New York Whore Chapter 12

  New York Whore

Chapter Twelve

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"We're good right here," the driver announced, slowing down inside a dirty alley behind a closed chinese restaurant. He put the car in park next to a trash container and turned to her.

"Okay, listen, I think there's been a mix-up," a very nervous Selena started to say as the lights inside the car allowed her to take her first good look at her awkward savior, a slightly overweight white guy with the kind of deep tan you only get by working outdoors and the dirt and grass stains on the front of his worn-out jeans to match, "This is not-- I'm not what you think I am. I don't--"

"Look, honey," he confidently interrupted while turning his blue baseball cap backwards, "The whole bashful-slut thing you have going on is really fucking hot, okay? But you can drop it now 'cause I've been working all fucking day and I'm in no mood for that kinda shit."

He leaned in and grabbed one of her tits but she quickly pushed him away, "Wait! I told you I'm not doing that!"

He sighed, "Then why are you in my car right now, huh? C'mon, cut the crap and let's do this."

"But I don't-- those guys scared me, okay? That's why I got in your car..."

"Bullshit, there's no way a hot piece-of-ass like you just happened to be walking around this neighborhood at this hour wearing that kind of dress. You think I'm stupid or something'?

"I didn't say--"

"Look me in eyes right now and tell me you don't suck dick for money!" He pressed on, getting right in her face, "C'mon, you little whore! Say it and I'll leave right now!"

Embarrassed and overwhelmed, Selena leaned back into the passenger's window, looking out of the windshield at the grey block wall in front of them, covered in grease and graffiti and all kinds of other substances she really didn't want to identify. "What else can I do?"she wondered while anxiously biting her nails, "Where am I gonna go if I get out of the car? Even if Justin is around to pick me up before some other random stranger does, he's going to want some kind of proof of what I did. He might be watching me right now from somewhere... maybe-- maybe he's the one that sent this guy and I-- I swore to him that I would be good. I don't want him to punish me again... I don't want to go back to the cage..."

"So? What's it gonna be, huh? 'Cause if you're gonna keep playing dumb with me you better get the fuck outta my car right fucking now!"

Selena didn't respond, instead she just looked down at the crumbs covering the vehicle's floor. Her silence was all the consent the driver needed. Again, he leaned towards the passenger's seat and grabbed a handful of her right breast.

"Can't we at least go to a motel or something?" She asked uncomfortably, enduring his clumsy, dirt-stained hands massaging her chest, her minuscule thong burying deeper between her ass cheeks and cunt lips as she pressed her knees together tightly.

"A motel? Pff! Nah, I ain't rich. I swear, even hookers have an attitude these days! What's the world coming to!"

"It's just-- this place is so dirty and-- and the police..."

"Police don't come around here, girl!" he laughed, "No one will bother us here, trust me, I bring street girls here all the time, they love this place!"

"Oh, okay..." she muttered while looking out the window at the rats crawling around the trash bags scattered on the ground. Sitting still with her hands resting on her lap as the driver continued playing with her upper body.

"So... what's your name, sugar?"

"Sele-- um, Sabrina. My name is Sabrina."

"Mmm, Sabrina, such a pretty girl. Let me get a good look at you."

He pulled a strand of dark hair behind Selena's ear and rested his palm on the side of her face. His thumb caressed her left cheek, "you might be the cutest hooker I've ever seen..."

"...Thank you," she sheepishly responded.

"I bet this sexy mouth right here can do wonders..." he said, rubbing his thumb over her glossy, full lips. She looked very nervous and he seemed to enjoy that. He pressed her bottom lip down and pushed inside, "Suck it." Selena did as told and nursed his dusty thumb with her lips, her fearful brown eyes locked with his. Slithering his free hand under her short skirt he asked, "Have I seen you somewhere before? You look really familiar."

"N-- no! ...no, I don't think so."

"You sure about that? 'Cause I can't shake the feeling that I've seen you before."

"I get that a lot. I just have one of those faces I suppose..." Selena was starting to panic, the last thing she needed was for a guy who had just picked her off the street to recognize her.

"Are you nervous?" he said, pushing and sliding further up between her sweaty thighs.

"A little..." She replied, trying to keep her legs closed at first. His hand kept insisting until she finally surrendered and spread them open just like he wanted.

"That's it, baby, much better. Just loosen up a bit, I'll be good to you."

Still sucking on his thumb, she gasped when he started grazing her snatch with the tip of his fingers.

"So... how much is this gonna cost me?"

How much? She had absolutely no idea. Every single job she had done up to that point had been previously negotiated before she even entered the room, and there was no way that this landscaper guy (or whatever he was) could come even close to affording what her past clients had probably paid for her. Waiting for an answer, he took the thumb out of her mouth, but down below his impatient fingers kept prodding.

"Well, that depends..." she baited him, trying to figure it out herself, "How much are you willing to pay?"

"Heh, you really are new at this, huh?" he chuckled, finding and putting a little bit of pressure on her slippery clit, "You're supposed to tell me your price straight up BEFORE I get my hand between your legs, Sabrina. Never give your clients a choice in the matter."

"Mmmnhg, sorry..." she moaned softly, "I told you I don't usually do this..."

"Ok then, look, I'll make this easy for you. All I got right now is a couple of 20s in my wallet, that's more than I usually pay for a blowjob around these parts but, this being your first time and all... what the hell, you can have 'em!" He was obviously lying but to a privileged and pampered girl like Selena, a millionaire since her teenage years who had never had a normal job in all of her life, the concept of what 40 dollars was actually worth on the streets was as foreign as an advanced math equation.

"Fine," she complied, pushing his hand away, "But just a BJ, okay? Nothing else,"

"Yeah, yeah. But first show me that little pussy, baby"

"That wasn't part of the deal!"

"C'mon! Just a little flash, baby" he insisted, "I just wanna take one quick look at it, that's all."

"Okay, I guess I can give you a quick one..." she said, trying to hide her own guilty excitement. With unsteady hands she pulled her tight skirt up and showed him her pussy mound, barely covered by the ridiculously small thong she had purposefully chosen for that special night; a decision she had been dreading since she'd left Justin's apartment because of how uncomfortable it was to walk around with it, but that seemed to be worth it now that she was actually flashing a client with it and she could see the hunger in his eyes and the bulge growing inside his baggy jeans. Her john was speechless as she opened her legs wide for him, staring at her pussy lips, slick with excitement already, that swallowed the scantly thin fabric. Above it a tiny red triangle clumsily attempted to hide the dark strip of pubic hair she'd been carefully trimming for the last week.

"Do... do you like it?" she asked meekly, and it only took a second for him to lunge forward. Pressing her petite form against the passenger door, he grabbed onto her right breast so hard that it made her squeal, then he started playing with her juicy pussy, pushing the little red strip even deeper between her sticky cunt lips.

"Wait... this is not what we-- mmmnnhh!" she moaned, trying to push him off while the door handle stabbed her lower back, but the man could wait no more, with a savage appetite he buried two fingers deep in her wetness and ripped open the front of her slutty dress. "Stop it your ruining my dress!" she yelled as her right tit fell out, he covered it with his clumsy mouth in a fraction of a second, slobbering around the hardening nipple like a starved animal. The latina's own breathing became as heavy as her john's, as scared as she was she was also getting hornier with every second his coarse fingers spent clumsily exploring her insides. Pushing his head off of her chest for a second, she removed the other half of her ripped top and offered her other magnificent tit for him to enjoy. "Okay fine, but stop--Ahhh!-- stop ripping my clothes, I have to-- mmmnh! --go back out there..." Still slobbering on her tits, he mumbled something unintelligible while his hand became soaked with her sex juice, Selena squealed with delight when he grazed her nipple with his teeth and reached down to grab his crotch. She felt his erection through his jeans, growing and hardening right in her hand.

"I'm ready..." she panted into his ear. He didn't listen, so she whispered closer into his ear, "I'm ready to suck it..."

That time the suggestion worked like magic, in an instant he was off of her and back on the driver's seat waiting for her. The singer-turned-prostitute leaned forward awkwardly, doing her best to avoid getting hit in the ribs by the stick shift and cup-holder in between. Her tiny hands trembled as she struggled for a few seconds to undo the belt-buckle. Her small dress strained against her ass and rode up her thighs, allowing the cold breeze coming in from the outside to reach her barely concealed pussy just as she grabbed and took out the driver's meat. The coldness made her shiver and she sighed from pleasure just a couple of inches from her client's cock, causing it to twitch in her hand. Selena's warm breath was all that was needed for it to reach its maximum capacity. The strong smell of sweat and dirt should've discouraged her but instead it turned her on. She knew what it was, that burning energy clouding her thoughts and overpowering her inhibitions, like a powerful drug taking over her mind and her senses. Selena welcomed the feeling and allowed it to take over her.

"What's your name, honey?" Slutlena asked softly while teasing the tip of his cock with her lower lip.

"Johnny..." he said, pulsating in her now confident hand. She held his cock up and dragged her warm tongue from between his musky balls and all the way up his hairy shaft. "Mmm, your dick tastes good, Johnny," she commented before wrapping her wet lips around the swollen crown.

With her ass in the air she started to bob up and down the head very slowly, taking care of his sausage just like Santos had taught her. She could feel his hand running through her hair, encouraging her to take even more of him, which she did; she swallowed that dirty cock until it hit the back of her throat, massaging his balls while he held her head down, forcing her to choke on it.

"Hold on, just hold on a little more..." he told the gagging slut. His right hand landed on her exposed rear and squeezed both of her ass cheeks, her brown little hole peeking behind her thong in the side mirror. He finally removed his hand and she gasped loudly, "Hey, deepthroating is extra!" she complained jokingly, wiping the mascara-colored tears with the back of her hand.

"Shut the fuck up and eat that dick!" Johnny ordered, forcing her down again. Stroking his slippery cock Selena sighed with resignation before gobbling it up again, her now expert tongue swirling around the tip in perfect synch with her lips massaging the head and both of her delicate hands firmly holding on to the base. "Oh fuck you're good at this!" he groaned with his hands pressed against the ceiling as she continued to work wonders on his cock. His finger found the ceiling light and switched it on so he could enjoy her pretty cheeks hollowing around his stiff, pulsating cock. Nothing but sucking noises and heavy breaths joining the crickets and the ruffling trash bags in the quiet night.

"I know who you look like," he said, guiding her head up and down his hard-on. Selena was too fascinated with having her mouth full of meat to really process what he was saying, "Hummh?" was all she replied between the slurping noises of her heavenly lips worshiping her client's dick. "Oh fuck yeah, right there..." he blurted out, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth and starting to play with the brunette's dripping wet cunt.

"You-- mmmnnh... you look like that actress..." he continued, "that girl from the, uh-- the Disney channel..."

Selena's eyes opened wide, had he finally recognized her? In an effort to distract him she reached back and grabbed his middle finger, the one he was using to play with her lips, and guided it right to her little asshole. "You can put that right there..." she moaned as she helped him push it inside her anus. With her john now fingering her asshole, another thing she would've never realized she enjoyed so much if it wasn't for her new profession, Selena began the final steps to make him finish. Swallowing almost all of his length, she held him in her mouth while jerking the base of his shaft with both saliva-covered hands, drooling all over his shaft and balls as her hips buckled and encouraged him to finger her ass even faster.

"She had a show, a witch show or something..." he kept on saying while breathing laboriously, constantly pulling her dark hair out of the way so he could really focus on her pretty cock-sucking face,

"You mean Wizards of Waverly Place" she said, taking a sudden pause, there was a cute giggle before she swallowed him again into her sloppy mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it! And the young girl there-- She had a... like a mexican last name... I used to jerk off to her so much... She looked just like you."

Slutlena couldn't help but smile, getting turned on by the thought of men jerking off to her on her Disney show was something she had always been profoundly ashamed of, but Slutlena was not concerned by those impure thoughts, instead she relished them. "Selena-- mmmnnnh! Selena Gomez..." she said after pulling the dick out of her mouth again, she jerked it while rolling her warm tongue down to his hairy balls before she looked up at him and finally confessed with a naughty grin, "That was me."

"What? What do you--"

"Take a good look," Selena smiled, turning her face right under the beam of light. With her hand now stroking him fast she stared at him and waited for the inevitable realization.

"Wait, are you fucking-- YOU'RE SELENA GOMEZ?!" he shouted, burying his finger knuckle-deep into her rectum.

"Yes..." she giggled with pride right before the first thick rope of cum hit her front teeth. The truth was out and Johnny had lost control, turning the famous singer's face into a slippery, sticky mess. "OH FUCK, OH FUUUUUCK!!!" he kept yelling as he showered the latina star with the biggest load of his life. She had put herself at risk by coming out to him like that but at that moment nothing mattered more than the delicious ropes of hot goo striking her perfect skin. She loved it so much that she herself kept pointing the throbbing cock at her face, making sure the jizz covered as much of her famous visage as possible.

"I can't-- I can't believe it's really you..." he said, now shaking and shrinking her hands.

"Wow, that was a lot!" she exclaimed with a thick layer of semen preventing her from opening her eyes.

"Sorry, it's just that-- I mean, wow! It's really you!"

"Yup!" she giggled again when he pulled his finger out of her hole, a big glob of semen tickling her nose as it rolled down from her forehead.

"Let me get something to wipe it off..."

"No, wait, I like doing it myself."

Before he could turn to the back seat, Slutlena was already taking care of it. She used his cock as a spatula, gathering all of the cum on her face and spooning it into her mouth. All Johnny could do was stare at the gorgeous woman he had fantasized so many times about as she fed herself with cum.

Wiping his face in disbelief he had to snicker, "Oh God I can't believe Selena Gomez just sucked my dick!"

"Heh, yeah, sometimes I can't believe it either!"

"But why-- I mean you're rich and--"

"It's a long story," she replied, covering her breasts with whatever was left of her torn dress, "Just know that you got yourself a real bargain tonight 'cause I never do this kind for 40 dollars."

"Wait, what? You mean this isn't your first time? You're actually a hooker?"

"Well... escort sounds better, but yeah, I guess I'm a sex worker now."

"Holy fucking shit!"

The corrupted star laughed at his stupefied expression and cuddled on his still heaving chest. After that they stayed in the car for a while, talking about Johnny's shitty job as a factory worker and what a huge bitch his ex-girlfriend was. Selena felt comfortable with him for some reason and was genuinely interested in hearing about her client's life. He asked her how long she han been doing that kinda stuff and she finally told him her story.

"I don't know why I'm telling you all of this," she remarked at one point, staring at the sticky spot on his t-shirt left there by her cum-slathered cheek, “Guess it's just nice to talk to someone normal for a change."

"Yeah, I always heard you were one of the nicest people in showbiz but this... this is just-- wow."

"I'm glad you liked it," she chuckled, "Honestly, I enjoyed it too. But it's getting really late, I should go back now."

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

There was an awkward pause and then, "Umm, I think this is the part where you pay me."

"Oh! Right, right! Sorry, here you go."

The singer-turned-whore took the two 20-dollar bills and stashed them between her tits. "It's okay, this is weird for the both of us."

"Hey, could I get a picture with you?" he said just as she got out of the car.

"Uh... I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"C'mon, please! I just want something to remember this, you know? Make sure I didn't dream it."

Selena thought that was very sweet and she complied. He wrapped his arm around her and pointed the phone camera from above. The image on the screen showed her how unkempt she looked after giving that blow job. Messy hair, runny makeup and a clear coating of semen shining over most of her face, but she smiled and let him take the photo anyway, just as she had done before with hundreds-- if not thousands-- of her other fans.

"Aww, that's cute," she said when he showed her the photo.

"Okay, now let me get a photo with your tits out."

"What?! No! I'm not doing that!"

"Oh c'mon! I've already seen them, what's the big fucking deal?!"

"I just don't do that, alright?!"

"Oh, so you'll suck my dick but you won't give me any nudes?! Because you're too good for me, right?! Is that it?"

I... I'm leaving now."

"No, you're not, you filthy whore! Imma teach you some humility right fucking now!"

He grabbed her arm and she pulled away but running in those heels and that tight skirt wasn't easy and before she could get far he had caught up to her.

"Come here you fucking slut!"

With her hands pressed against the passenger door, Johnny lifted her skirt up and shoved his dick inside her. "No! Stop! This isn't what we--"

"Shut up and take it!" he yelled as he penetrated her hard from behind. "No! Please, Johnny, don't do this! I'll give you the photo!" she cried with her breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal impact, but he kept pummeling her and taking pictures of her distressed face as he did so. Selena started crying and closed her eyes, memories of Estrada's office flashing through her mind, where she had also been fucked violently and against her will. Johnny flipped her around so that her back was laid on top of the cold hood and started fucking her from the front, taking more photos of her with her tits out and her dark hair strewn around her face. He grunted angrily with every thrust and the latina slut began to get off on it, squealing like a little girl while he continued to abuse her quivering, shambling body. Johnny thought he was punishing her but was actually giving her exactly what she loved the most.

"You. Fucking. Slut!" he groaned one last time and rammed his prick to its limit inside her, in the height of climax he let go of her hands and she buried her nails on his back, pulling his body closer to her as he filled her sinful cunt with his soupy jizz.

"Thanks for the memories," he said before taking one last picture of the famous slut looking completely disheveled. Too shocked and tired to even close her legs she remained on top of the hood while Johnny's cream slowly dripped out of her gaping little pussy.

"That's a nice creampie, Selena Gomez!" he mocked her, "Now get the fuck off my car!"

The disgraced pop-star walked away from the alley as fast as she could with just one shoe on and holding her top up with her hands. Soon she was blundering on the dark streets again, whitish fluid staining her black skirt as the last drops of the guy's semen trickled out of her. That part of the city was deserted and she thanked God for it. After walking a couple of blocks she saw a 7/11 in the distance. She asked for a cheap phone so she could call Justin but soon realized she had no money. The lousy $40 dollars she had gotten for her work that night had fallen out of her dress at some point during Johnny's attack. The messy beauty broke down in tears right there in the store, so upset she looked that even a guy earning minimum wage for the graveyard shift felt sorry enough to give her the phone for free.

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"So, how much did you make?" Justin coldly asked just as she got into his car.

"Not-- nothing. I... I lost it."

Bieber looked at her with daggers in his eyes and stepped on the gas.

"I'm sorry... I'll be better next time, I promise!"

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To Be Continued...