Selena Gomez: Interview. Chapter 3.

  Selena Gomez: Interview.

Chapter 3.

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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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On the day of the photoshoot, Selena nervously greeted Eli with an awkward kiss on the cheek. She had chosen to go alone; having Raquelle or anyone else on her staff there would only make things harder. 

“I’m happy you decided to go for it,” he said, chill as ever.

“Yeah, I am too,” she said, shyly.

“This is gonna be amazing. It’s gonna shock the fuck out of people. By the time I’m done with you, the public is never going to see you the same way again.”

“Heh, yeah, that’s, uh, why I’m here,” she replied uncertainly.

“So you already know the place,” Eli said as the pair walked around the garage where they had fucked a week before. The car was still parked in the same spot, and the memory of Eli fucking her on the hood rattled her momentarily. “Your team is waiting to do your hair and makeup and after that we can talk about what outfits you want to try, and I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

“The uh, guys?”

“Yeah, you said you wanted the full experience, right? So I brought a couple of pros with me to get you going.”

“Get me going?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, we’ll all go easy on you. Trust me, this is gonna be a fucking blast.”

A little later, in the makeup chair, Selena had started to have second thoughts. ‘What the hell did I get myself into?’ Nerves were getting to her, she felt completely out of her depth. As much as she wanted to show the world that she still had “it”, to shut up her detractors, to prove to everyone that Justin getting married wasn’t going to bring her down, that she wasn’t washed up and boring, the uncertainty of what lay ahead was getting to be too much for her. She barely paid any attention to what the hairdresser said to her, focused instead on trying to come up with a plausible excuse to postpone the photoshoot somehow. But deep down she knew that no matter how good the lie, Eli would not buy it. He would know that she was afraid, he would see right through her. ‘So who cares if he knows I’m a coward?’ she chastised herself, ‘He’s not my boyfriend, I barely know the guy. Caring so much about what other people think is exactly the problem that got me here’.

As the hair and makeup team continued to work on her, Selena continued battling with herself. Going back and forth between deciding to leave and forcing herself to stay. Wondering what Raquelle's reaction to the photos would be, what her mother would say, and what her grandparents would think. ‘But I don’t even know what the photos will look like! Maybe they won’t be so bad. I’ve done racy stuff before.’

This went on for about an hour while the people around her braided her hair, a decision Eli had made without consulting her, which only added to her feelings of uncertainty. After resisting the temptation for as long as she could, the anxiety finally got to her, and she ended up reading comments about herself on Twitter and Instagram. It was the same as before. People saying she was boring, stale, in decline. All the reasons why she had promised herself to stay away from social media were there, hitting her in the face at once.

She kept scrolling and found herself watching old videos of her on tour that fans were using as examples of her decline. In them, she was shaking her hips, showing off her body, owning the stage. What had happened to that girl? The confidence, the raw, uncontainable aura of sex she could generate with something as simple as a wink and a smile.

“Okay, done. What do you think?”

Selena finally looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was parted down the middle and tightly pulled into 4 long braids that gave her a strange look she couldn’t quite define. It seemed innocent and perverted at the same time, and that ambiguity made her uneasy. But time was ticking, and the woman in charge of wardrobe was already calling her. 

She walked into the wardrobe room feeling immense pressure. The sheer amount of sexy clothes laid out on a long table in front of her was intimidating. Thigh-high boots, tiny shorts, lace bras, fishnet stockings…it was almost too much, she wondered if she could pull it off. 

Then, she saw it, tucked away in the corner. A pair of baggy Balenciaga moto pants and a white tank top. It wasn’t an outfit that Selena would normally love, but today it held a different appeal: safety. She chose the ensemble without a second thought.

“Mrs. Gomez? It’s time.” Eli’s assistant peeked from behind the door. 

“I’ll be right there.” 

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Selena took a deep breath and walked through the hallway and towards the garage, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. As she opened the door, the smell of greasy car parts reached her nose, reminding her that this was not just any photoshoot. The garage was a hive of activity, the sound of tools clanking against metal echoing through the walls.

The giant space seemed smaller now that there were people there, and she could feel all eyes on her as she walked past the classic cars where her private photoshoot with Eli had taken place. She fought the urge to turn and run as she made her way closer to where Eli was, she could hear music playing on the radio in the background, old Mexican classics that her Father’s side of the family used to play at parties all the time when she was a kid. Most of the men working on cars and bikes ignored her completely, but a few of them stopped and turned towards her, grinning from ear to ear. Selena smiled back nervously and took a seat on a nearby stool, watching the crew members running around and adjusting lights while mechanics tinkered with cars in the back for a couple of seconds before Eli finally noticed her presence.

“I see you went with the baggy pants to start,” he said, sounding slightly disappointed.

The former Disney star spoke in a timid voice, almost like she was asking for forgiveness."Yeah, I think I'm just a little self-conscious about this, to be honest. I didn't know there would be actual mechanics working here."

“That’s why I chose this place for you,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “We’re going for something raw and real here. No fake sets or green screen shit, just you and your raw sexuality. We’re gonna show everyone what you can really do.”

“Right, what I can really do,” Selena repeated, breathing out a slow sigh. 

Eli laughed, “I know you’re still nervous about this, and I get it. This is a big step. But come on Selena, you’re a strong woman, a fucking superstar, but you can’t rest on your laurels. You need to keep surprising people if you want to stay relevant, and I can promise you this is going to be something they won't forget any time soon."

Their eyes met, and Selena felt a sudden new wave of courage wash over her. "Alright," Selena said with determination, the corners of her mouth tugging into a tiny smirk. "Let's do this."

Eli invited her to sit on the hood of one of the cars. She did as instructed, feeling awkward and out of place in that strong masculine environment. After the hair and make-up team made a few adjustments to make sure she was camera-ready, Eli stepped up and started giving directions.

“Okay now Selena, I want you to just relax and take it slow. Keep your eyes soft but smoldering. Selena obliged and stared deep into the lens, her dark eyes shimmering with intensity. 

"Yeah, that's it," he murmured as he snapped a few pictures of Selena. “Give me all the sex you can generate with something as simple as a wink and a smile."

At first, he had Selena just sit there with a sultry look on her face. But as the minutes passed, Eli started to up the ante, asking her to touch herself in ways she hadn’t before. She was flustered and embarrassed and yet, somehow found it in her to continue despite these feelings. 

He asked her to play with her hair, arch her back seductively and tilt her head at different angles. She was really trying to get into it, trying to look edgy and confident even though she was shaking inside.

Eli moved around her as he took pictures, continuously offering words of encouragement mixed with playful banter, but as the minutes ticked away, he had a more daring suggestion.

“Okay now, Selena, why don't you take off your tank-top for me?” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

Selena felt her heart race and her stomach dropped. She glanced around nervously, not knowing what to say. She wanted to do it, she wanted to prove to herself that she had the confidence to take such a risk, but at the same time, she was painfully aware of the fact that there were so many other people in the room.

“Selena? You still with me?”

“Yeah, I, uh…”

She began to question why she was even there, if this was what she really wanted or if she had been manipulated into doing something that seemed far beyond her comfort zone.

Taking a deep breath, Selena slowly grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it slightly, giving the camera a peek of under boob. She kept her eyes trained on Eli as he snapped away, never letting her gaze wander as she continued to pull the fabric up until the pink shade of her areolas started to become visible. “You are amazing, Selena,” Eli said softly, and he smiled back at him before continuing to pose seductively for the camera, feeling more confident by the second.

With Eli's encouragement, she kept going, the fabric now brushing against her nipples as she lifted it up further, making them harden under the slight friction.  She felt an electrifying sensation move through her body, a rush of adrenaline as she exposed her full breasts to the camera and to everyone in the room. Just when she thought she could muster the courage to look around, one of the mechanics piped up, “Nice tits!”

“Looking good enough to eat!” Another one shouted from the back.

The rowdy men were standing next to a Mustang at the back of the shop, and she knew they wouldn’t be able to see any details from that angle, but their comments made Selena blush anyway. “I think they like you,” Eli said, before motioning for her to continue with a sexier pose. Despite the embarrassment, Selena closed her eyes and held her bare tits pushed together, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as the men behind her continued to shout things for what felt like an eternity.

“Shake it for the camera, baby!”

“Want me to give you a hand?”

Then, out of nowhere, the radio station changed and one of Selena's songs started playing. “Good for You” echoing through the entire garage. Selena burned red with embarrassment. She quickly grabbed for her top and pulled it back down.

“What’s wrong?” Eli asked.

“I just, I don’t know if I can do this with everyone watching. I’ve never done anything like this.”

He smiled reassuringly. “Hey, that’s exactly why I wanted them here. I want you to see how regular men will react to these photos, and I want you to understand that YOU have the power here, not them.”

“I don’t feel very powerful right now.” 

“Really? You could’ve fooled me.”

“I think I need a minute, just to get my head straight.”

Eli did not look happy. He put the camera down and sighed, and Selena felt like she had just flunked a test in school. “Selena, if you quit now… I really think you will always regret it. Why don’t we try the next outfit? Maybe that’ll help get you more into character.”

“Uh, okay, yeah. I’ll just go back to the trailer and–”

“No time for that, why don’t you change over there?” He said, gesturing to the tiny service bathroom in the corner, but it sounded more like an order than a suggestion.

“Th-there?” Selena asked nervously.

Eli stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders, his gaze filled with a gentle strength that made Selena feel butterflies in her stomach. He leaned in close and whispered, “You are so strong and so beautiful, you don’t need to be afraid of anything. Come on, I believe in you".

She nodded, but Eli could tell she was still not up for it. He reached behind his back and handed her a small flask. “A little liquid courage?” He asked with a smirk, handing it to her. 

“I don’t know, I’m not supposed to drink, and I don’t like doing it while I’m working.”

“You’re not working,” Eli said decidedly, “You’re expressing yourself! You’re showing everyone, including yourself, what you’re capable of. It takes guts to do that kind of thing.”

Selena looked at the flask in her hands while she pondered what Eli said. She unscrewed the top and took a big swig that burned its way down her throat. Eli nodded his head in approval as she coughed. “Good. Now show us what you’ve got!”

The Texan singer walked in there with disgust, feeling a little bit dizzy and wiping away the tears in her eyes from coughing so hard. There was nothing but a toilet, a sink and greasy walls. It smelled like piss and there were old, faded pictures of naked women all over the walls. “Could you hold the door for me?” Eli nodded, keeping the door closed for her while he talked to someone on the phone.

Selena began to take her clothes off. She was so nervous and jittery that she struggled to unzip her pants. Her hands were trembling as she awkwardly pulled them off one leg at a time, before slipping out of her top. Then she stood in front of the dirty mirror in nothing but her underwear, still trying to figure out how to quit without disappointing Eli and herself in the process.

She was wearing a black bra that felt a size too small for her breasts, and a tiny black thong that completely disappeared between her ass cheeks. She was ready to put her normal clothes on and run away, but then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and instantly felt differently. Her skin glowed a beautiful golden-brown color and felt soft and smooth to the touch, and she couldn't help but admire how curvy and shapely she had become in the last few months. She pushed her breasts up towards the ceiling. They were particularly round and full that morning, as was usually the case when she was close to getting her period. She touched her nipples through her bra, swollen and tender, just grazing them was enough to send a shiver through her entire being. 

“I have the power, not them,” she said in the mirror, but it wasn’t very convincing.

She had carried the next outfit into the bathroom with her. A leather jumpsuit, so skintight that she struggled to squeeze herself inside. It took several minutes of vigorous wiggling and jumping in place to get the thing over her waist, and her tits were so big that she had to lose the bra to get the zipper even halfway up her chest. It was very uncomfortable, the thing seemed to fight her body at every movement, but then she saw it in the mirror. The thing was constricting, almost fetishistic, and the black leather was shiny, molding itself seductively to her body. It accentuated her small waist and the curve of her hips, hugged her tits and ass like a lover. Now that the braids and the sexy jumper were working together, she could see the full effect of Eli’s vision. 

“Holy shit,” she said to herself. She was transformed, almost unrecognizable. The bodysuit and braids had turned her into something devious and beautiful, a femme fatale with breathtaking curves and the face of a young girl. A deadly mix of seduction, depravity and, somehow,  innocence. A doll that was just as likely to hug someone than to fuck or murder them. 

The contrast was startling, and Selena was scared but also aroused. Her body was trembling with anticipation, as if she were in the middle of a grown-up game of dress-up. She kept staring at the perverted little girl in the mirror, being reminded of those cute girls dressed like schoolgirls or girl scouts in Eli’s pornos, feeling like she was looking at a different person, a doppelgänger ready to do all the things her counterpart was so afraid of.

It was exactly what she needed.

Once she was ready, she turned and saw that there was a crack in the door. Eli had gotten distracted and let go, and through the opening she could see two of the younger mechanics peeping on her before realizing they’d been caught and turning away. 

Selena couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. She was embarrassed, sure, but at the same time she felt a rush of confidence that made her practically glow from the inside out. Eli had been right—she could do this, she was ready.  Who would have thought that a timid girl from Disney could turn into a leather-clad vixen?

Without another thought, she swung open the door, walking into the garage with an air of pure confidence that seemed to turn heads as she strutted past them like a runway model, knowing that each and every person in the room was looking at her with awe.

She looked at Eli and smiled, feeling almost invincible in her outfit. “I’m ready,” she said. Her voice was strong and clear, no traces of the fear or insecurity that had been there a few minutes before. Eli couldn’t help but grin. “That you are,” he said, his eyes glittering with lust as he gestured for her to move to the spot he had set up for her. 

Selena followed him, her hips swaying in a slow, sexy rhythm that had the rapt attention of every man in the room. As she took her spot and Eli began to direct, a strong sense of satisfaction and pride took over her. She stared down the camera lens, allowing herself to project all of her newfound confidence into that single moment. Running her fingers up her body, just as Eli instructed, she caressed her hips and lifted her arms above her head to flaunt the curves of her voluptuous form. Her nipples were hard now, pushing through the leather of the jumpsuit in a way that could not be ignored, and she felt like every eye in the room was locked on her. 

“Now pull that zipper down,” Eli commanded. “All the way down.”

Wanting to show off what Eli had seen in her all along, that she was powerful, irresistibly sexy, and she didn’t need to be hide it or be ashamed of it, Selena smiled for the camera and pulled the metal zipper all the way down, her hands moving slowly and seductively over her body as she opened up the front of her jumpsuit, exposing more and more skin. The anticipation in the room was palpable, all work had stopped to watch the leather-clad vixen as she finally revealed her big juicy tits, and when the zipper had reached its end, no one could take their eyes away. 

The whole room seemed to gasp at the same time, then cheers and whistles erupted from the men in the room as she proudly cupped both of her hands around each breast, lifting them higher so everyone could get a better view. “Fuck yes, Selena, keep going,” Eli beamed from behind his camera lens and snapped away. 

A deep blush spread over Selena’s cheeks as she carried out this little act—she was still a little embarrassed, but also strangely empowered and, as she looked around at all their faces, watching them watching her with a mixture of shock and admiration, she felt her confidence growing, and a wave of arousal washing over her. She could feel it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and all she wanted was more—more eyes on her, more slack-jawed strangers salivating over every inch of her body.

She stood there, owning her newfound power, letting every ounce of it wash over her as she swayed her hips to the music. Her fat tits jiggled slightly with each movement, further enticing the surrounding men. The camera flashes were blinding but she didn't flinch, only smiled wider as she posed for each one. "Now turn around and show me that ass," Eli commanded, his voice husky and full of desire.

Selena turned slowly, feeling the leather rub against her skin with every inch of movement. She let out a small moan as the fabric brushed against her pussy, sending shivers down her spine. When she finally faced the camera again, she bent over slightly at the waist and thrust out her ass as Eli shot it from a low angle. The garage smelled like oil and sweat mixed with testosterone and desire as she moved, feeling eyes on every inch of her body.

"That's it," Eli said approvingly. "Now you’re acting like a real whore."

Selena bit back a giggle as she let her tits bounce slightly, bending over again at the waist, giving the mechanics a great view of her plump ass. The material of her leather bodysuit clung to every inch of it, outlining the curves and folds she'd never shown off before. Eli was right—she was acting like a real whore, and she loved it. The power she felt was intoxicating, the men were intoxicating—their lust and desire for her almost palpable. 

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel their gazes on her, like hands reaching for her skin. Her nipples hardened even more at the attention, aching to be touched. She felt hot and dirty and sexy all at once, moving slowly in her plastic heels that clicked on the concrete floor. The zipper was still hanging open, daring them to touch her. Her breaths were shallow as she strutted back and forth, feeling the rubber of her tiny thong between her cheeks, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the most thrilling way possible. Eli clicked away on his camera, capturing every angle of her body as he directed her movements. Selena obeyed without hesitation this time, feeling an unexpected strength within herself. The reaction she got from lifting her round, luscious breasts was mesmerizing, the men's eyes glued to her firm nipples like magnets. She could hear the low moans and groans from the men watching her, as if they couldn't contain themselves. She reveled in the power she held over these strangers, confidently showcasing her body like a prize. Selena's fat breasts jiggled and bounced with every movement, her pendulous flesh swaying from side to side in an almost hypnotic rhythm, causing a symphony of audible gasps and groans from the lustful mechanics surrounding her. Her nipples were rock-hard nubs, standing straight up from her chest, begging for attention as she played with them for the camera.

Focused on keeping her balance in the high heels, Selena swayed and twirled around, the men watching her with lust-filled eyes. They murmured and leered as she played with her breasts, cupping them together softly before pulling at her nipples roughly.

‘They dared to call me boring’ Selena thought, ‘If only they could see me now’.

She looked up, meeting the admiring eyes of her audience as she played with one of her tender tits, tugging her nipple up, pulling the firm nub out from her chest before releasing it and causing her fat tit to jiggle as it resumed its natural teardrop shape.

"LOOK AT THOSE HUGE FUCKING TITS!"

"YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"I WANNA TASTE THAT!"

“Okay now, you two join her.” With a flick of his wrist, Eli summoned two of his men from the shadows of the corner. Selena had barely noticed them until now, but they both commanded attention as they approached her. Their bodies were chiseled like Greek gods, clad in tight black tank tops and jeans that molded to their every muscle. As they drew closer, Selena couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos adorning one of their arms, a white man in his early 30s with a trucker hat and a manicured beard that could have been plucked from a heavy-duty truck commercial. Despite the initial hesitation she felt at his imposing presence, Selena held her head high and met his gaze with a smoldering look. He stood behind her, his hand sinking into the fabric of her jumpsuit and sending an electric jolt down her spine as his fingers grazed her hip bone. It was as if he had claimed her without ever uttering a word.

“Oh, I, uh…”

Before she had time to react, the other one, a tall black guy with big muscles and eyes and a silver piercing on his bottom lip, came from the side, pulled her close and reached for her exposed breasts without hesitation.

Selena bit her lip. She was scared, there had been no discussion, not even a passing mention of Eli involving anyone else in the shoot, but all of a sudden, here were two guys that she had never seen before touching her body. She locked eyes with Eli, seeking reassurance amidst her inner turmoil. "I didn't agree to this," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Eli's gaze hardened, his tone firm yet encouraging. "Trust me, Selena. Just keep going. This is your chance to show them what you're truly capable of.”

She felt the urge to resist and push their hands away, but giving in to fear and giving up now would not only disappoint Eli, but it would also validate her critics. This was also a battle within herself; she was done being ashamed and afraid. There was no option to turn back now.

With a newfound determination, she met the intense gaze of the man behind her and spoke with a mix of defiance and desire. "If we're going to do this... Let's make it good," Selena breathed out softly, biting her lip nervously as she intertwined her fingers with his and guided his hand down between her thighs. Her fingers curled around his, guiding him lightly as he slid his hand under her jumpsuit and into her folds. She gasped softly as she felt his rough fingers work their way inside her, circling her clit before dipping inside to find her entrance.

The black man next to her began to knead her plump ass cheeks, his other hand pinched one of her nipples, eliciting a squeal from Selena that turned into a moan as he twirled it between his fingers. Selena writhed to their touch, arching her back to give both of them better access to explore every inch of her quivering body.

Selena felt a shiver run down her spine as the two men began to explore her body, their hands roaming over every inch of her skin like starving predators. The heat from their touch was overwhelming, and she closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation of being wanted and desired. The man behind her gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to him. He pressed his lips gently against it, sucking on the soft flesh as his fingers moved faster inside of her. She moaned softly, feeling herself getting wetter by the second. Their hands roamed over her, possessive and eager, their gazes hungry for more. Her breath hitched in her throat as she closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations that washed over her. The trucker-hat man's fingers worked magic on her clit, circling it gently at first before plunging inside her wet folds, causing a shiver to run through her entire frame, turning the singer’s body into a live wire, every nerve in her skin coming alive and intensifying under the scrutiny of Eli’s lens.

“That’s right, embrace it! You’re not a Disney kid anymore, you’re the furthest thing from that!” 

Emboldened even further by Eli’s words, she kept going, her poses becoming more provocative, her face flushed and her eyes smoldering as she moved with an inexhaustible sensuality to the beat of a hundred flashes. All inhibitions were starting to be left behind, and even Eli was surprised when she took hold of both men’s hands, intertwining them with hers and raising them both to her chest, guiding their fingers to pinch and stroke her hardened nipples. She leaned against the black man's rock-hard body, meeting his eyes with a mix of longing and challenge. With a flick of her tongue, she moistened her lips as she stared into his eyes, "Taste me," she said bluntly.

The black man nodded in understanding, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he leaned down to capture one of Selena's nipples between his teeth. Selena gasped and arched her back, moaning deeply as she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to her core. He sucked on it hungrily, pulling hard as he grazed it with his rough tongue. His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer to him as he moaned into her skin. The trucker-hat man watched them intently, his hand working its way under the jumpsuit to cup her mound, teasing her clit with his thumb while she moaned. 

The reaction from the mechanics was immediate. “YEAH, GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS!" one of them shouted, and soon the garage filled with whistling and lewd comments as everyone watched Selena raise her hips to meet the hand playing with her juicy mound.

“OH SHIT, THIS IS GETTING GOOD!”

"OH HELL YEAH, GET IT GIRL!"

Selena felt the heat rising from her cheeks to her toes as their words pushed and egged on every movement she made. 

"YEAH, WORK THAT PUSSY!"

"LET'S SEE SOME REAL ACTION!"

"WOOOOO, TAKE IT ALL OFF!"

She couldn’t help but smile, feeling liberated and relishing the attention of all those strangers who were now watching with admiration her sultry performance. She moaned in erotic pleasure as the tattooed man’s finger found her excited clit, and then gasped when the black man began to pull on the leather to reveal more of her young, ripe body.

“Pull that shit down, yes!” Eli exclaimed from behind the camera lens as the top of Selena’s body was released from the skin-tight garment, finally finding its resting place around her hips, freeing the full glory of her creamy, olive skin to everyone’s gaze. The mechanics shouted and whistled like they had never seen a woman before, their remarks becoming louder and more explicit as she freed herself from the grasp of her muscular aides and stepped forward, gyrating and shimmying to the music, throwing her head back and thrusting her tits and ass out for all to see.

Her moves were soft yet powerful, hypnotizing everyone with each twist and turn as she moved in perfect synchrony with Eli’s camera shutter clicks.

"OH YEAH, WORK IT!"

"SHAKE THAT THANG!"

The crowd roared with approval. Selena had completely transformed from Disney Princess into a powerful temptress in full command of her own body. All eyes followed wherever she went, and she became intoxicated with the unbridled energy resonating throughout the entire garage, as if the whole place was about to burst into flames from sheer lust. For a brief, electric moment, Selena knew that each and every man inside that shop would beg for a place between her legs if given the chance, and that thought made her insides stir with excitement as she kept dancing to Eli’s commands.

“Good! Yes, Selena, show me the whore I met last time. Show everyone!”

Selena felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as the word WHORE left Eli’s lips, but instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed like she had in the past, it filled her with an overwhelming power; as if all fear of judgment or reprisal had been extinguished.

“TAKE IT ALL OFF!”

"YEAH BABY, SHAKE IT!"

"SHOW US YOUR PUSSY!"

The men in the room chanted louder, the intensity of their voices growing with each moment as they gawked at this suddenly confident woman throwing away all caution for their pleasure. Each horny remark only fueled Selena further, and every cell in her body was craving for more of whatever that primitive energy was. She wanted more. She needed it. And the only way to get it was to embrace the whore she’d been struggling to keep hidden her entire life.

She turned slowly before making her way to Eli’s two helpers. Without a word, she dropped onto her knees in between them and with an alluring look on her face, she glanced up into their eyes as if issuing an invitation. "Oh fuck yeah!" Eli cheered as he watched his beautiful subject kneel before them, her eyes searching for his, seeking his approval.

The tattooed man was the first to unzip, fondling his hardening cock just inches from her face while she licked her lips in anticipation.

“Do it, whore, suck that fucking dick!” Eli told her, repositioning to capture her from the front.

Selena held her head high and winked to the camera, a satisfied smirk over her face as the black man took out his cock and took her hand to it. His thick, firm shaft felt like solid steel in her grasp as she began to stroke him up and down with eagerness, all the while looking into his eyes as if to silently thank him for letting her touch it. Her other hand moved to take the tattooed man’s cock into her tight grip.

“OH SHIT, IT’S GOIN DOWN!”

"DAYUM, THAT'S HOT!"

"COME ON BABY, SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!"

She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of those two pricks in her hands. They were porn cocks, long and impossibly hard, like the ones she had imagined herself pleasuring while watching Eli’s videos, fingering herself in secret, full of shame and repressed desires that were gone now. Nothing was holding her back and there was no room for anything other than pure selfish indulgence as she began to stroke both at the same time, her eyes never leaving Eli’s camera lens, enjoying the feel of those two cocks growing bigger in her grasp, the veins on their shafts bulging out under her fingers, an intoxicating mix of sweat and pure lust filling up her nostrils.

It finally dawned on her that she was actually living out the fantasies she had been indulging in for the past few weeks. She didn't have to imagine herself as one of Eli’s porn stars anymore, this was her new reality, raw and unfiltered. 

“Suck it, bitch!” the black man urged her, bringing her back from her thoughts.  Selena turned to him. “Make me,” she replied defiantly, grazing the tip of his cock with her pouted lips as she stared up at him, a defiant smirk curving her lips as she let go of him.

The black man's eyes widened, taken aback by her audacity, and Eli smiled from behind the camera as Selena let the tip of her tongue flick out, trailing along the underside of his twitching cock, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Her mesmerizing brown eyes were full of mischief and a hint of defiance.  "Show me who’s boss," she taunted him, biting down on her lower lip.

"I said suck it!" The black man yelled, but this time he grabbed the back of Selena's head and drove his thick cock past her lips, forcing a choked gasp from her throat. "YEAH, TAKE THAT SHIT!" Eli yelled out encouragingly, watching with exhilaration as the former pop princess choked and sputtered on that huge black cock, a wall of cheers erupting as everyone in that garage took in the sight of Selena Gomez on her knees, being ruthlessly face-fucked for the camera.

"ATTA GIRL!"

"FUCK YEAH!”

Selena would’ve smiled if her mouth wasn’t full of throbbing meat. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the camera lens, her gaze smoldering as those black balls slapped against her chin. She felt herself being pushed further, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, carving a path deeper with each thrust. It was too much, too fast, but she took it anyways. Her hands fisted in the black man's thighs, nails digging into his flesh as she tried to keep her balance, trying not to gag as he forced his entire length into her throat. A pressure formed in her chest, bubbles of protest from her lungs, but she kept them at bay, rolling the sides of her tongue against his hot shaft, a desperate attempt to taste him. She could feel him quivering in her mouth, the tremors of pleasure radiating down his length.  And then, suddenly, he withdrew. Selena gasped, an involuntary rush of relief flooding through her body as air flooded back into her lungs. Her chest heaved and a thin stream of drool, clinging stubbornly to the man's cock, stretched between them before finally snapping and splattering against the concrete floor. She coughed violently, but there was a triumphant glint in her eye as she'd survived the sudden onslaught."Is that-- Is that all you got?" she managed to gasp out in between fits of coughing. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her lipstick smeared all over her face and the man's cock, but she didn't care. She was on a new high, a lust-drunk haze that made her crave more of this degrading humiliation. "C'mon," she taunted the black man, pushing out her chest and running a hand seductively between her breasts, down to her throbbing clit. "Use me, do anything you want to me."

"Think you can handle it, bitch?" The man responded, smirking as he cupped his engorged balls and stroked his slick shaft enticingly.

“Baby, we’re just getting started,” the tattooed man grinned, running his fingers through Selena’s disheveled braids before gripping it tightly. Another cheer erupted from the crowd in the garage as he angled the pop star’s mouth towards him.

Selena was ready. She opened her mouth willingly and thought of all the things she had read about herself in social media, and how silly she had been for letting them get to her. None of them could understand what it was to grow up as a Disney starlet, the pressure to be wholesome and pretty and perfect all the goddamn time, and the inevitable disillusion that came with growing older and having the same people who used to look up to her criticize her mercilessly. But now, as the tattooed man grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her mouth onto his throbbing member, she no longer felt like that person. The Selena Gomez who craved public approval had stayed outside. This was the real her, free and unashamed, ready to embrace the dirty, depraved whore she had always wanted to be.

Eli’s camera zoomed in as Selena eagerly took the tattooed man's cock into her mouth, her plump lips stretching around the girth. He forced himself deep into her throat, holding her head still as he started to thrust in a steady rhythm. Eli could see the strain in her eyes as she struggled to accommodate him, but there was a determination there that had him grinning behind his camera. "YES! FUCK HER FACE!" Eli encouraged loudly, the lusty cheer echoed by the men around them. They were all watching with bated breath, chanting for more. Selena could almost feel their gazes caressing her skin, fueling her newly found confidence as she ignored the stinging pain of his hold on her hair and doubled down on her efforts. Her hands reached for the man's balls, massaging and teasing them as she swallowed his cock deeper down her throat, taking him in until her nose buried itself in his coarse pubic hair. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the feeling of him filling her mouth, the rough texture of his balls against her fingertips. She tried not to think about how she had started to gag again, how her throat felt raw and abused, or how the man was showing no signs of stopping.

"God damn, look at that slut take it," someone yelled over the raucous audience, and Selena could feel a sense of pride swelling within her. Yes, she was that slut they were talking about. And she loved every second of it. She wanted them to remember this moment forever - the once innocent pop star turned bad, willingly debasing herself in front of them, unashamed of her desires.

As the tattooed man pulled out of her panting mouth with an obscene pop, Selena couldn't help but miss the feeling already. But she didn't have to wait long. “My turn,” the black man smirked, his massive member bobbing in front of her. Selena’s hands automatically reached out to grasp it, her dainty fingers barely wrapping around the girth of it, still wet with her spit. A shiver ran up her spine as Eli eagerly repositioned his camera, getting an angle that perfectly framed her as she opened her mouth wide to accommodate the huge black prick. Loud choking sounds echoed in the garage, harmonizing with the rhythm of the black man's hips. Tears streamed from Selena’s eyes, the black mascara running down her cheeks, painting a smudged picture of hedonistic surrender. With every gag and moan, she felt less like the Selena Gomez who’d been clinically depressed a few months before, the one who let the haters get to her constantly, and more like the porn star she had been fantasizing about late night in her bedroom. The slut, the whore, the dirty little vixen that had been trapped within her for too long.

The black man withdrew, leaving Selena dazed and panting, with a string of spit dangling from her lower lip, but before she could catch her breath, it was the tattooed man’s turn again. "Don’t stop now, whore!" Eli shouted with a perverse form of encouragement. Selena blinked at him once before she leaned forward eagerly, taking the tattooed man once more. Her spit-soaked lips wrapped around his girth with practiced ease, welcoming him back into the warm depths of her throat.

The men passed her mouth around among themselves like a prized possession, plunging themselves deep into her throat one by one. Each face-fucking session was followed by the sweet relief of being able to breathe again, the sharp taste of male arousal lingering on her tongue, all while Eli's camera was pointed at her – capturing every gasp, every tear streaked across her smeared makeup laden face. And she loved the attention. The crude words of praise, the lewd gestures, the sordid gazes that swept over her body - it was all a fuel for Selena's hungry ego. She had always craved validation, and now, here she was, earning it in ways she'd never imagined before. Each thrust into her mouth validated her - she was desired, she was wanted, she was irresistible.

Selena could barely react as her long braids were yanked hard, pulling her head back and forth between the two men. All she could do was present her mouth wide open each time, taking the thick cock that inevitably plunged down her throat with such force that it made her whole body rattle.

"Now that's a good little whore," the black man grunted as he fucked her face with abandon, holding onto her braids like reins on a wild horse. Selena could feel his pleasure vibrating through his cock as it stretched and filled her throat to its limits. It was a symphony of grunts and moans, lewd slaps and wet squelches, each slam of his cock against the back of her throat sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her veins. She relished in the stinging burn of every thrust, the punishing rhythm causing her eyes to water and mascara to further smear across her face.

Eli, watching this display of hedonistic pleasure, felt a twitch of satisfaction pulse through his veins. His lens focused on the twinkle in Selena's tear-filled eyes, the glossed-over look of pleasure and surrender on her face. Every slutty moan that escaped her throat caused his heart to pound a little harder against his chest - the perfect composition of seedy humiliation and raw, animal lust. It was art. It was obscene. It was perfect.

Raising his free hand, Eli called out to the men, "Alright, time for the money shot!"

The experienced men paused at Eli's command, the cock sliding out from Selena's well-fucked mouth with a wet plop, leaving her gasping for air. A ring of saliva clung to her lips as she struggled to catch her breath, spit bubbles forming and popping as she fought against oxygen deprivation. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, smudged mascara even more disarrayed now - a picture-perfect portrait of debauchery. But there was no time for her to rest. The black man started stroking his dripping cock, pointing it at Selena’s sweaty face, and she tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide in anticipation.

"Give it to me!" she screamed, just as the tattooed man clutched the base of his throbbing cock and slapped it across her face, leaving a wet trail on her flushed cheek. Selena's eyes widened at the contact. She whimpered, her voice a blend of pain and pleasure. "Again," she demanded, pulling herself together to meet the man’s gaze. His eyes were dark with lust as he grunted in approval. With another hard slap of his cock against her face, Selena moaned in surprise and delight.

It felt dirty and degrading, a thrill that shot through her body and left her wanting, craving for more. The feeling of the man's swollen cock sliding against her face, smearing pre-cum across her cheeks, the throbbing on her cheek mirrored the pulsing desire between her thighs… It was humiliating, yes, but precisely that humiliation was what made it feel so satisfying - like a twisted version of the validation she craved.

Then, as a second smack landed on her face, just as harsh as the first, she found her lips curling into a delirious smile. "Take it, bitch," the tattooed man snarled, smacking his wet cock against her cheek again. A trail of precum stained her skin and dripped from her chin. 

Selena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, offering more surface area for the crude slaps. The tattooed man obliged eagerly, slapping his cock against her lips, cheeks, and even across her forehead. The men laughed and jeered as Selena simply kept her mouth open wide, her tongue lolling out in eager anticipation of what she knew would be coming next. 

Then, it happened.

The black man let out a guttural roar, his body tensing up. He gripped the base of his cock tight, and then it exploded like a geyser, streams of hot, sticky cum blasting out onto Selena's face. The first shot of hot semen erupted from the pulsating cock, splattering across Selena's face with force. It spattered her forehead, dripped down her nose and splashed onto her waiting lips. Salty and hot, it was like nothing she had experienced before. Her eyes remained shut as the salty spray hit her skin, the thick globs landing on her forehead, nose, cheeks... and then splattering onto her open mouth.  

"Fuck!" She gasped, the warmth of the cum coating her face in a perverse facial mask. It started to drip slowly down her face, rolling down her cheeks to drop from her chin, falling onto the swell of her bare breasts below where it pooled in the hollow between them.

Selena's eyes fluttered open then, glazed over with a mixture of cum and tears. A part of her still couldn't believe what she was doing but there was no denying how liberating it felt. Through caked eyelashes, she saw all the other men watching her, their eyes filled with wild lust and amusement. Selena's heart pounded in her chest as she felt their gazes on her. The spotlight was on her once more, but with a perverse twist this time, and not a shred of pretense or fakeness around it.

The tattooed man then positioned himself in front of her, his large cock throbbing with anticipation. His hand reached out to hold her by the chin. "Open up, bitch," he snarled, and Selena barely got to open her mouth in time for the next round of humiliation.

His hot load shot out, thick and creamy, pouring into Selena's open mouth. The first jet of cum hit the back of her throat, making her cough and splutter. A second wave followed, splashing against her tongue and coating it with a salty taste that filled her senses. Selena obediently kept her mouth wide open, letting him fill it with his cum until it was almost overflowing. She looked up at him through her half-closed eyes, the hot sticky liquid dripping from the corners of her mouth down her chin.

"Swallow it," Eli ordered, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he watched Selena's struggle to obey. She gulped down the salty fluid with a grimace, feeling it slide down her throat. Her eyes streamed tears from the intensity of it all but she never once faltered or backed away. More semen oozed from the softening cock and dripped onto her lips and chin. It trickled down from the corner of her mouth, but instead of wiping it away, Selena watched it drip down onto her tits with morbid fascination. Her lips were coated with the messy load, and she darted out her tongue to taste it - salty and bitter, a remnant of the raw act that had just taken place.

"God, you're a filthy whore," Eli groaned, his voice gruff with lust as he watched Selena smeared with cum and arousal glistening on her legs. His words were both an insult and a compliment, a twisted praise for the degradation she so willingly embraced. It made Selena’s heart race with exhilaration - there was an untamed joy in this wild depravity.

“Wow… that was a lot!” Selena chuckled. A bead of cum slid down her neck, disappearing into the valley between her breasts. Another rolled off her chin, catching on her lower lip before dropping onto her bare stomach below. The sight fascinated Eli. He watched with rapt attention as his seed marked Selena's olive skin, turning the once pristine pop starlet into a mess.

"You're a natural at this," Eli commented, snapping more pictures from various angles. His words may have been a compliment, but under the circumstances they held an entirely different connotation. His voice was low and gruff, promising more in store for her.

Selena looked down at herself, at the mess she had become. Her breasts were smothered in cum, glistening in the harsh light under a sticky sheen. There were drops of it on her thighs too and a trail running from her pussy down to her clit. Her body felt warm and alive, her senses heightened by all that had happened. She couldn't help but moan when Eli reached out to touch her, running his fingers over the cum stained skin of her breasts. She gasped as his fingers slid over one nipple that was particularly coated in cum and gave it a pinch, causing her big tit to jiggle with the sudden action.

"God...Eli..." She whimpered his name as he pinched her nipple again, this time harder. She winced at the sharp pain but made no move to push him away. Instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, aching for more. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, causing her to wince and cry out. Selena's body shuddered under his touch, a wave of heat flooding her senses that had nothing to do with the physical mess she was in. It was a primal desire, an uncontrollable lust that Eli seemed to ignite in her with just his touch and words. She couldn't deny it - she wanted him, she craved him.

"That's it, slut," Eli growled, snapping more pictures as Selena threw back her head in pleasure. "You love this, don't you? You love being my filthy fucking whore."

It was a statement rather than a question, but she still felt compelled to give him an answer. "Yes… I fucking love it," Selena confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as she closed her eyes and arched her back, presenting her cum-coated tits to him. Her body was on full display for Eli who continued to snap photos, capturing Selena she moaned like a bitch in heat, her fingers trailing over her breasts, smearing the semen over her nipples before traveling down her stomach towards her aching sex. 

"Just fuck me already... Fuck me right now," Selena's voice came out as a plea, an almost desperate need. "I... I can't wait anymore, Eli," Selena whimpered over the squelching sounds of her swollen pussy, throbbing with anticipation and hidden from view just under where the zipper of her skin-tight leather jumpsuit stopped. "I want you... I need you," she panted out between ragged breaths, rubbing her clit in slow circles while she continued to pinch and twist her nipples with the other hand.

Eli's eyes sparkled as he glanced down at her, his lips curling up in an amused smile. "You're so fucking desperate," he said in a low voice. He got down on one knee and reached inside the jumpsuit, his fingers applying pressure over her dripping wet cunt. Selena gasped at the contact and threw her head back, a muffled whimper escaping her lips as she pressed herself against Eli's hand. “Fuck me!” Selena whimpered, her fingers pushing Eli’s to enter her.

"Not yet..." Eli chuckled before pulling out his hand. He deliberately held it up for everyone to see his fingers glistening with her arousal. Selena's eyes widened at the sight and she swallowed hard, her heart slamming against her ribs. To see Eli’s hand, covered in her own juices, was a realization of how far she had gone. "Smell that," he commanded, extending his hand towards Selena with an audacious grin. "Smell your fucking desperation." Selena looked at him, her eyes wide with shock and anticipation. She closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath, inhaling her own scent off his fingers.

"Good girl," Eli crooned, admiring the way Selena had obediently listened to his command. His fingers moved closer to Selena's mouth, her lips parting on their own accord as she stared at his fingers with glazed eyes. With a shaky breath, she extended her tongue and lightly licked Eli’s middle finger. Her taste was tangy on her tongue but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself drawing his finger further into her mouth, sucking every drop of her nectar off it while Eli watched with an appreciative smirk. Then she darted out her tongue, hesitating only for a moment before she opened her mouth to take two fingers inside. Her tongue darted out to swirl around his fingers, tasting the sticky sweetness of herself on his skin. She sucked on his digits like they were the sweetest candy, pulling every drop of her juice off them. 

Eli looked delighted by her obedience, even as he kept snapping pictures of her debasement. A flush rushed up Selena's cheeks, but she didn't stop. Instead, she released a tiny sigh of pleasure, pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth as if she was tasting a forbidden fruit. "That's so fucking hot," Eli murmured, pressing the shutter button on his camera again and again, capturing Selena’s shameless act. But just as she had settled into the rhythm of the act, Eli withdrew his fingers from her mouth. 

“Now go change. You’re not done yet.”

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To Be Continued...