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Skin-a-max Presents: The Celebrity Car Wash	By : Muhabba Category: Celebrities - Misc > Crossovers Views: 10135 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I make no money from it. I do not know Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Chloe Moretz, Miley Cyrus, Hailee Steinfeld, Jennifer Lawrence, Victoria Justice, Sofia Vergara, or have anything to do with them.

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This is a work of complete fiction.  It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it
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good for you.  No one over legal age should read this for the same reason.  All characters used
in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person.  I do not know Selena Gomez, Taylor
Swift, Demi Lovato, Chloe Moretz, Miley Cyrus, Hailee Steinfeld, Jennifer Lawrence, Victoria
Justice, Sofia Vergara, or have anything to do with them.  I do not own or have anything to do
with the state of Miami or any car washes there in.  Comments are always welcome and
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Story Code: M+/F+, F+/F+, Exhib, Voy,

Skin-a-max Presents The Celebrity Car Wash Starring Selena Gomez
By Muhabba

Chapter 03

     First Class ticket holder or not, Selena had long ago discovered that everybody had to wait
in line at the airport.  “She did it again,” she giggled into her cellphone as she readjusted her
carry-on, “She got me drunk and basically attacked me, Victoria.”  She stood casually in line
dressed in ripped, loose fitting blue jeans and a men’s white button-up shirt, only buttoned
halfway, with no bra.  She was completely unaware of the stares she was getting both for the
amazing amount of chest she was showing and because she was paying no attention to how loud
she was talking.

     “Phttt...” Victoria Justice snorted into her phone.  “You are soooo gay for Taylor it’s not
even funny,” she giggled.

     “I am not,” Selena giggled defensively, “She gets me drunk and takes advantage of me.
Sometimes for entire weekends.”

     “Ha!” Victoria laughed out.  “And who’s the one that keeps buying the drinks.”  It wasn’t
really a question.

     “That’s not the point,” Selena said, trying to sound mad and failing.  “Just because I’m
buying doesn’t mean that she can get me drunk and fuck me silly for hours on end.  It’s
practically rape really.”

     “You’re the only girl I know that brings lube to her own rape,” Victoria giggled.

     “Just that once.  And how was I supposed to know what she was going to do with it,”
Selena said with a grin at the memory and still unaware of the leering stares she was getting
from the men, and some of the women, around her.

     Victoria rolled her dark eyes as she giggled, “Because you also bought the wine.  Listen, I
gotta go to a pitch meeting.”

     Now it was Selena’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Is this the pitch for that show nobody wants
and took you two months to get a meeting just so they can tell you ‘no’ officially?”

     “That’s the one,” Victoria chirped.  “Gotta go, love you,” she finished and heard Selena
reply before hanging up.  She tucked her phone back into her purse just as the television
producer’s secretary called her name.  She stood up and straightened her plain black dress cut
just short enough to show off her long legs.  She fluffed her straight, dark brown hair so that it
framed her face and the almost indecent amount of cleavage her small breasts allowed her.
Checking her make-up one last time and batting her wide eyes she tucked her compact back into
her purse and walked into the producer’s office.

     Victoria greeted and shook the hands of the producer and his assistant before sitting
across from them in front of the producer's desk, hiking up her skirt a little.  She’d been told
‘no’ several times on her project and already knew how this meeting would go and figured that
she’d be in and out in twenty minutes.  Or rather, the producer, and now apparently his
assistant, would be in and out in twenty minutes.

     The older producer looked sternly over at Victoria.  “You know we’ve already passed on
this project, Victoria.  I only granted you this meeting out of professional respect but I doubt
there’s anything that could change my mind.”

     Victoria knew that she didn’t have long to capture the producer’s attention as she pulled
her dress farther up her tan thighs.  “Then I’ll go ahead and get to the thrust of my argument,”
she said as she slowly crossed her long legs.  “I’m very passionate about this project,” she
continued as she rolled her shoulders a little to emphasize her small, firm breasts, “This project is
very nearly a love affair to me,” as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs again, sliding to the
edge of her chair to pull her dress up even farther, “I want to give my project to you.  Let you
work your magic on it, own my project, use it,” she said as she reached behind her and held her
zipper between her fingertips.  “With your talents my project can see to it that everybody will
be deeply and completely satisfied.”

     As the last of her pitch rolled off of her pink tongue, Victoria pulled down her zipper at the
same time as she stood up, her dress sliding easily down her arms, off her body, and pooling
around her ankles as she stood defiantly.  She wore a strapless pink push-up bra to help
emphasize her small breasts and a matching pink thong.  She stepped out of her black dress,
still wearing her matching pumps, and walked around the producer’s desk, grabbing the assistant
by his tie on her way to drag him along, to stand in front of the older man.  “What do you say,
Mr. Producer sir?  Do you want to use your special talent on my project?” she asked coyly as
she got down on her knees between his legs and began using her free hand to unzip his tented
pants while dragging the assistant down with her.  She smiled wickedly up at the producer, not
waiting for a response as she pulled out and swallowed his already hard cock, already knowing
what his answer would be.

     At the airport Selena continued to stand in line having moved nearly a foot in twenty
minutes.  She looked around at the people milling around, moving back and forth from gate to
gate or to the kiosks selling bric-a-bracs.  Sometimes she wondered who the different people
were and what kind of interesting lives they led and she enjoyed making up stories about them
in her mind.

     Phil.  Airport security.  Middle-aged and overweight.  Boring marriage with a bitchy
wife and a snotty daughter.  And suddenly thankful for marring his bitchy wife to give birth to
his snotty daughter because without her he’d have no idea that the beautiful sex goddess across
the waiting area from him was Selena Gomez despite her large sunglasses.  He’d lost count of
the number of episodes of “The Wizards of Waverly Place” he’d masturbated to or how many
videos of her he’d watched on mute and as he crossed the waiting area he didn’t care.

     Phil tapped Selena on the shoulder and felt his dick lurch as she turned around and smiled
at him.  He tired to sound official as he said, “Airport security, ma’am.  May I see your ticket?”
He sucked in his gut as much as he could and he took Selena’s ticket, his hand shaking with
nervousness.

     “Is there a problem, officer?” Selena asked helpfully, not noticing the guard staring at her
bronzed chest.

     “Just... just a random search, ma’am,” Phil said without even looking at the ticket.  “Can
you come with me please.”

     “No problem, officer,” Selena said happily as she followed the guard out of the waiting
area, through a short hallway and into a small room.  The room had one small, metal table and
two small, metal chairs.  “What can I do for you?”

     Phil’s face was starting to turn red with nervousness as he continued trying to hold in his
gut and he finally looked over Selena’s ticket.  “It says here you didn’t check any luggage, just
your carry-on.  Is that correct?”

     “Yes, officer,” Selena said as she sat her shoulder bag on the table and opened it up.  “I’m
headed to Miami and my bikinis don’t exactly take up a lot of room.  See,” she said holding up
one of her tiny bathing suits.

     Phil gasped as he imagined Selena wearing the barely there bikini.  “It’s three bits of pink
cloth and some string.” he thought to himself in wonder.

     “Yep, it’s hot, right?” Selena asked innocently as she stuffed the tiny bikini back into her
bag.  “Is there anything else, officer?”

     Phil forgot how to speak as images of Selena wearing the pink bikini and running in slow
motion across a beach at sunset into his waiting arms ran through his mind.  “What?  Oh,
uh...”  He had no idea where his next words came from, he had only wanted to meet Selena,
trick her into an autograph maybe, but suddenly he blurted out, “I’m afraid we’ll have to do a
strip search.”

     Selena huffed, crossing her arms under her tits and stamped her foot causing her bra-less
tits to jiggle.  “What?  Again?  This happens every time I fly commercial,” she whined.
“Wait.  Isn’t there supposed to be a female agent for those?”

     “Well, ah... I mean...” Phil stammered.  “There is and... and she’s on her way.  We’ll, ah...
we’ll just have to... to, ah... wait a bit.”

     “But I’ll miss my flight,” Selena pouted.  She hung her large frame sunglasses from her
loose fitting shirt, pulling the material down farther to expose more of her chest as she stared
hopelessly at the security guard with puppy dog eyes.  “You’re a official somebody, aren’t you?
Can't you do it so I don’t miss my flight?” she asked without a hint of shame.

     “I... Me... uh, I... I suppose?” Phil stammered, not quite sure of what had just happened to
have made his life so interesting all of a sudden.

     “Yea!” Selena cheered as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands as her
unencumbered breasts swung beneath her shirt.  She placed her sunglasses on the table and
began hurriedly unbuttoning the last few buttons on her shirt.  “I really appreciate this,” she
said happily.

     Numbly Phil watched the sexy celebrity nonchalantly take off her shirt, revealing her
perfectly bronzed breasts and brown nipples to him.  She bent down and slid her pants down
her legs, her tits dangling but still barely moving because of their firmness as she stepped out of
her jeans and purple panties.  She stood back up unashamedly nude except for a pair of
sneakers that matched her panties, giving him his first peek at her shaved pussy and the dark
landing strip of pubic hair right above her pink slit.

     “How do you want me?” Selena asked before bending over the table slightly, thrusting her
firm ass out and spreading her feet shoulder length apart, “Like this?  Is this good?”

     Phil’s brain shut down and his body went on automatic as he dumbly nodded his head, his
cock suddenly throbbing to life and tenting his pants but for some reason Selena seemed
completely oblivious to the sexuality of the situation.  He shuffled behind her, literally drooling
at the sight of her ass, her cheeks parted just barely enough to give him a peek at her asshole
and her bald pussy-lips.

     Selena waited impatiently for the guard to search her.  “Not to be rude or anything but
can you hurry up and search me, I don’t want to be late for my flight,” she asked politely.

     “How do you search a naked person?” Phil wondered momentarily before simply
shrugging his shoulders and starting the best he could.  His heart fluttered as he ran his fingers
through Selena’s silky smooth hair, down her silky smooth neck and shoulders, farther down her
silky smooth back, over her silky smooth hips, traveled down her silky smooth legs, back up the
insides of her silky smooth thighs, and then, finally, over her silky smooth and taunt ass.

     “Oh my,” Selena thought as the guard tenderly and lovingly ran his hands over her body,
“His wife is a lucky woman.”  She involuntarily shuddered slightly as he ran his thumbs up the
cleft of her ass before his hands parted to caress up her sides to her arms.  His fingertips lightly
touched the sides of her breasts and she shivered again, more deeply, and smiled as her nipples
tightened.  “He has got a really nice touch,” she giggled to herself, “He must be really good at
his job.”

      Phil moved closer to the naked young woman to reach around her body, his cloth
encased erection pressed against her tan ass as he slid his hands up to cup the beautiful
celebrities firm breasts.  His breath caught in his throat as she moaned at his touch and began
grinding her well sculpted rear-end against his trapped prick and his palms slid across her hard
nipples.

     Selena moaned and looked over her shoulder at the panting security guard with a cheeky
grin on her face.  “You sure are thorough,” she said breathlessly, “Were you planning on a full
body cavity search, officer?”

     Feeling his nervousness suddenly melt away, Phil used his most authoritative voice as he
said, “I take my job very seriously, ma’am,” while he ground his groin against the starlet’s warm,
smooth, taunt ass.

     Turning around to face the older man Selena said, “And I do appreciate a man in uniform,”
before slowly getting down on her knees.  “And I think it’s okay to start calling me ‘Selena’ now
instead of ma'am,” she said with as smirk as she unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the floor.
With dainty, deft hands she undid his pants and pulled his thick, hard cock out.  “Mmm, very
nice,” she said as she began tugging on the guard’s prick before sticking out her wet tongue and
swirling it around the tip.  She sucked the first few inches into her warm, pink mouth, rubbing
her talented tongue along the bottom of the shaft as she began bobbing her head back and forth.
Her lips stretched tightly around his girth as she swallowed as much of it as she could until the
sensitive tip bumped against the back of her mouth.  “Yep, his wife is definitely a lucky woman,”
she thought gleefully.

     Phil ran his hands through Selena’s silky smooth hair as he slowly rocked his hips back and
forth, lightly fucking her mouth.  He bent down and palmed one of her tits, playfully pinching
her nipple before rolling it between his fingertips, making her moan around his cock.  He
straightened back up and withdrew his dick from the young starlet’s mouth, fisting it as he lifted
it up.  “Lick my balls,” he said hoarsely as he peered down at the sexy young woman.

     “Who’s searching whom?” Selena playfully asked him before replacing the guard’s hand
with her own, jacking him off as she ran her warm, pink tongue across his sensitive balls.  She
sucked and lick on one ball, drawing it into her mouth and licking it all over before switching to
the other.  She covered his entire sack in her warm saliva before he took a step back from her
and then bent down.

     Hooking his hands under Selena’s arms, Phil hoisted her up and sat her on the edge of the
table.  “Good point,” he said briskly as he knelt down in front of her.  He flung her legs over his
shoulders and dove between her golden thighs, driving his tongue into her dripping pussy and
causing her to squeal in delight.  He fucked her pussy with his tongue as he ran one of his
fingers along her dewy labia and his thumb around her hard, little clit.  He hungrily attacked her
cunt with his mouth and fingers, eagerly lapping at her juices as she began humping herself
against his face, yelling out in pleasure as she began tugging at her nipples.

     “I’m cumming!” Selena shrieked out as her orgasm hit her like a lighting bolt.  Her
trembling thighs locked around the security guard’s head as her juices gushed from her cunt and
she began huskily chanting, “Oh, oh, oh...”  She rode out her orgasm until she collapsed on the
table, muttering, “Oh God,” with a dopey grin on her face.

     Phil wiped the warm drops of Selena’s cum from his chin as he stood up.  He aggressively
yanked her towards him until her compacted ass was nearly falling off of the edge of the table.
He aimed his cock at the gasping celebrity’s dripping pussy and said, “Now hold on, ma’am.
We’re about to get even thorough-er.”  With one thrust he buried his dick inside of the young
woman’s cunt, her hot walls parting around him like butter until this cum filled balls were resting
on her ass.  Her wet pussy immediately gripped down on his invading prick as the young star
shrieked with pleasure, her graceful back arching and her tan tits up-thrust, gravity pulling them
slightly to their sides.  She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him to her and he began
fucking her hard and deep.

     Selena’s head and upper body thrashed around on the table, her tits jiggling wildly as she
felt herself already on the verge of another orgasm.  The security guard leaned over her as he
pounded himself into her pussy, burrowing deep into the core of her.  He bent down lower and
began licking and nibbling at her golden chest, sucking one hard, little nipple into his mouth and
then switching to the other.  His mouth and tongue covered her chest until her wobbling tits
were gleaming as wetly as she had left his balls which were smacking against her compacted ass.
Suddenly she thrust her hips up and gripped him tighter with her legs, holding him to her as she
wrapped her arms around his neck for support and shouted, “I’m cumming again!  Fuuuuck!”

     The aging security guard held himself tightly against Selena’s writhing body as she rode out
her orgasm, her tight cunt rippling around his shaft buried inside of her.  “I’m... I’m... I’m
gonna...” he grunted as the sexy starlet began relaxing beneath him.

     “Hold on a sec,” Selena grunted as she began pushing the security guard off of her.  She
climbed down onto her knees and looked up at him.  “Tits or face?” she asked nonchalantly.

     “F... fa... face,” Phil grunted and Selena helpfully sat up straighter and closed her eyes.
His cock erupted with more force than it had in years and his white cum rained down across the
singer’s tan, beautiful face.  Between shots of his thick seed he heard Selena ask, “Not my hair
please,” and he nodded in compliance.  With the last shot of his cum splattering on the girl’s
up-turned face he grunted in relief before leaning against the table, panting for breath.

     “All done?” Selena asked.

     Phil nodded again before remembering that the songstress's eyes were closed.  “Ye...
yeah,” he panted.

     “Tissue?” Selena asked with her eyes still closed as he raised up a dainty hand.

     Phil tugged up his pants to dig through his pockets and found his travel sized pocket of
tissues.  He grabbed a few for himself and then placed the pack into Selena’s outstretched
hand.

     “Thanks,” Selena said happily as she started cleaning the sperm from her face.  “I didn’t
want to get cum in my panties since I didn’t bring any more, y’know.”

     “Yeah, yeah sure,” Phil said as he finished cleaning himself up and began struggling to
refasten his pants.  “You can, you know, just keep the package,” he said sheepishly, not knowing
the exact protocol after a quickie with a celebrity.

     Selena cleaned the last of the guard’s cum from her face and the began cleaning her cum
from her thighs.  “Awww, you’re so sweet,” she said as she got up and gave him an affectionate
kiss on the cheek.  “I better hurry or I’m gonna miss my flight,” she added before hurriedly
getting redressed, which didn’t take very long considering how little clothing she had been
wearing, and ran out the door.  “Nice to meet you,” she called back just before the door closed.

     “You too,” Phil muttered before collapsing in one of the chairs in exhaustion as he took
one last look at Selena’s ass before the door closed.

     The flight and debarking wasn’t nearly as exciting as boarding had been and Selena quickly
exited the airport after landing in Miami, putting her sunglasses on to try not to be blinded by
the warm, bright sun.  She pulled her phone from her hip pocked and hit the speed dial as she
began trying to hail a cab.  The call quickly connected and a tinny voice answered, “Demi Lovato
speaking.”

     “Why do you always do that?” Selena asked as she continued waving for a cab.

     “Do what?” Demi asked.

     “Announce yourself on the phone like that,” Selena said with a girlish giggle as a cab
stopped in front of her.  “I called your phone, I recognize your voice, I know it’s you, and my
name pops up on your phone.”

     In her bedroom Demi pursed her lips to make sure her lipstick was perfect.  “It’s called
‘Phone Etiquette.  You’d know that if you had any manners.  Put your phone on speaker.”

     Selena closed the cab door as the driver got in started the meter.  “What?  Why?” she
asked as she gave the cabbie her uncle’s address.

     “Cuz I just got out of the shower and started putting on my make-up so I got to put you on
speaker and I don’t want to be the only one,” Demi rambled as she put her phone on speaker
and sat it down.

     Selena giggled.  “That makes no sense.”

     “Just do it,” Demi whined as she batted her eyes in her mirror.

     “You’re such a neurotic,” Selena laughed as she put her phone on speaker.  “There, fine.
You’re on speaker now, happy?”

     “Thank you, sweetie,” Demi said as she pulled her shoulder length dark brown hair into a
tight pony tail.  She readjusted her floor length robe and stared seriously at her reflection.
“You arrive in Miami yet?” she asked as she began slathering on her eye-liner.

     “Yeah, just landed,” Selena told her before blurting out, “OMG!  I gotta tell you what
happened!”

     “Plane get taken over by rapist pirates?” Demi asked as she batted her eyes at herself
again.

     Selena rolled her eyes.  “Pirates take boats, not planes.  And besides, that’s your fantasy,
not mine.”

     “This is true,” Demi said as she loosened her robe and began rubbing lotion onto her neck
and chest.

     “Anyway, I totally got fucked,” Selena giggled, completely forgetting that she was in an
enclosed space with another person.

     Demi stopped rubbing the lotion on her now gleaming chest as she gasped in surprise.
“By who?” she asked as she stood up and walked to her closet and began picking out her outfit,
“Taylor get you drunk again?”

     “Why does everybody think it’s Taylor?” Selena asked.

     “Cuz you’re totally gay for each other,” Demi said matter of factly.

     “Phttt, whatever,” Selena grumbled.

     “So who was it if it wasn’t Taylor?”

     “I don’t know, just some guy,” Selena said sheepishly with a wide grin.  “He was, like, a
security guard are something.”

     Finally picking out a outfit, Demi laid it down on the bed and took off her robe.
Completely naked she walked back to her vanity and grabbed her phone and the lotion.
“Fucking a complete stranger you just happen to run into sounds more like Taylor than you,” she
said as she admired her naked body in the mirror.  “I’m thinking of getting a boob-job, I’m tired
of my A-cups,” she said offhandedly.

     “Your tits are fine,” Selena said, not wanting to get back into the old argument.  “Besides,
your ass is at least a D-cup so it makes up for your tits.  Can we get back to me for a minute?”

     “Sorry, sorry,” Demi said as she walked back over to her bed and placed her phone down
on her bedside table and began smearing her lotion on her tan, naked body.  “You said you
were channeling the libido of Taylor Swift.”

     “Yeah,” Selena responded as she closed her eyes and began drawing up every little detail
she could remember, in her mind the guard became significantly younger and better looking.
“Well first he started with the pat down and he was soooo good with his hands, Demi.  I mean,
like, really good.  Like a professional massager or something and I just kept thinking, ‘His wife
must be a lucky woman’.”

     “He was married?!” Demi gasped, her small tits and large ass jiggling.

     “He had a ring.  And maybe kinda old,” Selena giggled.

     “Slut,” Demi said playfully.  “And then...”

     Selena moaned slightly as she continued, “Well, I was naked because it was a strip search
and his hands were just flowing over me like warm water.  My nipples got immediately hard
and my, well, you know, got, like, really wet.”

     Demi started absentmindedly massaging the lotion onto her tits as she pictured Selena’s
scene in her mind.  “Fuck a complete stranger but can’t bring yourself to say ‘pussy’, heh.  And
then...”

     The cabbie kept having to tear his eyes away from the sexy young girl in his rear-view
mirror to concentrate on the road.  He didn’t know what it was about young girls and their
phones but it seemed that anytime they were talking on them they completely forgot that the
rest of the world was there.  “How can she not realize I can hear everything she’s saying?” he
wondered as he stared at the girl’s deep cleavage and stroked his hard-on through his pants.

     Selena’s fingers played lazily with her open shirt as she continued her story, “And then he
was pressed up against me and I could feel the bulge in his pants, and let me tell you it was quite
a bulge for a old guy.  So I, kinda sorta, unconsciously, totally not knowing what I was doing
because I was just that turned on I couldn’t help myself, started rubbing my butt against him and
he started playing with my breasts.”

     Demi licked her lips, her eyes closed as she began toying with her hard nipples.  “You can
call them ‘ass’ and ‘tits’, sweetie, it’s that kind of story,” she said breathlessly as one of her hands
drifted lazily down her abdomen.

     Giggling again at her friend’s naughty language, Selena said, “It’s my story and I’ll say
whatever I want.  Anyway, I turned around and got on my knees and pulled his, y’know, penis
out.”

     “Mmm,” Demi groaned as she tugged on her nipple with one hand and and used her other
hand to slide a finger between her wet pussy-lips, “Cock.”

     “Whatever.  So anyway,” Selena continued, “I stared sucking on him and it was pretty
thick but I manged to get, like, half of him in my mouth and just started sucking.  I don’t know
what came over me!”

     The cabbie tried to stifle a moan of lust as he yanked the steering wheel to avoid a car that
he hadn’t seen because his eyes were nearly glued to the young girl caressing her chest in his
rear-view mirror.  He was rubbing his cock more firmly through his pants as he watched her dip
her fingers beneath her wide open blouse.  “Just had sex and already horny again.  Gotta love
the young ones,” he thought as he jerked on the wheel again.

     Demi slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, rubbing her G-spot while her thumb
circled her clit.  “Go... go on,” she panted.

     Selena’s fingers slid carelessly over the insides of her breasts, spreading her blouse open
wider while completely oblivious to the cab driver staring at her or his erratic driving.  “And
then I started licking his, well, testicles, balls, nuts, whatever you want to call them, while he
played with my tits.  Then, all of a sudden, right outta the blue, he yanked me up and threw me
on the table.”

     Spreading her thick thighs to give herself easier access, Demi began plunging her fingers
into her wet cunt as deeply as she could before adding a third finger.  The hand playing with her
tits slid down her horny body and slid behind her.  "And... and then..." she panted.

     Moaning slightly, Selena said, "He just attacked me.  His mouth, his lips, his tongue, his
fingers, he just knew where to put them and what to do.  I've never cum like that before.
Certainly not with Justin."

     "Fu... fuck Justin," Demi panted as she slid a lotion slick finger into her thick, tight ass.  As
she pushed the three fingers into her cunt she slid the one in her ass out before switching,
working her fingers like a piston as she fucked herself.  She groaned as she slid a second finger
into her ass and began bucking her hips back and forth against her hands.

     "No thank you," Selena giggled, "The security guard was more than enough.  He didn't
even need to look, y'know?  You know how a guy sometimes needs to slip and slide around
looking for where he needs to go?  Not this guy.  Just, Bam!  In to the hilt and let the sex
commence.  I mean, I just got done with one orgasm and all the sudden I'm rocketing to
number two.  It was amazing!  And then he bent down and was licking and nibbling on my
breasts and I start cumming again."

     "Cumming," Demi muttered to herself as she finger-fucked her hot, horny body.  Her
warm juices were sliding down the insides of her spread, trembling thighs as she continued
shoving three fingers into her pussy and two into her ass, panting in pleasure.  "A... and... and
the... and then..." she gasped.

     Demi's moans through the phone brought Selena out of her memories.  "Wait, are you
masturbating?"

     "And... and then..." Demi asked in need.

     "Well, I didn't want to get my panties messy because I didn't have any luggage so I let him
come on my face," Selena finished as she listened to her friend pant and moan.

     "Cuuuummmm..." Demi stuttered as her own orgasm rushed through her, her pussy and
ass gripping her fingers as her cum slid down her tan legs.  Breathlessly she collapsed on her
bed.

     Selena glared at her phone.  "Seriously, are you masturbating?"

     "No," Demi giggled as she pulled her sticky fingers out of her body, "Not any more."

     "What..." Selena started before being flung forward as the cab came to a sudden, noisy
stop.  She bounced off of the soft backside of the driver's seat and looked out the windshield at
a bent stop sign wedged against the hood of the cab.  She found her dropped phone and picked
it up.  "Demi, I've got to call you back.  I think my cab's just been in a fender bender with a
stop sign," she said.

     "Okay, Sel," Demi said breathlessly, "I've got to take another shower now anyway."

     Selena hung up her phone and stuck her head up front to check on the cabbie.  "Are
you..." she started before noticing his erect cock in his hand.  "I don't think that's covered by
insurance," she said matter of factly.

     Deeply apologetic and grateful that Selena wasn't going to press charges, the cabbie
waved the fee and helped her gather up her scattered bikinis.  Her shoulder bag was
undamaged and since she was only a few blocks from her uncle's she decided to just walk the
rest of the way.  The cabbie assured her that he would take care of the police and since he was
the professional in all of this she went on her way not noticing him leering at her ass as she left.
Or him running off just before the police arrived.

To be continued...
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