One of the roughest nights I spent with a celebrity when Swank was my pimp was a few nights after my encounter with Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa. I didn't make a dime off it, but it was hot fuck.

The night started out with me being banged--and banged hard--by Shia LaBeouf again, this time at Swank's place. The Transformers star had me bent over the arm of Swank's couch in the living room ripping into my 8-year-old pussy like a man possessed. The stench of his cigar filled my nose as he puffed away, fucking me harder and deeper than he had in our first meeting. He showed up at the house horny as shit, and I let him in even though Swank wasn`t there. He'd gone into the city for an all-night poker game with some of his buddies. I knew my pimp daddy wouldn't care as long as Shia paid, which he did--as much as he did before (that is, a lot). Shia was dressed in just a regular t-shirt and jeans, and he hadn't even bothered to undress to fuck me. He just opened his jeans, hauled out that big cock of his, and started doing me.

We fucked for just under an hour, after which he screamed and dumped a fucking huge load of his potent sperm into my boy pussy. I got on my knees on the floor afterward, sucked him clean, and he stuffed his dick back in his pants and was gone. I sat on the floor a few minutes, my head spinning from the super-hard pounding I'd just gotten, before I got a towel to clean up the scum that had leaked out of my cunt.

As I was bent over wiping up the mess, the door opened, and I heard a voice. "Hot damn, that's what I'm after." I looked up to find Zachary Ty Bryan. I was amazed; fate had thrown me in the path of the second Home Improvement star in less than a few days. He stood there in Swank's living room with an open Oxford shirt, dirty jeans, and tennis shoes. He was obviously drunk and held a half-empty fifth of Jack Daniels in one hand. I could see the bulge of his cock running down his legs. "Jon was right," he slurred. "You are a hot little fucker." He lurched over to me and grabbed me by the head. "I want some of that pussy." His last word came out as "pushy." He smacked my ass hard and added, "Even fuckin' lubed up for me." Shia's cum was still dripping from my hole. "Got a bed `round here, slut?"

Zac practically dragged me to the back of the house by my hair. I yelped in pain and struggled to get away from him. I was gonna let him fuck me, of course, but I wanted it on my terms. Zac was too strong, even as drunk as he was, for me to get away. When he found the bedroom, he hurled me on the bed and looked at me like some crazed animal. "W-what are ya gonna do?" I managed to whimper out.

Zac slammed the door behind him, took a long swig of the liquor, and said, "What else, bitch? I'm gonna fuck you." He dropped his pants. "My old lady kicked me out of the house, and I ain't had no pussy for days." He crawled on the bed and grabbed my neck. Holding me down, he got in my face. That booze breath of his nearly knocked me out. "Jon told me `bout you. Said you had a better pussy than my wife. He oughta know...he's had both." Obviously, JTT had told him of fucking me with his buddy, Devon Sawa, and had told him where I lived. Zac reached down and rammed three fingers in my ass, and I screamed. Zac slapped a hand over my mouth. "Keep that bitch mouth shut!" he exclaimed. I felt him probe me with his fingers, roughly I might add. "I know if you can take Jon and Dev up this shithole at the same fuckin' time, my dick won't be a problem." Shia's sperm squished up inside me. "Somebody beat me to it," Zac grunted. "I don't give a flyin' fuck. I'll just give ya some more."

He got up on his knees and pulled down his American Eagle briefs and revealed his junk. It was at least 10 inches long, hard as stone, and had an angry-looking head on it. It was cut and had a piss slit so wide you could almost see into it. It was oozing precum like crazy. I gulped, and Zac smiled wickedly. I knew what was going through his mind. He was going to fuck me, and if I didn't go along with it, I was gonna get raped. Fortunately, I liked the look of his dick and wanted it inside me. I'm a born slut, and as I've said many times before, you can't rape the willing. But I figured if his wife had thrown him out, he was looking to take his aggression out on someone. JTT was into bondage and rough sex, and if he told Zac about what he and Devon had done to me, his co-star would want to do it, too. I decided to play-act. "P-please, mister," I said, doing my best to make the stutter sound real. "Don't hurt me..."

"I said shut up!!" Zac bellowed as he backhanded my face. Now that smarted. I had planned on welling up some fake tears, but the pain of that slap caused real ones. He pulled the rest of his clothes off and tossed them aside. Straddling my head, he grabbed my long hair and pulled my face to his cock. "You got jizz up yer ass, but I'm still gonna need some lube on my shit if I'm gonna fuck ya. Suck it, bitch." He plunged into my mouth and throat, gagging me badly. I choked and sputtered, but he just laughed and took another gulp of the booze. "Ah, yeah, faggot! My bitch wife never gives head, and I fuckin' crave it! Suck my dick!!"

His tool tasted good, and I'd have loved to take my time and give him the kind of blowjob that he would have lost his shit over, but Zac was in control. It was all I could do not to throw up as he raped my throat. I had lost my gag reflex a long time before, but this kind of rough face-fucking caused it to come back. I don't think Zac would've even cared. For all I knew, if I threw up on his dick, he'd just make me eat my own puke. Although most of it went down into my throat, what I tasted of his slime was great. It was had a nice, strong flavor that with a proper blowjob would've made me intoxicated. But I was at his mercy, and I took his aggressiveness like the trained boy whore I was. Besides, if I tried to stop him, I'd only get hit again.

I gulped and gulped to get Zac's dick down, but soon he grunted and flooded my mouth and throat with his seed. He laid on top of my head and barreled his dick all the way into my esophagus. Fortunately, I'd long ago learned how to breathe through my nose during a blowjob, or I would have suffocated. Still, the force and volume of Zac's ejaculation caused his semen to gush out of my nostrils and out of the corners of my mouth. It ran down the sides of my face, and it was pungent in smell as well as in flavor. I don't know what he'd been eating, drinking, or smoking, but it was the most delicious cum I'd ever tasted to that point. I was a whore; I'd swallowed enough jizz to practically be a connoisseur.

Zac, like the alpha male he was, grunted and groaned throughout the orgasm. He tried shoving himself in my throat further, but he was already balls deep and seemed frustrated that he couldn't get his big cock to pop out of my ass. He pulled out of my face as quickly as he'd entered it and laughed at the sight of his sperm flowing from my nose and mouth. It oozed everywhere and soaked the sheets underneath my head. Great, I thought. I'll have to wash the sheets before Swank gets home tomorrow, or he'll beat the living shit outta me.

Zac hit me upside the head again, making some of his load spray onto the pillows, which I'd have to add to the wash. "You hot motherfucker," he slurred after taking another swig of his bottle. "You're nothin' but a real faggot whore!! Look at all that cum!! Fuckin'-A!!" He hit me again. "Now for that pussy!" Still in my victim mode, I turned onto my stomach as he grabbed me by the waist. I clawed at the wet sheets, pretending to try and get away, but Zac held me tight. "C'mere, you little shit!" he screamed as he pulled me toward him. I gritted my teeth, waiting for him to slam into my cunt like he had done with my mouth, and I wasn't disappointed. Pain stabbed into my brain from my backdoor as Zac nailed me. I wailed, and he simply laughed.

Swank had a floor-length mirror opposite the bed, and I could see myself for the first time taking cock. My mouth was wide open as I watched Zac hump into me. He was sweating profusely as he fucked me, shouting unintelligibly. I was still clawing the bed, pretending he was raping me, but I was really getting off on this. Each time his huge dick smashed my love button, my own 4-inch cocklet jerked. It was harder than it had ever been, and rubbing the bedspread was getting my motor running in the worst way. I screamed and yelped every so often, throwing in a "Please take it out!" or "It hurts!" or something similar, just to get Zac to fuck me harder. It definitely worked. Eventually, he smashed my head into the mattress to exert more power over me. The bed squeaked in protest, and I began to wonder if Zac would break the thing.

Finally, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Here it comes, you fuckin' bitch!! Hell, yeah!!" I felt his second load spray inside my rectum with great force. Zac pushed into me and held me into the mattress as he cursed and yelled. His dick went fucking wild in my pussy, ejecting his DNA so deep I thought I'd be drooling the shit. When he was done, I looked into the mirror and saw him down the rest of the Jack Daniels and redress. He saw me looking at the reflection and reached down and hit me hard on the back of my head. "You keep yer fuckin' head down! Don't you fuckin' dare get up `til I leave, you piece of shit!" I heard him stagger out of the bedroom and out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.

I was so fucking horny that I rolled over on my back and pushed two fingers up into my asshole. Feeling all of Zac's cum in there, knowing it was mixed with what was left of Shia LaBeouf's own special seed, caused my little dick to jerk. I grabbed it with my free hand and masturbated to the best dry orgasm any 8-year-old had ever had. My tiny penis jerked and convulsed. Who cares that I was shooting blanks? I was fucking awesome.

After I'd calmed down, and my body stopped shaking, I got off the bed, stripped it and the pillow cases, and took the whole bundle to the laundry room. I took a shower, then smoked a few cigarettes while washing and drying the sheets, bedspread, and pillow cases. When all of it was done, I redid Swank's bed and went into the living room to watch TV. I lit up another smoke and decided that because I didn't get paid for the fuck, I'd keep this night with Zachary Ty Bryan from Swank. The slut in me was more than satisfied with the way things turned out.