Selena Gomez: Interview.
“I don't know, Eli, shooting in a car garage?” She picked up the large wine glass and swirled the dark red liquid around as she pondered their conversation, “It reminds me of those dirty calendars my uncles used to put up in their garages.”
“Well yeah, that's the point,” the acclaimed photographer laughed.
She looked at him, then back to the glass, clearly unsure.
“A friend of mine just finished restoring an old car he picked up and I’m doing him a favor shooting photos for auction. How about you let me give you a ride home, we can stop past there and I can show you what I’m envisioning.”
“I guess that would be okay.”
Selena followed Eli Russel Linnetz out of the restaurant where she had met with the artist at the behest of her friend, Theresa Mingus, her former assistant turned fashion designer. She had hired him to shoot some of her latest swimwear advertisements. ”Selena, trust me. I know he’s not like any photographer you’ve shot with before, but meet with him, have a drink and feel him out. Once you talk to him, I know you’ll come around.”
Selena, clad in a cute tight blue sweater and short white skirt, watched as her lanky driver walked around the car, his blue jeans and black shirt illuminated by the car's bright headlights. She wasn’t sold on his idea yet, but she couldn’t deny there was something charming about him. Maybe it was his charisma, maybe it was his passion for the project, or maybe it was the fact she hadn’t been on a proper date in months and although this was a business meeting, it was the closest thing to it in years.
“Your friend Theresa said that you want to shock people. That you want whoever looks at the photos to stop immediately.”
"Yeah, I guess...I feel like everything for this album has been so wholesome, so..."
"Dull?"
"Hey!"
"Sorry, sorry. I just meant to say that it's very...uh, safe."
"Safe?"
"Well, you look beautiful don’t get me wrong, but it's no ‘Hands to Myself’, that's for sure."
"Of course you would mention that one."
"Hey,” the driver laughed, “there's a reason everyone loved that video."
"Yeah, because I was in my underwear."
"It’s more than that, Selena. And it’s more than your just tits and ass. Sure, that's what the people want, and you've got plenty of both to show, but it was that attitude. That confidence that you were the sexiest girl in the world...and you knew it."
The comment flirted the line between personal or professional, and although Selena was unable to decipher his intent, the compliment still made her blush. She tried to move on immediately, but as she did so, she caught Eli staring at her chest; her large breasts bouncing as they drove over the uneven road. “Eh hem,” she cleared her throat.
“What? You want me to pretend I’m not looking?”
The way that Eli had spoken to her so freely about her body, with such confidence, she knew that it was a result of his porn background, but it was still so foreign to her. "I just feel like I should be moving in a different direction with my career, more than just, you know, material to…” her voice trailed as she made a fist and gestured in a clear jerking off material.
"Why?"
"What? What do you mean ‘why’? Because I want people to pay attention to who I am and what I believe in. I want to be known for more than just my body."
"But why not both?”
Selena stared at him blankly.
“Look, the problem with ‘your’ world is that you've been taught to believe that a woman can't be hot and smart at the same time, that if she showcases her physique or sleeps around then she can't be taken seriously, that she’s a whore, not ‘the man’. Where I come from, we accept the fact that everyone, man and woman, can be strong and sexy and powerful, and can love to fuck. Being labeled a ‘slut’ doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"So you think I'm a slut then?" she asked contentiously as they pulled in front of the garage.
Eli got out of the car without answering and walked around to help the beauty up, who despite where their conversation had headed, was still following. "What I think is that your skirt is very short, and you probably chose it for that reason. That you knew it would make me, any guy really, stare at your legs, which are fantastic by the way. I also know you're acting like all of this is shocking to you, even though you're a bit of an exhibitionist."
"What?!"
"You can drop the act with me, Selena. I've done my research, ‘Hands to Myself’ wasn't the only time you flaunted that hot little body of yours around. I've seen all the hot photo shoots, the slutty outfits, the countless times you've gone out braless, knowing the paparazzi were gonna take hundreds of photos of your hard nipples poking through, that see-through dress..."
"And that makes me a slut? Is that your point?"
"My point is..." he said, pressing the operator on an interior garage door, the machine roaring to life as the door slowly crawled open, “Madonna shocked the world when she stopped playing it safe in the 80’s. Rihanna has embraced her body and sexuality since day one. The world stopped when Christina [Aguilera] dropped the Disney image for ‘Fighter’. Hell, Rita [Ora] even openly talks about how much she loves sex.” Selena stared at him blankly, his argument was sound, but she had never heard anyone put it so bluntly. “Your best friend has been called promiscuous, a whore how many times, and yet, Taylor’s embraced it and boosted her career by writing about all of those relationships.” Eli went on as the door just about hit the top of the frame. "You've already made so much,” he gestured, “jerk off material. Why not embrace it? Show the world just how sexy, how fierce, how confident you can truly be!”
The pair stood in the opening of the door looking over the nose of an immaculate red sports car, bathed in a warm, dim light. The car looked as if it were straight out of a fantasy and Selena stood in awe, looking over the dramatic set.
Eli walked forward, extending his arms in grandiose fashion, “The 1974 Brickline SV-1. Ironically enough, this car perfectly exemplifies your character. The name literally means ‘Safe Vehicle 1’ but look at it, it’s beautiful, it’s exotic…” he paused, “just like yourself,” he winked, “a rare combination of the two. It’s the perfect representation of where you are in your life right now.”
Selena slowly walked around the car, dragging her fingers across the smooth, freshly waxed car body. She was conflicted. The way Eli spoke to her...he was so blunt, so raunchy, and yet he was right. She had been in a rut. For the past few years she had been a bit reclusive with only flashes of her previous sexy self.
“Sel, trust me. Eli is a visionary. I know he’s a little rough around the edges and doesn’t have the same illustrious background as some of the others you’ve shot with…”
“He shoots porn, Theresa!”
Theresa was Selena’s perfect foil. Unabashedly ready to show off and help Selena showcase her sexy, borderline slutty side year after year. She was also an expert in seeing through the singer’s excuses and had very little patience for that kind of bullshit.
“So what? You’re telling me that some of your previous shoots weren’t borderline softcore porn? Remember when you shot topless for V Magazine and they made you look like a lolita? You didn’t complain there. Or your InStyle shoot you did where you were basically naked in the pool with nothing but your panties and pasties on!”
“And you didn’t seem to have an issue shaking your ass for Terry [Richardson] on your Harper’s [Bazaar] shoot.”
“Theresa! He’s the biggest perv in the world, he had a boner the whole time!”
“...yet you didn't have a problem showing off that 21 year body for his pervy, old ass. He was what? Twice your age? Remember when you insisted on showing off your bra wearing one of his shirts.”
“You’ve seen what Eli did for my latest Krahs promo. It’s a casual meeting. Just go have a few drinks, listen to his ideas, I think you’ll come around to it.”
“So what were you thinking?”
Eli grabbed the handle, opening the door and surprising Selena as the gull-wing door swung up instead of out. “If you would…”, he held out his hand to assist her into the car. Selena climbed into the cockpit, sliding down into the soft brown, leather seat. “Like this?”, the starlet said, grasping the wheel and giving Eli a playful smile.
“More like…” he took her smooth leg into his hands “...if you don’t mind.” Selena gave him an approving nod and he began to sculpt her body like Michelangelo. “Scoot your ass forward...your foot here...leg like this,” he said, sliding his hands up to her thigh. "This might go smoother if you just accept the fact that you have incredible tits and that I will be looking at them most of the time," Eli stepped back with a sly smile, and looked at the model who was apprehensively covering her chest. “Hmm, how about this...” He took her hands by the wrists and as he leaned in to push them over her head, he stopped inches from touching her lips. “That's better.” The photographer grabbed Selena’s phone from the car’s dashboard and took a step back…
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Selena sat in the car watching as the lanky man started framing shots. “You can sit at that cart over there; and you can model against this wall of tires, or even…”, he pushed the wall of tires down “...you could lie down in here.”
“But what about the car, don’t you think we should feature it a bit more?” She asked timidly, not wanting to overstep her boundaries as she got out of the seat.
“Imagine rolling around on the hood of the car, dancing and shaking your ass for the camera.”
“Eli!” She gasped, playfully slapping his arm for the suggestion, still reaching for his hand to get out of the low seats. As the photographer pulled her up, she stumbled into his arm, their bodies crashing together, their lips lingering close again.
“Listen, my gear is already set up, why don’t I grab my camera and we can take a couple of test shots. You can keep the photos and decide if you want to do the shoot.”
Reluctantly, Selena agreed and followed Eli over to the management office, which he had taken over as part of his production. The manager’s desk was pushed into the corner with Eli’s equipment spread out all over it. In the opposite corner was a temporary make up studio station with a rolling rack visible in the mirror across from it. Eli shuffled through his cameras, while Selena walked over to the rack of clothes and began fanning through the wardrobe, “What’s all this?”
“I had a few models of my models stop by for some, uhh, ‘free’ portfolio work for them”. The starlet was unphased by his comment as she pulled a black long sleeve shirt off the rack, “Balenciaga!?,” she exclaimed. “Are you a fan?,” he asked, as she held the sweater to her chest and looked into the mirror, rocking her hips as she imagined herself wearing it. “Why don’t you try it on?,” he suggested, pointing at that restroom to her left.
The baby-faced brunette stepped into the bathroom and pushed the door closed. Eli snapped a low powered lens on to his camera body and looked up, noticing a small sliver of light and realizing that Selena had not closed the door properly. Bringing the viewfinder to his face, he focused the lens.
Selena slowly stripped off her top, allowing her massive tits to fall free in the cleaned restroom. ‘What am I doing?’, she asked herself, leaning on the bathroom sink with both hands and looking at the Balenciaga sweater draped over it, struggling to decide if she should go forward with the test shoot. Eli had been warm and professional, but he was an unknown commodity.
‘It’s just a test shoot, what am I nervous about? I’ve done a million of these, a few pictures and then I’ll head home’. Trying to build up her confidence, Selena cupped her tits, ’That photo, he did make me look good,’ she thought, picking up the top and pulling it over her head without putting her bra back on. ‘Eli might shoot porn, but at least he isn’t anywhere as big of a creep as Terry was’.
“X-Rated, huh?” Eli joked as Selena opened the door. “Well, you know me,” she flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully.
The pair walked back to the Bricklin, “Go ahead and sit down on the hood.”
Selena did as she was told, sitting on the hood waiting for direction.
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The shutter snapped closed, the lights flashed.
“Hey! I wasn’t ready!” She exclaimed.
Eli turned the camera to Selena, “A little over exposed, but you’re a natural, these look great!”
The timid brunette continued to throw silly looks at the camera, becoming more and more comfortable as he dialed in the lighting in.
“Now, let's get to it," he said, adjusting the strap of his camera, wrapping it around his forearm. "Lean back a little bit and arch your back out." He began taking photos, and though she was still self-conscious, she was starting to open up to him.
“Wait...this...” Eli ran to the other side of the garage and shuffled through one of the mechanics' tool chests like a mad genius at work. “Here!” He held something up like it was the winning lotto ticket and returned to his subject with a small tube in his hand, labeled Lightning Grease. "Just a little bit for the photo. Just a little bit so you can get a feel for the concept, deal?"
A soft nod gave him permission and he squirted a smear of grease into his palm, “May, I?,” he said, showing it to her and, once again, she nodded affirmatively, taking note of how polite and gentlemanly he had been to her. Looking into her eyes, he leaned down and put his palm on the outside of her thigh. Slowly, he began rubbing the grease onto her legs. The viscous substance was cold on her skin, and her bottom lip began trembling as he smeared it on her skin. His left hand found the inside of the brunette's thigh and a small moan escaped her mouth as he caressed the toned leg, her hands quickly covering her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” the embarrassed girl said.
"Don't deny it. I've been in ‘the industry’ long enough to know how it goes and it's okay, Selena. I can sense the change in your respiration. I know you’re aware of my background. Sex isn't this bad thing you have to run and hide from; you need to embrace it. And that starts with accepting you don't have to keep denying what you feel around me...Theresa didn’t."
“Wait! You and…”
Eli hovered his finger above her mouth and continued applying the grease to her legs. "It feels good, doesn't it?", moving his hand up and down her fleshy thighs. Selena nodded again and her legs relaxed. Eli slowly rubbed down to her knee, there was no more grease on his palm, but he kept going, carefully massaging the singer's thighs, his hands traveling up, disappearing further under her skirt until she let out another cute gasp. His fingers ran down the creases between her thigh and crotch, inadvertently lifting her skirt up to reveal a red thong, almost perfectly matching the writing on the top. Selena bit her lip, closed her eyes, and allowed her legs to open ever so slightly, “Theresa mentioned that she had slept with one of her photographers.”
She snapped out of it as Eli was cleaning his dirty hands on her white skirt. He leaned in close, leaving the brunette unsure of what would happen next. Should she lean forward or back? Did she want to lean forward or back? Their lips were about to touch again…
"Now stay there, just like that," he said, moving back and focusing the camera on her. Selena closed her legs but still stared into the camera with a seductive confidence as Eli clicked away.
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Looking down at the screen, a large smile stretched across his face. He had gotten the beauty to embrace her ‘sex’, to squeeze her massive tits together and prominently display the X-RATED logo on her chest without saying a word. She was no longer sure if she was performing for the camera or Eli, but it didn’t matter. Seeing his reaction, she knew exactly how the photos looked.
Eli took a step forward…
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And another…
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Repeating these actions until he was directly in front of her. “How do they look?” Selena asked softly, seductively.
“Do you trust me?”
Selena bit her lip, playfully this time, and nodded her head.
Gently, Eli put his hands on Selena’s dirty knees and spread them wide, crouching and bringing the viewfinder to his eye.
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The screen lit up, Selena Gomez was leaning back on the hood of the car, her arms supporting her and, between her legs, the shadowy red of her thong sat prominently on display between her greasy thighs.
Eli couldn’t help but notice that the confident look in her eyes was unwavering. He ran his hands up the latinas thighs, hooking his thumbs under the skirt and pushing it up. Instinctively, she rocked her hips forward allowing the cotton skirt to slide up and as she lowered herself, Eli had a front row seat to watch her body, those thick thighs and surprisingly tight ass, squish against the body of the car. She leaned back, finding that same position, spreading her legs, putting her thong on full display.
“That’s it Selena, embrace it. You’re sexy, you’re powerful, you’re confident!” He encouraged her.
Selena took a finger and bit it...
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...it slid down her chest, putting enough pressure between her tits to accentuate her hidden cleavage...
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...down her stomach...
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...and she slowly slid it along her slit.
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Eli zoomed in, he could see that there was a difference in color between the outer extents of the thong and the center. Selena Gomez’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she starred in her own private porn shoot.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, look at this," he stood up and turned the camera around. The starlet flipped back and forth, stretching the time out as she stared at the sheathed hard-on in her face.
"Is that hot or what?"
The photos were good. Real good. She looked sexy and powerful and sure of herself.
"It's...yeah, I really like them."
“What if I told you I could make you love it?”
There was something about Eli that Selena couldn’t put her finger on. Some combination of charm and sureness about what he was doing, a forcefulness in his directive that let you know he was in charge, but a softness to the delivery that made your actions still feel like your own choices. And then there was the way he spoke so openly about sex...
The artist pushed the compliant girl down onto her back softly, aiming the camera and taking a photo.
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“No. That’s not it. What if we add some skin?”
Selena’s body was burning. She had never shot anything like this. The position was so raunchy, and yet, she felt sexy and in charge.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she tried to resist, but every time Eli had touched her, she had submitted to him, her body unconsciously moving to help him sculpt her into the positions he wanted to shoot. “It will be tasteful,” he promised, and it was no different this time as she found herself arching her back in approval while he slid the top slowly up her torso, stopping just as the sweater bunched up and made her tits look even bigger than they already did.
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“This needs... balance,” he exclaimed and handed the nearly naked beauty the camera. Selena looked at the most recent photo and noticed how it was specifically framed with Eli in it, then watched through the viewfinder as he stripped his top off…
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...and unfastened his jeans.
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His body was toned and his jeans clung around his hips, his erection pushed forward, now only contained by his boxers.
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She held that camera tight as he wrapped his hands under her thong, pulling it tight so that her pussy lips telegraphed though the thin cloth, her wetness seeping through. She didn’t stop him as he lifted the top up further and revealed half of her tits, just barely covering her nipples, nor did she stop when he decided that wasn’t enough and pushed it up, finally putting her beautiful breasts on full display.
Selena paused as the cool garage air slapped across her erect nipples. The camera began to slide from her hands as the reality of her body being on display started to set in and Eli grabbed it as it slipped from her grasp.
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He watched as her spot got darker and darker.
"How long has it been, huh?"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
He pushed down on his unzipped pants, his cock springing free as they hit his ankles along with his boxers. "You know what I mean."
"What are you--"
"Shh," he silenced her with a finger on her lips, then slid that finger down to her chin, down her chest and stopped at her thong. The finger confidently hooked under the edge and pulled it to the side, revealing her eager slit.
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The shot was his masterpiece; the perfect specimen of a female body draped across the hood of a sports car. You could tell her head was slightly turned, although cut out of frame. A pair of large, natural breasts, spread under their own weight with hard nipples above, the words X-RATED clearly still visible on the bunched up shirt. Her toned stomach was covered by a greasy rolled up white skirt, her legs spread around her mysterious partner’s body, his clothes visible on the ground below, and his erect cock lined up at her shaven, glistening pussy.
"Eli, I don't--"
Her hand reached out to his chest, but as he pressed the head against her lips, she froze. "Don't. Talk." He said, pushing a little bit. "Don't. Think." Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes stayed fixed on his as his cock began to make way into her pussy. "Just let yourself feel..." She relented, albeit slightly, allowing Eli to slowly drive his cock into her pussy.
Selena moaned loudly as his shaft disappeared inside her. She became completely docile and taking Eli’s command to heart, she stopped thinking, and let herself feel every inch of his shaft being engulfed easily by her tight pussy. The brunette’s mouth hung open as Eli finally bottomed out inside of her. His girth stretched her out, sending euphoric ripples throughout her body as she began to get accustomed to the first real cock she had taken since breaking up with her previous boyfriend.
“Eli, should...should we be doing this...here?”
“Shhh…”, he once again put his finger to her lips, strangely comforting her while slowly rocking his hips, his shaft sliding in and out of her eager hole. Selena’s breathing grew heavier, her temperature rising out of control. ‘What am I doing?’, the girl asked herself. Eli demanded that she did not think, but every ounce of pleasure was met with a thought of doubt. 'I told myself my next time would be with someone who loved me. With my boyfriend, my future husband.'
“AHH!”, she loudly exclaimed as Eli slammed in for the first time, holding himself in place before pulling out slowly and slamming back into her, repeating this several times. ‘I’m 28. I know what I’m worth. Theresa and Eli are right, I should be able to have a little fun if I want to. It’s only sex!”
The photographer pulled his cock out of the star's glistening slit and this time, was met with her hand on his chest.
“May 2018.”
“What?”
“That was the last time time I, ahhh, I had sex.”
The porn producer smiled, and drove himself back into her. With every thrust, Selena was becoming more and more accustomed to having him inside her. Her hand roamed Eli’s chest, playing with his chest hair as he slowed to a steady, constant rolling of the hips.
“What were you waiting for?”
“I, uhmmmmmmm, I was, mhmmmmmm don’t stop that, waiting for ‘the one’,” the gorgeous girl responded between moans. Eli took heed of the girls demands, thrusting slowly but deliberately as he kept using her, “Isn’t it so much better to embrace your sexuality? To have sex because you want it, because it makes you feel good?” Though she did not answer him explicitly, the way her body was responding to him proved that Selena couldn’t help but agree with him. While she had had one night stands in the past, there was always a lingering feeling of wrongness the next morning.
“There’s no one here but us, let go of your inhibitions...”
“Fuck me, Eli.”
Selena had finally given in, fully, to the man's demands and her own desires. After relying on toys and her own fingers for such a long time, the pleasure of having a real dick inside her was too much to deny. Eli grabbed the willing latina by the hips, pulling her down the hood of the car into him; one leg over his hip, the other supported by his arm. His slick cock began slowly, but increased to a speedy, rhythmic thrusting. “Oh god, yes”, the brunette moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around the photographer's neck, trying to pull him close for the inevitable kiss they kept missing. Just as their lips were about to touch, he dug his fingers into the fat of her thick thigh and began to hammer her, “Take this dick!”.There was no mistaking this for any form of love making, the photographer held her tight and began roughly fucking her furiously. It had been years since her failed relationship with Abel, more commonly known as The Weeknd, and equally as long since she had experienced this kind of fucking. “OH MY GOD!” She screamed, burying her nails into Eli’s back, sending a jolt of painful pleasure down his spine.
The director slowed his pace, and Selena fell back to the hood of the car, her beautiful, warm skin covered with beads of sweat. She looked up at him, and he once again began to slowly fuck her. ‘This girl could charge so much for this pussy,’ he thought, watching as his shaft disappeared in and out of her bald slit, it’s tight lips wrapped around him, devouring him with each trust.
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Eli let his cock slowly fall from Selena’s hot cunt and the flash went off. He began to retake the same photos as earlier, only this time Selena’s pussy, having been fucked and still wanting more of his cock, was gaping, glistening in the light, clearly coated in her juices.
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The next shot was of himself buried back inside her, Selena’s face completely visible and in pure ecstasy, “That’s right, embrace it, I know you love dick.”
“Eli…”
“Roll over,” he demanded, forcing her over and putting her on to her knees. Selena kneeled on the bumper of the car and reached forward toward the windshield, grabbing the edge and holding herself in place as he began to knead her ass. She loved what he was doing to her body. It had been so long since she had been touched like this, so long since she allowed herself to be worshiped and used. And Eli, his confidence, the way he had gotten her to expose herself, to allow him to take photos of her and fuck her, she had never given herself to someone so freely they way she had to him.
Selena’s breathing was audible throughout the garage as Eli played with her fat ass, running his fingers across that sweat soaked skin, spreading it and looking at the actress’s long sought-after holes. Her pussy was twitching, hungry to be filled again. Her asshole was tight, perfectly round and ever so inviting. He knew he had her and was now going to toy with her. He leaned forward and held his mouth fractions of an inch from her lips. He breathed in deeply and his senses were overtaken with the sweet smell of her juices, and as he exhaled, he felt the gorgeous body in front of him shiver. He extended his tongue and, starting from Selena’s sensitive clit, slowly licked up her delicious cunt, pausing momentarily, before continuing to run his tongue over her asshole, the result of which was a deep exhalation and a deep moan. “This little whore, with a reaction like that, she’s definitely taken a dick up her ass.”
Eli gave it all his focus, “Yeah, you like that don’t you?”, his question short as his tongue hit her backdoor again. “Oh...Oh my god…” she moaned loudly, his tongue mimicking the same motion from earlier. His hands pushed into the waist of the crumpled up skirt, pulling at the waist line of her thin red thong. Slowly, the fabric was stretched as he put it down over her round bottom, before the friction finally failed and it snapped loose, dropping around her knees. “You like it? Having your asshole played with…?” this time his question trailed off as he started to more vigorously eat her ass, his tongue lashing around her hole, licking it, tracing it, pushing at her rosebud. “OH GOD YES”, she exclaimed, trying to keep some semblance of her composure. ‘What is wrong with me!?' she said to herself, 'Abel asked for months to play with my ass and here I am letting a guy I’ve known for a few hours already do it,’ reaching back she grabbed his head, holding it in place as he pressed on her hole with his tongue.
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Taking a step back from the front of the car, the sight of the starlet face down, ass up on the hood of the car, panting, was too much to give up. Eli approached her from the driver side of the car, his cock, still coated in Selena’s juices, dripping on the fender as it hung directly in her eye sight, her gaze fixed. He leaned in, SMACK, and left a red hand print across the thick, jiggling ass cheek. The former Disney princess only gasped as he did it, she was breaking down in front of him, remembering how good it was to be fucked roughly. The next time his hand landed on her, his fingers slid over the round hump, tracing her perfect shape as he buried two digits into her used fuck hole, eliciting a loud moan and small amount of drool to pool on the hood next Selena’s smushed cheek.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Selena?”
“Ye...yes,” she responded while trying to catch her breath.
“Do you want to suck it deep? Do you want to see if you can gag on it like my porn stars do?”
She didn’t respond, with all of Theresa’s previous comments rattling around in her head, her psyche was still torn between her former ‘fun’ self and the new God-loving girl she had become.
“Are you ready to remember what it's like to loosen up and have fun? To remember what a strong woman you are, to truly own your sexuality?” Her motivator asked, burying himself knuckle deep her wet hole and insinuating that his previous comments were directly connected to this new question.
“Okay, I’ll do it. I’m ready.” she answered, closing her eyes as if trying to convince herself she believed the words coming out of her mouth. But Eli had other plans, and just as Selena felt the nose of the car dip, she yelped at the large cock spreading her lips, plowing deep into her, before the shock of Eli’s hips powerfully hitting her ass sent a jolt through her body. He stood on the bumper over the top of her body, each thrust pushing her slick frame further and further up the hood until she was awkwardly pinned between the windshield and a hard cock. The producer grabbed the used latina by her shoulder length hair & waist and lifted her body, draping it fully across the windshield, her full tits smashed against the glass.
Stepping down from the hood, he grabbed his camera and sat in the driver seat, sliding down the same canvas he had posed his model in earlier. Selena watched as he brought the camera to his eye with one hand, and began stroking his cock with the other. The busty brunette, with her tits spread across the windshield, her nipples trying to cut the glass, looked better than any of the porn stars he had ever shot, hell, this shot may have rivaled the other for the best of his life.
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Selena had never watched any of her previous partners jerk off to her. Sure, she had seen a few pumps here and there, or even some more vigorous stroking as they were about to cum, but never just watching her body and taking it all in. The combination of Eli’s lewd behavior and the fact that he was still taking photos was turning her on more and more. Selena shot a sexy look into the camera’s lens and watched as Eli’s cock throbbed in his hand.
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Eli shot rapidly and stroked his cock faster. Selena’s legs were shaking. She needed his cock inside her again. Through the viewfinder, Eli watched as the latina bent her head down, sticking her tongue out and making one long, slow lick across the windshield, a string of her spit hanging from her lips, stretched across the glass. Lowering the camera, he watched as she mouthed ‘fuck me’.
In an instant, Eli had jumped out of the sports car, climbed the hood, and was balls deep inside the hungry latina, thrusting into her with a pace he hadn’t shown yet, “This pussy is fucking heaven,” he growled. Selena’s moans were growing, both louder and more consistent as she came around to the way that she was being used, fucked like nothing more than one of Eli’s paid sluts. “E...ahh...ahh...Eli…”, she struggled to get out between trusts, but was ignored as he smacked her ass and continued squat fucking her with reckless abandon. “Eli,” she moaned deeply, but the trend continued, and any time she tried to speak up, he fucked her harder and harder. “E..E...ELI!”, she screamed, her euphoric voice peaking with each thrust as he slammed into her like a jackhammer.
The porn producer reached forward, running his hand into her hair and grabbing a tight handful, ignoring Selena’s calls. “Shut up and take this dick!” he growled, driving himself into her harder and faster. It had been a long time since she had been fucked roughly, but this was something else; the attention, the feeling, the way he was speaking to her and treating her, she loved it all. With her ass up and her tits smashed against the clear glass in front of her, Eli yanked her hair, pulling her head back toward him. Selena relented, knowing that she was nothing more than Eli’s toy for the night and as she did, her legs began to shake, her pussy growing wetter as it began to spasm around him.
Eli smacked her ass with his free hand, filling the garage with a loud ‘wack’, which paired nicely with the other moans and grunts being shared by the two. His pace was furious, and the model's noises were only encouraging him to go faster.
“THAT’S IT! CUM FOR ME, WHORE!”
No one had ever spoken to her like that, and his words threw Selena over the edge, her juices spraying every time he slammed into her. This intensity, both physical and emotional, brought her to a powerful orgasm, “OH...YES...FUCK...DON’T STOP!”.
“ROLL OVER!” He screamed, practically throwing Selena over onto her back. “Open your mouth!”, he commanded, grabbing his slick cock and quickly stroking it the same way he had been in the car earlier. Selena winced as he held it to her face, ‘Does he expect me to just let him cum on my face?’, but the hand on her head didn’t let her stray, and her eyes stayed fixed on his shaft, ”Open that pretty little mouth!”. As if she had no control over her body anymore, Eli’s newest porn star tilted her head up and opened her mouth, presenting her tongue and tits as his target while laying against the glass. Grabbing hold of her head once again, he aimed the tip of his cock directly between her eyes and rubbed himself until he exploded, his thick cum hitting her directly on the bridge of the nose. She tried to recoil, but his hand kept her in place as the next ropes of hot cum landed across her cheek and eye, and in her mouth, the last few drops dripping onto the shirt, still bunched up over her tits.
Eli once again grabbed his camera and began to document the aftermath of their relations as the exhausted brunette smiled on the hood of the car, still trying to process what had happened.
CLICK
“Wh-what? But you already…”
“You said you wanted to suck it.”
“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the--”
“Get on your knees and put it in your mouth,” he demanded, his spent cock, still hard, hanging in front of her.
She was reluctant, but ultimately Selena complied, falling to her knees and opening her mouth, presenting her cum covered tongue for Eli to drop his member on. Her plump lips wrapped his shaft tightly and she began to bob her head up and down; ‘Jesus, she said it’s been years, but this cocksucker hasn’t lost a fucking step,' he thought as she cleaned his member off.
CLICK
CLICK
The beautiful, former-teen star stayed on her knees, covered in his cum with his cock in her mouth, then draped across her face as she posed for the last two photos. “Wow,” said Eli, looking at the screen on the back of the camera. Selena didn’t move, still riding the wave of her own orgasm. She looked up at Eli’s naked, sweaty covered body as he manipulated his camera and his cock hung there, dripping, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The cum covered beauty rose to her feet and sat back on the hood of the car, awkwardly scooping the thick glaze from her face while trying to process what had happened and what she was feeling. “So uhh, how do I compare to your typical girls?,” she giggled.
Without breaking his view of the camera, his response rolled off his tongue blunt and matter of factly, “You’re posing is great, but I wouldn’t expect anything less with your modeling background. You’re a great fuck and you suck a mean dick, but your moaning leaves a bit to be desired.”
“Oh, I wasn’t really--”
“...and you need to stop flinching when you’re about to take a load to the face. Other than that, I think you’d do great in the industry.”
Selena didn’t know how to respond, and followed silently as the photographer offered his hand, helping her up from her seat and leading her back to the bathroom she changed in originally. By the time she had cleaned up, Eli had changed and put most of his camera equipment away. “See, that’s the kind of chaotic, sexy energy I want to capture, Selena” he said, holding the screen to her so that she could see that very first photo on the hood of the car with her shirt up, exposing her stomach. “Can you drop me off at home now?”, the star asked, guarded.
Selena sat in Eli’s car in relative silence, staring out the window as he drove her home and made a few attempts to add to the discussion of the scene he was trying to have with her. Her mind was racing, ‘How is he acting so casually about what just happened? I guess that’s what working in porn does to you. I thought there was more of a...connection, the way he built me up...no it wasn’t nothing but a ruse to fuck me’, she thought, unsettled. ‘This is so awkward...so demoralizing, having your one night stand drive you home, ugh, I didn’t want this to happen again!”
As the car pulled up to her house, she finally looked back at her driver, “Thank you for uh, the company tonight,” she said awkwardly, opening the door and hanging one leg out. “Selena...” he reached across the center console and gently grabbed her knee, stopping her, leaning in toward her. She closed her eyes, ‘Finally,’ and waited for their lips to touch. Instead he reached into the back and produced his camera, flipping the cover and pulling the SD card from it, “Take this. Look through them, let me know when you’re ready to shoot.” She grabbed the card from his hand and, grasping it tightly, she walked up her driveway, ‘When I’m ready? I can’t believe he thinks it’s going to happen’.
After washing up, Selena prepared for bed, trading her wet red thong for a pair of light blue boy shorts and a comfy, oversized black t-shirt. She tossed and turned as she laid there, covered in blankets, thinking about the evening. She couldn’t help but think of Eli’s last words, they were kind, but backed by a confidence and certainty that she couldn’t deny. Reaching down beside the night table, she pulled up her laptop and popped in the SD card that she had unconsciously brought with her to bed. Clicking on the first image, she was shocked to see the photos of herself, topless and changing in the garage restroom, filling her screen, ‘That dirty motherfucker.’ On one hand she felt violated, but on the other, her exhibitionist side was turned on, knowing that he had watched her exposing herself before anything had happened.
The barely covered latina flipped slowly through the photos, moving through the ‘safe’ positions, finally coming to grips with just how undeniably sexy he had made her look and just how accurate Theresa’s assessment of his work was; he really was that good. She moved more slowly through the rest of set, the photos got raunchier and raunchier; the shot of her on her back with her stomach exposed, the one of her body on full display. “Wow, my tits really are nice,” she said, giving them a playful squeeze together between her arms. Finally, she made her way to the photos of them having sex.
Before she knew it, her pussy was once one again wet, and the vulnerable brunette finally caved, reaching down to start teasing herself. She was still unconvinced that the shoot Eli proposed was a good idea, and more so, was upset with the way he had seemingly used her, but she couldn’t deny how good the sex was. With one hand up her shirt and the other in her panties, the gorgeous starlet started to feverishly work herself. Her body needed the fucking that Eli had given her and now that she had gotten it, she needed more. The latina’s fingers easily disappeared in her still recovering pussy, her clit still wildly sensitive, causing her hips to buck every time she focused on it, but she couldn’t help herself. Watching the slideshow play, reliving the evening in her head, the imagery was too powerful. “Aaahhhhhhh YESSSSSSS,” she screamed, riding the high of another orgasm.
Selena lied there, panting, still touching herself lightly. Exhausted from the rough fucking and her own reliving of it, she finally drifted to sleep with her computer next to her, a photo of her on her knees covered in cum displayed on the screen.
To Be Continued...
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