Daddy Makes Me A Star!

This story is entirely 100% fictional!

I always wanted to be a singer, but I lacked the confidence to get up on stage. However, every day had me in front of my mirror faking it as I sang into my hairbrush and copying the moves of the real stars. I dreamed of what it would be like to have the fancy clothes, and the guys lusting after me and all the perks of being someone famous, but it was never going to come true for me, not in a small town, and not with me lacking the guts to actually try.

One day I got home from school and there was a note from Dad.
"There's a present in your room, follow the clues to get all of it."
I ran into my room and there was a small box on my dresser and there was a microphone in it. There was also a silly note with a clue on it, and I found a box with CD's in it, that note led me to a small set of stage lights in the garage, and that note led me to a karaoke machine, with the last note leading me back into my closet where a cool leather jacket hung for me.
I had a chance to fake it with good stuff!

He got home a little while later and asked me if I enjoyed the presents.
"Of course I did! What makes you think I needed all that though?"
"You think I've never seen my little girl posing in front of her mirror, pretending to be a rock star? You think I don't notice you watching all the video and silently singing along to them? I'm a pretty smart guy, you know, and if you want to be a star, I'll make you a star!"
"Thank you so much!! You're the best!!!"
"Now get ready for the rest of your present, I'd seen you looking at that jacket when we went to the mall last time, but I don't know exactly what you'll need as a rock star for clothes, time to get you dressing like a big star!"
I gave him a big kiss and told him I loved him, and off we went to the mall!

I picked out a silk blouse that showed a lot of me, but he liked it, I picked out some skirts that I thought would be too short, but he was fine with them, I got four inch heels, another top that barely covered my tits, and a few other slutty looking things and he was okay with it all. He let me buy all kinds of things, and then he told me to buy some rock star lingerie in Victorias Secret.
On the way home I tried to figure out why he was going to all this trouble for me, and then I remembered he'd said he'd seen me in front of my mirror. I always had the door shut! And I wasn't always fully dressed! Had he seen me naked? Had he seen me fingering my pussy on the bed? He must have, but I actually enjoyed the thought, I loved Daddy, and ever since mom died, he's been alone. No wonder he'd look at me, he always said I looked like a younger version of Mom.

We got home and he told me to shower up and try on one of the outfits while he set up the karaoke machine for me. I cleaned up and put on the shortest skirt that barely covered my black lace panties, a silk tank top over the bra, the thigh high stockings, and topped it off with my new jacket. My reflection didn't show a little girl playing dress up, it showed a hot girl that was ready to take the stage!

I came out to the living room to see Daddy had gone all out, he'd put a little round table from the patio in there like it was in a nightclub and was sitting down with a beer in his hand. The machine was set up in the corner and all I had to do was turn it on.
I hit the switch, chose my song and turned to face him, but I got nervous and just stood there silently.
"What's the problem honey?"
"I'm too nervous!!"
"It's just me, it's not like I'm going to throw stuff at you if you're not the best! I promise I will be a very nice critic!"
"I dunno Daddy..."
"If you're nervous, then come on over here and have something to drink."
I sat down at the table he handed me a wine cooler and he turned on the radio.
"You're just having a relaxing drink before the show, and the radio is your opening band, okay?"
"Okay!"
I sat there drinking and he told me how pretty I was, that he liked seeing me all dressed up, he liked me looking like I 'knew what I was doing'. He said he would be my biggest fan no matter what. I had one more wine cooler then I got back up, I started the machine and picked an easier song, and started singing.

I couldn't have been very good, but Daddy clapped liked I was the best ever, and I started another song, this time I started putting in the dance moves and he loved it! When he stood up to applaud, I could see he was very hard with it bulging out of his pants.
I said "This one's for the handsome man at table five" and put the sexiest song on the CD on there and belted it out, in the video the girl totally seduces the guy with her body, and rubs up against him, and I knew all the moves. I rubbed my ass against him, and kissed him on the cheek and ran my fingers through his hair as I danced around his table and he was loving it, and he'd rub his cock through his pants every few seconds. Daddy was sooo turned on! I finished up and he was applauding like a crazy man! I came over and sat down at his table, and he introduced himself as a record company executive, so I played along. As we discussed my 'music' his chair got closer to mine and then he rested his hand on my knee, and slowly slid it up under my skirt to brush the inside of my thigh, and it felt good, I felt my pussy start to get wet, and then he brushed his fingers against my pussy! His other hand reached over and he ran it across my barely covered tits, and he whispered in my ear "A lot of girls would love this kind of chance, but we only sign talent that know how to be...appreciative of the offer." and he kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned for a second but I kissed back, it was so sexy to be a rock star on the way up, with a rich executive hitting on me, I whispered into his ear "Oh, I appreciate the offer, but is this dive bar the place to negotiate? Can't we go to your hotel?" He got a big smile and lifted me in his arms and kissed me again and carried me to his bedroom, where he lay me on the bed and we kept kissing as his fingers slid up to stroke my pussy through my panties.

It felt so good having him touch me like that and unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off as I tossed my jacket on the floor. He slipped his finger under the panties and into my wet pussy and he rubbed it all around and I started to get real wet. Then he pulled the tank top off, and unsnapped my bra to reveal my b-cups, and Daddy kissed them gently and sucked my nipples which felt soo good and my pussy was dripping by this point and he worked his way down me, kissing and nibbling the whole way, he pulled up my skirt and grabbed the edges of my panties and pulled them off of me, and told me to pull my legs up and Daddy started to eat my pussy!
"Oh, lick that Daddy, lick it good!"

I"d never done anything with anyone, but this felt incredible, he started sucking on my clit and I knew I couldn't hold out, that I had to come and I did with a scream! I splashed all over Daddy's face, and he just kept licking it! Then he rolled over and pulled his pants and boxers off and his cock was huge, it was hard and there was some pre-come on it. I wasn't sure what to do, but Daddy told me that if I was serious about being a star, I'd know what to do. So I started to lick it, and licked my way down one side and up the other and put it in my mouth to suck it. I couldn't get much of it in there before I gagged, but Daddy reached out and used his fingers to hold my eyes open. "Now you won't gag, and I can facefuck you good!" as he shoved it deeper in my throat. I didn't gag anymore, and I got to like him pumping it deep in my mouth, but I pulled away so I could just suck the head of it, and I started slurping and licking the head and he stiffened up as I sucked it, he ran his hands through my hair, and told me I was doing a very good job, and they were pretty sure I'd be offered a contract. He held my eyes open again and started to ram it as deep into my mouth as he could and then I heard him start to yell as he exploded into my throat! He pulled out so I could get most of it in my mouth and I got to taste his load as he pumped my mouth gently a few more times and I licked the head of it until it stopped dripping.

I looked up with some come still dripping from my lips.
"So am I good enough to be a star?" I said with a smile as lay down beside him.
"Very, very good. I like what I hear, I like the look and the attitude is outstanding!" and we started to kiss again, and this time it was much more sensual as we really got into each other, he had his arms around me and he'd caress my ass and I just loved every second of it, but then he pushed me back, and I could see his cock was hard again.
"One last thing to see if you can...handle the pressure of being a star!"
I pulled my legs up again, and he slipped the head of his big cock into my pussy and gently stroked me until he came to my hymen.
"Now hold on tight baby!
He pulled back and rammed his cock into me and I felt my hymen burst as his eight inches plowed deep into me!
"Ow! That hurts!"

He gave me another deep thrust and it hurt too!
"You're going to be a star, you know you are, and you can handle the pressure of it, you hear me?"
And he started pumping my pussy as hard as he could! It hurt for a little bit, but then it started to feel good as I got used to it, and I started to move my hips with each thrust and he started to groan.
"Oh god you're a good fuck, baby!"

I was groaning too, and I felt like I was going to come again, and all of a sudden I did! I felt my pussy get wet again and I heard him moan "oh, sweet, you're coming!" and he started to pound me harder than ever and he rammed it in and held it tight inside me as he screamed out "I"m coming!" I felt a flush of warmth in my pussy and he pumped a few more times slowly and pulled out of me.
I looked down to see his come dripping out of me, the wetness all over the bed, and the very happy look on his face that I knew was mirrored in my own.
"So do I get the contract?"
"Oh, you do, you do, I'll just have to check up on you from time to time to see how you're doing."
"Any time, any time you want, sir! I Just hope I represent the company well!"

That was two years ago, and we moved, I go to karaoke bars now, and there's usually a handsome older guy who wants to talk about a recording contract. I always listen to what they have to say, and sometimes I have to show him two or three times that I REALLY want to be a star.