International Escort, Chapter 2

 Selena Gomez, International Escort

Chapter 2

by Noopster.

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"Dear Taylor.

I'm sorry that I haven't answered your calls. I've been super busy lately and traveling so much that I don't even know where I am half of the time, much less what the time zone is or who I have to get in contact with. Stick handles most of my schedule and social media stuff now (that's what I call him now since he still insists on being all mysterious and refuses to tell me his real name) so I barely touch my phone anymore. I know you're currently on tour so trying to get together right now is probably impossible, that's why I thought it might be kinda fun to just go old-school and write you a proper letter to tell you what's been going on in my life since we last saw each other. Is it a real letter if I'm sending it through the internet? Well, who cares anyway.

So here's the deal. I know you already know this but... yeah, you were right. Confessing to my mom was absolutely what I needed to do. I'm not afraid anymore. I no longer feel like a fraud. I feel free. It sucks that she and I don't talk anymore but maybe she'll come around to the idea some day? And at least Brian has been really supportive, he calls me twice a week to make sure I'm doing okay. It's kinda cool that my step-Dad supports what I'm doing even if my mom doesn't.

But enough of that. I know you must be dying to know what I've been doing and, to be honest, I'm also dying to tell somebody. Especially you. So here's the tea. As you probably must've heard by now, I'm not with Justin anymore. And that was... well, it got really ugly. I still don't feel ready to talk about it but maybe I'll feel more comfortable and tell you the whole story once we can finally see each other. So yeah I'm working on my own now (with Stick helping me with everything from travel arrangements to security to money stuff) and loving it. I have so many steady clients now, it's crazy. Some of them are great, some of them are terrible, but I love making their dreams come true (Even if their dream is watching me lick cum off the floor, lol.).

Did people used to write LOL in their letters? Probably not, lol.

So anyway, 24 hours ago I was blowing a guy in Milan and now I'm in the middle-East with cum still stuck to my hair, about to fall asleep in a real life palace! I'm getting paid to be the date to some of the richest men in Dubai this weekend and let me tell you, it's been such a crazy experience! Oh you should see how cool this room is, I feel like Jazmin from Aladdin!

So first, as soon as we get off the plane there's a guy waiting to pick me up, which is weird because Stick is who always takes me everywhere.

So I turn to him and he tells me I'm officially on the clock. I'm like, "Thanks for letting me know!"

So I go with the guy and I'm about to get into the back seat when he tells me not to. He insists that I ride next to him in the front. Now, I don't know anything about the customs here or what women usually do so I do what he wants, 'cause the last thing I want is to offend any of their religious beliefs and all of that stuff, right?.

But anyway, I was wearing this cute little green dress with red shoes and as soon as we're out of the parking lot he puts his hand on my thigh. I'm super confused 'cause he's the driver, not the client, you know? But every time I move his hand away he just grabs my thigh again. At one point I actually started getting scared because he was looking more at my legs than the road. So after like the fourth of fifth I just give up and I let him stroke my leg. Then, as we're waiting for a light to turn green, I start feeling his fat fingers getting closer and closer to my crotch. I don't know why but the thought of getting fingered by some random guy inside a moving car got me going so I hiked up my skirt and spread my thighs for him. I figured I would just add a little charge to the Sheikh's tab. So then, the driver took one look at my red panties and smiled as his hand cupped my pussy. It was so hot, Taylor, I could see the faces of the other drivers passing us by, completely unaware that he was rubbing my clit through my underwear. I leaned back into the seat and pulled down my panties a little bit, the lady on the car next to us smiled to me as his finger slipped inside my pussy. I don't know what got into me but I turned off the radio so he could hear me moan and I kept looking straight at him as he continued to push his fat finger in and out of me. By the time we got to the palace he had me cumming in his hand and let me tell you, that was the perfect warm-up for the party. I thanked him with a kiss and got out of the car.

I know what you must be thinking right now, that it was unprofessional, right? And you're right, believe me I know, but when I get into that mindset, when I turn into Slutlena (that's what Justin used to jokingly call me when I was working for him) it's hard to control. It's like I can either be shy and terrified or a shameless slut, but there's no middle ground. I mean, I still get nervous before every job, just like I did before every concert. And sometimes I'm still embarrassed during it. Honestly, it scares me sometimes when I actually start thinking about the stuff some of my clients have made me do. It's been almost a year since Abel convinced me to start doing this and it's like, in that time I've fucked way more guys than in all of my life before that. But here's the thing, I haven't been with someone without money being involved since that night with Luca. I've been with so many men but they all paid to have me... and that's super weird when I actually start to think about it.

It's like, I've been spat on and called the worst things you can imagine, I've licked cum off the floor more times than I can count, been pissed on and degraded in ways that I never knew were possible, I've been gangbanged and used until I couldn't stand up anymore. And even after all of that... I haven't stopped. Even if I wanted to I don't know if I could. How could I go back to a normal life after doing all of that? I think this life might have ruined that forever. I don't even think I can have normal, healthy sex now because every time I masturbate my mind immediately jumps to men calling me a slut, that's like the only way I can get off now. I just can't help it.

Do you think there's something wrong with us, Tay? That despite having everything we dreamed of as kids we still need to be used like this? Don't get me wrong, I don't think being an escort is a bad thing, on the contrary, I love meeting people and knowing I can make them happy. It's actually not that different than how I interacted with my normal fans. I mean yeah, they might call me a slut and spit on me while we're having sex but before and after they're just as sweet and kind to me as any fan of my music. So I don't know where I'm going with this, I just wanted to tell that to someone and you're basically the only one that can understand. Most of my closest friends want nothing to do with me since they heard the rumors, even though my publicist made a huge deal in the media about me going back to rehab so I could take a break from music, not everyone bought it and... well, it hasn't been easy.

I just miss you so much right now. I know you're gonna be furious because I didn't tell you everything about the Justin thing but... I don't know, it's just too long and fucked up to put in a letter, you know? That's why I can't wait 'till you finish your tour so we can start hanging out together. Maybe even work together... Can you imagine?! Oh God it would be so fun!

I'm just rambling now and completely forgot to tell you about the gorgeous wedding I attended today. It was so pretty and romantic and I danced so much and had so much fun! But I'll tell you all about that tomorrow 'cause I'm exhausted and I just can't keep my eyes open right now and I need to rest for the banquet I'm attending tomorrow with the Sheikh's youngest son.

So... yeah, I love you and miss you, Tay. See you soon!

Inescapably yours, Sel."

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There were a lot of things Selena omitted in her letter, and some she just lied about. She herself wasn't sure why, whether it was because of shame or fear or something else, but the fact was that there were some things she just couldn't share with anyone; not even her best friend.

First, was the fact that she was running out of money. Justin had taken advantage of her in every single way and, among promises of unconditional love and spending the rest of their lives together, he'd convinced her to hand over to him complete control over her bank accounts and properties. Needless to say, that had proven to be a terrible move after breaking up with him again. And so, the 26 year old pop star had to start over with no support from her family or her friends, with record labels and fashion companies suing her left and right for failing to fulfill her contracts, and publicists, bookers, executives and anyone with any kind of weight in the entertainment industry blacklisting her from any substantial move that could help her get back on her feet. Abandoned by most and too ashamed to reach out to anyone else for fear of being judged and ridiculed, Selena had found no other way to pay her bills and legal fees but to return to prostitution, the one thing she'd sworn never to do again after leaving Justin.

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The singer turned escort had worked in the middle east a couple of times before during her time with Justin. She liked escorting there, where a lot less people recognized her. Over there she wasn't a disgraced pop-star but a gorgeous and exotic high-class prostitute. One of the best in the world. Still, she was a little more nervous than usual because it was her first time working in Dubai and she was worried that they'd all be speaking Arabic and she wouldn't understand anything. Thankfully, the Sheikh's maids spoke just enough English to get their point across and, right after she left the limousine, they had taken her inside the palace and led her to the room where she was to get ready. Staying in a palace straight out of some fairy tale wasn't making things any less overwhelming with it's tall ceilings, precious gold decoration and legions of servants moving up and down the corridors like ants in the Sheikh's luxurious colony. To make things even worse, the Tall Man, who was always by her side before and right after a gig, was nowhere to be found.

A long, restrained wine-colored dress awaited on top of the bed. It was surprising that they didn't want her to wear something more vulgar or revealing, but if the client wanted her classy she was happy to oblige. After a quick shower, the maids braided her hair behind her head, they did her make up and covered her in delightful perfume; all while speaking among themselves in what Selena assumed was Arabic.

No one told her anything else, not what she was supposed to do or whom she was supposed to do it with. They just opened the door for her and lead her into one of the palace's gardens where a crowd of people were already gathered. Selena was surprised to see all kinds of people there, men and women and children and old people; all of them dressed formally and making their way around the many tables with fancy food and bottles of wine. 'Oh, this is a wedding' she figured out as she walked down the steps and saw the decoration on the tables and a big wedding cake.

The maids were gone and no one else approached her so she grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters and started to walk around anxiously among the guests, smiling awkwardly while she looked for the Tall Man or anyone else that could tell her where she was supposed to go.

Being used to be the center of attention at pretty much anywhere, she felt so out of place standing there without knowing anybody, like she did as a child when her mom would take her to the birthday parties of one of her friend's kids. 'Any other gig there'd be a guy drooling over me by now' she thought, standing timidly behind a catering table, 'This is not what I was expecting...'

A young kid came up to her and asked for a photo. "Oh, are you a fan of my music?" she modestly asked.

Taking photos while escorting was a definite no-no in the Tall Man's rule book, but everything else about the job was different and she was still dressed normally so what could be the harm in it? There was no way she was gonna say no to such a cute little kid. Right after her, a group of seven or eight kids approached and she took more photos with them, but not one of them said her name once, which was strange to say the least after many years of fans constantly shouting her name everywhere she went.

As the minutes passed, more and more people approached her and took photos with her until she started considering that maybe there had been some kind of mix up when they had booked her. Maybe they didn't want her as an escort today but as a celebrity making an appearance at someone's wedding. The thought made her feel a little more at ease, even if deep down she knew it was probably not true.

"Photo, photo!" An older man shouted as he wrapped his arm around her. "Oh yes, of course!" the pretty Texan smiled before he felt him squeezing her ass. "Thank you, very pretty, very pretty!" he said, walking away.

'That was weird,' she thought, turning around to find another man staring at her.

"Um, hi..."

"I touch, I touch!"

"You touch wh--? Oh!"

The man's hands groping her tits startled her. She got away from him but bumped into another man in a tuxedo who, with a huge grin on his face, embraced her and started lifting up her skirt to touch her thighs. Selena squealed and slipped from his arms. She heard a group of people laughing as she made her way through the crowd, being groped and fondled by every man, woman and child there until an old man stopped them with a single clap.

"Enough, enough! Come here, you precious thing!" he told Selena with a big grin. The agitated girl quickly joined the older man at the main table, sighing with relief as she sat down next to him. He introduced himself as the Sheikh with better English than she had expected and explained to her that she was the guest of honor.

"What does that mean? I... I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to be doing here."

"This is my son's wedding. You are final gift of single life before he and wife make life together."

"Oh, so is this like a bachelor's party?"

"No, this is wedding today. My son just married, there he is with wife."

"But if they're already married then--"

"This is family tradition. You are guest of honor. Everyone here celebrate and enjoy guest of honor before night of wedding."

"Everyone here... wait, what?"

"Come here," the older man said, sitting her on his lap. He fed her a tiny piece of cake and then kissed her on the mouth. Selena hesitated but kissed him back, still very confused about what was going on, before the man sitting next to them grabbed her. She yelped at the sudden pull and soon found herself with his tongue in her mouth. The men at the table passed her around from one to another, all of them kissing her on the lips and fondling her before it was the next man's turn. When each of the eight men had had their turn the Sheikh's son and his wife joined the table.

The groom introduced himself as Abdul Aziz Al Ghurair and kissed Selena long and hard while his wife remained quiet and docile behind him. "Oh... um, nice to meet you," Selena sheepishly replied. Then he nodded to his wife and she approached her too. She gave the singer a quick peck on the lips and hugged her, it was obvious she was nervous too. "Whatever happens now, whatever they do, just say thank you," Selena heard the woman say in her ear.

"Say what?"

"Shukran jazeelan," the woman said before returning to her husband's side.

"Sit, enjoy!" The Father exclaimed and pointed at a chair right in between Abdul and him. Selena nodded and sat where they told her to while festive music started playing and many waiters approached with plates full of rich and exotic dishes. "Eat, enjoy yourself!" the Father exclaimed with a mouthful of food. Every dish was incredible, so many delicious things she'd never tried before. She had no idea what everyone was talking about but they all seemed to be in a good mood. The children were running around and the adults were dancing, drinking and laughing. Abdul's father kept grabbing her in front of everyone and making toasts that she couldn't understand, so she kept smiling, looking pretty and perky as the old man groped her to the amusement of the excited guests.

After finishing the main course they served her a piece of pie and, as she was about to take the first bite, she felt a hand tapping her on her shoulder. She barely managed to see the hairy cock waiting for her before it got shoved into her mouth. Her first reaction was to pull away but the Sheikh held her head in place while the guest began to fuck her mouth, "GAWK, GAWK, GAWK!" she gurgled while the table laughed, the tears pouring out of her eyes blurring the delighted crowd. Selena had done a lot of fucked up things as a whore, but having her mouth fucked in front of dozens of men, women and children, all of them gathered there for a family occasion, was by far the strangest, most mortifying one she could think of. She gasped for air when he pulled out and the families started to cheer on as he ejaculated on the front of her crimson dress. "What the--!" she complained, seeing her pretty attire ruined by three long strings of white goo. She heard Abdul's father laughing and was shocked to see another man to her left jerking off right into her plate. When he was finished cumming he just stood there looking at her, like he was expecting something; the guy who had just fucked her mouth was doing exactly the same. Selena looked around and noticed that everyone had gone silent and with the same expression of wanting something from her.

"Uh... shu... shukran?" she said nervously and suddenly everyone was smiling and eating again. '...okay that was very weird, but I guess she was right.'

"Come on, eat, enjoy!" the Father laughed while he patted her on the back. He was of course referring to the piece of pie that one of guests had just covered with semen for her. Shocked and horrified, the former pop star froze for a second while the men at the table pressured her to take a bite. The look on her face had not gone unnoticed by the Sheikh, who grabbed her by the wrist right when she began to stand up and pulled her back down to her seat. "What is wrong? We pay good money for you. You eat and you enjoy or you go with nothing," he chided the fretful Latina who winced when his fat fingers dug menacingly into her skin. The old man's grin remained intact though, "American whore will do her job. Do what she paid for," he added, before finally letting go.

'American whore,' ...those two words rung in Selena's head as she looked down at the cum-glazed dessert, then at a table to her left, where a fat woman and her young daughter were pointing excitedly at her plate. "Enjoy, enjoy!" the old man insisted, louder this time. With her chipmunk cheeks glowing red, the mortified Latina grabbed her spoon and stared at the gooey piece of pie with disgust. She sighed and smiled politely as she took the piece into her mouth, where the bitter glob of warm cum quickly went down her throat along with the delicious pastry.

"Shukran," she said politely, trying not to vomit from revulsion.

"More! More!" the guests shouted among laughs and satisfied cackles. The young whore smiled awkwardly and cut another piece. As she lifted the spoon to eat it, another man jumped from behind with his hard cock in hand and pressed himself against her cheek. She stopped and flinched as she waited for him to finish himself. Soon he was cumming all over the spoon and her fingers. Calmly, he cleaned himself by smearing his dick on Selena's pretty braids. "Shu-- Shrukran," she meekly said, then the man applauded excitedly as the pretty brunette struggled to eat it all up, licking the spoon clean to the pleasure of her audience. Just as she was getting over the disgust of what she had just swallowed, another guest came at her, stroking himself just like the others before. With a feigned smile that did little to hide her discomfort, Selena was waiting for him to finish when another guest got too excited and jumped on her, pushing her off her chair and bending her over the table. Plates and glasses rattled as he lifted her skirt up and began to pull down her tight white panties. Selena did not move an inch, frozen with her face mushed against the white cloth and the guest's hand clumsily pulling down her underwear until the Father yelled something and two guards took the daring man away. "Son, look this, Son," the Father said, putting his hand on her back to keep her in place and letting her know she wasn't allowed to cover herself yet, "Very fine gift this is, very fine american whore for you!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Selena could see the group of little girls she'd taken photos with sitting to her left. They were laughing and eating happily, unconcerned with the fact that she was bent over a table with her panties down, being spread open and inspected by the men at the table in front of everyone. The Father kept spanking her, twice in one cheek and then doing the same with the other, while he praised her firmness. Two of the other men at the table were now behind her and she started feeling her ass cheeks being spread, then her labia. They talked about her proportions and her softness and she gasped when someone put a finger inside of her. The Sheikh slapped her ass again and then more fingers followed, but what made it even more weird and uncomfortable was that it didn't feel like they were touching her in a sexual manner, it was more like they were testing her, like a doctor's exam or, more accurately, Selena thought, like she'd seen the cattle ranchers in Texas do with cows before a sale.

"You are good american whore. Sit, enjoy!" the Father praised her, pulling out the two fingers he'd been prodding and stretching her with and finally allowed her to get back on her feet. Tasting her juices from his fingers, he commented "Mmm, very sweet, very good!" Seeing the old man's fingers glistening with her lubrication, Selena's face turned beet red. Holding back tears, she said "Shukran" again and quickly pulled up her underwear, fixed her cum-stained dress and sat down again, returning to her plate with an uneasy, quivering smile. At that moment the music seemed to get louder somehow, so did the noise from the dozens of people celebrating her humiliation. She was hot and sweating under that dress, staring at the Sheik's glossy fingers like he was holding a grenade. 'I can't do this, I can't' The voice in her head began to shout, 'What am I doing here?!'

"Thalia, come here, try!"

Selena was shocked to see the bride being called out by her new Father-in-law to taste the cunt juice on his fingers. 'He can't be serious, she just married his son!' she thought, almost forcing herself to believe it was all a joke in poor taste, but the woman was not laughing and in fact her face had turned pale. Everyone else seemed to be loving the idea except for her, it was obvious she had never been around that kind of tradition. The poor woman couldn't even look up. Even after she politely refused several times, the other old men at the table kept pressuring her while the Sheikh tried to shove the fingers into her mouth until she finally gave in and allowed them in. Thalia sucked Selena's cunt juice from her Father-in-law's fingers while her new husband stoically watched in complete silence.

"Very good! Very tasty, right?!"

The woman swallowed with difficulty, "Shrukran jazeelan," she said, and nodded in polite agreement before returning to her seat and to her strict and stiff posture.

Selena felt so bad for her that she almost forgot about her own misery. Sitting there, a few feet from her, was another beautiful young woman trapped by her circumstances. Maybe she'd made bad decisions, maybe she'd never had any other options, but whatever had led her to be there, she shared one thing with Selena: They were both at the mercy of the Al Ghurair family, with very little control over what was would happen to them that night.

"Come, come, next guest!" The Sheikh exclaimed, inviting someone else to join them with a big hand-wave. That was when Selena realized there was a long line of men waiting for their turn with her. "Excuse me, I-- I'll be right back," Selena blurted out, letting a couple of tears escape from her eyes as she left the table in search for a bathroom where she could hide for a few minutes. Having found it, she locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. "American whore," she mumbled, full of self-loathing, staring at the smeared cum on her dress and on her hair and on her chin. Taylor had convinced her that she'd be free if she embraced that part of her being, but no matter how hard she tired, it didn't feel like being free. She could not leave, she could not say no, she felt just as trapped as she did before Abel sold her for the first time.

With shaky hands went through her little purse and pulled out two items: Her phone and a tiny little glass bottle with a red cap on it. "Stick, I..." she said to the phone, her voice breaking after every syllable, "I can't do this, I just-- I can't."

"What is the problem?"

"They're making me eat cum!"

"You've done that before," he calmly replied.

"Not like this! There's children and old people and there's a line of men that-- I think I'm supposed to swallow every one of them and I--"

Her voice cracked and she paused and cleared her throat.

"Is this real, Stick? I mean, how can this be real? This can't be my life, I-- I was a Disney kid! I was a role model for millions of girls! I had all the money and the admiration and--"

"What you had does not matter. The money is gone. No one wants to work with you anymore."

"But maybe I could talk to--"

"There is no one to talk to. You're blacklisted. You were Justin's property and you knew the consequences of leaving. An auctioned whore can't quit and expect to keep working in Hollywood. You know this."

"I know..." the disgraced star sobbed, wiping tears from her soft cheeks with the back of her hand. "But I just... I want to go home."

"And where is that?" He simply replied, a subtle reminder that she'd been staying at different hotels for months now, having been forced to sell her mansion in L.A. to pay for some of her debts. The message got across very clearly and the phone, soaked with her tears, almost slipped from her hand. The sound of her troubled breathing and sobbing went on uninterrupted for a couple of minutes until the Tall Man added, "If you are sure, I will take you back to America. After that, I will leave."

"Leave? To go where?!"

He did not answer. The Tall Man was always short on words but his points came across nonetheless.

"No, please! Listen... Okay, alright? I... I'll do it. I won't leave. Just don't leave me, okay? Please, Stick, you're all I have now and I-- I can't lose you too... Please."

"Be strong. I'll be waiting." He said, and the call was over.

"Be strong," she repeated to the crying woman in the mirror, before taking the little bottle to her nose and taking the white powder in with one powerful sniff. "Fuck!" she yelled while rubbing her nostril and experiencing a sudden surge of energy and courage. One more bump and a couple of pills later she was ready to go back out there again.

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And that was the second thing she couldn't tell Taylor about.

Obviously, growing up as a celebrity, she had tried drugs before, but seeing her friend Demi and many more people close to her lose control had scared her enough to stay away for several years. Casual drinking had been her only vice during that time, and even that had brought her plenty of trouble. But alcohol wasn't enough anymore after all she'd been through the last couple of years. It wasn't strong enough to make her cope with the fear, the anxiety, the nerves, the humiliation of having to sell herself to disgusting strangers... she couldn't even fool herself with Taylor's talks of absolute sexual freedom and self-realization because she was no longer spreading her legs and sucking dicks out of her own volition; now she needed the money, and she needed it badly. Debasing herself like that wasn't an option anymore, it was the only thing she had left.

And so, at the behest of her clients, Selena had started accepting their offerings of different illegal substances to cope with the job. Slowly but surely, doing a bump of coke before a gig had turned into a habit and, on particularly taxing days like the one she was going through, swallowing a bunch of pills was the only way she could endure all of the perverted stuff she was expected to do and still be able to fall asleep that night.

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"Hi, sorry about that," Selena said as she returned to the bride and groom's table. She had retouched her makeup to hide the fact that she'd been crying but there was still a touch of red in the white of her eyes. "Who's next?" she playfully asked, a warm and beautiful smile across her cute face. She then noticed a plate full of big and juicy strawberries waiting for her and the first thing the Sheikh did was feed her one of them. "Mmm, delicious," Selena exclaimed after chewing down on the tasty fruit while the next man in line stroked himself mere inches from her face. The old man took her hand and placed another strawberry on her palm, saying "Enjoy, enjoy!"

"Wha-- oh..." she said, wincing a bit as the stranger's sperm began landing on her palm. "Eat, enjoy!" She looked down at the small pool of cum in her hand, and the strawberry swimming in it. Her head was spinning but at least the terror was gone. And so, with the Tall Mans words echoing around in her mind, she grabbed the small red fruit and spun it around in the tiny pool of clear goo, making sure to get every part of it as coated as possible before taking it to her mouth. She bit into it and the fruit and man juice mixed around her tongue. With everyone watching her closely, she savored the bitter taste of the man's jizz mixing with the sweetness of the strawberry as she chewed it. Then she swallowed it and smiled, "Mmmmm! Shrukran jazeelan!" she said before slurping the rest of the cum from her sticky hand; just in time for the next guest to surprise her by pressing his cockhead against her pink lips and shooting another loud into her mouth. Surprised but ultimately unfazed, Selena cocked her head back and welcomed the thick shots of cum on her tongue while inviting the next guy in line to join in. She kept the first load swimming around with her saliva and then opened wide for a second one until her mouth was so full of cum that it started running down the corners of her mouth. Once the second guy was done, she grabbed another strawberry, threw it into the pool of cum her mouth had turned into and gladly ate it up. The response from the crowd was loud and clear. They loved the show she was putting on and kept doing so until she had ingested every single strawberry, along with many, many loads and a thank you after each one.

When every man on line had emptied himself either in Selena's mouth or on top of her, the pretty brunette was a mess. Her cute braids were caked with semen and so was most of the front part of her wine-colored dress. One guest had shot cum on her ear and she still had a big, thick drop of white hanging from her earlobe along with the clear trails of jizz ropes that descended from her forehead unto her eyebrow. But seeing the empty plate and the line of men gone, made her feel a bizarre sort of pride. She had accomplished something that just a little while ago seemed impossible. The pills had taken effect and she felt way more relaxed, more eager and willing. The Sheikh stood up and raised his glass to the newly wed couple, Selena raised her own even though she couldn't understand one word he was saying. Whatever it was, it made the crowd chuckle a couple of times, then he turned his gaze to Selena and so did everyone else. A waiter came over and took her wine away, quickly replacing it with another glass, one a lot bigger, full to the brim with white, viscous liquid.

Suddenly switching to English, the Father exclaimed, "To the bride and groom!" and it became obvious that they were all waiting for the american whore to take the first sip. "Oh!" she exclaimed and brought the glass up to her face, feeling the warmness of its content on her hand. 'Where did they get all of this?' she thought, wondering where they'd managed to find so much fresh cum for the occasion. Luckily for her, the drugs in her system were taking over and making her relaxed, horny and daring so it did not take her long to raise the glass to the couple and take a sip from it. The crowd cheering enticed her and she took another drink from it, even gurgled some of it before swallowing it. After a long night of swallowing load after load, more cum than she'd ever swallowed in all of her life, she was no longer fazed by it and, if she was being honest with herself, she'd have to admit that she was enjoying the gelatinous consistency as it went down her throat.

"Come on, finish, finish!" The Sheikh insisted while everyone else shouted the same in various degrees of drunkenness. Selena drank gulp after gulp of the thick cream like a pro, making even more of a mess of herself as the semen escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin and neck. She ended it with a satisfied exhalation of "Aaahh", like she had just enjoyed a glass of fresh lemonade and after licking the cum-mustache off her upper lip, all of the guests drank to the bride and groom and their bright future together.

Things normalized a bit after that and Selena was invited to join the family on the dance floor. Despite the bloated feeling and the occasional cum-flavored burp, she actually started having fun with them. Yes, the "Guest of Honor" thing had taken her by surprise and it was still very weird to be dancing at a wedding with a stained dress and cum all over her pretty braids, but she'd made it through somehow and now she was drinking and having fun like it didn't matter. Some of the guests were still horny and there was no shortage of frisky hands and overt groping but, after having swallowed a whole wedding's worth of stranger's cum in front of everyone, a quick tit-grab or spank here or there wasn't too much of a problem.

And so, the rest of the night went on without much incidents. They brought a huge, beautiful cake and the newlyweds had their first dance. Watching them dance in each other's arms, both of them looking so gorgeous and in love, made her tear up a little bit and she laughed at herself for being such a softie. After that it was time for the couple to leave for their first night together as husband and wife. The Sheikh said a few more words in Arabic and the couple got up and started to wave goodbye to the crowd. Hand in hand, they started to walk away and Selena felt all eyes turn to her again.

"Wh-- what?" she cluelessly asked. She heard a few people laugh and saw that Abdul and Thalia had stopped and seemed to be waiting for her.

"Uhhh, I'm sorry but I don't know what I'm supposed to do now..."

"Come," the bride said, offering her hand, and among the respectful applause of the wedding guests, the trio left for to consummate the marriage.

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To Be Continued...