Sex-Ed for Dummies - Lesson 09

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Author's Note: Thanks to MrMaxLord for the celebrity instructor suggestion!

Lesson #9: Exhibitionism

Starring Selena Gomez

Codes: MF, Oral, Public

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"Guys and gals, welcome! Welcome back to another exciting installment of Sex-Ed For Dummies!"

The enigmatic guest host of the world renown sexual education phenomenon sweeping the globe, Hugh Johnson, stood on his newly refurbished late-night set, accompanied by band. Clapping his hands together, he rubbed them eagerly. The camera panned slowly upwards from his blindingly polished shoes, along his crisp black (and oh so very tight) slacks to his perfectly tailored suit. His tie was the same mauve color as the velvet curtain behind him. His teeth gleamed brilliantly white in the dazzle of the studio lights and slicked back silver hair glowed like starlight as he amped up the live studio audience. They were all cheering wildly, some stamping their feet in frenzied anticipation of what was to come. Many of the attractive hopeful's tonight were eyeing the people on either side, mentally undressing them in the event of potential orgies that might break out later in the show.

"We've got a fantastic lesson for you tonight." Hugh said, as The Fellatio Five finished playing him in and the crowd's cheers gradually died down. "Really top notch. Selena Gomez is here!" The crowd woo-hooed. "Yes. Yes. Lovely Selena Gomez. She is talking, and undoubtedly showing, something very near and dear to her heart. Exhibitionism. For those not in the know, that could mean any and everything from jerking it in the car to a quick blowie in the dog park to buttfucking the new intern in the conference room between meetings." He paused as the crowd looked confusedly at one another. "No one? Just me then?" He laughed. "But you aren't tuning in to hear me prattle on, let's bring out Selena!"

The Fellatio Five kicked back to life and from behind the velvet mauve curtain, Selena Gomez emerged looking nothing short of a million bucks. A tight colorful striped evening dress that hugged every curve on her body, her makeup expertly applied and her dark hair hanging to her shoulders. Clicking across the stage in high heels, she strutted over to Hugh. Hugging, they exchanged kisses on cheeks and he graciously led her over to his large mahogany desk and the softest velvet chairs positioned next to it. Plopping herself down upon the squishy fabric, she settled comfortable into it as he settled behind his desk, shuffling his talking points for the evening. The crowd was going wild, and Selena waved, blowing them a kiss before Hugh gestured for them to quiet down.

"Hello Selena!" Hugh said, beaming at her. "Sex-Ed For Dummies is positively thrilled to have you here tonight."

"Oh my gosh, thank you! It's so great to finally be doing this. I've wanted to teach a lesson ever since I saw how much fun Taylor had doing hers!" Selena said brightly.

"Ms. Swift assured us she had the best time that night. Many others did as well." Hugh said with a cheeky grin. "But let's talk about you."

"And exhibitionism." Selena corrected him with a knowing look.

"Yes. Why don't you explain to the viewers at home what exhibitionism means to you and how it factors into your daily life."

"A picture is worth a thousand words, right? Here's a great example." Selena said and with a quick tug on the front of her dress, popped out both of her impeccable perky breasts, each dark nipple reaching a stiff point.

The crowd drew a collective gasp as they stared at the caramel-colored funbags. Dicks tightened trousers and panties were flooded with a rush of arousal as they gazed and gawked. Jiggling them for the camera, the pair was indistinguishable from one another except for the signature mole painted on her right breast. Then with a giggle, she put them away, to the disappoint of every single person in the studio and at home.

"Basically, it means some kind of sexual activity in a public setting or place where one wouldn't normally take place."

"And you do this regularly?" Hugh asked, ever the consummate professional, although if you peaked underneath his desk he was pitching a tent large enough for three.

"Oh yes. For one, I never wear a bra if I don't have too." She shrugged sending her tits bouncing. "I mean, why hide these fantastic sweater puppies?"

"They are fantastic."

"That means people usually get eyeful of my boobs and more than the occasional nip slip."

"But beyond that?"

"Beyond that? I love having sex in public places. It's gets me off so hard. Like nothing else. That thrill of being caught? It's intoxicating."

"What would you say is the riskiest place you've ever had sexual relations?" Hugh asked.

"Hmmm..." Selena said, thinking as she rubbed her chin. "Award shows. Definitely. Can't tell you how many close calls I've had at award shows. Banging backstage or hell, even just lifting my dress up and finding the nearest lap. But to be honest, I'm not picky. I'll do it just about anywhere. In a parking garage? Perfect. Dark movie theater? Even better. Deserted alleyway? Push me up against that wall! A hotel elevator? Hell yea!"

"Those all sound awfully specific." Hugh said, adjusting in his seat as each scenario flashed through his very vivid imagination. He cleared his throat. "Today's format is going to be a little different. I'm afraid we haven't any live sex to film today in the studio." There was a collective groan of disappointment from the audience. "We learned our lesson last time! Selena has already filmed everything for today's episode! We're going to give it a watch and she'll provide commentary and insight as we go. Isn't that right?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no sex in the studio." She said, batting her mascara-laden eyelashes in Hugh's direction. "But yes, I filmed everything last week with the help of one of the hunkiest guy's I've ever seen." She leaned forward, giving a nice peek of cleavage and whispered, "And one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen." She held her hands comically far apart from one another, a look of pure shock and joy on her face. Then she leaned back and resumed in a normal speaking voice. "Clarence his name was."

"A handsome man indeed." Hugh said, "And a PHD doctoral candidate at UCLA studying psycho-sexual urges and tendencies."

"Is he really?" Selena asked, mouth hanging wide open.

"Yes. Didn't that come up at all?"

"No, but something else came. Several times." Selena winked.

"Eh-hem, well, yes...are we ready with the first clip?" He got a nod from offstage. "Before we begin, is there anything you want to say Selena?"

"Lube up those hands, dildos and whatever else you've got. Get ready to rub one out because this is some hot stuff! Roll it!"

***

A mounted dashboard camera rattled as two people lounged in the luxurious inside of a ludicrously expensive sports car. It was the type of vehicle made for doing over 100 on the wide-open road. Instead it was currently sitting in traffic in downtown Los Angeles. One of the occupants was one Selena Gomez, clad only in a paper-thin black tank top, both her perky breasts and accompanying nipples easily visible through and a black skirt so short you could see just about everything. Imprinted upon the top in large white letters were the words, Sex-Ed For Dummies. She waved to the camera.

"Hey there Dummies. We are today here in sunny LA on our way to the Third Street Promenade for a little filming and fun. Of course, there's fucking traffic, wouldn't be LA without it. I had the idea to fire up the camera a little early and kick off the lesson right now. Isn't that right Clarence?"

Lounging comfortably in the driver's seat was an insanely muscular man, skin darker than coal with a jaw chiseled out of granite. He grinned with brilliantly white teeth from behind large stylish shades. Wearing only a plain white tee and shorts, he nodded. Looking squarely into the camera, her hands caressing her own terrific set of tits, lack of a bra painfully evident, and both nipples stiffer than bullets as she palmed the perky pair. With a tug, she freed them from their poorly constructed prison, resting them atop the dark tank top.

"Not to step on anyone's toes, I'm sure the fine folks at Sex-Ed For Dummies have an entire lesson planned for car sex, but I just couldn't resist this opportunity. The windows in this car aren't tinted, and we are very low to the ground. Anyone not in a smart car should be able to see what I'm about to do no problem! Hot."

Shaking her chest for the camera, she turned away and showed them off to the woman in the car next to them. She spat out her coffee in surprise. Selena winked and rested back in her seat. One large dark hand moved to maul the hefty rack as Clarence fingered the soft titflesh between his fingers, giving each nipple a shameless pinch.

"This is going to be so great for my thesis. Actual hands on experience. Hot damn girl." He said, squeezing tight and marveling at each jiggling boob.

"Damn yourself!" Selena cooed, clearly not listening to a word he said as her mischievous mits rubbed his lap, a large cylindrical bulge growing there with each passing second.

In a flash, Selena had his pants undone, fishing out the enormous black pole contained within. Marveling at the size, her mouth hung open as she looked into the camera. Shivering with excitement, she shook the stiff wang by the girthy base.

"Today is going to be so fun. I just know it. Roadhead is perfect for an exhibitionist just starting out. In a regular car, people probably can't see who you are, but they'll likely know what's happening. But of course, make sure not to crash the car! That's no fun for anyone! If you get really worked up, just pull over on the side of the road for a little wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am."

With that she bent over his lap, her plump, shiny lips surrounding the crown. Spit sloshed down in great splashes as she slurped at the tip until the dark shaft was wet and shiny. From the wide angle of the camera, you could catch glimpses of other people's reactions. And react they did, especially once her head began to bob up and down. Clarence groaned louder than the engine as more and more of his cock disappeared from view. One person averted their eyes in horror. Another pointed and ogled. A third pulled their own phone out and was trying to snap a picture.

Choking down the veiny prick, it was quite the remarkable achievement to swallow even half of it, let alone the entire thing. Clarence rested one enormous hand on the top of her head, gently, but firmly, guiding her progress up and down the shaft as traffic shifted and a whole new group of people were greeted to the sight of some truly excellent road head. Coming up for air, several sticky strings of saliva clung to her full lips as her hand squelched around the shaft. Making eye contact with the passenger in the car next to them, she gave a sly smirk before taking the crown back between her lips and sucking it down again.

Adjusting her position, she knelt in her seat, lips pressing down against Clarence's groin. Of course, this new position had the added bonus of her panty-less pussy facing the window. Lips left the big black dick just long enough to say, "From this position, those people out there gets to see a little something more. Hot for them. Hotter for me."

She was right of course. The middle-aged gentlemen in the car next to them had his face pressed against the window, fogging up the glass as his eyes popped out of his head. Drooling like a simpleton, he stared at Selena's glistening pink pussy lips while her head rose and fell. Then, as if a switch flipped, he suddenly wrestled with his pants and started beating off furiously, watching her all the while. Unfortunately for him, traffic was just starting to clear up. The open road appeared in front of them and Clarence revved the engine to life as Selena reluctantly let the cock fall from her mouth. Sitting back down in her seat, she wiped her lips, giggled and blew a kiss at the camera.

"Mhmmm, can't wait to show you more once we get there." She clicked her seatbelt back in as Clarence did his best to tuck away his raging hardon. "Safety first!"

***

Back in the studio, the collective audience visibly shifted, agitated in their seats. Underwear struggled to contain throbbing boners. Panties were soaked through, huge wet splotches growing larger with every second. Hugh cleared his throat loudly as the camera fixed back on him and Selena.

"That was quite the display. Tell me. Why the road head? That was totally unscripted. You hadn't planned any of the lesson until actually arriving at the mall. Why not just wait?" Hugh asked.

"A desire to teach? I spotted an opportunity? Boredom? What else was I supposed to do?"

"Listen to the radio?"

"Eh. Once you're on the radio, it actually starts to lose its appeal. Come on, let's get to this next part! This is really where it gets good! We do some shopping!"

***

A montage of clips shot on an iPhone so advanced, it wasn't even out yet flashed across the screen. Selena trotting through the outdoor mall on a sunny southern California afternoon, Clarence behind the camera capturing every moment. People milled about, going about their business. Some seemed to recognize a celebrity in their midst. Others didn't even notice or if they did, didn't care. It was LA after all.

Selena had eyes only for the camera and the stud behind it. She flirted with the phone like it was second nature. Dirty looks. Winks. Blown kisses. Hiking up her skirt here to reveal her bare bottom, and giving those fat caramel cheeks a quick clap. Flashing her ta-ta's, bouncing them up and down before hurriedly stowing them away. Any and every excuse to grind up against and grope him. Clarence had a tent in his pants from the moment they exited the car until the moment they entered the high-end lingerie store. Inside, Selena browsed through the selection of fancy undergarments, each skimpier than the last. Victoria Secrets couldn't hold a candle to this place.

Leaning in close, she whispered to the camera, "Half the fun of exhibitionism is the buildup. As you've seen, I've been teasing Clarence nonstop since we go out of the car. It makes that moment of release so much sweeter." Honey dripped from those words. "And I'm not done yet. Not even close."

Clarence was playing the role of the dutiful, but bored boyfriend as Selena selected two armfuls of lingerie, holding up each one to her scantily clad body before depositing them in his arms. After picking through the silkiest, laciest and most revealing bedroom boudoir items that Sex-Ed For Dummies could buy she marched into the changing room. Three wooden doors, and inside an array of mirrors. Clarence was relegated to sitting outside. One outfit after another was paraded before him. His wood was bordering on painful by this point. Teddys. Stilettos. Thigh-high garters. Bustiers. Corsets. You name it. Every time Selena emerged, she would strut for the camera, twirl around and grind on Clarence. And every time they were continually interrupted by a pesky saleswoman, eager to make a huge commission with the sale. Selena always hurried away with a wink. Finally, in her last outfit of the day, she called out to him.

"Babe, could you come in here? I need your opinion on this!"

Hurrying inside, he nearly pulled the door off its hinges in anticipation and slammed it behind him. Selena was standing there in a simple, yet elegant pink silk robe that she let drop from her shoulders revealing her stunning naked form. Immediately she dropped to her knees.

"We have to hurry before anyone finds out." She whispered, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock. "I'm gonna suck this thing so fucking hard. That's the thrill of it people. Pure and simple. Doing something in a place you shouldn't. It's so naughty."

Without any further ado, Selena wrapped her pink plump lips around his hardness. Those puffy pillows engulfed the throbbing veiny prick as she slid them along his length until they surrounded the base. Her big brown eyes stared straight down the camera as she bobbed along the big black cock. Tucking strands of her voluminous shiny hair behind her head, she moved faster and faster. A long, low, deep bass rumbled emanated from Clarence. It echoed loudly around the tiny changing room. Selena withdrew her lips and placed one perfectly manicured finger to them.

"Shhhhhh." She whispered. "Quiet is the name of the game when fucking in public. Sure, it's sometimes fun to get caught, but you can actually get into a lot of trouble if the person is a prude or a stickler for the rules. Or sometimes they just want to join in."

Promptly returning to the thick dick in front of her Selena perpetrated a disappearing act between her glossy gobsmackers. Hefty black balls resting comfortably upon her chin, she never even blinked as she continued staring up into the camera. Gurgling pleasantly, she held him there as he throbbed inside of her. Then she released the now spit-soaked prick with a singular long slurp. Greedily grinning, she dove back in. The blowjob was loud. Sloppy. Trails of spit spilling freely down her chin to hang and wobble off the quivering schlong and fall down onto the careless array of lingerie covering the floor of the dressing room. Clarence angled up the camera to look at the reflection of them in the mirror, the back of Selena's head a dark blur as he struggled to hold it steady, trembling from head to toe.

Framing her once more in the shot, she popped off the dick to say, "Of course, I didn't come here today just to suck. I came here to fuck. I mean, teach. Let's go at it big guy."

Selena sat on the small wooden seat in the dressing room, back against the wall as she spread her smooth tanned legs wide. Pink labia glistened as Clarence handed the phone over to her. Settling on his handsome face, he took up residence between her thighs, lapping at the abundance of sweet nectar leaking from her dribbling honeypot. The audio of the phone was filled with Selena's heavy breathing as Clarence shoved his talented tongue deeper into her twat.

"Shit!" She whispered in a high-pitched voice. A quick swap of the camera and it was back on her face, contorted with pleasure. "He's really fucking good at this!" Clarence grunted with satisfaction. "As good as Taylor!"

Swapping back the camera back to him, Clarence stood up and grabbed the thick dark spear wobbling in front of him. A gleaming jewel of precum glinted at the tip.

"You ready for this dick Selena?"

"Mhmmm!"

The camera zoomed in close at the head of his impossibly thick cock smacked against her hot pink ladylips. The coal color stood out in sharp contrast to her bronzed thighs. Teasing with the head, a sudden sharp thrust from his hips and he stuffed her full, a heavy grunt sounding from him. Selena for her part, cried out loudly, unable to stop herself. They both froze for a moment, as a sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Ms. Gomez?" The saleswoman's voice called out from beyond it. "Everything all right in there?"

"Yes." Selena squeaked out, her voice a good octave higher than usual. "Just slipped putting on a garter." Clarence started rolling his hips.

"Ok. Well, if you need anything please do not hesitate to ask." She responded cheerily, then paused. "Where did your male friend go?"

"Went. For. A. Snack. Thank. You. Miss." Selena said in a strained voice as Clarence slid all ten inches in and out of her, faster now. Then she addressed him. "You're so bad. You're gonna get us caught!"

"Isn't that the point?" He asked, grabbing on her shapely hips and really picking up the pace.