Jude6
08-06-2011, 01:45 AM
A Proactive Man – Young and Old
Featuring Selena Gomez & Leighton Meester
Written by Jude
(MF, FF, cuckold)
This Fictional story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended Please Stop Reading
"The only reason you're here is because I manipulated you into coming here." Selena Gomez, the nubile, olive skinned teen starlet stated gravely. She was laying beneath her older 'Monte Carlo' co-star Leighton Meester, on the queen sized bed in the back of Selena's trailer.
Leighton, never one to be outplayed this close to a mattress just shrugged and smiled, "You can't rape the willing Sel."
Selena nodded, a small smile slipping across her features as she took a breath and shuffled back, out from under Leighton a little to prop herself up on her elbows.
"And" she added slowly. "The only reason I'm here is because some guy named Jay on the Crew is blackmailing me... he's watching us right now."
Leighton's mouth fell slightly ajar, and for a second she was imitating a goldfish, opening and closing those pouty, bottom heavy lips in disbelief. Suddenly she moved, twisted her torso and rolled off Selena, off the bed and to the floor, snatching up her sweater and holding it to her chest, covering those glorious bra wrapped breasts.
"What, like through a video camera?" Leighton looked around with anxious suspicion, eyes not falling on my peep-hole but strafing close by.
Her words brought me back to reality, I couldn't be distracted thinking about either of their bodies right now, I was outed.
Devious little Selena Gomez had played me, wanting to incorporate somebody from outside our pairing as a life-raft. My hands balled into fists, clenching the digital camera I'd been cradling this whole time; the original plan had been to get some snaps of Leighton in flagrante with an underage girl. It was thin as far as blackmail went but it could have been a start.
Selena shook her head, thick black mane flowing around her ears before she climbed to her knees, she was dressed right now in panties and a thin polyester skirt patterned with flowers and panties, no top or bra because Leighton had pulled her shirt off not a minute ago.
She didn't put her shirt back on, despite the abrupt end to their little girl-on-girl make-out session "No, he's in the trailer right now."
And then little Selena looked right down the barrel of my peephole, smiling wickedly. "Well Jay, you might as well come out now."
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to throw open the door, stride to the bed and spank Selena as hard as possible. Instead I opened the door slowly, stepping out with as much dignity as I could muster, after all I had prepared for something like this.
Selena smiled victoriously at me, and between us Leighton was glaring, her face flushed red with anger or embarrassment I'm not sure. Nothing else for it, I nodded curtly to the two of them "Miss Gomez, Miss Meester."
"How dare you, 'Miss Nothing' you sicko!" Leighton suddenly found her voice and threw her words at me, enraged. "Do you know how old she is!? Do you know the laws against non-consensual sex with a minor!? And you're blackmailing her, perfect, there's another felony right there, Give me your name!"
As loud as I didn't want her to be, the walls of these trailers weren't so thick, I could focus on nothing but Selena, she still had not dressed, kneeling on the centre of the bed with nothing on but that skirt and a smug smile. I could see from here, her nipples were like diamond points and for a moment I thought 'Leighton must be one hell of a kisser.'
I shook my head forcibly, both to dislodge the unproductive distraction and to respond to Leighton's question. "No" I finally responded to the irate, modestly covering actress. "I don't have to say shit to you sweetheart, this is a European country, the legal age of consent is seventeen here and it all happened here."
Leighton gave a derisive 'Ha', pulling the sweatshirt tighter across her chest, enough for the tips of her spectacular breasts to press through it just a little. "Do you really think that'll fly in the US, and I know the local laws, what you've done to the poor girl is still charged as a felony."
I shrugged "Yeah about that... Selena may remember our encounter today on Location. I have an audio recording of her rendering consent, asking me to... what was it?"
Leighton looked affronted, head snapping around and eyes fixing on Selena who still hadn't budged an inch. Her pursed lips parted finally, mouthing wordlessly for a moment before intoning; "Please, fuck me, I want it, I need it, make me cum, cum hard."
The recitation was flat, lifeless but still it was enough to make my defeated member jerk a little in my pants.
"That... doesn't change a thing" Leighton said slowly, grasping at straws. "So you have a recording, and whatever blackmail material, I'm guessing dirty pictures."
Leighton looked around at me again, trying to regain some of her faltered fury.
I said nothing, thinking of the negatives roll, I had hidden it in a hollowed out leg of the old arm chair in my motel room just in case of this. However the recent, self-developed Nine-by-twelve copies of the photos were sitting in a folder on my bedside table for anyone to find. Shit.
"Yeah, he has photos" Selena said under her breath, Leighton nodded, suddenly smug again.
"Underage porn...? Even if you found someone to sell them too online, these things can be blocked."
Leighton turned again, giving Selena a reassuring look.
"Really" Selena questioned.
Leighton nodded, giving her a significant glance. "I almost got in the same boat with a tape last year, but I made it go away." Back to me she glared, "I'm good at these things by now."
Leighton's expression suddenly softened, she turned one final time to Selena, suddenly anxious; "You should probably put your shirt back on Sel, before I call security on the Lech."
And then, the most amazing thing that could have happened, happened. Selena shook her head, looking past Leighton and right into my eyes, smiling "No, I don't think I will, and don't call security."
The little schemer turned her smile on Leighton, her tongue slipped from her lips and licked left, then right, looking Leighton up and down hungrily.
I gasped, very small and quiet, in surprise, beneath my jeans my member suddenly throbbed, trying to stand at attention.
I heard Leighton's little gasp a second later as the penny dropped, she looked back and forth between us, fear and anxiety twisting her angelic features.
For a solid five count there was no sound in the trailer, then all at once the conscious realization dawned on me. Little Selena Gomez had made a power-play, but Leighton wasn't going for it, the skinny little Disney product wanted to be on top.
The anger that filled me up was white hot, I didn't even have to tell my legs to move, they strode of their own accord towards the bed.
Leighton started and stepped back, clutching the sweater tighter to her body as I passed, not paying her any mind and grabbed Selena by the hair. She yelped and grabbed at my arm as I tugged her back, holding her body at an angle with knees and calves still horizontal on the bed I raised one hand.
"You Dumb Little Bitch!" I snapped and slapped her hard on the left breast. The noise she made started as a yelp but turned quickly into a loud, rasping moan, so deep and pleasurable was the sound it stopped me from laying another blow.
Selena looked up into my eyes, pleading with me for a moment before turning her big brown pupils to Leighton. I looked around; Leighton was backing up towards the door, her bra exposed again fleetingly as she brought her sweater around and pulled it on properly.
"You two are sick" Leighton stated wildly, her backwards stride was slow and tense, as though she expected me to pounce on her next.
"Please" I heard Selena plead suddenly, sounding so small and desperate before adding in an even smaller voice. "Don't leave me alone with him."
Leighton's long, toned legs were halted by the words, her hands fumbled with the zipper of her sweatshirt and all at once I could see the desire to step forward again in her eyes.
Selena's innocent little face was twisted with pleading, a red handprint already starting to appear over her pert little breast. I almost laughed, but thankfully contained myself; Selena was making a play, and it wasn't over yet.
Leighton's bare feet moved again, she took one step forward, closer to the bed, eyes now fixed, scared and defiant on me.
"Please" I heard Selena whisper, she was looking up into my eyes again, pleading not for mercy but something else, Permission? Power?
I complied and let go of her hair, she sagged onto the bed, sighing for a moment before rising again and holding her arms out towards Leighton.
The deer in the headlights didn't move for a moment, just watched those outstretched hands before finally she relented and approached, skirting as wide as the confined space allowed away from me before sitting back on the end of the bed.
Selena shot me a quick warning glance, this interaction relied on my presence being scary but not too scary, otherwise Leighton was gone.
The older girl relaxed slightly when the younger grabbed her, closing her in a tight hug, Selena's bare breasts crushing and rubbing against the half-zipped sweatshirt.
They held each other for a moment, finally Selena moved her head, twisting it around and kissing Leighton on the cheek. I stepped back, folding my arms and leaning against the counter as Selena pivoted her head, finding Leighton's lips and kissing her again. Their hug relaxed and they got a little apart from each other, Selena kissed Leighton again and again, each time approaching, eyes asking permission before laying a soft, moaned peck onto flushed pink lips.
Selena's hands found the zipper of Leighton's sweatshirt and unzipped it once again, slowly, pulling it apart to reveal Leighton's gorgeous, trembling bosom.
Leighton gulped, shooting me a nervous glance as Selena bobbed her head lower, planting a trail of kisses down her chest. A few times I saw Selena's lips break the contact but her tongue was poked out, maintaining it, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that was glossing the older girls' body.
Selena pulled away, holding Leighton's hands as she backed up, pulling her onto her knees on the bed.
Once they were both kneeling on the sheets Selena leant in close to Leighton's ear, licking it delicately, with just the tip of her tongue before whispering "take off my panties."
Selena then leant away, all the way until she tipped onto her back, legs kicking free to either side of Leighton who hesitated nervously before reaching, long, manicured fingers under Selena's skirt.
Selena sighed, digging her bony elbows into the sheets, pressing her bare feet to the tops of Leighton's calves and raising her hips off the bed as her pink and white rose patterned panties were tugged off.
Leighton held the adorable little things in front of her, almost defensive of the younger girl's sexual onslaught. Selena smiled encouragingly at her, getting back onto her knees and kissing Leighton on the lips again, little hands grabbing Leighton's breasts and massaging them.
They tipped again, this time because the little girl was pushing her older partner backwards, a sudden fall knocked the breath out of Leighton when she landed on her back.
"Are you wearing anything under those shorts" Selena asked, again in that innocent, deadly whisper that made my crotch hurt.
Leighton shook her head and I couldn't help but groan with pleasure, I had to move, so I reached down and unzipped my fly, freeing my now painfully erect member from my pants. I wanted to- had to touch them so badly. But as the sound of the zipper drew Leighton's sudden, fearful attention I knew Selena was right, I could only keep Leighton here by representing a threat, if I actually became one then it would be over.
Selena got to her knees, skinny legs resting on either side of Leighton's round, pink flushed hips. The younger girl moved forward, the thin polyester of the skirt brushing up along Leighton's full, sweat glistening body. In seconds Selena was on her knees over the older girl's face, the front of her skirt stopped at Leighton's chin.
"Please" Selena whispered once again, looking down the length of her nubile young body to those smaller, widened brown eyes. "Be gentle... he never was."
Leighton nodded, still anxious before Selena pinched the front of her skirt, lifting it up and over the crown of Leighton's head. Selena turned, looking at me and grinning with a suddenly evolved, predatory smile as she lowered her knees.
She stopped suddenly, groin jutting against something under the skirt and Selena Gomez's face fluttered, her hips twitched involuntarily as the older girl licked or sucked or tongued her pussy.
I groaned again, seeing the little girl begin to slowly rock her hips against Leighton's face, she moaned a tiny little sound. Just one but eventually followed by another, then a pair of little moans together before turning into a steady string of them, each one unique as a snowflake with mingled little squeaks and gasps and groans.
Leighton's arms moved suddenly, raising from her sides and curling around the base of each of Selena's thighs, holding loose for a second before her grasp became tense, tightening and pressing Selena's rocking hips against her face as she lapped at the seventeen-year-olds moist folds.
I groaned again, drawing Selena's attention to me, she moaned through O shaped lips, eyes heavy lidded and managed to smile again at me. "You really want to see what's going on down there don't you?"
I nodded, unable to form the words of me request, she looked so sexy, dominating a girl five years her elder, hips starting to undulate around in circles against a probing tongue.
Selena licked her lips pleasurably and added "She's good too, so eager to- ugh" Selena's hips suddenly came to a quivering halt, her eyes and mouth stretching wide with a gasp. Leighton's fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs over the skirt as some fierce tonguing technique was used.
The younger girl groaned again, her hips jerking slightly with refractory pleasure before she caught sight of my agonized face and nodded at me. Her little hands grasped Leighton's flexing palms, prying them away before suddenly getting to her feet on the bed.
I stared, open mouthed at Leighton's face, she looked wild; eyes full of stars and staring up at the moist, dripping cunt raised a few feet above her head, lips pulled wide and gasping for air. Her whole face was wet either with her own sweat or Selena's sweet, sticky pussy juice.
Selena fiddled for a moment with the tie to her skirt, finally getting it loose she raised and pulled one leg out, letting it drop around her other ankle before adjusting her footing to about face, now able to look straight ahead at Leighton's supple, quivering twenty-four year old body.
Selena lowered herself again onto Leighton's face again, the older girl gasped and smacked her lips with desire as the warm, wet seventeen-year-old cunt was offered, now uncovered back to her lips.
Those lips rose with Leighton's craning neck, meeting Selena's pussy when she was almost there, now pressing back as Selena saddled her face. Leighton's pale pink lips stretched over the length of Selena's slit, her tongue moving and pressing to the sides of those lips as she lapped and jabbed at Selena who was already resuming her moaning.
I leant forward, craning my neck to see Leighton's exposed nose, less than an inch from being buried in Selena's tight little ass-hole. Each deep exhale that cute little nose pushed out caused a sudden quiver of the younger girl's untouched behind. I can't believe I hadn't ever thought about Selena's back-door before, we'd have to remedy that soon.
Back on the business end of Selena's groin, Leighton's breasts and chest were rising and falling, animal like, those large, succulent tits straining desperately against the sheer bra, nipples already jabbing visibly through thin cups.
Selena seemed to have the same idea, because suddenly she was prying Leighton's hands away from her bare thighs again, leaving nails marks, freeing her arms up so the little girl could reach down, grabbing the bra and tugging on it.
But after a few seconds effort her hands faltered, it was stretched too tight over the arousal engorged bosom to pull away and Leighton was pressed too deep between the mattress and her rocking pussy.
I suddenly saw my chance to help, turning and yanking open the top kitchen drawer I found a small steak-knife. I reached out, carefully staying to Selena's front so Leighton couldn't see me, and handed the little girl the knife.
She grinned at me and took it, lowering it gingerly to the massive, rising and falling chest before slipping the tip of the blade under the loop in the front and slicing it.
The bra cups snapped away suddenly and Leighton's breasts were revealed, they were a generous C-cup, skin stretching in the middle as they parted with gravity- wide, pale maroon areolas that were ringed with tiny good-bumps.
Selena squealed with delight and bent lower, grabbing the soft shuddering breasts in each hand, only just managing to stretch her little fingers down to their edges to squeeze them. She started to massage the fantastic tits, drawing sudden, unexpected moans from Leighton who tucked her chin up, narrowing her lips and forcing them in between Selena's outer pussy-lips, tongue now jerking back and forth, the hot slithering thing penetrating Selena as deep as it could go.
Selena moaned again, thighs clenching tight to Leighton's cheek-bones, it was too much. She was trapping this older girl between her thighs, ordering her about. I wondered if this was a side of Selena that had been created by me, or just let out.
Either way the writhing, olive skinned young lady didn't seem to care, tilting herself forward now until she was able to reach out and grasp Leighton's blue denim short-shorts.
Again Selena paused in her actions, hips still rocking automatically now, to look up at me, smiling with her hands pressed right over Leighton's squirming crotch.
I raised my eyebrows, making a show of looking like I could care less. Selena glared another smile at me before her nimble little fingers went to work, the shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds.
Tugging them down took more effort, every time Selena's palms would press too hard against the crotch Leighton would utter a delighted little groan.
After almost a minute Selena had tugged the shorts down far enough for both of us to gape, Leighton wasn't wearing anything under the shorts, just a small patch of blonde, girl-cum soaked pubic hair between the world and her glistening, quivering sex.
Selena laughed lightly, yanking the shorts with more insistence down Leighton's thick, smooth thighs, past her shivering knees and long, glossy calves.
Leighton took over suddenly, legs splaying and kicking the shorts off her ankles, she was too deep in now; I could see the fresh weeping juice flowing from the older girl’s long, heavy lipped pussy and staining the bed-sheet.
Selena's demanding hands grasped Leighton's heavy, supple thighs, pressing finger tips into the flesh and pushing Leighton's legs wider apart. The older girl accommodated, spreading her legs so wide apart she almost did a sideways split, I stared incredulous as one of Leighton's quivering feet stopped just inches from my knee.
Selena bent low, hands flattened and jamming in from either side of Leighton's legs, they slid between the bed-sheets and Leighton's pressed butt-cheeks, little fingertips finding and twisting up into the crevice. Selena pulled Leighton's nethers apart as wide as they would go, giving me one innocent little fluttering of her eyelashes before bending her head down and burying her little face in Leighton's wet pussy.
Leighton Meester gasped suddenly, mouth pulling away from Selena's dripping cunt just long enough to register her shock at the sudden feeling of Selena's little tongue sliding tentatively up her slit.
The older girl's legs bent at the knee, toes flexing and stretching out, almost touching the top of Selena's head she rolled her hips suddenly upward, trying to coax Selena into tonguing deeper into her.
Selena raised her head again, drew a sudden gasp for air before diving back in, the two girls kept up like this, Leighton resuming her own suckling.
Between the press of their now sweaty bodies Selena's belly and nipples quivered and wobbled, Leighton's breasts were far more impressive, jiggling with each rock of Selena's hips against her, the longer, stony nipples jerking and occasionally scraping against the front of Selena's hips.
The two sixty-nined each other for a solid ten minutes, every once in a while one would make a special little lick or nipping bite and practically force steam out of the mouth attached to their own dripping cunt.
Leighton was winning, drawing more gasps from the little girl wrapped over the top of her sumptuous body, had just done it again when suddenly I caught sight of Selena's abdomen, her muscles were clenching and unclenching, pulling the pleasure up her body in waves to her perky, jiggling little breasts. She was close.
Leighton didn't seem to notice, just kept nibbling and sucking on Selena's clit, drawing a sudden flurry of drawn out moans from the younger girl.
Selena suddenly rocked back, sitting vertical on the older girl's face, her own face caked with Leighton's pleasure goo, little hands clapped to her b-cup tits, pinching her nipples. She started undulating up and down, would have risen clean off her partner if Leighton's desperately devouring mouth hadn't been so hungry for the taste that her neck craned to rise with it.
Suddenly Selena gave one long, high pitched squealing moan and her whole body shuddered to a halt.
Leighton's licking and lapping stopped suddenly, her arms wrapped all the way around the base of each of Selena's skinny thighs and she held Selena's jerking pussy to her wide lips, sucking deeply as the climax washed down her mouth.
Selena kept cumming for almost two minutes, her face frozen in a painfully pleasured mask the whole time before finally going slack. She fell down onto Leighton's body again, this time both their breasts lining up and crushing against the others hips. Selena rolled off and away, sighing happily and laying upside down next to the unsatisfied older girl.
Leighton's whole body was still trembling, quaking in little spasms all over from how close she'd come to her orgasm. She kept smacking her lips, tasting and re-tasting Selena, a struck look on her glistening face.
"Sel?" she said at last, exhausted "what about me?"
Selena looked over, like she'd almost forgotten Leighton was there and suddenly smiled.
She raised a hand, bringing it down suddenly and slapping Leighton on the tender flesh between clit and belly button.
"Sorry Lei, I'll get you next time."
I ignored Leighton's pathetic little whisper "Next time" and stepped forward from the counter, loosening my belt and grasping my member as I approached Leighton's trembling thighs.
"I'll get her now" I offered, grasping my desperately hard member in my right hand, getting one knee on the bed.
Suddenly Selena rolled over, back onto Leighton's body but didn't pay the older girl any mind, she grabbed my dick in a tight, aggressive grip.
"No" the little girl asserted, hunched over Leighton's still wet and trembling pussy like a mother bird with her eggs.
I looked at her with wide eyes for a long few seconds, unable to believe what I was seeing.
Finally I reached down, grasping Selena's wrist with my left hand and prying her hand free from my shaft, she looked up at me, giving me another innocent smile.
My right hand shot across suddenly, WHACK, Selena rocked sideways from the force of the smack, recoiling suddenly and looking up at me, hurt and afraid.
I glared for a moment before turning suddenly gentle and reaching out, taking her jaw line in each hand and bringing her face closer just as the red mark of my palm sizzled into view.
Leighton was silent as a mouse, face to crotch with Selena's still spent pussy, she knew what was going on but hoped not to be noticed. Beneath Selena and my close faces her hips and crotch were still quivering, screaming 'Penetrate Me' as far as I was concerned.
Selena looked up at me, a pleading apology in her eyes. I nodded then quickly grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward. She yelped, her whole body falling and flailing on Leighton's as I yanked her down to the end of the bed.
Quickly I grabbed Selena's waist, twisting her around and tipping her over. She was dropped unceremoniously on her back on Leighton's belly, her head falling onto Leighton's shoulder and their two moist pussies lined up, one right on top of the other.
I glared rage at both of them for a few seconds, their cornered and fearful returning gazes turning me on to no end as I blindly pulled my pants down and off.
Without hesitation I jumped onto the bed, falling on them and seriously winding Leighton with Selena and my combined weight now resting on her belly.
Then I shifted my gaze totally to Selena, reaching down and finding her freshly-orgasmed, over-sensitive pussy, I grabbed it, gripping it tight until she gasped in pain. Quickly I thrust forward, guiding myself low with my hands and brushed the tip of my dick against Leighton's slippery lips.
She gasped even louder, hands reaching around Selena wildly, grabbing my face and trying to pry me off of them.
"Relax" I snapped at her as she hooked two soft fingers into my jaw, trying to push me away. "I'm not going to take you yet."
I guided my member back up, finding Selena's overly sensitized cunt again and thrusting forward suddenly. She was still so tight but easy to penetrate as I slid in on her own juices and Leighton's saliva.
The younger girl gasped again as I forced all the way inside her, only stopping when I felt my dick-head jut up against the back wall inside her cunt, I pulled half out and slid right back in again.
She yelped in pain, a few salty tears squeezing free from Selena's eyes as I fucked her, getting quickly harder, thrusting hard enough to be ramming Leighton's ass deep into the mattress.
But as much as I wanted to prolong Selena's painfully sensitized fucking, her punishment, I couldn't hold on if I'd wanted to, their little show had been too good.
I only got two dozen pumps or so until suddenly I felt my balls tightening, thinking quickly, I pulled out and grabbed my dick, pointing it low just in time to shoot my load onto both their moist, quivering pussies.
Leighton gasped and shuddered when she felt the copious amounts of my seed spraying onto her, she tried to back away again but Selena's weight kept her in place.
I roared with pride, leaning back and admiring my handiwork painted across two famous pussies as Selena drew one ragged breath after another, it had been too much for her, as she finally rolled off Leighton and away I could see the painful horseshoe arch she kept her legs in.
With a smile I climbed off the bed and pulled my pants back on, this was much like all our other refractory periods. Selena and I knew what to do, Leighton however was lying completely still, unable to process what had just happened.
"You should get up and get dressed now" Selena whispered into her ear, the older girl still didn't move, too afraid.
Selena barely hesitated, leaning over again as she pulled her panties back on, "I'm serious, he recovers fast and if your pussy is out for too long he will fuck you."
Suddenly Leighton woke up, her long and supple legs snapped shut, thighs jiggling slightly with the impact and she rolled over to grab her shorts, the corner of her eye fixed suspiciously on me.
I watched both of them, Leighton pulled her sweatshirt back on and clutched her ruined bra in both hands, mourning its loss. Selena was the opposite, she left the skirt on the bed, dressed only in panties and tight t-shirt she nodded to me and smiled, a good sign that she'd accepted her punishment gracefully.
I nodded to both the girls "Miss Gomez, always a pleasure, Miss Meester, I look forward to the next time" before turning on my heel and walking out.
Selena had surprised me so much, handling Leighton like that; I knew she had her older co-star wrapped around her little finger. Any misgivings Leighton had about tattling on us Selena would take care of. I crossed the set with pride, getting into my car and driving back to the motel, I hadn't noticed how much sweating I had done when the girls had been going at it but I was swimming in it now.
I parked in the Motel lot, rolling out of the car and crossing to my crappy little motel room and its crappy little door.
What I saw made me hesitate, the door was sitting ajar, just an inch of dim orange light spilling out onto the cloudless blue-black evening. The location scouts had told us that crime and break-ins were fairly infrequent in Monaco, what with almost eighty percent of the population made up of wealthy foreigners.
I inched forward, feeling my heart beating in my throat, an ordinary man would have turned back, got into the car and called the local police. But I had pictures of Selena in there, pictures I wanted kept quiet just as much as Selena.
The door creaked as it swung open and I stepped inside, "Shit" I muttered upon seeing the whole room tossed, the bed-side table was blank and empty, furniture was tipped over, a crate of personal sound-equipment strewn about the place.
"Hi, have a seat."
I started, turning and looking to the darkened front corner of the room, it was the Fat Paparazzi; Tim Moorling, he was staring at me with a toothy smile. If he was in my motel room then he had to know my name. SHIT! Not even Selena knew my surname.
At least I didn't have to worry about some B'and'E punk running around willy-nilly with the damning photos of Selena. With that one tiny positive thought to pluck me up I closed the door. Stepping into the room I didn't take my eyes off the Fat Pap, he was sitting in the chair I had screwed the leg off of and hid his negatives case in, all four of the legs looked intact; but he was smiling too much to not have found it.
I stepped up to the other side of the overturned table, standing behind the empty seat facing his but not sitting.
"I saw you leaving my hotel, recognised you right away too, surprising considering how faceless most of you film crew grunts can be."
"I'll take that as a compliment" I said, putting the swagger in both my step and my voice, couldn't look weak right now. Not when he could see me.
"You think you're so clever, so noble" Tim began, clearly wanting to rub it in. "I've got to admit so did I for a while, for two days I followed both you and her around, wasn't hard what with how close the two of you seemed to be keeping. For a while there I even thought you were one of those Hollywood Handlers I’d heard about...”
I suppressed a grimace, I’d had a lot more than hearsay experiences with ‘Handlers.’ Private Detectives on retainer for a rare few Celebrities. It plucked me up a little, if Moorling thought I was a Hollywood Handler then he didn’t know as much as I was giving him ******; Selena couldn’t afford a Handler if she needed one, and any Handler worth his salt would have handled the Fat Pap in a much scarier way than I did.
Fatso went on “...But then I saw this.” His hand moved and I tensed, only relaxing slightly when I saw him pull a glossy photograph out of his jacket pocket and toss it to the floor in front of my chair.
I glanced down, not wanting to take my eyes off of him for too long, and swallowed a gulp. It was a photo, surprisingly hi-res, of Selena and me in the back-seat of the company car. Boy does she look petite in comparison to me.
"And this" Tim added, flicking another photo carelessly on top of the first, Selena and me again, on the rooftop of the building overlooking the shoot. He had been on one of the rooftops above us, climbing down after he got his money shots to continue taking snaps of the girls on the set.
Shit!
"You know it never occurred to me to try and blackmail sex out of that hot little slut, kudos to you."
This guy was testing the limits of my Ataraxia; I glared at him again, wondering what other photos he may have and how I could get them from him.
"But now that you've planted the idea in my head, I'm thinking I bring the new photos out to the set, sample some of that petite little ass seeing as how she's giving it away."
I gulped, the thought of that fat prick sweating on top of Selena gave rise to a strangely protective urge in me. "And then...?"
"And then?" he parroted, voice suddenly rising to a yell. "Then I clean the little bitch out! Get myself some of that Disney money, seeing as how I can't sell my photos to Trenka Media anymore. I'm curious, what did you tell them about me?"
I shrugged, playing it cool while thinking that he should be more worried about what they told me about him.
"Fine don't tell me, there'll always be other buyers, and I got some good new pictures to peddle now."
I glared again, fingers white knuckling the back of the chair; my face was in those photos. He couldn't be allowed to sell them.
"I'm not gonna let you show those photos to another living soul, just so you know."
He barked a derisive laugh, leaning back and smiling at me. "You won't touch them, after I developed those babies I mailed the negatives-" he reached down and touched the front left leg of his chair, my hideaway leg. "And the one that was in here... somewhere safe."
That made me smile.
"Somewhere safe huh, like your home... your apartment in Van Nuys?"
He balked, taking a second to process before opening his mouth with a curt response, I cut him off anyway.
"I hope you express posted them, because I did."
"...What?" he snapped suddenly.
"Did you follow me after I left your Hotel?"
He nodded, "All the way into the Old City, through about eight districts, then back here."
I chuckled faintly, if he knew what I'd been shopping for he would have mentioned, I stepped lightly around the chair, snatching up the pair of photos and sitting.
"You know the funny thing about Monaco...?" I asked him casually.
He didn't respond, just stared.
"Most people think it's one big city but it's not, more like two; there the Old City and the Younger New City... and the Young City is glossier, fancier and more interesting at first because it's got more money, enough to hold sway over the Old City but it's too naive."
I leant back in my chair, one hand resting comfortably on my knee, couldn't help thinking about the girls wrapped around each other and specifically of Miss Leighton Meester.
"...Because the Old City is experienced, it's got a dirty little underbelly that the New City doesn't even know about, dozens of deviant night-clubs and sex stores, entire streets full of them."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tim cut in suddenly; he was getting nervous, not understanding what I was saying because I hadn't gotten to the point yet, but he definitely understood that I should be more anxious.
"After I left your hotel room, postal address in hand, I went and bought a whole ton of porn... not something I usually do, I'm a download man myself. Though this was special porn, all of the girls over the legal age... for Monaco, but definitely underage for the US."
Tim leant forward in his chair, already sensing the brick wall I was heading for, I could see sweat beading on his forehead.
"And... well I mailed it all to you." Quick as a whip I yanked out my cell-phone, flipping it open and holding my thumb over the buttons, he jumped at the motion, leaning away from me. "Did you know that the branch of the FBI in California have a contact number you can find on Google?"
He gulped, eyeing the phone in my hand, dread clutching every inch of him.
"I haven't called them yet." I asserted, seeing fleeting relief fill him. "But I might... unless you give me those negatives."
"Fine" he barked, the sound breaking free from him involuntarily. "Just don't touch that dial... buddy."
My lip curled in disgust, the smarmy fuck was trying to suck up now, I needed to get him away from me.
"To borrow an old phrase" I said at last, filling the stagnant silence in the room. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here... I'd go home if I were you... destroy that porn and all the negatives, that's right all of them, I don't need them anymore?"
Timothy Moorling stood, not quite a broken man because I'm not sure what that looks like but definitely close to.
I kept my phone hand held high at the ready, showing him I could dial any time I wanted. He shot me a disgusted look, moving slowly around my chair to the door at my back.
I stood to see him out, that's when he lunged, the fat man moving with shocking speed towards me as he snatched at my phone, grabbing the top half of it and tugging it from my startled hand. I yelled angrily, shoving and reaching to grab it back, we struggled for a moment before suddenly I felt one of his thick fists impact against my ribs.
I staggered back, coughing and tasting blood, Tim rushed me, barging his shoulder into my chest and knocking me against his chair, I stumbled over it, falling hard to the floor.
"HA!" He barked triumphantly, "law of the jungle Dickhead, never hold your weapon with a limp grip."
To Be Continued
Featuring Selena Gomez & Leighton Meester
Written by Jude
(MF, FF, cuckold)
This Fictional story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended Please Stop Reading
"The only reason you're here is because I manipulated you into coming here." Selena Gomez, the nubile, olive skinned teen starlet stated gravely. She was laying beneath her older 'Monte Carlo' co-star Leighton Meester, on the queen sized bed in the back of Selena's trailer.
Leighton, never one to be outplayed this close to a mattress just shrugged and smiled, "You can't rape the willing Sel."
Selena nodded, a small smile slipping across her features as she took a breath and shuffled back, out from under Leighton a little to prop herself up on her elbows.
"And" she added slowly. "The only reason I'm here is because some guy named Jay on the Crew is blackmailing me... he's watching us right now."
Leighton's mouth fell slightly ajar, and for a second she was imitating a goldfish, opening and closing those pouty, bottom heavy lips in disbelief. Suddenly she moved, twisted her torso and rolled off Selena, off the bed and to the floor, snatching up her sweater and holding it to her chest, covering those glorious bra wrapped breasts.
"What, like through a video camera?" Leighton looked around with anxious suspicion, eyes not falling on my peep-hole but strafing close by.
Her words brought me back to reality, I couldn't be distracted thinking about either of their bodies right now, I was outed.
Devious little Selena Gomez had played me, wanting to incorporate somebody from outside our pairing as a life-raft. My hands balled into fists, clenching the digital camera I'd been cradling this whole time; the original plan had been to get some snaps of Leighton in flagrante with an underage girl. It was thin as far as blackmail went but it could have been a start.
Selena shook her head, thick black mane flowing around her ears before she climbed to her knees, she was dressed right now in panties and a thin polyester skirt patterned with flowers and panties, no top or bra because Leighton had pulled her shirt off not a minute ago.
She didn't put her shirt back on, despite the abrupt end to their little girl-on-girl make-out session "No, he's in the trailer right now."
And then little Selena looked right down the barrel of my peephole, smiling wickedly. "Well Jay, you might as well come out now."
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to throw open the door, stride to the bed and spank Selena as hard as possible. Instead I opened the door slowly, stepping out with as much dignity as I could muster, after all I had prepared for something like this.
Selena smiled victoriously at me, and between us Leighton was glaring, her face flushed red with anger or embarrassment I'm not sure. Nothing else for it, I nodded curtly to the two of them "Miss Gomez, Miss Meester."
"How dare you, 'Miss Nothing' you sicko!" Leighton suddenly found her voice and threw her words at me, enraged. "Do you know how old she is!? Do you know the laws against non-consensual sex with a minor!? And you're blackmailing her, perfect, there's another felony right there, Give me your name!"
As loud as I didn't want her to be, the walls of these trailers weren't so thick, I could focus on nothing but Selena, she still had not dressed, kneeling on the centre of the bed with nothing on but that skirt and a smug smile. I could see from here, her nipples were like diamond points and for a moment I thought 'Leighton must be one hell of a kisser.'
I shook my head forcibly, both to dislodge the unproductive distraction and to respond to Leighton's question. "No" I finally responded to the irate, modestly covering actress. "I don't have to say shit to you sweetheart, this is a European country, the legal age of consent is seventeen here and it all happened here."
Leighton gave a derisive 'Ha', pulling the sweatshirt tighter across her chest, enough for the tips of her spectacular breasts to press through it just a little. "Do you really think that'll fly in the US, and I know the local laws, what you've done to the poor girl is still charged as a felony."
I shrugged "Yeah about that... Selena may remember our encounter today on Location. I have an audio recording of her rendering consent, asking me to... what was it?"
Leighton looked affronted, head snapping around and eyes fixing on Selena who still hadn't budged an inch. Her pursed lips parted finally, mouthing wordlessly for a moment before intoning; "Please, fuck me, I want it, I need it, make me cum, cum hard."
The recitation was flat, lifeless but still it was enough to make my defeated member jerk a little in my pants.
"That... doesn't change a thing" Leighton said slowly, grasping at straws. "So you have a recording, and whatever blackmail material, I'm guessing dirty pictures."
Leighton looked around at me again, trying to regain some of her faltered fury.
I said nothing, thinking of the negatives roll, I had hidden it in a hollowed out leg of the old arm chair in my motel room just in case of this. However the recent, self-developed Nine-by-twelve copies of the photos were sitting in a folder on my bedside table for anyone to find. Shit.
"Yeah, he has photos" Selena said under her breath, Leighton nodded, suddenly smug again.
"Underage porn...? Even if you found someone to sell them too online, these things can be blocked."
Leighton turned again, giving Selena a reassuring look.
"Really" Selena questioned.
Leighton nodded, giving her a significant glance. "I almost got in the same boat with a tape last year, but I made it go away." Back to me she glared, "I'm good at these things by now."
Leighton's expression suddenly softened, she turned one final time to Selena, suddenly anxious; "You should probably put your shirt back on Sel, before I call security on the Lech."
And then, the most amazing thing that could have happened, happened. Selena shook her head, looking past Leighton and right into my eyes, smiling "No, I don't think I will, and don't call security."
The little schemer turned her smile on Leighton, her tongue slipped from her lips and licked left, then right, looking Leighton up and down hungrily.
I gasped, very small and quiet, in surprise, beneath my jeans my member suddenly throbbed, trying to stand at attention.
I heard Leighton's little gasp a second later as the penny dropped, she looked back and forth between us, fear and anxiety twisting her angelic features.
For a solid five count there was no sound in the trailer, then all at once the conscious realization dawned on me. Little Selena Gomez had made a power-play, but Leighton wasn't going for it, the skinny little Disney product wanted to be on top.
The anger that filled me up was white hot, I didn't even have to tell my legs to move, they strode of their own accord towards the bed.
Leighton started and stepped back, clutching the sweater tighter to her body as I passed, not paying her any mind and grabbed Selena by the hair. She yelped and grabbed at my arm as I tugged her back, holding her body at an angle with knees and calves still horizontal on the bed I raised one hand.
"You Dumb Little Bitch!" I snapped and slapped her hard on the left breast. The noise she made started as a yelp but turned quickly into a loud, rasping moan, so deep and pleasurable was the sound it stopped me from laying another blow.
Selena looked up into my eyes, pleading with me for a moment before turning her big brown pupils to Leighton. I looked around; Leighton was backing up towards the door, her bra exposed again fleetingly as she brought her sweater around and pulled it on properly.
"You two are sick" Leighton stated wildly, her backwards stride was slow and tense, as though she expected me to pounce on her next.
"Please" I heard Selena plead suddenly, sounding so small and desperate before adding in an even smaller voice. "Don't leave me alone with him."
Leighton's long, toned legs were halted by the words, her hands fumbled with the zipper of her sweatshirt and all at once I could see the desire to step forward again in her eyes.
Selena's innocent little face was twisted with pleading, a red handprint already starting to appear over her pert little breast. I almost laughed, but thankfully contained myself; Selena was making a play, and it wasn't over yet.
Leighton's bare feet moved again, she took one step forward, closer to the bed, eyes now fixed, scared and defiant on me.
"Please" I heard Selena whisper, she was looking up into my eyes again, pleading not for mercy but something else, Permission? Power?
I complied and let go of her hair, she sagged onto the bed, sighing for a moment before rising again and holding her arms out towards Leighton.
The deer in the headlights didn't move for a moment, just watched those outstretched hands before finally she relented and approached, skirting as wide as the confined space allowed away from me before sitting back on the end of the bed.
Selena shot me a quick warning glance, this interaction relied on my presence being scary but not too scary, otherwise Leighton was gone.
The older girl relaxed slightly when the younger grabbed her, closing her in a tight hug, Selena's bare breasts crushing and rubbing against the half-zipped sweatshirt.
They held each other for a moment, finally Selena moved her head, twisting it around and kissing Leighton on the cheek. I stepped back, folding my arms and leaning against the counter as Selena pivoted her head, finding Leighton's lips and kissing her again. Their hug relaxed and they got a little apart from each other, Selena kissed Leighton again and again, each time approaching, eyes asking permission before laying a soft, moaned peck onto flushed pink lips.
Selena's hands found the zipper of Leighton's sweatshirt and unzipped it once again, slowly, pulling it apart to reveal Leighton's gorgeous, trembling bosom.
Leighton gulped, shooting me a nervous glance as Selena bobbed her head lower, planting a trail of kisses down her chest. A few times I saw Selena's lips break the contact but her tongue was poked out, maintaining it, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that was glossing the older girls' body.
Selena pulled away, holding Leighton's hands as she backed up, pulling her onto her knees on the bed.
Once they were both kneeling on the sheets Selena leant in close to Leighton's ear, licking it delicately, with just the tip of her tongue before whispering "take off my panties."
Selena then leant away, all the way until she tipped onto her back, legs kicking free to either side of Leighton who hesitated nervously before reaching, long, manicured fingers under Selena's skirt.
Selena sighed, digging her bony elbows into the sheets, pressing her bare feet to the tops of Leighton's calves and raising her hips off the bed as her pink and white rose patterned panties were tugged off.
Leighton held the adorable little things in front of her, almost defensive of the younger girl's sexual onslaught. Selena smiled encouragingly at her, getting back onto her knees and kissing Leighton on the lips again, little hands grabbing Leighton's breasts and massaging them.
They tipped again, this time because the little girl was pushing her older partner backwards, a sudden fall knocked the breath out of Leighton when she landed on her back.
"Are you wearing anything under those shorts" Selena asked, again in that innocent, deadly whisper that made my crotch hurt.
Leighton shook her head and I couldn't help but groan with pleasure, I had to move, so I reached down and unzipped my fly, freeing my now painfully erect member from my pants. I wanted to- had to touch them so badly. But as the sound of the zipper drew Leighton's sudden, fearful attention I knew Selena was right, I could only keep Leighton here by representing a threat, if I actually became one then it would be over.
Selena got to her knees, skinny legs resting on either side of Leighton's round, pink flushed hips. The younger girl moved forward, the thin polyester of the skirt brushing up along Leighton's full, sweat glistening body. In seconds Selena was on her knees over the older girl's face, the front of her skirt stopped at Leighton's chin.
"Please" Selena whispered once again, looking down the length of her nubile young body to those smaller, widened brown eyes. "Be gentle... he never was."
Leighton nodded, still anxious before Selena pinched the front of her skirt, lifting it up and over the crown of Leighton's head. Selena turned, looking at me and grinning with a suddenly evolved, predatory smile as she lowered her knees.
She stopped suddenly, groin jutting against something under the skirt and Selena Gomez's face fluttered, her hips twitched involuntarily as the older girl licked or sucked or tongued her pussy.
I groaned again, seeing the little girl begin to slowly rock her hips against Leighton's face, she moaned a tiny little sound. Just one but eventually followed by another, then a pair of little moans together before turning into a steady string of them, each one unique as a snowflake with mingled little squeaks and gasps and groans.
Leighton's arms moved suddenly, raising from her sides and curling around the base of each of Selena's thighs, holding loose for a second before her grasp became tense, tightening and pressing Selena's rocking hips against her face as she lapped at the seventeen-year-olds moist folds.
I groaned again, drawing Selena's attention to me, she moaned through O shaped lips, eyes heavy lidded and managed to smile again at me. "You really want to see what's going on down there don't you?"
I nodded, unable to form the words of me request, she looked so sexy, dominating a girl five years her elder, hips starting to undulate around in circles against a probing tongue.
Selena licked her lips pleasurably and added "She's good too, so eager to- ugh" Selena's hips suddenly came to a quivering halt, her eyes and mouth stretching wide with a gasp. Leighton's fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs over the skirt as some fierce tonguing technique was used.
The younger girl groaned again, her hips jerking slightly with refractory pleasure before she caught sight of my agonized face and nodded at me. Her little hands grasped Leighton's flexing palms, prying them away before suddenly getting to her feet on the bed.
I stared, open mouthed at Leighton's face, she looked wild; eyes full of stars and staring up at the moist, dripping cunt raised a few feet above her head, lips pulled wide and gasping for air. Her whole face was wet either with her own sweat or Selena's sweet, sticky pussy juice.
Selena fiddled for a moment with the tie to her skirt, finally getting it loose she raised and pulled one leg out, letting it drop around her other ankle before adjusting her footing to about face, now able to look straight ahead at Leighton's supple, quivering twenty-four year old body.
Selena lowered herself again onto Leighton's face again, the older girl gasped and smacked her lips with desire as the warm, wet seventeen-year-old cunt was offered, now uncovered back to her lips.
Those lips rose with Leighton's craning neck, meeting Selena's pussy when she was almost there, now pressing back as Selena saddled her face. Leighton's pale pink lips stretched over the length of Selena's slit, her tongue moving and pressing to the sides of those lips as she lapped and jabbed at Selena who was already resuming her moaning.
I leant forward, craning my neck to see Leighton's exposed nose, less than an inch from being buried in Selena's tight little ass-hole. Each deep exhale that cute little nose pushed out caused a sudden quiver of the younger girl's untouched behind. I can't believe I hadn't ever thought about Selena's back-door before, we'd have to remedy that soon.
Back on the business end of Selena's groin, Leighton's breasts and chest were rising and falling, animal like, those large, succulent tits straining desperately against the sheer bra, nipples already jabbing visibly through thin cups.
Selena seemed to have the same idea, because suddenly she was prying Leighton's hands away from her bare thighs again, leaving nails marks, freeing her arms up so the little girl could reach down, grabbing the bra and tugging on it.
But after a few seconds effort her hands faltered, it was stretched too tight over the arousal engorged bosom to pull away and Leighton was pressed too deep between the mattress and her rocking pussy.
I suddenly saw my chance to help, turning and yanking open the top kitchen drawer I found a small steak-knife. I reached out, carefully staying to Selena's front so Leighton couldn't see me, and handed the little girl the knife.
She grinned at me and took it, lowering it gingerly to the massive, rising and falling chest before slipping the tip of the blade under the loop in the front and slicing it.
The bra cups snapped away suddenly and Leighton's breasts were revealed, they were a generous C-cup, skin stretching in the middle as they parted with gravity- wide, pale maroon areolas that were ringed with tiny good-bumps.
Selena squealed with delight and bent lower, grabbing the soft shuddering breasts in each hand, only just managing to stretch her little fingers down to their edges to squeeze them. She started to massage the fantastic tits, drawing sudden, unexpected moans from Leighton who tucked her chin up, narrowing her lips and forcing them in between Selena's outer pussy-lips, tongue now jerking back and forth, the hot slithering thing penetrating Selena as deep as it could go.
Selena moaned again, thighs clenching tight to Leighton's cheek-bones, it was too much. She was trapping this older girl between her thighs, ordering her about. I wondered if this was a side of Selena that had been created by me, or just let out.
Either way the writhing, olive skinned young lady didn't seem to care, tilting herself forward now until she was able to reach out and grasp Leighton's blue denim short-shorts.
Again Selena paused in her actions, hips still rocking automatically now, to look up at me, smiling with her hands pressed right over Leighton's squirming crotch.
I raised my eyebrows, making a show of looking like I could care less. Selena glared another smile at me before her nimble little fingers went to work, the shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds.
Tugging them down took more effort, every time Selena's palms would press too hard against the crotch Leighton would utter a delighted little groan.
After almost a minute Selena had tugged the shorts down far enough for both of us to gape, Leighton wasn't wearing anything under the shorts, just a small patch of blonde, girl-cum soaked pubic hair between the world and her glistening, quivering sex.
Selena laughed lightly, yanking the shorts with more insistence down Leighton's thick, smooth thighs, past her shivering knees and long, glossy calves.
Leighton took over suddenly, legs splaying and kicking the shorts off her ankles, she was too deep in now; I could see the fresh weeping juice flowing from the older girl’s long, heavy lipped pussy and staining the bed-sheet.
Selena's demanding hands grasped Leighton's heavy, supple thighs, pressing finger tips into the flesh and pushing Leighton's legs wider apart. The older girl accommodated, spreading her legs so wide apart she almost did a sideways split, I stared incredulous as one of Leighton's quivering feet stopped just inches from my knee.
Selena bent low, hands flattened and jamming in from either side of Leighton's legs, they slid between the bed-sheets and Leighton's pressed butt-cheeks, little fingertips finding and twisting up into the crevice. Selena pulled Leighton's nethers apart as wide as they would go, giving me one innocent little fluttering of her eyelashes before bending her head down and burying her little face in Leighton's wet pussy.
Leighton Meester gasped suddenly, mouth pulling away from Selena's dripping cunt just long enough to register her shock at the sudden feeling of Selena's little tongue sliding tentatively up her slit.
The older girl's legs bent at the knee, toes flexing and stretching out, almost touching the top of Selena's head she rolled her hips suddenly upward, trying to coax Selena into tonguing deeper into her.
Selena raised her head again, drew a sudden gasp for air before diving back in, the two girls kept up like this, Leighton resuming her own suckling.
Between the press of their now sweaty bodies Selena's belly and nipples quivered and wobbled, Leighton's breasts were far more impressive, jiggling with each rock of Selena's hips against her, the longer, stony nipples jerking and occasionally scraping against the front of Selena's hips.
The two sixty-nined each other for a solid ten minutes, every once in a while one would make a special little lick or nipping bite and practically force steam out of the mouth attached to their own dripping cunt.
Leighton was winning, drawing more gasps from the little girl wrapped over the top of her sumptuous body, had just done it again when suddenly I caught sight of Selena's abdomen, her muscles were clenching and unclenching, pulling the pleasure up her body in waves to her perky, jiggling little breasts. She was close.
Leighton didn't seem to notice, just kept nibbling and sucking on Selena's clit, drawing a sudden flurry of drawn out moans from the younger girl.
Selena suddenly rocked back, sitting vertical on the older girl's face, her own face caked with Leighton's pleasure goo, little hands clapped to her b-cup tits, pinching her nipples. She started undulating up and down, would have risen clean off her partner if Leighton's desperately devouring mouth hadn't been so hungry for the taste that her neck craned to rise with it.
Suddenly Selena gave one long, high pitched squealing moan and her whole body shuddered to a halt.
Leighton's licking and lapping stopped suddenly, her arms wrapped all the way around the base of each of Selena's skinny thighs and she held Selena's jerking pussy to her wide lips, sucking deeply as the climax washed down her mouth.
Selena kept cumming for almost two minutes, her face frozen in a painfully pleasured mask the whole time before finally going slack. She fell down onto Leighton's body again, this time both their breasts lining up and crushing against the others hips. Selena rolled off and away, sighing happily and laying upside down next to the unsatisfied older girl.
Leighton's whole body was still trembling, quaking in little spasms all over from how close she'd come to her orgasm. She kept smacking her lips, tasting and re-tasting Selena, a struck look on her glistening face.
"Sel?" she said at last, exhausted "what about me?"
Selena looked over, like she'd almost forgotten Leighton was there and suddenly smiled.
She raised a hand, bringing it down suddenly and slapping Leighton on the tender flesh between clit and belly button.
"Sorry Lei, I'll get you next time."
I ignored Leighton's pathetic little whisper "Next time" and stepped forward from the counter, loosening my belt and grasping my member as I approached Leighton's trembling thighs.
"I'll get her now" I offered, grasping my desperately hard member in my right hand, getting one knee on the bed.
Suddenly Selena rolled over, back onto Leighton's body but didn't pay the older girl any mind, she grabbed my dick in a tight, aggressive grip.
"No" the little girl asserted, hunched over Leighton's still wet and trembling pussy like a mother bird with her eggs.
I looked at her with wide eyes for a long few seconds, unable to believe what I was seeing.
Finally I reached down, grasping Selena's wrist with my left hand and prying her hand free from my shaft, she looked up at me, giving me another innocent smile.
My right hand shot across suddenly, WHACK, Selena rocked sideways from the force of the smack, recoiling suddenly and looking up at me, hurt and afraid.
I glared for a moment before turning suddenly gentle and reaching out, taking her jaw line in each hand and bringing her face closer just as the red mark of my palm sizzled into view.
Leighton was silent as a mouse, face to crotch with Selena's still spent pussy, she knew what was going on but hoped not to be noticed. Beneath Selena and my close faces her hips and crotch were still quivering, screaming 'Penetrate Me' as far as I was concerned.
Selena looked up at me, a pleading apology in her eyes. I nodded then quickly grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward. She yelped, her whole body falling and flailing on Leighton's as I yanked her down to the end of the bed.
Quickly I grabbed Selena's waist, twisting her around and tipping her over. She was dropped unceremoniously on her back on Leighton's belly, her head falling onto Leighton's shoulder and their two moist pussies lined up, one right on top of the other.
I glared rage at both of them for a few seconds, their cornered and fearful returning gazes turning me on to no end as I blindly pulled my pants down and off.
Without hesitation I jumped onto the bed, falling on them and seriously winding Leighton with Selena and my combined weight now resting on her belly.
Then I shifted my gaze totally to Selena, reaching down and finding her freshly-orgasmed, over-sensitive pussy, I grabbed it, gripping it tight until she gasped in pain. Quickly I thrust forward, guiding myself low with my hands and brushed the tip of my dick against Leighton's slippery lips.
She gasped even louder, hands reaching around Selena wildly, grabbing my face and trying to pry me off of them.
"Relax" I snapped at her as she hooked two soft fingers into my jaw, trying to push me away. "I'm not going to take you yet."
I guided my member back up, finding Selena's overly sensitized cunt again and thrusting forward suddenly. She was still so tight but easy to penetrate as I slid in on her own juices and Leighton's saliva.
The younger girl gasped again as I forced all the way inside her, only stopping when I felt my dick-head jut up against the back wall inside her cunt, I pulled half out and slid right back in again.
She yelped in pain, a few salty tears squeezing free from Selena's eyes as I fucked her, getting quickly harder, thrusting hard enough to be ramming Leighton's ass deep into the mattress.
But as much as I wanted to prolong Selena's painfully sensitized fucking, her punishment, I couldn't hold on if I'd wanted to, their little show had been too good.
I only got two dozen pumps or so until suddenly I felt my balls tightening, thinking quickly, I pulled out and grabbed my dick, pointing it low just in time to shoot my load onto both their moist, quivering pussies.
Leighton gasped and shuddered when she felt the copious amounts of my seed spraying onto her, she tried to back away again but Selena's weight kept her in place.
I roared with pride, leaning back and admiring my handiwork painted across two famous pussies as Selena drew one ragged breath after another, it had been too much for her, as she finally rolled off Leighton and away I could see the painful horseshoe arch she kept her legs in.
With a smile I climbed off the bed and pulled my pants back on, this was much like all our other refractory periods. Selena and I knew what to do, Leighton however was lying completely still, unable to process what had just happened.
"You should get up and get dressed now" Selena whispered into her ear, the older girl still didn't move, too afraid.
Selena barely hesitated, leaning over again as she pulled her panties back on, "I'm serious, he recovers fast and if your pussy is out for too long he will fuck you."
Suddenly Leighton woke up, her long and supple legs snapped shut, thighs jiggling slightly with the impact and she rolled over to grab her shorts, the corner of her eye fixed suspiciously on me.
I watched both of them, Leighton pulled her sweatshirt back on and clutched her ruined bra in both hands, mourning its loss. Selena was the opposite, she left the skirt on the bed, dressed only in panties and tight t-shirt she nodded to me and smiled, a good sign that she'd accepted her punishment gracefully.
I nodded to both the girls "Miss Gomez, always a pleasure, Miss Meester, I look forward to the next time" before turning on my heel and walking out.
Selena had surprised me so much, handling Leighton like that; I knew she had her older co-star wrapped around her little finger. Any misgivings Leighton had about tattling on us Selena would take care of. I crossed the set with pride, getting into my car and driving back to the motel, I hadn't noticed how much sweating I had done when the girls had been going at it but I was swimming in it now.
I parked in the Motel lot, rolling out of the car and crossing to my crappy little motel room and its crappy little door.
What I saw made me hesitate, the door was sitting ajar, just an inch of dim orange light spilling out onto the cloudless blue-black evening. The location scouts had told us that crime and break-ins were fairly infrequent in Monaco, what with almost eighty percent of the population made up of wealthy foreigners.
I inched forward, feeling my heart beating in my throat, an ordinary man would have turned back, got into the car and called the local police. But I had pictures of Selena in there, pictures I wanted kept quiet just as much as Selena.
The door creaked as it swung open and I stepped inside, "Shit" I muttered upon seeing the whole room tossed, the bed-side table was blank and empty, furniture was tipped over, a crate of personal sound-equipment strewn about the place.
"Hi, have a seat."
I started, turning and looking to the darkened front corner of the room, it was the Fat Paparazzi; Tim Moorling, he was staring at me with a toothy smile. If he was in my motel room then he had to know my name. SHIT! Not even Selena knew my surname.
At least I didn't have to worry about some B'and'E punk running around willy-nilly with the damning photos of Selena. With that one tiny positive thought to pluck me up I closed the door. Stepping into the room I didn't take my eyes off the Fat Pap, he was sitting in the chair I had screwed the leg off of and hid his negatives case in, all four of the legs looked intact; but he was smiling too much to not have found it.
I stepped up to the other side of the overturned table, standing behind the empty seat facing his but not sitting.
"I saw you leaving my hotel, recognised you right away too, surprising considering how faceless most of you film crew grunts can be."
"I'll take that as a compliment" I said, putting the swagger in both my step and my voice, couldn't look weak right now. Not when he could see me.
"You think you're so clever, so noble" Tim began, clearly wanting to rub it in. "I've got to admit so did I for a while, for two days I followed both you and her around, wasn't hard what with how close the two of you seemed to be keeping. For a while there I even thought you were one of those Hollywood Handlers I’d heard about...”
I suppressed a grimace, I’d had a lot more than hearsay experiences with ‘Handlers.’ Private Detectives on retainer for a rare few Celebrities. It plucked me up a little, if Moorling thought I was a Hollywood Handler then he didn’t know as much as I was giving him ******; Selena couldn’t afford a Handler if she needed one, and any Handler worth his salt would have handled the Fat Pap in a much scarier way than I did.
Fatso went on “...But then I saw this.” His hand moved and I tensed, only relaxing slightly when I saw him pull a glossy photograph out of his jacket pocket and toss it to the floor in front of my chair.
I glanced down, not wanting to take my eyes off of him for too long, and swallowed a gulp. It was a photo, surprisingly hi-res, of Selena and me in the back-seat of the company car. Boy does she look petite in comparison to me.
"And this" Tim added, flicking another photo carelessly on top of the first, Selena and me again, on the rooftop of the building overlooking the shoot. He had been on one of the rooftops above us, climbing down after he got his money shots to continue taking snaps of the girls on the set.
Shit!
"You know it never occurred to me to try and blackmail sex out of that hot little slut, kudos to you."
This guy was testing the limits of my Ataraxia; I glared at him again, wondering what other photos he may have and how I could get them from him.
"But now that you've planted the idea in my head, I'm thinking I bring the new photos out to the set, sample some of that petite little ass seeing as how she's giving it away."
I gulped, the thought of that fat prick sweating on top of Selena gave rise to a strangely protective urge in me. "And then...?"
"And then?" he parroted, voice suddenly rising to a yell. "Then I clean the little bitch out! Get myself some of that Disney money, seeing as how I can't sell my photos to Trenka Media anymore. I'm curious, what did you tell them about me?"
I shrugged, playing it cool while thinking that he should be more worried about what they told me about him.
"Fine don't tell me, there'll always be other buyers, and I got some good new pictures to peddle now."
I glared again, fingers white knuckling the back of the chair; my face was in those photos. He couldn't be allowed to sell them.
"I'm not gonna let you show those photos to another living soul, just so you know."
He barked a derisive laugh, leaning back and smiling at me. "You won't touch them, after I developed those babies I mailed the negatives-" he reached down and touched the front left leg of his chair, my hideaway leg. "And the one that was in here... somewhere safe."
That made me smile.
"Somewhere safe huh, like your home... your apartment in Van Nuys?"
He balked, taking a second to process before opening his mouth with a curt response, I cut him off anyway.
"I hope you express posted them, because I did."
"...What?" he snapped suddenly.
"Did you follow me after I left your Hotel?"
He nodded, "All the way into the Old City, through about eight districts, then back here."
I chuckled faintly, if he knew what I'd been shopping for he would have mentioned, I stepped lightly around the chair, snatching up the pair of photos and sitting.
"You know the funny thing about Monaco...?" I asked him casually.
He didn't respond, just stared.
"Most people think it's one big city but it's not, more like two; there the Old City and the Younger New City... and the Young City is glossier, fancier and more interesting at first because it's got more money, enough to hold sway over the Old City but it's too naive."
I leant back in my chair, one hand resting comfortably on my knee, couldn't help thinking about the girls wrapped around each other and specifically of Miss Leighton Meester.
"...Because the Old City is experienced, it's got a dirty little underbelly that the New City doesn't even know about, dozens of deviant night-clubs and sex stores, entire streets full of them."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tim cut in suddenly; he was getting nervous, not understanding what I was saying because I hadn't gotten to the point yet, but he definitely understood that I should be more anxious.
"After I left your hotel room, postal address in hand, I went and bought a whole ton of porn... not something I usually do, I'm a download man myself. Though this was special porn, all of the girls over the legal age... for Monaco, but definitely underage for the US."
Tim leant forward in his chair, already sensing the brick wall I was heading for, I could see sweat beading on his forehead.
"And... well I mailed it all to you." Quick as a whip I yanked out my cell-phone, flipping it open and holding my thumb over the buttons, he jumped at the motion, leaning away from me. "Did you know that the branch of the FBI in California have a contact number you can find on Google?"
He gulped, eyeing the phone in my hand, dread clutching every inch of him.
"I haven't called them yet." I asserted, seeing fleeting relief fill him. "But I might... unless you give me those negatives."
"Fine" he barked, the sound breaking free from him involuntarily. "Just don't touch that dial... buddy."
My lip curled in disgust, the smarmy fuck was trying to suck up now, I needed to get him away from me.
"To borrow an old phrase" I said at last, filling the stagnant silence in the room. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here... I'd go home if I were you... destroy that porn and all the negatives, that's right all of them, I don't need them anymore?"
Timothy Moorling stood, not quite a broken man because I'm not sure what that looks like but definitely close to.
I kept my phone hand held high at the ready, showing him I could dial any time I wanted. He shot me a disgusted look, moving slowly around my chair to the door at my back.
I stood to see him out, that's when he lunged, the fat man moving with shocking speed towards me as he snatched at my phone, grabbing the top half of it and tugging it from my startled hand. I yelled angrily, shoving and reaching to grab it back, we struggled for a moment before suddenly I felt one of his thick fists impact against my ribs.
I staggered back, coughing and tasting blood, Tim rushed me, barging his shoulder into my chest and knocking me against his chair, I stumbled over it, falling hard to the floor.
"HA!" He barked triumphantly, "law of the jungle Dickhead, never hold your weapon with a limp grip."
To Be Continued