Selena in Paris

 Selena Gomez gets really horny whenever she visits the City of Lights.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.

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Selena in Paris

by Noopster.

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As soon as Selena got off the plane that had brought her to Paris she felt relieved. Everything was so different in the city of lights and she loved every single thing about it: The architecture, the fashion, the fact that people minded their own business (well, for the most part), even the paparazzi seemed to be less annoying.

She had plans to attend a lot of different events and packed a lot of different outfits accordingly. The first one she put on was a black lace-up bodysuit with a short denim skirt on top. Before she went out she pulled back her hair into a pony tail and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She looked really sexy and she knew it. The deep cleavage offered an excellent view of her chest and the lack of a bra underneath (which had become the rule with her the last few years, to the point that she had thrown most of them out) allowed for a clear view of her firm breasts, which she liked. She was very proud of them and especially fond of the little mole on the side of her right boob. She would playfully caress it with her fingers each time she was getting ready to masturbate, suddenly she realized that that was exactly what she was doing in front of the mirror of her hotel room. As horny as she was getting, she didn't have time to pleasure herself, she had an important appointment she could not be late to.

The flashes of the paparazzi cameras almost blinded her as she came out of the hotel, the delicate shape of her hardened nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top was shamelessly obvious thanks to the chilly air of that morning. Photographers surrounded her, shouting question after dumb question as she made her way to the limousine, only stopping a couple of times to take quick pictures with a few lucky fans.

"Miss Gomez, are you and Justin still friends?"

"Is it true you had an abortion last year?"

"Did you have a lesbian fling with Cara Delevigne?"

She ignored all of them except the last question, which she heard right as she was entering the vehicle:

"Selena, what do your young fans think about you never wearing bras?"

She stopped, looked at the two pointy marbles pressing against her top and smiled proudly, then she looked at the reporter, "I think they love it. Don't you?" she answered confidently and closed the limousine door.

"You know that quote is gonna be on all the tabloids in a couple of hours, right?" said the lady sitting next to her.

"I know, but I'll worry about that when I get back home. When I'm in Paris somehow I don't care."

She meant it. America was her home but it was also the site of a lot of the things that made her unhappy and self-conscious. In Paris she felt sexy, powerful. She felt free.

Half an hour later she arrived at a fancy restaurant inside a very expensive hotel where an older man who looked to be in his fifties or so was waiting for her.

"Bon jour, ma chérie," the man greeted her, softly kissing the back of the delicate hand she was extending to him.

"It's so nice to see you again, Mr. Dubois," she greeted the man as she sat down and let him adjust her chair.

"I beg of you, chérie, to call me Alain. We know each other too well for last names."

"Is that so... Alain," she said with a mischievous smile, followed by a short giggle.

"I feel like we do. And if not, I hope to change that by the end of this breakfast."

"Mmm, we'll see about that, Alain," the singer enunciated his name slowly, making a point of licking her top lip as she got to the letter "L" in the name. She continued flirting as the breakfast went on, playing with the end of her ponytail and pushing out her chest to give him a better view of her world famous tits.

Alain Dubois was a billionaire Frenchman who owned record labels, theaters, stadiums, radio and TV. stations, etc. in Europe and had met Selena at an industry party in New York. He was instantly smitten by her, as happened to most people that met her. He wasn't good looking or in good shape at all, but he was insanely rich and powerful and he carried himself accordingly. He knew Selena was doing everything in her power to be a big pop star, that she wanted to be as massively successful as her friend Taylor Swift, Rihanna or Katy Perry. No, she wanted to be even bigger. And to do that she was going to need him, and he would need some things from her too. That night at the party he had invited her to see him the next time she was in Paris, knowing fully well she would accept his subtle offer.

Selena understood how show business worked. She had fooled around with some executives and top dogs of the industry back in the states to further her career. A little ass grab here, a few topless pics there. She would never forget having to take off her panties and spreading her pussy for the lustful eyes of a Disney executive to get the Wizards of Weaverly place job. She was very young then, but as she got older she started being less afraid to do more. When she turned 18 she started sitting on executives laps during meetings before they even suggested it. When her mother opposed those kinds of tactics she fired her and got another manager, one who was very happy to have a client willing to do the dirty job that show business required. By the time she was 21 she had sucked half a dozen cocks of major players in film and music. She even swallowed cum once to get signed with Interscope records. But she would not let them fuck her; she didn't allow anything below the waist. Even if she was sucking dicks to be famous she was still a Christian. Besides, most men didn't even care once she wrapped those sultry lips around their members.

It wasn't all for her career though, even if she was not physically attracted to those guys, men with so much success and power turned her on. And another thing that turned her on? Paris. It made her feel sexy, powerful and free. Also horny, very horny. That's why once she sat at that restaurant she knew that day it would be a whole different affair.

Mr. Dubois and Selena talked for a little while about the industry, he told her about some new acquisitions he had made in the last few weeks and she pretended to be really interested in the topic. By the time the waitress arrived with their orders his hand was already caressing her naked thighs below the table.

"You know what, chérie? I want to show you some of those contracts for your world tour I was telling you about. They're in my room; maybe we can go over them and order some room service instead?"

Selena grabbed his hand under the table and moved it up her skirt, landing right on top of her pussy's lips. The thin fabric was already moist and warm signaling her eagerness. "I think that's a great idea, Alain," she said as she suddenly got up, interrupting the man's enjoyment of her warmness with a cocky grin.

Up they went to the top floor on Dubois's private elevator (one of the many perks of owning the hotel). But neither of them could wait and as soon as the elevator doors closed he turned the small girl around and pushed her against one of the walls, then he grabbed her neck with one hand while impatiently groping her petite butt with the other. Selena tried to turn around but she was pushed against the wall again, both hands planted on the cold gray metal and legs spread, almost as if being body searched by a cop. And he was searching her body alright; he ripped off the denim skirt with one powerful pull and explored her ass crack with his large middle finger. Up and down, slowly, enjoying the warmness of her skin and the way her whole body shivered each time he brushed against her little hole.

"So you like it rough, Mr. Dubois? I really am getting to know you better," the singer said with her pretty face still pressed against the metal wall.

"I thought I told you to call me Alain."

"You did, but I think Mr. Dubois is hotter. The thought of an older man having his way with me really turns me on."

"Is that so, chérie? Well then, Mr. Dubois wants you to get on your knees now."

He let go of her and the actress did so obediently, she looked up at him with her big brown eyes and long eyelashes, waiting for his next instruction.

"Now, chérie, I want you to close your eyes and open your pretty mouth."

"Yes, Mr. Dubois."

The man took out his dick and rested the tip on the actress lower lip; she slowly stuck out her tongue and gave it a small, playful lick, followed by a smile and a little bit of a giggle.

"Do you like the taste, chérie?" the man asked, holding on to the elevator rail with one hand and his dick with the other.

"I do, Mr. Dubois, very much so," she answered him; her wet tongue doing small circles around the head of his uncircumcised cock.

"I want you to put it inside your mouth, chérie. As far as it will go."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, I want to see it disappear inside your mouth."

"But I've never... done that, Mr. Dubois, I don't know how to--"

"I want you to do it now."

"Yes, Mr. Dubois," responded the girl. She took a deep breath and slowly but surely began swallowing the head and then the shaft, she started gagging a little when it hit the back of her throat. Alain held her head in place as tears began pouring from her eyes and shakes of desperation took over her physique.

"Shhh, don't panic, chérie, breathe through your nose and try to relax your muscles and you'll be fine."

Selena had never deep throated anyone or anything so it took a while for her to stop panicking. But once she did, feeling that engorged piece of meat pulsating inside her mouth made her hornier than ever. She had been told all of her life that it was something only sluts did, and feeling like a slut had her pussy dripping with wanting.

Alain kept pumping into her mouth with more and more energy, it was taking all of his willpower and experience not to cum right there looking at that famous and gorgeous american girl letting him fuck her mouth like a regular bitch. He was about to lose it when the elevator stopped at the top floor. Carefully, he slid his dick out of the singer's mouth. A thin trail of her pink lip gloss mixed with her saliva now covering his shaft.

He used his thumb to affectionately wipe the tears from her pretty face. Selena's lips and chin were covered in saliva and pre-cum. She slowly licked her lips clean while looking at him, then collected the excess of the viscous mix from her chin with her index finger and licked it clean too. It made the rich man's dick twitch with excitement for a second. She gave him a very naughty smile and stood up. As she exited the elevator she felt his hands grabbing her shoulders and before she realized his intentions the thin bodysuit she had on was completely ripped apart and tossed to the side.

"I like my whores wearing nothing but high heels," the man said, and gestured with his hand indicating he wanted to see her walk.

"Yes, Mr. Dubois, whatever you want," she said and began walking naked on her black high heels down the hallway as if it was a runway, seductively swaying her hips with each step, her tight ass and shapely legs in perfect proportion to her delicate frame. She opened the door and entered without looking back, she knew that after that little display Mr. Dubois would be all over her in a matter of seconds.

"So... where are the contracts you mentioned, Mr. Dubois?" she asked playfully as the man entered the room to find her bent over a table filled with papers, pretending to look for a specific one. Alain stood in place for a moment, his mouth watering as he witnessed the prettiest legs and pussy he had ever seen. As he got closer he noticed the alluring pink color of her little asshole. Desperate, he grabbed her waist with one hand and inserted one finger into her pussy.

Selena sighed with pleasure.

"Tell me, chérie, did you enjoy my manhood in your throat?"

"I did, Mr. Dubois. I thought I would never do that but..."

"But what?"

"But when I'm in Paris I'm open to having new experienc-- ahh!" she screamed when two more fingers entered her with no warning.

"New experiences you say? I'm so glad to hear that."

After fingering her a little bit more for a few seconds he took out his digits and started carefully rubbing the tip of her anus.

"Mr. Dubois! What are you doing?" she genuinely asked, a little surprised by the move.

"The contracts are yours, chérie, with any terms you desire. As long as you give me what I desire. And what I desire, is to give you this new experience."

"Oh... I'm not sure I can do that sort of--" the tip of Alain's finger entering her anus silenced her. It hurt, but not as much as she had feared. As his finger slowly entered deeper into her rectum she was surprised to find the pain going away and being replaced by a different feeling.

"Oh my God," she thought, "I can't believe I'm letting him finger my ass, this is so, so wrong!"

But she did not want him to stop, if deep throating him had made her feel dirty and horny, being fingered in the ass was ten times more fucked up and hot.

"I can see you starting to enjoy it," the man said when he noticed the girl's hip swaying back and forth to meet his hand accordingly.

"Yes, Mr. Dubois, I just want to please you," she said between sighs, getting lost in the fantasy of that man using her like a common whore.

"What would please me is for you right now to beg me to lick your ass."

Selena bent over as much as she could over the table, turned her head to look at him with a pouty face, and using a sexy, almost childish intonation she said to him: "Please, Mr. Dubois, I want you to lick my asshole. I've never had anyone's tongue in my ass and I want you to be my fi--first". She barely got last word out when the older man was already slathering the edges of her tight, pulsating anus. Selena's moans got louder once his tongue entered her hole.

"You like this, chérie? You enjoy this?" he asked, his fingers going in and out of her tight cunt as he kept eating her rear.

"Yes, Mr. Dubois," she replied, clenching the edge of the table with both hands and closing her eyes.

"Now tell me, chérie. Do you know what your ass tastes like?"

"No, Mr. Dubois. I don't."

"Then you're gonna get another new experience right now," he announced, pulling his hand out of her and taking a seat on the living room couch. "I want you to get on your knees and finger your own asshole like the little wench you are."

"Yes, Mr. Dubois."

The actress dropped to her knees on top of the white Venetian rug and started playing with her tits, passing her hands over her stomach and her thighs, putting on a show for the Frenchman.

"Now, chérie, turn around so I can see it. Do it now."

Selena removed a big silver ring she had on her middle finger and threw it on the couch. Still on her knees she turned around and bent forward, granting Alain a clear view of her perfect little ass. Then she turned her head to look at him and seductively licked her finger a couple of times, enjoying the impatient state that

Mr. Dubois and his twitching dick were in. She played around with her hole enjoying the tickling feeling for a few seconds and then went in carefully. The man adjusted himself on the couch to get a better view of the miracle that was happening right in front of him. Selena Gomez, former Disney actress and now pop star, one of the most famous and desired young girls in the planet; on her knees, fingering her own ass for just his exclusive viewing pleasure.

And she was enjoying it too, she felt a little awkward at first but as the seconds went on and her finger got deeper into her insides she started going crazy. All she could think about was how wrong it was, how disappointed her mother would be, how it was completely against the wishes of God. Still, she could not stop, it wasn't even about how fingering herself felt (although it did feel good), it was about the perverse look in that man's eyes. About the fact that a powerful and experienced man who she had met just one time before today and was old enough to be her grandfather was sitting there on the couch stroking his dick to her.

She had been taught by her family that sex was a thing between two people who loved each other, but there was not a trace of love in that room. It was all about fantasies and perversions. Mr. Dubois was a dirty old man who enjoyed using his money and influence to fuck young girls, and being one of those girls, being a sex toy to satisfy his dirty pleasures was the hottest thing she could think about.

"Now pull it out and taste it. I want you to know how good your ass tastes."

She obeyed him and as she covered her dirty finger with her mouth her mind went blank. She lost herself in the tornado of sensations going through her body and mind.

"Do you like it, chérie?"

"I do, Mr. Dubois," she replied, before fingering herself a little more and repeating the process.

"You really are a dirty little whore, chérie. You know that?"

"I know I am, Mr. Dubois. I'm a little slut that loves tasting her own ass."

She pulled out her finger for a moment and seeing her tight little hole gaping sent the Frenchman into action. Suddenly she felt two big hands pulling on her delicate waist. The Frenchman bent her over in all fours and entered her pussy before she could even gather her thoughts.

"Oh, Mr. Dubois! Oh God, Oh my God!" she kept screaming as the man pumped into her cunt with full force, pulling on her ponytail until it was undone and the soft locks of luscious brown hair overflowed over her exquisite back.

"I'm going to fill your insides with my seed, chérie."

"Mr. Dubois, please don't-- ah! aah! Oh, God!" the girl could barely construct a sentence in her head, much less express it properly as she got fucked doggy style with no regard for her frail anatomy.

"I give the orders here, chérie," the man replied, putting the last bit of strength he had into his thrusts as he neared climax.

"Yes, Mr. Dubois, I want you to cum inside of me."

"And why is that, chérie?"

"Because I'm a little whore. I'm your dirty little whore and I want to feel your cum inside of me, and I really want you to see me on the floor with your cum dripping out of me, like the dirty slut that you have made me."

That was the dirtiest thing she had ever said or thought in her 22 years on earth, she almost could not believe that had just come out of her mouth. And neither could the billionaire, who was immediately sent into a frenzy; he lost control and began ejaculating inside of Selena, the full weight of his body crushing her against the ground as several big loads of cum filled her tight pussy. Selena also climaxed once she felt his hot seed filling her up, it was the first time in her life she had let a man fuck her without a condom on and the wrongness of it all inspired the biggest orgasm she had ever had.

He stayed on top of her for a couple more minutes, until every last drop of cum had left his body and entered hers. He stood up and gave her one last order:

"Turn around, chérie. Show me."

Selena turned around on the white rug, still shaking a little and panting a lot. She was still recovering from her orgasm with her chest going up and down noticeably as she tried to regain her breath. One hand lightly playing with the mole in her right breast and the other going through her dark hair, drenched all over the rug like seaweed on the beach. She smiled and opened her legs for him, and waited for his reaction. She giggled when she felt big drops of warm cum falling out of her as her vagina gaped every couple of seconds.

Alain marveled at the spectacle before him. There was one more thing he desired from Selena but before he could say anything she already had her two middle fingers up her pussy. She scooped out as much of the viscous mix as she was able to and took it to her mouth.

"Mmmm," she exclaimed proudly, licking every last drop of semen and lubrication from her hand, "I love being a slut in Paris, it's so delicious!" Then she curled up into a little ball and fell asleep on the cum stained rug.

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Fin.