

The crowd loved it. Rita shook her head in admiration.

'His thing was big.'

'Saw that.'

'It was big and hard. I liked it. I could have deep-throated it.'

'As big as me?'

'Uncle Buck, no one is as big as you.'

It was all over social media, the photos of his big cock in her mouth, her hand grabbing his balls, the guy in the fetal position screaming in pain, and security dragging him off the stage as he was unable to stand.

Those photos will be taken down, but the story is out, America's Sweetheart looking like she was sucking cock on stage. Some people claim someone arranged it as a stunt to draw more attention to her and arouse new male fans.

Those people were right. That person, me, will arrange bail for him after the concert. Grabbing his balls was not anticipated. I am sure he will want more money. I hope he is OK. I might need him later.

I knew she would love it. She loves sucking my cock. New meat for her mouth.

I got hard thinking about watching her take that big cock in her mouth.

Concert over, we are alone for a moment. It's been a while.

'Get up on the table, pull down your panties.'

'But Uncle Buck, Mom and Aunt Rita are right outside the door!'

'That's fine. It makes it more fun knowing they might walk in on us.'

She managed to drop her panties to the tops of her cowboy boots.

I pushed her legs apart as far as I could, but her panties limited them.

This wouldn't work, so I tore her panties apart, spread her legs wide, and moved in, resting my cock on her 21-year-old pussy, right between the tulip lips.

Her breasts were out from the ripped blouse. There was no time to mess with them, though.

This would be all about me. There was no time to satisfy Katy.

'Should we be doing this now? Aunt Rita told me to join her for the encores. Probably because of the big cock, the guy attack.'

She was still thinking about his cock in her mouth. She is incorrigible. America's Sweetheart. Yeah right.

'This won't take long. It has been too long since our last time, Katy.'

She is so fucking tight, if I let my mind go, I cum pretty quickly. I needed the release. I don't get any from Rita, so it's Katy. My fuckbuddy niece.

In slow and deep. Then fast and deep, pelvis pounding pelvis.

I went in and out a couple of times, and I was ready to explode.

So tight! So exciting!

She looked at her Apple Watch.

'Shit! Aunt Rita asked where am I? I need to join her right now. Don't cum in me. I won't have time to clean up.'

I pulled out and helped her kneel in front of me.

'Open up, Katy.'

Just like on the stage.

I shoved my cock deep in her mouth. I stroked it a few times and shot my first spurt.

She closed down around the head and took over the stroking. Stream after stream, filling her mouth. Some of the cum leaked out onto her ripped, sequined blouse.

I had to hold onto the table as my knees went weak while I orgasmed.

She stroked me empty. She opened her mouth to show me my load before swallowing.

She stood and ripped off what was left of her panties and handed them to me. She tried to remove the cum from the sequins, but it was a fruitless effort.

I put my wet cock in my pants and her panties in my pocket.

Just in time.

The door swung open.

That was too close, but that is what makes it exciting.

The crowd was shouting, 'Katy, Katy, Katy' like they used to do for Rita.

'Katy, let's go!'

She hurried out and followed Rita.

As they walked away, I heard Rita say, 'What were you doing in there?'

I didn't hear her reply. I need to know, as Rita will surely ask me about it.

Katy is going to her Dad's right after the concert to spend the weekend. I will call her, and hopefully, she can get some private time to explain what she told Rita.

Need to take care of my guy.

Just to be sure, I counted my cash. It should be enough to get him out of jail. I will make sure Katy doesn't press charges. I hope she didn't hurt him too badly.

***

I had to hold onto the headboard as his viscous thrusts knock me forward.

As usual, he grunted and groaned, signaling his need to cum. He has no staying power.

I had to say something this time.

'Daddy? Can't you hold on longer?'

'Baby, you are just too tight, I can't help myself.'

What could I do? I like the angle. I like it from behind. I feel submissive. I need more of him. He feels so good when he is deep inside me.

I kneel, leaning into and holding onto the headboard while he holds my hips steady for his hard thrusts.

I love it when he controls me that way. It's just that he cums way too soon, and I get nothing out of it.

'Oh baby, Daddy is ready.'

He sped up the thrusting, pushing me so hard my head hit the headboard. That one hurt.

'Fuck, I am cumming baby. Your tight pussy is making Daddy cum.'

Like it is my fault?

But...I like his wet warmth that fills my vagina. clenching his throbbing erection in rhythm with the ejaculations. Love it. Love Daddy.

After cumming, in a last-ditch effort to satisfy me, he grabs my tits, squeezing them, tweaking my nipples. Will you do anything for me now?

'Oh baby, Daddy loves you so much.'

Another sexual intercourse session without an orgasm for me. So frustrating. I need a partner that will focus on me. An orgasm for me. But who?

Uncle Buck said as soon as we get significant time together, he will drive me to a wild orgasm. I hope so. Been a while for me. I am ready.

Right now, America's Sweetheart is a dumping ground for my Dad and Uncle's cum loads.

If my fans only knew. If they only know how much I love it.

We moved downstairs to the living room.

We were alone in his pathetic apartment. Dishes piled in the sink, dust everywhere, dirty sheets, a bathtub with a layer of soap scum, and sticky page porn magazines all over the place. He still buys them. Still prefers them.

I feel so dirty in this place compared to Aunt Rita's mansion. Thank God she lets Mom and I live with her.

'Daddy, can we do something else this weekend? I mean, besides spending it in the bedroom?'

'Katy, if we go out, you will get recognized and swamped with fans and paparazzi. You don't want that, do you?'

'Not really, but I can disguise myself. Can we go to a movie or something ordinary like that?'

I knew in my heart he would pout. All he wants to do is fuck me.

Pouting I can handle, getting mad is tough.

Oh shit, I didn't think he would get mad, he did.

'That's the way you reward me for protecting you? It is time for another lesson. Go to the bedroom, you ungrateful, slutty, cock loving bitch.'

The last lesson -- tied to the bed all weekend, peeing in a cup, fed through a straw, shitting in a bed pan, fucked in every hole whenever he felt like it. Cum puddles accumulating beneath my sore pussy.

All weekend. Nothing but sex. For him.

I knew better than to disobey him. He could get physically violent.

Fuck, why did I do that? Why did I suggest doing something normal? Why did I suggest not fucking all weekend?

A lesson. This would be the second one. I remember it clearly. The rough anal sex, the brutal face fucking. The never-ending fucking. My vagina flooded with cum, a weekend's worth with no opportunity to clean myself.

Another lesson. Just what I need.

Strangely, I enjoy them. I felt so used and abused - love it!

Maybe subconsciously, I get in trouble just to get a lesson.

I am back on the road Monday with Aunt Rita.

I will be wiped out from the lesson, starving, dehydrated, and sore in so many places.

Oh well.

At least when we stayed in the apartment to fuck all weekend, we would get great meals delivered. But not now, not part of the lesson.

I sat on the bed, waiting for my fate. Even though I love it, I should get out of this fucked up situation, but how? This is not normal.

I started it. I seduced Dad on the day after my 18th birthday when Mom left us alone. I thought it was a good idea to start having sex with Dad. He is a hunk with a big cock. Damn exciting.

Now I just can't get enough sex. I am addicted to it. I discovered I like it rough.

Tonight, he is in control. I do worry about him being out of control.

I have to stop this merry-go-round.

If I do, he said he would tell Mom and Aunt Rita that I was an incestuous nymphomaniac who seduced him.

Guilty!

And... he would flood social media with tales and pornographic photos of the 'real me' destroying America's Sweetheart brand that has made me so successful.

Big problem for Uncle Buck's plans for me.

I heard his phone ring. An animated conversation ensued.

Please, whoever you are, don't make him madder. He will take it out on me.

His typical happy dance, run up the stairs, eager to start a lesson attitude replaced by slow, trudging steps.

'You are so fucking lucky. Your aunt pleaded with me to steal my weekend for a promotional shoot that has to happen this weekend.'

Dressing quickly, I didn't need to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He dressed but with no underwear.

'I will drive you, but you will give me a blowjob on the way.'

Works for me, I thought.

Better than my long lesson.

Thank you, Aunt Rita!!!

***

We met at one of a hundred bars that line up talent to perform as background music to the dating dance of drinks, talk, and gentle touching.

Rita was in line to perform before me that night. I was mesmerized. Her voice, her songwriting, her subtle sexiness enraptured me. I could watch her all night. I was in love.

She exited the stage after meager applause. She deserved more. Lots more, she is great.

I stammered as she walked past me.

'You were... you.. you... you were...'

She stopped, looked at me, and smiled.

'You were saying?'

I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'You were great!'

She said, 'Thank you,' and moved past me.

I had no desire to perform after that encounter.

I needed, yes, needed to get to know her. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month. Now, it had to be now.

I told the slutty owner, who was the announcer, bartender, and talent coordinator, I was not performing.

She chewed on her gum, looked at me, scratched me off the list, and walked down the hall to get the next in line.

I ran after the mesmerizing woman out the back door, just in time to watch her enter a car and drive away.

Fuck!!

I ran back to the gum-chewing, slutty, tatted girl running the show.

'Excuse me.'

She looked non-plussed.

'The last performer, what is her name? Do you have a number for her, an address, an email, something?'

'Dude, we have privacy rules.'

I turned away, totally dejected.

With a hand on my shoulder, I turned back.

'You got something to trade?'

She was looking at my crotch.

'I do.'

'Mitzi, take over.'

An overweight older woman took the clipboard.

Gum chewer said, 'Follow me. You better be good.'

***

I have to admit I was having fun. I got my info, but it was 2 AM by the time she gave it to me. My cock was sore. We only stopped because she had to close the bar.

I tried calling anyway. Rita was her name. She answered right away.

'Hello.'

'Hi, I am the guy in the hall.'

'OK.'

'I was impressed with your set, and I just needed to tell you that.'

That sounded so stupid.

'Yeah, you were having trouble talking, so thank you for the compliment. Anything else?'

Oh god, oh god, what to say.

I blurted out, 'I would like to see you.'

She said, 'So, are you a songwriter?'

I replied meekly, 'Kind of...'

'Is this a good cell number?'

'What? Oh, yeah.'

The text came to me with an address.

'I am working on a song and am stumped. Maybe you can help.'

We were inseparable after that night. We married within three months.

I began helping her write but soon brought in better talent.

We put my business degrees to use. I took over managing her career.

A great team was born. A star was born. First of two stars.

***

I yearn for those early years. We were so much in love. The couple every talk show needed to interview. Her success led to separate lives.

I worked all the concert venue deals and managed the transport of the ever-growing, sophisticated, high-tech, multi-million-dollar stages. We had three of them that leapfrogged ahead of all the planned cities for the US, the same number for Europe, Asia, and South America. She was a worldwide celebrity.

She performed and was great. The fans loved her.

The money poured in. Ticket sales beyond belief.

The only time we saw each other was at the award shows. We would meet at the start of the red carpet, traversing it as the couple everyone loved.

Until...

Competition sprung up, younger competition. She suddenly looked old, like overnight.

We engaged younger upcoming talent to join her on the tours as an experiment. They all failed.

Then... my sister-in-law came to the rescue.

The musical talent gene skipped Brandi, Rita's twin. She graduated from Harvard Law, second in her class, and was immediately offered jobs from all the prestigious firms. Instead, she became our attorney.

Brandi's daughter Katy did get the musical gene.

***

It was in between the promotional shoots. I sidled up to Katy.

'What did you tell Aunt Rita?'

'Well, I told her we fucked for a while until she texted me, so you dumped your cum load in my mouth instead.'

'You did not!'

'Gotcha' ya!'

'I told her I was upset about the 'incident' and that you consoled me.'

'That was it?'

'She was good with that. We were at the stage by then. It was so loud, we couldn't talk.'

'Can I sit in on the next interview? You know, to see how our plan works?'

'Sure.'

It was the national TV host personalities. All glammed up. More cameras, brighter lights.

Rita and Katy looked awesome. Bright stars that light up Nashville. Katy's popularity drove even more interest in country music.

Like it needed it?

'Katy, how do you explain your popularity?' the incredibly handsome host asked.

'Well, sir, it was a team effort to get me here. My Uncle Buck and Aunt Rita guided me. They insisted that I start like my Aunt Rita, playing in dive bars, birthday parties, graduations, senior facilities, talent shows, basically anything to hone my performing skills. They made sure nothing was just handed to me.'

'Were you old enough to be in the bars?'

'No sir, I needed an adult to be with me. Usually, Uncle Buck was there for me. He always took care of me, still takes care of my every needs.'

She gave me a knowing smile. She takes care of me, too.

A subtle acknowledgement of our affair. No one will notice.

'Didn't you write too?'

'Yes sir, I did. At first, they were for my act. Then, I wrote a song for Aunt Rita.'

'Don't be so modest, that was your first number one - 'Mommy and Daddy Love Me.'

'Yes, sir, that is correct.'

'Was that significant in that they were divorced when you wrote it?'

'No sir, I wrote it before they divorced. It was released after the divorce.

'Now you have recorded twelve number ones, why don't you headline your own tour?'

'Well, sir, I enjoy performing with my Aunt.'

At this point, they reached out to hold hands, then Rita kissed her hand, It was very touching. Katy was saving her career.

Truth be known, Katy was itching to headline her own tour. She knew she was propping up Rita. When the time was right, she would dump her. She put me in an uncomfortable position to manage her tours. She argues that I already manage her, and when Rita tanks, I will need something to do.

Hard to argue with that. Plus, she promised we would continue our affair. Nice bonus.

'Katy, as America's Sweetheart, it was disturbing to see what happened in the concert last night. Are you OK?'

'Thank you, sir, for asking. I... I...'

She started crying.

It was fake; she is a great actress.

I was working on getting her a movie, a documentary on her short life. Netflix, Amazon, and Apple were bidding on it. I was holding out for more money. She will do well in an acting career.

'Katy, I am sorry, I shouldn't have gone there.'

Someone handed her tissues. She dabbed her eyes.

'No sir, it is OK. I need to talk about it.'

Everyone waited, she milked the situation like an Oscar-winning actor.

'You see, sir, I have never had a boyfriend, I have never had sex with anyone. To be put in that situation was shocking. It will take a while to get over that. I hope someday I will.'

A pause for effect, she is so good.

'I am sure some girls would have enjoyed that. Maybe someday I will, too.'

Perfect! Enticing enough to arouse young guys to start following her. Hoping, fantaizing, it will be their cock in America's Sweetheart's mouth.

The host looked shocked but interested. He was a highly influential, notorious ladies' man bedding down most of the talent he interviewed. Especially those looking for a boost to their careers. Like Rita, like Katy.

I get aroused again thinking of my cock back in Katy's mouth, and pretty sure the host was thinking the same. I'd be fine with Katy and Rita hooking up with him for their careers. It's just business.

All this is a great setup for the 'naughty little girl' state of her brand I have planned for her.

Then he threw Rita a bone. Although he probably had another bone in mind to give Rita.

'Rita, you are selling out huge stadiums. You have 24 platinum albums, what can you do to beat that?'

'Keep on doing what we have been doing.'

Rita's answer was disappointing. That was it, no more from Rita, no more from the host. I should have coached her to at least get another question.

'Well, thanks Rita and America's Sweetheart Katy for joining us today. We wish you continued success.'

The director called cut. Of course, they will edit it. Most likely dropping Rita's 'melba toast' reply.

We were told all the network nightly news shows would cover the incident and now splice in the crying from the interview. More good stuff to build her brand. All part of my plan.

Katy was done for the day. Rita was heading to LA for a discussion about a sitcom I arranged.

It was just Katy and I for at least three days and nights.

'Fake tears were awesome.'

'Of course,' she said.

'Shall we go home?'

'Yes, but this is all about me tonight. Right? It's time you took care of me.'

'Yes, master. I will do whatever you need me to do for you.'

'Now we are talking.'

***

At home, at the mansion.

'Your bedroom?' I asked.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We had the place to ourselves. Brandi traveled with Rita to LA to negotiate the deal, if there was one to be done. There will be one. I had already cut the deal. I wanted Brandi out of the house.

The sitcom will start shooting in a month.

Katy will be all mine, all the time. She can move into my bedroom.

We sat on the edge of the bed.

I undid the buttons on her blouse, pushing it back behind her shoulders. Surprise! She was wearing a bra. I reached under the back of her blouse, found the clasps, and squeezed them together before flicking them up and undoing them.

The front of her bra loosened up, letting her breasts drop down.

I peeled the blouse down and off before lifting her bra straps down across her arms.

I gently cupped them her perfectly round, firm, and full breasts, placing my thumbs on her nipples to pressure them and roll my thumbs around them.