Making Miley Moan

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you?

This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.

Author's Note: Alright, so this is set in present day, which, at time of writing is 12/03/2011. It's 12:24 AM, making Miley Cyrus 18 and legal here in the U.K and most of the world. Again, as I said in the disclaimer, if you have to be 21 to read porn or it's the age of consent then I suggest you leave now. Also, I'm aware that some people may believe that I'm sick for writing about her at this age, but as far as I'm concerned she's legal so she's fair game to write about. If you don't like it, then C-S-S-A offers plenty of lovely other stories for your much needed feedback!

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I was being driven across down town Los Angeles with my little sister, Nina who had tickets for the Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana farewell tour. As far as I could understand it, Miley Cyrus, star of the Disney TV show Hannah Montana, had given up on the show and was focusing on making her own career as Miley Cyrus.

Nina had meant to be going with her friend, Nina, but unfortunately Katie got grounded and couldn't make the trip. Her parents had refunded me and we were left with one spare ticket. Unfortunately, none of Nina's friends could make it on such short notice. So, like a good big brother, I offered to look after her so I could drive her to and from the show.

Now, I should explain. Nina had been very ill earlier on in the year. Seriously, it was touch and go for a moment but she survived and as a treat I used most of my pay check to get her and her best friend tickets to go and see Miley/Hannah.

As a good will gesture, and I'm sure good publication for the tour, they gave us V.I.P tickets and we got to meet Miley before the show. It was there, we were sat in a limousine supplied by the company to take us to the Hilton where Miley was staying.

Now, I suppose a good question would be why I, her twenty two year old older brother would be taking her for the visit and why wasn't it one of our parents?

Well, I'm a whore.

Yes very funny, let's all laugh at me but in the end I'm the one getting laid while you're sat at your desk jerking off. I was working as an exotic dancer at a ladies club when I was... Discovered. I was called into the back to give a private dance when I met with my contact Tina.

She was a fairly over-weight woman who was dressed well. When I first entered I suspected that she was some form of stock broker. Boy, was I wrong. She asked me if I knew what a gigolo was. I was well aware, she asked me if I wanted to become one. Suspecting it was for her, I declined politely. She then explained that she worked for Disney and was in the habit of getting the stars sexed so they wouldn't break it out in public.

I was skeptical until I saw the pay they were offering. It was too good to miss up, needless to say, I joined up and haven't looked back since. So, I was on the way to see Miley and get her sexed. She had contracted me for straight up sex and that was it. It worked for me so I just had to survive through the terrible, terrible pop show.

We were sat in the limo dressed smartly. Nina had her blonde hair in pigtails and was wearing a blue sundress while I was dressed in a casual smart kind of way. I had on a black polo shirt with some olive khaki shorts. That bit didn't particularly thrill me but this evening wasn't exactly for me, it was for Nina.

We had been given a leaflet about her, nothing that Nina didn't know already. She was cute. I wouldn't call her drop dead gorgeous though. You know how Kristen Stewart has something about her that makes her quite bone-able? Well, Miley has the same thing. Nina was reading the leaflet, scoffing that she already knew all of the facts about her, I simply enjoyed the pictures.

On one picture, she was on stage and had her long brown hair down and was wearing an outfit that I wasn't too sure was suitable for kids. It was a two piece affair with a tankini top and short hot pants on, they were both a golden mesh color and she was wearing stockings with knee high boots. It certainly looked good on her, and people wondered why little girls were dressing so trampy. I think it was one of those times in pop starlet's lives where they decided they weren't going to be pop any more and were going to be rock. Never really lasted, but there you go.

We got to the show and as we were about to go and find out seats.

"All right. Should we go get our seats?" I asked, as Nina bounced around excitedly.

One of the privileges of being at the front in the V.I.P section was that no one else was in yet. Looking around at the venue, it was huge. There was room for easily twenty thousand people in here. It made me wonder how she managed it. The stage itself was a large platform with lots of pole sticking from the ground up to the ceiling. There was also lighting that was currently off and the venue's main lights were illuminating the scenery.

Nina had slipped into her new Miley t-shirt and was bouncing up and down from being so excited about the whole thing. Soon, the screaming girls came in and the venue started to fill up. Sighing, I took my seat. I could care less about what was to come next.

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The show had ended and as our instructions, we were to wait behind so a rep could come and find us. Nina was yawning a lot and resting her head on my shoulder. I had fired off a text message to Mom, explaining that we would be back later. Mom wasn't aware of my life and she assumed I was just being a good big brother and looking after his little sister. She replied saying it was fine, tomorrow was a Saturday any way so it wasn't as if Nina needed to get to school.

A young girl in her late twenties looked over and found us. She came up and asked us for our names, checking it off with the names on her list. She grinned and waved us through; the ushers broke open the chain fence and let us walk past. Just off to the side was an older woman, Tina had called her Heather, with Miley who had now changed into normal clothes. I had Nina in my arms now as she was extremely tired; she had confessed to me earlier that she hadn't slept because she was so excited.

Heather looked at Nina and mouth to me. "Is she asleep?"

I nodded and Heather matched it. We walked towards the limo and got inside it. I lay her down next to me and buckled her in. Getting in, with Miley and Heather we began a conversation in whispers.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Miley asked, leaning closer to me, putting her hand on my exposed knee. She lightly squeezed the joint as we talked.

"It's not really my thing." I said, answering as diplomatically as I could.

"Really? Not even the outfits?" She asked with a grin, running her hand up my leg ever so slowly. Heather caught this and lightly slapped Miley's hand away. She nodded at her P.A's instructions and smiled.

"I like to wear those sort of things for the Dad's. They must get so bored with their daughters there. At least they have something to look at. Right Heather?" She asked with a grin.

Heather smiled and nodded her head, casting a glance to Nina, Heather then leant in.

"If we put her in the next room is she going to be OK?"

"Yeah. She sleeps like a light. I'm sure she'll be fine, if not I'll only be in the next room right?"

"Yep, once we've had some grown up stuff? Right Benny-Boy?" Miley said with a grin, squeezing my kneecap again.

"Uhhh... Right." I said, politely smiling to match Miley's grin. She then leant back and simply looked at me every now and again, her smile getting a little wider each time.

The car came to a stop and we were outside the Hilton. The driver then opened up the door and let us out. Scooping Nina up in my arms, I lifted her out of the seat and we walked inside. Stepping into the elevator, Miley's hands were restless, like she wanted to put them somewhere but she wasn't quite sure as to where. Staring straight forward, I felt something brush past my back and rest above my ass but I wasn't completely sure as to what it was. The doors swung open and we stepped out.

Heather ushered us to the room next door to Miley's.

Whispering, she spoke to me. "Do you want to put her down on the bed?"

"Sure, I'll be right next door Nina." I whispered to her as I lay her down on the bed. Heather had a nice warm smile on her face as Miley tugged on my arm.

"C'mon! Let's go!" We walked through the corridor and into her room. Closing the door behind us, she grinned. Gesturing for me to take a seat, she spoke to Rico, who was just out of earshot. He nodded and stepped outside, getting every body else out as well.

"Just us now then!" She said with a smile. Sitting down next to me, awkwardly close. She leant down and unzipped her boots, swinging her legs up and resting them on my lap.

"Oh shit." She cursed aloud, looking at me.

"What's up?" I asked, getting apprehensive, unsure if she'd hurt herself.

"I totally forgot to shower after the show! Do you mind if I go now?" She asked, biting on her lip in an unbelievably sexy fashion.

Waving my hands in an 'it's all cool' fashion, I shook my head. "Not at all! Go for it." She grinned and gave me a hug, tightly wrapping herself around me.

"Cool, thanks so much! Do you want to watch some TV? Order a pay per view movie or something? You can raid the mini bar as well if you like."

"Thanks Miley, if that's OK with you?"

"Sure, go for it!" She hopped up off the couch and walked into the bathroom. I got up and walked over to the mini bar, looking through it, I found a bottle of Jack Daniels. Directly next to it, there was an ice bucket and just above the bar, there were two glasses. Unsure if Miley wanted one, I called out to her.

"Miley, I'm having some Jack Daniels. Would you like some?"

"Yes please! With ice!" She shouted out to me, jets of water filled the room as she showered.

Nodding, I poured her a glass as well and filled it with ice. Sitting down on the couch, I pulled out my wallet and keys, placing them on the coffee table in front of me. I grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on. Scrolling through the channels, I found a late night sports show talking about the latest football game. Settling in, I relaxed on the couch and attacked the whiskey.

Minutes had passed and Miley walked out, her long brown hair had a shine to it, as it was still wet. It was dangling down from her head and resting on the towel, she had wrapped around herself, but that was it for clothing, unless you count a smile.

"Sorry I took forever, but I must've stunk!" She said with a grin, sitting down next to me, she again swung her feet up and rested them on my lap.

"Well, I didn't notice anything, but it's not like you were all night in there." I said, smiling. She reached over and picked up her glass, sipping at the whiskey I was amazed at the fact that she didn't recoil at the taste.

"I guess growing up in the south does that huh?" I said with a smile as she noticed my surprise.

"Yeah. I love whiskey." She said, rearranging herself on the couch, I couldn't help but notice her towel rise up a little higher with each wriggle. She was pretending not to notice, but I could see up her towel, noting that her pussy was clean-shaven and it looked like it was wet. We chatted like this for a while, working our way through the bottle of whiskey. After the last drop was drunk, Miley spoke to me.

"Now, this is going to be really weird, but do you mind if I snuggle with you?"

"Pardon me?" I asked, almost as if I misheard her.

"Snuggle. I'd like to feel those big arms around me." She said, swinging her legs off me and sitting next to me.

"Uh... Sure." I said, lifting my right arm, I let Miley curl up next to me.

She jumped up on her knees and hugged me tightly; straddling me, she put her knees on either side of me. If any paparazzi had walked in then, they would have got a very compromising shot of the both of us. Miley tightened her grip, signaling me to hug her as well. I put my arms around her, letting her smile and curl up.

Miley began to rearrange herself on my lap, almost as she was grinding on me. I was about to say something when I felt her hard nipples rub up against my chest. Needless to say, I started to get hard. Miley let out an 'oh' sound and looked down at my groin.

The brown-haired woman grinned and looked up at me.

"My, my. Maybe we should have some real fun?" She said with a grin. Breaking from the hug, Miley fiddled with the towel and it fell from her lovely body. She tossed the towel at me and walked over to the bed.

Crooking her finger, she beckoned, nay taunted me to come and get them. As I climbed onto the bed with her, Miley wrapped herself around my arm and tugged me closer. She quickly lunged for my lips.

Planting her lips on mine, she kissed me. Peppering my lips with hers, she flicked her tongue out and nudged against my mouth. I opened my mouth and let her win. Her tongue slid into my mouth and wrapped itself around mine, sucking on it gently.

She had now wrapped her arms around my neck and was moaning into the kiss. My arms were resting around her waist, but they quickly slid up to her breasts, squeezing her mounds made her moan even more so.

Eventually we broke the kiss; Miley smiled and lightly kissed my bottom lip. Running her hands all over my body, she gave a wolf whistle as I took my shirt off. I was going to get my shorts too, but she stopped me.

"I'll get them." She said with a smile. Unbuttoning the top button, she unzipped them and as I rolled over, she slid them down my legs. I kicked them off and raised my ass in the air so she could get my boxers off as well. Sinking her teeth into my underwear, she then tugged them down with her teeth as well, my dick springing free, smacking her in the face.

"Well then... What do we have here?" She asked, admiring my eight-inch shaft. It was already hard and bobbing in the air as she looked over it. I sat down on the very comfortable bed, and smiled, putting my hands behind my head.

"It won't bite... It may spit though."

"Really? How will it do that?" She asked, playfully. Putting a finger in her mouth, she sucked on the digit while looking extra innocent at the same time.

"Well, why don't you give it a kiss? Or maybe let it have a home in your mouth?" I asked, as she took the finger from her mouth and slid it along the base of my shaft.

"Will that make it spit?"

"Maybe... Why don't you see?" I was very confident. Still, part of my charm I suppose.

"Alright, let's see." She said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mmmmm.... Yeah that's good..." I moaned as the gorgeous pop sensation stroked my thick cock with both of her hands. Miley raised an eyebrow as she glanced up at me, locking her, lust-heavy seductive eyes on mine she lowered her head and flicked the head of my dick with her soft, wet tongue. She brushed her tongue against the head of my cock before she opened her, soft, wet and soothing mouth, immediately taking my cock into her mouth.

Sighing heavily again, I ran my hands through her brown, wet hair, licking my lips. Tasting the remains of her lip-gloss, I looked down at her as she went to work, bobbing her head on my stiff cock.

"Mmmmm... Yeah... That's really good..." I moaned, putting both of my hands on her shoulders, closing my eyes.

"Mmmm... Mmmmm..." Miley moaned, as the sultry singer smoothly bobbed her head on my cock, gently lapping her wet tongue around my shaft.

"Ohhhh yeah... Jesus Miley... That's good..." I moaned, I wasn't lying either. I'd had girls suck me off before and Miley was a pro. Maybe that was how she made it? Who knows? I brushed her hair back, so I could see her mouth being penetrated by my meat. Miley's hands had roamed all over my body, running up my chest and all over my thighs, before settling on cupping my thighs. Her nails dug into them as she sucked my cock.

Her soft, pouty lips were normally accused of her making the 'duck face' in photos. That's the look where they suck their cheeks in and push their lips out, y'know? Like a duck? But I couldn't help but praise them as they rubbed up against my shaft as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head along my thick eight-inch cock.

"Mmmm..." She moaned, obviously enjoying herself, with every moan she made, the vibrations would shake along my shaft nearly doubling my pleasure. Looking up, she locked her desirable eyes with mine and smacked her tongue against the bottom side of my shaft.

Making eye contact, I licked my teeth slowly as I watched her suck on my hard, thick dick. She smiled around my shaft and continued to bob up and down on it, keeping eye contact with me as much as she could any way.

Changing her pace, Miley was taking in roughly five out of my eight inches and with every drop down she made; she would squeeze on my thighs making me groan. She seemed to enjoy this activity, as whenever she did it, she'd moan too.

Slowing her pace down, I looked down at her and watched her smirk seductively. Taking my shaft out of her mouth, she looked up at me and spat on my already wet shaft. Slowly, smoothly stroking my shaft she covered my entire member with her spit making all of my dick wet.

"Mmmmm... Shit..." I moaned, tilting my head back a bit as she stroked my long, hard cock with her soft, gentle hands. Closing my eyes, I felt the brunette pop star on her knees in front of me; liberally spread her saliva inch over every inch of my cock. Smiling up at me, not that I'd know of course, she opened her hot, sweet mouth and took my dick into her greedy little mouth, saliva dripping all around the seal her lips had made. Wrapping her pouty lips around my shaft again, with much more ease she begins to bob her head again, sucking all of my cock.

Leaning against the backboard of the bed, I came back to my senses and looked down, watching the teen sensation go to work. She was now easily bobbing up and down on my member, getting more and more in her greedy, slutty mouth

"Fuck me... Mmmm... Shit yeah..." I moaned as Miley's warm spit dripped along my shaft, collecting in a pool at the base of my member. But, like the trooper she is, with each drop down, she would scoop it all up just to let it fall back down again. She gave a very messy blowjob, not that I was complaining of course.

"Mmmm... Mmmm...." Miley moaned softly as she smoothly bobbed her head up and down, getting every inch of my shaft wet. Sucking at a pace that increased gradually, I could tell she was getting ready for the grand finale as her lips started to spill more and more saliva. My nuts were starting to tighten and I felt the cum start to rise up as her soft lips rubbed against my shaft.

"Ahhh... Yeah... Miley... I'm going to cum..." I moaned, licking my already chapped lips as she bobbed her head faster and faster on my dick, while keeping her soft sensual lips pressed tightly around my meaty dick. I put my left hand on her head and ran my fingers through her wet hair, watching her with a probably maniacal smile on my face.

Miley gave up all skill or systematic style of blowing me. Letting it all go, she simply raised and dropped her mouth. Spit sailing out of her soft lips, splashing against my lap as she sucked with wild abandon. Rubbing her hands on my thighs, she seemed to get restless as she sucked more and more of my cock, just waiting for me to announce that I was cumming. Taking one last drastic action, Miley simply threw herself on my shaft, being impaled orally by my member. As she face fucked herself, my eyes started to dim and flicker. Soon, I was ready to cum, wrapping her hair up in my fingers. I gasped out loud and my hips raised up off of the bed. This was it and Miley knew it.