Selena Gomez: Studio Whore
‘Crowded Room’ Feat. 6lack
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.
By Marauder
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“Sel! Your phone!,” a voice shouted before a pattering of feet, both human and dog, came noisily into the room.
“Hi, John!” Selena answered.
“Selena, how are we doing today?,” the voice on the other line asked. It was John Janick, the CEO of Interscope Records.
“Everything's just peachy with me.”
“I’m always happy to hear that. I figured I’d do our monthly check in and see how you were making out with the album?,” he inquired, as much interested in his investment as he was in his now friend.
“Well, Julia and I have some hooks down for some new songs, we’re looking to get back in and record them soon.”
“That’s great to hear! And speaking of the album and collaborating, we had a meeting the other day, and we’d like to see if you’d be open to having a feature on your album?”
“I…I don’t know. This album has been my baby for so long, I’m not sure I’m willing to share it just yet.”
“Look, I know that feature with Abel didn’t work out, but that’s why we want it to be a feature on your album this time, so you have final say. We have this great new up-and-coming artist, we think his voice would gel incredibly with yours…plus it’d obviously give him a huge jump in exposure.”
“Alright, I’ll think about it, but I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet,” she said reluctantly before saying goodbye.
—-
Days later, Selena was hanging out with her former assistant turned friend Theresa Mingus, jotting notes in a song book as the two of them relaxed. “What are you working on?,” the blonde asked, ripping the book out of Selena’s hands as she walked around the table and jumped into a large plush couch. “Hey, give me that!”
The pair struggled playfully, Theresa reading fragments of verses on a page titled “Boyfriend” while holding the singer at bay with her legs.
‘I want a boyfriend
Tell me, are there any good ones left?
I want love again and again’
‘I want a boyfriend
I been up all night
Pretty restlessly
Think I might know why’
‘There's a difference between a want and a need
Some nights, I just want more than me
I know that there's a fine line between
It's not what I need
I want a boyfriend’
‘I want a boyfriend
I could phone a friend
Use a hotline or something
But that won't get the job done’
'Cause every time I try
Every time they lie’
“Jesus Sel, are you still going on about this boyfriend thing?,” she paused as her friend glared at her. “If you really wanted one, you’d have one.”
“I’ve told—“
“‘it’s too hard to date someone with all the media attention’, ‘it’s too hard to trust anyone’ blah blah blah. Enough of the excuses, girl, you wanna get laid. That’s it.”
The songstress propped herself back on the couch, her body language telling her friend what she already knew. After a long, drawn out moment of silence, Selena popped up and went back at her friend, “You make it seem so easy but I can’t just go out and fuck some random guy I met at a bar. It doesn’t work like that for me.”
“Even IF that were the truth, and it's not, you can still have any guy you want, any time you want. Just like your damn song says,” the blonde threw the book back at the singer playfully, “remember [Prince] Royce?” Selena glared at the blonde, who always knew the right ways to poke and prod her friend. “T, that was years ago.”
“Well, if you wanna fuck so bad, and you don’t want to deal with some random guy, why don’t you just do another collab? Those seem to work out pretty well for you…,” Theresa said with a few exaggerated winks.
“THERESA!,” an embarrassed Selena shouted.
—-
Theresa’s snarky comment continued to bother Selena over the next couple of days, not only because there was an obvious pattern that made it impossible to deny what she was implying, but also because it had put the idea in her head, and now it wouldn’t go away. She had been in the industry for long enough to know that word would definitely get around about what had happened with Abel’s crew, she had lost control and put herself in an extremely vulnerable position, and getting that kind of reputation would only bring trouble for her. But as she started to come around to the idea, she kept telling herself that this time would be different. She would not jump into anything until she was sure she was the one in control, and if it turned into something physical, she’d be more careful and discreet
“6lack? Selena…I don’t even know how to say this guy's name. Where did you even find we signed him?”
“John, just because you’re the boss doesn’t mean that you’re my only contact there,” Selena said playfully. “We crossed paths last time I was in the studio, and he was nice enough to invite me in to listen to one of his songs; I think we might vibe well together.”
“The label wants DaBaby though, I’m not sure—“
“John, you ARE the label, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Send me his contact details when you can, love youuuu.”
—-
“Um, 6lack?,” Selena said as she slowly opened the door to the studio. “Shit, am I supposed to call you that?”
“Hey, come in!,” the up-and-coming rapper said, “And please, just call me Ricky.”
The two sat down and started exchanging pleasantries. Selena, even with the attempted corruption from her best friend, was ever the professional. Having been on as a featured artist so many times, and having been thrown a verse to sing with only a few minutes of editing decided to move forward with her own path. “I know this is unconventional, but I didn’t bring anything prerecorded. I thought it would be fun if we tried coming up with something together.” Selena and 6lack spent that first day just chatting and getting to know each other’s musical styles. He was polite and charming. Their conversation was light, and fun filled the air as Selena grooved to 6lack’s recordings, laughing and smiling and dancing in her chair, but as much as the two of them got along, no substance came from the session in terms of a new song.
“Shit, I’m sorry Ricky, I’ve gotta go. I’ve got to do an interview in an hour for my makeup company.”
“What do you want to do about the song?”
“How often are you here? I work on my album a few times a week; what if we meet up for like an hour or so when you’re here and we try to write?”
“Deal.”
Over the course of the next month, Selena and 6lack would meet up for a few hours a week while they were working on their respective albums, splitting time between each other’s studios for an hour at a time, with Selena most often leaving her team to go to his. One day, as Selena came back into the studio, Theresa barely waited for the door to close before she popped the question. “Is he that good?” The brunette gave her friend a puzzled look as she started to resituate herself in the studio, tugging her sweatshirt back into position. “At fucking! You’ve been going there like every other day, Sel! Is he hung? Is he good? You haven’t told me anything!”
“Oh, I…uhh actually, I have no idea.”
“WHAT!? Selena, what the fuck are you doing? You were supposed to meet with him, get dicked down good and get out!,” The slutty blonde yelled into the abyss. Her friend just glared at her. “What!? The room is soundproof! HEY RICKY, COME BEND MY FRIEND OVER THE CONSOLE AND FUCK HER!” Selena was embarrassed by the way Theresa was acting, even if she knew that no one could hear her, but had learned over the years of their friendship that sometimes it was just easier to let the energetic blonde get it out of her system instead of trying to fight her. “He’s so sweet, but he’s always got his friends with him anyway, T. It’s just too crowded for anything to happen.”
“Well, how's the song at least?”
“Yeah, uhh, we really don’t have anything there either…”
“I quit! I can’t…,” Theresa said, storming out of the room.
—-
“Sorry for the confusion, I forgot that we were scheduled to move,” 6lack apologized to Selena as she walked into the studio wearing a long sleeve pink and white striped dress, the row of buttons that ran down the center fastened to her mid thigh. 6lack had started working at a different studio since the last time they had seen each other, coincidentally, the very same studio where Selena had met Abel and his crew for what she thought would be their “Snowchild” collaboration. This was her first time coming back and, despite trying hard to appear calm and composed, every wall and corner of that building kept reminding her of all the things she’d done that fateful day. But this time, the crew filling the room consisted of two engineers on the console, and three of 6lack’s Spillage Village collaborators working on lyrics, Olu, JID and Merba, all of whom she had met several times in the past,as well as his protégé, Rema, a young, shy Nigerian rapper learning the ropes from the more established Atlantan artist. . “That’s okay. I actually wasn’t working on anything today, I just needed to get out of the house,” she said before kissing 6lack on the cheek. Her curves were tantalizing against the tight fabric, and the way her body shifted beneath the fabric caught the attention of every guy in the room as she strolled to the open seat at the console.
“Hey, Rema!,” she greeted the inexperienced musician when 6lack disappeared back into the booth. Selena could happily take a pass on 6lack’s friends, prototypical players and know it alls from her read of them, but she had taken a liking to the young rapper. He seemed kind and unjaded by the success and perks that came with fame (or being attached to it). As usual, her and Rema started to chit chat while 6lack was in the booth, and she continued to teach him the ins and outs of studio recording. “Look at the way he’s slowly bringing the levels up… that’s so Ricky can get used to the changes, but still hear himself in the monitors. ”See that tool that does modulation? You can hear it right….HERE!”
Eventually, 6lack left the recording booth and Selena joined him over at the couch where his eyes immediately locked on the little bit of her visible cleavage as he slid in next to her. Without the pressure of having to get back to her own session, the day was a little more informal, 6lack jumping into the booth from time to time to record a verse, leaving Selena alone to try and work on their track. Though the singer was focused on her writing and watching 6lack work, she couldn’t help from unplugging her headphones and eavesdropping on the conversations in the room, especially once she noticed how his friends kept looking at her and covering their mouths.
“Yo, I’m telling you, no it’s cool, she has headphones on, just keep it down. Yo’, I’m tellin’ you, she loves getting fucked in studio.”
She was embarrassed, ashamed, even, but she ignored their gossip, it was the only thing she could do. Fortunately, the casual vibe of the day also afforded her the luxury of having a drink or two while she was hanging out, not nearly enough to be drunk, but just enough to take the edge off and lessen the sting of those comments. She attempted to work, content with being in Ricky’s bubble and ignoring the larger group around them. As Selena watched him slip back into the booth to lay down another verse, she zoned out, ‘Me and you, just us two’, she absentmindedly wrote as she watched the handsome rapper work. But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, the loud whispers going on behind her back kept grabbing her attention from time to time.
“Nah man, I’m telling you, my guys legit, yeah. I heard she fucked Gucci Mane and Marshmellow when they did songs with her,” JID kept going, completely unaware that she could hear every word.
“What’s this?,” 6lack said, as he slid down onto the couch they were sharing, surprising her. He read the line and inched closer to Selena as he read her line. There was a tension in the air, now more than ever. He took the pen from her hand, lingering for an extra second; ‘Started polite, started out on thin ice, 'Til you decided to break it’, he wrote. The brunette returned the favor, nudging closer to him to take the pen more easily. The rapper still made the last move, causally putting his arm around her as she finally took it back, ‘Won't you call me in the morning? I think that you should call me in the morning’. As she finished the line, she looked up into his eyes, the invitation didn’t need to be repeated a second time. 6lack quickly went in for the kill, kissing the star hard. Her inhibitions lowered from the handful of drinks she already had, Selena indulged him; the accumulated build up of several days of playful, flirtatious fun finally coming to a head. This was what she’d been longing for, someone she had a connection with to touch and hold her, to seemingly match her need and desire.
The Disney alum rolled to her side and, as her leg rose up to rest on top of the rapper's, the lowest button on her dress popped from the extra tension, snapping her out of the trance she was in. She gazed at Rema, who was doing his best to keep his focus on what the crew working the console was doing before, for a split second, she made eye contact with him. It was at that moment that she became aware of Ricky's collaborators, who were doing their best to still work on the miscellaneous songs they would present. Her actions only reinforced all the rumors they had been hearing about her. Though she thought it was cute that Rema was actually trying not to look, unlike the others who were just trying not to get caught, she had to speak up. “Ricky… we can’t do this, not here, not like this,” she said sliding back into her own seat, “…I’m sorry.”
“Yo, come check this line out, dude!,” Qlu called before he could say anything back. As Selena looked over, she realized that the ‘line’ in question wasn’t part of a song they were working on, but rather a pile of cocaine crudely diced up on the table.
“I’m going to get some air, I’ll be back,” the beauty said, snapping the dress back together and sliding out of the booth as 6lack watched his friend take a rip of the powdery drug. As Selena stepped out of the room, she heard the delinquent collaborator mock her, “She’s such a goodie goodie now, bro. I don’t know why you’re wasting time with her.” Annoyed, she rushed down the hallway and out of the building.
Selena took a few moments to process what had just gone down inside. The way they were all looking at her, talking about her and mocking her felt like a slap in the face; she suddenly realized that everyone was seeing her the same way Abel did now. She felt ashamed and embarrassed, but at the same time, there was something undeniably exciting about it. She was so used to being seen as the sweet, innocent girl in public that being thought of as a “slut”, something she tended to save for her lovers, by the eyes of others made her uncomfortable; and yet also somewhat intrigued. Her natural instinct was to deny those claims, but given her recent track record, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were closer to the truth than she wanted to admit. Selena thought of Ricky's arms wrapped around her. He'd been nothing but a gentleman to her, but maybe he had been playing her all along, waiting for the second she let her guard down to use her, just like Abel and his crew had done. Or maybe he was really just a nice guy, and she was letting her insecurities blow the whole thing out of proportions.
After a few minutes outside the pressure chamber of the studio, Selena headed back in with all these conflicting emotions swirling around her head, but as she approached the corner of the hallway, the hushed voices intrigued and slowed her down.
JID: “Bro, this bitch was wild,” Jid said, “I’m telling you she got down like that. She’s fucked all those motherfuckers on her albums. It's like, her kink or some shit. I even heard she fucked The Weeknd in this studio.”
“Yeah, no shit. They were dating,” Merba retorted.
Selena inched closer to the corner and listened intently.
“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean. That was years ago, I’m talking recently,” the original speaker stopped, “...like he fucked her here a few months back.”
“I mean, it’s her ex, that shit happens sometimes.”
“Nah dude, that's not all, tell him the kicker,” a new voice chimed in.
Selena was not surprised that word had gotten around, but she was still annoyed that these guys she barely knew were discussing her private life so openly. She thought about saying something, or maybe just walking past them in silence, but her buzz got the best of her and, more than anything, she became too curious as to how the truth had been blurred to stop eavesdropping.
“Dude, shut up, I told you not to tell anyone and you’ve told the whole room.”
“What? You gotta spill now,” Merba demanded
“Shit. Alright, I heard he paid her to fuck his buddies,” JID revealed.
“No way.”
“Dude, I told you, she’s crazy like that,” Qlu exclaimed, “...She fucked his whole crew right here in this building and got paid for it too.”
“His whole crew?”
“Yeah, like 2 or 3 guys, plus Abel. They all got a piece. She was high as shit and they fucked her in every hole.”
“Tell him how you know,” Qlu prompted Jid.
“Man, you’re the worst. Yeah, I was fucking this chick, this real clout chasing studio whore who regularly fucks one of Abel’s boys, and she said she was here when the whole thing happened.”
“Nah, man, that bitch is making that shit up,” Merba said, seemingly defending her.
“She may be a hoe, but she ain’t no liar, bro. Abel’s homies haven’t exactly been quiet about it either, they’ve been telling people Abel got an ex to fuck his homies, and then he sent her a check for it.”
Selena was stunned by them knowing about the money. No one knew about that check except for her and her ex-boyfriend, which meant that it had been Abel himself who had talked about it. She was ashamed, angry, and even though she didn’t want to admit it, also ever so slightly turned on.
“Wait, he sent her a check? For fucking those dudes?”
“Yeah, motherfucker, and get this… She fucking cashed it too!,” Qlu added
“No way, man, she doesn’t need the money, come on.”
“I know, man, that’s what’s so crazy about it, she not only fucks like a whore, she acts like one too!”
“Why is she being so lame then? You saw her just now acting all proper and shit.”
“Shit, I don’t know. I guess she’s just a prude now..”
“You mean we’re stuck with the boring version of this bitch?”
“Should’ve join Abel’s crew instead,” Jid said, and all three of them started to laugh.
Selena stood there aghast. Furious that those ‘stupid sluts’ had had the audacity to run their mouths when they were just as guilty as she was. So what if she had indulged in a little bit of snowy courage, or let go of her inhibitions in the heat of the moment, or allowed herself to be used as a toy by her ex-boyfriend and his two friends like a stupid, horny slut? Yes, she was guilty, but the rush of being passed back and forth, of putting on a show for the others in the room who were waiting for their turn with her, treating her like just another common whore there to service their filthiest needs, had been truly electrifying, a multi-orgasmic, once-in-a-lifetime experience. Selena bit her lip thinking about it. ‘No! Stop it!’ the fading angel yelled at the devil in her head.
Selena was a professional, and she knew how to put on a smile, regardless of how rattled she was. The singer took a few steps back, regained her composure, and took a blind step forward, catching up to the crew just as they were entering the room.
As if she hadn’t heard a word, the latina entered behind them, full of feigned confidence and anger. “Hey boys!,” she said defiantly as she walked up to table 6lack’s three startled collaborators stopped at, surprised to find Rema with them. “You know it’s rude not to share,” the feisty texan said, grabbing the rolled up hundred and tapping it on the table next to the lines of electric white powder. “Yeah, go ahead,” Qlu said.
She knew it was dumb to take a hit of the drug just to prove a point, but her desire to prove them wrong got the better of her. ‘Fuck you,’ she thought, getting the last word as she turned around and took notice that the paper they were working on had more written on it…
Closed off, tryna get a little open
The more that I give, the more that I get
So baby, I'ma call you in the AM
You're down for my love, honey, say when
I'll be waitin' on my time 'cause I'm patient
The line's message hit her hard. It was the exact response she needed to the thinly veiled message she’d penned earlier. The beauty sat there as 6lack recorded in the booth. She could feel herself getting warmer, her heart beat starting to race. “What do you think?” the rapper said when he finally returned to the couch. His words were electric, but when he touched her, it was like lightning shot through her body. ‘Fuck it,’ her inner devil said, and Selena pushed the rapper back into the couch and mounted him, the lower buttons of her dress popping quickly as she sat in his lap and kissed him hard.
The move took 6lack by surprise, but the rapper kissed her back, letting his hands begin to explore her body as his crew settled back into the room. His right hand ran up and down her covered leg, his left sliding down from the small of her back to her plump ass before giving a hard squeeze. She grinded deep in response and her eyes popped open while her lips stayed connected to his. At that moment, she surveyed the room and was surprised to find that she and 6lack were being largely ignored by everyone, including Rema. Even his low life friends who had been gossiping in the hallway seemed to be diligently working, generally ignoring the one friend who was elbowing the others and trying to confirm the veracity of what they had just been talking about.
“Yo’, you seeing this?”
“Shit, maybe it’s our lucky day.”
She closed her eyes and continued to indulge, disregarding the audience's commentary, but the drugs in her system made her remember how much she enjoyed being watched. Why should she deny herself the pleasure if Ricky’s friends already thought they knew everything about her? They had probably told him everything already after the first day she was in the studio. Their tongues intertwined, wrestling in each other’s mouths as Selena began to feel more comfortable with the others around them. The game continued, their hands now flagrantly exploring each other's body, getting more and more brazen, focused only on each other as they played a sexual game of ‘call and response’. When Selena’s hand moved down his chest, 6lack took his hand to her hip and slowly dipped it below the slit in her dress. Selena kissed him harder, the finger inside tracing the line of her white thong until it made it back to where it had originally sat. 6lack squeezed her soft, plump ass, eliciting a soft moan. The beautiful girl kissed him harder, inviting the rapper to go further. His free hand slid from her hip, up her stomach before finally stopping on her braless, voluptuous breast, cupping it before giving it a nice firm squeeze. Her moans, though still quiet, grew louder as he rolled her thumb over her erect nipple.
The noise coming from the couch finally drew some glances from more of 6lack’s crew, though they ultimately continued what they were doing. The engineers on the console stopped pretending not to notice and began looking over more and more over their shoulders as the pair on the couch had their way with each other. With the dress now open to her waist, 6lack had no problem reaching in and grabbing the latina’s appetizing butt with both hands, squeezing and gripping, much to the pleasure of an enthralled Rema, whose eyes were glued to the sexy brunette’s ass cheeks as they were massaged and played with under what was left of the dress.
‘Theresa was right’, was the thought that kept coming back to Selena. This was exactly what she wanted. She didn’t need a boyfriend, she just needed the excitement, someone to share that passion with and, with or without an audience, she was going to get her wish. It only took a little assistance from 6lack, but quickly Selena was rocking her hips and grinding against the unignorable bulge in his pants. While the horny latina fussed with his shirt and belt, his hands pawed under her dress, no longer concerned with being subtle. Their tongues viciously crashed together as Selena tore the belt and zipper open, leaning forward to get her hand down his pants and caress his shaft as best she could in the awkward position. As her hand grabbed it for the first time, she was pleasantly surprised by the massive girth of it, and she gasped softly as her little fingers struggled to wrap around it. 6lack simply reached up to kiss her hard again as he lifted his hips, allowing her to work his pants & boxers down past his ass, the black snake popping free and slapping up against her sheathed pussy as he did so. “You good with this?l,” he asked softly.
Selena sat in his lap stroking his cock, the sides of her dress spread wide enough to cover her thighs, but it remained buttoned just above her waist, just enough for the rapper to glare in her dress and marvel at the latina in his lap, her white thong in stark contrast with his thick dark rod. “Are you sure you want to ask that right now?,” she said, a devilish glint in her eye. 6lack bit his tongue and leaned back, happy to let the stunning Latina have her way with him.
From Selena’s angle, it was impossible not to notice that now everyone kept looking over and surreptitiously watching as she and Ricky hooked up. Those who were still working, did it haphazardly, and the whispers coming from Ricky’s friends were becoming louder and louder. But at that point, Selena couldn’t have cared less for what those in the audience thought. They already had their minds made up on the type of girl she was. ‘I’ll show them,' she thought.
With a twist of her wrist, she went from gripping his shaft to pressing on the underside, sandwiching it between her tender, leaking pussy and her soft, delicate hand. 6lack pulled his hands back, releasing the fat of her ass and squeezing her hips, just firm enough to hold on, but not enough to stop Selena from being in control of the pace. The latina ground her hips against the shaft, her speed remaining constant as the thick cock rubbed against the increasingly more damp fabric; the longer she rode, the more she lost her inhibitions, the wetter and more brazen she got, until his head was sliding over her sensitive clit, sending a pulse of pure pleasure through her each and every time. Finally, the carefree brunette broke their kiss, biting his lower lip as she pulled away. “Fuck me,” she mouthed. The rapper raised an eyebrow and smirked, silently asking if she was sure, while beginning to motion without truly giving her a second chance. With her free hand cupping his neck, Selena pulled back and sat straight up, flipping her long brown hair assertively to her left side, and staring into his eyes, yearning. ‘Do it,’ her eyes screamed, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. He pulled her towards him, his shaft still grinding between her hand and lips until the head found her opening and pressed against the thin, delicate thong, barely stopping it from pushing in. Instinctively, Selena simply hooked her finger under the side and pulled the damp fabric out of the way, easily letting the black rod finally impale as she slowly slid down it. The Mexican-American beauty let out a soft moan as she stretched around his size. “Oh, Ricky,” she said softly in his ear while she got used to his size. After one more kiss, she was rocking in his lap with the same ease as before.
The dress was still buttoned from her midsection to her waist, not letting on to the fact she was in fact fucking the rapper now, but neither her face nor the voices she made showed any effort to hide what was happening. For the moment, the men at the console kept on with the mixing, headphones locked to their ears, but 6lack’s friends proved to be less virtuous, now blatantly watching the horny pair like it was an artistic performance. As much as Selena’s focus was on the large black cock that she was grinding away on, she couldn’t help but notice the youngest one in the room, Rema, trying his best to stay focused with the production team… though even he was finding it very difficult not to stare, quickly looking away each time they made eye contact. She did her best to keep her glances in their direction limited and subdued, but a wide smile spread across her face as she saw the noticeable bulges in their pants, awakening in her the thrill of knowing she was making every man in that room hard, something she hadn't experienced since the last time she had “performed” in that studio.
6lack on the other hand, was becoming impatient with simply letting the brunette grind her velvet lips on his shaft, and began to buck, sending a piercing ‘smack’ through the air every time his big cock slammed into her. “Ricky,” Selena giggled as he kept trying to push her up to the balls of her feet and unbutton more of the dress. But throughout all of this, her attention was still split between him, the boy trying not to get caught, and the men shamelessly watching, their whispering slowly turning into audacious chatter now that she had seemingly confirmed everything they had heard about her.
“Look at her go, dude.”
“I told you! She’s a total whore!”
The word rushed through her, along with the flashbacks of Abel and his friends calling her that as they passed her around that studio. She had fed into her desires, let all of her inhibitions go, and it had been the best sex she had ever had. ‘Fuck it,’ the once timid girl reiterated to herself, ripping open the front of her dress for 6lack and everyone else. “Damn, girrlll!” the rapper moaned, watching how her voluptuous tits, now free of their soft prison, bounced along with every thrust.. “Oh fuck,” JID let slip from over in the corner, while Qlu and Merba elbowed each other enthusiastically, staring unapologetically and the life changing sight. “I told you.” Emboldened by the reaction, Selena looked over at the three of them and grabbed her chest, squeezing the pair of fat tits as she stared directly at them and bit her lip, indulging in the performance.
“Yo’ this is wild, look at them things!”
“The slut is loving this fucking shit, man!”
Leaving one hand on her hip as she rocked, 6lack reached up and slid under her hand to squeeze her breast and toy with the tender nipple. “Ohhhhhhh, oh god, that’s it,” she said, the striped dress-turned-robe barely clinging onto her shoulders as she let go of all shame and began to fully commit to the performance. The half naked Latina brought her hand to her mouth and licked from the base of her palm to her fingertips before beginning to rub her clit with the wet digits. “Mhmmm…,” she moaned while 6lack ran his hand over her stomach, taking a moment to admire the full spectacle of the busty brunette goddess riding him before he grabbed her hips and bucked up into her, sending the dress off her shoulders and down around her elbows.
Even from the engineer’s side of the studio there could be no more doubt anymore, everyone in that room could see her tits bouncing with every thrust, and the more she gave in, the better the sex was becoming. Looking over at 6lack’s friends, the Texan beauty fully embraced her no-longer secret exhibitionist kink and finally stood up, smiling as 6lack’s thick, wet black snake was freed from the velvet grip of her treasured pussy and slapped back against his stomach. “Goddamn!,” She heard somebody say as her dress fell to the floor and, now completely naked for all the room to see, she simply winked at 6lack’s friends before turning to blow Rema a kiss. “Damn, girl” The rapper groaned, stroking himself as the world-famous popstar spun around and slowly peeled her wet panties down, giving him an unobstructed view of the same plump ass he had been playing with the whole time.
Still bent over, Selena looked around the room and saw that all eyes were finally on her. Emboldened and turned on by her captive audience, the latina gave her ass a little shake as her panties hit her ankles, inciting the rapper’s crew to openly cheer her on.
“Yeah, shake that thang!”
"Oh, she bad!”
"Hot damn, girl!"
She then giggled, “Ohhhh, Ricky,” as 6lack grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back down to his lap. “You’re so fucking fine,” he told her as he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples for everyone to see. Her hips were rolling in circles, grinding the wet shaft pinned between her ass cheeks until she couldn’t take it anymore, raised herself up and angled her hips down. The head pushed against her entrance as she dropped herself down, sending a shiver as it slid across her clit. “Mhmmm,” she moaned once again, basking in everyone’s attention, gripping the shaft and exploring his entire length with her fingers for a few moments before sliding it back. “Goddamn, you seeing this shit, Rema? I told you, I fucking told all of you!,” she heard Jid saying as 6lack kissed her neck and grabbed her by the hips, lifting them up before slamming them down to meet his. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” she moaned as he gave her ass a slap. “Hold on right here,” he directed. “Yeah, boy, you tell that bitch what’s up!” Merba cheered on from the other side of the room. Selena happily doing as she was told, whining and struggling to keep herself in place as pure ecstasy rippled through her body.
“Mooor…”
“What’s that?”
“More,” she struggled to get out.
“More what?”
“More of that. Keeping fucking me hard like that,” she moaned.
Qlu slapped his knee excitedly. “Ya hear that?”
“Disney whore wants it hard,” laughed Jid.
6lack lifted her up, placing her feet on the edge of the couch so that she was crouching over his dick, and adjusted himself so that he could relentlessly pound away. Selena’s mind went numb, her tits bouncing wildly as he used her like a toy, sawing away at her swollen pussy with fast, hard, meaningful thrusts. Her eyes closed with the wave of pleasure crashing over her body and suddenly the rest of the crowded room was gone. The engineers, his perving friends, his innocent apprentice, all gone; it was simply Selena and 6lack, fucking like they were the last two people on Earth.
“Don’t stopppp!,” she screamed as her legs started to quiver, “Don’t you dare– Oh my Goddd!,” the brunette cried when 6lack stood up, his hands cupped below each of her knees, maneuvering her how he saw fit as he flipped her around, his cock staying within the grasp of her lips as he dropped her across the couch.
Selena’s head landed on the cushioned arm and she laid there on her back, her legs wrapped over his hips, her body free for him to mold like a doll. He lifted one leg and placed it over his shoulder before he thrust into her hard with a loud SLAP. One hand on her hip, the other on her thigh, he pulled her deeper, tighter into his body. 6lack began to thrust with reckless abandon, he too seemed to have completely forgotten about everyone else around them. There was nothing left to misconstrue, just pure, unadulterated fucking. “OH GOD YES!” Selena screamed, staring up at him as she grabbed her tits tightly, partially to stop her massive rack from flying around, but also as part of the show for the rapper, who moaned and pushed deeper every time the horny brunette pinched her nipples and bit her lip.
“Fuck, fuck fuck…,” he started grunting, the thrusts maintaining their pace but getting increasingly more powerful. “Give it to me, Ricky, give it to me!,” the singer begged, giving him the most seductive look she could muster as she approached her own orgasm. 6lack’s cock grew wetter and wetter as Selena began to moan and shake, cumming with each successive thrust until he also couldn’t take it anymore. “Yesss, yesss, cum for me, Ricky,” Selena begged just as the rapper dropped her hips to the cushion and pulled outto stroke his big, black snake.
Selena was barely leaning up on her elbows, still squeezing her tits into the perfect target as the first rope of cum erupted from his cock, blasting right across her massive, sweaty tits and filling the mountainous crevice between her. The following shots were just as voluminous. Heavy, thick ropes of hot cum blasted onto her chest, leaving her body an absolute cum covered mess. When he was finished, 6lack stood above her, watching as the latina stared at his glistening snake, still salivating at the sight of it as she rubbed the pond of semen out from the reservoir between her tits and all over her body. “God, Ricky. That was…thank you. I needed that.”
“God damn, Sel,” he said, collapsing back into the seat. “Fuck.”
Selena fell back with her head hanging off the couch, allowing JID and Qlu to finally get a look at all of the jizz that their friend shot over her body. Suddenly the room, and all the people in it, were back in the picture, and she noticed that 6lack’s friends' dicks were out beneath the table. Still riding her high, Selena smiled at them as she scooped the hot cum from her covered tits and fed it to herself, making sure they could hear her moan while swallowing every drop, like it was the tastiest thing she’d ever tried.
“Mhmm mmm,” 6lack exclaimed as he relaxed at the opposite end of the couch, his cock, now starting to grow soft, still remained impressive while he sipped on a drink. Selena had finished cleaning the jizz off her body and sat up to look around the room. The engineers, with their headphones back on, had returned to working the board, but 6lack’s boys were still staring at her intensely with their dicks in their hands, except for Rema who had not moved the entire time. Realizing they were expecting to have a go at her, the freshly fucked beauty cupped her breast with one arm, trying to feign some level of decency while putting her dress back on, and wore it like a robe while she looked for her discarded panties.
As she looked around the room, JID, Qlu and Merba finally understood they would not be getting a chance to fuck her, and made their way to the door, struggling to hide their erections as they left to finish jerking off somewhere else. Only young REMA remained, the poor boy was frozen in a state of shock with a huge wet spot at the tip of the still evident bulge in his pants.
The latina once again made eye contact with the young man, who sheepishly pointed her to the white panties just under the back of one of the engineer's chairs. The brunette walked over, her dress still shamelessly unbuttoned, and picked the undergarment up. Pausing for what seemed like an eternity, she finally tossed them on the table in front of Rema, “Now where did my panties go?,” she asked, giving him a wink.
Selena then walked back over to 6lack, who was still sitting in the nude. She finished buttoning her dress most of the way back up, leaving a large window for her still sweating cleavage to peek through. She looked at him, then back to the paper on the table that had been pushed out of the way. The songstress picked up the pen, jotted a few notes and then gave 6lack a deep kiss, grabbing his cock as she did so, “That’s the hook, call me later,” she said as she headed to the door, stopping to blow a kiss at Rema before she left.
6lack looked at the paper.
“Baby it’s just me and you,
just us two,
even in this crowded room,
it's just me and you.
—-
Selena walked into her house, head still in the clouds, legs wobbling from the experience, and quickly took a look around, hoping to sneak past her friends that had been staying over. She was barely in the door when Theresa ambushed her.
“Well!”
“T, be quiet…”
“You did it. You fucked him, I can tell.”
“Would you—-“
Theresa grabbed Selena’s dress and ripped the top open, the thin film of dried semen on her skin causing her tits to gleam as they flopped over the few buttons that still remained together.
“Is this cum? I knew it!”
“SHUT UP!” the mortified singer said, covering herself as she pulled her best friend into the bathroom. “C’mon, I promise I’ll tell you if you keep quiet.”
—-
The sweaty latina sighed with exhaustion as she slid down into the bath, her former assistant sitting on the edge of the tub. “I’m telling you the truth, I only did it with Ricky…”
“...and?...”
“No one else, T! I told you, I’m not like that anymore.”
“But I thought you two fucked in the studio, where was everyone else then?”
“Well, his friends, uh…watched,” Selena admitted with a bashful expression.
“You whore!,” Theresa said, splashing her, “Did you get high too?”
“No, that’s another thing I don’t do anymore. You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well, high or not, I’d have fucked them all.”
“I know you would have,” Selena rolled her eyes, with a sweet smile, mocking her friend.
“So is that just something you do for Abel?,” Theresa asked sarcastically.
“That was a one time thing! I’m not even sure why I did it. Besides, I don’t know, they weren’t really my type. Well…except for his protégé, he was cute.”
“What protégé?”
“This young kid he’s been taking under his wing, I think his name is Rema.”
“Uh oh, sounds to me like Selena Gomez is thinking of doing another ‘collaboration’”, Theresa laughed, making big air quotes right in her friend’s face. “I hope you’re planning on leaving a big tip for that studio’s cleaning staff next time!”
“Shut up! That was the last time I do anything like this. I really don’t want that kind of reputation. I’m done.”
“Yeah, yeah…that’s what you said that last time, you studio whore!”
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