Selena Gomez: Interview. Chapter 2.

 Selena Gomez: Interview.
Chapter 2.

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

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“Alright, alright, Theresa, I'm coming, jeez!” Selena shouted as she rushed to open the door for her ex-assistant and best friend.

“Tell me everything!” The buxom blonde squealed as she walked in. “You’re going to do the shoot with him, right? Isn’t he super hot?”

"Can you at least say ‘Hi’ before you start assaulting me with questions?"

"I'm just excited! Aren't you excited? I can already see the photos in my head. You being all bad and sexy and shit. Oh, this is gonna be so hot!" Theresa beamed as the two of them made their way to Selena's living room. Raquelle, another one of Selena's close friends, was already there and going through the photos. Selena knew she wouldn’t approve if she knew the whole story, so she had made sure to take out all the hardcore stuff before showing it to her, leaving in only the photos that were suitable for the public.

"Hey, Theresa."

“Oh... hi, Raquelle,” Theresa said without much emotion. “Are those the test shots? Show me, show me, show me!”

"Alright, take it easy," Selena chuckled. She sat on the couch with Raquelle to her right, and Theresa on her left, and leaned forward to start the slideshow on her mac.

"HO. LY. SHIT! These are so fucking hot, Selena!" Theresa immediately shouted, full of unbridled enthusiasm.

"You really think so?"

"Fuck yes! Oh my God, if you do a full shoot with him... It's gonna be SO EPIC!"

"I don't know, Sel," Raquelle interrupted, sucking the life out of the room, "Are you sure this is how you want to be seen?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Raquelle?" Theresa replied defiantly after seeing that familiar look of doubt and insecurity coming back to her best friend's face. "She looks sexy and confident, of course she should be seen this way!"

"Don't yell at me, Theresa, I just think she should consider her image. This makes her look... seedy. I don't think that her audience--"

"Her audience is grown men and women! She's not on the Disney Channel anymore, for fuck's sake!"

"But she's not a slut either! You always pressure her to take her clothes off, and it's not--"

"I don't pressure her to do shit! It's you that's always acting like a fucking buzzkill, pushing all that bible shit on her and making her feel guilty about everything. You're not her fucking mom, you know."

"OKAY, YOU TWO STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Selena yelled, almost tipping over the laptop as she got off the couch and stepped over Raquelle to face both of them. "You always do this when I show you something I want to do!"

"So you do want to do it!" Theresa smirked.

“It's just a figure of speech, Theresa!” Raquelle said, “Jesus, stop pressuring her.”

"I'm not pressuring her, I’m supporting her!"

"Ugh, I'm not doing this right now," the upset singer said before leaving them. She could still hear them bickering as she made her way upstairs.

About an hour later, after she had showered and wrapped her wet hair in a towel, she came back down to cook dinner for her friends, under the condition that the photoshoot would not be discussed any further that day. But even as she tried to relax and enjoy the process of making pasta, her mind would not let her think about anything else. Now that the adrenaline had gone away, she was full of doubt again. Doing an entire photoshoot with a porno director? What was she thinking? She had not said Yes or No yet, but the fact that she was even considering it... She sunk the spoon into the gravy bowl and suddenly, she flashed back to those final moments in the garage, hearing the click of the camera as his dirty cock rested on her face, the shivers going through her being every time he called her a dirty whore. ‘What the hell got into me?’ she thought, feeling ashamed for having allowed a man she had just met to demean her like that. And yet, when she closed her eyes, she could still feel Eli's sweat on her, and the cold metal on her skin, she could smell his hair, taste his…

"Hey, are you okay over there?" Raquelle asked, "The way you're holding that knife worries me."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I just spaced out for a second."

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On Sunday, Selena went to church with her grandparents. She was not feeling great after spending most of the night rolling around in bed, trying to get the whole Eli thing out of her head. Sunday mass with Papa and Nana was always an escape from everything else, but not today, because today's sermon was about Mary Magdalene and how she had gone from a prostitute to a decent woman, and the more the pastor talked about it, the more she felt like the exact opposite. ‘The innocent Disney kid, a role model for little girls everywhere, fucked like a cheap whore on top of some stranger's car in a dirty garage,’ she thought, guiltily watching her grandparents pray next to her. The pastor asked the congregation to kneel and pray, but all Selena could see when she closed her eyes were Eli's photos. The pure lust in her eyes, Eli's cum all over her face, his glossy cock dangling right next to it… The pastors words barely registered as she felt herself getting more wet by the second.


“THAT’S IT! CUM FOR ME, WHORE!”

Eli's words were so loud in her head, and as she rubbed her thighs together, going back to that moment when he made her cum harder than she had in years, the insult began to sound like a compliment. She felt a tap on her shoulder and opened her eyes to see that everyone was standing up now. Her Nana looked at her strangely as she rose to her feet. "Are you feeling okay, honey? You look flustered."

"Uh... no, yeah, I'm fine, Nana."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should get some fresh air."

"Yeah, I should probably do that."

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That night at home, Selena found herself staring at the photos again, her hand buried in her panties as she relived that moment with Eli over and over again. But it wasn’t enough this time, something inside her needed more. She googled Eli’s name, not sure exactly why, until she found a list of his porn productions. In a matter of seconds, she was on some tube website, listening to Eli talking to a young brunette from behind the camera. She was very pretty, he told her so, and Selena couldn’t help but imagine herself in the girl’s place, sitting on that couch as he directed her to take off her clothes and spread her holes for the camera. The girl did as told, using two fingers to spread her cunt nice and wide, and Selena found herself doing the same. She heard Eli praising the girl on the video, but in her mind he was praising her. “Now turn around and spread your asshole,” she heard Eli say, and as if he was talking to her, Selena turned and spread her ass cheeks wide open. She rested her head on the wall and closed her eyes, fantasizing about Eli’s camera getting a perfect shot of her anus in FULL HD. She pictured him salivating at the sight of it, but even that wasn’t enough, soon she was picturing a few more guys in the room with him, every single one staring at her ass and cunt, completely exposed.

This mental image sent her over the edge and she started rubbing her clit while turning back around to see the girl in the video getting on her knees to suck Eli’s dick. Her big brown eyes were not so different from Selena’s as she looked up at the camera with a mouth full of cock, and the pop star started rubbing herself faster, closing her eyes occasionally to picture the scene from the girl’s POV. Eli standing over her, his big juicy dick pointed at her face as it exploded and covered every inch of her skin with cum.

Selena came hard, biting a pillow to keep herself from waking everyone else in the house with her moans.

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The turmoil inside her was even worse on the next day. After another restless night, Selena had to drive downtown to do a photoshoot for a charity event she didn't even remember being on her schedule. The process was uneventful to say the least, just more of the same, basic things she'd been doing for years. Smile, look pretty, hand on the hip, flip of the hair, next outfit, do the same thing, go home. When the photographer sent her the pictures that night, she was bored to death by them. She looked cute, there was nothing wrong with them, but there was nothing interesting about them either. Just another forgettable photoshoot, another unremarkable moment in a career and a life that seemed more stale to her with each passing day.

The temptation to open the folder with the photos Eli had taken was irresistible. Her mind started racing with all the wild things he’d been talking about doing next time. Latex, suggestive poses, dominatrix clothes. So many possibilities. “You will shock everyone,” he had said, “The world will have to pay attention.” She looked at other photoshoot again. So mundane, so boring and safe. No one would pay attention to them. They would be published and forgotten the next day. She felt so insecure all of a sudden and, after a long time of staying away from social media, she relapsed and began reading comments about her new album, her last couple of music videos, anything she could find. In just a few minutes she was regretting that decision, the internet was full of people calling her boring, washed up, even some of the big fan accounts that had followed and supported her career from the beginning had stopped updating, a couple had even started to turn on her.

“She’s so boring now.”

“She’s like a grandma.”

“You can tell she’s phoning it in.”

“I miss the old Selena, the one who was daring and cool.”

“Take me back to 2016, this Selena is not worth stanning.”

Full of doubt and self-hatred, she called Theresa and told her exactly what had happened, down to the last detail.

“I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist that delicious cock of his!”

“Theresa!”

“Oh stop it, you can leave the shy facade for boring Raquelle, but I've been on tour with you, remember? I know what kind of girl you really are”

“That... was a long time ago, Theresa.”

“So what? I know that girl is still in there somewhere, even with all the Bible shit and the grandma dresses.”

“Hey! I get enough of that shit on the internet, okay?”

“Oh honey, don’t tell me you’ve been reading twitter comments again.”

Selena sighed. “I know I’m not supposed to but– I don’t know, I’ve been thinking a lot about how people see me, and everything I see online is people calling me boring, washed up.”

“You shouldn’t pay attention to that shit.”

“I know, I know! But the problem is that, I think they might be right. Even before I read those comments, I already felt like that. Boring, unexciting, stuck in a rut. It makes me want to do what Eli proposed.”

“You should!”

“But I need to be sure I’m doing it for the right reasons, like, a hundred percent sure. I don’t want to do it just because of outside pressure, that wouldn’t be healthy.”

Theresa sighed with frustration.

“What?”

“Selena, you love to make things complicated, don’t you? I’m not gonna beat around the bush, so here’s what I think. You have changed a lot in these last couple of years, and I do miss the old you sometimes. In all honesty, I miss the old you a lot. But if that’s what makes you happy, then you shouldn’t care what anyone else thinks. Read your Bible, dress like a grandma, whatever it is, you do you, as long as it makes you happy.”

There was silence on Selena’s end of the phone for a long time before Theresa heard her voice, shaky and meek, again, “...What if it doesn’t?”

“Then you need to stop listening to what Raquelle, and what people like her, tell you! Do the photoshoot with Eli, show the world you’re a sexy and powerful woman who owns her sexuality and is not afraid of what anyone thinks.”

“Yeah, maybe I should. But I keep thinking about my grandparents, my mom, what if it makes them uncomfortable to see me like that?”

“Honey, they will understand. Just like they understood when you were out there doing music videos in your underwear. Nana and Papa are way more understanding and hip than you give them credit for. Just talk to them about it, they’ll get it.”

“...Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I am. Now tell me, how many times did Eli make you cum?”

“Stop it, T!”

Theresa laughed out loud. “Alright, alright, I know you’ll end up telling me eventually.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“Whatever. Listen, I have to get to bed, I have a huge day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably do the same.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Theresa, can I ask you something before you go?”

“Alright, but make it quick.”

“Did Eli…”

“What?”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing.”

“Bitch, stop acting bashful and spit it out!”

“When Eli and you had sex…”

“We did more than have sex, girl, WE FUCKED. We fucked in every position, we fucked in every possible way that two humans can fuck each other. It was a hell of a week.”

“Okay, that’s… too much info. But what I wanted to know was… did he call you anything, like, during it?”

“Sel, you’re gonna have to be more specific. He called me a lot of things. Baby, dirty girl, sugar tits… uh, goddess of pleasure at one point I think.”

“But did he call you ‘whore’? Like, is that his thing or something?”

“Uh, no, he never called me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh shit, did he use that with you?”

Selena kept quiet.

“Wow, you must’ve done something right then. I mean, this guy was inside every hole in my body for like a week straight, and I never heard him say that to me.”

“Oh my God!”

“You brought it up.”

“Fine. Goodnight, T.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

CLICK

Selena sighed after putting her phone away. “THAT’S IT! CUM FOR ME, WHORE!” she could hear Eli shouting at her, the word exciting her in a way she couldn’t explain. How come he hadn’t called Theresa the same word? If anyone was a whore, it was her best friend, and yet, he had not used it on her. Why? Had he seen something in her? Was it just a spur of the moment thing, or did he really think of her like that?

Suddenly there she was again, scrolling through the photos in her phone, touching herself, looking up another one of Eli’s pornos. A Latina girl this time, with big tits and a fat ass, just like Selena’s body at the moment. It wasn’t Eli’s cock she was sucking, but another man’s, a giant monster of a cock that could barely fit in the girl’s mouth. Selena had never seen one like that in real life, and when the girl finally sat and took all of its extensive length inside, she found herself wondering if she’d be able to do the same. She was lost in the fantasy of that giant dick ravaging her as Eli recorded it all when she came even harder than the previous night. She felt immediately ashamed afterward and went to sleep.

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Finally, on Wednesday, she decided to talk to her grandparents. Nana and Papa had always been Selena’s moral compass, their opinion was the most important thing in the world. Still, she had to pull a few punches. She was honest, but didn’t go into it in full detail, only letting them know that the photographer was a porn producer who wanted to do something raunchy and shocking, and she even showed them a few photos that were safe enough for their eyes.

Unsurprisingly, Nana was against it. She said it was a bad a look for her, that she did not look like a proper lady. Papa said she should go for it, he told Nana that they were living in different times now, “This is what the kids do nowadays”. Nana was not convinced. “It makes her look like a–,” she said at one point, before stopping herself. ‘Like a whore’, Selena thought, a mix of shame and arousal stirring inside her.

In the end, nothing had changed, it was up to her and no one else to make the decision. Later that night, she was back in her room, googling Eli’s work. She watched a video of two girls sucking Eli’s dick, another one where a busty blonde gave him a titjob. But it wasn’t enough, she kept on clicking until she ended up on a gangbang video, featuring a very petite girl surrounded by naked men with their cocks out. The men groped her, kissed her, fingered her and ripped her clothes off. They called her a slut and a whore, and Selena began to imagine herself in the girl’s place, what it would be like to be completely at the mercy of all those men, Eli recording every second of it. There were so many men with their hands on that petite girl, it was almost impossible to count them. Eli’s camera barely showed their faces, all it cared about was their hard cocks surrounding the cute actress. Pretty soon they were fucking the girl ruthlessly, passing her around like a living and breathing sex toy. Selena watched it all without blinking, she could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as adrenaline and lust made her whole-body shudder. She rubbed herself raw and put two fingers inside her, but it wasn’t enough, she wanted to feel what that girl was feeling, to be in her place. When the men turned the girl around and started to fuck her in the ass, Selena started to tremble with excitement, her disbelief turned to awe as the slim actress on screen took in those big cocks with ease. The girl was so petite, yet her tight hole seemed to stretch in an almost superhuman way to eagerly accept the massive dicks. A mixture of envy and desire coiled in Selena’s gut, imagining herself in that position, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations and begging for more. Her hand unconsciously moved towards her own tight back entrance. She had always been hesitant to explore that part of her body, having only allowed tentative exploration from past partners, but a powerful curiosity and jealousy washed over her. How could someone so petite handle such big men without hesitation?

"Could I do that?" she asked herself. Her fingers had been teasing and massaging her throbbing pussy for what felt like an eternity, but now they moved with purpose towards her tight asshole. The slickness of her pussy juice coated her finger as she boldly pressed it against the rim, allowing herself to indulge in the forbidden pleasure that she had always resisted, despite the pleas and pressure from her previous boyfriends.

Her mind involuntarily flashed back to her teenage years and her time with Justin, and his constant pleading for her to give in and let him take her in that way. She remembered the only night they had attempted it, when Justin was drunk and barely able to control himself. Justin’s eagerness had been matched by Selena's hesitation as his fingers had traced down her plump ass before gently exploring her untouched entrance. A squeal had escaped from Selena's lips at the unfamiliar sensation, only spurring Justin on more. "Oh fuck, baby, you're so tight," she remembered Justin whispered hoarsely in her ear. But he had barely managed to get the tip inside before he’d grunted and filled the condom with his release. Selena could still remember feeling the warmness, even through the latex barrier, making her wonder how much more intense it would feel with nothing between them. They had broken up soon after that, and Selena had pushed the memory to the back of her mind, focusing on moving forward in her life and career.

The video on the screen continued playing, the sounds of moans and gasps echoing through her room as she watched, eyes wide and unblinking. The sight of the girl being used and shared like a sex doll was intoxicating. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be consumed by the sensation of her finger finally breaching her tight rim. A sharp gasp left her lips as she recalled how Justin's dick had felt entering her. Even though he had only managed to get the tip inside, the feeling of him stretching her open for the first time was unforgettable.

Selena bit her lip as she pushed the tip of one finger against her tight, puckered entrance, memories of Justin dissolving as she was caught up in the rising tide of forbidden pleasure. She imagined it wasn't her own finger but one of the men from the video, or perhaps even Eli himself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed harder, letting out a gasp as her finger breached her tight ring of muscle and slipped inside up to the first knuckle. Her body tensed momentarily at the odd sensation, but soon relaxed again as Selena's hand moved to stroke herself with more vigor, coaxing herself into accepting more.

But despite all this, the porn video never lost her attention. The petite actress was being filled from both ends by the surrounding men, their grunts and moans soundtracking Selena's solo exploration into unknown territory. The sight of it drove her wild, and she added a second finger, groaning loudly at the stretch but marveling at how quickly her body seemed to adapt. Suddenly, she was flooded with the memories of one particular time with her ex-boyfriend Abel, when he had licked her ass after they had made love one hot summer night, the sheets drenched in their sweat and sex. She remembered the slight hesitation she felt as he spread her plump cheeks wide open, and how it quickly evaporated when she felt the first tentative lick against her puckered hole. The memory sent a shudder through her body, as if she could still feel the echo of his tongue flicking against her sensitive hole. She had moaned in surprise and pleasure as his tongue darted in and out of her, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her legs, making her body push back against him, wanting more of what he was giving.

That night, Abel had been gentle yet insistent with her, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he spread her open for him. Selena squirmed at the memory, her fingers moving in sync with it. She could almost feel the slickness of Abel's tongue against her, making her gasp and whimper in pleasure. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, rocking back on her fingers and savoring the stretch. The memories of Abel continued to play in her mind as she penetrated deeper into herself. His hands on her hips, his lips pressing against her sweaty back as he murmured words of encouragement. He'd whispered about how tight she was, how good she felt around him. She gasped at the memory, riding waves of pleasure as she worked two fingers in and out of herself. The feeling of fullness was unfamiliar, but intoxicating. In her imagination, Abel was behind her again, and filling up her rectum was his fat cock instead of her fingers. The fear of that moment came back to her: fear that he might hurt her or that she simply wouldn't be able to take him inside herself that way. But then the memory of Abel's soothing whispers returned to calm those fears. Once Abel had eased himself into her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to him, he had made her feel so full, so fragile. It had not taken long before she was begging him for more, her hands clutching the sweaty sheets as she pushed back against his turgid dick. "Fuck, Abel," she recalled gasping out in a shuddering breath as that thick shaft invaded her virgin hole. It was so much bigger than his fingers or tongue could ever be, so stretching and filling that she found herself momentarily unable to breathe. “You’re so deep… inside of me,” she had whimpered, her ass clenching around him. The act was so intimate and primal that it had overwhelmed Selena, making her grip the bedding tighter as she pushed back against Abel's invasions. "Harder...harder," she remembered half-sobbing, half-gasping out to him. Abel complied, his movements becoming more forceful as he thrusted himself deeper into her.

The overpowering feeling of Abel inside of her was a memory that made Selena clench around her fingers, but then came another memory, one that made Selena's pleasure stutter and cool somewhat. She remembered Abel's face, flushed and sweaty with exertion, his eyes intense and piercing. "I'm going to cum," he'd gasped out, his hips thrusting harder and faster into her. The words had hit Selena like a freight train, and a sudden wave of shame had washed over her. A part of her, the part that was lost in the haze of pleasure and intoxication, wanted him to. She wanted to feel every inch of him, every pulse as it shot from his body into hers. But another part of her shrieked at the thought. It was too dirty, taking it too far. She had been raised to be a proper lady, a devout catholic, and a respected figure in the public eye. She wasn't... she couldn't be someone who'd allow something of that sort. She had already crossed a line with Abel, but the thought of his hot, sticky seed filling her ass... that was something only a whore would do, and she’d never be able to look at her mother in the eyes again.

"N-no! Pull out," she had blurted, her voice trembling with anxiety, her doe eyes wide and pleading.

Abel had frozen. He’d looked down at her uncertainly, panting hard like a wild beast hanging onto its last ounce of self-control, his cock throbbing inside of her. She could still see the confusion on his face even now as she replayed the scene in her mind, but to his credit, he had obeyed her wishes at the very last second, pulling his slick cock from her ass just as the warm, thick jets of his essence had begun to splash her skin. She remembered the strangled groan that left his lips, the way his eyes had clenched shut in pleasure as he fisted his cock and sprayed his cum all over the rounded globes of her ass cheeks, before trickling down between her thighs.

"Mm… shit, that was amazing," he'd murmured afterward, and she had just laid there, with her ass still throbbing from Abel's invasion and his cum cooling on her skin, staring wide-eyed at the headboard as thoughts of her Father and grandmother, devout Catholics who'd always upheld the scripture above all else, hammered into her mind. The thought of them ever finding out about what she'd done with Abel filled Selena with a cold dread. Selena was no stranger to sex, having not quite accepted that sex should be for procreation alone, but anal sex? She had been told all her life that it was an abhorrent act of perversion, only acceptable in the red-light districts or amongst loose women without morals or values. And yet, her body's reaction had been nothing short of alarming, giving her a feeling of ecstasy so profound that it had left her quivering under Abel's hands, a rapturous sensation that was entirely different from anything she had previously known. The fact that it was considered taboo, an act traditionally associated with filth and degradation, had only heightened the thrill of it.

So then what did that make her? Was she deep down like those women of ill-repute her grandmother had always warned her about? She could vividly remember the guilt that had clawed at her for days after the experience, feeling dirty and ashamed. The next time she had seen her Father, she’d been barely able to meet his eyes, and Selena had refused to have anal sex with every sexual partner she’d had since.

The urge, however, had never subsided. It was still there now, gnawing at her conscience as the screen in front of her showed multiple hard cocks thrusting into the skinny girl's asshole with reckless abandon. Selena removed her fingers from her ass slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from the girl’s expression of pure pleasure and pain, her mind struggling to reconcile her morals with the undeniable arousal coursing through her body even as she opened her drawer and pulled out a purple dildo. It was large and intimidating – an extravagant gift from a fling who had never gotten to use it on her.

The girl in the video was still moaning with two cocks in her ass. "If she can take two… I can probably take this," Selena thought with perverse fascination, fingers trembling slightly against the cool silicone. Its surface gleamed under light, accentuating its lifelike details - veins and wrinkles, right up to an impressively sculpted head. Selena stared at the massive dildo in her trembling right hand, feeling an odd mix of nervousness and perverse anticipation. Suddenly, she remembered the tube of lube that Theresa had given her as a gag gift on her last birthday. She'd kept it in the back of her drawer, never intending to use it, but unable to part with it for some inexplicable reason. Extracting the lube from its tube, she coated the dildo with a generous amount, watching as it glistened under the room’s light. The cool, slick fluid smeared onto the dildo easily. She watched as it dripped from the head and slithered down its length in rivulets, reminding Selena of the visual on the screen: the thick cum that clung to the cocks as they slid out from the girl’s stretched hole, leaving trails of glistening white against her flushed skin. Selena blinked, her heart pounding, her cheeks aflame. But still, she couldn't look away from the screen, nor the dildo in her hand, which now looked to her like one of the dicks from the screen, slick with cum after having rutted into the girl's abused hole.

She laid her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes tightly for a moment as she took a deep shuddering breath. She could see them — those proud phallic members plunging into the girl's deliciously sinful hole in an unending rhythm even when her eyes were closed. Their rough grunts echoed in her ears, mingling with her own shaky breaths as she began to rub the head of her toy against her asshole, feeling it press insistently against her tight ring. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she started to apply pressure, staring at the contrast between her skin and the artificial appendage in the mirror opposite her bed. The dildo looked terrifyingly large, far larger than Abel's had been when he'd taken her anal virginity. Squaring her shoulders and setting her resolve, Selena placed the tip of the dildo against her sphincter and began to push. A gasp left her lips as the head breached her entrance - a mixture of pain and pleasure that had her gritting her teeth against this new intrusion, but she didn’t stop, and a gasp slipped from between her lips as she pushed it harder against herself, feeling it start to breach that tight barrier. It was so much bigger than Abel had been, stretching her in ways she hadn't imagined possible. The pressure and the uncomfortable intrusion were enough to make her whimper, but she kept pushing, her hand shaky and unsure. "Ow..." it felt weird, uncomfortable, invasive.

"FUCK MY ASS, FUCK IT HARDER!" the young whore on screen demanded, and in response, the man pounded into her with a renewed ferocity, every thrust met with an obscene smack of flesh against flesh. Eyes glued to the screen, Selena watched the girl writhe in pleasure, and pushed on until her muscles gave in, and her rectum began to swallow the thick toy like it was made for it. "Ffff…fuck," she hissed out, writhing on the bed as she forced more of the gigantic phallus inside herself until she felt like she might split in two. "FUCK ME HARDER," she heard the actress scream again on the screen, spurred Selena o press onwards, burying more of the dildo inside herself with every push. Selena's hand twisted around the base, gradually easing it further into her tight hole and, as the discomfort began to subside, she started to thrust gently, using one hand to guide the fake cock while her other hand slid down between her legs. The sensation of the cool rubbery length stretching her open, filling her up, was both terrifying and intoxicating. Her breath hitched and caught in her throat as she slowly maneuvered more of the toy inside, "Ow… Fuck… Fuck…" she murmured under her breath. She wasn't aware that she'd begun to pant; long, heavy breaths drawn in through gritted teeth. Her skin was flushed; sweat glistened in beads on her brow and between her breasts.

She didn’t even need to keep looking at the porno anymore, the scene was already playing vividly in her head as she began pushing the toy in and out of her ass, imagining herself at the mercy of countless men ready to use her body for their pleasure. Selena turned on her side, and once she was face down ass up, she was finally able to look into the mirror properly. She caught sight of herself in this position, her dark hair was a wild halo around her face, sticking to the sweat on her forehead and temples, and her eyes widened at the sight of the thick dildo protruding from her ass, an act she'd only ever seen on screen now being performed by herself.

"Fuck," Selena whimpered, unashamedly watching herself writhe and squirm on the bed. There was no room for embarrassment or shyness anymore; only the fantasy remained. She was no longer thinking of herself as the Same Old Love singer, or the girl who everyone knew from the Disney Channel, the one in the mirror wasn’t even Selena Marie, Mandy and Ricardo’s daughter from Little Prairie, Texas, she was someone else entirely, a nobody, just another common slut, taking dicks on camera for money.

She bit her lower lip and pumped the dildo deeper within herself, each movement causing her asshole to shift and stretch around it, feeling every vein, every ridge of the dildo as it explored her depths.The coarse sounds from the laptop speakers fuelled a debauched fantasy where she was the center of attention, surrounded by powerful men taking turns to penetrate her, and her free hand found its way to her sex again, fingers sinking in between the slick folds, moaning and panting, her other hand dutifully pushing the massive toy inside her pulsing hole, pushing deeper each time, letting herself enjoy every inch and the newfound feeling of her ass stretching around it. She saw Eli’s face in her mind, calling her a good whore, and she pulled the toy out, pretending like there was another man fucking her each time she put it back in.

“Whore, fucking, whore, I’m a fucking whore,” she kept moaning, turning her head to see herself in the mirror. A Latina whore with her pussy stuffed and a fake cock in her ass, just like the one in the porno. Suddenly, the biggest orgasm she could remember struck her like thunder, coursing through her flesh. She let out a scream, then a guttural sound half-way between a grunt and a whimper followed before she buried her face in a pillow to muffle herself. Her body shook and rattled like there was an earthquake in her loins, and with one final push to the dildo, her body numbed and tingled all at once, and she squirted all over her hands and the sheets.

“Sely, honey, are you okay? I thought I heard screaming,” Nana said outside her door.

“Uh, uh… yeah, I was just, uh, I had a nightmare!” Selena replied, immediately closing her laptop to quiet the video. “But I’m okay, Nana, thank you,” Selena replied, panting.

She waited for a few seconds, until she was sure Nana had left, before slowly pulling the thick toy out of her ass, involuntarily shuddering as another delicious shiver rippled through her again.

“Fuck…” she puffed, lifting the dildo to her face, now covered with the creamy residue of her orgasm. Her hand was dripping wet, and so was her inner thigh and the sheet beneath her. Selena felt as though she was floating in a sea of ecstasy, with the scent of her sweat and sex filling the air. Selena was still panting as she studied the dildo, her senses seemed to be heightened, the scent of her arousal permeating her nostrils, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. "Filthy whore..." She mumbled to herself as she brought the dildo closer to her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, slightly wary of what she was about to do. But then she remembered the girl in the video and how she had taken it all in stride. It had been so... raw, so real. Unscripted and messy, just the way Selena liked it.

Selena swallowed hard, feeling an odd thrill at the thought of tasting herself, tasting the dildo that was just buried deep in her. She licked her lips and then tentatively stuck her tongue out, letting it glide over the surface of the toy, capturing the creamy residue on her tongue. A strange flavor, something she couldn’t quite identify, that made her cringe and grin at the same time.

“Dirty…” she said, licking up more of her own essence from it until she’d almost cleaned off half of it, “I’m a dirty whore.” She murmured and, closing her eyes, she imagined it to be one of those anonymous cocks before abruptly pushing it into her mouth. She fell back onto the bed, letting out a soft moan as she continued to taste herself on the toy, sucking on it like it was one of those men from the video, while her other hand reached down between her legs again. She began to play with herself anew, sliding two fingers between slick folds, rubbing circles around her clit before dipping them back into her pulsing core and continuing to work the toy within her mouth.

Just then, however, her phone buzzed on the bedside table. With some reluctance, she pulled the toy from her mouth and set it down, letting her fingers slip from between her thighs as she reached for the phone.

Eli's name lit up on the screen: “So? Are we gonna do this or not?”

The timing was too perfect, she knew that if she did not make up her mind now, the opportunity would pass her by. ‘I don’t want to be boring,’ she said to herself, ‘I want to take chances, live life to the fullest.’


“Let’s do it.”


“Really? You sure you’re up for this?”


“Oh, I’m up for it. I can handle anything you throw at me.”


Selena was smiling from ear to ear, she had not felt this alive in a long time.

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To Be Continued...