SLAY, QUEEN!

 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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SLAY, QUEEN!

By Noopster.

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Social media can be a very toxic and cruel environment and few people know that better than Selena Gomez, the ex-child star and so-called Queen of Instagram who grew up in front of the cameras with every single aspect of her life being maligned and scrutinized constantly online during every hour of every day. Her self-esteem has been at an all-time low after the kidney surgery where she almost lost her life and even though her therapist and most of her closest friends keep telling her to stop looking at what people say about her online she can't help herself. When she's alone she spends hours scrolling through comments on Instagram and celebrity blogs. Lately the fans seemed to be really irritated about her extremely conservative style and how much she has withdrawn from the spotlight and stopped interacting with her followers. They especially mock her long dresses and the fact that she goes to church so much, often carrying a bible in her hand.

The ex-Disney girl knows they have a point, she has been dressing and acting differently since the operation, but they're just so incredibly mean about it. They could never understand what it's like to have everyone in the world waiting for you to fuck up, pointing out every single flaw, laughing at every tiny mistake. "Granny Selena" is what they have been calling her and, even though she's still the most followed person on Instagram, the numbers seem to be dwindling every day. It's been a long time since she released her last album or since she's gone on tour and a lot of her fans have taken more of an interest in other, more active singers that actually interact with their fans online and make sure to wear sexy, spectacular outfits when they go out. "Serving looks" is what the fans call it.

Selena looks at the dress she's picked up for tonight and sighs. She's not much of a drinker these days so when her friends told her they were going bar hopping she tried to get out of it, but they insisted and pressured her and finally she gave in to the peer pressure. The outfit she has laid on top of the bed looks so boring and unassuming, exactly the kind of thing she gets shit for in every social platform. She grabs her phone and starts scrolling again, under a photo of her doing charity work the first comment reads: "LAME. No wonder Justin left her boring ass and is marrying Hailey".

"OH, FUCK YOU, I'M THE ONE WHO LEFT HIM!" she yells to an empty bedroom. Right after that photo there's one of Dua Lipa that has more likes and more comments, most of them complimenting her and calling her a Queen. "Enough!" she thinks and throws her phone on to the bed. The flowery dress she had picked is no longer an option, instead she goes into her giant walking closet and starts trying out other things. But nothing really satisfies her, she realizes that most of her wardrobe now can also fit in the "granny Selena" category. She happens to find a black strapless dress that's at the very back of the closet, when she puts it on she remembers why she left it there. She bought it after the surgery when she was extremely skinny and now that she's back to a healthy weight the top is way too small for her. Her breasts are way bigger now than they were a year ago and she can barely walk around the room without one of them popping out.

"There's no way I can go out like this," she says to herself in the mirror, her light pink areolas peeking slightly over the black fabric no matter how much she keeps pulling it up to cover them. Right then her phone rings, Francia Raisa, her best friend, is waiting for her outside. "Hurry up already! Theresa has been waiting for like an hour and she's pissed!"

There's no time to find something else, it's either the extremely risky strapless dress or the granny one. "Fuck it," Selena says as she walks out the door with her big, bouncy breasts barely covered.

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Sometime later she's sitting in a booth with a group of female friends inside a bar she's never been to before. Alcohol is doing its thing and the women are enjoying themselves, especially Selena who has been enjoying the lustful looks she's been getting from everyone around her. Keeping her boobs in check has been a pain in the ass for most of the night but the photos she uploaded to her Instagram are causing an uproar online.

Comments keep flooding in: "SO HOT", "SEXY AS FUCK", "OMG SELENA" "SLAY QUEEN" etc. She can't stop reading them, she's been on her phone all night. Her friends complain but she ignores them still, it's been a long time since she felt like that. Too long. Feeling that sexy and powerful it's worth it, even if she's been providing nip-slips all night for the other customers every time she laughs.

Someone comes over to their table and asks for an autograph, Selena scoots over the seat and gets out to take a photo with the fan. She's a very young-looking white girl with red hair and light yellowish-brown eyes. She thinks it's so cute how nervous she is to meet her. She can barely get the words out as she introduces her much older boyfriend and trips over her own words to tell Selena that her name is Jessie and she's loved her since the Disney years, that she follows every single thing she does and buys all of her merch and wants to be just like her. "You're my Queen!" she exclaims with teary eyes.

"Aww! Thank you so much! But aren't you a little young to be hanging out here?"

"I'm 17 but I got in with a fake I.D." the teenager confesses, "but please don't tell anyone!"

Selena is about to tell her to go home and to be careful with that boyfriend of hers when all of those "Granny Selena" comments flash before her eyes. Instead she just puts her finger to her lips and they both laugh. Selena wraps her arm around the shorter girl for the photo and leans into her, her heavy breasts threatening to fall out as the girl's boyfriend points the camera at them. She notices the way he is looking at her tits, almost salivating, and she enjoys it. Jessie is extremely nervous, and the pose is a little awkward so Selena tells her to put her arm around her waist. "Okay, here we go!" the boyfriend announces before taking the first pic. Selena hugs the fan and leans into her a little more, her left tit slightly grazing the younger girl's cheek. Suddenly Jessie's grip on the singer's waist get tighter. Selena enjoy that too. "Thank you so much!" the fan says after a couple of photos. Selena sees she is beginning to walk away and stops her, "Wait, don't you want to take a couple more?"

"I-- I uh-- of course!"

They get close again and, without anyone else noticing, Selena grabs the girl's hand and moves it down until it's resting on her lower back, just on the upper curve of her butt cheek. The teenager is surprised but goes with it, Selena's hand is still on top of hers and it slowly opens, inviting her fingers to squeeze her famous little ass. Jessie throws a surprised glance at her idol while her fingers bury into her soft flesh, the sexy latina lets out a quick sigh and notices her friends giving her a weird look because of how much time she's spending with one fan, so she finally says goodbye to the girl and returns to her table where Francia promptly informs her that she just took a bunch of pictures with her right nipple out.

Selena pretends to be mortified and her friends keep drinking but she's too distracted to pay attention to what they're actually saying. She keeps thinking about that girl's hand on her ass, how good it felt.

She finishes her drink and looks around the table. Her hand slides under her skirt, like it has a mind of its own. Francia and the rest of the girls keep gossiping about people she really doesn't care about, but her thighs are a little bit sweaty and a delicious shiver runs through her skin as she slides her hand between them. She's unable to contain a short gasp of pleasure. "You ok there, Sel?" Francia asks her, Selena just nods and smiles before taking a sip of the cocktail the waiter has just delivered. Every time he approaches the table his eyes are fixed on her tits and it makes her even hornier. The spirited conversation about what bitch is skankier quickly resumes and so does Selena's urge to touch herself. Her fingers find her the crotch of her black thong and push it aside. She bites her lip as they enter her wet opening, if any of the other girls looks at her she smiles and acts like she's having fun but if they asked her anything about the subject she would have no idea of how to respond. Luckily, they're too drunk to realize she's fingering herself under the table. "Can't believe I'm doing this," she thinks with two fingers deep in her snatch, "I'm masturbating right next to them, what is wrong with me?"

Her cheeks turn red and it's getting harder to hide her heavy breathing, but she can't stop now. Her hips are moving in rhythm with her hand and she can't stop them, even as the sound of her ass sliding over the leather seat is about to expose her she can't stop because she can feel it coming, she has to keep going. "Hey, waiter, bring us another round of these!" Francia shouts in a drunken slur and Selena's eyes are fluttering, her full breasts threatening to pop out of her outfit again. She's almost there but she needs to moan, to scream, she can't keep it inside any longer. "Are you sure you're ok there, Sel?" Francia asks her, staring at her sweaty and flushed appearance.

"I-- going to the lady’s room..." the latina announces, almost jumping over one of the girls to get out of the booth.

"Oh, I'll go with you--"

"NO!" Selena shouts loud enough for most of the bar to hear, then she lowers her tone to a more appropriate volume, "I'll be right back."

"Okay then..." Francia replies very annoyed before taking another sip of her drink.

Selena almost trips on her way to the small one-person restroom. The door is locked, and she sighs with desperation. Her body is burning, her head is spinning, and she can't stop tasting the pussy juice on her fingers. She wants to, no, she needs to finish what she started. Then the door opens and both Selena and the girl coming out gasp with surprise. It's the fan she took the photos with a few minutes ago. The one she's been thinking of the whole time.

"Oh my God, Selena, I'm so sorry I didn't know you were waiting for--"

She's pushed inside the stall again. Selena locks the door behind her and stands over the star-struck girl, staring straight into her eyes, panting and arguing with herself about if she's really about to do this.

"What's going--"

"Please..." the pop star interrupts, sliding down her underwear. The fan is in awe of her as she steps out of the little thong and lifts her skirt up. "Wha-- what--"

Selena grabs the girl's hand and whispers, "You said I was your Queen..." her lower lip quivering with arousal as she guides the hand up her inner thighs and right to her warm and wet pussy.

"You-- you are!" the girl says, "But I'm not-- I'm straight..."

Her hand is motionless, but Selena is already grinding slowly against it, "Please me, please your Queen."

"Um, yeah. of course, Selena, whatever you want!"

"Not Selena!" the singer yells, slapping her supporter's shocked face, "you will address me as your Queen!"

"Oh, yeah-- Yes, my-- my Queen!"

"Good." She bends forwards and holds the girl's chin. The stunned teenager is completely frozen as her idol gets closer and closer, her warm breath now caressing her face. Finally, Selena closes her eyes and kisses her softly on the mouth. It's the first time kissing another girl for Jessie and she can't believe its happening with Selena fucking Gomez or how good her tongue feels dancing around in her mouth. She can only react by shoving her fingers deeper into her beloved hero causing her to moan into her mouth.

"I can't believe this is happening!" she blurts out once the kiss is over.

"Now show me how much you love me," Selena tells her while bending over so that her chest is right up to Jessie's face. She pulls down her top and her full and delicious globes pop out. They look bigger than usual, engorged and veiny like two water balloons about to burst.

"Suck them!" the Texan singer demands, offering her huge swollen tits to her. Jessie hesitates so Selena grabs her hair and pushes her head into her bosom. The young girl's nervous tongue flicks the tip of one of her rock-hard nipples, Selena sighs with pleasure and her cunt walls clench against the inexperienced fingers exploring them.

"Like-- like this? ...Do you like it?"

"Yes, don't stop," the horny brunette sighs, "Suck my tits, Jessie. Worship them."

The teenager is overwhelmed to say the least, still a virgin and never having experimented with girls she has no idea of what's she is doing. But Selena is obviously enjoying it so that gives her some confidence and her breasts feel so soft and warm in her mouth, those magnificent breasts that every boy in her school wishes they could touch if only for a brief moment. Selena Gomez has been her idol since she was a little kid and now she's fingering her in a public bathroom, it's almost too much to take.

"Don't stop, Jessie, don't fucking stop!" the superstar moans, her entire form shaking as her loyal fan ardently slurps and slobbers over her bloated tits. She grabs Jessie's wrist and pushes her arm deeper between her walls until her small hand has been almost completely swallowed by her voracious cunt. With a piercing moan that turns heads in all of the nearby tables, the sultry latina finally climaxes. Jessie pulls out her hand and stares at her idol as she spasms and shakes in front of her. Selena's knees get weak and she lands on top of her young fan. The two of them embrace and kiss passionately. She can still feel Selena trembling on top of her as their tongues play with each other. Selena breaks the kiss but stays on top of Jessie, their foreheads together as the famous singer tries to catch her breath. Jessie is speechless, she's holding on to Selena's butt, horny as fuck and questioning her own sexuality for the first time in her short life.

"You're welcome..." Selena says very softly, panting into her ear. Then she grabs Jessie's hand, the one that was just inside of her moments ago and lifts it up to eye-level. "Taste your Queen," she says, running her tongue up the sticky fingers. Jessie follows suit, licking the warm juices of Selena Gomez's pussy from her own hand. The two of them do a good job of lapping it all up until their tongue's meet around the bottom of Jessie's palm so they can share one last steamy, gooey kiss, ripe with the flavor of Selena's sex.

"I can't believe we just did that..." the teenager says, still in shock as Selena exits the small restroom with a proud grin on her sweaty face. She encounters her friend Francia waiting for her just outside the door with a puzzled look on her face. "You sure you're okay, Sel? 'Cause we're going to another bar but if you're not feeling well--"

"What are you talking about?" the flustered pop-star interrupts. She wraps her arm around her friend's shoulder and walks with her to the exit where the rest of their group is waiting, "I feel amazing! I feel like a Queen!"

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Fin.