El Hoyo Blanco
featuring Selena Gomez & Theresa Mingus
A canon continuation of Noopster’s ‘El Hoyo Negro’
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
by Marauder.
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July, 2021
“God. I don’t think you understand just how good you look in that bikini,” Selena’s best friend and ex-assistant said to the Baila Conmigo singer, as she stood in front of a large mirror. “I really wish you had let me put your name on this one instead of the other one, you look so damn hot…Not something I’ve been able to say lately.”
Selena rolled her eyes at Theresa’s remark, yet another dig at her subdued and often TOO casual choices in wardrobe and activities over the past couple of years. Normally guarded and clad in cozy sweaters, even in the dead of summer, Selena had instead traded all of that for the most revealing swimsuit of the collection, The Marie top & bottom. The tear dropped shaped triangle bikini tops, cupping her voluptuous breast, the straps criss-crossed and wrapped around her back, begging to be pulled and the thong bottom, barely covering any of her ass as the knots clung tightly to her hips. “I know, T, but naming a sexy swimsuit after my mom [The Mandy] felt weird, and there’s no way anyone would have believed that I designed a hotter one than you.”
“Not with the way you’ve been acting the last couple of years,” the swimsuit entrepreneur said under her breath again as she walked from the make-shift makeup studio into the bathroom.
“What was that?,” Selena asked matter of factly, not letting her friend get away with her snarky remark.
“It’s just...you’ve been on this track to better yourself and you seem happy and I love that. But sometimes I just miss my old friend,” Theresa said from the other room.
“What, is this not sexy enough?,” Selena said, as Theresa came back into the room to find her best friend completely naked in front of the mirror.
“I don’t think we’ll sell any bikinis if you go out like that,” she said, biting her lip as she eyed the blonde singer up and down.
“Ugh, fine, I guess I’ll have to put the bikini back on,” the singer said, rolling her eyes, “Just let me take a photo first.”
“Haven’t you taken enough already?” Theresa smirked, twirling her friends bikini pieces around her finger.
“You know me, I love a good selfie,” the Texan replied, taking one last candid shot, her lips pouting and her arms ever so slightly pushing her massive breasts forward, accentuating their fullness for the camera. “Alright, come on, give me the bikini, they’re waiting for us out there.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to model for me some more? I’m sure the guests could wait a little longer…”
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“I want to thank you all for coming out to celebrate the launch of La’ Mariette x Selena Gomez! My business partner Morgan [Brutocao] and I are thrilled with the overwhelming response we’ve gotten so far,” Theresa said to the people gathered to celebrate the successful relaunch of the swimsuit company, “And to you, Selena, my friend and muse. I want to thank you for everything, as always. Your friendship, your guidance, your support, and your desire to help out a friend in need. Collaborating with you again was incredible and I learned so much from your decisions and creative direction. And on top of all that, you even offered to model the line for us, guaranteeing it would grab the attention of pretty much the whole world. Everyone take a look at how hot my friend is!” Up on the small podium, she matched the brand co-founders, the famous blonde blushed at the praise and attention. The speech was interrupted by a raucous applause before Morgan grabbed the microphone from her partner, “The Aura print is inspired by Selena, her aura shines through in everything she does and we want everyone else to feel that sort of transformative feeling of being their most authentic self. Selena’s confidence is unmatched and being able to design a print with her which embodies that is so rewarding. Thank you for letting us work with you, Selena, we love you!”
The business partners wallowed in another loud applause celebrating their latest collaboration with Selena Gomez. Not only had the musician helped with the design of these special bathing suits, but she had once again starred in the ad campaign. Instead of the relatively tame shots or the impromptu backyard shots from the launch of the brands first iteration, the new shoot featured a blonde Selena, confidently showing off her voluptuous new body in multiple sexy swimsuits and tantalizing poses. It was the most intimate and exposed photoshoot she had done in years, and it nearly broke the internet when the pictures dropped on July 4th. Theresa’s company took pride in catering to bodies of all types and sizes so having Selena, who at this point was so different from the skinny 18 year old girl everyone remembered, being comfortable and confident was so perfectly on brand.
After they were done with the speeches, Theresa and Selena paraded enthusiastically around the lush Malibu Mansion talking with family and friends, signing autographs for several of the company’s investors, taking photos with the La’ Mariette and Rare Beauty employees, as well as several hand-chosen influencers for swimwear and makeup companies. By Hollywood standards, this was a very intimate event and Selena, despite a few reservations, helped model the swimsuit line in a very similar manner to the photoshoot that had caused such a stir around the internet. While not directly for her, Selena was the guest of honor, laughing with all of the guests, helping the patrons copy the overtly sexual gestures and poses as the guests ogled her full-figured form and took pictures with her. There was something that blonde hair did to the Texan starlet. As the day carried on, a majority of guests began to leave and Selena finally began to unwind as all the excitement began to wear off, helping herself to a few drinks and celebratory shots. Though she heeded her doctor's words most of the time, she would sometimes go for the occasional drink in private settings where the tabloids couldn’t make it a story. “In moderation,” the notoriously bad drinker said, echoing her doctor's orders as she clanked glasses with Theresa and, before long, both girls had grown tipsy and loose.
The pair of buxom blondes sat inside a moderately sized tent set up in the mansion’s backyard, decorated to look like a cross between a VIP lounge and a hole in the wall cantina. “I know that on the surface this all a big party for the brand—,” Theresa started.
“And I’m so proud of you for all of this, T!,” Selena interrupted.
“No, I’m the one who’s proud of you,” Theresa said, grabbing her best friend’s hand, “How you put yourself out there with all of this. Especially after how guarded you’ve been the last couple of years.”
The blonde singer sighed, staring at the clear liquid dancing in her glass as she twirled it around. “I just… I’m not that person anymore.”
“Ugh, you keep saying that--”
“Because it’s true! I’m tired of being objectified, there’s more to me than my body.”
“Everyone knows that, Sel, that doesn’t mean you need to hide it like a grandma though. Look, look at how well received this campaign is,” Theresa urged, clumsily getting off the barstool to show Selena the stuff on her phone, “Everyone is saying you look amazing!”
“Please don’t show me the thirsty tweets again,” the singer protested, pushing away the screen being shoved in her face, “It makes me so uncomfortable when all people wanna talk about is my body.”
Theresa's eyes were inexorably drawn to Selena's juicy ass, the way the stool and the rest of her body squished the fat of her ass cheeks out of the seat. She licked her lips, too distracted to say anything back.
"Hello? Are you listening?"
“Uh, yeah, I'm listening," the horny entrepreneur finally replied as she got on her feet, "But you’re modeling bikinis, stupid, of course they’re gonna talk about your huge tits and this fat ass!"
"Theresa!" Selena cried out as her best friend grabbed a handful of ass cheek and shamelessly squeezed the fat between her fingers.
"What?" Theresa laughed, slowly running her fingers up Selena's lower back in that very familiar way that always led to something more. The Latina complained, even as she turned her head slightly to allow Theresa's chin to rest on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around her from behind, "Can we have one conversation without you fondling me?"
"Of course we can, but it's more fun this way." Theresa's hands moved to cup her friend's two giant tits, making the singer squirm and sigh softly as she began to massage them slowly and gently in wide, circular patterns.
"Why do you always do this?" Selena moaned, her eyes now closed and her hands joining Theresa's in playing with her ample chest.
"Why do you always let me?" Theresa's reply was in perfect sync with the act of pulling the cups of her bikini top aside, freeing her enormous tits from their constraints as Selena gasped in pleasant shock and surprise.
"I... oohhh..." the singer sighed again, her speech taken away by the expert rolling of her nipples between Theresa's middle and ring fingers in each hand, quickly melting in her best friend's arms like she'd done so many times before.
"Come on, Sel, cut the shit. All those comments about how fucking hot you look... all the men thirsting after these delicious tits of yours... all those hard dicks being stroked around the world, just for you... You're gonna tell me none of that made you wet?"
"...Maybe," the singer giggled, her left hand following Theresa's as it slowly made its way down her stomach.
"How about those screenshots I sent you from the guys at my gym?"
"The ones where they're telling you how much they want to fuck me? Yeah, I saw them."
Theresa found the straps dangling from Selena's hips and with a quick pull her bikini bottom came undone from the left side. "They've all been beggin for your number, all you need to do is say the word."
Selena gasped when Theresa's finger brushed her pussy, and her right hand clenched tightly around her friend's and her own breast, "Will you ever stop trying to pimp me out to your friends?"
"Oh you don't like it anymore? Because the Selena I remember used to fucking love it.”
“I’m not that--”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re not that person anymore, I know, but do you remember that weekend with Sebastián in Miami?" Theresa's fingers spread her lips, her pussy was dripping wet and ready for anything. "That was... a long time ago," Selena struggled to say as Theresa teased her clit very delicately.
"Was it? Or are you just saying that because you spent 2 days locked in a hotel room with a married man?”
Selena threw her head back, clearly turned on by the memories. Relishing the cute little moans coming out of her best friend, Theresa continued rubbing her clit and evoking more of Selena’s wild escapades from before she’d decided to turn her life around. “Remember that time you had a fight with Abel and we fucked those two rappers he signed to his label? What were their names again?"
"Nav and Black Atlass," Selena moaned as her friend dipped a finger into her warm, wet hole.
"Oh yeah... Fuck, you were such a sexy bitch that night, the way you rode that big fat cock--"
"Theresa..." she moaned.
Another finger joined the first one inside, Selena's left hand grabbed the counter for balance as her best friend began to finger her, whispering in her ear, "You were so fucking hungry for it..."
"Theresa..." she moaned again, biting her lip and rolling her hips to meet her friend's fingers on each push.
"The way you milked every last drop out of that thing..."
"Ohhwmm... T..." Selena moaned one more time, right before the clang of metal falling on metal scared her on to her feet. "What the hell? I thought everyone had left already!" she cried out while hastily fixing her skimpy bikini to cover herself.
"Relax, it's just the tent crew," Theresa smiled before licking the pussy juice on her fingers.
“What do you mean relax? Someone could’ve walked in here and saw us!”
Theresa shrugged. “We could always go inside the house if you want.”
“Can you just stop being horny for a second?”
“Ugh, when did you become such a prude? Where’s the girl I used to know who never wore a bra and used to make sure her nipples were hard before going out in public to make her ex jealous?”
Selena smirked as she picked up her cup and took a drink, not dignifying her friend's challenge with an answer.
“Come on, Sel, when’s the last time you had a good one night stand?”
“I...it was--”
“Don’t bullshit me. I know you weren’t fucking anyone during--”
“You know I’ve been focusing on my health… and my new business… and my music… and--”
“Sel! You can do all of this while getting laid! It’s good for you, you know. And based on the way you’ve been acting, it was probably Mexico.”
“Hey!I told you about Aaron--”
“Are you two okay in here?,” a voice cut through.
“Yes, we’re good,” Selena responded, but Theresa refused to let the help leave, “Carlooooo, I’m thirsty!” She waved her drink and clanked the ice against the sides as Selena struggled to make herself decent.
“As you wish,” the handsome Italian responded, closing the tent door behind him as he stepped behind the bar. He worked from memory, his eyes trained on the scantily clad women in front of them in matching aura print bikinis. As he poured the liquor into the cups, he could tell both girls were already plenty intoxicated and well on their way to having a fun night. “Here you go,” he put the cups on the bar, his eyes jumping back and forth between each girl's rack, hoping, waiting for one of their tits to fall out of the tight tops. Carlo was a regular for the friend group. His discretion over the years was second to none and he was valued to the point of being the first call whenever a waiter or bartender...or servant was needed for a party. He was extremely good looking and suave, quickly making small talk with the two girls as he packed away the extra components of the bar they weren’t using. “So Mexico...,” he paused as he made the two another drink. “...I overheard you talking about it when I came in. What happened there?”
Selena’s brown eyes shot dagger at Theresa, who simply smirked back at her, unphased by the reaction.
“That was the last time this girl came to a bar, let loose and had a bit of fun with me,” Theresa said to the bartender, smitten by his good looks as her friend took a sip of her drink, momentarily relieved at the response. “...she hooked up with a bunch of guys too.”
“THERESA!,” She shouted, almost choking on her drink.
The devious blonde simply giggled and looked at the bartender, who’s curious smile grew bigger. Theresa and Carlo began to catch up, learning what he had been up to since their last event while a red faced Selena drowned her embarrassment in a cup.
“Ahh so that must have been the Aaron you were talking about when I walked…”
“Do you want to have some fun?,” Theresa boldly asked the bartender as he served them again, ignoring his comment.
“Is that a trick question?,” he stared at them.
“Theresa,” Selena tried to interject
“Yes or no?”
“Of course I do.”
Theresa picked up a nearly empty bottle of vodka, dumped the remnants on the floor behind the bar and gave it a hard twirl on the bar. The three watched it spin and spin until the neck was pointing at Carlo as if the ring leader had willed it into place, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” the server said confidently, leaning forward to see what Theresa would request.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded without hesitation. Selena giggled at how forward her friend was being, even with his button up shirt and unflattering suit pants on, it was evident how in shape he was. Carlo smirked and began to unbutton his shirt, “Mind if I have a drink?”
“Not at all, here…,” Theresa handed him the empty bottle, “...but it’s your turn first.” He gave the bottle a strong spin and poured himself a drink, watching as it slowed down and landed on Selena. “Truth”
“Tell me about Mexico. What really happened at the bar?”
“Um... well,” Selena took a big swing of her drink and finished it while Theresa watched to see how she’d respond.
“It was my cousin’s bachelorette party, Theresa forced me to go to this skeezy little bar with her…,” The bikini mogul leaned in, eager to see what Selena would actually own up too. “...And we got a bit carried away, letting the guys get a little frisky while they “taught” us how to play pool, and we made a few bets we couldn’t pay,” she convincingly lied through her teeth, her friend smirking and giving her a wink.
“How many guys was it?,” he asked her, choosing to forgo any judgement and keep the mood light, “Theresa said it was a bunch.”
“One spin, one question!,” she said as she quickly spun the bottle and watched as it landed on Carlo once again. “So..how often do you stay behind and hang out with the hosts?,” Selena asked, biting her lip as she finished the question.
“It’s infrequent, but it happens.”
“Oh yeah? Are you always shirtless like this?”
“With those abs on display!?,” Theresa spoke over her, drawing Selena’s attention to his six pack.
“Not as often as you’re thinking,” he chuckled.
“...And how often is that?”
“This isn’t the first time, but I never kiss...ehem...hang and tell. As you both know, discretion is a valued commodity in the circles I work in!” he responded, giving her a sly look, an unspoken reminder of his loyalty. He matter-of-factly turned the bottle and pointed it toward Theresa, “truth or dare?”
“Dare,” she said, not breaking eye contact.
“Take off your top.”
She glared at him and slowly reached behind her back and pulled on the knot, letting the the straps pull free and unwind around her torso. She pulled on one of the straps holding the loosened garment around her neck and put the tip just into her mouth. Leaning forward, she grabbed Carlo and kissed him, putting the tip of the strap in his mouth and as he pulled away, the top fell free and landed on the floor, her tits jiggling in the open air, clad only in the thin gold body jewelry she had on.
“You slut!,” Selena giggled, as she stared at Theresa’s bare chest and bit her lip, thinking about just how hot and turned on she continued to be. Theresa winked at her, then grabbed the bottle and spun it. The glass mouth landed on the singer. “Truth or--”
“Dare,” Selena said, visibly stirred by the way the game was going.
“Alright then, make out with Carlo.” Theresa’s dare was rather PG, but the party host knew that if she could push a tipsy Selena just past her comfort zone, she’d loosen up and be willing to have more fun, just like in that dirty Mexican bathroom. She didn’t give Selena the chance to react and spun her barstool around so that she was facing the topless bartender. “Hey,” he said, reaching and pulling her up so that she was no longer slouched in the chair. “Hi,” she said softly, their lips coming closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against each other and the pair were making out feverishly. Feeling very proud of herself, Theresa sipped her drink, massaging her own tits as she watched her prudish friend finally opening up and enjoying herself.
Things got heated as Carlo’s hands explored Selena’s back and hips and she was so horny that she began to melt at his touch. Their lips broke only so that he could begin to kiss her neck and then she felt another very familiar set of hands touching her body. Suddenly, she felt the strap pop around her chest and Theresa’s soft hands run up her stomach and cup her large breasts, gently massaging them as her own hands continued to explore Carlo’s chiseled abs and muscular physique. Despite her reservations about engaging in a threesome after being on the straight and narrow for so long, the feeling was too good to try and stop, even more so once her friend finally removed her top. Selena cooed and moaned between the two until Theresa pinched her nipple, sending a jolt through her body and knocking her elbow into the bottle on the bar.
“Uh oh,” Theresa softly said into Selena’s ear. “What’s uh, oh,” she panted, breaking her kiss with the Italian. Abruptly, Selena was pulled from Carlo and spun so that she was facing her friend, “The bottle landed on me and I picked dare. Now…,” she gave Selena a peck on the lips, “...I accept you dare.”
There was no hesitation, no second guessing it. The two topless blondes quickly were at each other's lips. Their hands viciously exploring each other’s bodies as two former lovers might. Carlo was quick to move to the side so that he could watch the show in front of him, watch how the tongues intertwined, how their fat breasts pushed and mashed together. Theresa took Selena’s hand and reached out to the side, leading her to Carlo’s pants. The two of them began to tease the man, pulling him close and letting their fingers trace around the outline of his hard cock while still keeping their focus on each other. It wasn’t until Theresa pushed her back and started to kiss her upper chest that Selena realized her friend had undone the bartender's pants and started to pull them down. The pop singer did her best to keep the teasing up as his pants fell down around his ankles. Theresa cupped the star’s huge tits and leaned back, offering them to Carlo, who wasted no time getting his mouth on them as she leaned back and took in the sight of the actress relishing the attention.
“Ther...Theresa...the window, someone’s trying to watch us!,” Selena exclaimed, trying to half push Carlo off herself and half trying to cover herself with him. “Calm down, I’ll take care of this,” the promiscuous blonde said and left the pair alone, confidently venturing into the backyard topless. In her absence, Carlo spun Selena so that she was facing him and dropped his boxers. His well above average cock sprung free as he leaned in deeper and kissed her again. “Truth or dare?,” he asked while starting to run his fingers along her pussy through the bikini bottom. Selena wiggled in her seat, but was hesitant to respond without Theresa there. “Look,” he moved out of the way so that she could see the window, “you can barely even tell that's Theresa,” he said, the window doing its (unintended) job well enough to obscure the finer details on the other side. Selena couldn’t believe that she had once again allowed Theresa to trick her into a crazy encounter. She knew what she was doing was stupid and risky, but she had already gone too far to deny herself the pleasure. “Dare,” she muttered softly.
Carlo took her hand and brought it back to his shaft. He didn’t need to vocalize it. She kissed him again and began stroking his cock, stopping only to let the spit fall from her mouth to lube up his shaft. “What’s your dare?,” she whispered seductively as she increased her speed. “Ahhhhh...take those bottoms off and let me fuck that sweeeeeet pussy,” he moaned, his breathing growing more and more labored. His finger was pushing firmly against her slit, the aura patterned fabric pushing into her wet hole. Selena bit his bottom lip as she ran her thumb over her slick cockhead, “Slow down, you get one dare, not two,” she moaned into his mouth. She was wet, and eager. Theresa knew how to press all the right buttons to push her over the edge, but she was still trying to take control of the situation and slow Carlo down; after all, this was her best friend's night, and she was part of the pending festivities. The blonde singer worked the length of his shaft, making sure to coat him in her saliva, spreading her legs wider and wider as the bartender toyed with her. His hands ran over her thighs and up to her hips, stopping at the knots, holding the colorful bottom in place. “Do it,” she broke their kiss, letting him pull the strings and watch her trimmed pussy slowly be revealed to him. Selena reached down and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth and sucking on the digit to get him wet before returning it to the entrance of her treasured hole.
“Oh godddd,” she moaned as Carlo began to finger her. She held him tight against her neck as he began to kiss her, working his way down until she was leaning back against the bar and he was sucking on her nipples, his free hand roaming her ample chest, doing his best to give attention to whichever he wasn’t sucking. The singer was losing the self control she was so desperately trying to hold on to while she waited for Theresa to get back. The more he pushed, the deeper his fingers went, and the faster Selena stroked. “Truth or dare,” she asked, spitting down on his shaft once more. Carlo didn’t respond, the wet sounds of their mutual masturbation were the loudest noise in the room. “I’ll take that as a dare,” she whispered in his ear seductively. “I want you to--,” before she could finish she felt his shaft buck suddenly and then the feeling of a warm liquid spraying against her stomach, “What the fuck!?”
“I’m sorry, this never happens!,” They both looked at her cum covered stomach. “It’s just--”
“It’s just what?”
“You’re fucking Selena Gomez and-”
“Ughhh, just leave,” she cut him off.
“But–”
“No, we're done here, Carlo.”
Theresa walked back into the tent just as the spent bartender made his way to the door, his pants disheveled and his shirt in his hand, “Uhhh, sorry,’ he said, nearly pushing Theresa out of the way. “What the hell happened!?”
“Look at me!,” Selena said as she finished loosely retying her bottom straps, spinning toward the blonde and presenting her stomach with Carlo’s cum all over it. “It’s always the same shit, Theresa, I try to hook up with a ‘normal’ guy and they always have issues because of who I am.”
“What if I had a solution to your problem,” Theresa stepped close, her own chest glistening with streaks of white across it.
“What the fuck, T, did you su-”
“I told you I’d take care of it,” she said with a big smile. “I have the answer to your problem, and it’s right outside.”
“What are you--? No, no way. Are you fucking crazy?”
“But they have no idea who you are! That means no issues.”
“I’m not sucking some random guy's dick just like that.”
“You didn’t have any problem doing it in Mexico.”
Selena hesitated as her best friend pushed against her, “C’mon, look how far you’ve already gone today.” She pushed her hand down Selena’s bathing suit and slid along her primed pussy, eliciting a soft moan from the singer, “I know you’re horny.” She was helpless when Theresa took control like this. “Remember how much fun we had?”
"...Maybe a little…”
"So think about it... those tent guys were checking you out when they saw us come in here. That means there's probably gonna be a line out there fighting to get their dicks into this hole,” Theresa said as she walked over to the tent's window and pulled down a velcroed flap, revealing an opening beneath the hazy window.
“Did you do that?,” Selena questioned, not putting this level of premeditated debauchery past her friend.
“Hehe, do you really think I’d do something like that?,” she asked rhetorically, with Selena giving her a very heavy side eye. “I noticed it when I was outside before, they used the one on the other side to run the water in… but this one, you can use to show me you still know how to have fun."
“Did you tell them I was going to--”
“I didn’t tell them anything, I just told them to keep an eye on that spot. Now it’s up to you.
"I..."
Theresa walked back over to the Texan and put her hand back into her bottom, "You said it yourself, you’re tired of guys knowing who you are and leaving you frustrated. And none of these guys know who you are, Blondelena. They just know you're a hot piece of ass. Which means that once again, this shit is completely anonymous. You won't know whose dick you're sucking and they have no fucking clue you're famous. What could be more perfect for you than this?"
Selena bit her lip, “I… I can’t, Mexico was one thing but this is totally different.”
“It’s not that different. Still you and me and a bunch of horny men waiting outside.”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I can…” the singer said, but in her expression, Theresa could see she was getting to her. Theresa pulled her close, mashing her tits with hers again, “Sel… what do I always tell you?”
"Liking sex isn't bad and I don't have to pretend to be a saint," Selena said, the combined loads smearing between them as she recited Theresa's favorite maxim.
“Soo?” the party girl insisted, scooping a glob of Carlo’s cum on her pointer finger and pushing it into Selena’s mouth.
“Mhmmmm,” the former Disney starlet couldn’t help but moan, seeing just how eager her friend was to play with her. “How are you going to…”
“Here…,” Theresa grabbed Selena’s hand, pulled her to the window, kneeled down and stuck her finger through the hole, curling it in a come here motion to the outside world. She was greeted by a tan finger coming back though, the digit callused from years of hard work. Selena waited on her knees too, watching as her friend began sucking on the dirty finger in the hole, rolling her tongue around it before letting her lips POP around the tip and demanding the man’s tool with one of the limited Spanish phrases she’d learned from Selena over the years, “¡Dame verga, dame!”
The girls waited, reversing the roles and giggling to each other as they tried to spy on the men before one bold soul finally stepped up, dropped his shorts and slowly slid his manhood in the hole. “Well, well,” Theresa said, gripping the hard cock between them. She kissed the side of it and slightly stroked him, “looks like we got a nice one.” Selena watched her friend's hand move the length of the tool, watched how her lips came to the side of it, kissing it until she got her lips to the head and began to suck on the tip, “Mhmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm.”
“Oh god this again?,” Selena asked, recalling the way she had acted in that dirty Mexican gloryhole. “I want them to be able to hear it!,” Theresa said, struggling to breathe. “C’mon, give it a try.”
Two years earlier, the girls had found themselves in a similar position in Mexico, when Theresa, forever the slut, brought Selena to a seedy glory hole. Stealing her friend away from the comfort of her cousin’s posh bachelorette party, Theresa coerced Selena back into the world of casual encounters in that dirty Mexican bathroom. Though it initially took a great deal of convincing from Theresa (aided by the copious amounts of alcohol they already consumed), it wasn’t long before Selena found herself a pawn in her friends game, sucking and fucking each old, smelly cock that appeared through the holes in the wall, one after another after another.
At least in Mexico, the chances of one of the guys in that bar knowing her identity was low and the plausibility of it even lower. But here in L.A., it was crazy for her to try something like this. She remembered the glimpse of the crew she got when they came to set up, the men must have been in their late 30’s and early 40’s. She could only hope that they didn’t have kids who had grown up watching Wizards of Waverly Place or listening to her music, but she hoped that if they did, the blonde hair would help disguise her. Her body was still hot from Carlo’s underwhelming performance, but it was watching her best friend, viciously bobbing up and down on the workers shaft proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Selena grabbed the turgid shaft from her friend when she finally came up for air and gave it a few pumps, simultaneously pushing Theresa out of the way, “I can’t believe we’re doing this in LA!,” Selena said as the Mexican dick slid through her lips for the first time.
Theresa reached up and grabbed Selena’s nipples just a bit harder than normal. "I’ve missed you, you know. The real you, the one only I get to see.” Selena said nothing, just moaned softly as she was played with, her hand unconsciously slowing down as Theresa touched with her.
“Let the bad bitch out, prove to me that nasty bitch from Mexico is still in there; show me where that cum guzzling slut I shared those cocks with has been hiding,” she said, kissing her soft neck.
The former ‘good girl’ closed her eyes and began to embrace her inner whore, sighing and moaning at her friend's touch. "Are you sure... we can trust these guys?"
"You don't have to trust them, just trust me," Theresa said, her hand down Selena's bikini bottom cupping her hot pussy. “They have no idea who I am, what this party was for, or who was here.”
The two blondes briefly kissed, no longer concerned with the men trying to watch them through that old, foggy plastic window. “Go on, keep sucking that dick, you slut,” Theresa said, a wicked smile on her lips as she directed her best friend’s compliant mouth back to the wet cock in front of her.
“I can’t believe that you talked me into this again,” the horny Latina said, the string of saliva connected from the head to her lip drooping lower and lower as she shook her hand with long deliberate strokes.
“I didn’t talk you into anything,” she said while walking back to the bar to grab her phone, “now smile for the camera.”
Selena gave the blonde a devilish glare and tentatively wrapped her hands around the shaft, sliding her hand down to the base before sticking her tongue out and licking the tip. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, Theresa focused on her friend’s tongue as it flicked along, her big brown eyes locked on the lens, putting on a show for the camera. She loved how little of a fight she’d put up over the camera, how easily she was sliding back into her old self. After having been her assistant and best friend for so long, she knew that even if Selena had doubts, it was second nature for her to turn it on in front of the camera. The sexy music videos and seductive photo shoots were just outlets for her more exhibitionist nature and allowed her to quietly show her kink of being on camera to the world. Theresa knew that Selena always performed for it, especially in those more intimate moments. As with any well known celebrity, there were always rumors of explicit photos and sex tapes, but it the world knew the extent of just how much there was on Selena…and how much she enjoyed making it, they wouldn’t be able to put her name into the same sentence ever again.
Reaching out, Theresa pulled the dick from her lips, and a pop rang through the room as she got it into her own mouth. Guck, guck, guck, she gagged as the Texan popstar watched.
“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Selena remarked, taking the phone from Theresa to take a few photos of her own.
“I might be a slut, but at least I still know how to have fun!” her shameless friend quipped back with a mouth full of cock.
“Give me that!,” the drunk singer said, determined not to be labeled as boring. One lick of the entire length and it was back between her lips, her head bobbing up and down as she worked that brown sausage without much struggle. “That’s it, keep it up,” she heard Theresa’s praise. “Mhmmmmmm,” Selena moaned, and as she cupped her own tit and gave it a good squeeze, twisting her head from side to side. Feeling the hard cock throb in her mouth, she pushed her head down deeper. The thrill of perilous anonymity was so similar to what she’d felt in that Mexican glory hole, but different in that the flexible tent wall allowed her to push her head further down, the latex pushing against her forehead as she struggled to swallow more and more it, telegraphing her motions through to the other side where she knew the men were watching.
“¡Ugh, qué rico chupa esta puta, ya mero me vengo!”[1] She heard the man on the other side of the tent saying, feeling him throbbing and bucking in her mouth as she struggled to keep her lips around the base.
“Hey, where’d you go he’s about to cum!,” she shouted at Theresa, but didn’t stop to look for her accomplice, content with finally getting to suck a cock at her leisure, knowing it was her skills, not her looks or fame, that were about to make that stranger cum. “¡Vente, vente ya!,”[2] she moaned as she jerked him off. The blonde singer then took his sensitive head and put it between her lips, alternating between sucking and drooling on it, letting her saliva coat it as she worked faster and faster until she saw his hips buck against the soft wall. “AGH, ME VENGOOOO”[3] the worker shouted, prompting Selena to pull her lips from him and frantically stroked him as he blew his load all over Selena’s tits, glazing every inch of them until there was nothing left.
“Ughh, wow. That’s a lot of cum.”
“Eat it,” Theresa said, suddenly back at Selena’s side.
“Stop it.”
“Here,” Theresa scooped two fingers full of the reward off Selena’s freshly coated chest and shoved them in Selena's mouth, the camera viewfinder following along, catching the elusive look of pleasure that fell across her face. “Delicious, isn’t it?”
“You’re the worst,” Selena giggled.
"How many times have you thought about that night in Mexico?”
Selena rolled her eyes, but failed to stop playing with the cum on her chest.
Running her hands down her friend’s waist, then back up her stomach, Theresa grabbed
Selena's cum covered tits and began playing with them like she’d done in Mexico; "Think about it, us squatting in that dirty bathroom, you with that red one piece all the way down to your waist and me touching you like this…the two of us covered in some strangers cum, having the time of our lives?"
“Ugh. Fine! Yes!It was fun, I had fun!,” she relented, “...but now that we're done we should—,” the mega star fell back on her butt and watched as Theresa pulled a second patch off the tent wall and was speechless as two new dicks protruded through the side of the tent. “What is this?,” she asked, crawling back to her up to improvised glory holes..
“You couldn’t get enough random dick when we were in Mexico, I figured it’d be the same here,” Theresa said, as she took her position at the new hole in the wall.
“How did you–? ” Selena asked as she wrapped her hand around the hard shaft in front of her.
“You know how easy it is to get guys to do what you want with sex, it’s just as easy when someone is already sucking their friends cock. Plus there was another patch on the outside they just had to rip off.”
“But you don’t speak span…”
“Sex and money are universal languages... I told them I’d give them a big tip, they understood that,” she chuckled. “I don’t think any of them actually speak English so…,” the natural blonde paused and repositioned
Im here
the cock in front of her, “…I brought that authentic Mexican glory hole feel back to our little cantina here!”
Theresa centered herself on the window, grasping both of the latin american cocks in front of her; the one in front of Theresa a little longer, the one in front of Selena a little thicker, “ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“I want a rematch,” Theresa said, giggling at the men outside trying desperately to watch through the plastic windows before she kissed her friend deeply on the lips. The two topless girls made out with a hard dick hanging on either side, a string of saliva connecting both of their lips once they finally separated.. “Ready…set…,” Theresa didn’t have a chance to finish before Selena had the thick rod in her mouth, then the sounds of the girls' moans permeated the tent, low grunts from the men accentuating the symphony.
“Mhmm…mhmmmmmmm…mmmmmmm,” Theresa moaned loudly over and over again. “Shhhapp,” Selena moaned back as she stuffed her mouth with the chubby rod poking through the tent.
“Are you jealous of the sounds I make sucking dick, baby?,” Theresa asked, using the opportunity to catch her breath.
“You still don’t suck dick like that,” she said, giving the shaft in her hand a few solid pumps. Her fingers wrapped tightly around it’s girth and her mind began to drift. She couldn’t help but think of how good it would feel stretching her tight pussy out and the more she thought about it, the faster she furiously bobbed her head up and down, letting her tongue feverishly work the head when she got to the top before going down as deep as she could once again. “Gmmmmee…gmmmeee…DÁMELO, DÁMELO YA!!” [4]
A silence fell on the room as Selena felt a pair of lips hit her hand. Pulling her cock with a loud POP her friend stole the shaft and quickly had her head buried against the Mexican's crotch, gagging, “Hey! That was mine!” The man outside the tent was breathing heavily as her eyes started to tear. As she leaned over and sucked on the one Selena was holding, out of the corner of her eye, the former brunette could see Theresa’s guy struggling, his hands frantically pushing against the malleable tent wall as her fist continued moving up and down. Hey, that’s cheating!” the singer cried out, letting go of the cock she was working long enough to quickly swap positions with her friend. She buried her mouth on the dick Theresa was still pumping and the two girls simultaneously bobbed up and down on a dick the other was pumping with their hand, each one giving it their all to win the perverted competition. A low guttural moan from behind the tent wall caught both of their attention and immediately the stranger’s cock began to dump its load into the former assistant's mouth at first before the rest went straight down her throat. “Yesh! I wiinnn!,” Theresa yelled triumphantly, turning to Selena with cum spilling from her mouth. The singer faced her and opened her mouth, letting a large deposit of fresh cum fall from her lips onto her pressed together tits, “This time was a tie,” she proudly announced. Theresa scooted to her friend’s side and planted a kiss on her cum coated lips as she brought her hands down to meet her friends. Selena appeased her friend, removing her hands and letting Theresa keep them pressed together as she let the cum fall from her lips and pour down onto her chest, “Fuck. God damn it! Blonde hair turns you into such a whore, you know that?"
"Why do you think I dyed it in the first place?," she giggled in between light kisses, “You should have stayed focused on your guy.”
“Fuck. Don’t move! This is so hot!,” Theresa said, picking her phone up off the floor and snapping a few shots of the glazed pop princess smushing her massive tits together. Selena couldn’t help but give the camera a devilish smile back before collapsing backwards and continuing to rub the hot cream into her skin. As she laid on her back she admired the frothy and sticky reward for her efforts across her chest, and relished the salty taste of a total stranger’s flesh still lingering on her tongue as she fell into a trance of pure, unbridled lust. It had been too long since she’d let herself be this wanton and free. Disregarding the sounds around her, including that of the door opening and closing, her left hand worked her tits while the other one roamed between her thighs. Just as her fingers delved under her soaked bikini bottoms, a hand closed around her wrist. She looked up at Theresa, who was standing above her, “You want it don’t you?”
Too turned on to even form a sentence, Selena answered with a pleading moan when Theresa reached down and pinched her nipple, palming her tit before sliding a finger up the musician's crotch. Her hips bucked at the touch, trying to grind against the digit as it put pressure on her clit.
“You want it don’t you?,” Theresa teased again, her finger brushing over the sensitive bean, “...you want to get fucked.”
“Uggahhhgghhh, yes. I want it,” Selena said softly.
The former assistant pulled the knots on Selena’s hips and let the bottom fall free, leaving the buxom star completely naked in the tent for the first time. “Good, now fuck these dicks for me.” The latina opened her eyes and focused past between her friend’s legs to see the final two tent workers, now standing inside the tent with them. One seemed to fit the same mold she remembered from Mexico, an older man, in his early 40’s while the other was the opposite of what she had been expecting, looking to be in his early 20’s. Theresa had blindfolded both of them with some of the extra Selena Wrap bikini tops left over from the part. “Anonymous enough for you?” Theresa said as she helped Selena to her knees. Promptly, the Texan star took control, rubbing her hands along visible erections before yanking their shorts down. Without losing a beat she began to stroke both of the two brown cocks, unphased by Theresa’s photography as she quickly brought both to full attention. The older man’s was a little bigger and a little thicker than average, but the younger man’s was the biggest of the day; eight inches of thick Mexican meat hanging between his legs.
Selena licked her lips as she slowly pulled the foreskin back on the two uncut cocks and brought them closer to her mouth. “Ay, mierda..”[5] she heard the young man say as she began to lick his prick. “Dios mío santo,”[6] the older one sighed when she pressed her puckered lips against his. “My Spanish isn’t great, but it sounds like they like it, Sel,” Theresa laughed.
The blonde singer was too focused on the men in front of her to give her friend’s camera any attention, alternating between sucking each brown cock like the thirsty whore Theresa remembered from Mexico. “Muhhha. Gawwd. Thihg ihg sohg mugh fungh,” she moaned, finally looking up at the phone and blowing bubbles to the camera with the residual cum and saliva in her mouth.
Theresa finally had enough of just watching and slid behind her friend, pressing her body jewelry into the singer's back as her hands roamed Selena’s sweaty, cum covered body, the same way they had been in the seedy bathroom stall so many years earlier. As they met her hips, she spanked her lush ass and Selena let out a moan before she turned back to the young cock. The puppet master continued to tease and started sucking deeper, not reacting to the calloused hand now sitting on top of her head, encouraging to take more and more meat into her mouth. Not one to be shown up, Theresa shifted to her friend's side and did her best to keep up with her, sucking on whatever cock Selena wasn’t taking care of. The girls continued jumping back and forth between kissing each other and sucking the hard dicks beside them, like they had done so many times in their youth, their hands jumping between their bodies and the shafts. Selena then held on to both, stroking them while she tried to suck on both at the same time, whileTheresa’s hands explored her sweaty body.
“Mhhhhhmhhhhmmhhm…POP… oh god,” Selena moaned as her friend began playing with her clit, “I’m so wet.”
The young man’s hand returned to the back of Selena’s head and brazenly forced the horny Latina to focus her mouth on his manhood. “No, no!” Theresa called out, making poor use of the few Spanish words she’d learned from Selena and her family over the years,“No manos! Si mano, no dinero!”. “Ah, perdón, perdón,” [7] the young man replied but just as his hand was starting to retreat Selena held on to it. “No, déjala, me gusta,” [8] she said to him in much better Spanish, bringing it back to the back of her head. “What are you–?” Theresa interjected but Selena just winked at her before she stood between the two blindfolded men. “Tú también,” [9] she said to the older one, taking his hand and leading it to her stomach, “me puedes tocar.” [10]
Theresa’s eyes grew wide as her best friend took the young man’s hand to her breasts, “Tócame las tetas,” [11] she whispered to him, smiling to Theresa as his eager hand began to grope and squeeze away. The older man had both hands on her now, one feeling up her juicy ass and the other one getting in the way of the young man playing with her tits. “Mmmm, te gusta mi culo?” [12] she asked of him, turning slightly so he could get a better grip on her cheeks. “Qué pinches nalgotas tienes, mamacita…” [13] the guy replied, digging his fingers into the fat and spreading her cheeks apart.
Still on her knees, Theresa played with herself, watching in awe as the wild and shameless slut she used to know came back to life in that tent. Selena was running things now, whispering things in Spanish as the two workers blindly pawed at every inch of her curvy, luscious figure. “Ay sí, agárrame todo,” [14] she heard the horny Latina moan, turning her back on her so that she could get back to stroking the two hard cocks at the same time.
“Are you gonna do it?,” Theresa asked again before plunging her fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck. Yessssss. I’m so horny,” Selena moaned, struggling to keep the rhythm of her strokes.
“Do something about it then. Are you gonna fuck those dicks for me or what?,” her former assistant asked, her fingers still in Selena's pussy as she helped her up to her feet.
The swimsuit connoisseur grabbed the younger man and pushed him back onto a barstool and then pushed her famous friend’s head into his lap. “Can’t simply repeat all of the same things from the trip,” she said, positioning the other man behind Selena before she pressed her nude body against his back. “When’s the last time you had two like this?”
“It’s been a minute,” Selena said as she grabbed the cock in front of her, giving it a long lick from the base to the head, “…not since Abel and ummmahhhhh” Her concentration was broken as her friend took the older man’s dick and put the head against her pussy, the angle ever so slightly off that his push slid the head between her lips; two, three times, his thrust grinding between them. “Don’t…here…give me,” Selena struggled, putting her hand under the shaft and holding it in place, she dropped her ass lower and gasped as the man’s rod slid between her wet lips. “Just like that!,” Theresa shouted at her world famous friend, rocking between two random hispanic dicks like the kind of slut who was born to hang out in a glory hole. Ever the performer, she didn’t let it affect her zealous sucking of young Mexican dick, she just twirled her hips for the older man, running out of length his cock sprung up and landed between her plump cheeks with a SPLAT, her hips rocking as she silently begged to continue being fucked. Theresa kissed down the Latina’s back, and grabbed the man’s wet cock before she spread Selena’s fat, fuckable ass and paused, staring at the swollen, wet pussy lips and tight little hole, “when’s the last time you did anal?”
“I didn’t do it after you asked me in Mexico,” the singer finished, bucking her hips so that the head of the shaft her friend was holding was pushed back into her pussy. With one leg up on the footrest of an adjacent stool, Selena grabbed the shaft and directed her friend's hand, and the cock in it, to her asshole. “Métemela por el culo,” [15] she told the man while simultaneously sliding down on his thick prick, not even giving him a chance to react before he was six inches deep into her rectum, unknowingly living the fantasy of millions of horny fans around the globe.
“Ohhhh I can’t believe I let you convince me to do this,” she moaned, drooling over the young man’s cock as the older man began to thrust in and out of her asshole.
Theresa let Selena enjoy bouncing between the two thick cock’s long enough to snap a few more photos. “Smile for the camera,” she said to the singer and watched as the video encouraged her and she began throwing herself back on the old cock behind her. Eventually Theresa climbed up on the bar and awkwardly pulled the younger man up with her, Selena struggling to keep his meat in her mouth as she did, “ughh he…heyy, what are you…gimme that back.” The jewlerly clad blonde mounted the stud in reverse, his cock slipping easily into the slut like it belonged there, so that she could still watch Selena, who was slammed against the bar, her tits spilling across the counter top, struggling to stay on the tips of her toes as the older man fucked her ass without mercy. “Ahhhhh, Sí Cogeme! Cógeme!!” [16] Theresa heard her best friend crying out as she rocked her hips in sync with the young worker’s upward thrusts, holding on to his ankles for support as she watched the now blonde star completely give in to the man slamming into her. “That’s it! Take that dick you slut!”
The Texan turned her head and watched her devious counterpart roll her hips in circles as the young cock hammered away at her. “Oh god...Oh fuck…” she cried out as the man inside her began to slow down, but slam into her harder, enthranced by the way Theresa began to rock up on down on 8 inches of prime hispanic meat, “Móntame así, puta, así mero!,” [17] the younger worker demanded with newfound confidence as Theresa continued dropping her fat ass on him.
“Yeah, that’s right, you puta, ride it, ride him,” Selena repeated as Theresa dropped down on the Hispanic cock and swallowed his entire length. Impatiently, she leaned forward to grab her friend's thigh and stop her from riding.
“Switch with me.”
“Wh-what? But–”
“Just, ahhh, switch with me!
“You whore, I was just getting ready to–””
“I WANT THAT BIG COCK IN ME NOW!,” Selena yelled, biting her lip and pushing her hips forward, letting the dripping dick fall free between her legs as she cut Theresa off. “Ayúdenme a subir,” [18] she then told the workers as she tried to pull herself up on the bar. “Jesus, okay, you fucking whore,” Theresa laughed,as she climbed off the bar and watched the two latinos blindly feeling for her tits and ass, groping her and prodding her holes as they helped her up.
Having finally made it on top of the bar, Selena climbed up the 20-something’s body, letting her tongue roll over his wet dick to taste her friend’s juice as she dragged her body across his. Her hum of delight drowned out by the sudden sound of Theresa already being ravaged by the older man, “Holy shit! Fuck me you dirty old fuck!”
Slowly, Selena lowered herself down on the big hispanic shaft. “Ohh, oh gawwwd. Fuck. It’s soo much,” she panted, struggling to get used to his enormous size. “Boo, you whore,” Theresa interjected in a momentary reprieve, “...you used to take bigger ones so easily.”
Selena gave Theresa the finger as she dropped her hips and finally started to build her pace back up. Then she turned back to the young man and, smitten with his good looks and the anonymity that Theresa's blindfold had afforded her, she sweetened her tone.
“A mí no me vas a decir puta, verdad?,” [19] the star asked, twirling her hips as she rode his entire length. She was working him in a slower, more deliberate and almost loving way compared to her friend was.
,
“Nn–nooo… yo… te digo como tú quieras, mamita,” [20] the young latino struggled to reply as he squeezed Selena’s fat ass with both hands while the blonde continued grinding in his lap.
“Whaaaa, what are you two talking about?,” Theresa begged to know, the language barrier robbing her of her control of the situation. With her back to the bar, her arms draped over the drink ledge, and her legs spread wide over her latino’s arms, he held tight to her ass and powerfully thrust into her without consideration for her request.
She tilted her head back and watched as her blonde friend squatted above the Latino and began to drop herself down on him with a torrid pace, grinding deep each time she bottomed out, “What was that about it being too big? I knew you could take it, you lying slut!” Selena held on tight, disregarding Theresa’s loud taunts and completely overwhelmed by the formidable stamina of the young man as he matched her movements with a feverous lust of his own. “Ay qué rico, qué rico me coges! Apriétame las tetas, agárrame el culo, méteme tu verga gigante!” [21] she kept saying to him, as her voluptuous body kept crashing against his. She was losing herself in her own fantasy, the sensations of being held and used and touched all while receiving a deep passionate fucking was what she had been dreaming about and was ultimately pushing her toward her own climax.
“Ah, me voy a venir!,” [22] Selena’s new sex toy finally moaned, having reached the limit of human endurance.
Selena seemed to be reenergized by that and picked up her pace, slamming her thick body down on the Hispanic worker harder and faster as they both approached the precipice. As she dropped to her knees and draped herself over the young, big dicked worker, she grabbed his wrists, pulled them over his head, and pinned them to the damp bar. “Dime Selena, ruégame que te haga explotar!,” [23] the former Disney star yelled as her lips grazed his, feeling the big Mexican cock throbbing menacingly inside her as she rode his entire length, her hips moving up and down with the speed and fury of a industrial sewing machine.
Though Theresa couldn’t exactly understand what was being said, she did hear her friend saying her real name, and she could tell what was about to happen. “Do it, make him cum! Make him cum you slut!” she shouted, slapping her friend's ass even as the older man dug his fingers into her ass deeper fucked her at a torrid pace. Not one to be shown up, Theresa wrapped her hands around the man's neck, “¡Rápido, rápido!,” [24] she screamed with terrible pronunciation as he thrust into her viciously. She could feel his breath stagger and his pace becoming erratic. Quickly she bucked free and slid to her knees, tapping her tits to signal to the man that she wanted his load across her chest, “Here!” Holding her impressive rack together, she waited for the sweaty man stroking himself before he shot a thick load onto her tits; one, two, three ropes streaking from her left nipple to her right clavicle.
“Nnngh! Hazme explotar, mami,” [25] the other pleaded, the speed of their bodies slapping together increasing to a frantic pace.
“Selena, dime Selena!,” [26] the texan insisted, using his hands to brace herself as she once again squatted above him. “Se– Selena, te voy a llenar de leche, Selena!” [27] The young worker began furiously thrust up into her, oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t playing a role to help get him off, but actually thriving on the fantasy of him knowing her identity. “Yessss, yess, ahhhh YESSS!,” she screamed as her legs gave out, collapsing down on him just as he let out a deep, guttural moan and began pumping the former teen star up with load after load of his hot seed.
“Ay… mierda…,” [28] Theresa heard the young man sigh as she got to her feet, as quickly as her weak legs would allow, hungry to survey the damage done by the now satisfied starlet. She watched with delight as Selena pulled her plump ass from his lap, and his still erect hispanic cock slid out of her friend’s well-used pussy before it hit the bar with a wet, cum covered THUD.
“Holy shit, look at all of that,” Theresa said as she looked at the big puddle of mixed sex juiced under the younger workers balls.
Selena ignored her friend as she knelt over the Hispanic, his cum dripping from the gaping slit between her thick thighs and grabbed his cock. Slowly she stroked the massive wand, rubbing her thumb over the head as the worker twitched in delight, “Gracias papito.” [29]
Visibly spent by the exertion of trying to please two different women way younger than him, the older man was almost knocked over when his younger coworker bumped him as he awkwardly got down from the back and back on his feet.. “Es todo, señorita? Nos podemos ir?,” [30] he said, panting and holding a hand to his chest.
“Sí, sí. Muy bueno, es muy bueno trabajo,” [31] Theresa said, pulling a few hundred dollar bills from Selena’s purse while the singer was being helped down by the younger Latino. She led the two fumbling men out of the tent and then put a considerable sum in each of their hands before she took off their makeshift blindfolds.
“Muchos gracias,” She said, slightly annoyed at the way they were staring at her glazed tits now that she was no longer horny and they had served their purpose. “Adios. Vaya su casa,” [32] she finally added, shooing them away. As the two men started walking away, Theresa heard them saying more stuff in Spanish she no longer cared about.
“No mames, papá, esa fue la mejor chamba de nuestras vidas.” [33]
“Nada más no le vayas a decir a tu mamá. Esas pinches gringas están bien locas.” [34]
“Ya sé. Aunque una de ellas…,” [35] the young man stopped for a second, Mexican-American pop star Selena Gomez was staring at him from one of the campaign ads.
“Qué te pasa, chamaco? Apúrate que todavía tenemos que terminar de desarmar todo.” [36]
“Selena… Gomez,” his son whispered to himself, trying to pick up his jaw from the floor as he connected the dots in his head.
“Qué?” [37]
“No… eh, nada, papá. Vámonos.” [38]
“Where the fuck did that come from?,” Theresa asked as she cuddled next to Selena on the couch in the back of the room. “What, he’ll never know,” the singer giggled as they held each other’s sweat and cum covered bodies tight, the hot white cream still leaking out between her legs, “it’s not like they were watching us through a tiny hole.”
“What a way to celebrate,” Theresa exhaled as they both scanned the room; random bikini pieces and boxers thrown about, the smell of stale beer and sex pungent in the air.
“Who’d have thought this is how’d we’d celebrate your bikini launch,” Selena giggled, still giddy and horny from the treatment she received.
“Bikini launch? Pfft! Girl, it’s the two year anniversary of Pricilla’s bachelorette party.”
“Oh-my-lanta! Is that what all of this was about!?”
“It was a happy coincidence. Turns out you wanted to fuck today just as much as you did then. I just knew it’d be easier since you’re always such a slut as a blonde!”
“Shut up!,” the singer tried to laugh, “...Speaking of being slutty…I’ve been meaning to tell you that I stayed plenty busy while I was in New York.”
“Your little ‘let’s break the tension’ fling with Aaron? That doesn’t count,” Theresa asked using her finger to scoop the dripping cum from Selena’s cunt and taste it’s distinct flavor.
“Julian and I were fucking too.”
“What!?”
“Yeah, we had a little ‘Hardy Boy’ party one night and figured ‘our characters fucked so we should too’.”
“You really are a whore!,” Theresa gasped, taken back by her best friend’s revelations. Selena just gave her a devious smile, “C’mon, I really need a shower!”
The pair of curvy blondes made their way to the entrance and, suddenly feigning modesty, made a half-hearted check to see if the coast was clear before they playfully started running to the house. Theresa went on ahead, but Selena stayed behind to gaze at the group of tent workers in the distance. Even from across the yard, she could tell they were still in shambles, trying to put their heads on straight and get back to work, the youngest of them still with a massive smile pasted on his face.
By the time she’d made it to the bathroom, the heat of the shower had fogged up all of the glass in the room. Written on the shower door , she saw a special message from Theresa, “SELENA LOVES MEXICAN COCK.”
A beaming smile stretched her angelic face, ‘Yeah, I guess I still do.’
Translations:
[1] "Man, this whorecan really suck some dick, I'm gonna cum soon!”
[2] “C’mon, give it to me!”
[3] "Agh, I'm gonna cum"
[4] “Give it to me, give it to me now.”
[5] "Oh shit..."
[6] "Oh dear God"
[7] "Oh, sorry, sorry"
[8] "No, leave it, I like it"
[9] "You too"
[10] "You can touch me"
[11] "Touch my tits"
[12] "You like my ass?"
[13] "You've got such a juicy ass, mamacita"
[14] "Oh yes, grab me everywhere"
[15] “Put it in my ass”
[16] “Fuck me, fuck me”
[17] “That's good, ride me you whore”
[18] “Help me up”
[19] “You're not gonna call me a whore, are you?”
[20] “No, I'll call you whatever you want, little mother.”
[21] “That feels so good, you're fucking me so good. Squeeze my tits, grab my ass, fuck me with your giant cock”
[22] “I'm gonna cum”
[23] “Call me Selena, beg me to make you blow”
[24] “Faster, faster”
[25] “Make me blow, mami”
[26] “Selena, call me Selena”
[27] “Selena, I'm gonna fill you with milk”
[28] “Oh shit”
[29] “Thank you, Papi”
[30] “Is that all, Miss? Can we go?”
[31] “Yes, yes. Very good, it's very good your work”
[32] “Goodbye. Go home.”
[33] “Holy shit, dad, that was best gig ever”
[34] “Just don't tell your mom about it. Those gringas are fucking crazy.”
[35] “I know. Although one of them…”
[36] “What's wrong you, boy? Hurry up, we still have to finish taking everything apart.”
[37] “What?”
[38] “It's... uh, nothing, dad. Let's go.”
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