Selena Gomez, International Escort

Selena Gomez, International Escort

Chapter 1

by Noopster.

This story is a sequel to NY Whore

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There is a man standing in a room of the luxurious Bulgari Hotel in Milan. He is wearing a Stuart Hughes $10,000 suit and Italian shoes that cost almost half that amount. His fly is open and his cock rests in his hand. His gold, diamond-encrusted Rolex glitters under the afternoon sun coming from the balcony window as he jerks off with his left hand.

"It... it comes... for you!"

A woman kneels in front of him. She is wearing black, thigh-high stockings and a black thong, nothing else. She is playing with her beautiful breasts, waiting for him to finish.

"I'm ready, give it to me."

The man hunches over and cum comes gushing out of him. The first strand lands on the woman's right breast, right below her boob mole. He points down and spills the rest on the carpeted floor.

"Oh my God, that's a big one!" she laughs, examining the fresh puddle of semen between them.

"All for you," the man replies, out of breath and squeezing the last drops out.

She looks up at him and smiles, "Mmm, thank you so much!"

The man squats down next to her, runs his fingers through her black hair and pushes her head down carefully, looking down at her with piercing eyes as her divine and innocent face slowly descends upon the viscous gift he made for her. He rubs her pretty face in his cum, making sure she turns her face time and time again until it's completely coated. There's cum and dust and strands of carpet inside her nostrils so she has to breathe through her mouth. Opening her eyes is a struggle, she's not allowed to use her hands so she keeps trying to blink out the cum from her eyelashes. A pointless exercise because he pushes her down again. He presses harder this time. "Eat it! Clean it off!"

The man pulls her thong to the side and fingers her dripping pussy as she licks the dirty carpet. Her wetness proves how much she's enjoying it. She's been waiting for it all week since she got his call. He pulls her hair and lifts her up on her feet so she can look at herself in the mirror. "Look, look how pretty you look!"

His dick is hard again. He bends her over the dresser, rips off her skimpy thong and fucks her from behind, right in front of the mirror. She stares at her cum-glazed face and runny makeup in the mirror, her gorgeous features contorting with the force of every thrust until the pounding becomes so intense that she has to look down, moaning and panting, taking everything her client has got. Clammy strands of dark hair stick to her forehead, she lifts her head up and brushes her hand over them to pull them away. She likes to watch herself getting fucked, and this is her favorite angle.

The man thrusts so hard into her that it takes every bit of strength she has to stop her head from hitting the mirror. The effort is making him sweat profusely and he opens the top two buttons of his white-collared shirt to reveal an ample chest full of white hair. She likes watching his hairy chest in the mirror, feeling his hairy hands gripping her ass cheeks and his hairy cock filling her insides. He's big and hairy and he grunts like a wild animal. 'It's like a grizzly bear fucking me,' she laughs to herself.

Her client shouts something in Italian that she doesn't understand and empties his second load into her expensive cunt. She can feel his cock still throbbing and beginning to shrink inside of her as he takes a moment to catch his breath. She didn't finish but that's okay. This isn't about her, it's about satisfying her client; and this is her third appointment with him this month so he must be pretty damn happy. He slips out of her and takes out a big wad of euros from a drawer to her right.

"You can count it if you want," he says, offering her the stack.

"No need, I trust you."

She's about to grab the stack of money when he pulls his hand back. She smirks and watches him wipe the head of his cock with it. A thick and gelatinous glob of leftover cum and cream that's now spread across the top of the bills is what he offers her instead. Staring right at him, she holds the bills in front of her face and licks them clean.

"You're such a dirty girl."

"That's why you like me so much," she replies, walking out the door.

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The tall man is waiting outside of the room. He covers her body with a big trench coat and accompanies her to the elevator.

"Well, that was easy..."

"Was it?"

"$250k for an hour of my time? Yeah, I would say so," she says, smiling proudly as she shuffles the pack of sticky bills in her hand.

The tall man sighs, "I really wish you would stop asking for cash, it's a lot more work for me."

"I know, but it's so much fun this way! And I'm the boss now, so you're just gonna have to deal with it."

He sighs again just as the doors open and she hides her cum-slathered face from the people walking around the lobby and out on the street.

"So what's next?" she asks, picking little carpet hairs from her tongue after getting into a black Mercedes with tinted windows. A shiver goes through her when she feels her client's warm load oozing out of her and dampening the trench coat.

"Dubai," the tall man answers after turning on the ignition, "The Al Ghurair Group is having a banquet to celebrate a huge donation to their Foundation for Education and Safir has requested you to be his date."

"Hmm, a party for a bunch of old, stuck-up, sexist billionaires... sounds like a blast."

"We can cancel if you're not up to it."

"Nah, I want to do it, I'm just a little tired."

"You work too much, Miss Gomez."

"Yeah, but what can I say... I love what I do. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Selena? Ooh! Make a stop at that KFC, I'm dying from some extra crispy wings right now!"

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To Be Continued...