Selena Gomez: Studio Whore.
‘Snow Child’
by Marauder.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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“I’ll be there in a minute, Papa!”, Selena yelled running into her room to grab the phone ringing on her bed. “John Janik” flashed across the illuminated screen.
“Hi John! What’s the CEO of Interscope [Records] want from little ol’ me?” She asked in her signature soft voice.
“Selena! How are you! I’m hearing good things about the album!”
“It’s been a process, but it's coming along,” the songstress said about her highly awaited follow up to Revival.
“Excellent! Let’s get down to business. I got an interesting call the other day about a collaboration.”
Selena was no stranger to being a featured artist. In fact, her label routinely turned away requests from A- and B-list artists, but hearing her label describe it as “interesting” certainly caught her attention. “Oh? Okay, you’ve piqued my curiosity. I’m listening.”
“It was Abel…”
“Oh…” Selena was surprised to hear that her one famous, actually talented and not a complete piece of shit ex-boyfriend, The Weeknd, had contacted her management team about working together.
“I was surprised that he reached out personally, but we spoke for a few minutes and he sent a sample over. I’m not sure how you two left off, but he said he wanted to talk to me directly so you would know it was all above board.”
“We...I’m not going to go into it too deeply, but it's safe to say it was complicated. We are still supportive of one another though. I suppose I can touch base with him.”
“He said you know the number, just let me know what studio you wind up at if you go for it and we’ll have your essentials sent over.” The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before ending their call.
What she had said to John was the truth, their breakup was complicated. She spent the better part of a year with him, living together, touring together. It was the happiest she had ever been. But with her kidney transplant and the depression that came along with it, coupled with Abel going back to tour alone, the doubts crept in. By October of that year, their relationship had ended and she was back in a short lived fling with Justin. The brunette sat there on her bed in her loose grey tank top, stunned at the offer on the table. While her and Abel maintained a pleasant and openly supportive professional relationship, she had always hated the way things ended. Opening her phone, she swiped to her messages and typed a simple message. “Hi :)”
Two days later, Selena sat at her kitchen table looking at the unsent message. “HELLO!? EARTH TO SELENA!” Priscilla yelled at her from directly in front of her. The brunette snapped her head up and made eye contact with her cousin, “What has you so frazzled?”. Selena turned her phone to her cousin, showing her the drafted message. “Whoa, what are you doing? Are you sure you want to do that?” Priscilla questioned.
“It’s not what it looks like, he called my label the other day. Apparently he wants to record a song with me.”
“The last time you went to work on a collaboration...didn’t you fuck Gucci?”
“I told you to stop bringing that up!” Selena chirped at her cousin, covering her face in embarrassment, “I’m not that kind of girl anymore.”
“Well then why haven’t you responded?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just afraid…”
“Of fucking Abel again,” the dark skinned latina giggled, cutting off her famous cousin.
“Priscilla!” Selena shouted exasperatedly, “NO! It’s just that things were so great with Abel. I learned so much about myself with him, but I suppose I’ve never really forgiven myself for how things ended.”
“You mean running off back to that dickhe-” she stopped as Selena’s glare cut though her like a knife. “Well isn’t this the perfect opportunity to make amends?”
“Yes, but, ughhhh!” the singer let out a frustrated moan, “I’ve been so down ever since I spoke to the label. I guess once they brought up that he wanted to work together, I’ve just been thinking about how differently things could have gone and how lonely I am, you know? Sometimes I feel like it’d be nice to have a little something more. Sometimes I feel like I’ll never find anyone to share my life with, like you and Jay.”
“Oh shut up, Sel,” her cousin said as she wrapped her hands around the singers back in a bear hug and hit SEND on Selena’s phone. “Abel always treated you so well and I don’t think he’d be reaching out if he wasn’t over it. Plus what’s the worst that can happen, you hook up with your ex again? It wouldn’t be the first time,” the short latina said, kissing her cousin on the cheek and laughing as she left the room.
Selena sat there for seven excruciating minutes until the message switched from Delivered to Read. Three dots bounced on her screen until a message popped up: “Do you have a few minutes to talk?”
She closed the door to her bedroom and sat in the far corner, the heat of the evening sun, embraced her tightly through the window and warmed her soft skin as she flipped Speaker on her phone.
“Hey, Selena,” the familiar voice cracked through the line.
“Hi, Abel, how have you been?”
“I’ve been good. How’s the album coming along?” She couldn’t help but smile at his question, he had always been so supportive of her music and career when they were together.
“It’s...coming,” she shared with a tense laugh, “but all these collaborations have really been taking such a toll on me,” her sentence finished lightheartedly.
“In that case I hate to be the bearer of another opportunity.”
“John said you called personally? That was a first for both of us.”
“With our...history, I felt it was only right to make the request myself, and I wanted to go through your label so you knew I was serious.”
“I’m listening, go on and make your sales pitch.”
“I started writing this song about my past and it got me thinking about things...about us. I don't think I’ve ever mentioned how much I treasured our time together.”
“Well I hope it’s a lot nicer than Taylor’s songs,” she giggled.
“Do you think I’d have gotten your label involved if it wasn’t?“, he couldn’t help but chuckle hearing the latina’s infectious laugh. Abel continued his pitch, flattering Selena every chance he had, breaking down the typically guarded star’s defenses as they kept on talking.
“I have a rough cut on the track, and we had one of the studio vocalists do the female part, but it just doesn’t have the right...soul to it.”
“And you think that I do?”
“It needs your touch. That sexy, sultry voice that only you have.”
Selena couldn’t help but blush, “Do you have any lyrics?”
Abel sent his notes over, but Selena focused on a specific part of the verse.
Suddenly, Abel changed the topic. “You know, you killed it at Coachella last month, Selena...you looked beautiful too.”
“Oh...thank you. Wait, is that where...”
“...Remember when we went to Coachella?”
“Abel! We shouldn’t be talking like this.” Her voice carried the slightest hint of lust in it. “I can’t believe you wrote a song about that night!”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he added devilishly.
“We can’t talk like this anymore!” Selena struggled to maintain her composure, thinking of how she’d have slapped him playfully if he were with her, “That’s not what this is about...and even if I did enjoy it, and I’m not telling you...” she toyed with him.
Abel could tell she was getting flush with the memory. “Listen, I wrote a song about how strong and independent you are and how even when you didn't need me, I needed you. My label wants me to finish the album. The song isn’t going on it unless you can be on it. Think about it and text me if you want to help.”
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“Abel...Abel! Come with me,” Selena said, taking her boyfriend's hand and leading him through the crowd. The pair walked from group to group before the sweaty Latina flashed her pass at the guard and they moved into the V.I.P. Area. As the light’s cut low and Crazy in Love started blasting through the field, the brunette spun around, her white open blouse flowing and her breasts, held by a tight black bikini top, on full display as she did so. She wrapped her arms around the singer’s neck and leaned up to passionately kiss him. Abel wasted no time reaching down to grab her ass and pulled her up. He loved how free she was with her body and how they never had to hide their affection. Did she have to have the bikini top exposed? Of course not. And did she have to have her thong riding two inches over the top of her blue jeans? Surely not. But this was Selena Gomez, the embodiment of a confident, feminine icon. A girl who embraced her sexuality and body like no other, especially when she had a little outside help.
Coachella was a unique experience, allowing the worlds most rich and famous celebrities to come and party in relative obscurity with thousands of other sex charged, drug fueled concert goers, and the famous couple took full advantage of it.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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“I’ll be there in a minute, Papa!”, Selena yelled running into her room to grab the phone ringing on her bed. “John Janik” flashed across the illuminated screen.
“Hi John! What’s the CEO of Interscope [Records] want from little ol’ me?” She asked in her signature soft voice.
“Selena! How are you! I’m hearing good things about the album!”
“It’s been a process, but it's coming along,” the songstress said about her highly awaited follow up to Revival.
“Excellent! Let’s get down to business. I got an interesting call the other day about a collaboration.”
Selena was no stranger to being a featured artist. In fact, her label routinely turned away requests from A- and B-list artists, but hearing her label describe it as “interesting” certainly caught her attention. “Oh? Okay, you’ve piqued my curiosity. I’m listening.”
“It was Abel…”
“Oh…” Selena was surprised to hear that her one famous, actually talented and not a complete piece of shit ex-boyfriend, The Weeknd, had contacted her management team about working together.
“I was surprised that he reached out personally, but we spoke for a few minutes and he sent a sample over. I’m not sure how you two left off, but he said he wanted to talk to me directly so you would know it was all above board.”
“We...I’m not going to go into it too deeply, but it's safe to say it was complicated. We are still supportive of one another though. I suppose I can touch base with him.”
“He said you know the number, just let me know what studio you wind up at if you go for it and we’ll have your essentials sent over.” The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before ending their call.
What she had said to John was the truth, their breakup was complicated. She spent the better part of a year with him, living together, touring together. It was the happiest she had ever been. But with her kidney transplant and the depression that came along with it, coupled with Abel going back to tour alone, the doubts crept in. By October of that year, their relationship had ended and she was back in a short lived fling with Justin. The brunette sat there on her bed in her loose grey tank top, stunned at the offer on the table. While her and Abel maintained a pleasant and openly supportive professional relationship, she had always hated the way things ended. Opening her phone, she swiped to her messages and typed a simple message. “Hi :)”
Two days later, Selena sat at her kitchen table looking at the unsent message. “HELLO!? EARTH TO SELENA!” Priscilla yelled at her from directly in front of her. The brunette snapped her head up and made eye contact with her cousin, “What has you so frazzled?”. Selena turned her phone to her cousin, showing her the drafted message. “Whoa, what are you doing? Are you sure you want to do that?” Priscilla questioned.
“It’s not what it looks like, he called my label the other day. Apparently he wants to record a song with me.”
“The last time you went to work on a collaboration...didn’t you fuck Gucci?”
“I told you to stop bringing that up!” Selena chirped at her cousin, covering her face in embarrassment, “I’m not that kind of girl anymore.”
“Well then why haven’t you responded?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just afraid…”
“Of fucking Abel again,” the dark skinned latina giggled, cutting off her famous cousin.
“Priscilla!” Selena shouted exasperatedly, “NO! It’s just that things were so great with Abel. I learned so much about myself with him, but I suppose I’ve never really forgiven myself for how things ended.”
“You mean running off back to that dickhe-” she stopped as Selena’s glare cut though her like a knife. “Well isn’t this the perfect opportunity to make amends?”
“Yes, but, ughhhh!” the singer let out a frustrated moan, “I’ve been so down ever since I spoke to the label. I guess once they brought up that he wanted to work together, I’ve just been thinking about how differently things could have gone and how lonely I am, you know? Sometimes I feel like it’d be nice to have a little something more. Sometimes I feel like I’ll never find anyone to share my life with, like you and Jay.”
“Oh shut up, Sel,” her cousin said as she wrapped her hands around the singers back in a bear hug and hit SEND on Selena’s phone. “Abel always treated you so well and I don’t think he’d be reaching out if he wasn’t over it. Plus what’s the worst that can happen, you hook up with your ex again? It wouldn’t be the first time,” the short latina said, kissing her cousin on the cheek and laughing as she left the room.
Selena sat there for seven excruciating minutes until the message switched from Delivered to Read. Three dots bounced on her screen until a message popped up: “Do you have a few minutes to talk?”
She closed the door to her bedroom and sat in the far corner, the heat of the evening sun, embraced her tightly through the window and warmed her soft skin as she flipped Speaker on her phone.
“Hey, Selena,” the familiar voice cracked through the line.
“Hi, Abel, how have you been?”
“I’ve been good. How’s the album coming along?” She couldn’t help but smile at his question, he had always been so supportive of her music and career when they were together.
“It’s...coming,” she shared with a tense laugh, “but all these collaborations have really been taking such a toll on me,” her sentence finished lightheartedly.
“In that case I hate to be the bearer of another opportunity.”
“John said you called personally? That was a first for both of us.”
“With our...history, I felt it was only right to make the request myself, and I wanted to go through your label so you knew I was serious.”
“I’m listening, go on and make your sales pitch.”
“I started writing this song about my past and it got me thinking about things...about us. I don't think I’ve ever mentioned how much I treasured our time together.”
“Well I hope it’s a lot nicer than Taylor’s songs,” she giggled.
“Do you think I’d have gotten your label involved if it wasn’t?“, he couldn’t help but chuckle hearing the latina’s infectious laugh. Abel continued his pitch, flattering Selena every chance he had, breaking down the typically guarded star’s defenses as they kept on talking.
“I have a rough cut on the track, and we had one of the studio vocalists do the female part, but it just doesn’t have the right...soul to it.”
“And you think that I do?”
“It needs your touch. That sexy, sultry voice that only you have.”
Selena couldn’t help but blush, “Do you have any lyrics?”
Abel sent his notes over, but Selena focused on a specific part of the verse.
She like my futuristic sounds in the new spaceship
Futuristic sex give her Phillip K Dick
She never need a man, she what a man need (man need)
So I keep on falling for her daily (daily)
We was at Coachella going brazy
Stack a couple M's like I was Shady (I was Shady)
Now I'm in Tribeca like I'm Jay-Z (Jay-Z)“These are quite provocative, don’t you think?”
Suddenly, Abel changed the topic. “You know, you killed it at Coachella last month, Selena...you looked beautiful too.”
“Oh...thank you. Wait, is that where...”
“...Remember when we went to Coachella?”
“Abel! We shouldn’t be talking like this.” Her voice carried the slightest hint of lust in it. “I can’t believe you wrote a song about that night!”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he added devilishly.
“We can’t talk like this anymore!” Selena struggled to maintain her composure, thinking of how she’d have slapped him playfully if he were with her, “That’s not what this is about...and even if I did enjoy it, and I’m not telling you...” she toyed with him.
Abel could tell she was getting flush with the memory. “Listen, I wrote a song about how strong and independent you are and how even when you didn't need me, I needed you. My label wants me to finish the album. The song isn’t going on it unless you can be on it. Think about it and text me if you want to help.”
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“Abel...Abel! Come with me,” Selena said, taking her boyfriend's hand and leading him through the crowd. The pair walked from group to group before the sweaty Latina flashed her pass at the guard and they moved into the V.I.P. Area. As the light’s cut low and Crazy in Love started blasting through the field, the brunette spun around, her white open blouse flowing and her breasts, held by a tight black bikini top, on full display as she did so. She wrapped her arms around the singer’s neck and leaned up to passionately kiss him. Abel wasted no time reaching down to grab her ass and pulled her up. He loved how free she was with her body and how they never had to hide their affection. Did she have to have the bikini top exposed? Of course not. And did she have to have her thong riding two inches over the top of her blue jeans? Surely not. But this was Selena Gomez, the embodiment of a confident, feminine icon. A girl who embraced her sexuality and body like no other, especially when she had a little outside help.
Coachella was a unique experience, allowing the worlds most rich and famous celebrities to come and party in relative obscurity with thousands of other sex charged, drug fueled concert goers, and the famous couple took full advantage of it.
“I look and stare so deep in your eyes / I touch on you more and more every time…’
Abel watched as her red lips sang the opening lines of the song, before their lips crashed together. They made out in the middle of the VIP area like horny teenagers throughout the song. The two were all over each other, enjoying the freedoms afforded to all the attendees. Not that it mattered to Selena, the queen of exhibitionism. She took Abel’s hand, twirling again until her tight ass found his crotch, almost like a magnet, and the pair continued their dance, his roaming digits unapologetically exploring her slim waist, firm stomach and perky tits.
Selena loved every minute of it as Abel reached down and grabbed a full handful of the brunette’s ass, who wasted no time adjusting herself to that she could more easily lean her head back to kiss him. She held on to his neck, not caring who was watching their causal display of affection, and shivered as Abel ran a small metal vile up her chest, slipping over her nipple and tracing the outline of her cleavage. Inconspicuous as they had become in the mass of singing Beyoncé fans, that was still too risky, because she was still Selena Gomez, Instagram’s most followed celebrity, and he was still The Weeknd, mega star and last night’s headliner.
Their lips broke and without a word, the former Disney star grabbed the vile, tucked it into her bikini top and led her beau toward the side of the large crowd, amid a sea of muttering fans slowly beginning to recognize the duo. Briefly stopped by security, the large bouncer let the pair through as Selena effortlessly produced Abel’s “Performer” pass for entry, the artist none the wiser as to when she had procured it. Abel tried stopping several times as they walked through the backstage area, the two making brief small talk with the numerous artists and celebrities who were backstage. Big time musicians, including the likes of Jay-Z, DJ Snake, & even Gucci Mane, failed to interest Selena enough to pull her away from her goal. She led Abel to the corner of the backstage area, looked around, and once the devilish seductress confirmed the coast was clear, she pulled a heavy black curtain to the side and pushed Abel through.
The backstage area was devoid of life, a neatly organized area, where row after row of the musicians equipment and tour crates were stored. The beauty pulled her man down the main aisle before tucking into one of the more well lit rows. Regardless of the flagrant drug use around them, Selena could never be too careful when doing anything that would tarnish her good girl image, so the safety of a private nook, formed by a missing crate, became the perfect spot to let her true nature come out.
Abel reached into her top and produced the vile, taking a hit from it as Beyonce’s music continued to pump in. Reaching out, Selena grabbed the vile and took a hit herself, reupping her earlier high. She grabbed Abel, kissing him deeply once again. This time however, there was no reason to hide her lust, and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh Abel!” The brunette moaned loudly as he grabbed her ass, no longer concerned about being caught.
The Weeknd’s lips focused on Selena’s neck, his hand reaching up and pulling her ponytail free. The horny girl's moans grew more frequent as she grabbed his head and held him in. She couldn’t help herself, once she had gotten a bit of that white powder, her sex drive instantly went though the roof. He lifted the tight brunette, her body toned from months of tour rehearsal, and the lustful woman released his head and grabbed the top of the loose linen shirt. Selena tore the first button open, the second, and before the third, he dropped her down to her feet. The instant his shirt was open the Disney queen wasted no time with getting her hands and lips onto Abel’s chest.
The ‘Starboy’ singer had other ideas and pushed his muse back into the crates. Through her round, yellow tinted glasses, her eyes grew large as she watched and waited for his next move. Abel reached forward, his fingers wrapping around the thin knot connecting the cups of her bikini. He yanked forward, tearing the garment from her body; letting the Latina’s full breasts fall free.
Selena stood frozen, her nipples erect as she watched him drop his shirt. She loved it when he took control like this. Her breath was labored, her lust growing as her man approached her, grabbing her hair and pulling it while groping her tits with his free hand. Before she could even respond, he had spun her around, and pushed her bare tits against the top of the crate. Her lust had taken control and her hips were rocking. Slowly, Abel pulled the white top to the side and smacked her ass, before pulling her hips tight to his crotch. Selena’s body was on fire, grinding harder and faster as he reached around and unbuttoned her jeans. The brunette didn’t stop squirming as he pulled them down, kneeling down while his lips trailed the wristband closely, her firm ass finally exposed, though still clad in the high waisted black thong.
Kicking off her white tennis shoes and jeans, Abel reached between her legs, running his thumb along the length of her wet slit, “You are such a little slut, Selena, showing this thong off for everyone here.” Whipping her long hair over her shoulder, she looked back him with with her deepest ‘fuck me eyes’, “I love showing off for you,” she said, enjoying him caressing her pussy and kissing her ass.
“Oh fuck, stop teasing me baby,” she yelled over the music as Abel dug his face into her pussy, leaving the thong still in place, “I can’t take it anymore!” He ignored her pleads and kept going, reaching up and pulling her thong down, barely moving his face enough to get the garment past his face. His tongue had barely made contact with her wet hole before her hand shot back and grabbed his head, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. She was trembling, loving every moment of it.
Abel broke his hold and stood up behind the girl, naked except for that open white shirt she had managed to keep on. He dropped his unbuttoned black jeans, letting his thick black snake fall free. The sharp clank of the buttons hitting the floor told her what was coming next. Not needing any instruction, Selena braced herself as the head of his large cock pressed up against her eager, wet hole.
“Ughhh!’ The latina cried out in her drug fueled, lust driven haze, his hips pressing into her ass, “give it to me, give it all to me!”
Abel was one of the best things and worst things that could have happened to Selena. On one hand, he was a refreshing change of pace from her previous boyfriend. He was caring and compassionate, he worshiped her like a queen and fucked her like a whore. But he was a party boy, and his frequent recreational drug was a challenge considering her checkered (though well guarded) past with controlled substances, even if it pushed her sex drive through the roof.
Selena’s head hung down as her pussy was met with powerful thrusts. The Canadian singer never missed an opportunity to give it to his drug fueled toy hard, and this time was no different, pounding his brunette from behind with reckless abandon. Eventually, he slowed, but was not given a reprieve as she started twirling her hips and grinding into her lover, taking his cock at every angle as she threw herself back on him.
Wrapping his hand tightly into her hair, Abel yanked Selena’s head back and looked at the deep black pupils of her wildly dilated eyes as she continued to grind on him. Reaching out, he picked up the vile and held it to the beauty’s nose, allowing her to take another hit.
“Oh fuck!” she shivered, wiping her nose as she watched him toss the vile onto the top of the crates. Then she moaned, the euphoric feeling rising higher and higher as the tip of Abel’s thumb pushed into her asshole, “I love it when you touch me there!”
For a moment, it could have been misconstrued that they were making love, his hands all over her body as she slowly worked him with her hips, but once he pulled his thick cock free, the sound of it slapping against his thigh muted by the music, that illusion went out the window.
Having spun Selena around, he attacked her body, his left hand grabbing her ass, lifting her to the tips of her toes while his right found her pussy and shoved two fingers into her used slit. Selena's mouth hung open in silence, her arms wrapped around his head once again, this time pulling it into her chest. By the time his tongue began to flick across her nipples, she erupted, “AHH AHHH YESSSSSSS!”
“Fu...fu...fu…” she struggled to get out as he continued to use her effortlessly. “Spit it out,” he said devilishly, clearly in control of the situation. “Fuc...fuck me...god, put it back in me, baby,” she begged.
Though the latina was perfectly capable of holding her own in bed before, it wasn’t until meeting him that she became as sexually confident and open to new experiences. She had always been a little exhibisionistic, but it wasn’t until her second date with him that she actually did anything sexual in public. Fully aware that they could be (and ultimately were) seen by the paparazzi, the suave musician convinced Selena it was safe to open her trousers and let him finger her on the back deck of their rented yacht, just out of view of prying eyes. That same night was the first time she ever had sex out in the open, with the yacht pulled free from its mooring, the pair made love in the privacy of the midnight air while the boat sailed the Californian coast. From that point on, it took little convincing on his part to push her further, and Selena peaked sexually, letting him introduce her to new things, to new experiences.
Abel lifted the tight girl up easily in a sex fueled, drug induced act of strength, his cock resting on her crotch, nearly reaching her stomach. With one hand over the top of the box, she reached down and stroked him. “Help me,” she mouthed to him, and tilted her hips, angling his member inside her as he lifted and slowly lowered her back into place. Selena whipped her hair to the side, her hand accidentally finding the vile. Bringing it forward, she held it to his nose and he inhaled deeply, taking in the rest of the white powder. His pace began to build and the sexy texan, half draped over top of the boxes, began to grab her tits, rubbing and squeezing them together as that white shirt hung below her. Her moans grew louder and she pinched her own nipples, doing it as much for her man as she was for herself. Abel was now fucking her frantically, his fingers digging into her ass as he thrust as fast and hard into her as he could. His pace stayed consistent while Selena brought her right hand up his chest, then to his mouth, and ran her fingers around his lips before plunging her middle digit into it. He struggled to keep his pace while twirling his tongue around it. He slowed, watching his saliva drip onto her chest as she had pulled her fingers from his lips brought them to her own, licking just the tip before sliding it down her chest and stopping between her legs. The circles started slow, but quickly, she had begun vigorously rubbing her clit, prompting Abel to pummel her again.
“FUCK. YES. OH ABEL YOU’RE A GOD, DON’T YOU DARE STOP,” she screamed as her body began to tense up. Her hand slammed the top of the crate and as she looked to her side, she suddenly saw two stage hands dressed in all black, frozen in place, watching as the famous couple fucked like rabbits down the corridor from them.
“Dude, are you seeing this?” The guy asked.
“Ye...yeah,” the girl responded.
“Is that…”
“Yeah, it’s gotta be.”
“And…”
“Yeah it’s both of them!”
Selena stopped rubbing her clit and pulled herself up into her human sybian, turning his head to the side so that he looked in the direction of the boys, while she licked up his neck before biting on his ear. “Looks like we have an audience,” he moaned as she teased him. The brunette kissed him hard and then pushed back, ignoring his comments, already aware of them, “They can watch, but only you get to fuck me...Now lay down.”
Abel did as he was told, his head on the balled up jeans pointing toward the crew. Selena stood over him and stared at his wet cock, standing tall like a flag pole. Seeing that their audience still hadn't moved, she started to gyrate her body, the open white shirt flowing in the air as she danced around over top of him. She rolled her hips, twirling them as if she had a hula hoop on. Slowly, she bent forward, keeping her toned legs straight to pop her ass out. Reaching forward, she wrapped her fingers around Abel’s wet shaft, holding it tight as she dropped her hips low along his side. “Mind if I go for a ride?” she asked seductively, slowly throwing her leg over his body. She straddled her lover, squatting with one knee on the ground and the other high up the air, her used pussy on display not only to Abel, but also to the two onlookers.
The shoulder on the white shirt fell around Selena’s arm as she continued teasing the thick cock in her hand, stroking it slowly, running the head between her lips, daring Abel to thrust up into her. “Put on a show,” he said.
Looking straight out into the eyes of the female roadie, she let the dark head penetrate her wet slot, her mouth opening ever so slightly, before she dropped herself and took his entire length. Her hips rocked deliberately, making sure to work every inch of the shaft inside of her. Abel laid there, his hand locked behind his head, taking in the sight of his girl riding him, aroused by the fact that they were being watched. Selena’s body was on fire, having already been so close to the edge of orgasm. Slowly, she brought her hands up from her crotch, sensually running them up her tight stomach before cupping her perky tits. The latina pawed at herself, rubbing and squeezing her nipples as the pair looked on, “OH MY GOD,’ she moaned, loud enough for them to hear.
It wasn’t the first time that her and Abel had been caught, nor would it be the last. Never in a million years did Selena think that she would ever be okay with someone watching her most intimate moments, but try as she might, she couldn’t shake the risk and excitement of it happening. The first time it happened, her and Abel were in the back of a limo, being transported from one of his shows to their hotel. In the heat of the moment they had hit the button and lowered the privacy screen as she mounted him to ride. After turning to let him fuck her from behind, she noticed that the screen had been opened. Part of her wanted to close it, but Abel was relentless, pumping her from behind as the driver looked on and, in that moment, her instincts as a performer had taken over. She was compelled to throw herself back into him hard, her and the driver’s gaze meeting in the rearview mirror, locking until her boyfriend finished deep inside of her. They had been caught by restroom attendants who had returned from their “break” too early, and were also frequently caught by Abel’s friends, who usually showed up without notice. One of their more daring encounters involved a random couple who had drunkenly stumbled down the same spanish alley as the famous couple. Once the initial shock had subsided, it was Selena, who was already getting fucked against the brick wall with her dress hiked up around her waist, that invited the strangers to stay in her sexiest Spanish, nearly causing Abel to cum right then and there. What unfolded, in the dim lighting of an old Barcelonian alley, was an unforgettable competition to see which couple could cum harder. Every one of those times ended the same, Selena getting more and more turned on knowing she had been caught.
Selena rode him harder and harder. Her pussy was gushing, her hands leaving her tits only to wrap her fingers into her hair, holding her locks out as Abel finally engaged her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. “OH...OH...DON’T STOP ABEL...YES!” She screamed as she finally came, her hips never stopping their frantic rocking.
Meanwhile, the female stage hand watched speechlessly while her friend muttered, “Holy shit...holy shit,” adjusting his pants as his words repeated over and over, like a broken record.
The texan’s body was starting to slow down as her orgasm began to subside, but her partner had other ideas. “You’re not getting off that easy, babe, I still need to cum,” he said, grabbing her ass and hammering up into her. He rolled her over onto her side on the cool rubber mat undernether her, and began to fuck her roughly, his body straddling her right leg, her left up against his chest. The brunette held on dearly to her tits, squeezing her nipples as she was pumped full of the big black cock. “Oh fuck here it comes!” he yelled, pulling out his cock and aiming straight for her chest.
“Aye!” she exclaimed as the thick white cream exploded all over her stomach.
“Selena, are you okay!?” Priscilla asked the 27 year old singer, who had reached out for a paper towel to clean up the yogurt she had dropped on the counter.
“Yeah, I...I didn’t sleep well last night,” Selena said, wiping the yogurt from her midriff, “...I think my mind is just a little preoccupied.”
“Were you...I walked past your room to go to the bathroom last night and were…” the girl looked around quickly, making sure they were alone, “...were you moaning last night?”
“I had a dream…a nightmare Priscilla, you probably heard me waking up from that,” She said, adjusting her still wet panties as her cousin rolled her eyes and looked the other way.
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Selena stood in front of the door in a matching white tank top and pant combo, wearing a long baggy armed sweater that completed the outfit. She raised her hand and paused; 'Why am I so nervous? It’ll be the two of us just like old times. I’m here to record a song, that’s it,' she thought. Knocking on the door twice, she pushed it open and after hearing the music pouring out, stuck her head in, “Abel?”. But instead of her one time boo, she saw Shin [Kamiyama] & Carlo [Montagnese; known professionally as Illangelo], dancing with half a dozen scantily clad blondes. Not only were the engineers two of Abel’s frequent collaborators, they were also two of his sleazier friends. “Come on in, Sel,” Shin said, barely acknowledging that she was there. “Oh uh...Hi Shin…Hi Carlo, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Selena said, disappointed with their presence.
Shin, an athletic Torontonian with a crew cut and small mustache, and Carlo, a lanky Calgarian with a goatee and shaved bleach blonde hair, were both talented engineers and writers, something not even Selena could deny. They had cut their teeth with Abel for years and helped him rise to stardom, but the baggage that they brought along with them were triggers that she had consciously removed herself from. The partying, the drugs, the heavy drinking, the whores that they kept in their company with promises of meeting Abel before ultimately taking advantage of them themselves. Abel had never mentioned anything about other people being at the studio with them, and while she didn’t necessarily expect them to be along for the duration of the session, their company was unwelcomed. The brunette stood there uncomfortably, watching the group for a moment until she heard the door open again and turned to see Abel swagger in, “Selena!” He grabbed her tightly, “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come,” he laughed.
Studio 7 was the largest at Jungle City Studios. The soundproof room had a large ‘L’ couch adjacent to the entry, elevated a single step above the rest of the studio floor, almost as if it were a perch for family and friends to watch the artists from. On the lower level there was a small area for the engineers and talent to work at the console pressed against a large window to the recording booth.
Releasing her from the tight bear hug, The Weeknd escorted his ex-lover to the console, his arm draped across her shoulders. “You made a strong pitch the other night,” she said reluctantly, looking back at the party behind her, her eyes locking on a powder coated tray on the table. “But I, uh, didn’t realize you were going to be having a party. I can come back when…”
“Nonsense,” Abel cut her off. “You know Carlo and Shin like to party, let them have their fun,” he said, getting up and walking to the small bar against the wall. He pulled a chilled bottle of Champagne from an ice bin, pouring a fresh glass. “I know what kind of fun they like to have Abel. I’m not that kind of girl anymore. It’s making me anxious and I'm uncomfortable being here when that’s going on,” she said, looking back at Shin pouring champagne from the bottle directly down one of the nondescript blonde's chest. He handed the glass to Selena as he passed, sitting down and giving her all of his attention. “Here, this will help,” he said, putting a pair of headphones over Selena’s ears. A rough cut of The Weeknd’s latest song piped through. She listened intently as he spoke of his past; self-harm, emotional bruises, physical bruises, the fear of failure, rampant drug use. It was all on display. It was a vulnerability that Selena could relate to, being knee deep in recording her most personal album to date. The song continued, the verse he had shown her the lyrics to, the obvious allusions to their wild past, to their time spent at Coachella, to their breakup and Selena’s recent independence, and his lust for her in the weeks following.
“Abel, this is so...raw.” She looked at him, moving past the party that was happening behind them. “What if you…” Selena started shifting some controls on the console, adjusting the mix “...why don’t you add an echo also in that verse.” Abel walked into the booth and Selena, the seasoned recording pro, hit switch live. “Can you hear me, beautiful,” he winked as she gave him a slight smile. The Canadian singer listened to the track play, reciting the lines confidently into the microphone. As he did so, Selena looked at the glass of champagne he had left on the console for her. Her eyes followed the bead of condensation from the body down the stem, the bubbles emanating from the bottom of the glass and disappearing at the top. Abel walked out of the booth and took notice of the now half empty glass. “What did you think?”
“Not bad,” she giggled, handing him the headphones, the party still raging behind them. Listening to the song, the artist picked up his glass and held it toward Selena, inviting her to ‘cheers’ with him. She picked up her glass and reciprocated before gulping down the bottom half of her drink. Abel waved his hand and Carlo walked past, filling their flutes to the top.
The two continued to chat about ideas for the song, scribbling notes as their drinks emptied. The conversation had turned from just being about the song to catching up on their personal lives. Abel had finally gotten Selena to loosen up, and as she filled him in on the new album she was recording, she couldn’t help but laugh with him, still looking back at the group behind them, all while flirtily touching his arm as they accidentally emptied the bottle. With a cute hiccup, Selena took her comfy sweater off, leaving it over the back of the chair before she excused herself and walked out of the studio and down the tight hall to the restroom.
The tipsy girl splashed the cool water over her face, ‘What am I doing? This is getting out of hand,’ she thought, patting her face dry and opening the door and stepping out. She barely made it through before she was nearly run over by Abel, who had managed to avoid knocking her over by wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. “Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed, her hands lingering on his tight pecs, failing to push him away. Their bodies barely fit in the hallway together, each of their backs on an opposite wall. She wanted to push past him, but her body was stuck there...paralyzed by some unknown power. Selena felt his grip tighten on her waist and, almost instantaneously, all the pent up lust of their studio time bubbled over the top and exploded as their lips crashed together. Their tongues wildly explored each other’s mouths and Abel wasted no time hoisting the brunette like a doll, her legs wrapping around his hips, almost instinctively.
Selena lost track of the time, she had longed for a man's touch for so long and being pinned to the wall with his fingers digging into her thighs was just the release that she had been craving. Eventually, Abel finally broke their kiss, leaving the girl to hang there with her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly out of breath. Reaching into his pocket, the Torontonian held up a small vial, “Abel! What are you…”
“I saw you eyeing it every time you looked back and Carlo and Shin,” he cut her off. The girl covered her face and shook her head, it had been years since she had done anything of the sort. “C’mon Sel,” he whispered in her ear, “just have a little, do it for old times sake.” The way he had called her ‘Sel’, it forced a chink in her armor. “No one will know,” he whispered into her ear.
‘No one will know.’ Abel’s famous last words before getting Selena to push the envelope in the past. The four little words rattled inside her head as she debated his offer. “I...guess a little couldn’t hurt,” she said reluctantly, as if she were trying to convince herself. Her ex lover’s hand softly held hers as he passed her the vile. His hand then softly cupped her face, pressing her nostril closed as she took a deep breath.
Selena stopped and adjusted her outfit, fixing the jumpsuit before walking back into the studio behind Abel. The playboy pushed the door open and immediately was surrounded by 4 of the blondes. “C’mon and join us, Sel,” he called as she rolled her eyes and walked back over to the console, pouring another glass of champagne for herself. She twirled a purple pen around, ignoring Abel and growing uncharacteristically angry as he danced with the other girls, feeling the effects of the drug racing through her system.
When the song came to an end, Selena heard Abel saying goodbye to all of the girls except Rachel and Francesca. She continued to ignore him as he made his way back to the console “Okay, are you ready to try and cut some vocals?” He asked, omitting the fact that he had left her for the others immediately after their hallway rendezvous. His hand resettled on her petite shoulders, thumbs pushing into her back.
Selena entered the booth clutching the hand written notes. “Alright, why don’t you just start with some of those echoey back up vocals you were speaking of as a warm up.” Selena closed her eyes, listening to the beat of the song, swaying her hips as she began to sing into the microphone. Toward the end of it, the intercom cracked to life, “I’m going to start the song over right away, just roll into it.”
After the second playback, Selena opened her eyes, shocked to see Carlo and Shin, each one heavily making out and getting handsy with one of the blondes next to them. But Abel’s gaze was focused squarely on Selena, “Lets record the verse.” The track piped through and she began to sing, trying to focus on the sheet music in front of her and not on the couples through the window. Rachel, a size zero platinum blonde, was straddling Carlo as he groped her ass while Francesca, a tight dirty blonde latina, was giving Shin a lap dance. Try as she might, Selena’s eyes kept wandering up, watching the show through the window. By the second take, she had defaulted to watching the couples at every chance she got, her body growing hotter as she recorded her verse, unable to resist the view.
As soon as she exited the booth, Abel had her back in the chair with headphones on. “Now, what do you think of this?” He said, flipping the switch and turning the playback on. Selena pointed across Abel’s body, “reverb” she said softly as she tried to hit the switch. Abel toyed with the brunette, not letting her reach across him to hit it until she playfully shoved his chair back and hopped into his lap, hitting the controls she wanted.
Selena couldn’t help but feel his hard shaft pushing against her as she adjusted the dials, inadvertently wiggling her ass in the process. His hands found her hips, softly encouraging them to continue gyrating with purpose in his lap. As he held her tightly, her mind drifted. His touch was just as she remembered, and with every rotation of her hips, her ass slid across his cock, taking her back to all those nights they spent together. It wasn’t long before she had let go of the controls and her hands were at his side, relenting to her body's desires. His hands rose from her hips up the white top and squeezed her tits for the first time in years, inciting an audible moan from the gorgeous girl in his lap. As soon as his lips hit her neck, she stopped him, “Abel, we can’t do this. Not here, not now.”
Selena tilted her head and was shocked by the view behind them. Not only had Carlo and Shin swapped blondes, but now Carlo was getting his dick sucked by Francesca, still in her pink g-string, while Rachel, who had already stripped down, rode Shin. In an instant, the background noise that had been aiding to her arousal made sense.
“What’s going on here?” She asked Abel, struggling to pull her body from the magnetism of his lap.
“C’mon, Sel, we’re all just having a little fun,” he said, standing up and brushing her hair off her neck.
Her eyes were once again fixated on Abel’s friends. The drug coursing through her causing every fiber of her being to tingle as his fingers grazed her skin. Her body was burning with a desire that she was losing the battle to.
“What’s the big deal, Carlo and Shin have both watched us before...”
“Yeah, but...I...I’m not that girl anym…”
“You can cut the act. You claimed you “weren’t that girl” when we brought the Hostess from Giorgio Baldi to bed...and you’d have fooled me by the way you were all over her.”
“That was a one time thing for your birthday!”
“...Or what about your performance for those stagehands at Coachella, didn’t you say that you didn’t want to do anything crazy that night?” His lips found her neck once more as she stood speechless for him. “You loved it, each and every time,” he said as he slid the straps of the romper off her shoulders, “...and I bet you still do.”
‘Why am I fighting this?’ She stood there asking herself. There was no denying that she wanted him, and if her dream from earlier wasn’t enough proof, their encounter in the hallway coupled with the cocaine had turned her body into a firecracker, lit and waiting to explode.
Abel once again held out a small vile to her nose, and Selena took another deep breath, not fighting his offer this time. ‘Fuck it, I deserve this...’ she said to herself, remembering her cousins earlier words, the reluctance she felt earlier fading as she took a second bump of the powder. The crash of the champagne glass nearest to her ex may as well have been the sound of a starter's pistol going off as Selena spun, her hair whipping around and pounced on her ex-lover, pushing herself into him. Her hands were quickly up his shirt, stripping it off and exploring his brown, trimmed body, drinking him in like a hiker in a desert. Once Abel’s arms were free, he wasted no time continuing his previous task, pulling the straps down her arms and pushing the shirt down to her waist before pushing it and her pants over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Selena wiggled to help free herself as she attacked his belt, unbuckling it while they continued to make out furiously.
Selena fought to get his pants down to his ankles, his tight boxers managing to defy her grasp and remain up on as she threw him down onto the stool behind him, giving him an opportunity to take in all of her body as she kicked her street clothes free, now standing in front of him in a lacey white bodysuit and heels.
“You kept it…”, Abel said with a grin stretching ear to ear. “Looks like someone was hoping to get fucked,” he said, deeply satisfied with the view in front of him.
“Shut up,” she said out of breath as he grabbed her and pulled her in, the fat of her ass squishing in his fingers while her man handled her, kissing her stomach up and down. Selena’s mouth hung open as she held him tight. Abel’s fingers clawed, caressing her crack, finally getting to feel her wetness. Her eyes were locked on Shin pulling down Francesca’s g-string while she was still sucking Carlo off. It didn’t take long before he had her bent over the arm of the couch and was thrusting himself deep inside her. Shin, with the panties still in his hands looked on as Rachel sucked his cock.
The eager songstress was melting while her ex’s strong hands pawed at her body, trying to get the lingerie off her. His hands roamed the back of the tight outfit, following the contours around her bust and squeezing her supported breasts tightly. “Oh Abel...AHHH!” Instantaneously, his fingers had dropped just enough from her tits to the top of the lingerie's cups, grabbing and forcefully yanking them apart, tearing the suit straight down the front, following the white lace seam from the middle of her tits down to the top of her freshly shaven pussy. She felt a finger trace around her hip and move down the front to the small ‘V’ of material covering her pussy as the torn fabric above barely clung to her.
Selena struggled to hold on to him and push the remains of her special outfit down over her ass as the finger continued tracing around her crotch, then pushing firmly against her covered slit, the thin material nearly soaking his hand as she tried pushing it off. The brunette fought free of his grasp and finally dropped it to hang between her legs before she kneeled on the chair in front of her, leaning against the back as she looked over her shoulder at Abel. She didn’t have to say anything, the way she looked at him, her staggered breathing, the way she was presenting her wet slit to him, it told Abel everything he needed to know. She wanted this...no, she needed this. Reaching out, he grabbed the lacey scrap and yanked it, the elastic from the pantyhose making Selena yelp as it snapped across her skin before he threw the outfit away.
Abel stood behind the brunette and gave her ass a hard smack, watching the fat jiggle in ways he had never seen before. “Ohhhh fuck,” Selena muttered, squeezing the chair and holding tight for leverage as he slipped his middle and ring fingers deep inside her, his fingers working purposefully, sliding effortlessly in and out of her gushing wet slit. Slowly, he pulled them from out, her juices dripping down his palm. Her mouth was agape and her breath staggered as she looked back at him, finally breaking her view of the porno taking place in front of her.
The musician slid his clean hand up her stomach, giving her large, unsupported tit a hard squeeze. Her mouth opened again, and he brought his fingers, covered in her juices, right to her mouth. Selena needed no prompting and quickly took them in. She grabbed his wrist, holding it as she licked him clean, her tongue rolling around each digit, her own flavor overwhelming her taste buds. Abel didn’t hesitate and hooked his fingers into her mouth, guiding her off the chair and down between his knees. The Disney queen knelt there obediently, with her eyes trained on his bulge. Sitting in only his tight boxer briefs, he leaned back into the chair and Selena took the hint, reaching up and yanking them down as he lifted his hips for her.
Selena couldn’t pull them off fast enough, his long shaft coming into view before the thick snake finally fell from his boxers. His shorts barely hit the floor before she was all over it, both hands wrapped around, taking in the view for the first time in years. The hungry brunette took him by the base and opened her mouth, but just as her lips got to the head, Abel stopped her. “If you want it, come and get it,” he mocked her.
There was no hesitation as the girl grabbed his cock, holding it like sausage in her hand. She brought her head to the base of his shaft and dragged her face down it, running her tongue down its length. As she reached the end of the line, she effortlessly rolled her lips around and put the head into her mouth and started to swallow his unit. “God I missed this,” he moaned loudly.
Behind the two of them, Shin and Carlo had once again swapped the blondes. Shin now had Francesca on her knees, facing the back of the couch and fucking her hard from behind, while Rachel was grinding deep, her legs together as she slowly rode Carlos’ shaft. The foursome was making quite the racket and Abel watched with lust in his eyes as Selena’s head bobbed up and down between his legs, her white skin a striking contrast between his dark thighs.
Selena had no more hesitations, her brunette hair bouncing wildly as she closed one of her dainty hands around the base of this member and cupped his balls with the other. Her lips were wrapped around him, stretching around every vein and imperfection on his cock. She had a tendency to suck him deep, her nose pushing against his body and holding her head in place until she ran out of air. “Oh shit, Sel, you haven’t lost you touch one bit,” the singer moaned. Hearing his compliment, she wanted to smile, but couldn’t do anything as her mouth was filled with his meat. ‘That’s right, I’ve still got it,’ she thought, slowly bringing her mouth up his length, her tongue cradling the tube.
The gorgeous girl could have seen the party developing behind her if she looked to her side, but was too drawn to her lover. Her hands maintained their position, but as her mouth got to the top of his shaft, she stopped, holding his head between her lips as she began to stroke feverishly.. “Suck that dick, slut” he whispered to her as he leaned forward. Selena’s eyes opened wide as the word echoed in her head, memories of their past flashing through her mind. She recalled the first time he called her a slut, how angry it made her...and how much more amazing their sex had become because of it. Like many of the things Abel had introduced her to, by the time their relationship had hit her stride, she had learned to love hearing him refering to her as a whore or a slut as they went wild during their marathon fuck sessions. Her hand became a blur, stroking quickly up and down as she rolled the balls through her fingers, hoping that she would continue to receive the same treatment. Abel let his fingers through her hair and finally pushed her head down, causing her to unexpectedly take his cock deep into her mouth, “take it all the way you little nasty little cock sucker.” “Mhmfff!” She struggled as he reached forward, sliding his free hand down her back, trying to reach her ass. Having failed, she recoiled back once he finally let go, trying to catch her breath.
Abel wasted no time pulling her off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting it to her lips as he pushed her back so that he could explore her new body. She had changed since they had last been together; having won the battle against lupus and gained some healthy weight which, thankfully for her, primarily found its way to her tits and ass. “These fucking tits,” was all he could mutter as he massaged her massive rack. The confident brunette slowly climbed to her feet and, noticing that Shin was watching, popped her ass out as she rose. She climbed into Abel’s lap, straddling him and slowly jerking his shaft. “You like ‘em baby? I know you like big tits, I still remember how you couldn’t get that hostesses’ out of your face,” she whispered into his ear.
Their eyes locked for a second that felt like an eternity, before their lips crashed back together, the intensity putting shame to their encounter in the hallway. Selena held the back of his head with her left hand while she quickly stroked his shaft. Abel’s large hands continued to massage her tits, stopping only to squeeze and twist her nipples, just like she liked. Her mouth broke from his, only momentarily, to let out a long loud moan that mixed in with the sounds of the larger group fucking on the couch above, drawing Carlo and Shin’s attention. The brunette looked at the black python between her legs and tilted her head down, letting the saliva pour from her mouth and coat it. Their lips came back together, but this time, the beauty didn’t stroke it, instead pulling his cock against her wet hole and rocked her hips, grinding and teasing him as Abel held her and squeezed her ass. Her pussy lips were spreading, gushing all over his shaft while she used him like her own personal dildo, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths like a couple of horny teenagers.
Swiftly, Abel tightened his grip on her ass and lifted her up, dropping her across the console, leaving Selena naked in only a pair of lacey white pantyhose in front of him. He took her leg and hung it over her his arm, using his free hand to run his head up and down her eager sex, both of them unsure if they were waiting for the other to say something. But as she was about to beg for it, she watched Abel reach over on the console and produce another vile. Yanking the top off, he haphazardly poured a jagged line of the white powder between Selena's large breasts and leaned forward, burying his face between them. The girl needed no instruction, pushing them together and smothering him as he sucked up all of the drug before moving to suck her nipples. His cockhead pressed and prodded her hole as he did and the feeling grew to be too much for her to take. Selena broke first, bucking her hips so that the tip popped into her pussy. Abel jerked the head up and down, but still refused to put it inside her. “Oh, fuck me already,” the girl moaned. Finally hearing that she had broken, with one confident thrust, her ex once again became her lover.
“Fuckkkk……” she let out a long, deep, sultry moan. Abel had wasted no time now that the threshold had been crossed, slamming himself deep into the thick 27 year old, his thrusts strong and powerful, every one ending with his crotch slamming into her body.
The room was full of the sounds of loud, lustful sex. Carlo and Shin had the blondes 69ing on the couch, Francesca on her back being fucked by Carlo while Rachel struggled to support herself on top of her, the two men alternating strokes as the girls attempted to eat each other at the same time. But not to be out done was the guest of honor, the Disney starlet herself, being ravaged by Abel’s big cock, just like she had been all of those years ago. The sounds coming from the group on the couch we’re dwarfed by those coming from Selena, who was laying on the equipment perpendicular to the couch. Her body was on fire, the sliders and switches digging into her back, sending a jolt of painful pleasure down her spine. She had denied herself a man's touch for so long and now that she was finally getting it, the wave of pleasure was drowning her.
Selena’s large breasts bounced wildly as he slammed himself into her. He was mesmerized by the way her body reacted from each of his thrusts and it fueled him to keep going. As he did, Selena's eyes drifted for a moment; fixating on the boys using the blondes on the couch while her hand slid down and began to rub her clit. “Fuck me, Abel, god, don’t stop! I’ve needed this!” she moaned, looking back over at the fuck show. This time however, she noticed that both Carlo and Shin had their eyes fixated on her as Abel ravaged her. Squeezing her tit with her free hand, she locked eyes with them, “Ahhh, yes! Just like that, fuck me! FUCK ME!”
Carlo and Shin had both seen Selena and Abel fuck in varying degrees while they were together, thanks to their friend’s open door policy with his crew, a luxury that granted them unrestricted access to his house. On more than one occasion they both had walked in on the couple, whether it was Selena laid over the kitchen table or slowly grinding on top of her lover as they tried to watch sports. There were nights that the pair would excuse themselves to the bathroom for a quickie, and the boys would not acknowledge the noises they heard coming from it, instead pretending they had no idea what had happened.
“Lay down,” the brunette said, biting her lip after finally breaking eye contact with the pair watching her. Abel pulled out of the girl's gaping cunt, his wet cock slapping his thigh as it fell, but before he did as she asked, he leaned forward, locking his lips on her nipple. The crooner's tongue worked frantically, licking the erect nub on her left breast, before kissing his was across her chest, paying special attention to her world famous mole then biting the right one.
By the time Abel had complied, Carlo and Shin were sitting down and the girls were between their legs, sucking them off. Selena seductively swung her hips as she walked over and stood overtop of Abel, much like she had done at the festival all of those years earlier. Making eye contact with the boys once again, she licked her lips and spun around so that her ass was toward them and leaned forward, grabbing Abel’s cock and twisting her hand around it as she bent forward and put her holes on display for his friends before she finally lowered herself down. “I didn't realize how much I needed this,” she said, quickly running her hand up and down his shaft while her thigh was massaged, “Well then get on girl.” Selena spun as she swung her leg over and leaned back slightly, giving the boys on the couch an incredible view of her body. Her big tits hung there as she took his cock and pressed it against her lips, rocking her hips momentarily while they watched his tip slowly pressing in before she finally slid down on it.
“Oh god, that’s right baby, you’re so big,” she moaned, falling right back into her servile old self, hyping Abel up as she rode him, just like she had done so many times in the past. Selena slammed her pussy down onto his shaft and a loud slap echoed through the room. She anchored her hands on his chest and began to ride him, throwing her hips around as she took a moment to enjoy every inch of him. The fire was growing inside her, the effects of the drugs really starting to peak. “Come here,” the beauty moaned, leaning forward and grabbing Abel’s head, pulling it directly into her tits. Quickly, his lips made their way along the soft flesh and found her nipple, biting it just hard enough. “Fuck baby, just like that!” She moaned, staring directly into Carlo’s eyes. He ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair and pulled her head off, his hard cock slowly coming into view from behind it as he pushed her straight to Shin’s lap. Abel’s friend let her take a long look at it while she instinctively licked her lips, staring at his saliva coated shaft, she started to visibly roll her hips faster, watching closely as he slowly rubbed himself to the sight of her fucking the large cock in front of him. The brunette held her lover's head tightly between her ample breasts while his hands explored her body. They massaged her ass, grabbing and pawing at the fat of her cheeks. They fought each other in a dance for power, Selena trying to lead as she rode him and Abel trying to squeeze her ass, his finger moving closer and closer until the tip was pushing against her asshole. As his finger passed its second joint, the brunette threw him back down. It was at that point Shin finally decided to divert his focus from the two blondes working his cock in tandem to watch Selena as well.
“Oh...Ughh...Abel! You’re so dirty!”
Selena had managed to take control away from Abel and began to bounce on his cock wildly. The sensation of his finger in her ass felt amazing, but it was his cock that she needed more than anything. The latina got to her feet, squatting above him and leaned back, her hands behind her supporting herself. Her body was on full display for everyone there and Abel put his hands behind his head, enjoying the show in front of him. Selena threw her head back and began to ride him, slowly causing his wet shaft to disappear and then reveal itself as she worked him, rolling her hips from side to side just like she remembered he loved. As she brought her head forward she locked eyes on Shin, now watching her adamantly. Selena licked her lips, her eyes now jumping between the boy's eyes, Carlo’s cock, and the two heads bobbing up and down in Shin’s lap. ‘Move your heads’ she found herself thinking as she watched the blondes bobbing up and down in Shin’s lap.
Selena rode, moaning as her ass slapped against Abel’s body, all nine inches of his thick shaft disappearing inside of her. She watched as Rachel got off her knees and climbed on top of Carlo, leaving Shin with just Francesca sucking him off. They made eye contact again and the brunette could no longer contain herself, “move her head,” she mouthed to him as she continued riding. Shin grinned and grabbed the blonde, forcefully pulling her head off his cock and up to his face. Selena watched him whisper into the girl’s ear before she crawled beneath Carlo to play with his balls and Rachel’s ass. As she moved to the side, Selena finally got the view of Shin’s cock she was waiting for, long, thick and dripping with spit. She licked her lips again and brought her hand forward, rubbing her clit as she rode Abel harder and faster.
Her ex-boyfriend wasn’t blind to what was going on, noticing that Selena’s eyes were locked forward instead of on his. Leaning his head back, he watched his friend stroking his cock feverishly as the Texan continued to ride him. He could feel the latina’s cunt starting to get tighter on his dick and rocked forward, pulling the girl off of him without warning. In a swift change of position, he quickly had Selena on all fours, facing the couch with his friends on it. Bap, bap, bap the sound echoed as his hips crashed into her, but he wasn’t content just using her like that, and the star reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up until her back was against his chest.
Selena’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he worked her like this, tightly pulling her hair while he hammered himself into her, the fat of her ass jiggling with each successive drive. ”Yes, yesss, yesssssss!” she screamed, and Abel, feeling her pussy clench on him knew he’d driven the girl to an orgasm. Unfazed, he kept his hold on her hair for several more drives before finally relenting and releasing her. Selena fell forward, barely catching herself with her body still bouncing from the singer's thrusts and feeling her hair rubbing against something foreign. She opened her eyes and realized that it wasn't Abel playing with her hair, but Shin leaning back on his knees directly in front of her, his thighs so close that they were almost touching her and his slick, glistening cock, similar in length but less girthy than Abel’s, throbbing in her face.
The brunette took one look down the length of his shaft and, without thinking, grabbed a hold of his dick and began to stroke him, stopping only to take it into her mouth. “Oh fuck dude, this bitch’s mouth is fantasitc,” Shin said to his friend as she swallowed him eagerly, bouncing between the two boys.
The feelings running through Selena’s body were already euphoric being pinned between her ex-boyfriend, who she had never imagined she’d fuck again, and his slightly less endowed friend, who she had never imagined she’d fuck at all. But when Abel continued toying with her asshole, it was like a switch had been activated. Her body tightened up, forcing her to feel every ridge and vein on the thick black shaft stretching her out as she began to give Shin a vigorous, sloppy blow job, feeling every unique detail on her tongue.
Under normal circumstances, Selena would have resisted. Even when they were dating and she was as submissive as she could be, she wouldn’t have acted like this. But in this moment, the combination of years of abstinence, of years without a man’s touch, of years without having done any kind of drugs, had her sex drive out of control; she needed cock, and didn’t care who or where she was going to get it from.
SMACK! Abel’s hand crashed across the girl's peach shaped ass before he pulled out slowly, spreading her cheeks so that he could watch her lips quiver as his head fell out of her. The lack of cock inside her did nothing to hamper her activity, as now her attention was completely on Shin. The starlet finally released his cock from her lips, stroking it frantically as she looked up at him, her grip slipping as he backed up and sat back on the couch, curling a finger and shaking his cock at her.
Selena eagerly crawled over to him, licking her lips as Abel sat back in his stool, stroking himself to the view of the girl swinging her hips as she moved toward his friend, her gaping pussy on display for him. There were no words exchanged between the two, Shin tilted his shaft toward her and Selena simply opened her mouth, taking it into her mouth and wrapping her lips around, pushing her head down to the base as she landed between his legs. Slowly, she pulled her head up, dragging her tongue behind it, pleasuring Shin in the very same way she did with Abel, as if his cock was an extension of her ex-boyfriend’s. When she got to the top, Selena kissed the tip and began to tease him by licking the head, kissing it gently, sucking on it like a lollipop, even going so far as to pop the head in and stroke him, but she didn’t go back down. “C’mon, slut, stop fucking around and suck this dick,” Shin demanded as he pulled her hair into a pony tail, and wrapped it around his hand before he placed his hand on her back of head and tried to persuade her go lower. `Where does he get off on calling me a slut,' she thought, but hearing him insist began to push the objection from her mind and when he finally put his palm against the back of her head and pushed her lips all the way down to the base of his cock, her mind went blank. “That’s right, hold it, hold it there you sexy little cock sucker,” Shin moaned as he felt Selena starting to gag. With the hand removed from the back of her head, her head shot up, strands of spit hanging from her mouth as she gasped for air, but as if attracted by magnets, her hand was back on his pole. “Don’t stop sucking that dick, whore,” he muttered and she gave him what he wanted, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, the insults turning her on more and more.
‘This dick fills my mouth so damn good,’ she thought as she blew him, her right hand twisting, quickly following her mouth. As she sucked the two blondes combined flavors from his cock, she found herself trying to watch the girls tend to Carlo’s rod, quickly flashing in and out view, out of the corner of her eye. ‘I want that, no, I need that,’ her speed increased as she thought about it. Selena’s desire didn’t go unfulfilled for long.
She took her left hand and reached out, putting it on Carlo’s knee as she moved her right hand down and cupped Shin’s balls, attempting to deep throat him. Having realized that there was an extra hand on him, Carlo finally pulled the blondes tits from his face and looked around, quickly noticing that mess of brunette hair in Shin’s lap. “Girls, I think our guest of honor needs some attention,” he said, pushing both blondes off of himself and in Abel’s direction. As soon as he was free of the girls, he moved over; one leg kneeling on the couch, the other foot on the floor with his cock hanging above Selena’s face as she continued to swallow Shin. Carlo reached down and put his hand on the back of Selena’s head, holding her down on Shin’s cock until he heard her start to gag. Letting go, her head shot up as if it were on a spring. “Hey--OH,” she recoiled, strands of spit dangling from her chin as she stared at the cock aimed at her face. “Oh, boys...all of this cock for me?” she giggled, teasing each of them. The coke fueled brunette kneeled there between the two hard cocks, intoxicated with the feeling of having one each hand and stroked them simultaneously, ‘I deserve this,’ she thought and quickly took Carlo into her mouth, just like she had been wanting since she performed for him earlier. Focusing on him before she started to switch between them. Her hand would stay busy with the one out of her mouth, stroking, rolling her thumb over the head, teasing until she was ready to switch, sucking deep until she released the head with a loud POP and quickly jumping to the other. Neither responded and just moaned as she worked, the two finally having their dreams of fucking Abel’s famous (ex) girlfriend coming to fruition.
“Look at her, the slut can’t get enough. Ain’t that right, you cock slut?” Shin asked, reaching to fist bump Carlo. Selena dropped Carlo’s cock and brought her hands to Shin’s knees, giving him all of her attention. ‘Cock slut...that's all I am. I love it. I need it. I can’t get enough of it.' Slowly, she sucked him, pushing his legs apart inch by inch as she took him deeper. She brought her soft lips up, sucking him hard as she got to the top of his thick snake before one final POP echoed into the room. Seductively, Selena lifted her ass, her head still by his cock, before she slid up his body, dragging the tip of his cock between her hanging tits, down her chest, her down stomach, continuing until she crawled into his lap and it was laying against her dripping wet cunt, just as Abel’s had earlier. Her right hand moved up through her hair, squeezing it tight, her left pushing Shin’s thick dick against it as she rocked forward and hovered her lips just over Shin’s.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Not needing a second invitation, he put his hands on her hips and pushed her down, his pole effortlessly disappearing inside the girl. “Shit, that’s good,” he moaned as she bottomed out on him. The affirmation was all she needed to hear and Selena leaned forward, her head against Shin’s as she rode him roughly. She was no longer the tame, innocent woman who had entered the room before, nor was she was she the same sex crazed girl that Abel had dated all of those years ago, no, she was more; in this moment, she was addicted to cock, willing to be absolutely filthy for anyone who had shown up to fuck her. “Yes...that’s it, let me ride you, let me be real good for you,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her hips now slamming down against him hard with each repetition.
As she brought her head back, she was poked in the face by Carlo’s shaft. She opened her mouth, but was suddenly stopped. “Not yet, you’ll waste it,” he said, pulling back just enough so that she could see the line of white powder running down his cock. Selena grinned eagerly and grabbed it, holding it like she had been gifted a bar of gold, pausing to admire the sight. ‘Now this is perfect’ she thought, bringing it closer and running her nose down his length, inhaling every last bit, “ahhh!,” before popping it in her mouth and aggressively sucking on his shaft, once again hypnotized by the effect of being positioned between two hard poles.
“Yo, let me get a piece of this ass,” Carlo said to Shin, as he hopped off the couch and stood behind Selena, pushing his body against her, his slobbered on cock resting between her ass cheeks. ‘Yes, I want to know what it's like to be between you two,’ she thought as he pulled her tight, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her off of Shin, picking her up enough to pivot to the adjacent couch, falling backwards onto it, Selena’s back against Carlo’s chest.
His length was comparable to the other boys, nearly as long as Abel’s but the least thick of the bunch, allowing her hand fit more easily around its girth. When they landed, Selena felt his cock resting between her ass and the latina wiggled her hips, sliding it between her buns like a big hotdog. But soon that wasn’t enough, and she reached down between her legs, lifting herself just enough to pull Carlo’s cock forward, spitting down into her hand and stroking him quickly to lube his hard shaft with the liquid. Carlo reached forward as she did it, his hands cupping Selena’s impressive rack and squeezing them, making sure to give extra attention to her nipples. She loved the way he was touching her body and quickly straddled him, squatting on the couch so that his cock was pressed up to her used hole. She put her hand down on the underside of his cock and held it against her hot, wet cunt; her lips grinding the length of his shaft as it massaged her clit every time she rocked her body up and down, feeling his entire length. She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Are you gonna help me cum?”
Carlo was drunk on her body and her question threw his mind over the edge, struggling to vocalize a “yes.” But it didn’t matter, they both knew the answer and she had already angled her hips forward allowing his head to effortly push inside her. “Mhmmm, yes you are,” she moaned as she slowly rode his length down. She deliberately lifted herself up and down, but her hips were moving wildly side to side, rotating on him to simultaneously work every piece of that hard cock and hit every part of her gushing pussy. “Ride that cock good, you slut,” the man demanded, his words forcing Selena to readjust, moving from her position on top of the couch and now standing between his legs, all without his cock ever leaving its home. She anchored herself, placing her hands on her knees, and began to gyrate on him, her pussy now hugging his cock firmly.
Selena whipped her hair to the side, catching Abel from the corner of her eye. She turned her head to the left and made eye contact with him for the first time since she had partnered off with Shin, now sitting on the second of his friends' stiff pricks. Abel was sitting on the same stool that Selena had teased him on earlier, leaning back against the console while the two blondes battled in his lap, making out with each other as their hands worked his shaft. She continued riding Carlo, going through the motion as her and Abel’s eye’s stayed locked. ‘Yes, fuck them. Look at me, look at my body, look at what you've been missing!’
To a sober Selena, the feeling of performing for Abel, who wasn’t even her boyfriend anymore, would have been dirty and degrading, but in her current condition, it was turning her on like nothing else ever had. That latina began to work Carlo roughly, after months...years without the ‘real deal,’ the perfect storm of conditions had her riding her third cock of the day. Breaking out of her sex induced haze, she leaned back into Carlo, taking him all the way down and slowing to a grind, her legs quivering as she begged, “Play with my tits,” in her trademark seductive tone. Her lucky suitor grabbed her soft rack, cradling and massaging them as she worked him. “Yes...just like that, that’s good,” she moaned, pulling his lips to her neck. Carlo started to kiss her neck, her shoulder blade, it was now his calling to make her cum. His pawing increased, no longer softly playing with her tits, but squeezing them firmly, his pointer fingers on her nipples, rolling around the erect nubs.
Shin had gotten back up off the couch and approached the pair after having sat in the far corner, slowly stroking himself while watching the show. He stood in front of Selena and instinctively she grabbed his shaft, holding it carefully, trying not to spill any of the coke she assumed to be on it as she brought it to her face.
“What the fuck are you doing, bitch? Either suck my cock or let me fuck that mouth” the engineer said, grabbing the pop star by her hair and slapping his cock across her face, giving her the moment she needed to open her mouth and swallow him. “Yo Abel, you weren’t kidding, she’s so thirsty for it,” Shin said as Selena attacked his cock like a vacuum, but her time bouncing between his friends didn’t last long. “Oh...oh god,” she struggled to get out with her mouth, filled with the meaty shaft, “Fuck me! Make me cum! I need it!” Carlo’s hands left her tits and hit her hips, holding her down, her pussy throbbing and clenching around him while he did his best to drive his shaft into her as hard and fast as he could.
Shin looked down at the girl quivering in Carlo’s lap, and quickly locked his hands around her waist, “gimme,” he demanded, picking Selena up and throwing her awkwardly over the arm of the couch without letting either of the two answer. He stepped between her legs, throwing one over his shoulder and grabbed her by the hips. He brought himself close and thrust forward, his dick missing and sliding along her soaked clit. As he pulled back to try again, Selena had nothing to say about the two of them passing her around like a toy, she simply reached down and helped to guide him in.
His defined head split her lips and Shin slammed in. “Oh fuck!” The sex doll screamed, already on the edge of an orgasm. “Don’t stop, dont you dare fucking stop!” Selena screamed as he piledrove her cunt, her juices flowing down his balls and starting to spray with each loud smack of their bodies coming together. His eyes were fixed on her tits and while it wasn’t the first time he had ever seen them thanks to her and Abel’s prior antics, much like her ex, he was enamored with how large they were now. Releasing his grip from her hip, he brought the hand back...SMACK...and slapped her right breast solidly. “AHHH!” The brunette screamed, the pain quickly turning into an addition to the euphoric high she was already riding.
Selena could sense a change in Shin's demeanor as he continued to abuse her hole; his breathing was starting to become labored while he struggled to keep his thunderous pace. She grabbed her tits tightly, the fat spilling through fingers before she slid them down and cupped them. “Are you going to cum, baby?” She asked, using her sultry voice as a kind of aphrodisiac, “...I want you to cum all over my big titties.” Shin turned his dial to 11, gripping her tighter and thrusting into her more vigorously. “Look at her, begging for his cum like a whore,” Carlo said to Abel in the background, both of them watching the international role model being fucked like a porn star. “Dont stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop! I'm so close!” Selena screamed, getting off on Carlo’s comments as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.
Like a jackhammer trying to destroy the pavement beneath it, Shin’s body crashed into her violently, fighting through the spasms as his shaft turned white with her cream. But the onslaught of stimulation was too much for Shin and almost as if perfectly timed with Selena’s own orgasm, he yanked her off the arm of the couch and let her fall to her knees. Her hands never left her tits, which were now being presented as a perfect target for his load. “Cum on m…ahhhh” Was all she got out before she started giggling, giddy with excitement. Two pumps were all it took and rope after rope of his cum was painting her chest. After the fifth strand hit her, she watched Shin give himself 2 more unrewarding pumps before she attacked his still hard member, sucking it deeply to get the last bits of cum out.
“Holy shit,” he said panting, “that was incredible,” his spent cock pulling free from Selena’s mouth before he spun and fell back into the couch. Both him and Selena were left facing Abel, and she looked on at her ex, now leaning against the console while the two blondes sucked him off. Rachel took him in deep, then Francesca had her turn before they ran their lips down the sides together, attacking his long shaft as if their careers depended on it. “Oh my god, you’re throbbing,” Rachel moaned onto his head like it was a microphone, and in that moment, as their eyes were locked again, Selena knew that not only had Abel watched his friend bring her to a vicious orgasm and shoot his hot load all over her chest, but that he was getting off to it even as he was being serviced by those other girls.
The insatiable disney star watched for a moment, running two fingers across her chest and scooping come of Shin’s cum up. Her eyes stayed focused on Abel’s as she brought them into her mouth, sucking the thick, salty cream off her fingers before she finally directed her attention back to the other couch and crawled toward Carlo, fighting the aftershocks working through her body. There were still cocks in the room to be pleased...and she needed more. She grabbed his balls gently and pulled him into her mouth, lubing his cock with a combination of her spit and Shin’s lingering spunk. “Couldn’t wait to get it back in your whore mouth, could you?”, Carlo asked, marveling at the beauty sucking him deep with a large load of cum already smeared across her chest.
“You didn't...cum yet...did you?” Selena asked rhetorically, as she bobbed her head on his hard shaft, relishing her own taste that still coated it. “Mhmm, not even close,” he responded, pushing his hand on her head, helping to keep her mouth pinned down every time she got to the bottom. Pulling free, Selena looked back over her shoulder at Abel, who was biting his lip as he watched her.
The euphoric release of cumming hard coupled with the drugs, alcohol and Abel’s gaze, threw all sensibilities out the window, and the only thing that made sense to her was making Carlo blow his load. She spun around and assumed the position on the floor; face down, ass up. Carlo watched intently as she ran her hands gingerly around her round ass and spread herself for him, showing off her holes to him as if to present him his prize.
It had been forever since she had had her ass used, but Abel’s earlier prodding drove her need for it. She ran her middle finger around the hole and pushed in just the tip to show Carlo just what she wanted. “You’re a fucking dirty girl,” he said from his knees, lining his head up with her hole and popping just the head in, “offering your ass to me like a bitch in heat.” A low, lust filled growl emanated from deep within the beauty as he slowly began pushing himself deeper...deeper, until just like that, he had bottomed out inside her, his hips pushed tightly against her ass. “Fuck, yes give it to me, I've needed this. I've needed it more than anything!" the words flashing through her mind, leaving her unsure about if she had thought or said them, not that she cared, as Carlo started to pump her tight asshole.
Despite her being so tight, there was little resistance, the euphoric concoction working its magic on her body. Soon, Carlo was fucking her as steadily as if he were in her pussy. BAP BAP BAP, his hips smacked into her ass while he used her like one of the blondes. “Fuck, look at this whore, she’s taking my cock like its nothing, I can’t believe she wants us to think shes so innocent,” he said to Shin and Abel, both watching the girl being used eagerly. Selena was drunk with pleasure, relishing every comment they made that degraded her and reduced her character to that of a sex slave, “Yes! Use me! Fuck me! I’m a whore!” she cried out. Feeding on the demeaning comments, she reached between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhh…yessss” she moaned. Carlo felt himself finally approaching the edge and reached forward, grabbing her hair tightly and yanking it back, making Selena yelp as she looked up at Abel.
“You wanna cum again, slut?”
“Yessssss!”
“...and you want this ass fucked hard, don’t you?” CRACK...his hand came down thunderously across her bottom.
“Yesss,” she again let out in a loud drone.
“Say it!” he yelled at her, yanking her hair hard once again
“UGHHHH, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY ASS HARD!” she screamed, broken, a slave to her body’s desires.
Carlo rose to his feet without letting go of his grasp on her hair. Now squatting behind her, he began to thrust into her roughly. BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP, he fucked her furiously, his balls slapping against her pussy, occasionally grazing the fingers working her used cunt. His hand was on her hip, barely providing the stability he needed to keep her in place, when he felt her body start to convulse once more, and the realization quickly flashed through his mind; “I just made Selena Gomez cum from anal!” he yelled to his friends, laughing as her body quivered from the hard anal fucking she was receiving from him.
“OH GOD YESSSSSSSSS,” she let out loudly, a broken record of sorts.
It all pushed him over the edge. “FUCK!” he yelled, slamming himself deep inside her one last time. The brunette felt his cock pulsating and the warm sensation of his cum filling her asshole. “That’s right bitch, I bet you love getting your ass filled like this, don’t you?” he asked, collapsing backward without waiting for an answer as the used girl lay there, panting, trying to make sense of everything that just happened while the waves of two intense orgasms washed over her.
But they still weren’t done with her. Selena was suddenly lifted by her shoulders and roughly dropped on Carlo’s lap. “Suck his dick, bitch,” Shin commanded, as Carlo’s cum covered shaft rubbed on her cheek. Having barely recovered from her second orgasm, the songstress did as she was told, holding his cock tight and sucking the cream off of the still erect cock in front of her, moaning in the process as his bitter taste filled her mouth. “Fucking slut, look at her sucking his dick right out of her ass,” Shin said.
CRACK. She yelped as a hand came down on her ass, licking Carlo’s length as the fingers slid along her cheek and then stopped at her asshole, “Well if she likes sucking his cum off his cock some much...” Abel trailed off as his two fingers pushed in and began to prod at her, finger fucking her ass. “Mhmmmmm,” the girl moaned and rocked her hips as he explored her, pushing, rotating, before finally pulling out, “then she’d probably like to get a mouthful of it too.” Abel yanked her head back and presented his fingers to the girl. She should have been repulsed, disgusted that he had just scooped his friend’s cum from deep inside her asshole, but instead she found herself licking her lips, eager to taste his seed. She opened her mouth, letting Abel push the fingers in and feed her, “Mhmmmm mmmmmm mmm,” was all they heard. “Yeah, I think she likes it,” Carlo finally added.
“Come here,” Abel said, pulling the brunette to her feet, leading her down to the lower level. “Abel...ABEL,” Selena tried getting his attention, but was ignored until they stopped at the console.. “Abel, I needed t...ohhhh AHHHH,” she was cut off as he bent her over the controls, crying out as once again the drugs amplified the feeling of his fingers in her ass.
“Look at you, your legs are shaking. You’re dying to have this cock in your ass again aren’t you?”
“I...ahhhhhh...I need it”
“What was that?” he yanked her hair back again, increasing the pace of the fingers inside her.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck my ass so bad, ever since we broke up... I’ve needed it, I’ve dreamed of it...please Abel, please,” she pleaded.
“If you needed it so bad, why didn’t you have that punk ass bitch do it?“ Abel asked, his question pointed.
“I...we...tried,” Selena’s response interrupted by the feeling of fingers prodding her mouth while his thick shaft slid along her other lips. “He...ughh...he came whenever he put the head in,” she struggled to say, her body going crazy.
“What a bitch,” the stud laughed as he popped his head into her ass “and to think that you left me so you could get back together with that pussy ass, limp dick, white boy,” Abel added, pinning Selena’s rocking hips against the console.
“Please, Abel…”
“Beg for it, slut,” he pushed in ever so slightly more.
“Fuck me Abel, I need your cock.”
“You wanna get fucked like a whore…” he gave a quick half thrust before coming back to his resting, head in position, “beg like a whore.”
That quick jolt of his member in her ass unlocked a repressed, carnal desire.
“Abel, I need it, I need you to fuck my ass. Please, give it to me,” she pleaded again.
“Who owns this ass?” he jolted forward once more.
“It’s yours, this ass will always be yours and yours alone!” the need in her voice was palpable.
“You want this cock, admit that you’re nothing more than a whore,” Abel demanded calmly, pulling himself all the way out.
“Ughh, I’m a whore. I’m nothing more than your dirty cock loving whore!” she screamed, the fight between feeling degraded and trying to say what Abel needed to hear playing out inside her mind.
With a loud crash, Abel drove into Selena’s gaping asshole, hammering away without any doubt. “Oh my god! Oh my god, yes! Just like that!” she screamed as he worked her over the controls, her hands hitting switches and knobs randomly while trying to stabilize herself. Abel was a man possessed, gripping her body tight and slamming into her with reckless abandon. Selena became hypnotized, her body was starting to quiver again while Shin and Carlo rubbed their spent rods on the couches, catching shades of 2017 Abelena as they watched the couple fuck wildly and loudly, with no consideration of who else was around.
Abel was fucking her savagely, his mind numb to her cries, driven by resentment, spite and an animalistic lust. “Oh oh ahhhhhh! keep going! Fuck my ass, fuck my whore ass!” Selena yelled, finally broken to Abel’s will. The star put one hand on her shoulder and forced her upper body down onto the console, her tits being stabbed by all of the sliders and switches as her body violently shook against them. But Selena simply held on, taking pleasure in the pain, screaming and moaning uncontrollably for the massive cock stretching her tight hole. “AHHHHHHHH! GOD YES!” the latina screamed and suddenly, he felt the warm liquid spraying against his legs, the former teen queen once again having an earth shattering orgasm from anal sex.
Abel pulled Selena’s hair, yanking her head back, but instead of holding it, this time he pulled her forcefully, peeling her exhausted body off of the console and watching as she slid down and dropped painfully on the floor like a pile of bricks. She struggled to catch her breath, then the feeling of a hand in her hair pulled her up to her knees.
“Open that mouth up, you whore.”
Selena was stunned by everything that was going on, but obediently did as she was told. Abel held her head tight, stroking his cock furiously in her face.
“You come to the studio with this lingerie on, dressed like a hooker, and fuck me and my friends without any hesitation. You know what, Sel, you’re nothing more than a regular studio whore, you hear me!?” he said authoritatively. Shamelessly, she nodded her head as she watched his pace quickened, her eyes and mouth open wide, sticking her tongue out, waiting for his load. “You could charge double what those two blondes got paid,” Abel said as he approached the point of no return.
'Charge...double? What’s going…' was all she managed to think before a hot string of Abel’s creamy cum hit her straight in back of the throat, causing her to close her eyes and attempt to recoil, her head barely moving as his hand held it in place. Each blast of Abel’s cum hit her like a bullet to the heart, finally realizing that this wasn’t just him calling her names to turn her on, that they weren’t just having fun. This wasn’t just sex to him, no, this was something more, something hurtful and truly degrading.
“LOOK AT ME!” he yelled, his second rope hitting her face just as she tried to look up and obey his command, holding her head tightly in place so that she had no choice but to take his entire load on her face. “Make me look like a fucking idiot in front of the the world...” two more thick ropes shot between her lush lips and filled her mouth. “Leaving me to go back to your bitch ex-boyfriend, huh? Yeah who looks fucking stupid now,” he said as the final two thick strands hit her across the face, getting in her hair, leaving her coated as if she were getting a high end facial. Abel yanked her head firmly up, examining the defiled brunettes cum covered face, "Show your fans how much you appreciate them, blow them a kiss," he commanded. Abel turned Selena's head toward the boys on the couch and reluctantly, she puckered her lips and blew a kiss to the two degenerates. Satisfied, Abel released Selena’s head and let her fall roughly to her hands while she tried to catch her breath. “Slut,” he mumbled, walking away.
Selena looked up, winded, tears filling her eyes. “What the fuck was that?”, she asked, but her question was met with nothing but silence and her wadded up clothes being thrown at her. Stunned and ashamed, Selena attempted to wipe her face free of cum and get dressed quickly as possible while the boys high fived, laughed, and talked of their conquest as if she weren’t there.
“What the fuck was all of this? Is this why you brought me here...to fuck you and your friends!?” She asked loudly, barely dressed and completely disheveled. Abel continued to ignore her, walking toward the bar, stopping only to pick up her discarded white lingerie off the floor, “all of my whores leave a souvenir for the boys when they’re done…”, he paused, bringing the body suit to his nose and inhaling the latina’s sweet scent from its still wet crotch. “Now typically, I let them do their thing, but for some prime pussy like yours, I feel obliged to help them out,” he said, pulling at the already torn mesh and tearing the ornate thong away from the rest of the outfit. Selena watched in shock as he took it and placed it alongside the other girls' g-strings, already hanging from the bar shelves like trophies. ‘Whore...prime pussy…I’m nothing more than an object to them,’ the sharp, cold words rattled down to her core. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” she demanded, disgusted with his actions. But Abel simply slammed back the bottle of Champagne and walked toward the girl, carrying what was left of the ruined lingerie in his hand as his masculine frame backed the furious brunette up toward the studio door. “...And all of my whores leave when they’re done,” he added, reaching past her to open the door, dismissing her as he pushed her out of the studio.
“Don’t forget your work clothes.” He shoved the ripped undergarments into her chest and slammed the door in her face.
Selena stood stunned as the tears began to swell up in her eyes, motionless for what felt like hours until the faint sounds of people entering another studio snapped her out of her daze. She walked briskly through the hallway, grasping the remains of her white underwear tight, “Sweetheart, the bathroom is down here!” Rachel yelled as Selena walked away from her, until she made her way to the lobby. “Ms. Gomez! Ms. Gomez!” the secretary yelled as Selena nearly sprinted through, hoping that no one would notice what was in her hands...or the cum still spewed across her face. She jumped into the waiting SUV, “Home!” she instructed the driver, covering her eyes as she started to cry.
“Yeah Priscilla, what's the worst that could happen?”
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Epilogue: May 2020 -
“Selena! You have mail!” Raquelle called from the kitchen.
“I’ll be right there!” The brunette replied, strolling into the kitchen in her sweaty workout clothes after having paused her Youtube exercise routine.
“Universal Music Group? What’s this?” She questioned as she ripped open the padded envelope and looked through the contents. Inside, she found a check, payable to “Ms. Selena Marie Gomez” with the memo “Snowchild”.
Selena stared at it, puzzled by its delivery. After everything that had happened with Abel, not only had they not spoken again, but when the song ‘Snowchild’ was finally released, Selena found that she had been completely cut out. The suggestions she had made, the lyrics she’d written, the verse she had sung. There was nothing left but those vague references to their time together.
She looked deeper in the envelope and pulled out two pieces of folded paper.
The first was the track and credit information for the ‘Snowchild’ track, listing ‘Selena Gomez’ as studio personnel.
The second was a handwritten note:
Selena,
You really were a snow child that day in the studio.
Thanks for coming down, Shin and Carlo really enjoyed you
Buy yourself some new work clothes with this.
- A
P.S. Don’t worry, all of the whore’s were compensated per industry standards.
“That asshole,” she said under her breath, pulling out a small, clear vial filled with white powder.
“What’s up, Sel?” the blonde called out.
“Nothing!” she said, quickly hiding the vial and throwing the papers in the trash. Selena rushed to her office, signing the check immediately over to her Rare Impact Fund, trying to find solace in the fact that she was donating the amount, albeit small, to her charity.
She signed the check and paused, staring at the vial, now resting in the hands of a small Minnie Mouse figurine on her desk, and scribbled in a comment: “No More Collaborations.”
Selena loved every minute of it as Abel reached down and grabbed a full handful of the brunette’s ass, who wasted no time adjusting herself to that she could more easily lean her head back to kiss him. She held on to his neck, not caring who was watching their causal display of affection, and shivered as Abel ran a small metal vile up her chest, slipping over her nipple and tracing the outline of her cleavage. Inconspicuous as they had become in the mass of singing Beyoncé fans, that was still too risky, because she was still Selena Gomez, Instagram’s most followed celebrity, and he was still The Weeknd, mega star and last night’s headliner.
Their lips broke and without a word, the former Disney star grabbed the vile, tucked it into her bikini top and led her beau toward the side of the large crowd, amid a sea of muttering fans slowly beginning to recognize the duo. Briefly stopped by security, the large bouncer let the pair through as Selena effortlessly produced Abel’s “Performer” pass for entry, the artist none the wiser as to when she had procured it. Abel tried stopping several times as they walked through the backstage area, the two making brief small talk with the numerous artists and celebrities who were backstage. Big time musicians, including the likes of Jay-Z, DJ Snake, & even Gucci Mane, failed to interest Selena enough to pull her away from her goal. She led Abel to the corner of the backstage area, looked around, and once the devilish seductress confirmed the coast was clear, she pulled a heavy black curtain to the side and pushed Abel through.
The backstage area was devoid of life, a neatly organized area, where row after row of the musicians equipment and tour crates were stored. The beauty pulled her man down the main aisle before tucking into one of the more well lit rows. Regardless of the flagrant drug use around them, Selena could never be too careful when doing anything that would tarnish her good girl image, so the safety of a private nook, formed by a missing crate, became the perfect spot to let her true nature come out.
Abel reached into her top and produced the vile, taking a hit from it as Beyonce’s music continued to pump in. Reaching out, Selena grabbed the vile and took a hit herself, reupping her earlier high. She grabbed Abel, kissing him deeply once again. This time however, there was no reason to hide her lust, and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh Abel!” The brunette moaned loudly as he grabbed her ass, no longer concerned about being caught.
The Weeknd’s lips focused on Selena’s neck, his hand reaching up and pulling her ponytail free. The horny girl's moans grew more frequent as she grabbed his head and held him in. She couldn’t help herself, once she had gotten a bit of that white powder, her sex drive instantly went though the roof. He lifted the tight brunette, her body toned from months of tour rehearsal, and the lustful woman released his head and grabbed the top of the loose linen shirt. Selena tore the first button open, the second, and before the third, he dropped her down to her feet. The instant his shirt was open the Disney queen wasted no time with getting her hands and lips onto Abel’s chest.
The ‘Starboy’ singer had other ideas and pushed his muse back into the crates. Through her round, yellow tinted glasses, her eyes grew large as she watched and waited for his next move. Abel reached forward, his fingers wrapping around the thin knot connecting the cups of her bikini. He yanked forward, tearing the garment from her body; letting the Latina’s full breasts fall free.
Selena stood frozen, her nipples erect as she watched him drop his shirt. She loved it when he took control like this. Her breath was labored, her lust growing as her man approached her, grabbing her hair and pulling it while groping her tits with his free hand. Before she could even respond, he had spun her around, and pushed her bare tits against the top of the crate. Her lust had taken control and her hips were rocking. Slowly, Abel pulled the white top to the side and smacked her ass, before pulling her hips tight to his crotch. Selena’s body was on fire, grinding harder and faster as he reached around and unbuttoned her jeans. The brunette didn’t stop squirming as he pulled them down, kneeling down while his lips trailed the wristband closely, her firm ass finally exposed, though still clad in the high waisted black thong.
Kicking off her white tennis shoes and jeans, Abel reached between her legs, running his thumb along the length of her wet slit, “You are such a little slut, Selena, showing this thong off for everyone here.” Whipping her long hair over her shoulder, she looked back him with with her deepest ‘fuck me eyes’, “I love showing off for you,” she said, enjoying him caressing her pussy and kissing her ass.
“Oh fuck, stop teasing me baby,” she yelled over the music as Abel dug his face into her pussy, leaving the thong still in place, “I can’t take it anymore!” He ignored her pleads and kept going, reaching up and pulling her thong down, barely moving his face enough to get the garment past his face. His tongue had barely made contact with her wet hole before her hand shot back and grabbed his head, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. She was trembling, loving every moment of it.
Abel broke his hold and stood up behind the girl, naked except for that open white shirt she had managed to keep on. He dropped his unbuttoned black jeans, letting his thick black snake fall free. The sharp clank of the buttons hitting the floor told her what was coming next. Not needing any instruction, Selena braced herself as the head of his large cock pressed up against her eager, wet hole.
“Ughhh!’ The latina cried out in her drug fueled, lust driven haze, his hips pressing into her ass, “give it to me, give it all to me!”
Abel was one of the best things and worst things that could have happened to Selena. On one hand, he was a refreshing change of pace from her previous boyfriend. He was caring and compassionate, he worshiped her like a queen and fucked her like a whore. But he was a party boy, and his frequent recreational drug was a challenge considering her checkered (though well guarded) past with controlled substances, even if it pushed her sex drive through the roof.
Selena’s head hung down as her pussy was met with powerful thrusts. The Canadian singer never missed an opportunity to give it to his drug fueled toy hard, and this time was no different, pounding his brunette from behind with reckless abandon. Eventually, he slowed, but was not given a reprieve as she started twirling her hips and grinding into her lover, taking his cock at every angle as she threw herself back on him.
Wrapping his hand tightly into her hair, Abel yanked Selena’s head back and looked at the deep black pupils of her wildly dilated eyes as she continued to grind on him. Reaching out, he picked up the vile and held it to the beauty’s nose, allowing her to take another hit.
“Oh fuck!” she shivered, wiping her nose as she watched him toss the vile onto the top of the crates. Then she moaned, the euphoric feeling rising higher and higher as the tip of Abel’s thumb pushed into her asshole, “I love it when you touch me there!”
For a moment, it could have been misconstrued that they were making love, his hands all over her body as she slowly worked him with her hips, but once he pulled his thick cock free, the sound of it slapping against his thigh muted by the music, that illusion went out the window.
Having spun Selena around, he attacked her body, his left hand grabbing her ass, lifting her to the tips of her toes while his right found her pussy and shoved two fingers into her used slit. Selena's mouth hung open in silence, her arms wrapped around his head once again, this time pulling it into her chest. By the time his tongue began to flick across her nipples, she erupted, “AHH AHHH YESSSSSSS!”
“Fu...fu...fu…” she struggled to get out as he continued to use her effortlessly. “Spit it out,” he said devilishly, clearly in control of the situation. “Fuc...fuck me...god, put it back in me, baby,” she begged.
Though the latina was perfectly capable of holding her own in bed before, it wasn’t until meeting him that she became as sexually confident and open to new experiences. She had always been a little exhibisionistic, but it wasn’t until her second date with him that she actually did anything sexual in public. Fully aware that they could be (and ultimately were) seen by the paparazzi, the suave musician convinced Selena it was safe to open her trousers and let him finger her on the back deck of their rented yacht, just out of view of prying eyes. That same night was the first time she ever had sex out in the open, with the yacht pulled free from its mooring, the pair made love in the privacy of the midnight air while the boat sailed the Californian coast. From that point on, it took little convincing on his part to push her further, and Selena peaked sexually, letting him introduce her to new things, to new experiences.
Abel lifted the tight girl up easily in a sex fueled, drug induced act of strength, his cock resting on her crotch, nearly reaching her stomach. With one hand over the top of the box, she reached down and stroked him. “Help me,” she mouthed to him, and tilted her hips, angling his member inside her as he lifted and slowly lowered her back into place. Selena whipped her hair to the side, her hand accidentally finding the vile. Bringing it forward, she held it to his nose and he inhaled deeply, taking in the rest of the white powder. His pace began to build and the sexy texan, half draped over top of the boxes, began to grab her tits, rubbing and squeezing them together as that white shirt hung below her. Her moans grew louder and she pinched her own nipples, doing it as much for her man as she was for herself. Abel was now fucking her frantically, his fingers digging into her ass as he thrust as fast and hard into her as he could. His pace stayed consistent while Selena brought her right hand up his chest, then to his mouth, and ran her fingers around his lips before plunging her middle digit into it. He struggled to keep his pace while twirling his tongue around it. He slowed, watching his saliva drip onto her chest as she had pulled her fingers from his lips brought them to her own, licking just the tip before sliding it down her chest and stopping between her legs. The circles started slow, but quickly, she had begun vigorously rubbing her clit, prompting Abel to pummel her again.
“FUCK. YES. OH ABEL YOU’RE A GOD, DON’T YOU DARE STOP,” she screamed as her body began to tense up. Her hand slammed the top of the crate and as she looked to her side, she suddenly saw two stage hands dressed in all black, frozen in place, watching as the famous couple fucked like rabbits down the corridor from them.
“Dude, are you seeing this?” The guy asked.
“Ye...yeah,” the girl responded.
“Is that…”
“Yeah, it’s gotta be.”
“And…”
“Yeah it’s both of them!”
Selena stopped rubbing her clit and pulled herself up into her human sybian, turning his head to the side so that he looked in the direction of the boys, while she licked up his neck before biting on his ear. “Looks like we have an audience,” he moaned as she teased him. The brunette kissed him hard and then pushed back, ignoring his comments, already aware of them, “They can watch, but only you get to fuck me...Now lay down.”
Abel did as he was told, his head on the balled up jeans pointing toward the crew. Selena stood over him and stared at his wet cock, standing tall like a flag pole. Seeing that their audience still hadn't moved, she started to gyrate her body, the open white shirt flowing in the air as she danced around over top of him. She rolled her hips, twirling them as if she had a hula hoop on. Slowly, she bent forward, keeping her toned legs straight to pop her ass out. Reaching forward, she wrapped her fingers around Abel’s wet shaft, holding it tight as she dropped her hips low along his side. “Mind if I go for a ride?” she asked seductively, slowly throwing her leg over his body. She straddled her lover, squatting with one knee on the ground and the other high up the air, her used pussy on display not only to Abel, but also to the two onlookers.
The shoulder on the white shirt fell around Selena’s arm as she continued teasing the thick cock in her hand, stroking it slowly, running the head between her lips, daring Abel to thrust up into her. “Put on a show,” he said.
Looking straight out into the eyes of the female roadie, she let the dark head penetrate her wet slot, her mouth opening ever so slightly, before she dropped herself and took his entire length. Her hips rocked deliberately, making sure to work every inch of the shaft inside of her. Abel laid there, his hand locked behind his head, taking in the sight of his girl riding him, aroused by the fact that they were being watched. Selena’s body was on fire, having already been so close to the edge of orgasm. Slowly, she brought her hands up from her crotch, sensually running them up her tight stomach before cupping her perky tits. The latina pawed at herself, rubbing and squeezing her nipples as the pair looked on, “OH MY GOD,’ she moaned, loud enough for them to hear.
It wasn’t the first time that her and Abel had been caught, nor would it be the last. Never in a million years did Selena think that she would ever be okay with someone watching her most intimate moments, but try as she might, she couldn’t shake the risk and excitement of it happening. The first time it happened, her and Abel were in the back of a limo, being transported from one of his shows to their hotel. In the heat of the moment they had hit the button and lowered the privacy screen as she mounted him to ride. After turning to let him fuck her from behind, she noticed that the screen had been opened. Part of her wanted to close it, but Abel was relentless, pumping her from behind as the driver looked on and, in that moment, her instincts as a performer had taken over. She was compelled to throw herself back into him hard, her and the driver’s gaze meeting in the rearview mirror, locking until her boyfriend finished deep inside of her. They had been caught by restroom attendants who had returned from their “break” too early, and were also frequently caught by Abel’s friends, who usually showed up without notice. One of their more daring encounters involved a random couple who had drunkenly stumbled down the same spanish alley as the famous couple. Once the initial shock had subsided, it was Selena, who was already getting fucked against the brick wall with her dress hiked up around her waist, that invited the strangers to stay in her sexiest Spanish, nearly causing Abel to cum right then and there. What unfolded, in the dim lighting of an old Barcelonian alley, was an unforgettable competition to see which couple could cum harder. Every one of those times ended the same, Selena getting more and more turned on knowing she had been caught.
Selena rode him harder and harder. Her pussy was gushing, her hands leaving her tits only to wrap her fingers into her hair, holding her locks out as Abel finally engaged her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. “OH...OH...DON’T STOP ABEL...YES!” She screamed as she finally came, her hips never stopping their frantic rocking.
Meanwhile, the female stage hand watched speechlessly while her friend muttered, “Holy shit...holy shit,” adjusting his pants as his words repeated over and over, like a broken record.
The texan’s body was starting to slow down as her orgasm began to subside, but her partner had other ideas. “You’re not getting off that easy, babe, I still need to cum,” he said, grabbing her ass and hammering up into her. He rolled her over onto her side on the cool rubber mat undernether her, and began to fuck her roughly, his body straddling her right leg, her left up against his chest. The brunette held on dearly to her tits, squeezing her nipples as she was pumped full of the big black cock. “Oh fuck here it comes!” he yelled, pulling out his cock and aiming straight for her chest.
“Aye!” she exclaimed as the thick white cream exploded all over her stomach.
“Selena, are you okay!?” Priscilla asked the 27 year old singer, who had reached out for a paper towel to clean up the yogurt she had dropped on the counter.
“Yeah, I...I didn’t sleep well last night,” Selena said, wiping the yogurt from her midriff, “...I think my mind is just a little preoccupied.”
“Were you...I walked past your room to go to the bathroom last night and were…” the girl looked around quickly, making sure they were alone, “...were you moaning last night?”
“I had a dream…a nightmare Priscilla, you probably heard me waking up from that,” She said, adjusting her still wet panties as her cousin rolled her eyes and looked the other way.
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Selena stood in front of the door in a matching white tank top and pant combo, wearing a long baggy armed sweater that completed the outfit. She raised her hand and paused; 'Why am I so nervous? It’ll be the two of us just like old times. I’m here to record a song, that’s it,' she thought. Knocking on the door twice, she pushed it open and after hearing the music pouring out, stuck her head in, “Abel?”. But instead of her one time boo, she saw Shin [Kamiyama] & Carlo [Montagnese; known professionally as Illangelo], dancing with half a dozen scantily clad blondes. Not only were the engineers two of Abel’s frequent collaborators, they were also two of his sleazier friends. “Come on in, Sel,” Shin said, barely acknowledging that she was there. “Oh uh...Hi Shin…Hi Carlo, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Selena said, disappointed with their presence.
Shin, an athletic Torontonian with a crew cut and small mustache, and Carlo, a lanky Calgarian with a goatee and shaved bleach blonde hair, were both talented engineers and writers, something not even Selena could deny. They had cut their teeth with Abel for years and helped him rise to stardom, but the baggage that they brought along with them were triggers that she had consciously removed herself from. The partying, the drugs, the heavy drinking, the whores that they kept in their company with promises of meeting Abel before ultimately taking advantage of them themselves. Abel had never mentioned anything about other people being at the studio with them, and while she didn’t necessarily expect them to be along for the duration of the session, their company was unwelcomed. The brunette stood there uncomfortably, watching the group for a moment until she heard the door open again and turned to see Abel swagger in, “Selena!” He grabbed her tightly, “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come,” he laughed.
Studio 7 was the largest at Jungle City Studios. The soundproof room had a large ‘L’ couch adjacent to the entry, elevated a single step above the rest of the studio floor, almost as if it were a perch for family and friends to watch the artists from. On the lower level there was a small area for the engineers and talent to work at the console pressed against a large window to the recording booth.
Releasing her from the tight bear hug, The Weeknd escorted his ex-lover to the console, his arm draped across her shoulders. “You made a strong pitch the other night,” she said reluctantly, looking back at the party behind her, her eyes locking on a powder coated tray on the table. “But I, uh, didn’t realize you were going to be having a party. I can come back when…”
“Nonsense,” Abel cut her off. “You know Carlo and Shin like to party, let them have their fun,” he said, getting up and walking to the small bar against the wall. He pulled a chilled bottle of Champagne from an ice bin, pouring a fresh glass. “I know what kind of fun they like to have Abel. I’m not that kind of girl anymore. It’s making me anxious and I'm uncomfortable being here when that’s going on,” she said, looking back at Shin pouring champagne from the bottle directly down one of the nondescript blonde's chest. He handed the glass to Selena as he passed, sitting down and giving her all of his attention. “Here, this will help,” he said, putting a pair of headphones over Selena’s ears. A rough cut of The Weeknd’s latest song piped through. She listened intently as he spoke of his past; self-harm, emotional bruises, physical bruises, the fear of failure, rampant drug use. It was all on display. It was a vulnerability that Selena could relate to, being knee deep in recording her most personal album to date. The song continued, the verse he had shown her the lyrics to, the obvious allusions to their wild past, to their time spent at Coachella, to their breakup and Selena’s recent independence, and his lust for her in the weeks following.
“Abel, this is so...raw.” She looked at him, moving past the party that was happening behind them. “What if you…” Selena started shifting some controls on the console, adjusting the mix “...why don’t you add an echo also in that verse.” Abel walked into the booth and Selena, the seasoned recording pro, hit switch live. “Can you hear me, beautiful,” he winked as she gave him a slight smile. The Canadian singer listened to the track play, reciting the lines confidently into the microphone. As he did so, Selena looked at the glass of champagne he had left on the console for her. Her eyes followed the bead of condensation from the body down the stem, the bubbles emanating from the bottom of the glass and disappearing at the top. Abel walked out of the booth and took notice of the now half empty glass. “What did you think?”
“Not bad,” she giggled, handing him the headphones, the party still raging behind them. Listening to the song, the artist picked up his glass and held it toward Selena, inviting her to ‘cheers’ with him. She picked up her glass and reciprocated before gulping down the bottom half of her drink. Abel waved his hand and Carlo walked past, filling their flutes to the top.
The two continued to chat about ideas for the song, scribbling notes as their drinks emptied. The conversation had turned from just being about the song to catching up on their personal lives. Abel had finally gotten Selena to loosen up, and as she filled him in on the new album she was recording, she couldn’t help but laugh with him, still looking back at the group behind them, all while flirtily touching his arm as they accidentally emptied the bottle. With a cute hiccup, Selena took her comfy sweater off, leaving it over the back of the chair before she excused herself and walked out of the studio and down the tight hall to the restroom.
The tipsy girl splashed the cool water over her face, ‘What am I doing? This is getting out of hand,’ she thought, patting her face dry and opening the door and stepping out. She barely made it through before she was nearly run over by Abel, who had managed to avoid knocking her over by wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. “Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed, her hands lingering on his tight pecs, failing to push him away. Their bodies barely fit in the hallway together, each of their backs on an opposite wall. She wanted to push past him, but her body was stuck there...paralyzed by some unknown power. Selena felt his grip tighten on her waist and, almost instantaneously, all the pent up lust of their studio time bubbled over the top and exploded as their lips crashed together. Their tongues wildly explored each other’s mouths and Abel wasted no time hoisting the brunette like a doll, her legs wrapping around his hips, almost instinctively.
Selena lost track of the time, she had longed for a man's touch for so long and being pinned to the wall with his fingers digging into her thighs was just the release that she had been craving. Eventually, Abel finally broke their kiss, leaving the girl to hang there with her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly out of breath. Reaching into his pocket, the Torontonian held up a small vial, “Abel! What are you…”
“I saw you eyeing it every time you looked back and Carlo and Shin,” he cut her off. The girl covered her face and shook her head, it had been years since she had done anything of the sort. “C’mon Sel,” he whispered in her ear, “just have a little, do it for old times sake.” The way he had called her ‘Sel’, it forced a chink in her armor. “No one will know,” he whispered into her ear.
‘No one will know.’ Abel’s famous last words before getting Selena to push the envelope in the past. The four little words rattled inside her head as she debated his offer. “I...guess a little couldn’t hurt,” she said reluctantly, as if she were trying to convince herself. Her ex lover’s hand softly held hers as he passed her the vile. His hand then softly cupped her face, pressing her nostril closed as she took a deep breath.
Selena stopped and adjusted her outfit, fixing the jumpsuit before walking back into the studio behind Abel. The playboy pushed the door open and immediately was surrounded by 4 of the blondes. “C’mon and join us, Sel,” he called as she rolled her eyes and walked back over to the console, pouring another glass of champagne for herself. She twirled a purple pen around, ignoring Abel and growing uncharacteristically angry as he danced with the other girls, feeling the effects of the drug racing through her system.
When the song came to an end, Selena heard Abel saying goodbye to all of the girls except Rachel and Francesca. She continued to ignore him as he made his way back to the console “Okay, are you ready to try and cut some vocals?” He asked, omitting the fact that he had left her for the others immediately after their hallway rendezvous. His hand resettled on her petite shoulders, thumbs pushing into her back.
Selena entered the booth clutching the hand written notes. “Alright, why don’t you just start with some of those echoey back up vocals you were speaking of as a warm up.” Selena closed her eyes, listening to the beat of the song, swaying her hips as she began to sing into the microphone. Toward the end of it, the intercom cracked to life, “I’m going to start the song over right away, just roll into it.”
After the second playback, Selena opened her eyes, shocked to see Carlo and Shin, each one heavily making out and getting handsy with one of the blondes next to them. But Abel’s gaze was focused squarely on Selena, “Lets record the verse.” The track piped through and she began to sing, trying to focus on the sheet music in front of her and not on the couples through the window. Rachel, a size zero platinum blonde, was straddling Carlo as he groped her ass while Francesca, a tight dirty blonde latina, was giving Shin a lap dance. Try as she might, Selena’s eyes kept wandering up, watching the show through the window. By the second take, she had defaulted to watching the couples at every chance she got, her body growing hotter as she recorded her verse, unable to resist the view.
As soon as she exited the booth, Abel had her back in the chair with headphones on. “Now, what do you think of this?” He said, flipping the switch and turning the playback on. Selena pointed across Abel’s body, “reverb” she said softly as she tried to hit the switch. Abel toyed with the brunette, not letting her reach across him to hit it until she playfully shoved his chair back and hopped into his lap, hitting the controls she wanted.
Selena couldn’t help but feel his hard shaft pushing against her as she adjusted the dials, inadvertently wiggling her ass in the process. His hands found her hips, softly encouraging them to continue gyrating with purpose in his lap. As he held her tightly, her mind drifted. His touch was just as she remembered, and with every rotation of her hips, her ass slid across his cock, taking her back to all those nights they spent together. It wasn’t long before she had let go of the controls and her hands were at his side, relenting to her body's desires. His hands rose from her hips up the white top and squeezed her tits for the first time in years, inciting an audible moan from the gorgeous girl in his lap. As soon as his lips hit her neck, she stopped him, “Abel, we can’t do this. Not here, not now.”
Selena tilted her head and was shocked by the view behind them. Not only had Carlo and Shin swapped blondes, but now Carlo was getting his dick sucked by Francesca, still in her pink g-string, while Rachel, who had already stripped down, rode Shin. In an instant, the background noise that had been aiding to her arousal made sense.
“What’s going on here?” She asked Abel, struggling to pull her body from the magnetism of his lap.
“C’mon, Sel, we’re all just having a little fun,” he said, standing up and brushing her hair off her neck.
Her eyes were once again fixated on Abel’s friends. The drug coursing through her causing every fiber of her being to tingle as his fingers grazed her skin. Her body was burning with a desire that she was losing the battle to.
“What’s the big deal, Carlo and Shin have both watched us before...”
“Yeah, but...I...I’m not that girl anym…”
“You can cut the act. You claimed you “weren’t that girl” when we brought the Hostess from Giorgio Baldi to bed...and you’d have fooled me by the way you were all over her.”
“That was a one time thing for your birthday!”
“...Or what about your performance for those stagehands at Coachella, didn’t you say that you didn’t want to do anything crazy that night?” His lips found her neck once more as she stood speechless for him. “You loved it, each and every time,” he said as he slid the straps of the romper off her shoulders, “...and I bet you still do.”
‘Why am I fighting this?’ She stood there asking herself. There was no denying that she wanted him, and if her dream from earlier wasn’t enough proof, their encounter in the hallway coupled with the cocaine had turned her body into a firecracker, lit and waiting to explode.
Abel once again held out a small vile to her nose, and Selena took another deep breath, not fighting his offer this time. ‘Fuck it, I deserve this...’ she said to herself, remembering her cousins earlier words, the reluctance she felt earlier fading as she took a second bump of the powder. The crash of the champagne glass nearest to her ex may as well have been the sound of a starter's pistol going off as Selena spun, her hair whipping around and pounced on her ex-lover, pushing herself into him. Her hands were quickly up his shirt, stripping it off and exploring his brown, trimmed body, drinking him in like a hiker in a desert. Once Abel’s arms were free, he wasted no time continuing his previous task, pulling the straps down her arms and pushing the shirt down to her waist before pushing it and her pants over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Selena wiggled to help free herself as she attacked his belt, unbuckling it while they continued to make out furiously.
Selena fought to get his pants down to his ankles, his tight boxers managing to defy her grasp and remain up on as she threw him down onto the stool behind him, giving him an opportunity to take in all of her body as she kicked her street clothes free, now standing in front of him in a lacey white bodysuit and heels.
“You kept it…”, Abel said with a grin stretching ear to ear. “Looks like someone was hoping to get fucked,” he said, deeply satisfied with the view in front of him.
“Shut up,” she said out of breath as he grabbed her and pulled her in, the fat of her ass squishing in his fingers while her man handled her, kissing her stomach up and down. Selena’s mouth hung open as she held him tight. Abel’s fingers clawed, caressing her crack, finally getting to feel her wetness. Her eyes were locked on Shin pulling down Francesca’s g-string while she was still sucking Carlo off. It didn’t take long before he had her bent over the arm of the couch and was thrusting himself deep inside her. Shin, with the panties still in his hands looked on as Rachel sucked his cock.
The eager songstress was melting while her ex’s strong hands pawed at her body, trying to get the lingerie off her. His hands roamed the back of the tight outfit, following the contours around her bust and squeezing her supported breasts tightly. “Oh Abel...AHHH!” Instantaneously, his fingers had dropped just enough from her tits to the top of the lingerie's cups, grabbing and forcefully yanking them apart, tearing the suit straight down the front, following the white lace seam from the middle of her tits down to the top of her freshly shaven pussy. She felt a finger trace around her hip and move down the front to the small ‘V’ of material covering her pussy as the torn fabric above barely clung to her.
Selena struggled to hold on to him and push the remains of her special outfit down over her ass as the finger continued tracing around her crotch, then pushing firmly against her covered slit, the thin material nearly soaking his hand as she tried pushing it off. The brunette fought free of his grasp and finally dropped it to hang between her legs before she kneeled on the chair in front of her, leaning against the back as she looked over her shoulder at Abel. She didn’t have to say anything, the way she looked at him, her staggered breathing, the way she was presenting her wet slit to him, it told Abel everything he needed to know. She wanted this...no, she needed this. Reaching out, he grabbed the lacey scrap and yanked it, the elastic from the pantyhose making Selena yelp as it snapped across her skin before he threw the outfit away.
Abel stood behind the brunette and gave her ass a hard smack, watching the fat jiggle in ways he had never seen before. “Ohhhh fuck,” Selena muttered, squeezing the chair and holding tight for leverage as he slipped his middle and ring fingers deep inside her, his fingers working purposefully, sliding effortlessly in and out of her gushing wet slit. Slowly, he pulled them from out, her juices dripping down his palm. Her mouth was agape and her breath staggered as she looked back at him, finally breaking her view of the porno taking place in front of her.
The musician slid his clean hand up her stomach, giving her large, unsupported tit a hard squeeze. Her mouth opened again, and he brought his fingers, covered in her juices, right to her mouth. Selena needed no prompting and quickly took them in. She grabbed his wrist, holding it as she licked him clean, her tongue rolling around each digit, her own flavor overwhelming her taste buds. Abel didn’t hesitate and hooked his fingers into her mouth, guiding her off the chair and down between his knees. The Disney queen knelt there obediently, with her eyes trained on his bulge. Sitting in only his tight boxer briefs, he leaned back into the chair and Selena took the hint, reaching up and yanking them down as he lifted his hips for her.
Selena couldn’t pull them off fast enough, his long shaft coming into view before the thick snake finally fell from his boxers. His shorts barely hit the floor before she was all over it, both hands wrapped around, taking in the view for the first time in years. The hungry brunette took him by the base and opened her mouth, but just as her lips got to the head, Abel stopped her. “If you want it, come and get it,” he mocked her.
There was no hesitation as the girl grabbed his cock, holding it like sausage in her hand. She brought her head to the base of his shaft and dragged her face down it, running her tongue down its length. As she reached the end of the line, she effortlessly rolled her lips around and put the head into her mouth and started to swallow his unit. “God I missed this,” he moaned loudly.
Behind the two of them, Shin and Carlo had once again swapped the blondes. Shin now had Francesca on her knees, facing the back of the couch and fucking her hard from behind, while Rachel was grinding deep, her legs together as she slowly rode Carlos’ shaft. The foursome was making quite the racket and Abel watched with lust in his eyes as Selena’s head bobbed up and down between his legs, her white skin a striking contrast between his dark thighs.
Selena had no more hesitations, her brunette hair bouncing wildly as she closed one of her dainty hands around the base of this member and cupped his balls with the other. Her lips were wrapped around him, stretching around every vein and imperfection on his cock. She had a tendency to suck him deep, her nose pushing against his body and holding her head in place until she ran out of air. “Oh shit, Sel, you haven’t lost you touch one bit,” the singer moaned. Hearing his compliment, she wanted to smile, but couldn’t do anything as her mouth was filled with his meat. ‘That’s right, I’ve still got it,’ she thought, slowly bringing her mouth up his length, her tongue cradling the tube.
The gorgeous girl could have seen the party developing behind her if she looked to her side, but was too drawn to her lover. Her hands maintained their position, but as her mouth got to the top of his shaft, she stopped, holding his head between her lips as she began to stroke feverishly.. “Suck that dick, slut” he whispered to her as he leaned forward. Selena’s eyes opened wide as the word echoed in her head, memories of their past flashing through her mind. She recalled the first time he called her a slut, how angry it made her...and how much more amazing their sex had become because of it. Like many of the things Abel had introduced her to, by the time their relationship had hit her stride, she had learned to love hearing him refering to her as a whore or a slut as they went wild during their marathon fuck sessions. Her hand became a blur, stroking quickly up and down as she rolled the balls through her fingers, hoping that she would continue to receive the same treatment. Abel let his fingers through her hair and finally pushed her head down, causing her to unexpectedly take his cock deep into her mouth, “take it all the way you little nasty little cock sucker.” “Mhmfff!” She struggled as he reached forward, sliding his free hand down her back, trying to reach her ass. Having failed, she recoiled back once he finally let go, trying to catch her breath.
Abel wasted no time pulling her off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting it to her lips as he pushed her back so that he could explore her new body. She had changed since they had last been together; having won the battle against lupus and gained some healthy weight which, thankfully for her, primarily found its way to her tits and ass. “These fucking tits,” was all he could mutter as he massaged her massive rack. The confident brunette slowly climbed to her feet and, noticing that Shin was watching, popped her ass out as she rose. She climbed into Abel’s lap, straddling him and slowly jerking his shaft. “You like ‘em baby? I know you like big tits, I still remember how you couldn’t get that hostesses’ out of your face,” she whispered into his ear.
Their eyes locked for a second that felt like an eternity, before their lips crashed back together, the intensity putting shame to their encounter in the hallway. Selena held the back of his head with her left hand while she quickly stroked his shaft. Abel’s large hands continued to massage her tits, stopping only to squeeze and twist her nipples, just like she liked. Her mouth broke from his, only momentarily, to let out a long loud moan that mixed in with the sounds of the larger group fucking on the couch above, drawing Carlo and Shin’s attention. The brunette looked at the black python between her legs and tilted her head down, letting the saliva pour from her mouth and coat it. Their lips came back together, but this time, the beauty didn’t stroke it, instead pulling his cock against her wet hole and rocked her hips, grinding and teasing him as Abel held her and squeezed her ass. Her pussy lips were spreading, gushing all over his shaft while she used him like her own personal dildo, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths like a couple of horny teenagers.
Swiftly, Abel tightened his grip on her ass and lifted her up, dropping her across the console, leaving Selena naked in only a pair of lacey white pantyhose in front of him. He took her leg and hung it over her his arm, using his free hand to run his head up and down her eager sex, both of them unsure if they were waiting for the other to say something. But as she was about to beg for it, she watched Abel reach over on the console and produce another vile. Yanking the top off, he haphazardly poured a jagged line of the white powder between Selena's large breasts and leaned forward, burying his face between them. The girl needed no instruction, pushing them together and smothering him as he sucked up all of the drug before moving to suck her nipples. His cockhead pressed and prodded her hole as he did and the feeling grew to be too much for her to take. Selena broke first, bucking her hips so that the tip popped into her pussy. Abel jerked the head up and down, but still refused to put it inside her. “Oh, fuck me already,” the girl moaned. Finally hearing that she had broken, with one confident thrust, her ex once again became her lover.
“Fuckkkk……” she let out a long, deep, sultry moan. Abel had wasted no time now that the threshold had been crossed, slamming himself deep into the thick 27 year old, his thrusts strong and powerful, every one ending with his crotch slamming into her body.
The room was full of the sounds of loud, lustful sex. Carlo and Shin had the blondes 69ing on the couch, Francesca on her back being fucked by Carlo while Rachel struggled to support herself on top of her, the two men alternating strokes as the girls attempted to eat each other at the same time. But not to be out done was the guest of honor, the Disney starlet herself, being ravaged by Abel’s big cock, just like she had been all of those years ago. The sounds coming from the group on the couch we’re dwarfed by those coming from Selena, who was laying on the equipment perpendicular to the couch. Her body was on fire, the sliders and switches digging into her back, sending a jolt of painful pleasure down her spine. She had denied herself a man's touch for so long and now that she was finally getting it, the wave of pleasure was drowning her.
Selena’s large breasts bounced wildly as he slammed himself into her. He was mesmerized by the way her body reacted from each of his thrusts and it fueled him to keep going. As he did, Selena's eyes drifted for a moment; fixating on the boys using the blondes on the couch while her hand slid down and began to rub her clit. “Fuck me, Abel, god, don’t stop! I’ve needed this!” she moaned, looking back over at the fuck show. This time however, she noticed that both Carlo and Shin had their eyes fixated on her as Abel ravaged her. Squeezing her tit with her free hand, she locked eyes with them, “Ahhh, yes! Just like that, fuck me! FUCK ME!”
Carlo and Shin had both seen Selena and Abel fuck in varying degrees while they were together, thanks to their friend’s open door policy with his crew, a luxury that granted them unrestricted access to his house. On more than one occasion they both had walked in on the couple, whether it was Selena laid over the kitchen table or slowly grinding on top of her lover as they tried to watch sports. There were nights that the pair would excuse themselves to the bathroom for a quickie, and the boys would not acknowledge the noises they heard coming from it, instead pretending they had no idea what had happened.
“Lay down,” the brunette said, biting her lip after finally breaking eye contact with the pair watching her. Abel pulled out of the girl's gaping cunt, his wet cock slapping his thigh as it fell, but before he did as she asked, he leaned forward, locking his lips on her nipple. The crooner's tongue worked frantically, licking the erect nub on her left breast, before kissing his was across her chest, paying special attention to her world famous mole then biting the right one.
By the time Abel had complied, Carlo and Shin were sitting down and the girls were between their legs, sucking them off. Selena seductively swung her hips as she walked over and stood overtop of Abel, much like she had done at the festival all of those years earlier. Making eye contact with the boys once again, she licked her lips and spun around so that her ass was toward them and leaned forward, grabbing Abel’s cock and twisting her hand around it as she bent forward and put her holes on display for his friends before she finally lowered herself down. “I didn't realize how much I needed this,” she said, quickly running her hand up and down his shaft while her thigh was massaged, “Well then get on girl.” Selena spun as she swung her leg over and leaned back slightly, giving the boys on the couch an incredible view of her body. Her big tits hung there as she took his cock and pressed it against her lips, rocking her hips momentarily while they watched his tip slowly pressing in before she finally slid down on it.
“Oh god, that’s right baby, you’re so big,” she moaned, falling right back into her servile old self, hyping Abel up as she rode him, just like she had done so many times in the past. Selena slammed her pussy down onto his shaft and a loud slap echoed through the room. She anchored her hands on his chest and began to ride him, throwing her hips around as she took a moment to enjoy every inch of him. The fire was growing inside her, the effects of the drugs really starting to peak. “Come here,” the beauty moaned, leaning forward and grabbing Abel’s head, pulling it directly into her tits. Quickly, his lips made their way along the soft flesh and found her nipple, biting it just hard enough. “Fuck baby, just like that!” She moaned, staring directly into Carlo’s eyes. He ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair and pulled her head off, his hard cock slowly coming into view from behind it as he pushed her straight to Shin’s lap. Abel’s friend let her take a long look at it while she instinctively licked her lips, staring at his saliva coated shaft, she started to visibly roll her hips faster, watching closely as he slowly rubbed himself to the sight of her fucking the large cock in front of him. The brunette held her lover's head tightly between her ample breasts while his hands explored her body. They massaged her ass, grabbing and pawing at the fat of her cheeks. They fought each other in a dance for power, Selena trying to lead as she rode him and Abel trying to squeeze her ass, his finger moving closer and closer until the tip was pushing against her asshole. As his finger passed its second joint, the brunette threw him back down. It was at that point Shin finally decided to divert his focus from the two blondes working his cock in tandem to watch Selena as well.
“Oh...Ughh...Abel! You’re so dirty!”
Selena had managed to take control away from Abel and began to bounce on his cock wildly. The sensation of his finger in her ass felt amazing, but it was his cock that she needed more than anything. The latina got to her feet, squatting above him and leaned back, her hands behind her supporting herself. Her body was on full display for everyone there and Abel put his hands behind his head, enjoying the show in front of him. Selena threw her head back and began to ride him, slowly causing his wet shaft to disappear and then reveal itself as she worked him, rolling her hips from side to side just like she remembered he loved. As she brought her head forward she locked eyes on Shin, now watching her adamantly. Selena licked her lips, her eyes now jumping between the boy's eyes, Carlo’s cock, and the two heads bobbing up and down in Shin’s lap. ‘Move your heads’ she found herself thinking as she watched the blondes bobbing up and down in Shin’s lap.
Selena rode, moaning as her ass slapped against Abel’s body, all nine inches of his thick shaft disappearing inside of her. She watched as Rachel got off her knees and climbed on top of Carlo, leaving Shin with just Francesca sucking him off. They made eye contact again and the brunette could no longer contain herself, “move her head,” she mouthed to him as she continued riding. Shin grinned and grabbed the blonde, forcefully pulling her head off his cock and up to his face. Selena watched him whisper into the girl’s ear before she crawled beneath Carlo to play with his balls and Rachel’s ass. As she moved to the side, Selena finally got the view of Shin’s cock she was waiting for, long, thick and dripping with spit. She licked her lips again and brought her hand forward, rubbing her clit as she rode Abel harder and faster.
Her ex-boyfriend wasn’t blind to what was going on, noticing that Selena’s eyes were locked forward instead of on his. Leaning his head back, he watched his friend stroking his cock feverishly as the Texan continued to ride him. He could feel the latina’s cunt starting to get tighter on his dick and rocked forward, pulling the girl off of him without warning. In a swift change of position, he quickly had Selena on all fours, facing the couch with his friends on it. Bap, bap, bap the sound echoed as his hips crashed into her, but he wasn’t content just using her like that, and the star reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up until her back was against his chest.
Selena’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he worked her like this, tightly pulling her hair while he hammered himself into her, the fat of her ass jiggling with each successive drive. ”Yes, yesss, yesssssss!” she screamed, and Abel, feeling her pussy clench on him knew he’d driven the girl to an orgasm. Unfazed, he kept his hold on her hair for several more drives before finally relenting and releasing her. Selena fell forward, barely catching herself with her body still bouncing from the singer's thrusts and feeling her hair rubbing against something foreign. She opened her eyes and realized that it wasn't Abel playing with her hair, but Shin leaning back on his knees directly in front of her, his thighs so close that they were almost touching her and his slick, glistening cock, similar in length but less girthy than Abel’s, throbbing in her face.
The brunette took one look down the length of his shaft and, without thinking, grabbed a hold of his dick and began to stroke him, stopping only to take it into her mouth. “Oh fuck dude, this bitch’s mouth is fantasitc,” Shin said to his friend as she swallowed him eagerly, bouncing between the two boys.
The feelings running through Selena’s body were already euphoric being pinned between her ex-boyfriend, who she had never imagined she’d fuck again, and his slightly less endowed friend, who she had never imagined she’d fuck at all. But when Abel continued toying with her asshole, it was like a switch had been activated. Her body tightened up, forcing her to feel every ridge and vein on the thick black shaft stretching her out as she began to give Shin a vigorous, sloppy blow job, feeling every unique detail on her tongue.
Under normal circumstances, Selena would have resisted. Even when they were dating and she was as submissive as she could be, she wouldn’t have acted like this. But in this moment, the combination of years of abstinence, of years without a man’s touch, of years without having done any kind of drugs, had her sex drive out of control; she needed cock, and didn’t care who or where she was going to get it from.
SMACK! Abel’s hand crashed across the girl's peach shaped ass before he pulled out slowly, spreading her cheeks so that he could watch her lips quiver as his head fell out of her. The lack of cock inside her did nothing to hamper her activity, as now her attention was completely on Shin. The starlet finally released his cock from her lips, stroking it frantically as she looked up at him, her grip slipping as he backed up and sat back on the couch, curling a finger and shaking his cock at her.
Selena eagerly crawled over to him, licking her lips as Abel sat back in his stool, stroking himself to the view of the girl swinging her hips as she moved toward his friend, her gaping pussy on display for him. There were no words exchanged between the two, Shin tilted his shaft toward her and Selena simply opened her mouth, taking it into her mouth and wrapping her lips around, pushing her head down to the base as she landed between his legs. Slowly, she pulled her head up, dragging her tongue behind it, pleasuring Shin in the very same way she did with Abel, as if his cock was an extension of her ex-boyfriend’s. When she got to the top, Selena kissed the tip and began to tease him by licking the head, kissing it gently, sucking on it like a lollipop, even going so far as to pop the head in and stroke him, but she didn’t go back down. “C’mon, slut, stop fucking around and suck this dick,” Shin demanded as he pulled her hair into a pony tail, and wrapped it around his hand before he placed his hand on her back of head and tried to persuade her go lower. `Where does he get off on calling me a slut,' she thought, but hearing him insist began to push the objection from her mind and when he finally put his palm against the back of her head and pushed her lips all the way down to the base of his cock, her mind went blank. “That’s right, hold it, hold it there you sexy little cock sucker,” Shin moaned as he felt Selena starting to gag. With the hand removed from the back of her head, her head shot up, strands of spit hanging from her mouth as she gasped for air, but as if attracted by magnets, her hand was back on his pole. “Don’t stop sucking that dick, whore,” he muttered and she gave him what he wanted, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, the insults turning her on more and more.
‘This dick fills my mouth so damn good,’ she thought as she blew him, her right hand twisting, quickly following her mouth. As she sucked the two blondes combined flavors from his cock, she found herself trying to watch the girls tend to Carlo’s rod, quickly flashing in and out view, out of the corner of her eye. ‘I want that, no, I need that,’ her speed increased as she thought about it. Selena’s desire didn’t go unfulfilled for long.
She took her left hand and reached out, putting it on Carlo’s knee as she moved her right hand down and cupped Shin’s balls, attempting to deep throat him. Having realized that there was an extra hand on him, Carlo finally pulled the blondes tits from his face and looked around, quickly noticing that mess of brunette hair in Shin’s lap. “Girls, I think our guest of honor needs some attention,” he said, pushing both blondes off of himself and in Abel’s direction. As soon as he was free of the girls, he moved over; one leg kneeling on the couch, the other foot on the floor with his cock hanging above Selena’s face as she continued to swallow Shin. Carlo reached down and put his hand on the back of Selena’s head, holding her down on Shin’s cock until he heard her start to gag. Letting go, her head shot up as if it were on a spring. “Hey--OH,” she recoiled, strands of spit dangling from her chin as she stared at the cock aimed at her face. “Oh, boys...all of this cock for me?” she giggled, teasing each of them. The coke fueled brunette kneeled there between the two hard cocks, intoxicated with the feeling of having one each hand and stroked them simultaneously, ‘I deserve this,’ she thought and quickly took Carlo into her mouth, just like she had been wanting since she performed for him earlier. Focusing on him before she started to switch between them. Her hand would stay busy with the one out of her mouth, stroking, rolling her thumb over the head, teasing until she was ready to switch, sucking deep until she released the head with a loud POP and quickly jumping to the other. Neither responded and just moaned as she worked, the two finally having their dreams of fucking Abel’s famous (ex) girlfriend coming to fruition.
“Look at her, the slut can’t get enough. Ain’t that right, you cock slut?” Shin asked, reaching to fist bump Carlo. Selena dropped Carlo’s cock and brought her hands to Shin’s knees, giving him all of her attention. ‘Cock slut...that's all I am. I love it. I need it. I can’t get enough of it.' Slowly, she sucked him, pushing his legs apart inch by inch as she took him deeper. She brought her soft lips up, sucking him hard as she got to the top of his thick snake before one final POP echoed into the room. Seductively, Selena lifted her ass, her head still by his cock, before she slid up his body, dragging the tip of his cock between her hanging tits, down her chest, her down stomach, continuing until she crawled into his lap and it was laying against her dripping wet cunt, just as Abel’s had earlier. Her right hand moved up through her hair, squeezing it tight, her left pushing Shin’s thick dick against it as she rocked forward and hovered her lips just over Shin’s.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Not needing a second invitation, he put his hands on her hips and pushed her down, his pole effortlessly disappearing inside the girl. “Shit, that’s good,” he moaned as she bottomed out on him. The affirmation was all she needed to hear and Selena leaned forward, her head against Shin’s as she rode him roughly. She was no longer the tame, innocent woman who had entered the room before, nor was she was she the same sex crazed girl that Abel had dated all of those years ago, no, she was more; in this moment, she was addicted to cock, willing to be absolutely filthy for anyone who had shown up to fuck her. “Yes...that’s it, let me ride you, let me be real good for you,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her hips now slamming down against him hard with each repetition.
As she brought her head back, she was poked in the face by Carlo’s shaft. She opened her mouth, but was suddenly stopped. “Not yet, you’ll waste it,” he said, pulling back just enough so that she could see the line of white powder running down his cock. Selena grinned eagerly and grabbed it, holding it like she had been gifted a bar of gold, pausing to admire the sight. ‘Now this is perfect’ she thought, bringing it closer and running her nose down his length, inhaling every last bit, “ahhh!,” before popping it in her mouth and aggressively sucking on his shaft, once again hypnotized by the effect of being positioned between two hard poles.
“Yo, let me get a piece of this ass,” Carlo said to Shin, as he hopped off the couch and stood behind Selena, pushing his body against her, his slobbered on cock resting between her ass cheeks. ‘Yes, I want to know what it's like to be between you two,’ she thought as he pulled her tight, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her off of Shin, picking her up enough to pivot to the adjacent couch, falling backwards onto it, Selena’s back against Carlo’s chest.
His length was comparable to the other boys, nearly as long as Abel’s but the least thick of the bunch, allowing her hand fit more easily around its girth. When they landed, Selena felt his cock resting between her ass and the latina wiggled her hips, sliding it between her buns like a big hotdog. But soon that wasn’t enough, and she reached down between her legs, lifting herself just enough to pull Carlo’s cock forward, spitting down into her hand and stroking him quickly to lube his hard shaft with the liquid. Carlo reached forward as she did it, his hands cupping Selena’s impressive rack and squeezing them, making sure to give extra attention to her nipples. She loved the way he was touching her body and quickly straddled him, squatting on the couch so that his cock was pressed up to her used hole. She put her hand down on the underside of his cock and held it against her hot, wet cunt; her lips grinding the length of his shaft as it massaged her clit every time she rocked her body up and down, feeling his entire length. She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Are you gonna help me cum?”
Carlo was drunk on her body and her question threw his mind over the edge, struggling to vocalize a “yes.” But it didn’t matter, they both knew the answer and she had already angled her hips forward allowing his head to effortly push inside her. “Mhmmm, yes you are,” she moaned as she slowly rode his length down. She deliberately lifted herself up and down, but her hips were moving wildly side to side, rotating on him to simultaneously work every piece of that hard cock and hit every part of her gushing pussy. “Ride that cock good, you slut,” the man demanded, his words forcing Selena to readjust, moving from her position on top of the couch and now standing between his legs, all without his cock ever leaving its home. She anchored herself, placing her hands on her knees, and began to gyrate on him, her pussy now hugging his cock firmly.
Selena whipped her hair to the side, catching Abel from the corner of her eye. She turned her head to the left and made eye contact with him for the first time since she had partnered off with Shin, now sitting on the second of his friends' stiff pricks. Abel was sitting on the same stool that Selena had teased him on earlier, leaning back against the console while the two blondes battled in his lap, making out with each other as their hands worked his shaft. She continued riding Carlo, going through the motion as her and Abel’s eye’s stayed locked. ‘Yes, fuck them. Look at me, look at my body, look at what you've been missing!’
To a sober Selena, the feeling of performing for Abel, who wasn’t even her boyfriend anymore, would have been dirty and degrading, but in her current condition, it was turning her on like nothing else ever had. That latina began to work Carlo roughly, after months...years without the ‘real deal,’ the perfect storm of conditions had her riding her third cock of the day. Breaking out of her sex induced haze, she leaned back into Carlo, taking him all the way down and slowing to a grind, her legs quivering as she begged, “Play with my tits,” in her trademark seductive tone. Her lucky suitor grabbed her soft rack, cradling and massaging them as she worked him. “Yes...just like that, that’s good,” she moaned, pulling his lips to her neck. Carlo started to kiss her neck, her shoulder blade, it was now his calling to make her cum. His pawing increased, no longer softly playing with her tits, but squeezing them firmly, his pointer fingers on her nipples, rolling around the erect nubs.
Shin had gotten back up off the couch and approached the pair after having sat in the far corner, slowly stroking himself while watching the show. He stood in front of Selena and instinctively she grabbed his shaft, holding it carefully, trying not to spill any of the coke she assumed to be on it as she brought it to her face.
“What the fuck are you doing, bitch? Either suck my cock or let me fuck that mouth” the engineer said, grabbing the pop star by her hair and slapping his cock across her face, giving her the moment she needed to open her mouth and swallow him. “Yo Abel, you weren’t kidding, she’s so thirsty for it,” Shin said as Selena attacked his cock like a vacuum, but her time bouncing between his friends didn’t last long. “Oh...oh god,” she struggled to get out with her mouth, filled with the meaty shaft, “Fuck me! Make me cum! I need it!” Carlo’s hands left her tits and hit her hips, holding her down, her pussy throbbing and clenching around him while he did his best to drive his shaft into her as hard and fast as he could.
Shin looked down at the girl quivering in Carlo’s lap, and quickly locked his hands around her waist, “gimme,” he demanded, picking Selena up and throwing her awkwardly over the arm of the couch without letting either of the two answer. He stepped between her legs, throwing one over his shoulder and grabbed her by the hips. He brought himself close and thrust forward, his dick missing and sliding along her soaked clit. As he pulled back to try again, Selena had nothing to say about the two of them passing her around like a toy, she simply reached down and helped to guide him in.
His defined head split her lips and Shin slammed in. “Oh fuck!” The sex doll screamed, already on the edge of an orgasm. “Don’t stop, dont you dare fucking stop!” Selena screamed as he piledrove her cunt, her juices flowing down his balls and starting to spray with each loud smack of their bodies coming together. His eyes were fixed on her tits and while it wasn’t the first time he had ever seen them thanks to her and Abel’s prior antics, much like her ex, he was enamored with how large they were now. Releasing his grip from her hip, he brought the hand back...SMACK...and slapped her right breast solidly. “AHHH!” The brunette screamed, the pain quickly turning into an addition to the euphoric high she was already riding.
Selena could sense a change in Shin's demeanor as he continued to abuse her hole; his breathing was starting to become labored while he struggled to keep his thunderous pace. She grabbed her tits tightly, the fat spilling through fingers before she slid them down and cupped them. “Are you going to cum, baby?” She asked, using her sultry voice as a kind of aphrodisiac, “...I want you to cum all over my big titties.” Shin turned his dial to 11, gripping her tighter and thrusting into her more vigorously. “Look at her, begging for his cum like a whore,” Carlo said to Abel in the background, both of them watching the international role model being fucked like a porn star. “Dont stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop! I'm so close!” Selena screamed, getting off on Carlo’s comments as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.
Like a jackhammer trying to destroy the pavement beneath it, Shin’s body crashed into her violently, fighting through the spasms as his shaft turned white with her cream. But the onslaught of stimulation was too much for Shin and almost as if perfectly timed with Selena’s own orgasm, he yanked her off the arm of the couch and let her fall to her knees. Her hands never left her tits, which were now being presented as a perfect target for his load. “Cum on m…ahhhh” Was all she got out before she started giggling, giddy with excitement. Two pumps were all it took and rope after rope of his cum was painting her chest. After the fifth strand hit her, she watched Shin give himself 2 more unrewarding pumps before she attacked his still hard member, sucking it deeply to get the last bits of cum out.
“Holy shit,” he said panting, “that was incredible,” his spent cock pulling free from Selena’s mouth before he spun and fell back into the couch. Both him and Selena were left facing Abel, and she looked on at her ex, now leaning against the console while the two blondes sucked him off. Rachel took him in deep, then Francesca had her turn before they ran their lips down the sides together, attacking his long shaft as if their careers depended on it. “Oh my god, you’re throbbing,” Rachel moaned onto his head like it was a microphone, and in that moment, as their eyes were locked again, Selena knew that not only had Abel watched his friend bring her to a vicious orgasm and shoot his hot load all over her chest, but that he was getting off to it even as he was being serviced by those other girls.
The insatiable disney star watched for a moment, running two fingers across her chest and scooping come of Shin’s cum up. Her eyes stayed focused on Abel’s as she brought them into her mouth, sucking the thick, salty cream off her fingers before she finally directed her attention back to the other couch and crawled toward Carlo, fighting the aftershocks working through her body. There were still cocks in the room to be pleased...and she needed more. She grabbed his balls gently and pulled him into her mouth, lubing his cock with a combination of her spit and Shin’s lingering spunk. “Couldn’t wait to get it back in your whore mouth, could you?”, Carlo asked, marveling at the beauty sucking him deep with a large load of cum already smeared across her chest.
“You didn't...cum yet...did you?” Selena asked rhetorically, as she bobbed her head on his hard shaft, relishing her own taste that still coated it. “Mhmm, not even close,” he responded, pushing his hand on her head, helping to keep her mouth pinned down every time she got to the bottom. Pulling free, Selena looked back over her shoulder at Abel, who was biting his lip as he watched her.
The euphoric release of cumming hard coupled with the drugs, alcohol and Abel’s gaze, threw all sensibilities out the window, and the only thing that made sense to her was making Carlo blow his load. She spun around and assumed the position on the floor; face down, ass up. Carlo watched intently as she ran her hands gingerly around her round ass and spread herself for him, showing off her holes to him as if to present him his prize.
It had been forever since she had had her ass used, but Abel’s earlier prodding drove her need for it. She ran her middle finger around the hole and pushed in just the tip to show Carlo just what she wanted. “You’re a fucking dirty girl,” he said from his knees, lining his head up with her hole and popping just the head in, “offering your ass to me like a bitch in heat.” A low, lust filled growl emanated from deep within the beauty as he slowly began pushing himself deeper...deeper, until just like that, he had bottomed out inside her, his hips pushed tightly against her ass. “Fuck, yes give it to me, I've needed this. I've needed it more than anything!" the words flashing through her mind, leaving her unsure about if she had thought or said them, not that she cared, as Carlo started to pump her tight asshole.
Despite her being so tight, there was little resistance, the euphoric concoction working its magic on her body. Soon, Carlo was fucking her as steadily as if he were in her pussy. BAP BAP BAP, his hips smacked into her ass while he used her like one of the blondes. “Fuck, look at this whore, she’s taking my cock like its nothing, I can’t believe she wants us to think shes so innocent,” he said to Shin and Abel, both watching the girl being used eagerly. Selena was drunk with pleasure, relishing every comment they made that degraded her and reduced her character to that of a sex slave, “Yes! Use me! Fuck me! I’m a whore!” she cried out. Feeding on the demeaning comments, she reached between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhh…yessss” she moaned. Carlo felt himself finally approaching the edge and reached forward, grabbing her hair tightly and yanking it back, making Selena yelp as she looked up at Abel.
“You wanna cum again, slut?”
“Yessssss!”
“...and you want this ass fucked hard, don’t you?” CRACK...his hand came down thunderously across her bottom.
“Yesss,” she again let out in a loud drone.
“Say it!” he yelled at her, yanking her hair hard once again
“UGHHHH, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY ASS HARD!” she screamed, broken, a slave to her body’s desires.
Carlo rose to his feet without letting go of his grasp on her hair. Now squatting behind her, he began to thrust into her roughly. BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP, he fucked her furiously, his balls slapping against her pussy, occasionally grazing the fingers working her used cunt. His hand was on her hip, barely providing the stability he needed to keep her in place, when he felt her body start to convulse once more, and the realization quickly flashed through his mind; “I just made Selena Gomez cum from anal!” he yelled to his friends, laughing as her body quivered from the hard anal fucking she was receiving from him.
“OH GOD YESSSSSSSSS,” she let out loudly, a broken record of sorts.
It all pushed him over the edge. “FUCK!” he yelled, slamming himself deep inside her one last time. The brunette felt his cock pulsating and the warm sensation of his cum filling her asshole. “That’s right bitch, I bet you love getting your ass filled like this, don’t you?” he asked, collapsing backward without waiting for an answer as the used girl lay there, panting, trying to make sense of everything that just happened while the waves of two intense orgasms washed over her.
But they still weren’t done with her. Selena was suddenly lifted by her shoulders and roughly dropped on Carlo’s lap. “Suck his dick, bitch,” Shin commanded, as Carlo’s cum covered shaft rubbed on her cheek. Having barely recovered from her second orgasm, the songstress did as she was told, holding his cock tight and sucking the cream off of the still erect cock in front of her, moaning in the process as his bitter taste filled her mouth. “Fucking slut, look at her sucking his dick right out of her ass,” Shin said.
CRACK. She yelped as a hand came down on her ass, licking Carlo’s length as the fingers slid along her cheek and then stopped at her asshole, “Well if she likes sucking his cum off his cock some much...” Abel trailed off as his two fingers pushed in and began to prod at her, finger fucking her ass. “Mhmmmmm,” the girl moaned and rocked her hips as he explored her, pushing, rotating, before finally pulling out, “then she’d probably like to get a mouthful of it too.” Abel yanked her head back and presented his fingers to the girl. She should have been repulsed, disgusted that he had just scooped his friend’s cum from deep inside her asshole, but instead she found herself licking her lips, eager to taste his seed. She opened her mouth, letting Abel push the fingers in and feed her, “Mhmmmm mmmmmm mmm,” was all they heard. “Yeah, I think she likes it,” Carlo finally added.
“Come here,” Abel said, pulling the brunette to her feet, leading her down to the lower level. “Abel...ABEL,” Selena tried getting his attention, but was ignored until they stopped at the console.. “Abel, I needed t...ohhhh AHHHH,” she was cut off as he bent her over the controls, crying out as once again the drugs amplified the feeling of his fingers in her ass.
“Look at you, your legs are shaking. You’re dying to have this cock in your ass again aren’t you?”
“I...ahhhhhh...I need it”
“What was that?” he yanked her hair back again, increasing the pace of the fingers inside her.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck my ass so bad, ever since we broke up... I’ve needed it, I’ve dreamed of it...please Abel, please,” she pleaded.
“If you needed it so bad, why didn’t you have that punk ass bitch do it?“ Abel asked, his question pointed.
“I...we...tried,” Selena’s response interrupted by the feeling of fingers prodding her mouth while his thick shaft slid along her other lips. “He...ughh...he came whenever he put the head in,” she struggled to say, her body going crazy.
“What a bitch,” the stud laughed as he popped his head into her ass “and to think that you left me so you could get back together with that pussy ass, limp dick, white boy,” Abel added, pinning Selena’s rocking hips against the console.
“Please, Abel…”
“Beg for it, slut,” he pushed in ever so slightly more.
“Fuck me Abel, I need your cock.”
“You wanna get fucked like a whore…” he gave a quick half thrust before coming back to his resting, head in position, “beg like a whore.”
That quick jolt of his member in her ass unlocked a repressed, carnal desire.
“Abel, I need it, I need you to fuck my ass. Please, give it to me,” she pleaded again.
“Who owns this ass?” he jolted forward once more.
“It’s yours, this ass will always be yours and yours alone!” the need in her voice was palpable.
“You want this cock, admit that you’re nothing more than a whore,” Abel demanded calmly, pulling himself all the way out.
“Ughh, I’m a whore. I’m nothing more than your dirty cock loving whore!” she screamed, the fight between feeling degraded and trying to say what Abel needed to hear playing out inside her mind.
With a loud crash, Abel drove into Selena’s gaping asshole, hammering away without any doubt. “Oh my god! Oh my god, yes! Just like that!” she screamed as he worked her over the controls, her hands hitting switches and knobs randomly while trying to stabilize herself. Abel was a man possessed, gripping her body tight and slamming into her with reckless abandon. Selena became hypnotized, her body was starting to quiver again while Shin and Carlo rubbed their spent rods on the couches, catching shades of 2017 Abelena as they watched the couple fuck wildly and loudly, with no consideration of who else was around.
Abel was fucking her savagely, his mind numb to her cries, driven by resentment, spite and an animalistic lust. “Oh oh ahhhhhh! keep going! Fuck my ass, fuck my whore ass!” Selena yelled, finally broken to Abel’s will. The star put one hand on her shoulder and forced her upper body down onto the console, her tits being stabbed by all of the sliders and switches as her body violently shook against them. But Selena simply held on, taking pleasure in the pain, screaming and moaning uncontrollably for the massive cock stretching her tight hole. “AHHHHHHHH! GOD YES!” the latina screamed and suddenly, he felt the warm liquid spraying against his legs, the former teen queen once again having an earth shattering orgasm from anal sex.
Abel pulled Selena’s hair, yanking her head back, but instead of holding it, this time he pulled her forcefully, peeling her exhausted body off of the console and watching as she slid down and dropped painfully on the floor like a pile of bricks. She struggled to catch her breath, then the feeling of a hand in her hair pulled her up to her knees.
“Open that mouth up, you whore.”
Selena was stunned by everything that was going on, but obediently did as she was told. Abel held her head tight, stroking his cock furiously in her face.
“You come to the studio with this lingerie on, dressed like a hooker, and fuck me and my friends without any hesitation. You know what, Sel, you’re nothing more than a regular studio whore, you hear me!?” he said authoritatively. Shamelessly, she nodded her head as she watched his pace quickened, her eyes and mouth open wide, sticking her tongue out, waiting for his load. “You could charge double what those two blondes got paid,” Abel said as he approached the point of no return.
'Charge...double? What’s going…' was all she managed to think before a hot string of Abel’s creamy cum hit her straight in back of the throat, causing her to close her eyes and attempt to recoil, her head barely moving as his hand held it in place. Each blast of Abel’s cum hit her like a bullet to the heart, finally realizing that this wasn’t just him calling her names to turn her on, that they weren’t just having fun. This wasn’t just sex to him, no, this was something more, something hurtful and truly degrading.
“LOOK AT ME!” he yelled, his second rope hitting her face just as she tried to look up and obey his command, holding her head tightly in place so that she had no choice but to take his entire load on her face. “Make me look like a fucking idiot in front of the the world...” two more thick ropes shot between her lush lips and filled her mouth. “Leaving me to go back to your bitch ex-boyfriend, huh? Yeah who looks fucking stupid now,” he said as the final two thick strands hit her across the face, getting in her hair, leaving her coated as if she were getting a high end facial. Abel yanked her head firmly up, examining the defiled brunettes cum covered face, "Show your fans how much you appreciate them, blow them a kiss," he commanded. Abel turned Selena's head toward the boys on the couch and reluctantly, she puckered her lips and blew a kiss to the two degenerates. Satisfied, Abel released Selena’s head and let her fall roughly to her hands while she tried to catch her breath. “Slut,” he mumbled, walking away.
“What the fuck was all of this? Is this why you brought me here...to fuck you and your friends!?” She asked loudly, barely dressed and completely disheveled. Abel continued to ignore her, walking toward the bar, stopping only to pick up her discarded white lingerie off the floor, “all of my whores leave a souvenir for the boys when they’re done…”, he paused, bringing the body suit to his nose and inhaling the latina’s sweet scent from its still wet crotch. “Now typically, I let them do their thing, but for some prime pussy like yours, I feel obliged to help them out,” he said, pulling at the already torn mesh and tearing the ornate thong away from the rest of the outfit. Selena watched in shock as he took it and placed it alongside the other girls' g-strings, already hanging from the bar shelves like trophies. ‘Whore...prime pussy…I’m nothing more than an object to them,’ the sharp, cold words rattled down to her core. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” she demanded, disgusted with his actions. But Abel simply slammed back the bottle of Champagne and walked toward the girl, carrying what was left of the ruined lingerie in his hand as his masculine frame backed the furious brunette up toward the studio door. “...And all of my whores leave when they’re done,” he added, reaching past her to open the door, dismissing her as he pushed her out of the studio.
“Don’t forget your work clothes.” He shoved the ripped undergarments into her chest and slammed the door in her face.
Selena stood stunned as the tears began to swell up in her eyes, motionless for what felt like hours until the faint sounds of people entering another studio snapped her out of her daze. She walked briskly through the hallway, grasping the remains of her white underwear tight, “Sweetheart, the bathroom is down here!” Rachel yelled as Selena walked away from her, until she made her way to the lobby. “Ms. Gomez! Ms. Gomez!” the secretary yelled as Selena nearly sprinted through, hoping that no one would notice what was in her hands...or the cum still spewed across her face. She jumped into the waiting SUV, “Home!” she instructed the driver, covering her eyes as she started to cry.
“Yeah Priscilla, what's the worst that could happen?”
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Epilogue: May 2020 -
“Selena! You have mail!” Raquelle called from the kitchen.
“I’ll be right there!” The brunette replied, strolling into the kitchen in her sweaty workout clothes after having paused her Youtube exercise routine.
“Universal Music Group? What’s this?” She questioned as she ripped open the padded envelope and looked through the contents. Inside, she found a check, payable to “Ms. Selena Marie Gomez” with the memo “Snowchild”.
Selena stared at it, puzzled by its delivery. After everything that had happened with Abel, not only had they not spoken again, but when the song ‘Snowchild’ was finally released, Selena found that she had been completely cut out. The suggestions she had made, the lyrics she’d written, the verse she had sung. There was nothing left but those vague references to their time together.
She looked deeper in the envelope and pulled out two pieces of folded paper.
The first was the track and credit information for the ‘Snowchild’ track, listing ‘Selena Gomez’ as studio personnel.
The second was a handwritten note:
Selena,
You really were a snow child that day in the studio.
Thanks for coming down, Shin and Carlo really enjoyed you
Buy yourself some new work clothes with this.
- A
P.S. Don’t worry, all of the whore’s were compensated per industry standards.
“That asshole,” she said under her breath, pulling out a small, clear vial filled with white powder.
“What’s up, Sel?” the blonde called out.
“Nothing!” she said, quickly hiding the vial and throwing the papers in the trash. Selena rushed to her office, signing the check immediately over to her Rare Impact Fund, trying to find solace in the fact that she was donating the amount, albeit small, to her charity.
She signed the check and paused, staring at the vial, now resting in the hands of a small Minnie Mouse figurine on her desk, and scribbled in a comment: “No More Collaborations.”
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