"Private Security" Part 10
Private Security: Breaking up is hard to do, but when it's done, it's done. Right?
Featuring Selena Gomez
Written by Chitown

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, containing material of a somewhat explicit nature, intended to entertain adults. If that's going to trouble you, or not permitted you for some reason, read no further.





I've arranged, the last couple years, to have a weekly private lunch with Miss Gomez, just to discuss things. At times her schedule pre-empted it, but not too often.

"George, I have a problem"

Usually when Selena started a conversation with that line she was smiling, knowing it meant that whatever she was planning was going to cause me headaches. This time she was nervous, anxious, maybe even a little scared.

"What's up?"

"It's … it's time, long past time in fact, that I break up with Justin ... but this is why we started dating," and there was acid in her voice on that word, "in the first place."

She placed a 4 gig memory card on the table and slid it toward me with a fingertip. She must have read the questions on my face because she mumbled, "Just watch it first, then I'll answer as best I can."

The bile rose relatively quickly as I watched, listened to the video, but it also explained some things.

It starts with Justin following the camera, leading a glassy-eyed, unaware of her surroundings Selena into a dressing room. I recognize their attire; it's the night of the New Years Rockin' Eve performance in Vegas.

Kenny Hamilton closes the door after trailing them in.

Goddammit. I should have been there, but the Teefys had told me to spend the holidays with my family, and hadn't bothered to mention the show.

Sel and the little prick start dancing in the center of the room, she's clinging to him like a life raft, he's holding her as if she's a live grenade.

After a minute or so Alfredo Flores (I guess him to be the cameraman) says, "Take her dress off."

A look of distaste crosses Bieber's face, "Are you serious?"

"She's Selena fucking Gomez. When do you think you'll get this chance again?"

The revulsion in his expression; as he pulls the zipper down, pushes the black sleeveless, sequined number off her shoulders, wrestles it over her rubbery arms, and finally down to the floor to leave her standing, swaying in the nonexistent breeze, in just her nude tone strapless bra and panties; only confirms what I already know.

For 2 years, whenever I checked in on their activities, because clearly he was enjoying himself and she wasn't, Selena was fully clothed as she blew him or wailed away at his ass with a strap-on. Except once.

One time when I looked in, she had on just the sexiest, skimpiest of black lace thongs under the harness for her 8 inch flesh colored dong. He lay on his stomach at the edge of the bed and she stood between his legs and pounded away. Clearly she'd pulled out all the stops and he still wasn't going to reciprocate.

Before I'd even thought about it I'd crossed the empty space between us. I tucked my crotch tight against her crack and moved as she thrust. I ran my hands over her body, caressing the soft firm roundness of her tummy. I cupped her breasts, kneading her fleshy mounds, palming the small dusky areolas until her nipples protruded. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear as I nibbled at the lobe.
As her hump toy expended his seed into the sheets, gasping out his thanks, I gave her nips a quick pinch before sprinting out the door.

That night, when she'd joined me in my room and I'd reminded her of the rule against using a bed she was paying me to sleep in, her biting response had been:
"Fuck you, Asshole. I've mostly accepted that I won't get any satisfaction from him, but YOU got me all riled up today. YOU have to take care of me."
I'm pretty sure most of the hotel heard us that night, even over the pay-per-view porn I dialed up as cover.

To the best of my knowledge, and I do pay attention to these things, while she continued to service him, she never again tried to seduce him.

Back to the video. Alfredo's coaching the little poof.
"Brush her hair back."
"Caress her arms."
"Grab her butt."
"Squeeze."
All the while Kenny sits disinterestedly in a chair.

Then an odd hand moves in, messing with the hook of her bra. It takes some time, but finally his one-handed fumbling gets results and the clasp comes undone.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Are you kidding me? Just turn her around."

Justin slowly spins her, the bra drops free to the floor and Alfredo makes sure to get it all.

"Hold her right there."

They're now positioned back to front, Sel's arms hanging down loosely as he holds her with one across her shoulders and the other around her middle.

They sway slightly to a rhythm not at all in keeping with the music leaking in from the show, but nobody seems to care.

After a couple minutes of him just holding her, shifting back and forth, her boobs bouncing, her face vacant, Alfredo says, "Move your hand down."

When he grabs a tit, "The other one"

He stops at the top of her panties, but Flores urges, "Keep going, inside," and JB looks almost gleeful when she gasps as his hand plunges in.

"Is she wet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is she excited? Are her juices flowing?"

"I don't know," then sheepishly, "this is my first time to third base."

The camera shakes a bit because apparently he's laughing so hard he can't hold still.

After he recovers, "You know, you really should get the wench to blow you."

"How about that, Selena? Would you like to suck my dick?

"No, I'd like another Coke," she mumbles.

"Kenny can get you one after you do this for me, okay?"

"OK"

"Use the couch," Alfredo directs.

They head over to the love seat, and she plops onto it as the little shit drops his pants and boxers.

He's standing in front of her, waggling his limp little worm in her face when, "You should sit down, and she should kneel between your legs. That'll give me the best angle."

He parks his scrawny ass on the edge of the cushion next to her, leans back, hands behind his head and knees wide, "OK, Babe, make me feel good."

Selena kind of rolls herself over him and then slides down. His package disappears in her hands, one fondling his sack, the other wraps around his joystick and strokes.

She's not having much luck getting him to stiffen when Alfredo pipes up, "Hey bitch, this isn't a hand job. Use your mouth."

I've seen the look she directs at the camera, at him, anger tempered with iron, and briefly I think maybe there's hope she can end this, but then she turns back to Justin's crotch.

Her tongue darts out and licks at his head. She plays with it, short little laps from various angles. Justin wiggles. She moves on, running it up and down, tip to root and back.

"Hey little whore, look up at the camera as you suck that cock."

"I'm not a whore. I don't take money for sex," and then she's got a hand on Justin's stomach as she takes his prick into her mouth, eyes locked on the camera even as her nose is effortlessly buried in pubes.

"That's a good little slut. Take him all the way in."

She's slowly bobbing her head now, and it's clear her tongue is working furiously in her mouth.

"I bet the Jonas boys were sorry to see you go. Did you ever do them all at once? God I'd love to have seen that"

Justin's starting to make whimpering sounds as he can't help but respond to the caress of her tongue, the warm moist press of her cheek as it bulges out, the friction as she sucks everything in, lets it slide out.

"Play with your tits. Get yourself hot too."

Her free hand moves to her chest, but she barely has time to give herself one good feel before Justin's hips are bucking and he's filling her mouth with his cum.

When he's done, after she's milked the last drop from his spent little wang, Selena climbs on top his recumbent body and locks lips.

I can't tell what he finds more surprising, the kiss itself or the fact she's making it an open mouth affair and there's clearly an exchange of fluids, some of his milky white cream overflowing and running down his chin.

As Selena rolls off, Alfredo's shocked voice claims, "That's revolting"

"I don't know, I kinda like the way I taste," and he licks up the mess.

"Whatever," the camera pans her body, head to toe in close up as she slumps next to Justin, then zooms in to the max on her cloth covered join. "Time to lose the panties, slut, so I can fuck your brains out."

"I don't think so," a voice rumbles from off camera.

It turns, comes to rest on Kenny, up out of his chair.

"What's your problem?"

"This has been just fun and games, albeit perverse, so far. Now you're talking rape, and I won't be a party to it."

"So leave"

"If I leave, she comes with me."

The video ends.

I looked up from the playback on my laptop to see her looking scared and fighting back tears.

While there were a couple people I'd have liked to have alone in a locked room right then, it's not what she needed from me at that moment.

"I have a couple questions," and the dam broke.

I was up out of the chair just holding her close as she bawled her eyes out while trying to apologize, for what, I'm not really sure. After some 10 minutes she settled down, "Better?" I asked as I stepped back.

She tried to smile, "Not really"

I sat back down. "I may be able to put the genie back in the bottle, but I do need to ask some questions."

She nodded.

"How much of that do you remember, independent of the video?"

"None, though sometimes it almost seems like I get brief flashes."

"What's the last thing you remember doing before that?"

"We were all sitting in a booth, watching … I'm not sure, one of the later acts."

"Who's we all?"

"Mom, Brian, Patti, Justin, Alfredo, Kenny – no, wait. Kenny went to track down the waitress because Justin was getting impatient. When he got back with her, all the parents left to go talk to some producer or something." She paused. "So anyway, I started feeling funny, or weird, sitting there. I thought I must be tired. We went on early; it had been a long day."

"What were you drinking?"

She smiled. "Coke. You know their rules, nothing in public until it's legal. Yeah, it was New Years, but I didn't even ask. I swear, just Coke." But I know what it looks like, she mumbled under her breath.

GHB then, I figured. Justin, Kenny or Alfredo? Kenny had the best opportunity. Certainly a question for someone else.

"What happened next?

"Next thing I know Brian is shaking me awake in the booth and Mom is saying it's time to head to the room. I'm noticing the others heading out the door when I realize my bra is missing. I'm pretty sure they never took my panties off though."

"Why's that?"

"When a guy takes your clothes off, he's generally not very gentle about it. It leaves … signs."

"I count you, Justin, Kenny and Alfredo in that room. Do you know, or even think maybe, there was anyone else?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know who it would have been."

That's probably all the useful info about that night she could give me … "When did you find out about the video?"

That might have struck a nerve, she looked thoughtful, like she had to plan out what to say.

"The truth would be the most useful answer."

Now she looked at me like maybe I didn't want to know. "After that show, Justin really started pursuing me, socially."

"I'm aware"

"In October, I finally flat out told him I wasn't interested romantically; I just wanted to hang out, be friends, have fun. Two days later he gave me that, and said we were going to start dating. The ‘or else' seemed too horrible to contemplate.

"Any special significance to October?"

She turned beet red, looked away, mumbled, "It was the first time we were hanging out since the York Fair."

Well. Fuck. Yep. Guess that means I'd better be willing to take my share of the blame for this situation.
"Does he have anything else he could use to embarrass you?"

"There are some pictures … of me… I gave him when I was trying to make the best of it, make it a real relationship. He does have his good points," she added defensively.

I shrugged. "I have a couple ideas I'll try out, but Sel, at some point, soon, you should tell your mom, Brian, and even Ricardo, about the video-"

"-NNNOOOO-"

"-You don't want them blindsided if I can't stop him."

---

A couple days later:

"George, we've got trouble. He won't answer my calls or texts. He's even got Patti ignoring me." Selena hissed in my ear.

She waited for me to answer, then noticed my lack of concern. In her normal conversational voice, she asked, "What aren't you telling me?"

"The public story will be Justin wanted some private, quiet time to himself before the start of the Believe Tour. Patti is very comfortable. The other 3 are being asked questions."

Her mouth hung open in an "O" but no sound came out.

A few days after that I was able to tell her she could pick a time for the break up at her convenience.

---

Then, about a month later:

"Did you see that tweet? ‘Stolen camera and laptop'? ‘Private footage'? He's getting ready to leak shit, isn't he?"

I took a deep breath, "Next time you talk to him, very casually ask him, if he had a choice, what building he would burn down."

Understandably she looked confused, "What? Why?"

"Trust me, just ask"

An hour later Selena rushed over and smacked me in the arm. "What did I just do? I mean I could practically see him pissing his pants over the phone."

My measured reply: "Justin bought his grandparents a new house."

She nodded, "I know"

"After they moved out, before it was sold, the old one burned to the ground."

"Uh huh"

"A while back it was suggested to him that if anything compromising about you could be traced back to him, the next building to burn would be occupied by someone he cares about. You just reminded him."

The look of utter horror and desolation on her face as she choked out "Jaxon … Jasmyn" would have been incredibly satisfying if it wasn't totally heartbreaking.

I sighed. "I'm not a total monster. It's more a Cold War strategy commonly known by the entirely appropriate acronym MAD – mutually assured destruction, with the benefit that my weapon is useless as a first strike. I sincerely hope he doesn't push, that he was honest about them giving up all copies, but if he tests me, my first choice of response would be Alfredo."

"Don't. Not even him. Please? Promise me."

I shrugged. "We'll see," and then a question I'd always had, but could never find a reason to ask suddenly sprang forth. "Why did you kiss him?"

"What? Who?"

"I'm sorry, I never meant to ask that."

"Who? I don't think I‘ve ever kissed Alfredo … we just played at being friends and now sorta are"

"On the video, after the blowjob, your mouth full, you didn't spit or swallow, you saved. You kissed Justin and swapped his load for his tongue. To the best of my knowledge, it's the only time you've done that. Why?"

"You realize I have no actual memory of doing that?"

"One of the reasons I didn't ask," I conceded.

"But I have a theory …"

"I'm listening"

"Some guys … well, it pisses me off the way they talk during sex. I don't mean dirty, that gets me going as much as the next person. I mean, like with Taylor, he'd talk down to me, humiliate me, and it just made me angry. Alfredo was doing it in the video so I'm guessing my blood was boiling but it was Justin's juice, so I tried to pay him back, but he liked it. What can you do?"

Then in her small, unsure about the consequences voice, she asked, "George, have you thought about … I mean, what happens if he goes beyond leaking the video and pictures and accuses us of kidnapping?"

"Worst case scenario?"

She just nodded.

"You understand I choose not to tell you some things because I want you to be able to say ‘I don't know' when asked"

"Now I'm saying I want to know this"

"Even if they can be found, there's no tangible connection between you and the people who asked the questions, and just their longstanding friendships link them to me. However, it's possible I made a mistake, so I would use the fact that during one of those vacations your folks are so keen on making me take, I placed a few phone calls, took some exams, made a claim on a favor owed, and came back to LA a US Marshall. I'm on indefinite unpaid leave."
I took a breath, "You're a US citizen; he's a foreign national. I'll find a friendly judge to declare you a national treasure, invoke the Patriot Act as the basis for my actions, and by the time the dust settles from the lawyering and Congressional hearings, only the most rabid Beiberettes will remember what started the whole mess in the first place."

"You think that will work?"

"The legal team will get you through it relatively untouched."

"What about you?"

I didn't have an answer ready.

She repeated, with emphasis, "What. About. You"

"Best case, I'm unemployable."

"Worst case?"

"I'm buried under a mountain of criminal charges."

"That's unacceptable."

"You remember the 2011 PCA's?"

She winced, getting my point, but still joked, "I remember you stood me and Katy up. We had such fun planned."

"That was a single, subsonic, steel jacketed .22 caliber bullet. This would be more like an anti-personel grenade, and my job is to dive on it."

"Find another way." She walked away.

---

Another month passed, now it's November:

"So he's finally accepted that we are over, the ‘news' has gone public, what do you say we step out as a couple at the Glamour thing this weekend?"

She's really improving as a dramatic actress, I can't tell if she's serious, or not.

"I think, if you're looking for a shit storm of public backlash to dwarf the reaction from that little St Lucia adventure that would do it."

She just smiled at me. "That's not a no."

"Fine, I'll make sure Brian decides to come along." His presence always seemed to reign in her PDA.

The smile got bigger. She was playing with me, and I couldn't tell who was winning.

---

Under the gaze of Mandy and Brian she behaved herself the first half of the day, through the DOL appearance, right up to the point she announced the rooming assignments. The two of us, together, in one suite, her folks in another, down the hall.

I looked to them, waited for the argument, but her mother was smiling, almost gleeful and giggly. Brian was outwardly stoic, but at best uncomfortable with the situation. I suspected he'd been outvoted, and told to shut up about it.

"Are we sure this is the arrangement we want?"

Selena linked her arm in mine, "It's the one I want"

At least she was still paying lip service to the fiction our relationship was platonic. The suite had 2 bedrooms. When I tried to reopen the discussion she'd cut me off, saying stealing 30 minutes together one month, an hour the next, hoping not to get caught, wasn't enough. We had ten hours, until breakfast tomorrow, we could use to relax and figure out where we were going, without fear of interruption or discovery. Apparently talking wasn't on the agenda though. I'd dumped my bags in the secondary room, set up my toiletries in its bath, messed up the bed and gone to fiddle with my laptop in the sitting room.

It's tough to beat the game when you don't know the rules so I was just waiting her out.

"George?" Her voice, light and lilting, came from the doorway to her room.

"Mmmm," faking indifference, not looking up.

"Will you make love to me tonight?"

Cheater. The two of us had been very careful not to use the L word in this context, but I couldn't stop myself from glancing up.

She'd washed her face clean of make-up and then applied a subtle shade to her lips. Her long brunette tresses were brushed out, naturally wavy and hanging loose, topped with a silly, white lace night cap.

The high-necked, long-sleeved, ankle length night gown was tight across her chest and hips, so flimsy and sheer that even with muted backlight from her room, while it covered everything, it concealed nothing. Not the silhouette of her figure, not the dark, inch round areolas on her breasts, not the panties underneath it. The entire thing must have been a set because her neatly maintained triangle of bush, in defiance of the current trend to go landing strip or completely shaved, showed through both layers.

I stood up. "That's some outfit"

"You like?" She raised her arms over her head and twirled around twice before heading into the room. I followed.

The back was open, almost non-existent, plunging to just above the swell of her derriere, with 2 ties, at the bust line and the neck.

"On anyone else I think it could get me arrested, on you there's no doubt."

"Good"

She sat on the edge then scooted to the center of the king size bed when I stopped next to a chair to dump my clothes as I disrobed.

"Should I kill the lights?" It seemed we almost always fucked in the dark.

"Oh no. I want to see you in all your glory, and be seen in mine."

I crawled onto the bed, lay down next to her. I half rolled, to look at her, found myself drowning in the liquid mahogany pools of her eyes, and then our lips touched.

Her hands were on my head, tugging my ears, pulling me closer, as our mouths opened to let our tongues do battle.

I slipped one hand through her hair, to the back of her neck while brushing the other across her chest, the sheer silken material stretched tight over her tits almost as soft as her skin.

She moaned into my mouth before breaking the kiss. "Play fair now. You keep that and I'll attack you. You're supposed to be the one in charge."

"Honey, when have I ever been in charge?"

"You know what I mean"

As I brought her head forward to mine, our lips again meeting, she moved her hands down, across my shoulders to lightly trace her nails on my back. We were again swapping spit when it was my turn to moan as she moved her leg, pressing her thigh into my groin, against my already throbbing erection.

"Who's not playing fair now, Selena?"

She bit my ear, then whispered, "You'll find I don't need much foreplay tonight"

I kissed her again and as I slid my hand from her chest along her ribs to her hip, the other I subtly shifted so as to pull on the bow behind her neck. After a couple minutes of frustrated fumbling, "You knotted the ties"

"Yes, yes I did."

I pushed her lightly, to roll her onto her back, as I sat up. The hem was still at her ankles, so I reached for it, to try to pull it up. The whole thing was going to have to come off over her head.

The slippery material seemed to have a mind of its own, seemed to cling to her body, seemed ready to tear at the slightest stress. I'd finally gotten the hem up to her knees when the patient exasperation in her plaintive "George" caught my attention.

I looked up to see her barely containing her laughter. "It's disposable. You're supposed to rip it off me."

Oh, the little minx …

A closer inspection of the hem revealed there were notches, and tugging at one was like opening a zipper. Before I had time to react, I had a slit from hem to waist, baring her legs and exposing her panties.

And I do mean exposing. There was plenty material to cover her bush and cup her cheeks, but the open crotch would give unfettered access to both holes.

I shifted around, bunched all the material at her navel, and positioned myself between her legs.

The cat got the canary expression on her face changed to confusion as I lifted one shapely limb and planted a kiss just above the knee.

"George?" she queried.

When asked in interviews, she had frequently answered that her legs are her best feature; it's long past time I gave them some proper attention.

The scent of her arousal was rising in the air as I kissed my way, licked my way, even delivered a few light bites on my way, the way up her thigh to her sex. She was wiggling, moaning a little, and gasped at a little love nip high on her inner thigh.

"George." This time bordering on demanding. My head was right there, all I had to do was turn to face her bare, hairless pink slit, glistening with dew. Stick my nose in there and plunge my tongue into her pretty little rosebud anus if I wanted to.

I did want to, believe me, and I turned, but all the way and back, to her other knee.

"Gee-oorge-" she wailed. As I started up her other leg, she squirmed and moaned, her impatience prompting her to take matters into her own hands.

While she'd lain back docilely for the first leg, she now had one hand mauling her chest, kneading her boobs and pulling at the pokies. Her other hand dove between her legs. With her thumb she worked her clit while she ran her fingers over and around her labia, sometimes opening her lips, but stopping short of pushing in.

When I again found myself nose deep in her sex but for the delicate little hand blocking me, I took her fingers into my mouth, savoring her essence. When I released them, she made one more leisurely pass and then brought her hand to her own mouth.

I crawled up, over her, stopped when I was looking down into her face, my erect penis resting against her wet vulva.

She put on her most convincing, sweet innocence expression and asked, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"No." The shocked anger didn't have time to fully form before I was kissing her again, and we could each taste her fluids in the other's mouth even as she wiggled to get away.

"Now I'm going to make love to you"

Her game, her rules, but that didn't mean I should be a patsy. I reached down between us, to open her folds, and felt a small soft hand guide me to her entrance.

Once again the bliss of her hot wet love furnace welcoming me, enveloping me, would be mine. She winced a little as I slowly sank in, stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

"You're still too damn big"

"And you're still incredibly tight"

Supporting my upper body above her so as to not smother her, literally, I stared into her eyes, those pools of molten chocolate, as I let gravity slowly join us. Finally I was hilt deep, our lower bodies pressed together as mine crushed hers into the mattress, and I marveled at the sensation of her walls, her womb, gripping my member, my scrotum resting against her perineum.

"Are you going to move, because I can't," she whispered.

"I don't know. I think I could be happy to stay in this position, the rest of my life."

But I marginally moved my hips, not the standard thrust, in and out, but more a roll, that ground us together.

"Ooh fuck yes, do that again" So I did it again. And she gasped out again. And so I did it again. And so did she.

But since it isn't all about rubbing her clit, I began to slowly move in and out, along with the hip rolls.

I leaned down to kiss her nose, her cheeks, her neck, her ears, leaving her to gasp and moan through her mouth. She started sweating streams as her first orgasm approached and I sped up the repetitions of my bizarre push-ups.

She gave out a little screech, eyes scrunched shut, mouth wide open, arms splayed out wide, and I rode her through it, her rippling love canal trying to squeeze the life out of me.

When her panting normalized, and she opened her eyes, "George…George … are you even … close yet?"

"No, Honey, but you were already mostly there when we started."

"Well … when you do pop… I want you to pull out … and paint me with it … OK?"

"Sure, I can do that." But in that case we needed to make some changes.

It started with bending my legs, bringing my knees up so I could sit back. This also had the effect of lifting her ass up, changing the angle of penetration, making her g-spot an easy target. But before we got into that, I grabbed for the bunched silk and pulled, expending the slit all the way to her throat, allowing direct access to her tummy and tits.

All that was left was to hook her knees over my shoulders and start pounding away.

I started slowly, probing her walls with my cock head.

"Ooh yeah, right there"

Out, then in

"Yeah, there"

Out, then in

"FUCK yes"

Having found the rhythm, the spot, I put my thrusts on autopilot. Out. With her legs bracing my upper body I reached for her bouncing breasts, mashing them together. In.

"You are-" pinching her nipples as my shaft strummed her g-spot, "-SO fucking evil"

I t probably wasn't fair, to smile so joyfully, as my rod rammed home time and again, balls slapping against her ass, as my hands teased her twins, molesting her fleshy mounds.

It probably wasn't, but I couldn't help myself. I'd broken away from her face and glanced down, and now couldn't stop watching, as my shiny cock, covered in her cum, pumped mercilessly in and out of her pretty little pink pussy.

When she realized the direction of my gaze, "AssHOLE … don' have to be so HAPPY … feels like jamming a D BATTery … in a double A slot OOH FUCK"

I froze. "Should I stop? Pull out?" I teased.

"Don't you even dream of quitting now mister"

I started back up, establishing a double time pace that soon had her gasping incoherently. When the sweat started to drop off me, dripping into her face I let a hand slide down from her chest, across her abs, under the waistband, through her bush, where it rested as I sent a couple fingertips in search of her love nub.

Caressing that little bundle of nerves was the tipping point

"Oooh… Ooooh … Ooooooh…O FUUUUCK"

This one was quite a bit more intense; I just stayed inside and held on while she exploded. She screamed out such animalistic wailing I thought she must be tearing her vocal cords (and inviting management to knock on the door) her large body muscles tensing and rolling uncontrollably, her vaginal walls quivering and clenching, trying to drag me over the edge and damn near succeeding.

It felt like it lasted just short of forever, but eventually she started calming down, and I began to move again. When intelligence lit her eyes again, I asked, "Are you ready?" and pulled out.

The first pulse shot as far as her neck, and then she had a hand on me, milking in time to the spurts, the next two shooting as far as her chest, the subsequent ones less powerful until finally she was squeezing the dregs out over her fingers.

When I was finished, and she finished, she let go and I rolled to the side to lie next to her, holding her free hand. With her business hand she proceeded to spread my seed and massage it into her skin, over her stomach , her breasts, her neck, and then she licked the excess off her hand.

Selena turned her head, a little smirk on her face, "Ready for round 2?" she asked quietly.

Of course I was ready. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'm going to clean you up, then I think we should try some doggie style"

She let go my hand, rolled up to all fours, shrugging out of the now useless night gown on the way, turned to hover over my mid-section, dipped her head and speared out her tongue, running it the length of my semi-erection.

"Damn, maybe it's just my vanity talking but I taste good on you."

"Selena, sweetheart, we both know you don't need me to make you taste good"

Her only response was a low "Mmm" as she continued to swab my cock. When I stiffened enough to lift off my gut she took me in.

As I watched her head bob up and down I wondered if the plan had changed. I reached out, to guide her to deeper action, but as soon as I touched her she popped up.

"You're ready; time to fuck." She spun herself around and then wiggled her ass at me.

Her choice of direction seemed too deliberate to be random, and she'd never been one to need to watch herself, so the fact she was now looking straight into the large panel mirror over the low chest of drawers was being driven by something else.

As I knelt behind her, rubbing my mushroom tip over her excited and inflamed labia, preparing my snake to enter her steamy jungle of love, I caught the reflection under the telltale shape of the top she'd ‘casually' left piled on the dresser.

She was recording us tonight.

"Uuunngh," she gasped as I grabbed both her hips and pushed myself forward. I slid comfortably into her dripping hole, almost nuts deep on the first thrust.

I slowly pulled out and then rammed home again. "Uuuffff," and then, "George, can we do it how I like?"

How she liked. We had discovered that, working together in the right rhythm, we could reach a place where she didn't have one big orgasm but instead a series of what we started calling ‘minigasms'. She could pop without her conscious mind and body shutting down, and the longer we went the closer she got to constant climax.

We hadn't ever quite reached that point, and we only got close with her kneeling and entered from behind.

I adopted the smooth, rhythmic piston action she needed, and she joined me, swaying forward and back.

Again in a low voice, "One other thing. When you cum, pull out and cover my back. Okay?'

"If that's what you want …" What the hell was this game? Sure, over the past couple years she'd taken a few loads to the face and body, but generally she was happy to be filled, even proud when it leaked back out. Whatever.

We worked it together, as she rocked and I thrust, sweat starting to rise. I saw the excitement rising in her expression as we locked gazes in the mirror.

I also glimpsed through the curtain of hair her jiggling breasts hanging down. Judging our movements were in sync, that I didn't need to be holding her hips, I reached forward and around with a hand.

She let out a groan and her cunt clenched as her first minigasm was triggered by my palming her tit.

"Oh god yes, that feels so good"

Her reward for that? My other hand. I now mashed her mounds together, fondling her fun bags in time to the waves pulsing through her canal, squeezing my rock hard manhood.

"Oh fuck" after a particularly intense tremor passed.

"Gods yes" after another.

Soon there wasn't hardly time for a breath in the space between the trembling and clenching, almost convulsing.

"Pound me" Drenched in sweat, my hard-on feeling bruised from the intensity of her grip, I felt the rising tide and knew I was about to disappoint her when-

"George, let go," she gasped out, "need a break"

I released her chest, and apparently I'd been holding her up, because her arms folded and she face planted in the mattress.

I stopped moving, a surge of worry stifling my impending orgasm, but when she curled her arms under her chin and looked up, back at me in the mirror, I was able to see past my concern and notice her new posture accentuated her butt, waving at me over my still intruding prick.

Well, screw this, I was naked, she should be too. I took hold the waist band of her panties and they were notched just like the night gown, and just like it, they split almost effortlessly and soon I tossed aside the silken rag.

I hawked up a gob of spit, even as I reached around to gather some of the copious amount of girl water that had been leaking out of her pussy, running down her thighs.

My aim was spot on, hitting just above her puckered little starfish and as I rubbed it, gently poked, probed her sphincter, she warned, "If you start that fire, you'd better be ready to deal with the inferno that follows."

I shifted my hips, to start pumping in and out of her shiny wet slot as I slid a finger into her poop pipe.

The thought she wanted to take it up the ass even after being sated vaginally soon had me ready to fire once again, so I vacated both holes and slid my cock along her crack as I shot my load over her. When I finished I again moved to lie next to her and she slid her knees back, to lay flat.

Tentatively, "George?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you rub it in for me?"

Sometime she was going to explain this to me, but I wouldn't ask now. I just half rolled used a hand to spread my milky white jizz over her skin and then massaged her shoulders, back, buns, as it mostly disappeared, leaving a sticky residue.

When I rolled back, finished, she grabbed my hand, licked my palm clean.

We probably laid there for a good 5 minutes, not talking, not touching, just listening to the other breathe. It was peaceful and freeing, not feeling like we had to be sneaky or someone would find out, try to stop or expose us.

I was thinking maybe we should clean up, get ready to sleep when she started moving. She sat up, crawled over me nudged my legs apart far enough to sit herself between them.

"I know you're tired, old man, and this guy," she poked my softened, shrunken pole, "is perhaps fatigued, but you started something that I aim to see you finish."

I watched as she dropped her head to my crotch and attacked my gonads. She started out licking my sack clean, but quickly she sucked one ball then the other into her mouth, all the while humming tunelessly.

It felt good enough to make me fidget, and when she looked up to see me stiffening, she got that Cheshire cat grin going, and crawled back up over me.

She came up far enough to give me a quick, close-mouthed kiss before moving back to drop her butt on my cock.

I grabbed her hips to stop her- "It's my turn to be on top-" she protested as I was saying, "You've got a public appearance in 16 hours. We need jelly and some proper stretching."

She gave me a rueful smile, "Let's us not pretend I'm not already going to be sore tomorrow… but you're probably right. Stay put."

She bounded over to her bags, dug through one to find a tube of KY, and came back. She plopped her ass on my chest and then leaned forward. "You've got until I get you properly greased, then I'm going to saddle up and ride till I pass out."

"Then you ‘d better give me some of that," I reached out and she squeezed a generous dollop onto my hand. She brought her face down close to my cock as she applied the lube, which had the effect of pushing her ass into the air, shaking in my face.

With my dry hand I caressed her buns, lightly prying the cheeks apart to get the jelly directly to her backdoor. I spread a liberal amount around the area and then slipped a finger inside.

"Oooooh, you have no idea how that feels"

I did actually, since she could get dirty with the best of them and wasn't shy about playing with my ass when it suited her, though that didn't seem to be on tonight's agenda either.

She had both hands wrapped around my pole, sliding up and down, friction free, bringing me to full hardness.

I casually brushed a few fingers of my free hand across her slit, up to her clit, as I wedged a second up into her rectum.

"Uuunnff …If you trying to distract me, it's not going to work."

"Just trying to make it good"

She started rocking her body humping herself on my hand as I tried to stretch her out and lube her up, so I went ahead and poked a couple fingers past her lips, into her pussy even as I left the thumb to twiddle her button.

As she ground herself into my grip, she lost focus on her task and just held on tight, without stroking, and then I heard it.

Very softly, with each push back, "d.p."

"d.p."

Direct pressure to her clit. "OOH fuck … d.p."
Making sure to be active with the digits inside each orifice. "Oh yes … D.P."

Louder now "D.P."

She was doing most of the work with her bouncing back and forth so how do I push her over the edge?

"DEE. PEE." She was fairly shouting now; desperate times, desperate measures.

I gave up her clit to twist my wrist around, probe for her g-spot even as I tried to jam a third intruder into her bunghole.

She surged forward. I didn't have any way to hold on without hurting her so my fingers popped out of both cavities. She spun around, crawled back over me as I was going to sit up, stared down into my eyes.

"Asshole, trying to trick me like that. You're not getting off that easy."

She reached back to point me to the ceiling, lowered her ass till I was poking right at her puckered little hole.

She sat up straight, used gravity to impale herself on my post and grimaced while saying, "Damn that feels good."

She started out slowly, bouncing up and down, running her hands through her hair, gazing into the mirror, or perhaps the camera.

Soon enough she was riding me like a pogo stick, poop chute squeezing tightly, girl water leaking out the front, puddling on my groin.
"Goddamn"
"Oh fuck"

Eyes scrunched shut, she was mashing her own tits, leaving me to just clutch her thighs and thrust up as best I could.

I took a stab at getting a hand to her crotch when "EEEIIIAAYY" she pitched backward gushing cum all over. Somehow I sat up fast enough to avoid having my cock snapped in half, and as I watched her body convulse, her chest heave as she tried to breathe, I exploded into her bowels.

I pumped streams of hot white semen into her rectum as I supported her spasming body on my legs. I was finished after six, seven spurts and her trembling seemed to be calming, but her eyes remained closed.

I reached for her wrist; her pulse was strong, steady and very quick.

I waited and her eyes finally popped open. "Oh my" she breathed out.

"How do you feel?"

"Good, maybe a bit tired"

I shifted a bit, slid my softening dick out of her butt, "Maybe we should think about sleep soon"

She rolled off me, off the bed, crossed to the dresser, tossed the top aside and fiddled with her camcorder.

I knew she wanted me to ask, so, "What did you just do?"

"WE … just made a sex tape. And god it felt good, you know." Then she turned to face me, "Are you mad?"

"Only if you don't let me have a copy for the library"

"Library?"

"Next time lunch is at my place, ask to see a sample"

She nodded. "How do you feel about a bath before bed? I feel sweaty, dirty, dry and sticky. Using your spunk as lotion didn't turn out like I expected."

"Am I allowed to ask?" as we headed to the master bath.

"At some event or other I overheard Miley gossiping about how she liked to rub Liam's cum into her skin. How she was actually wearing that very night. I thought I'd try it."

We were in the tub, helping scrub the other clean with playfully wandering hands when, "Maybe it needs to be Liam's, because of his diet or something"

I stopped moving. "Don't. Let it go." I'd hoped she‘d moved past that.

Her laugh rang out like a bell. "You're right. … Well, at least until they're happily married."

"Not to change the subject, but d p?

She blushed a little. "One of my as yet unrealized fantasies is two flesh and blood cocks at once. I haven't really figured out how to arrange it yet."

"You don't have two friends willing to accommodate you?"

"I always see you as the guy in my ass, but I don't think we've met anyone you'd simultaneously share me with"

I had to ask.

We managed to get ourselves cleaned up, toweled off, and she was pulling a T-shirt over her head as I studied her bed. I'm not sure there was a contiguous dry square foot.

Mickey's ears covered her breasts and the hem was just long enough to shade her sex, but if she turned around I'd probably catch a glimpse of butt cheek.

"If you promise to behave yourself, we should probably share my bed."

She smiled, "Sounds wonderful"

I pulled on a pair of boxers, slipped under the covers. It was a queen size bed, we're adults, we should be able to do this.

"George?"

"Mmm"

"Did you mean it?"

Oh boy. "Mean what?"

"When you said you'd be happy to spend the rest of your life inside me"

Where was she going with this? "Yes"

"Let's do a trial run tonight"

"What?"

She moved over, next to me, bare arms touching, "I'm not saying we fuck all night… just that we slide together and sleep that way." She added, "You're still a bit excited after all," while patting the bulge in my boxers.

"All right, all right, we can try this, but remember, we both of us need to get some rest."

She fished my hardening member out through the pee hole, straddled my hips while guiding my rod into her slot and then laid down, head resting on my chest.

In 30 seconds I listened to her breathing slow and deepen, and she was out like a light.

I lightly stroked her spine through the cotton, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to fall asleep.

--

I zonked out somehow, because in the disorientation of first wakening, I was aware of considerable weight bearing me down and a sticky wetness around my groin area as the radio played softly in the background.

By habit I'd set the alarm asap yesterday because I never knew what craziness the girl still laying atop me would get me into.

I gently shook her shoulder and she stirred, stretched and realized we were still connected. The smile almost split her face in two.

"I had such wonderful dreams. In fact, the only ones that could compare would be from the night I passed out with my vibrator still on."

What I wanted to do was roll over and pound her into the mattress, what I said was, "You should use your own bathroom this morning, or we'll miss breakfast"

"Would that be so bad?"

"Did you already run through today's schedule?" I knew the answer, she knew I knew the answer, so the real question was: how sex crazed are we?

"Don't you ever get tired of being right all the time?"

"When it comes to your public life, never, but that's balanced by almost never being right about your private life."

She stuck her tongue, but rolled off me, and then out of bed as I stifled a groan of relief after slipping out of her oven.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one having good dreams last night." There was plenty of semen mixed in the fluids now leaking from between her legs.

"Go get cleaned up. We're supposed to be down the hall in … Shit, 24 minutes. Hurry up" I'd slept through half the time it had been playing.

We were late, but not by much.

Halfway through breakfast, after the time table review, Mandy asked, "Did you two get anything resolved?"

"He insists on waiting 9 months to even discuss dating, like he wants to make sure I'm not pregnant or something. As if he doesn't track my periods more closely than I do."

That was quite a leap from telling her I couldn't consider us stepping out as a couple until August. A leap in the wrong direction. Mandy left it alone and went back to talking Glamour.

Does afterglow last hours, like all day? I don't know, but she was radiant, and single, at the Glamour Women of the Year party that evening.

--

Two weeks later we had an uncomfortable, silent staring contest for a lunch meeting. At the end she put a memory card on the table and slid it over.

I put my hand on hers, "What are you doing?"

"You asked for a copy for your library." She looked away, maybe fighting back tears.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about. If you want to punish me, there are less self-destructive ways to do it."

She looked back sharply. "You know I never thought about it punishing you until my mother asked me that this morning. I just thought I was trying to have fun, hang out with a guy who likes being seen in public with me."


"Did you consider someone, anyone else? You could call … Will, maybe. He and Debby don't appear to have hit it off."

""You like Will so much you call him."

"After the last time I spoke to him for you? No, you should call him"

She actually smiled. "That was pretty funny, him calling you my pimp."

"For you maybe, but Selena, please, just think about what you're doing"

"OK I'll think about it. But George, if I was looking to punish you, after everything that's happened, wouldn't my hanging out with Justin some more just drive you fucking nuts."