Thread: Popped and Punished! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

Miley Cyprus sold sex to little girls. Technically, she got in front of a stage and sang utterly forgettable songs to audiences of screaming preteen girls who didn't know any better. She was one of several, most coming from Disney's stables. Perfectly groomed, just pretty enough to be interesting, they would parade in front of the stage and proclaim their innocence and virginity to all. Then they would sing tantalizing songs about love and affection, the type that hinted at but never touched upon a greater reality. More importantly, they would wear clothing that was just revealing enough to qualify. Miley herself would wear skintight pants, crop-tops, sometimes even little more than a bra covering her developing chest. Things had only increased as she'd gotten older. You need to provide their fantasies, move for them, make them want what they can't have. There's a growing audience of men out there, Miley, men who want girls like you. Make them want you more. The outfits had gotten tighter, more revealing. The moves took on a decidedly more sexual bent pole twirls and hip thrusts, shimmies, even contortions on stage that would make grandmothers blush. Sell the sex to the people who watched ,but remain as innocent as possible. The stress was killer, and Miley had ended up being one of the ones that broke. She honestly didn't know how the ones that supposedly stayed sane did so she suspected sex without telling. She herself spent several hours a week with her hands getting familiar with her nether regions, not to mention a time or two with vibrating toys. Heavy petting and kissing were allowed, and Miley took advantage, sometimes even taking boys backstage. Yet someone always stopped things before they got to be too much. Miley wanted more. She wanted someone to throw her down and ravage her. Plunge something, preferably a big, hard cock, into her pretty little sex and make that platinum selling voice cry out for joy. She was already considering going further with the teasing, perhaps using her developing body to get some better deals or more gigs. She was going to sell sex anyway, she might as well get as much out of the deal as she could manage. Then the birthday treat. It didn't surprise Miley too much that her dad would want to pull her away from everything. He'd been one of the bigger cock blocks, for some reason. She'd flirt, she'd tease, and half the time, her father would be looming there, scaring off boys. Miley had to admit, they had a lot to be afraid of her good looks had likely come from dad as much as mom. Still, it only added to her frustration. They were away now, nearly isolated from people, which struck Miley as a little strange. It also forced her overactive, undersexed imagination to start casting the only available man in her fantasies. Yet she sincerely doubted that her dad would do anything of the like. It was taboo. Too taboo. So more sessions with vibrating bits of plastic and hands were in store, nearly painful ones sometimes. Currently though, Miley was simply relaxing. A bikini top covered those perky little breasts, seeming to push them up and add unnecessary support to the cute orbs. A pair of loose, terry cloth shorts covered a matching bikini both jet black. Add on a pair of loose sandals, and you had Miley Cyprus's complete outfit, at least what she was wearing when her father arrived. Uh, sure, I guess, she said, rising up from a couch and tucking back a reddish brown curl. What did you have in mind? More dance lessons or something? He looked almost deliciously hot right now, with his bared chest and shorts. Why hadn't he gotten a girlfriend lately? Miley needed to find someone, at this point, just about anyone would be good. Would certainly stop her own eyes from roaming.