Selena finds herself attracted to a 12 year old fan and puts everything she has at risk.
---
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.
---
GET READY FOR MAX
by Noopster.
Selena Gomez was being interviewed by some skinny host on the BBC Radio:
"One thing about you, Selena, I think it's safe to say is you're one of the most sought after women in the world."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, feigning modesty.
"I mean it's a big statement."
"I'm flattered, thank you!"
"So I thought I'd give the radio listeners a chance to give their best shot at wooing Selena Gomez..."
"Haha."
"…with all but one line, ok? And you let me know how you feel about it, ok?"
"Ok."
"So first one is from Max, who is twelve. Now get ready for this guy, he's gonna go far."
"Ok."
"Hi, Selena, it's Max." Selena listened attentively at the high voice and found it very sweet. The kid continued: "Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I'm searching for."
"Oh, my goodness!" the pretty girl laughed out loud, genuinely surprised.
The host played the line again, and again Selena laughed, this time with her hands covering her face; she was blushing and could not help it.
"So it's a good line?"
"Wow, impressive. That… that got my attention." Selena admitted, still very amused at what she'd just heard. "The turning 18 part may need to be a crucial part of me... pursuing... but I am very impressed."
"Little blushed there, Selena!"
"I think I got flustered," she said between giggles before listening to a few more calls.
The interview continued for a bit and about 15 min later she was on a limousine back to her hotel, but for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about what that boy had said to her. It wasn't really about the line itself, she just had never even considered that a kid so young would be hot for her. Sometimes she'd get turned on thinking about how many men had jacked off thinking of her that day. But did 12 year olds also do that? She was fascinated by the idea.
"Hey, you know that kid with that had the Google line for me?" she asked her personal assistant.
"Yeah, that kid was funny. What about him?"
"Could you send him a ticket for the meet and greet tonight? I'd really like to meet him before the show."
"Umm, sure," responded her employee, feeling like it was sort of a weird request but thinking nothing more of it.
---
That evening, Selena was ready to meet and take pictures with a few lucky fans just like she did before every show of her world tour. The singer came out wearing a low cut black top with tiny cut-off denim shorts and smiled when the eyes of everyone in that room grew wider with admiration and desire.
As always, she was extremely nice to everyone. She liked to wear thin clothing with no bra on and let the men hug her tightly as if she was their girlfriend, and she'd even let the girls slap her ass and squeeze it for the photos. Of course she knew that a lot of them were getting turned on by it (the men would often grow a boner in the middle of the hug), but it did not bother her at all. As long as they kept buying her records and paying for her shows she was happy.
After hugging and taking a photo with the last girl in line she was a little disappointed that the little kid from the radio call had not showed up. She was about to go change for the concert when her assistant stopped her, "Miss Gomez, you have a special visitor," she announced, opening the door for a short, pale and skinny kid, wearing an oversized ADIDAS t-shirt.
"Hey, Selena, sorry I'm late," the kid greeted her, showing no signs of nervousness whatsoever. "It's been kind of a busy day."
The singer found his confidence and his accent charming. She gave him a hug and asked him a few questions about family and school to break the ice. He answered everything very calmly and kept addressing her by her first name, as if they knew each other very well.
"This kid is looks so dorky but... there's something about him..." she kept thinking while talking to him. “It's like he's not intimidated by me in the least. Most grown men get nervous when they meet me, but he's so relaxed… so comfortable talking to me. He keeps looking at my breasts and my legs like they all do but he doesn't even try to pretend like he's not."
Indeed, Selena was bending over to talk face to face with Max and he was shamelessly taking the opportunity to look down her top.
"Hey, my eyes are up here!" she scolded him, lifting his chin with a finger.
The boy stroked the side of Selena's confused face and told her, "Whoops, sorry, Selena, it's just that you have such a beautiful body it's hard not to gawk at it."
The famous latina was taken aback by the bluntness of his answer and before she could say anything in response he went on saying:
"I actually think about your body a lot.
“Oh, ok…” was all that a stunned Selena managed to say.
"Can I feel it?"
"What?!" she asked with surprise, not sure if she had heard him right.
"I just want a hug."
Again the singer was surprised by the bluntness of this unusual kid. "Sure... ok..." was all she could respond before the boy's skinny arms surrounded her. The disparity in height made it easy for him to rest his head right on her chest. Selena was a little creeped out by the unusual way in which the kid acted, but knew it would be a terrible P.R. move to refuse a fan in front of the cameras, especially one she had invited herself. But then she felt the boy's erection pressing against her leg and something changed. Suddenly her body started heating up.
The kid pushed his nose against her neck and took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet flowery scent of her skin and her long hair. Selena experienced a delicious shiver go through her body and then panicked when she realized what was happening to her right there in front of the staff with that strange boy.
She ended the hug, quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran back to her dressing room shouting:
"It was nice meeting you, Max. Take care now!"
---
"Ok, what the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself in front of her dressing room mirror. She slid one hand between her thighs and her legs trembled. "That... little kid... he made me this wet? What the fuck?!" Her middle finger was sliding up and down her wet slit as she asked those questions.
A knock on the door startled her. "Who is it?!" she shouted, pulling out her hand just instants before the door opened and Max entered the room.
"What do you think you're doing here?!" she asked irritated.
The boy closed the door and sat down on the couch. "Looking for you, of course."
Selena knew what he was doing there but she was expecting some sort of bullshit excuse. Again Max had surprised her with a direct statement, anger had been replaced with confusion and something else. Now she was unsure of what to do or say.
"Well, you should leave. I have to change for the show."
"Yeah, you said so. And I want to watch."
"You... what?" she muttered.
"I said I want to watch you change, Selena. I would really like that."
No one had ever talked to her like that, not even her ex-boyfriend. Grown men with fame and money where afraid to ask her out most of the time, much less tell her to undress in front of them just like that. Selena tried to say something but no words came to her. She knew undressing in front of a 12 year old was a fucked up thing to do and she could get in a lot of trouble for it, but still... that was precisely the thing that was making her so horny. She could not resist.
"Lock the door," was all she said when she surrendered to the impulse.
The 12 year old complied and then sat back on the couch, awaiting her next move. Selena pressed play on a small mp3 player on top of the dresser and took her top off in one swift move without saying a thing.
Max eyes fixated immediately on her pink nipples:
"Your breasts… are very nice, Selena."
"Thank you," she said timidly while she began unzipping her cut-off shorts. The singer slid the shorts down and stood in nothing but her pink cotton underwear in front of Max, who was already hard and rubbing the tip of his penis through his jeans.
"You are wet." the kid said bluntly, looking at the damp spot turning the bottom of her panties a darker shade of pink.
"I am… a little bit..." She blushed, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and her long brown hair draping her shoulders.
"And your nipples are hard. Why?" asked the boy, fully grabbing the shaft of his member through his pants.
"Because you are watching me undress," she admitted, still very confused and nervous about why she was doing that, or why she was enjoying it so much. Looking at him grab his penis she asked back: "Why are you touching yourself right now?"
"Because I'm watching you undress," said Max, his eyes traveling up and down her petite anatomy.
The 23 year old singer liked his response, she felt so crazy and dirty showing her tits to a little kid, she'd never felt sexier in her whole life.
"Are you gonna change your panties now?" asked the boy, impatiently waiting to see his celebrity crush’s pussy.
"I... I don't wear any underwear during the show. It's easier to change costumes that way," she told him, beginning to pull down at the sides of her undies. She paused for a moment and casually added: "You can unzip if you want. I don’t mind," before sliding down her wet panties and letting them drop to the floor.
Max lost no time pulling out his small dick and when Selena's pussy came into view he opened his mouth wide in amazement. The girl giggled looking at his reaction and how hard his dick was. She took another step towards him and started slowly brushing the tip of her finger against the small patch of pubic hair forming a landing stripe above her pussy.
"Do you like it?" she asked the boy who was now fully masturbating a couple of feet from her.
"Yes, Selena. You have a very nice pussy. I also want to see your butt."
It was the sort of awkward sex talk that would have been a deal breaker for her in any other context, but knowing that it was coming from this young, inexperienced boy who had had the balls to go into her dressing room like that and ask her to get naked, somehow made it the hottest thing she'd ever heard.
The latina girl smiled at his request and turned around, arching her back and posing for him like she would have done for a photographer. In the mirror she could see her own naked body, young and fit, without a single flaw on it; being savored by this small boy that wasn't even old enough to get into high school.
"Tell me, Max. How long have you been masturbating?"
"Umm, like... a couple of months..."
"And do you think of me when you touch yourself?"
"Yes I do, Selena. Every time."
Selena rested her elbows on the dresser and bent over to give the kid a full view of her tight ass and her spread labia. "Good. I like that."
Max couldn't help letting out a grunt, which Selena found very cute and also very hot.
"I want to touch you," he told her, frantically jacking off his pale cock.
Selena got up from the dresser and turned around. "You can't. You're too young for that. It would be wrong," she explained as she walked seductively towards him, fully aware of the huge contradiction in her words.
"But--!"
Suddenly she gripped the boy's shaft. "But nothing, Max," she interrupted him. The kid was shocked both from the surprising move and the glorious feeling of Selena Gomez's soft hand now tenderly stroking his dick. He had no more words to say.
Selena was bending over on top of him, her perky breasts swinging mere inches from his face, one hand resting on the cold wall for support and the other pleasuring her young guest who had just lost all of his cool and was squirming in her hand and losing his shit.
Selena giggled; very proud of the reaction he was having to her touch. Then she went straight for the kill, whispering in his ear:
"Shh, just relax, Max. My name is Google and I have everything you're looking for." She kissed him softly on the lips and felt Max's frail body shaking in her hand and thick drops of semen running down her hand.
She waited for him to finish cumming and then let go. Inspecting her jizz covered hand for a moment she smiled proudly. Even though she normally did not enjoy tasting it, she couldn't help herself this time and her tongue licked up one of the long cum trails that were now dripping down her wrists. She swirled it around in her mouth and savored the substance for a few seconds, then she swallowed it.
"Mmm, not bad..."
Right about then she realized Max was watching her. The boy seemed very surprised by what she had just done.
"Sorry, that was kind of crass of me, right? I'm sorry, haha! I just had to know what a 12 year old's cum tasted like."
"It's okay," the boy said with a shaky voice, "I liked it."
"Oh! Did you, now?" she joked with him, "Well that doesn't surprise me at all."
Max zipped up his jeans and awkwardly sat there, watching the singer slip into a tight black body suit for the start of her concert.
Selena found the quiet state he was now in completely charming and neither of them said anything for a while.
The kid realized she was about to leave and finally mustered the courage to say something:
"Umm, Selena?"
"Yes, Max?"
"If you liked the taste of it... I could... I could give you more, y'know?"
The older girl laughed at the awkwardness of his proposal, took one last look in the mirror, unlocked the door and said to him:
"Not right now, Max, I gotta go out there. But maybe some other time, okay?"
---
Comments
Post a Comment