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Get Ready for Max! Chapter 4

GET READY FOR MAX!

Chapter Four.

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Max and Selena made their way through the hotel lobby with haste. To Max surprise, Selena seemed to be even more impatient than him to get there. He could see the confident smirk on her cute lips as he tried his best to keep up with her while covering his erection from the other guests and staff.


"We don't have a lot of time, Max," she told him in the elevator, "We lost so much time stuck in traffic... we only have like 20 min before we have to leave again."


"Oh," Max replied, evidently disappointed.


"I'm sorry, I really wanted to spend more time with you, but now you know how crazy my tour schedule is."


"It's okay, I understand."


"Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" she said, bending down to kiss him on the cheek, "I'll make it up to you after the show, I promise."


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"So this is your room, huh?"


"Yup," Selena said, closing the door behind them. She took a few steps in front of the kid and her jacket dropped to the floor, followed by her blouse and her tight leather pants. Max stood frozen right by the entrance staring at her cute little ass in a lace white thong swaying away from him and disappearing behind the corner. A few seconds later, Selena peeked from behind and beckoned him with her finger. The kid's phone started ringing just as he was about to run to her and Selena watched him stop in his tracks with a concerned expression taking over the soft features of his face. Holding the phone to his ear like he was afraid the device was going to punch him, he said "Uh, yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry I didn't ask you. Yeah, yeah, I'm with her right now," then, noticing Selena's desperate gestures he added, "...and the crew! I'm with her and the radio crew! They're gonna... take pictures and... stuff."


Selena disappeared behind the wall. Resting her head against the flat surface she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "What the hell am I doing?" she thought, just before Max appeared before her.


"Uh, sorry about that."


"Was that your mom?"


"No, my uncle. I forgot to tell him I was leaving the station with you. Or, I mean, without him."


"Right, because you're a minor and you can't just travel to another country without supervision," the pop star said, full of shame.


"Uh, Did I, did I do something wrong?"


"No, Max, none of this is your fault. It's mine. I'm the adult standing half naked in front of a child."


"Hey, I'm not a child, I'm almost 13!"


Another frustrated sigh from his dream girl let Max know he was not going to win that argument.


"So..." he asked impatiently, his eyes roaming up and down Selena's beautiful figure.


Selena grabbed a pink robe from the bed and covered herself with it. "I'm sorry, Max, but this is wrong."


"What? But I thought that--"


"It's getting late, I should get ready."


And with that, the 24 year-old singer locked herself in the bathroom, leaving her kid lover horny and very confused.


While showering, Selena couldn't stop thinking about Max sitting just outside the door, waiting for her. She kept trying to distract herself but as she began to soap up her soft and curvy body the burning thirst in her became even harder to ignore. The call from his uncle had scared her, yeah, but knowing that Max was surely picturing her showering while she pictured him picturing her at the same time...


"Fuck!" she yelled to no one, angry at the universe for putting her in that position. What she and Max wanted was exactly the same thing and they were not hurting anyone, so why couldn't they just be together?


Still, the idea of ending up in jail and branded as a sex offender for life gave her enough willpower to resist the urge to masturbate and finish her shower. After wrapping her wet hair in a bun and throwing on an old t-shirt and the frumpiest sweatpants she owned.



She left the bathroom and gasped in surprise immediately at the sight of Max kneeling on top of the bed with one hand rummaging through her suitcase and the other buried inside his pants. He had found her panties and was furiously jacking off to them. It was a situation that would have horrified her in any other context, but this was Max, and he wanted her so bad that even her underwear had him touching himself. She felt the tiny bit of control she had over herself starting to slip away.


The young kid froze and turned red as soon as he realized he was being watched. "No, keep going, please," the gorgeous brunette asked of him in a shaky voice, her big brown eyes fixed on the boy's hairless penis.


"Are you sure?" he said, dick in hand but still froze, now staring at her braless chest, where the outline of her hardening nipples had become precisely clear under the white fabric of her old t-shirt.


"Max..." she said softly, taking a couple of steps towards him, "Do you like my panties?"


"Uh, yeah, I do."


"Pick the ones you like the most."


Max looked down at the pile of underwear strewn around the bed and chose a pair of lime green lace panties. Selena smiled approvingly and sat on the edge of the bed.


"I know I said I would let you... well, I said a lot of things but I just can't, Max, I've already done too much. And I could go to jail for it."


"I'm sorry, I don't want to get you in trouble."


"It's not your fault," she replied, pulling off her sweatpants and revealing her mouth-watering and freshly shaven pussy. "But there are other ways we can have fun..." she continued, taking the panties from his hand and draping them around his little manhood. Max's eyes widened and his jaw dropped once Selena's hand grabbed a hold of him. He reached for her right breast and squeezed it through the t-shirt just a short moment before the pervy pop star brought him to climax with her soft and delicate hand. "Yes, cum for me, Max," she whispered in the kid's ear, feeling his young dick throbbing in her hand and turning the soft fabric of her panties wet and warm with his load. Once he was done, she wiped him clean with her panties and then gave him a quick peck on the lips.


Awe-struck, Max watched her get off the bed and slip into the cum-stained panties. "Mmmm..." the dirty singer moaned with satisfaction as she pulled them up to her waist. Almost half of the tiny lime green undergarment was covered with a dark and wet patch and there was a clear trail of cum going down from it all the way down her beautiful tanned thighs.


"How do I look?" Selena smiled, giggling like a young girl trying out a pretty new dress and pointing her cute bottom at the mirror, where the cum-stained panties clung tightly around her delicious ass cheeks.


Still speechless, Max watched her prance around the suite like that for a couple of minutes before she got a call from her assistant.


"Come on, Max," she said, putting on her ugly sweatpants again and heading for the door, "Time for the show."



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To be Continued...

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