We found a secluded spot in the woods and dad told me to start to pose around a tree. I did as he told me and was thinking it was a lovely day. He told me to start to strip. I once again did everything he said and posed the same way as I done in my bedroom and Dads studio. It was not that comfortable on my hands and knees as I was hoping no one would go by. What would they think of me being very seductive in nature?

What would Mom say?

What would the priest say?

Dad told me to get naked. I looked at him and had a big question mark on my face. Dad simply asked how fast do I want to be famous? He told me I would be standing sideways to the camera so my pussy would not be seen. People would know I was naked but would not be allowed yet, as they had to see more sets of pictures. I did as Dad told me and I was naked. He told me to stand and look away from the camera. People could see my butt, but they could not see my pussy. Being naked in nature was both strange and gave me tickles. I could also hear Dads voice change to the voice he has when we play games.

I jumped when I heard a voice. It was a fat policeman asking what was going on.

I was never so embarrassed in my life. Why was there a policeman out in nature? I quickly put my panties on and ran over to my dad and hid behind him. I had tears coming down my eyes as he was looking around. He asked dad to see a driving license. This made me smile as I thought it would be strange for dad to get a ticket for speeding in the woods. The policeman saw me smile and asked my dad who I was and more importantly, why he was taking nude pictures of me. Dad explained that he was my dad and the pictures we a hobby. He looked at the policeman and asked was it now illegal to take nature pictures of one's daughter? The policeman thought they were erotic, and he arrested my dad. We were driven to the police station where I was told to sit on a sofa and they took dad away.

I was a bit confused, as Dad and Mr Gordon told me that men loved my body and wanted to have sex with me. Then why was dad keeping it a secret? Did this mean he would be sent to jail or would they send me to jail for making him want to play with me? I cried thinking I was too young to go to jail. Everyone would see the pictures and everyone would know what I let my dad do and others as well. I was crying loudly now as I was thinking everyone would call me a slut. Dad would be in jail, and I would never be famous.

This female officer came to where I was sitting. At the same time, I saw dad walk out with a policeman. They were taking him somewhere. I cried even more, thinking they were taking him to jail. The policewoman said I must miss my mom. This made me cry more as I did not want to see her now. She would think I was a slut and never love me again. The policewoman noticed I was just sitting in panties, and put a blanket over me. It was obvious, she felt sorry for me.

Ages went by and I was looking at people coming and going. Dad finally came out to me and sat down next to me. He whispered to me that everything was ok and we would be going home soon. He whispered that nothing would be done, and we would not be going to jail. There was one condition. I had to speak with the police chief. Dad whispered even lower that he was a fan of my model page and wanted to play with me. I was to do as he said.

I stood in his office with just panties and a blanket. The police chief was a fat man and he had swat pouring down his face. He said that he never thought that he would meet me in person, and said he loved famous girls. I wanted to ask him how I was famous because I never did anything in Hollywood. He took the blanket off me and said I was so sexy.  I knew what he wanted and I wanted to make him happy for saving my dad from jail. I asked him did he want me to suck him. He whispered that it was a dream he had ever since he jacked off to the first pictures he seen of me. I went on my knees and with some difficulty; I opened his trousers and let his cock come out. It was a small cock and it really did smell. I started licking the sides and then circled the top with my tongue. Then as I held his balls, I lowered my mouth on the cock. He was very happy as he started calling me a cocksucker and telling me that dad made me a whore.

I didn’t answer. I was now used to be called these names, and in a way, I was now a cocksucker and I liked making men happy if it would help me to get famous. His cock was now keeping my mouth company, and I could feel his precum come out and I swallowed that as much as possible. Just as I was getting into a routine, he pulled back and this made me look up at him with confused and pleading eyes. Did I not please him? He lifted me up and laid me back on his desk and told me I was the most beautiful child whore he ever was seen, and he was my luckiest fan. He took off my panties and buried his head in my pussy. I was smiling and closed my eyes swing my head left to right at the pleasures it gave me. I loved when people licked my pussy. I knew it made me far better than them. I spread my legs further apart and he soon said I was ready. He pushed his little cock in my pussy; I let out a little yelp and told him his cock was huge. It was not his fault his dick was so small, but it was my job to make him happy. It did not hurt me when I was fucked anymore, and I was beginning to like being fucked. I knew I was becoming a slut, if not already one. I looked at the policeman's face; he was enjoying fucking my pussy, so I smiled at him. I gave him a kiss when he put his baby juice in me.

When we got home, mom was mad and worried. She asked where we been. Dad explained he was taking pictures of me in the woods, and when I was changing my clothes when he was arrested because a policeman saw me nude while I was changing clothes. I looked at dad, as this was not exactly what happened, Mom just asked what a policeman was doing in the middle of nowhere. Then she said she needed a drink.

Dad was more careful when he took pictures. A few days later, we drove to the middle of nowhere. There was an old windmill. We must have been the only people to have seen it in 100 years. Mr Gordon was also there. He was on the lookout for anybody that may have found this place. Dad started taking pictures of me, and within no time, I was naked once again. It was a bit cool, so I was a bit cold. Still, I posed the way he told me to. He was telling Mr Gordon that my pussy cannot be seen on the pictures, just my chest. Dad said they were art.

On the way home, Dad continued his plans, saying it was the time I show nudes where everything could be seen. I would be spreading my legs and showing my pussy, so the whole world could see everything. Mr. Gordon, who was sitting beside me, told my dad the money is rolling in, as the website is very popular. The thing is the subscribers will want more and more. The problem is that more and more pictures are being shared on free forums and shared freely on the net. Mr Gordon already saw a few. Dad nodded his head and said he also saw some.

Mr Gordon did have some good news. He told dad while he took his black cock out and pushed my head down to it. I didn’t say anything or even complain. I opened my mouth and let his cock go in. While I was being a cocksucker, he continued his business talk. He told Dad that a film company director saw pictures of me, and invited me to a party. He told Dad that compared to a few weeks ago; I was now a submissive slut than could be whored out. I was ready.

Dad agreed.

Mr Gordon moaned as I sucked his cock. It was now huge in my mouth and my jaws were beginning to hurt, so I used my tongue a lot, caressing his dick with it. He told my dad that despite that I was now a slut; my dad should keep my image of any eight years old. This meant not to dress me as a slut, but dress me like an innocent girl. It would make me more special. He did not have time to tell me more, as he started cumming in my mouth.

I was tired when we got home, however, the priest was there waiting for me. We went into my room where he could speak to me. He asked if I liked being a model. I said it was lots of work and sometimes hard, but I was becoming famous. I told him Mr. Gordan said that I am famous already. The priest smiled and then asked me did I think I was being used? I got a bit mad at him and said I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be more famous. I wanted everyone to know who I am. I boasted and said I was invited to a Hollywood party. The priest said that is a big step, but he warned me to remember to be a child of God. If I was to be famous, I had to be a role model for other girls. I had to show them that beauty was on the inside. I had to show them that talent is the only way to be famous and not letting people use my body. I asked him if I would have won the pageant if I didn’t have sex with the judge. I wanted to ask him if I would be invited to a Hollywood party if I wasn’t nude or wear panties. This was a secret, so I left that part out. He told me that mom gave my body to the judge, and she has repented since. He left after blessing me.

I didn’t like the priest.

A few days later, it was time to go the party. Mom was helping me get dressed. I wore a gown dress that was blue and had some shiny glass diamonds on it. She fixed my hair, so it was gathered on top of my head. I looked in the mirror and smiled as I looked like a princess. Mom told me she knew I wanted to be famous, and she felt like it was her fault for putting that ambition in my head. She told me she is proud of me and she would always love me. We hugged each other for a long time.

Dad said he would drive me. Mom was a bit mad at this saying she could drive. She told dad that he never noticed me before, but now because I was a model and invited to a party, I was the centre of his life. Mom asked Dad if he loved me as a daughter or does he love me as someone who could be famous? Why did he never spend time with my brother? I smiled imagining Kieran sucking a cock, but mom was right… Dad never noticed me before!

Dad ended up driving me, as he told mom that she had a few drinks, so she could not drive. Before we found the house, Dad stopped at the side of the road and gave me a bag and told me to change the clothes. I wondered what was wrong with my party dress, but knew dad spoke with Mr.  gordan to what I should wear.  I was used to doing as I was told now, so I struggled out of the dress and put on the same denim shorts I wore at the pageant. I didn’t realise how short they were. Then I put on a belly top. It had a small heart with the words “love me” on it. I wore ankle socks that had fluffy edges and sandals. I looked like I was ready to visit a beach.

The film company director was called Mr Jones. He was an old fat man and he wore Bermuda shorts. He smiled when he saw me and told me he was happy that I was dressed well for the party. He noticed I had the same shorts as the pageant. He whispered in my ear that he hoped I didn’t mind that he thought I had nice legs. He gave me a hug and kisses on my mouth and told me to enjoy the party.

Dad disappeared so I was walking around. It was mostly men. There were a handful of women. Sivala, a huge pop star came up and gave me a hug. I felt so little and I was so shy as she was my favourite singer. She talked to me saying she was one of my greatest fans. She saw my pictures and was considering hiring me to be in one of her videos. This would be a dream come true, so I had a huge smile on my face. She told me she could see how I did at the party and she would consider it lately. She left and spoke with others. I saw a few other girls, but they were busy sitting on some man's lap. Some just had bikini bottoms on them.  Men came up and said hello to me, and I recognised a few from TV and films. I was very shy. They also knew I was shy as a rap star said it makes a difference meeting a shy girl than a girl that jumps on him.

This boy came up to me and asked if I was a new candy girl. I looked at him a bit confused. He showed me the ankle bracelet and said that showed he was a candy boy. I said I was not candy. The boy was a year older than me and he introduced himself as Jonas. We sat by the pool and we talked about being how neat it was being around famous people. Maybe one day we would be famous. I admitted that I was already famous, as I was a model. He admitted he never seen my pictures and just heard I was a new candy girl.

I sat thinking that I was not as famous as I thought. Then a woman came to me and said she had a gift for me. It was a tablet. She gave me some water to wash it down. I looked at it remembering teachers telling us never eat tablets that strangers offer you. I looked at the woman and then the tablet and was about to say no when Jonas said I would be begging for the tablet soon. He noticed some girls begging for it. The woman said they know it helps them relax and feel good. I took the tablet and swallowed it. The woman smiled and said she would be back.

I asked Jonas what a candy girl was. He said there are thousands of children that wanted to be famous. A candy girl or a candy boy is lucky as they are part of a Hollywood ring where everyone knows everyone. This helps them get noticed and some become famous. The candy girls and boys made the men of Hollywood happy and in return, they get noticed by the same men and a few get roles.

In other words, Candy girls and boys were prostitutes and this did not ensure they would even get a role.

I couldn’t think more about it, as my head was feeling light. It was like I was flowing on a pink cloud. The women came back and told me it was time to get ready. I was led to a changing room where she took off all my clothes. She then dressed me in an old fashioned Greek toga dress that was nearly see-through. She fixed my hair that it looked like a Greek goddess. I laughed thinking it was messy. She told me she promised my dad no make-up as he wanted me to look like I was 8. Then she took the ankle bracelet and put it on me explaining I was now a candy girl. I asked did this mean I was a whore. She did not answer.

I was told to kneel on the hugest silver platter that I have ever seen. There was fruit around me so I was careful not to move, but it was hard, as I felt so giddy. Then 4 very large men that were bodybuilders lifted me to a small room that was crowded with everyone at the party. They put on a table and Mr Jones told everyone that the fun will now start. He explained that I was a new candy girl, and as per tradition, I would be auctioned off. He welcomed me to the Hollywood Candy Ring and warned me never to tell anyone about it or what happens here. I nodded my head as I was good at keeping secrets now. He then looked at the people and said I was extremely beautiful but was no virgin. He did not expect a record price, but said, “Look at her, how beautiful she is? Who would expect her to be a virgin?”

The bidding started. I was being auditioned.

People started bidding and it went on for a few minutes. Then it suddenly stopped. The auctioneer said he expected more. I was so light headed and it was hard following in what was happening around me. I was still thinking that he said I was not a virgin, so I started humming “like a virgin”, a song from Madonna that my mother always played. People started smiling and saying how cute and pretty I was and bidding started again, this time they were bidding like maniacs. At the end, everyone clapped because the record was broken. It was Sivala that bid the highest.

She took me to a room and started kissing me. She said this was one of the best days in her life. She stripped me and kissed me all over my body. Then we cuddled and French kissed while I was fondling her breasts. I pulled away and asked her did she want sex? She laughed saying I sounded like I was high. I buried my face in her breasts saying that I never had sex with a woman. She pulled me back and kissed me on the forehead and told me I could feel her breasts and suck them. I did this and I loved sucking on her breast. I felt like a little baby with no worries. Then she told me to lie back down on the bed. Then she kissed me all over again and telling me how soft and sexy I was. Then she licked my pussy and I was now moaning and groaning in extasy. I loved when she licked and nibbled at my clit. Then her tongue would dive into my pussy. She licked and licked until I tensed up and started to shake.

She then took off her clothes. I was in shock when I saw her naked. I told her she had a penis. She laughed and said I was so cute. She asked me if I wanted her to fuck me with it. I did not say anything but spread my legs. Her cock went in me and it was filling me up. It didn’t hurt at all, maybe that was because of the pill. She moved back and forth and called me the sweetest names. I was the best candy girl she was with. I told her that I loved her and she could fuck me anytime. She laughed saying girls would open their legs just to be in a video. I did not mean that! My insides were now jelly as she pounded me and I had another orgasm. This was followed by her sperm in me and she collapsed.

She got up and dressed, warning me not to tell anyone about her.

I found the bathtub and decided to take a bath and get washed. Mr Jones came in and told me I done a good job. He was proud I was a candy girl. I asked him if this meant I was a prostitute. He said it meant I was to please him or anyone my dad or him said to please. He explained that mom and dad were my parents, but he owned me. He took out his cock and said to suck it. Once more I had a cock in my mouth. While my mouth was working on his cock, he boasted that I was his bitch and I was his whore. At one stage he laughed saying I will be famous in Hollywood, if not as a celebrity, but as a whore. Time will tell. I couldn’t answer with a cock in my mouth. I swallowed his cum when he squirted in my mouth.

I got dressed and waited a bit.

Dad and Mr Jones came in. Dad said he heard I had a good time. I told him my head hurt. I was no longer on a pink cloud.

Mr Jones was in a good mood. He told dad it was time to celebrate.

Dad asked why

Mr Jones said this was hardly ever done, but he wanted to offer me a contract!

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