Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
As I'm sure was the case with other fans of Selena Gomez and erotica starring her as well, along with fans of celebrity porn in general, I was absolutely blown away by her recent photoshoot for La'Mariette. Easily the next best thing to her actually having her nudes taken so far. So, of course, it got my imagination running, thinking about what could have happened were the photoshoot produced in just a slightly different way, and, well, this is the result.
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"Yeah, this won't work honey," Selena Gomez commented as she looked at the photographer who was taking pictures of her for her current photoshoot.
"Yeah, I, I'm sorry," the young man apologized, his voice only marginally less shaky than his hands. "It's just that, you know, this is, this is the first time, I'm, uh, working with such a big star as you, really big star, I'm nervous."
"Honey, you might be a bit nervous, but that's not even ten percent of why you're shaking like this," she replied to him. To make her point, she lightly bumped her hands against her big breasts and the bikini top that was straining to contain them as they spilled out of it, making her tits wobble and jiggle for a few seconds, while his body did pretty much the same.
Smiling to herself in a self-satisfied way as she looked straight into the hapless young man's cute, blue eyes, which were fully transfixed on her large breasts, she laughed loudly for a few moments as she noticed the young man almost lose his balance and his shaking body nearly fall on the floor. If she had to take guess, and it would be a correct one, the unbelievably erotic sight in front of him almost make the neophyte photographer come on the spot.
"Yeah, it's just, sorry, I don't really know what to do," he said apologetically, the near-fall bringing him back to his senses at least a little, as he looked at his even-younger assistant with quickly-growing desperation in his eyes. "Could you help me, Anna? I really don't how to do this."
Before the young woman could reply to him, acting in very much the same manner as he himself did right now, Selena interjected and sent her away with, "I think the best thing for Anna to do right now is to go join the others and wait for this photoshoot to be over. After all, this is supposed to be a private, intimate one, as I insisted, and having too many people in here just poisons the mood."
Feeling absolutely no urge to argue with the singer, or even to think much about what she was saying, Anna just wordlessly waltzed towards the exit, eager to remove herself from the awkward situation on the set.
"Huh, I think that really was the issue," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. His head turned away from the world-famous star just a few feet away from him and towards the door which his assistant had just loudly shut behind herself, his figure now stood in a much more static way, and his posture and body language seemed to grow more confident by the millisecond. "As you said, this was supposed to be pretty personal, so with just the two of us in here now, we could..." he said, his words getting stuck in his throat as he turned his head back to look at Selena, only to find her standing right in front of him. "Holy fuck."
"Quite an appropriate reaction, Adam," she said with a smile, as she pushed her bountiful breasts against his chest. "That's your name, am I right?"
"Ye-Yes," he stammered, the briefly regained confidence dissipating nearly instantly by the close physical contact with the famous bombshell.
"Well, as I said, with Anna out, we can finally make this the very much intimate photoshoot I've wanted this to be," she said while she looked him into those cute eyes of his, as she started to sink onto her knees. "What else did you think I was planning on doing with you?"
"Erm, a photoshoot?!" he bluntly replied, his voice once again getting shaky from the sight of him on her knees in front of him.
"Yes, just as I wanted as well, along with your bosses," she replied similarly bluntly, after stopping a short laughing fit induced by his shaky voice. "But that wasn't going to happen with you shaking like that. And let's get real. You aren't nervous, you are
horny
. Which is good, hell, it's perfect. It's exactly what we wanted to do with this photoshoot. I mean, we all know this is going to blow up the internet, just like Billie's Vogue cover did."
"Oh God, dear," he blurted out, as she pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his impressively big, and completely hard, cock.
"Mmm, this is what I'm talking about," she said, loudly gulping down her saliva, as she grabbed the cock and started to jerk it off lightly. "We're never going to get this done with you sporting a boner like this in your pants, and having your heart beating like crazy in your chest. That's why there's only the two of us, so I can quickly take care of your cock and make sure that your balls are empty, so there's nothing distracting you from focusing on your job. It's just, you know, simple etiquette in a situation like this to be honest, apparently a lot of pornstars also do this."
Emphasizing what she had just said, she lifted herself back up off of her knees and squatted, repositioning herself so she could put his cock behind her bikini top and in-between her full, juicy tits. Not even waiting for him to start properly moaning, she quickly grabbed her tits, squeezed them against his cock, and started tit-fucking him, the tight bra holding it all together.
"Fuck yeah," he whispered. "Fuck, your tits are, damn, yeah, fuck my cock."
"Liking this, aren't you, eh?" she said with a smile, already knowing the answer.
To be fair, she also liked this. Ever since she had gained weight and her already-decent breasts ballooned as a result, she found herself getting almost addicted to using the large fleshy globes to please men, either by showing them off by going braless in public, or, when it came to the ones lucky enough to be her sexual partners, by taking their cocks in-between them and squeezing every single last drop of their cum out of them.
That wasn't about to be his case, though. Him, she needed to suck off and swallow the cum. They were working in here after all. They couldn't afford to lose any time by cleaning up either her or the set.
But still, that didn't mean that she couldn't have some fun before that.
