New York Whore, Part 3

Title: New York Whore, Part 3

Author: Noopster

Celebs: Selena Gomez

Codes: MF, cons, exh, rom, reluc

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway.

After Abel left, Selena rode with Santos to a mansion he owned outside of the city. The poor, tired actress fell asleep on his lap and woke up several hours later in strange bedroom, naked in a bed with silk sheets, surrounded by gold ornaments and sumptuous decoration. On the nightstand there was a note waiting for her:

“Hygiene items ready for you in the bathroom cabinet. One of the maids will leave clothes for you in the morning. I’ll see you at breakfast, my precious flower.

Gilberto Santos.”

She walked around the room wrapped in one of the sheets with short, hesitant steps, feeling like she had woken up inside another dream. No idea where she was but her hair was wet and she smelled like soap. She tried to find her phone until she remembered that Abel had taken it with him. The soreness of her body cleared things up a bit as she looked out the window, reminding her of the lewd things that had been done to her with her boyfriend-turned-pimp’s consent.

The night was completely dark except for a couple of lights outside right below her window and the famous manhattan tall buildings where nowhere in sight. Anxiety took over her mind and she felt helpless again, trapped in a dark room in the middle of nowhere without any means of communication. She had to get out of there.

Peeking outside the door she watched a man armed with an automatic rifle walking down the hallway. Selena waited until he turned around the corner and walked out of the room, tiptoeing on the cold floor, one hand in front of her face as she tried to find her way in the darkness. She had no idea where she was going, all she knew was she couldn’t stay there alone.

She tried a couple of doors but they were locked so she continued until she reached the end of the highway where she found the one door that wasn’t closed. Carefully she opened it a little more and tried to peek inside, but it was too dark to see anything. The guard’s footsteps becoming louder freaked her out and she jumped inside the room.

“¿Quién anda ahí?!” asked a manly voice. Upon recognizing it, Selena’s fear dissipated. She closed the door behind her and let the sheet fall off her body.

“Selena… is that you?”

She did not respond, but instead climbed onto his bed and under the white sheets. There she rested her head on top of his bare, hairy chest. Santos did not say anything else and neither did she, but his hand traveled down her back and stopped right where the curve of her bottom began. A long sigh came out of her and she pressed her mound against the man’s thigh, grabbing his growing manhood with her soft hand. He felt her wetness and she moaned softly, pressing a little more against him until he turned on his side to face her. “Make love to me, Mr. Santos” Selena whispered while stroking his growing cock and her eyes closed when she felt him parting her folds with his head, their panting mouths finding each other in the complete darkness of the night as he slowly pushed forward with her short whimpers and long nails digging into his back, enticing him to continue.

“Ahh!” Selena whimpered softly when he started pushing in and out of her warm insides. She wrapped her soft but strong legs around his waist, allowing him to get deeper with each thrust while he squeezed her ass, relishing the firmness of the girl’s young bottom in his hands. The colombian sensed he was dangerously close to finishing already so he grabbed the petite singer and made her get on top of him.

“Mmmph! Please, Mr. Santos… cum inside me, please…” she whispered, tousling her hair while riding his cock with the moonlight shining on her gorgeous, puerile features and her perfectly perky breasts bouncing to the same rhythm as her hips.

Santos pulled her close and started fucking her faster and harder. “Please, please, Mr. Santos,” she continued to beg, “fill me with your cum!”

She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, technically Abel was still in a relationship with her but the way he had been acting since turning her into a prostitute was making things complicated, to say the least. To her surprise, selling her body wasn’t really the problem, after all, being prostituted the last two nights had opened her eyes to new and amazing experiences she had always been scared to try, even if she would never admit it, but the harsh realities of a world she had always been sheltered from had made her fear for her life and her boyfriend-turned-pimp seemed more interested in the pay than in her safety. Gilberto was different, he made her feel beautiful but also, and more importantly, made her feel safe. And after what she had been through the last couple of nights, safety was the top priority in her mind.

“Ungh! ungh! Yes, yes… cum inside me, Mr. Santos, oohhh!!!” moaned the horny actress as her tight, pulsating cunt welcomed the colombian’s orgasm. She gave him a long, passionate kiss while he finished emptying his load inside her.

“Mmm, thank you,” she told him once he pulled out.

“No, thank you, hermosa,” he replied before planting a short kiss on her forehead, “Do you ask that of all your clients?”

“I… I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, “The first one did it against my will and you… You’re only my second…”

“Heh, I’ve always been a lucky man.”

“Mr. Santos…”

“Yes, Selena?”

“Can I stay here tonight? …with you?”

“Of course you can. The bathroom is over there next to the closet if you want to clean yourself.”

“No, I… want to wait until morning, if it’s ok with you. I, umm, like the way it feels.”

He kissed her forehead and she fell asleep with her head on his chest, feeling safe for the first time in a while.


The platinum selling singer woke up the next morning and Santos wasn’t there, instead there were clothes, makeup and jewelry waiting for her to get ready. She showered and dressed with the outfit that had been picked for her and walked out of the room to find Gilberto.

As she made her way through the seemingly endless mansion in a tight and long yellow dress she came across several armed man that made her nervous, even as they courteously wished her a good morning. She recognized a few of them from the night before, it was awkward seeing them again in the daylight after they had fondled her and jizzed on her face but when they smiled at her she could not help but shyly smile back with a slight blush on her face.

Her host was waiting for her in the backyard, he was dressed completely in white with a gold chain around his neck and gold rings around most of his fingers. His face lit up when he saw her come out and join him at the outdoor breakfast table.

“Umm, hi,” Selena greeted him awkwardly, standing outside the door wide-eyed at the immenseness of the man’s property.

“Good morning, preciosa,” he replied, “You look stunning.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said, sitting down at the table, “Did you choose this for me?”

“I did.”

“Well, it’s really pretty. You have great taste, Mr. Santos.”

“Of course I do, that’s why I chose you too, hermosa. And please, call me Gilberto.”

The texan girl blushed at the compliment, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanted to tell you how grateful I am to you, Mister– …Gilberto, for helping me last night and welcoming me in your home.”

“Don’t mention it, Selena. But I want you to know that it can be your home too, if you decide to stay… with me.”

“Thank you, Gilberto, you’re so generous with me.”

A trio of armed men walked past them toward the back of the property and the change in Selena’s expression prompted an explanation from her host.

“You don’t have to worry about my men, they’re extremely loyal and only dangerous to my enemies.”

“Enemies?” she asked, visibly agitated.

“Yes. As you might have guessed by now I’m not what you would consider a traditional businessman. I deal with goods that the law frowns upon, but that the people demand anyway.”

“So… drugs?”

“Amongst other things,” he said before taking a sip of orange juice. “But you don’t have to worry about any of that, I don’t conduct my business here. Here, pleasure is all that matter. I can have anything I desire while I’m here, and so can you.

This can be our home, Selena, our refuge from the world.”

She kept quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. The rich man took of his ray bans and leaned in closer.

“I read about you, you know, while you were still asleep,”

“Really? Why?”

“To get to know you better. You see, at first I did not understand why a beautiful and succesful young woman like you would get involved in prostitution. Why you would subject yourself to the humiliation and danger of such a tough profession. But I understand now.”

“It really wasn’t my idea, Abel told me that our relationship was in trouble and I just–“

“No, Selena, that’s not why you did it. That might be the story you’ve been telling yourself but I’ve been around enough women who sell their bodies to know when they’re doing it against their will.”

The singer looked down at the floor with shame and he placed his hand on top of hers.

“I read about all your humble beginnings, about the struggle of growing up in front of the cameras and the criticism after everything you do, about the paparazzi following you around night and day and the troubles with that unfaithful and abusive Bieber kid you loved so much. And then it dawned on me, that what you want is an escape from all of that. Isn’t it?”

“I… maybe, but I still love what I do, I love singing and performing and–“

“But you hate everything else that comes with it, don’t you?”

With a wavering voice she answered: “…yeah.”

“That is my point, preciosa. You didn’t have to acquiesce to your boyfriend’s wishes. You could have just said no and walked away supported by your millions of fans and your considerable bank account, instead you agreed to let strangers fuck you for money. Money that you didn’t even get to keep! Now don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that you did because I got to meet you, but you should be honest with yourself.

Selena’s eyes watered and she looked away, unable to stand his eyes piercing into her soul. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“You want to be free, Selena. Free to think, to breathe, FREE TO FUCK! But you also want to be used, to be dominated and unburdened of your own decisions. You want to be someone’s property, don’t you?”

He was exactly right and she knew it, but the word struggled to leave her trembling lips.

“Yes,” she finally confessed with a whisper and one tear falling down her cheek.

“Then let me be that for you. Let me own you.”

The man in white kissed her lips and she instantly opened her mouth and reciprocated with her tongue. No one had kissed her like with that amalgam of confidence, passion and tenderness before and as he ended the kiss she felt her knees shaking and her lips wanting more.

“I am yours,” she told him and they both smiled.

A large, bearded man approached the table. “I am sorry to interrupt, Mr. Santos,” he said with a thick russian accent, “there is a message for you.”

The boss stood up and walked inside with him. While he was gone Selena grabbed her phone and began reading the dozens of vituperous texts Abel had been sending her all night:

3:55 AM

4:01 AM

4:05 AM


There were many more texts that basically repeated the same things and the pretty singer’s thumb hovered over the screen, wondering if she should tell him to leave her alone. She was angry at him, and very hurt but the love she felt for him was still there and it was making her very confused.

“Is that stupid boy bothering you again,” Santos said standing over her shoulder before taking the phone from her. He read the first text with displeasure on his face and then let the phone drop to the ground where he immediately smashed it with his shiny white shoe.

“Don’t worry about him. I won’t let him near you.”

“But my phone…”

“You are not allowed to have a phone while you’re with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I own you now and you will do what I say. Now come here and get on your knees,” he told her, sitting back on his chair with his legs spread to make room for her.

“Right now? But there are maids and gardeners walking around…”


“Well, everyone is watching me.”

“Why does it matter? My maids and gardeners keep my property in good condition and my security guards keep me safe. You are my whore and your duty is to pleasure me and do what I command you to. So do your job, puta.”

“Yes, Gilbert–“

“No, no. While you work you will address me as Mr. Santos, that’s more professional.”

“Yes, Mr. Santos, whatever you want,” she replied before getting under the table and taking his penis out. She started stroking it and licking the shaft to make it hard when a maid arrived and stared at her while she placed the couple’s breakfast on the glass table. Selena looked away but realized every worker there was watching her give head to their boss, she felt herself getting more and more wet with each set of eyes she discovered upon her.

“Thank you, Magda,” the man in white dismissed the maid. He took another sip of orange juice and began to eat his omelette while his precious whore deepthroated his cock. More of his men walked by, staring at her innocent looking face as she swallowed their boss’s hose and she wished her dress was shorter so she could also touch herself, thinking of all the hungry eyes set upon her at that moment.

Gilberto finished his breakfast and calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then he put his hand on Selena’s shoulder and told her to stop. She opened her lips and slowly let the girth of his meat slide out of her throat, covering her chin with a shiny mix of saliva and pre-cum in the process. He stood up and she looked at him nervously, unsure if she’d done something wrong. He surprised her by stroking his cock a couple of times and shooting his load all over one of the donuts left on the table. Selena stayed on her knees and watched in disbelief as he offered the cum glazed donut to her.

Seeing her hesitate he commanded: “Eat it, puta!” and the young whore obeyed, biting off a little piece at first before taking another bigger bite a couple of seconds later. The donut tasted good to Selena, and so did Gilberto’s cream on it. She gladly finished the rest of the pastry and surprised herself thinking that she wouldn’t mind having that kind of breakfast every day.

Santos told her she could get up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Enjoy the rest of your breakfast, hermosa. I’ll be back later to take you out.”

The pretty brunette smiled, happy to have served him well, and took a bite of another donut, wishing it tasted just like the last one.

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