Andy F
10-16-2011, 09:32 PM
"Pictures From An Exhibition: Part 1"
Starring Selena Gomez
Written by Andy F
Many Thanks to TPG for his help and time.
(MF, Cuckold, exhibitionism)
Disclaimer: Contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature. Please do not read if you are under aged or easily offended.
Selena was dancing to a demo of her next release. Wearing no shoes, loose fitting shorts and a blue t-shirt, she was as uninhibited in her movements as Justin had ever seen her. He smiled at the beautiful girl dancing in front of him. His girl. That face. That body. Those moves.
"Are we going out for dinner babe?" he asked. She didn't break rhythm while nodding ‘yes' back to him.
"Cool." he replied, "I'll tell the guys to arrange it all."
Selena thought, " Yeah, The guys, our guys, the ones at our beck and call, the ones who see almost everything we do, who tell us where to put our feet every time we step out, our... guys."
Justin went to look for whoever was on duty. Just after her had left, the house-phone rang. Selena shimmied across to pick it up.
"Hi, it's Selena dancing."
The voice at the other end didn't rise to the euphoria evident in her voice.
"It's Mr. K. Selena, I want to speak to Justin right now."
"Ummm... he's out arranging our night out Mr. K, I'll get him to call you back if you like?"
"No, I don't like, tell that little prick to call me the second he steps back into the room, OK?"
Selena was left stunned by his manner. "What did you say?"
"You heard me Selena, just fuckin' do it."
Before she could reply, that is if she'd had a any reply to offer, the phone-call was over.
Selena stood there open mouthed for a minute or more, her mind racing at the possible meaning of the phone call. Justin returned, all beaming smiles.
"It's all done babe, Chinese... you like Chinese don't you? Here we come!!"
"Mr. K just called baby, he was really angry at something. I‘m really confused."
"Hey! ...you'll get use to him, he's always on edge."
"On edge? He freaked-out over the phone! Why are you involved with that monster?"
"Oh, he's cool when you get to know him."
"You're gonna call him, right?"
"Yeah, but I'll let him cool down first." Justin laughed back at her.
"This isn't funny Justin, that guy sounded really serious."
"Don't worry babe, I'll deal with him."
Selena bit her lip, but said nothing more.
Next day, Selena picked up the ringing phone.
"Selena speaking,"
"Too tired to dance today, Selena?"
It was Mr. K again. Selena looked around for Justin, where was he?
"Sorry for my behaviour yesterday Selena, I'm really pi... annoyed with Justin right now, he's stretching his credit and his luck with me. What kind of excuses did he give for not calling me back?"
"I don't understand. Why does he need excuses? You don't own him, for God's sake."
"Ahhh... you're not quite as close to him as you think you are then?"
"What?"
"Selena, when Justin is ready to grace me with his presence, perhaps he should bring you along too. If we have time, I'll explain the precise details of Justin's contractual obligations. Have we got a deal on that baby?"
"I don't understand... his obligations... to you?"
"OK, I'll spell it out for you. Who arranges your rented mansions, your security, your seamless lifestyles, your easy access to recording, T.V. and film projects? Santa-Fucking-Claus?"
Once again the phone-call was ended abruptly, leaving Selena almost gasping in fear.
When Justin returned, Selena blurted out, "Justin, you really need to see Mr. K right away!"
"Naawww, he's a pussycat. Leave him to me babe."
Selena knew he was hiding so much from her. She didn't want to show disloyalty to Justin, to doubt him, but she made up her mind that Justin would meet with Mr. K tomorrow, and that she would be there too.
That evening, Selena called Mr. K
"Mr. K, I don't know what's going on between you and Justin, but I do know that I love him very much. I can feel there's something he can't tell me. I'll promise you he'll come along to any meeting you call, and so will I."
"That's more like it Selena, isn't it so much better when you play along, and do as your told?"
"What? I thought this was about your contracts with Justin, Mr. K?"
"It was Selena, but it's way out of control because Justin has been burying his head in the sand. We'll talk about this tomorrow evening, 7:30 pm, my yacht. The guys will arrange everything. You just arrange for Justin to be there, OK?"
"OK, Mr. K. I'll do that. "
"That's my good little girl."
At breakfast, Selena brought the conversation around to the looming meeting with Mr. K.
"Hey baby, it's my turn to arrange a dinner date for this evening."
"Yeah, where we goin'?"
"Mr. K's yacht," Selena waited for Justin's reaction. He spooned his cereal around in his bowl for a while, then spoke, "When was that decided?"
"When you wouldn't make up your mind babe. I'm doing this just for you. I'll be there, all the time, every breathe of the way."
Justin leant over the table and kissed Selena on her forehead and said, "Me and you babe, me and you."
Selena wiped a tear from her eye.
Selena asked Justin how she should dress for the meeting. Justin told her to be herself; Mr. K was a cool guy and he wasn't that old. She chose a low cut black mini, her hair pulled up, dark stockings, high heels. At the last second she decided to put a lot of bright red lipstick on. Justin didn't mind one little bit, he was revelling in her beauty.
Their young, black chauffeur gave Selena the once over as she was getting into their car. He smirked to himself as she nestled into the back seat. Selena could feel a different vibe from him, it made her feel uncomfortable about what lay ahead. During the drive to the harbour, Selena was aware of the chauffeur's gaze, so different than his demeanour during the previous 3 months. He was their paid servant. Why was he looking at her, in the mirror, as though he'd like to?
They arrived none too soon for Selena.
"It's a Benetti," said Justin, making small talk to calm his nerves.
"What is?" Selena asked.
"His yacht,"
"Good, it's easy to say, doesn't have all those weird numbers after it."
"Oh, it does, it's FB25."
"Shut up about the freakin' yacht Justin!" Selena was forced to shout at him.
They were ushered aboard the yacht, impressive even by criminal or political standards, into a lounge room. Mr. K was waiting there accompanied by one, discretely positioned, bodyguard.
Selena was completely disorientated by her first sight of Mr. K: he was much younger (about 35 she guessed), about 6'2" tall, dark haired, athletic and handsome. Not the man she had imagined when he had been abusing her over the phone. The touch of his hand when he took hers caused her to catch her breath.
"Selena, I can't tell you how much I've looked forward to meeting you, Justin has been hiding you away for way too long. Let's go onto the upper sun deck and watch the sunset."
Mr. K put his arm around Selena's waist and walked her to the sun-deck.
When they reached the rail, Mr. K pulled her closer to him, while indicating to Justin that he should approach on Mr. K's other side. As soon as Justin was within reach, Mr. K put his arm over Justin's shoulder.
"Isn't this how I should be? No more avoiding, no more arguments! The three of us together as friends, enjoying the good life!" He squeezed Selena even closer, her breasts pressed against him, she was conscious of this man's strength, but she thought it wise not to cause a scene by pulling away. Instead, she smiled up at him.
"Let's put the past behind us! I want to re-negotiate your contract Justin, with conditions that are much more favourable to you, giving you more artistic freedom. What do you think of that Selena? I'm going to involve you in the deal too." Before she could respond, Mr. K continued, "I'm going to put a lot of trust in you Justin, I hope you won't disappoint me. I know Selena won‘t, seeing as how this all for your benefit."
Justin thanked Mr. K profusely, while Selena could feel Mr. K's grip on her increase again as he spoke. She had an idea what Mr. K had in mind for her, confirmed when his hand slowly cupped her breast and gently squeezed it, teasing her nipple between his fingers. Her nipple hardened, she felt a delicious shiver go right through her and couldn't stop herself letting out a moan. Mr. K covered for her.
"Yes, it is a beautiful sunset, isn't it Selena?"
Mr. K let his hand slowly trace a line down her back and cupped her butt cheek with it.
At that second, Justin said, "Yeah! That's an offer I can't refuse Mr. K, don't you think Selena?"
"Yeah. If it makes you happy babe, it makes me happy too."
"Good, Good!" Mr. K cried out. "Let me tell you what I've in mind to begin your involvement Selena. I want you to do a photo-shoot tomorrow, here on my yacht. With a truly great photographer; one of the best, if not the best in the business. How does that sound Justin?"
"Selena's done lots of shoots Mr. K, what difference will another one make?"
"Selena has reached a point in her career, and life, when she needs to push herself to greater achievements. Don't you feel that Justin? I can promise you that we will do just that tomorrow. Anyway, I want you and Selena to show that you trust me... do you?"
Justin nodded approval.
"Selena?"
Selena sensed that refusal would be a deal breaker, so she agreed, while believing she could always walk out of anything too unpleasant.
Mr. K finalised arrangements that evening. The next morning Selena arrived alone for the afternoon photo sessions. The preparation was as it was normally, a makeup artist, hair stylist, wardrobe assistant, all professional and friendly.
Selena felt almost at ease, until she became aware that the clothes were all too revealing, and some downright slutty. But then she thought of all the stars who had gone down this route before; was she any different? Something on her shoulder whispered into her ear, "Show'em what you've got baby." Selena listened, but still had her doubts.
Mr. K arrived as Selena was ready for her first session, dressed in a black lace, see-through mini-dress. The dress was at its most revealing around her breasts. She voiced her concern to him; his response was to caress her arms and repeat what he had told her the previous evening.
"This is about pushing yourself Selena. I thought you understood what would be involved in doing that. If you can't or won't do that, I'll do the pushing for you. The way you've let me touch you tells me that you might like that option even more."
Selena looked at Mr. K, and experienced the same breathless feeling she had felt when he had touched her the evening before. He took a step forward and put his arms around her. For a reason she didn't understand, she relaxed into his arms.
"I'll do the shoots Mr. K, but some of these outfits are too much, I feel so embarrassed in front of all these people, even if they are professionals."
"It's nothing they haven't seen before Selena. So, do the first sessions, then when we get to the sessions that I've got planned for later, I'll clear the place: - except for you, the photographer and me. How's that sound?"
"Later sessions?"
"Selena, don't act like a complete innocent with me. You never really thought all these photo's were for public consumption did you?"
"I guessed that, but..."
"But you still came along, and then let them prepare you, like this... for me?"
"I've gone along with all this, yes. It's been exciting Mr. K, but I'm afraid where this is all going to go."
"I'll decide that for you Selena, I'll be making those kind of decisions for you from now on. Oh, another thing, call me K from now on." With that, K led Selena to the set for the first shoot.
Selena soon lost herself in the photo sessions. Most of the clothes could be best described as lingerie, Selena liked most of them, which helped smooth over her nervousness. Anyway, the photographer certainly knew his business. He had Selena take more and more erotic poses, and Selena entered into the spirit of the shoot more and more. When she occasionally forgot about the fun she was having, she consoled herself with the thought that it was all for Justin, and anyway, they were mostly private photos... right?
90 minutes later Mr K called a break to proceedings and ushered the extras away. Selena took a few minutes break in the main lounge with Mr. K. She was wearing her last outfit of red lycra hot-pants and a see-through mesh top which fully displayed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples had lipstick on them, a touch suggested by the photographer. The pants were tight and thin enough to show her pussy-lips, but she had still taken up lots of wide-legged poses during the session.
"You enjoyed that more than you thought you would, didn't you?"
"I guess so. I don't know how I'll feel when I see the photos, but you're right, it was kind of fun at times."
"Well then, it's time to crank up the level baby, crank it right up."
He pulled Selena to him and kissed her full on the lips, opening them with his tongue. He broke off from the kiss and reached around to get hold of Selena's hair. Selena was almost being held up by her hair, her open mouth gulping in air in short breaths. K looked right into her eyes as he placed his free hand on her belly, pushing two fingers between her legs and began caressing her already swollen outer lips.
"Please K... no!"
"You mean 'Please K... yes' ...I can tell."
K pulled her to him again, very slowing moving his mouth to hers. Selena received his kiss and his tongue open mouthed this time. Her tongue began moving against his, she moaned as his finger parted her pussy lips through the already wet material of her hot-pants. K broke off the kiss again. Still holding her tightly by her hair he held her gaze, a few moments later Selena let out a low moan and deliberately parted her legs to let K get even easier access to her.
At that moment, Selena heard the click of a camera nearby and she cried out.
"Oh God! What‘s happening? What is he doing K?"
"What he's paid to do Selena. This is what I had planned: you, me, and little bit of added spice. I've been watching you getting turned on in front of his camera. You like to show it off, don't you? Well, you're going to perform right now, you hot little bitch."
The photographer moved around them, K was still stroking between Selena's legs, Selena's eyes went nervously back and forth between K and the photographer. K kissed Selena fiercely again, and again she couldn‘t help but respond. K stepped away and issued Selena with an order.
"Take those wet pants off now."
Selena stood there dumbfounded for a moment. K broke the silence.
"Look at the camera, this is a shoot. Look at the camera." Selena did so, as K knelt before her and placed his hands into the top of her pants, slowly pulling them down 4 inches or so. He got up and stepped back again.
"Finish taking them off Selena, do it slowly. Keep looking at the camera, you'll enjoy the experience more that way."
Selena could feel the wet fabric trying to cling to her pussy, but she concentrated on looking at the camera which was busily clicking away. She pulled and pushed the pants down to her ankles. K lifted them off and away from around her high heels. Before Selena could cover herself, K told her what to do next.
"Put your hands on the outside of your thighs, and stand with your legs apart as you were a few minutes ago, when I was stroking you."
The photographer was on his knees in front of Selena, but she didn't flinch. She just waited for K's next move. She soon realised his next move was to undress himself. She couldn't stop herself looking at his hard - toned body. A few moments later he was naked, Selena was shocked at the size of his erect manhood, a full 9 inches long and twice as thick as Justin's. It looked rock-hard too. K stood in front of Selena, grabbed her hair once more and pushed her down to her knees.
K stroked his cock in front of Selena's face, and told her to look up at him.
"Just take the head in your mouth baby, place those soft sweet lips around it."
Selena let out an "Oh God!" She hesitated a moment, but then found her mouth being inexorably drawn towards his cock. She opened her lips and with no more prompting from K, kissed it and then took him into her mouth. K spoke to her.
"Look up at me, then look at the camera. Remember you're performing for me and the camera, do you understand?"
Selena nodded, she took a little more cock into her mouth and began using her tongue to lick around it. She could tell K was pleased with what she was doing.
"Fucking great baby! Let's try something else now you've got this far." K placed one hand behind Selena's head and told her to open wide. He pushed his cock to the back of her throat, held it there while she gagged for a few seconds, then withdrew it. She gasped and tears ran down her face. She looked at up at him as he drew his cock down the length of her face and plunged it to the back of her throat again. This time he held it there longer and then deep-fucked her mouth for 30 seconds.
"Oh God!" she cried "That's so hard, I'm choking!" There were tears and saliva dribbling down her chin. K withdrew his cock and used it to wipe it all off .
"You can do it baby, you've just proved that. Just relax your throat muscles, and don't fight it. This time look across at the camera when I'm in deep. Ready? "
Selena's doe-like eyes looked up at him, she slowly nodded and opened her mouth obediently. K deep-throated her in various rhythms for 10 more minutes. Selena began chasing K's cock with her mouth whenever he occasionally withdrew it. She knew she was beyond any hope of retreat now. Without being told to, she slipped her hand down and began caressing her pussy. K saw this and instructed the photographer to get that in shot. Selena heard this and stopped, but K told her.
"Don't stop! Perform for the camera! Hold your pussy lips apart with one hand, and finger yourself with the other. Lie back on the couch to do it."
Selena found herself obeying willingly this time. K spread her legs as wide as he could, and Selena began pleasuring herself. If she kept her eyes closed too long, K reminded her about the camera. Selena was using 2 fingers by now, to their full depth. She was sopping wet, her juices running down her fingers. K could resist no longer. He replaced her fingers with his own.
"Oh God, that's so good!" cried Selena. K took his fingers out and let Selena taste herself. She made a point of looking right into the camera when her tongue was wrapped around his dripping fingers.
"I think you're ready now Selena. Do you want my cock inside you? Fucking you?"
Selena didn't say anything. She knelt on the couch, her back to K and pushed her head down into a cushion. She spread her legs as far as she could in this position and her hands went back to hold her cunt as wide open as possible for him. The photographer gave out a low whistle at this sight, causing K to say to him, "Make sure you get that shot of her, before I start pounding that pussy."
K positioned his cock to enter Selena. He teased her cunt with it. She was moaning and moving her hips around in response to the feel if his cock against her.
"Please K... put it in now." K did just that, filling her tight, wet hole. He gave her long hard strokes from the beginning. He was surprised that Selena pushed back against him so hard, not many of these sluts could.
"Look at her juices on my cock! Jesus, have you ever seen a hotter little slut?" K asked the photographer.
"She could walk straight into porn." came back the answer.
"Yeah! Keep clicking." K increased his speed and Selena cried out in passion,
"Fuck Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Selena looked at the photographer, she licked her lips for him, putting on what she thought was her best slutty look, all the while knowing she was being fucked by a man she'd only met the day before.
K turned Selena around and let her lick her juices off his cock. She greedily slurped at it, licking his balls for good measure, while keeping the photographer happy with sideways looks. K then lay on his side on the couch, placing Selena in front of him with her back to him. He let her lower leg reach to the floor and held her other leg straight up, spreading her legs as wide as he could,
"Know why I'm doing this position Selena?"
"For the best shots?"
"Yeah, and the deepest fucking."
Selena turned her head towards K, reached out with her hand for his face, and kissed him, pushing her tongue right into his mouth. K put his arm under Selena's body so that he could hold both her soft tits. He fucked Selena furiously for 5 minutes. She was screaming out from the pain mixed with the ecstasy flowing from her cunt to the rest of her body.
Selena pleaded with K, "Fuck me with long hard strokes baby, get into the groove." K gave Selena what she wanted, reducing her, for those minutes, to a grunting sex-craving animal. She let K know she was coming, and he slowed down enough for her to experience a long orgasm, her body jerking around in K.'s arms, her cries of pleasure filling the room. K urged the photographer; "Get shots of her face while she's coming."
A minute later K stood before her, sat her up and spoke to her.
"You know what I want you to do now Selena, don't you?"
Selena nodded. "You want to come over me?"
"Yes, you know where, don't you?"
"Over my face, all over my face. I want that too."
"And in your mouth. I want you to keep your mouth open, but don't swallow. Not until I tell you. Keep your hands down too, don‘t wipe anything away."
Selena smiled at K. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard for all she was worth. It wasn't long before K was taking his cock out of her mouth, pushing Selena's hands down and making sure the photographer got the right angles.
"Jesus!" K cried just before the first gush of cum splashed over Selena's upturned, waiting face. It traced a thick line across her nose to her forehead and into her hair. Selena gasped and opened her mouth wider. The second wave of cum hit her on her cheek, the third K aimed into her mouth, and the fourth too. Together, they nearly filled Selena's mouth with hot thick cum. K aimed his last three spasms onto Selena's face again. With these, and the earlier two shots, her face was totally cum-glazed.
The photographer was going wild trying to capture this wondrous sight. K looked down at Selena.
"Hold your mouth open and let him get shots of all that cum on your tongue, can you open your eyes?"
"I think so. I think there's cum sticking to my eyelashes though."
Selena opened her eyes and posed for the photographer as asked. K held his cock close to her face, letting it touch her cum soaked lips, then pulled it away a few inches so that a strand of cum stretched between his cock and her mouth.
"That's a great shot K." said the photographer.
"You can swallow my cum now Selena."
Selena did so. K used his cock to spoon cum from Selena's face and feed it into her eager mouth. She licked his cock clean to finish off. She fell back on the couch laughing. K and the photographer followed her.
After a few minutes, after they all shared a few lines of coke, K thanked the photographer, asked him to download the raw shots before he left, and took Selena for a shower. Midway through, because of her teasing, he pulled her out of the shower and took her hard from behind, first leaning her over the washbasin, then lifting one of her legs completely upwards, placing her foot on his shoulder while she stood on her other.
"Ooooo! I've never been spread this way before." Selena managed to say, before the hard fucking started again. When he came this time K made sure she took all his seed into her mouth and down into her belly.
After they'd finally cleaned up, K presented Selena with an iPad2, with all that days photos on it. She accepted it a little warily.
"Are these for me K? Don‘t you want to keep these private?"
"Yes, but I've got my copies, don't worry. I thought you might not want to wait to see what you did today. You were fucking incredible baby!"
"If I didn't have these, I probably wouldn't believe what I did today."
Selena thought for a moment, then asked, "What happens now K? Where do I go from here?"
"Tonight? Back to Justin. But I think you know the other reason I've given you those photos, and what you need to do with them."
Selena knew the answer, but couldn't bring herself to utter it. She kissed K goodnight, arranged to call him the next morning, and got into the waiting car. On the hour long drive back she couldn't resist taking a peek at the photos. After the first few, she began to feel very horny, so much so that she let her free hand creep between her legs. She slowly flipped through the photos, the ones with K's cock deep in her mouth, as she was looking at the camera, especially turned her on. In no time at all she had a finger inside herself and the back of her thumb massaging her clit, and her breathing had become a series of gasps.
"God!" she thought, "these photos are such a fuckin' turn on."
She then realised that the chauffeur was watching her masturbate, the same one who was leering at her the day before. She glanced at the photos again, than back to the chauffeur. But she realised she didn't want to stop. Knowing he was watching began to turn her on even more. She opened her legs, fingering herself with abandon.
She was soon letting out loud moans and cried out, "Fuck! Yes!" as she climaxed in the back of the car. A few minutes later, getting out of the car she looked the chauffeur straight in the eye. "You've seen that, but you'll never get a piece of it you bastard!"
As Selena swayed away from him, the chauffeur thought his own thoughts about that.
Selena realised she was going to be back with Justin in less than a minute. She held the iPad close to her. She wasn't going to take a step back, she thought, "I fucking love being so fucking hot way too fucking much right now."
Starring Selena Gomez
Written by Andy F
Many Thanks to TPG for his help and time.
(MF, Cuckold, exhibitionism)
Disclaimer: Contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature. Please do not read if you are under aged or easily offended.
Selena was dancing to a demo of her next release. Wearing no shoes, loose fitting shorts and a blue t-shirt, she was as uninhibited in her movements as Justin had ever seen her. He smiled at the beautiful girl dancing in front of him. His girl. That face. That body. Those moves.
"Are we going out for dinner babe?" he asked. She didn't break rhythm while nodding ‘yes' back to him.
"Cool." he replied, "I'll tell the guys to arrange it all."
Selena thought, " Yeah, The guys, our guys, the ones at our beck and call, the ones who see almost everything we do, who tell us where to put our feet every time we step out, our... guys."
Justin went to look for whoever was on duty. Just after her had left, the house-phone rang. Selena shimmied across to pick it up.
"Hi, it's Selena dancing."
The voice at the other end didn't rise to the euphoria evident in her voice.
"It's Mr. K. Selena, I want to speak to Justin right now."
"Ummm... he's out arranging our night out Mr. K, I'll get him to call you back if you like?"
"No, I don't like, tell that little prick to call me the second he steps back into the room, OK?"
Selena was left stunned by his manner. "What did you say?"
"You heard me Selena, just fuckin' do it."
Before she could reply, that is if she'd had a any reply to offer, the phone-call was over.
Selena stood there open mouthed for a minute or more, her mind racing at the possible meaning of the phone call. Justin returned, all beaming smiles.
"It's all done babe, Chinese... you like Chinese don't you? Here we come!!"
"Mr. K just called baby, he was really angry at something. I‘m really confused."
"Hey! ...you'll get use to him, he's always on edge."
"On edge? He freaked-out over the phone! Why are you involved with that monster?"
"Oh, he's cool when you get to know him."
"You're gonna call him, right?"
"Yeah, but I'll let him cool down first." Justin laughed back at her.
"This isn't funny Justin, that guy sounded really serious."
"Don't worry babe, I'll deal with him."
Selena bit her lip, but said nothing more.
Next day, Selena picked up the ringing phone.
"Selena speaking,"
"Too tired to dance today, Selena?"
It was Mr. K again. Selena looked around for Justin, where was he?
"Sorry for my behaviour yesterday Selena, I'm really pi... annoyed with Justin right now, he's stretching his credit and his luck with me. What kind of excuses did he give for not calling me back?"
"I don't understand. Why does he need excuses? You don't own him, for God's sake."
"Ahhh... you're not quite as close to him as you think you are then?"
"What?"
"Selena, when Justin is ready to grace me with his presence, perhaps he should bring you along too. If we have time, I'll explain the precise details of Justin's contractual obligations. Have we got a deal on that baby?"
"I don't understand... his obligations... to you?"
"OK, I'll spell it out for you. Who arranges your rented mansions, your security, your seamless lifestyles, your easy access to recording, T.V. and film projects? Santa-Fucking-Claus?"
Once again the phone-call was ended abruptly, leaving Selena almost gasping in fear.
When Justin returned, Selena blurted out, "Justin, you really need to see Mr. K right away!"
"Naawww, he's a pussycat. Leave him to me babe."
Selena knew he was hiding so much from her. She didn't want to show disloyalty to Justin, to doubt him, but she made up her mind that Justin would meet with Mr. K tomorrow, and that she would be there too.
That evening, Selena called Mr. K
"Mr. K, I don't know what's going on between you and Justin, but I do know that I love him very much. I can feel there's something he can't tell me. I'll promise you he'll come along to any meeting you call, and so will I."
"That's more like it Selena, isn't it so much better when you play along, and do as your told?"
"What? I thought this was about your contracts with Justin, Mr. K?"
"It was Selena, but it's way out of control because Justin has been burying his head in the sand. We'll talk about this tomorrow evening, 7:30 pm, my yacht. The guys will arrange everything. You just arrange for Justin to be there, OK?"
"OK, Mr. K. I'll do that. "
"That's my good little girl."
At breakfast, Selena brought the conversation around to the looming meeting with Mr. K.
"Hey baby, it's my turn to arrange a dinner date for this evening."
"Yeah, where we goin'?"
"Mr. K's yacht," Selena waited for Justin's reaction. He spooned his cereal around in his bowl for a while, then spoke, "When was that decided?"
"When you wouldn't make up your mind babe. I'm doing this just for you. I'll be there, all the time, every breathe of the way."
Justin leant over the table and kissed Selena on her forehead and said, "Me and you babe, me and you."
Selena wiped a tear from her eye.
Selena asked Justin how she should dress for the meeting. Justin told her to be herself; Mr. K was a cool guy and he wasn't that old. She chose a low cut black mini, her hair pulled up, dark stockings, high heels. At the last second she decided to put a lot of bright red lipstick on. Justin didn't mind one little bit, he was revelling in her beauty.
Their young, black chauffeur gave Selena the once over as she was getting into their car. He smirked to himself as she nestled into the back seat. Selena could feel a different vibe from him, it made her feel uncomfortable about what lay ahead. During the drive to the harbour, Selena was aware of the chauffeur's gaze, so different than his demeanour during the previous 3 months. He was their paid servant. Why was he looking at her, in the mirror, as though he'd like to?
They arrived none too soon for Selena.
"It's a Benetti," said Justin, making small talk to calm his nerves.
"What is?" Selena asked.
"His yacht,"
"Good, it's easy to say, doesn't have all those weird numbers after it."
"Oh, it does, it's FB25."
"Shut up about the freakin' yacht Justin!" Selena was forced to shout at him.
They were ushered aboard the yacht, impressive even by criminal or political standards, into a lounge room. Mr. K was waiting there accompanied by one, discretely positioned, bodyguard.
Selena was completely disorientated by her first sight of Mr. K: he was much younger (about 35 she guessed), about 6'2" tall, dark haired, athletic and handsome. Not the man she had imagined when he had been abusing her over the phone. The touch of his hand when he took hers caused her to catch her breath.
"Selena, I can't tell you how much I've looked forward to meeting you, Justin has been hiding you away for way too long. Let's go onto the upper sun deck and watch the sunset."
Mr. K put his arm around Selena's waist and walked her to the sun-deck.
When they reached the rail, Mr. K pulled her closer to him, while indicating to Justin that he should approach on Mr. K's other side. As soon as Justin was within reach, Mr. K put his arm over Justin's shoulder.
"Isn't this how I should be? No more avoiding, no more arguments! The three of us together as friends, enjoying the good life!" He squeezed Selena even closer, her breasts pressed against him, she was conscious of this man's strength, but she thought it wise not to cause a scene by pulling away. Instead, she smiled up at him.
"Let's put the past behind us! I want to re-negotiate your contract Justin, with conditions that are much more favourable to you, giving you more artistic freedom. What do you think of that Selena? I'm going to involve you in the deal too." Before she could respond, Mr. K continued, "I'm going to put a lot of trust in you Justin, I hope you won't disappoint me. I know Selena won‘t, seeing as how this all for your benefit."
Justin thanked Mr. K profusely, while Selena could feel Mr. K's grip on her increase again as he spoke. She had an idea what Mr. K had in mind for her, confirmed when his hand slowly cupped her breast and gently squeezed it, teasing her nipple between his fingers. Her nipple hardened, she felt a delicious shiver go right through her and couldn't stop herself letting out a moan. Mr. K covered for her.
"Yes, it is a beautiful sunset, isn't it Selena?"
Mr. K let his hand slowly trace a line down her back and cupped her butt cheek with it.
At that second, Justin said, "Yeah! That's an offer I can't refuse Mr. K, don't you think Selena?"
"Yeah. If it makes you happy babe, it makes me happy too."
"Good, Good!" Mr. K cried out. "Let me tell you what I've in mind to begin your involvement Selena. I want you to do a photo-shoot tomorrow, here on my yacht. With a truly great photographer; one of the best, if not the best in the business. How does that sound Justin?"
"Selena's done lots of shoots Mr. K, what difference will another one make?"
"Selena has reached a point in her career, and life, when she needs to push herself to greater achievements. Don't you feel that Justin? I can promise you that we will do just that tomorrow. Anyway, I want you and Selena to show that you trust me... do you?"
Justin nodded approval.
"Selena?"
Selena sensed that refusal would be a deal breaker, so she agreed, while believing she could always walk out of anything too unpleasant.
Mr. K finalised arrangements that evening. The next morning Selena arrived alone for the afternoon photo sessions. The preparation was as it was normally, a makeup artist, hair stylist, wardrobe assistant, all professional and friendly.
Selena felt almost at ease, until she became aware that the clothes were all too revealing, and some downright slutty. But then she thought of all the stars who had gone down this route before; was she any different? Something on her shoulder whispered into her ear, "Show'em what you've got baby." Selena listened, but still had her doubts.
Mr. K arrived as Selena was ready for her first session, dressed in a black lace, see-through mini-dress. The dress was at its most revealing around her breasts. She voiced her concern to him; his response was to caress her arms and repeat what he had told her the previous evening.
"This is about pushing yourself Selena. I thought you understood what would be involved in doing that. If you can't or won't do that, I'll do the pushing for you. The way you've let me touch you tells me that you might like that option even more."
Selena looked at Mr. K, and experienced the same breathless feeling she had felt when he had touched her the evening before. He took a step forward and put his arms around her. For a reason she didn't understand, she relaxed into his arms.
"I'll do the shoots Mr. K, but some of these outfits are too much, I feel so embarrassed in front of all these people, even if they are professionals."
"It's nothing they haven't seen before Selena. So, do the first sessions, then when we get to the sessions that I've got planned for later, I'll clear the place: - except for you, the photographer and me. How's that sound?"
"Later sessions?"
"Selena, don't act like a complete innocent with me. You never really thought all these photo's were for public consumption did you?"
"I guessed that, but..."
"But you still came along, and then let them prepare you, like this... for me?"
"I've gone along with all this, yes. It's been exciting Mr. K, but I'm afraid where this is all going to go."
"I'll decide that for you Selena, I'll be making those kind of decisions for you from now on. Oh, another thing, call me K from now on." With that, K led Selena to the set for the first shoot.
Selena soon lost herself in the photo sessions. Most of the clothes could be best described as lingerie, Selena liked most of them, which helped smooth over her nervousness. Anyway, the photographer certainly knew his business. He had Selena take more and more erotic poses, and Selena entered into the spirit of the shoot more and more. When she occasionally forgot about the fun she was having, she consoled herself with the thought that it was all for Justin, and anyway, they were mostly private photos... right?
90 minutes later Mr K called a break to proceedings and ushered the extras away. Selena took a few minutes break in the main lounge with Mr. K. She was wearing her last outfit of red lycra hot-pants and a see-through mesh top which fully displayed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples had lipstick on them, a touch suggested by the photographer. The pants were tight and thin enough to show her pussy-lips, but she had still taken up lots of wide-legged poses during the session.
"You enjoyed that more than you thought you would, didn't you?"
"I guess so. I don't know how I'll feel when I see the photos, but you're right, it was kind of fun at times."
"Well then, it's time to crank up the level baby, crank it right up."
He pulled Selena to him and kissed her full on the lips, opening them with his tongue. He broke off from the kiss and reached around to get hold of Selena's hair. Selena was almost being held up by her hair, her open mouth gulping in air in short breaths. K looked right into her eyes as he placed his free hand on her belly, pushing two fingers between her legs and began caressing her already swollen outer lips.
"Please K... no!"
"You mean 'Please K... yes' ...I can tell."
K pulled her to him again, very slowing moving his mouth to hers. Selena received his kiss and his tongue open mouthed this time. Her tongue began moving against his, she moaned as his finger parted her pussy lips through the already wet material of her hot-pants. K broke off the kiss again. Still holding her tightly by her hair he held her gaze, a few moments later Selena let out a low moan and deliberately parted her legs to let K get even easier access to her.
At that moment, Selena heard the click of a camera nearby and she cried out.
"Oh God! What‘s happening? What is he doing K?"
"What he's paid to do Selena. This is what I had planned: you, me, and little bit of added spice. I've been watching you getting turned on in front of his camera. You like to show it off, don't you? Well, you're going to perform right now, you hot little bitch."
The photographer moved around them, K was still stroking between Selena's legs, Selena's eyes went nervously back and forth between K and the photographer. K kissed Selena fiercely again, and again she couldn‘t help but respond. K stepped away and issued Selena with an order.
"Take those wet pants off now."
Selena stood there dumbfounded for a moment. K broke the silence.
"Look at the camera, this is a shoot. Look at the camera." Selena did so, as K knelt before her and placed his hands into the top of her pants, slowly pulling them down 4 inches or so. He got up and stepped back again.
"Finish taking them off Selena, do it slowly. Keep looking at the camera, you'll enjoy the experience more that way."
Selena could feel the wet fabric trying to cling to her pussy, but she concentrated on looking at the camera which was busily clicking away. She pulled and pushed the pants down to her ankles. K lifted them off and away from around her high heels. Before Selena could cover herself, K told her what to do next.
"Put your hands on the outside of your thighs, and stand with your legs apart as you were a few minutes ago, when I was stroking you."
The photographer was on his knees in front of Selena, but she didn't flinch. She just waited for K's next move. She soon realised his next move was to undress himself. She couldn't stop herself looking at his hard - toned body. A few moments later he was naked, Selena was shocked at the size of his erect manhood, a full 9 inches long and twice as thick as Justin's. It looked rock-hard too. K stood in front of Selena, grabbed her hair once more and pushed her down to her knees.
K stroked his cock in front of Selena's face, and told her to look up at him.
"Just take the head in your mouth baby, place those soft sweet lips around it."
Selena let out an "Oh God!" She hesitated a moment, but then found her mouth being inexorably drawn towards his cock. She opened her lips and with no more prompting from K, kissed it and then took him into her mouth. K spoke to her.
"Look up at me, then look at the camera. Remember you're performing for me and the camera, do you understand?"
Selena nodded, she took a little more cock into her mouth and began using her tongue to lick around it. She could tell K was pleased with what she was doing.
"Fucking great baby! Let's try something else now you've got this far." K placed one hand behind Selena's head and told her to open wide. He pushed his cock to the back of her throat, held it there while she gagged for a few seconds, then withdrew it. She gasped and tears ran down her face. She looked at up at him as he drew his cock down the length of her face and plunged it to the back of her throat again. This time he held it there longer and then deep-fucked her mouth for 30 seconds.
"Oh God!" she cried "That's so hard, I'm choking!" There were tears and saliva dribbling down her chin. K withdrew his cock and used it to wipe it all off .
"You can do it baby, you've just proved that. Just relax your throat muscles, and don't fight it. This time look across at the camera when I'm in deep. Ready? "
Selena's doe-like eyes looked up at him, she slowly nodded and opened her mouth obediently. K deep-throated her in various rhythms for 10 more minutes. Selena began chasing K's cock with her mouth whenever he occasionally withdrew it. She knew she was beyond any hope of retreat now. Without being told to, she slipped her hand down and began caressing her pussy. K saw this and instructed the photographer to get that in shot. Selena heard this and stopped, but K told her.
"Don't stop! Perform for the camera! Hold your pussy lips apart with one hand, and finger yourself with the other. Lie back on the couch to do it."
Selena found herself obeying willingly this time. K spread her legs as wide as he could, and Selena began pleasuring herself. If she kept her eyes closed too long, K reminded her about the camera. Selena was using 2 fingers by now, to their full depth. She was sopping wet, her juices running down her fingers. K could resist no longer. He replaced her fingers with his own.
"Oh God, that's so good!" cried Selena. K took his fingers out and let Selena taste herself. She made a point of looking right into the camera when her tongue was wrapped around his dripping fingers.
"I think you're ready now Selena. Do you want my cock inside you? Fucking you?"
Selena didn't say anything. She knelt on the couch, her back to K and pushed her head down into a cushion. She spread her legs as far as she could in this position and her hands went back to hold her cunt as wide open as possible for him. The photographer gave out a low whistle at this sight, causing K to say to him, "Make sure you get that shot of her, before I start pounding that pussy."
K positioned his cock to enter Selena. He teased her cunt with it. She was moaning and moving her hips around in response to the feel if his cock against her.
"Please K... put it in now." K did just that, filling her tight, wet hole. He gave her long hard strokes from the beginning. He was surprised that Selena pushed back against him so hard, not many of these sluts could.
"Look at her juices on my cock! Jesus, have you ever seen a hotter little slut?" K asked the photographer.
"She could walk straight into porn." came back the answer.
"Yeah! Keep clicking." K increased his speed and Selena cried out in passion,
"Fuck Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Selena looked at the photographer, she licked her lips for him, putting on what she thought was her best slutty look, all the while knowing she was being fucked by a man she'd only met the day before.
K turned Selena around and let her lick her juices off his cock. She greedily slurped at it, licking his balls for good measure, while keeping the photographer happy with sideways looks. K then lay on his side on the couch, placing Selena in front of him with her back to him. He let her lower leg reach to the floor and held her other leg straight up, spreading her legs as wide as he could,
"Know why I'm doing this position Selena?"
"For the best shots?"
"Yeah, and the deepest fucking."
Selena turned her head towards K, reached out with her hand for his face, and kissed him, pushing her tongue right into his mouth. K put his arm under Selena's body so that he could hold both her soft tits. He fucked Selena furiously for 5 minutes. She was screaming out from the pain mixed with the ecstasy flowing from her cunt to the rest of her body.
Selena pleaded with K, "Fuck me with long hard strokes baby, get into the groove." K gave Selena what she wanted, reducing her, for those minutes, to a grunting sex-craving animal. She let K know she was coming, and he slowed down enough for her to experience a long orgasm, her body jerking around in K.'s arms, her cries of pleasure filling the room. K urged the photographer; "Get shots of her face while she's coming."
A minute later K stood before her, sat her up and spoke to her.
"You know what I want you to do now Selena, don't you?"
Selena nodded. "You want to come over me?"
"Yes, you know where, don't you?"
"Over my face, all over my face. I want that too."
"And in your mouth. I want you to keep your mouth open, but don't swallow. Not until I tell you. Keep your hands down too, don‘t wipe anything away."
Selena smiled at K. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard for all she was worth. It wasn't long before K was taking his cock out of her mouth, pushing Selena's hands down and making sure the photographer got the right angles.
"Jesus!" K cried just before the first gush of cum splashed over Selena's upturned, waiting face. It traced a thick line across her nose to her forehead and into her hair. Selena gasped and opened her mouth wider. The second wave of cum hit her on her cheek, the third K aimed into her mouth, and the fourth too. Together, they nearly filled Selena's mouth with hot thick cum. K aimed his last three spasms onto Selena's face again. With these, and the earlier two shots, her face was totally cum-glazed.
The photographer was going wild trying to capture this wondrous sight. K looked down at Selena.
"Hold your mouth open and let him get shots of all that cum on your tongue, can you open your eyes?"
"I think so. I think there's cum sticking to my eyelashes though."
Selena opened her eyes and posed for the photographer as asked. K held his cock close to her face, letting it touch her cum soaked lips, then pulled it away a few inches so that a strand of cum stretched between his cock and her mouth.
"That's a great shot K." said the photographer.
"You can swallow my cum now Selena."
Selena did so. K used his cock to spoon cum from Selena's face and feed it into her eager mouth. She licked his cock clean to finish off. She fell back on the couch laughing. K and the photographer followed her.
After a few minutes, after they all shared a few lines of coke, K thanked the photographer, asked him to download the raw shots before he left, and took Selena for a shower. Midway through, because of her teasing, he pulled her out of the shower and took her hard from behind, first leaning her over the washbasin, then lifting one of her legs completely upwards, placing her foot on his shoulder while she stood on her other.
"Ooooo! I've never been spread this way before." Selena managed to say, before the hard fucking started again. When he came this time K made sure she took all his seed into her mouth and down into her belly.
After they'd finally cleaned up, K presented Selena with an iPad2, with all that days photos on it. She accepted it a little warily.
"Are these for me K? Don‘t you want to keep these private?"
"Yes, but I've got my copies, don't worry. I thought you might not want to wait to see what you did today. You were fucking incredible baby!"
"If I didn't have these, I probably wouldn't believe what I did today."
Selena thought for a moment, then asked, "What happens now K? Where do I go from here?"
"Tonight? Back to Justin. But I think you know the other reason I've given you those photos, and what you need to do with them."
Selena knew the answer, but couldn't bring herself to utter it. She kissed K goodnight, arranged to call him the next morning, and got into the waiting car. On the hour long drive back she couldn't resist taking a peek at the photos. After the first few, she began to feel very horny, so much so that she let her free hand creep between her legs. She slowly flipped through the photos, the ones with K's cock deep in her mouth, as she was looking at the camera, especially turned her on. In no time at all she had a finger inside herself and the back of her thumb massaging her clit, and her breathing had become a series of gasps.
"God!" she thought, "these photos are such a fuckin' turn on."
She then realised that the chauffeur was watching her masturbate, the same one who was leering at her the day before. She glanced at the photos again, than back to the chauffeur. But she realised she didn't want to stop. Knowing he was watching began to turn her on even more. She opened her legs, fingering herself with abandon.
She was soon letting out loud moans and cried out, "Fuck! Yes!" as she climaxed in the back of the car. A few minutes later, getting out of the car she looked the chauffeur straight in the eye. "You've seen that, but you'll never get a piece of it you bastard!"
As Selena swayed away from him, the chauffeur thought his own thoughts about that.
Selena realised she was going to be back with Justin in less than a minute. She held the iPad close to her. She wasn't going to take a step back, she thought, "I fucking love being so fucking hot way too fucking much right now."