Born Beautiful

Things were going well, I did a couple of big movies and for the academy awards I was asked to be a presenter. It was an awesome night for me. Looking out over at a dozen studio executives whom I have had sex with and young stud actors who were dying to have sex with me. I felt truly wanted and part of Hollywood.

Vida had told me about a great script called Losing Translations. The lead actor Murray Williams was already cast and I heard I was up for the lead. Ian called me and told me that the director and producers had already chosen another actress, Scarlett Johnson as the lead.

I was pissed and called Ian to pick me up at the house. I had him drive me out with my black wig and disguise and found myself to older men and had a threesome. It was my first time with two men. Sucking one while be fucked from behind, I felt like a conquering warrior. I left them panting and passed out.

Ian waited outside the hotel for me and we didn't say a word the entire time back to my house. Halfway back to my house I told him to pull over to the side of the road. I had an urge to brag about my night. I told him that I was with two men at the same time. All the while I told him the details I unzipped his pants, took out his cock and tongued the tip of his cock and sucked it into my mouth. He didn't say a word or put up any resistance, he leaned back in the BMW enjoyed my sucking.

As I sucked my brother's cock I thought how easy it was to subvert his morals just for some sexual release. I felt his hand reach around my back and fondle my tit, the fact he so desired me made me suck him intensely and soon his sperm filled my mouth. I reached for a tissue to dab my mouth and Ian wordlessly zipped himself up and put the car back on the road toward my house. Not a word was spoken between us the way back, which didn't bother me. I just lay back in the seat with a smile on my face.

Several months later Scarlett Johnson was nominated for the academy award for her role in Losing Translations. The role that should have been mine! That was bad. I was upset. Okay, that is an understatement, I went into a rampage a broke a few things in the house. Vida had to hold me down. But that was nothing compared to how I felt when I found out that Ian was Scarlett's agent and he got her the part. She fucked him and Ian got her the part. He could have had me, hell he had me and he still gave the part to her. Obviously he did it to spite me. Now I was sorry I let him fuck me and to think I gave him a blow job.

At first I headed toward my car to go over to his condo and wreck his place instead of mine. But then that would only be temporary satisfaction. No, instead I called my lawyer and bought out the rest of Starboe Talent. At the Golden Globes I saw him at the red carpet and gave him a great big kiss on the lips. I whispered to him that he was fired.

The next day it was all over the tabloids and the internet. Everyone was speculating that we were incestuous. Naturally we both denied the rumors. But I thought it was really funny. I told Entertainment Hollywood that it was because he was pushing for me to do a reality TV show based on my marriage with Vida and it became a point of contention.

My mom was angry with me that I fired Ian, but when I placed her in charge of the agency, she softened up. She finally told Ian it was time for him to strike out on his own and stop hanging on to my coat tails. When I heard that, I couldn't stop laughing.

Vida was annoyed with me as well. He didn't like the way I treated Ian. He didn't like the way I disappeared several nights a week. He didn't like the infrequent times we had sex. But I think the final straw was that he wanted to direct me in my next film.

The producers were dying to have me and they were negotiating with Vida. Vida then agreed to have me do the film if he could direct it. They offered him the title of executive producer. Everyone knows that the executive producer title means either you put up most of the money for the film, screwing the actress or both. Vida had been the executive producer on my last film, having fulfilled both those obligations. Eventually the producers agreed, I however refused to have him fuck up the film. We fought and I kicked him out of the house.

A month later we divorced. It was major Hollywood news. I needed a movie to get away from it all and took a stupid film based on a video game or comic of some kind. It wasn't Oscar material but it was being filmed in Hungary which was far enough away from California. I continued my "black wig ways" which should have been a lot easier in Hungary but the paparazzi was all over trying to find out what I was up to.

Surprisingly to me the film was a huge blockbuster. Although not critically acclaimed, the role made me the major star in Hollywood. It was then I realized that as a divorced woman and star I no longer needed to worry about my reputation that much.

I hit the nightlife and went out with all the stars that have been after me for years. I went out with Lenard Decaprizo, Juke Law, Mike Damiens and Josh Laketimbers. I made the front page of every tabloid for months and soon learned to embrace the paparazzi.

The tabloids thought I was out of control with my nightly partying.

One night hotel heiress Rome Marriot and fellow actress Linda Highhan and I went out partying. Every paparazzi in a 200 mile radius must have followed us from bar to bar. I have met these girls before at parties at Benny Aflets house and some other events. Everything I heard about them was true. Rome was such a slut; I actually watched her give the waiter a blow job at our table for a tip. Linda was no nun either, every place we went she would grab some guy off the dance floor and bring him to some out of the way corner and fuck him in the shadows. Somewhere along the way she lost her panties and naturally the shot of her getting out of the car made all the tabloids and internet.

One day my dad dropped in on me unexpected. He showed up in my Malibu home at nine in the evening. My housekeeper let him in while Rome and I were getting dressed for a party.

Ever the proper gentleman, my father rose from the couch as I came down the stairs. I can tell from the uncomfortable way he looked at me that he did not approve of my outfit for the evening. Rome followed me down the stairs as I gave my father a peck on the cheek.

"Oh dad, this is my friend Rome."

Rome sauntered over to my dad and gave him a hug. My father cleared his voice and made an uncomfortable cough. Rome twirled around and winked at me and whispered into my ear.

"You're dads hot. I'd like to fuck him."

I giggled. I looked at my father. He was wearing tight blue jeans and a white long sleeve shirt that was buttoned to his well built chest. He was still blushed from Rome's hug. My housekeeper brought us all a class of champagne and we toasted. My father took a seat across from both of us on the couch.

"So you two going to a costume party tonight?"

Rome and I giggled. I know Rome thought he was probably making a sly joke, but I knew my father was probably serious. All these years he has been naïve to the model and acting business. Perhaps his small town boyhood suppressed this wild lifestyle and that is why he devoted his life to just his work.

"No dad, we are going to a party tonight...this is what people wear."

Rome crossed her legs. With her tight short dress, I knew she was purposely giving my father a view that she was not wearing panties. My father's eyes drawn to Rome's shaved beaver quickly darted back to my eyes and his cheeks again filled with blush. Another class of champagne was poured and he gulped it down.

Rome was enjoying teasing him, crossing her legs, licking her lips, sucking on her finger tip. My father grunted and got up from the couch and faced the ocean.

"Jet, I came here to talk to you about all this nonsense in the papers. I don't like the implication that you have turned into some kind of...er....floozie."

Floozie? How many years ago did they use that word?

"Dad, do you mean slut?" I asked, barely able to control my giggling.

"Ever since your divorce, the papers are portraying you as some kind of ....sex fiend."

"Jet, I think your dad is calling you a slut. I guess he thinks I am one too? Do you daddy?"

Rome laughed as she called him daddy, and stood up blowing him a kiss. She walked out of the room, I thought to go to the bathroom. I must admit watching Rome blazingly teasing my dad was making me hot. I thought how easy it was for women like Rome and I to dominate men with our power. Looking at my father from behind, his broad shoulders and tight buns, I wondered if I had the power over him.

If I could dominate him like I controlled my brother and any other man I met.

I put my arms around him from behind and leaned my head on his shoulders.

"Dad, don't believe what the tabloids write. They sell papers by exaggerating the most simple things. Sure I am going through a phase now. I figured I was married too young, I led such a sheltered life, I never did much dating. So I am just dating a little."

I turned my dad around and held him at arms length.

"Honey, it's just that I worry..."

"Dad, no need. You know Ian looks out for me. Besides, in Hollywood this is what we do to schmooze and party so that we get the right scripts. Yeah, some of the parties are wild compared to your home town, but this is how business gets done here."

Rome walked up on us holding out a glass of champagne to my dad and I.

"She's right daddy." Rome giggled. "Here, let's have a toast to the rotten tabloids."

My father balked about having another glass but Rome insisted and he finished it in a few sips.

"You know what Jet? We should take daddy here with us tonight, to the party. We don't have any escorts, he would be perfect."

My father shook his head and blushed as Rome took her arm under his. At first I was shocked she would suggest such a thing. We were going to director Bret Ratkers house. His parties had the reputation of being one of turning into the wildest orgies in Hollywood. Rome looked at me pulling her chin up high and stared at me as if a dare. I knew what she was thinking. Did I have the power over any man, could I really be the queen or was I just a pretender. I smiled back.

"Dad, that is a wonderful idea, then you will see for yourself what goes on."

I stared at Rome back with a look that said, 'challenge accepted.'

You think I am a bitch.

Perhaps I am.

By now you understand me.

It is not my fault I was born beautiful.

The world I was brought into turned me this way. It is adapt or be trampled. You know I will never relinquish the power. It is all just a game to see how powerful I am.

As we left for the car Rome whispered to me that she had left to fetch the champagne and she spiked all three with ecstasy. I laughed, no she had made it too easy.

Bret Ratkers is a short, chubby, man in his forties. The fact that he is one of the most successful directors in Hollywood, makes him very attractive to wannabe actors and actresses. He also attracts the best script writers and producers because of this harem of starlets that hang out at his mansion 24/7. When Bret throws an "official" party, it is one of the biggest events. Reporters can't get within 1000 yards of his property and he hires tons of security. This allows the famous to come and do whatever they please, without out any fear there will be a hint of an allegation.

Anything goes at these parties, which usually turn into a huge orgy. I have seen the macho action hero playing with a young boy and cougar actresses that spend most of their time touting poor orphans in Africa being double teamed by young studs on the pool table.

The party was in full swing, anyone who is anyone in Hollywood was here, even my brother Ian. As I made the rounds, dad was in the care of Rome. She was making sure he had a refilled drink in his hand at all times. Ian came up to me demanding why I brought dad here. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a side hallway. I pushed him against the wall and leaned into his body.

"Brother dear. Don't you ever talk to me in that tone. You enjoy yourself, forget about dad."

I reached with my hand to stroke his cock.

"If you're a good boy, maybe later we can have some nasty brother sister fun."

He stood still and quiet as he let me stroke him through his pants. He closed his eyes and I kissed his chin and walked away, leaving him with a hard on. I love the power.

In the great room of the home, most of the guests were now either nude or in skimpy underwear. I noticed my dad in the corner, his jeans were at his ankles and Rome was riding his cock. I felt hands from behind grab my tits. It was Bret.

"Jet, I've been holding my first cum of the day for you. Why are you still dressed?'

I turned and kissed him and held his chubby cheeks in my hand.

"Now Bret darling, I find that very hard to believe, it's nearly midnight and you haven't cum yet?"

"Jet, it's two minutes passed midnight, so yes, it's a new day and I haven't cum yet today."

We laughed and he helped me out of my clothes. All I had on were my black silk crotch less pantyhose and a see through black silk bra. No doubt, everyman in mansion got an instant hard on when they saw my perfect body.

"We are playing a new game out by the pool, come with me."

Out of the pool were long buffet tables with white cloths. Most of the women were naked and laying back on the table with their pussies exposed at the edge. Men holding Dom Perigon champagne stood over their hanging head with their dicks in the women's mouths. I took my place near the center of the table. The Asian actor, Jonny Cheng, took his place behind me. I sucked on his dick as he poured the champagne into my pussy.

The rest of the men all lined up and each took a turn licking each of the pussies laid out before them. As one stopped, another took moved down and took his place. The champagne kept pouring into the pussies as the men lapped it up. I felt Jonny cum into my mouth.

I looked up my father was licking the actress Zelma Blare, who was lying next to me. This meant my father was next. I leaned my head back and felt the man licking me move to my left. A small rush of cool air and then I felt a warm tongue dancing around my clit. The champagne poured into my pussy. I lifted my head to look up and saw my father eating me out. For the first time in my life I felt like I was going to have an orgasm.

About eight men later I saw it was my brother's turn.

I leaned my head back, sucked another cock and finally all the men had their turn, licking all the females. Now it was the men's turn. The men laid on the table and the women formed a line. Champagne was poured by servers on each cock as women went from cock to cock. Bret was next to my father and as I sucked on his cock, my eyes locked on to my dad. The line shifted and stood before my father. He looked at me and shook his head mumbling no.

"It's only a game." I whispered, and grabbed his dick and sucked it into my mouth.

It was my turn to move on so I reluctantly let it out of my mouth and took the black dick next in line. After the last dick was sucked, Bret instructed everyone to jump into the pool to 'clean' up.

Everyone was horny and groping everyone. I swam over to my dad who looked puzzled in the shallow end. I put my arms around him.

"Having fun daddy?" I was now imitating Rome's voice.

"My head is spinning." He mumbled.

I held him closely, straddling his legs and stroking his hard cock.

"I love you daddy".

I kissed him and guided his dick into my pussy. At first it was all me doing the work, humping up and down on his dick. Soon he began thrusting into me. I leaned into his ear and whispered.

"What's it like to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world? What's it like to fuck your little girl daddy?"

He just groaned and fucked me harder. He kissed my nipples and grabbed the flesh of my ass as he pounded my pussy.

Then it happened. I realized my power was so great, not only could I seduce any man, I could seduce my own father into wantonly fucking his daughter in the middle of a party with hundreds of people. It was then I had my very first orgasm.

It was the combination of the power rush that sent my body over the limit.

I yelled a groan and scream, for the first time involuntarily. It was awesome. So much so, I nearly passed out. I felt dazed and realized that my dad was now cumming into my pussy. We rested in the corner of the shallow end of the pool. We finally caught our breaths and gingerly walked out of the pool.

I searched for my Versace dress, but settled for pair of baggy gap jeans and a T-shirt. Ian grabbed me by the elbow; he was naked with a hard on.

"Hey Jet....how about uh...."

I smiled and touched his cheek.

"Not tonight hon. Besides, we already sucked each other earlier on line, remember?"

I walked out of the mansion and grabbed one of the limos back to my house.

So that is my life.

If you don't hate me. Perhaps someday, I will tell you more. There is so much more to tell.

Love,

Jet