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   Best of Both Worlds (fm+,fM+,fM, slut, celeb)

   By wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com )

   ~~~~

   Billy Ray stared at his daughter in disbelief.  It was the most perverse
example of debauchery he'd ever seen.  Even for Miley.  They had just
wrapped up shooting the season of Hannah Montana last week and next week
she'd start her 50-city concert tour.  This was the perfect time for them
to get away for a three day weekend to San Jose del Cabo.

   He watched as Miley grasped the boy's cock at the base and lowered
herself onto it, sliding it deep into her ass.  Billy Ray smiled
remembering his first time back there.  It seems like a life time ago but
actually it's only been a few years.  She was so tight it felt as if she
would squeeze all the blood out of his cock.  That's not true now though.

   Miley lay back on the Mexican boy, spreading her legs to allow another
teen to move between their spread legs.  He leaned forward sliding his
erection deep into her gaping hole.  The others converged on her like
vultures on a fresh kill.  One mounted her chest attempting to squeeze her
near B-sized breasts together in order to fuck the channel between them. 
Two others dropped to their hands and knees to feast on her swollen nipples
while two other knelt next to her head to receive blow jobs.

   Both of her hands flayed about searching for the last two remaining boys
just out of her reach.  They moved closer allowing her to grasp their cocks
for hand jobs.  Billy Ray had often seen her fuck five or six and even
seven guys at the same time before but never nine.  This was really
impressive.  Over the past two and a half hours the group of teenage boys
had been fucking her like a two-bit whore and she's loved every minute of
it.  Now it's moved to another level.  Billy Ray reached for his Corona,
taking a big swig and watched as the mega gang-bang continued.

   He thought back to Miley and her exploits on the Hannah set.  How many
times did they have to stop shooting because she's off in her dressing room
or behind some prop getting her brains fucked out.  Stars, cast members,
extras, stage hands, directors or whom ever, it didn't matter.  If they had
a cock, she wanted it.  Even that ugly troll boy Moises gets to fuck her
from time to time.

   Looking back at the mass of bodies moving about like a wounded beast he
sighed.  It's going to be another long night.

   ****

   "Daddy, wake up," he heard as she shook him violently.  Slowly his eye
lips parted, bringing into focus his young daughter.  "I wanna go dancing,"
she said pulling on his arm.  Glancing at the clock it was 11:05 and from
the darkness outside, he knew it was still night.

   "Huh, what, honey?  What did you say?" he asked trying to get his
thoughts together.

   "I want you to take me dancing, daddy, come on, get up," she said giving
his arm one last tug.

   "Where's all your friends?  He asked sitting up.

   "They left," she said smirking.  "I wore them out," she added with a
wink.

   "That seems to be the case with every guy you meet."

   "Com'on daddy, let's go.  I wanna get out and do something."

   "Honey, for the past five hours you have been doing something.  Let's
just stay home tonight and relax."

   "You're just trying to keep me all to yourself, aren't you?" she said
grabbing his limp cock.  He jerked back from the sudden sensation as her
mouth wrapped fully around his manhood.  He knew it was useless to argue
with her.  She always gets what she wants but she hasn't stopped since they
got here.  With the last nine boys tonight she's fucked more men and boys
in the past two days then most women do in a lifetime.

   His cock stiffened with her expert administration and soon he had a
ragging hard-on.  Putting his hand behind her head, he guided her speed
while she deep-throated him over and over again.  "Damn Miley, you are so
fuckin' good at that."

   Pulling her mouth off of it with a loud smack, she smiled.  "I should
be, daddy, you taught me," she added with a giggle before returning her
mouth to it.  Billy Ray leaned his head back to enjoy the pleasure she was
giving him.  He listened to the wet blow job with the occasional suction
break and moaned.  She really was great.  Looking down at his
fifteen-year-old daughter he shook his head.

   She hadn't cleaned up after the boys left and she was covered with cum,
some fresh, but most was dried and flaky.  Her legs were straight and
spread wide while she leaned over his lap.  He could see the streaks of cum
running down her thighs and had one large glob teetering at the opening of
her pussy, ready to drop at any moment.  God she was such a filthy little
slut.  He smiled.  Just the way he likes them.  She chocked as the first
wad fired to the back of her throat and pulled his cock back enough to
swallow the rest without gagging.

   That was the eleventh time in two days that he's cum in one of her holes
and she still wanted more.  He's getting worried about keeping her
sexploits out of the media and knew all it will take is one story to hit
the press and his money train is gone.  Fortunately she keeping the
reporters and paparazzi quiet by giving them all the sex they want, but
that could change at anytime.

   "Hurry up, lazy," she yelled from the bedroom breaking his thoughts.  "I
wanna be there before everyone leaves!" Pulling himself up, he stumbled
towards the bedroom.

   "Damn, I shouldn't drunk so much today," he grumbled steadying himself
at the door by holding the frame.  She was standing at the closet with her
back to him wearing only a thong.  He smiled.  She has such a nice ass. 
She pulled out a black bathing suit top, walked towards him and pushed it
into his stomach.

   "Tie this on for me, daddy," she said turning away and pulling her hair
out of the way.  He looked at the small fabric top and groaned.  Wrapping
it around her breasts, he made the knot in back.  "Hurry, I'm ready to go
and you're still naked!" she ordered reaching for the sheer wrap on the
bed.

   "Honey, don't you think you should put something else on?  I mean its
kinda cold out tonight." She gave him a frown but his eyes couldn't stay
off of what she was wearing.  The top was two small triangle pieces hardly
enough to cover the areola completely and the bottom left little to the
imagination.  It was a good thing she shaved down there or it would look
like there was nothing covering her pussy.  Even now not much was.

   For the first time since entering the room he noticed she still hadn't
cleaned up from the tryst with the teens.  "Uh, Miley, honey, don't you
want to take a shower before we go?"

   "No, there's no time.  Besides, I'm just gunna get dirty again so why
bother?"

   ****

   The disco was packed with partiers and there wasn't a chair to be found.
Billy Ray took up a spot at the bar and ordered another beer losing sight
of Miley seconds after they entered.  She vanished in the mass of bodies
standing around the dance floor and he knew he'd need to find her before
she got into too much trouble.

   Over the past year and a half she's done some pretty wild things and he
knew he'd have to step in to minimize the damage.  Hell, last concert she
gave there was almost a riot as she gave out several back stage passes to
fans in the audience only to have the room filled with horny teenage boys
waiting to fuck Hannah Montana.

   He found her on the dance floor and watched along with the crowd as she
twisted and turned, often rubbing against the guy she was dancing with. 
With the way she was dressed and the suggestive moves she was making, it
was no wonder she was getting a lot of attention out there.  Once the song
ended, she grabbed her partner's hand and they headed off towards the
restrooms.

   Billy Ray sighed knowing what she was up to and began to meander his way
around the dance floor to find her.  He was hoping she wouldn't end up in
the men's restroom like she's been known to, sprawled out in the urinal
letting random strangers fuck her or piss on her.  She really gets rank
those nights and he has to hose her off before taking her home.  Checking
the men's room he was relieved to see she wasn't there but then wondered
where she had gone.

   Leaving the room he noticed an emergency exit door ajar at the end of
the hall.  Sticking his head out, he found her and the guy she had just
danced with just a few feet away.  Miley had her back against the building,
her arms around the guy's neck and her legs around his waist while he
thrust back and forth between them.  Both were grunting like animals and
while Billy Ray watched, the guy began to cum inside of her.  He shook his
head and left, heading for another beer.

   He saw as she re-entered the club and quickly found another partner,
dragging him onto the dance floor.  At the end of the song she led him
towards the restrooms just as she did with the last guy.  Billy Ray didn't
flinch as he knew where she was going.

   She was gone for three songs and he began to wonder if she'd return.  As
the fourth song began, she came back in searching for her next partner.  It
looked as if she grabbed the closest guy and pulled him onto the floor.  As
the song ended, so did their dance and his eyes followed them until the
disappeared down the hallway.  Just then the guy next to him got up from
his chair and Billy Ray took it.  Lucky break.

   She had been gone for three songs when he finally noticed she was back
on the dance floor with some other guy.  It was difficult to keep an eye on
her as so many people were blocking his view but every once in a while he'd
get a glance of her through the mass of bodies.  The song ended and all he
could see was the back of her dark hair, the sheer wrap and her most recent
dance partner heading down the hallway.  He turned and ordered another
beer.

   Two songs later she was back on the floor with another partner, swinging
and swaying her hips like some sort of mating ritual.  That song ended and
she was again pulling her dance partner outside.  It wasn't until the very
end of the third song when Miley came back in, waving to him.  He smiled as
she fought her way through the groping crowd towards the bar.

   He was hoping she was ready to leave, although somehow he knew she
wasn't.  It was just after midnight and the people were packed like
sardines.  "Hi, daddy," she said grabbing the bottle from his hand and
gulping down the rest of his beer.  Some guy standing next to her reached
out and grabbed one of her breast.  Billy Ray almost punched the guy, but
knew better.  Miley turned to the guy and smiled.  "You like what you see?"

   "Oh chess," the Mexican man said with a thick accent smiling.

   "Then I guess you'll love this," she added pulling the small patch
covering her pussy aside.  The eyes of everyone around her focused between
her legs as she propped one foot on the stool Billy Ray was sitting on and
thrust her hips forward.  Squeezing, she sent out a large blob of cum that
stayed suspended to her hole as it slowly slithered downward, tethered to
her pussy and swinging as it drifted lower past her knees like a pendulum.
Finally it snapped free, dropping to the ground in an unheard splat.

   Glancing around at the gathered crowd, she smiled at the blank faces
staring back at her.  "You want to fuck this?" she asked the man that had
just groped her breast sliding a finger into the gooey mess.  Billy Ray
half expected him to run away at the grotesque display of perversion or to
at least burst out laughing.  He did neither and answered affirmatively. 
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the hallway.  Several other
around them followed.  Turning towards the bartender he ordered another
beer.

   ****

   "Hey, buddy, wake up," he heard a far way voice saying but didn't pay it
much attention.  He felt his body moving and the same voice repeating its
request.  Slowly he lifted his head and looked around.  Everything was out
of focus and his head was spinning.  Damn he drank too much again!

   "You need to get moving, you can't sleep here," he bartender said trying
to clean up the drool from where he slept.  Billy Ray sat up, looking
around.  The club was mostly empty and only about a dozen couples and a few
single women were left.  Trying to get his watch into focus he struggled to
see what time it was.  "It's 2:45," the bartender said matter-of-factly.

   Scanning the room he tried to find Miley but she wasn't anywhere to be
seen.  "Is it closing time?" Billy Ray slurred out turning his attention
back to the man behind the counter.

   "No, we don't close `til almost everyone's gone.  Sometimes it's not
`til four or five in the morning."

   "Looks like almost everyone's gone now," he said trying to wave his arm
toward the room and nearly falling off the stool.

   "Naw, not gone, just out back.  The damn bar nearly emptied out a couple
hours ago when word got out `bout some slut pulling a train outside." Billy
Ray's eyes opened wide.  He knew who the `slut' was and stumbled off the
stool to find her.

   The bartender wasn't kidding, about half the bar was outside standing
around watching something on the ground.  Billy Ray drunkenly pushed his
way through the crowd and stood appalled as he saw his young daughter again
making a public spectacle of herself.  One guy was on his back with Miley
on top of him, another was kneeling behind her slamming his thighs fast and
hard against her ass.  A third guy was kneeling near her head and was
receiving a blow job while a fourth guy was getting a hand job from one
hand while she precariously balanced herself with the other.

   The guy fucking her ass suddenly cried out and welded his thighs to her
ass, calling out to no one in particular that he was cumming.  As soon as
he backed away, another guy dropped to his knees behind her and shoved his
cock into the empty hole.  The guy getting his cock sucked made a similar
announcement and Billy Ray watched as her throat bobbed up and down as she
swallowed his seed.

   "Okay, Miley, time to go," he said moving closer to the orgy.  She
simply pulled her mouth off the guy she just sucked off and turned towards
the man she was jerking off and pushed his cock inside her mouth.  Another
guy dropped to his knees in front of her as the other man got up.  "Com'on,
it's time to go," he repeated reaching down for her.

   "You don't wanna do that, man," someone said grabbing his arm.  He
turned to see a large American man holding his arm.  Another hand grabbed
him from the other side and he turned to see a Mexican guy holding his left
shirt sleeve.  "Just relax and no one gets hurt, understand?"

   Looking around at all the angry faces he knew that he'd have a hard time
getting her away from this mob.  That is unless she's ready to leave and he
can threaten to have them arrested for rape.  He heard a loud moan and
looked to see the guy under her thrusting up and down while she wiggled her
ass.  His fingers dug into the white globes of her butt and Miley pulled
the cock out of her mouth just long enough to encourage him to cum inside
her.  No chance of this being a rape, unless it's a reverse rape.

   Once the guy finished, the one in her ass simply wrapped his arms around
her waist and laid back, bringing her with him.  She now faced up and the
guy that recently knelt down for a blow job quickly mounted her and sank
his cock deep into her used pussy.  Two others converged on her and were
rewards with her warm, wet mouth alternating between them.  This position
left both hands free for hand jobs.

   Billy Ray was escorted back into the bar by the two men holding him and
deposited on a bar stool.  "Get `em a beer on me," the American said.  "And
keep `em comin' `til we're done.  I don't want this bastard fuckin'
everything up," he added turning to leave.  He watched the backs of the two
men until they disappeared down the hall.

   "Here you go," the bartender said setting a cold beer in front of him.
Billy Ray stared at the amber bottle for several long minutes before
picking it up.  One beer later and he was out.

   ****

   Billy Ray awoke in his hotel bed wearing all of his clothes and laying
next to his naked, cum-soaked daughter.  His head was pounding and it took
about five minutes before he could sit up without feeling dizzy.  He
grumbled something about not ever drinking ever again and pulled himself
out of bed.

   Staggering towards the bathroom, he tried to remember how he and Miley
made it back to the room.  It was already after 8 o'clock in the morning
and nothing from after that second beer was clear.  He didn't even know
what time they got in.  After peeing and cleaning up, started a bath then
went to check on his daughter.

   She was a mess.  The layers of dried cum and sand weren't the worst of
it, that could be cleaned off.  It's the scratches, bruises, hickies, red
marks and cuts all over her body that worried him the most.  Reaching down
he gently shook her.

   "Miley, wake up, honey," he said softly.  He wasn't sure what mood she'd
be in and she really hated to be awakened too early.  "Miley, are you
okay?"

   Her eyes fluttered opened and her lips parted with a smile.  "Hi,
daddy," she said turning completely onto her back.  "Ready for your morning
fuck?" she asked spreading her legs.  Reflexes sent his eyes to her pussy
and he gasped when he saw the swollen, angry-red mass of flesh that once
used to be a pretty little pussy.  Cum still copiously oozed out, most was
thick and clear with some flecks of whiteness.

   "I think you've had enough sex for a while, let's get you cleaned up and
I'll have the maid change the sheets.  There's a lotta, uh, sand in bed."

   "Com'on daddy, don't be a party pooper," she said reaching out for him.
"Give your lit'l girl some luvin'." He could see the determination in her
eyes.  There was no getting out of this.  Even if he refused her now, he
knew after a few minutes he'd give in and do what she wanted any way.  He
went to turn the water off and returned undressing as he walked.

   He really didn't like sloppy seconds but for the last few years that's
about all he's had.  Sometimes he thinks she deliberately lets guys cum in
her just so he'll have to fuck her with someone else's cum in there. 
Lately she's been even more insatiable and wants to do nothing but fuck all
the time.

   He was hardly erect but her hole was stretched enough that it didn't
matter.  He slipped in balls deep and could hardly feel himself inside of
her.  She was gooey and cum poured out with each forward thrust.  As soon
as he was hard, he began to pound her as deep as he could, almost wanting
to punish her for being such a whore.  She grunted with each harsh drive,
wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

   "Mmmmmmmmmm," daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that," she cried
out.  With his rhythm established, he slammed repeatedly into her, smacking
against her thighs with such force it echoed in the room, resonating like
slabs of raw beef liver dropping to a marble floor.  He couldn't hold out
long, with her he never could and began shooting jets of cum deep into her
womb, mixing with the countless others.

   Grunting one long, painful cry, he rolled over, collapsing next to her
exhausted.  He struggled for breath, panting like a tired dog as she sat up
and reached for his shrinking manhood.  Leaning over she took him inside
her mouth and began sucking it clean.  He was too tired to resist and
didn't want to any way.  Once done, she smacked her lips and smiled at him.

   "That's some wake up call, daddy," she said bending over to kiss him. 
Her sour breath made him cringe as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
She tasted of cum and cock and he struggled to keep for pushing her away.
He didn't want to make his money train angry.  There's no telling what
she'd do.  Slipping out of bed she sashayed towards the bathroom to clean
up, blowing him a kiss from the doorway.

   Reaching over for the phone he called the operator to get the filthy
sheets and blanket changed.  Thank God their flight is in three hours or
she'd be out whoring around once again after she cleaned up.

   ****

   Billy Ray was nervous as the plane sat on the tarmac.  Not as much as
the fear of flying as the fear of what he was watching.  Miley was next to
him and was flirting with the five college-aged guys sitting two rows back.
His mind went back to just before they left when she dashed out of the door
to tell Carlos, the pool man, she was leaving.  Of course she also had to
give him a goodbye fuck behind the equipment room.  Once done, she stumbled
on two other guys walking near the pool and they too were invited to join
her for a quickie.  Billy Ray found her bent over at the waist getting it
from behind from one of them while she deep throated the other until the
both came.

   He had to literally drag her away from the pool as others began to show
up to swim or sun.  It was time to leave for the airport and they didn't
have time for her to be slutting around any more.  They parked near the
terminal and Billy Ray waited leaning against the trunk of the cab while
Miley gave the driver her usual tip.  The rocking of the cab was almost too
much for him to stand, but as usual, he did.

   Walking through the airport she was turning heads as she paraded around
like a cat in heat flirting with every guy she came across.  He took his
eyes off of her for only a minute while he checked in their bags and she
was gone.  He found her with a baggage handler just inside a restricted
area getting fucked on someone's suitcase.  Even though their flight was
about to leave, he allowed the guy to finish as Miley would be pissed if he
interrupted them.

   They had to run through the terminal and reached their gate just as it
was last call to board.  Panting, they found their seats as Billy Ray fell
into his sweating.  That's when he noticed her waving to the guys behind
them.  Even as the plane took off and began climbing, she was turned around
mouthing something to the guys.

   "Dude, I'm tell you that's the girl that plays Hannah Montana," he heard
one of them say.

   That reminded him of what happened last spring break.  They were at
Disney World promoting her show when she met three college guys heading
towards Daytona for spring break.  They had rented an RV and were meeting
with four other guys at Disney and invited her to come along.  Billy Ray
knew what they wanted, but also knew she wanted it too.  Following the RV
in his pickup, Billy made the trip behind them knowing that she was the
only girl in there with seven guys.  Any other girl would freak out at
that, but for Miley, they were grossly under manned.

   ****

   He lost track of her after a few hours and for the next four days, she
engaged in one long orgy-gang-bang ending only when she passed out from
exhaustion.  She was hospitalized for two days to recuperate and she was
extremely dehydrated.  Later she commented that she was surprised at that
as she'd swallowed at least a gallon of cum during that time.  "I guess
semen just doesn't have enough water in it to keep you hydrated," she
joked.

   "Where are you goin'?" he asked grabbing her wrist as she got up.  The
captain had just announced they were free to move around the plane and
that's what she was doing.

   "Gunna see if those guys wanna join my club."

   Billy Ray looked back at the smiling guys.  "What club?"

   "The Miley high club, silly," she giggled pulling free.  Billy Ray
watched as he grabbed one of the guys and headed towards the restroom. 
It's a good thing those things are so small or she'd have all five in there
with her.

   For the next forty minutes he watched as one after the other got up and
went into the restroom with her.  She didn't even come out once the entire
time she was in there.  Once one guy finished fucking her, he got another.
He in turn got the next one.  After the last guy finished and she didn't
return to her seat, Billy Ray went to check on her.  The door was unlocked
and swinging it opened he got an eye full.

   Miley was sitting on the small sink, her ass over the edge, with three
fingers violently banging in and out of her reddened hole.  She was so
engrossed in her masturbating that she didn't hear him the first time he
called her name.  He had to repeat it a second time and call it louder
before she opened her eyes.

   "Oh, daddy, thank God you're here!" she cried out.  "Come fuck me, I
need your cock in me..."

   "Miley, please, stop acting like this and get down.  You can't be doing
shit like this all the time!" he blurted out not caring if it pissed her
off or not.  For the first time her eyes fly opened and she had a look of
contempt on her face.

   "Excuse me, buddy, you gunna use that?" he heard a male voice from
behind him.  He turned to see an older, portly man waiting in the isle.  He
looked back at Miley's hatred expression and smiled.

   "No, man, go ahead and use it all you want," he said stepping aside. 
The large man moved closer and for the first time saw the naked,
cum-dripping girl sprawled out on the sink.

   "Holly shit!" the man gasped stopping where he stood.  He couldn't take
his eyes off the young girl and Billy Ray gave him a little push.  If she
wants to act like a whore, then that's what she'll be!

   Billy Ray watched as the small door closed and could feel the rocking of
the plane.  He wasn't sure if it was turbulence or the fat man fucking her
that shifted it from side to side like that.  It didn't matter.  Heading
back down the isle he past the five smirking school boys looking up at him.
They were so fucking smug it killed him.  Yea they got to fuck his daughter
but that didn't mean they had to gloat about it!

   There was a business man working on his computer seated just across the
isle from where they sat.  He leaned over and whispered, "Excuse me, buddy,
but there's a slut waiting to be fucked in the bathroom back there if
you're interested." The guy looked up at Billy Ray and then towards the
restroom.  One of the college boys had gotten up and was standing at the
door again.

   "Are you serious?" the man asked not sure to believe him or not.

   "Sure am.  She can't get enough cock and wants you to fuck her." He
closed his computer and Billy Ray moved aside to allow him to pass.  By
this time a second of the college boys was standing in line.  Just then the
door swung opened and the fat man waddled past the two boys and the
business man had to step between the seats to allow him to pass before
resuming his path.

   Billy Ray watched as the first of the boys disappeared into the tiny
room.  Three seats in front of the business man sat two younger men,
military looking, and discussing something about `the war'.  He leaned over
and repeated his invitation to them and watched as they headed towards the
rear of the plane.  Next came the older Mexican man flying alone and then a
man traveling with his teenage son.

   Everyone else was traveling with a female companion so he didn't
approach them.  Just the single guys were invited.  If the other guys found
out about her, then they were more than welcome to fuck her too, but he
wasn't going to piss off someone's wife and ruin the whole thing.

   He sat back smiling as the line of men stretched almost to where he was
sitting.  The other three college boys got back into line as well and there
was a steady flow of men in and out of the small restroom.  If she wants to
fuck then by God that's what she'll do for the rest of the flight. 
Hopefully she'll get this out of her system once they land and they can go
back to normal, whatever that is.

   The three and a half hour flight was coming to an end and the captain
announced for everyone to return to their seats.  Only two of the men
hadn't had a chance to fuck her yet but one of those was a college boys
going back for a third time.  The door opened and a man emerged, returning
to his seat.  The two waiting in line didn't leave after the announcement
and one entered in the cramped restroom.

   After some turbulence, the college boy sat down and put on his seatbelt.
The stewardess knocked on the door and instructed whoever was inside to
return to their seats as we were preparing to land.  The door opened and
the last man in was pulling his pants up as he headed towards his seat. 
Still no Miley.

   He found her slumped in the sink in a daze looking around as if
confused. He helped her up trying not to slip on all the cum pouring out
onto the floor.  The plane rocked hard and suddenly dropped, knocking them
against the wall.  "Let's get to our seats," Billy Ray called pulling her
by the arm.  Her skirt was still pulled up and exposing most of her thighs
to the passengers.

   ****

   "Hi there, handsome," Miley told the captain grabbing his tie as she
stood before him.  He was greeting the disembarking passengers and stepped
back once she reached for him.  She stood smiling at him, her fingers
tracing a line down his shirt towards his belt.

   "Let's go, Miley, people are waiting to leave," Billy Ray said tugging
at her arm.

   Everyone leaving were whispering and looking towards them but he tried
to ignore them but with Miley waving and calling out to every guy she saw
and even grabbing the men close enough as they passed, it was difficult. 
She flirted with the customs man, the security guards, the airport police,
TSA agents, male passengers nearby and anyone else she could see.

   Billy Ray rushed through the airport hoping to avoid a scene, dragging
her by the wrist behind him.  She was calling out to men like a drunken
whore trying to find a trick.  Their chauffeur was waiting nearby and Billy
Ray instructed him to get their bags and meet them in the car.  He couldn't
risk setting her free to find the luggage as there was no telling what
she'd do.

   Stepping outside she pulled free, running in the opposite direction. 
Catching her, he held her until she stopped screaming.  "I'm okay now,
daddy, you can let me go," she said calmly.  Slowly he eased his grip and
she stood sullenly before him.  Thank God she came to her senses.  "Let's
take a taxi," she said reaching for the handle of the closest cab.

   "Miley, we have a limo waiting, let's go home."

   "But I wanna take a taxi, I feel like having curry," she added sliding
into the back.  Billy Ray looked at the driver and noticed that he was
Indian.  His I phone rang.  It was Charles, the chauffeur.  "Go ahead and
meet us at the house.  We're taking a cab home," he said ending the call
and getting in with Miley.  She was all smiles at the cabbie.

   They were hardly out of the airport when she began flashing her tits to
him.  By the time they pulled into the gate leading towards the house, he
knew he'd be fucking this little whore once he dropped us off.  Billy Ray
leaned against the back of the cab, his foot on the bumper while the car
bounced up and down.  Charles had parked just behind the cab and came out
to talk to him but he wasn't much in the mood to talk.

   As soon as they were done, Miley rushed out and gave Charles a big hug
and kiss.  Of all the service help, he was her favorite.  It was Miley that
insisted he hire him as he was black and had huge hands.  Billy Ray knew
what that meant and so did she.

   "That will be $42.50," the Indian man said tucking his shirt back into
his pants.

   "Huh?" Billy Ray said amazed that the guy would even ask for money after
fucking his teenage daughter like that.

   "You owe me $42.50 for the cab ride, sir."

   "I, uh, thought you just got paid for the ride," he said motioning with
his head towards the couple embraced in a kiss near the limo.

   "That was the tip, sir, I still need cab fare.  It's only business you
know," he said grinning like a fool.  Billy Ray fished out his wallet and
handed the greasy-haired man a fifty dollar bill.

   "Keep the change," he said turning to walk away.  The Indian man thanked
him and drove away.  Charles and Miley were getting into the backseat of
the limo and Billy Ray had to once again wait on the hood until they were
finished.  When the door finally opened, Billy Ray got in the back with
her. They needed to talk.

   "Oh poor daddy, are you feeling neglected?" she asked parting her nude
legs as he closed the door.

   "Miley, we need to talk.  This can't keep going on like this."

   "What do you mean?" she asked propping herself up on her left elbow.

   "You, acting like this.  It's gotta stop.  There's too much at stake for
you to be whoring around like some cheap slut, fucking every guy you meet."

   "Oh, daddy, you're just jealous," she said flopping back on the seat and
slowly tracing a circle around her pussy.

   "It has nothing to do with jealousy; it's what will happen when this
gets out."

   "I already told you daddy, it won't.  No one will print a story about me
as long as they're getting pussy.

   "You can't count on that.  There's thousands of blogs out there with
guys talking about fucking you and very soon the rag mags will pick up on
it and you'll be ruined.  We'll be ruined.

   "Well, my dear father, you didn't ever have a problem sticking your cock
in me anytime you wanted to when I was growing up and letting men fuck me
to advance your career.  And you didn't have a problem when Disney first
turned me down for the Hannah Montana role and you arranged for a private
audition with the five execs in the motel room and told me to do what ever
I had to so that I'd get it.  I did what you wanted and four hours and a
lot of fucking later, I had the role.  Now that I want to fuck you have a
problem with it?  That's bull shit, daddy!"

   Billy Ray stared at her in disbelief.  Where did this outburst come
from? Was this the reason why she was acting out?  Unfortunately it's true,
all of what she said.  He did from time to time whore her out to get a
contract or better conditions or higher commissions but it was for her own
good.  The Hannah thing launched her career so fucking five old farts for a
few hours was worth it.  Wasn't it?

   He could see Charles watching through the rear view mirror and wondered
what was going through his mind.  Was he really the cause of Miley being
such a slut?  Did what he did to her as a little girl profoundly affect her
behavior now?  "Honey, I, uh, I...  don't know what to say.  I'm sorry if
the way I managed your career wasn't in your best interest, but I was only
looking out for you, really I was."

   "Don't worry `bout it, daddy.  I wouldn't change a thing.  I love
everything I have right now.  As Hannah Montana I can be that sweet,
innocent little Disney robot doll and do nice things and everybody loves me
and as Miley I can be the raving whore that I want to be and everybody
fucks me.  It's perfect `cause I've got the best of both worlds," she added
with a smile.

   Billy put his head down and stared at this hands.  She was right of
course and he'd ride this money train as long as it ran.  Even if it got
out about her sexuality, it was fun while it lasted and in a few years
she'd could do porn.  There would be a lot of money in the former child
star now being an adult entertainer.  He smiled at that thought.  One way
or another they'd each get the best of both worlds!

   ~the end

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