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The crowd was going wild in their seats. It was Camila Cabello’s best concert in a long time, and everyone seemed to know it and enjoy being able to watch it live. Encore followed encore as the wild fans got exactly what they wanted and more.

Logan Blackwood was just one of those crazy fans enjoying their superstar’s generosity and a wish to spoil her fans for all that they’ve done for her. However, in his case, he was about to get much more from his idol than anyone here would ever dare to imagine.

His realistic expectations and normal-sized ego prevented him from thinking that when she had pointed into the audience seemingly straight at him, she was truly pointing at him. She, however, was doing just that, as the staff member currently crawling on the ground and making his way through the numerous seats to Logan’s one very much proved by his actions.

When the staff member slammed the post-it note he was carrying on the underside of logan’s seat, the young hunk did feel something strange, but when he looked down, the quick-moving staffer was already gone.

Receiving the signal that everything was ready to go, Camila finished the song she was now singing and spoke to her audience.

“Thank you all so much my loves! You have no idea how much I love all of you and how much I appreciate that you’re always there for me. You know that I’d love to keep spoiling you with encores, buuut…” she teasingly said, making it clear that following that elongated, “but,” was gonna be something even better than encores could be. “You guys deserve something much better to end this show with. So, as one of America’s greatest stars might do, look under your seats and see what you have there!” she enthusiastically announced.

When they did so, the fans went crazy. For a good reason. Just as if they were the audience on Oprah’s show, when they looked under their seats, they found sweet, if a little small considering how many of them had to be created, stacks of cash glued to the chairs.

What was under their seats were almost all of the profits made from the tour this concert was the last part of, specifically, almost all of the profits that weren’t already used to pay off the people who worked to make this show happen in the first place.

This, for Camila, was one of the best parts of being a multimillionaire celebrity. She already had everything she could possibly want! With her life being what it was, she could easily throw around a few million in a day like this, especially when what she actually wanted had nothing to do with any of that money.

Indeed, what, or better said, who she wanted, was currently looking at the pink sticky note hastily attached to the stack of cash he had on the underside of his seat, and the message that was written on it in red.

“Come backstage to meet me hunky boy, XOXO.”

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When the show had come to a close, Logan did exactly as he was told on the note. About half of the other fans were already gone while the remaining half was just about to disappear as well, so, it was a surprisingly quick walk to the backstage, with no random lines to wait in for anything.

For a couple of moments, he had fully expected the staff members to at least try to stop him when it became clear where he was making his way to, but when no one so much as batted an eye on him, he finally realized that, yes, he truly was wanted and this wasn’t just some weird dream of his.

Finally, he found the door he was looking for.

“Come in! The door’s open!” she called out at him from her private room, aware of his presence before he had even knocked or otherwise announced himself.

With an amused look on his face, Logan looked at the camera on the top of the wall next to him, before opening the door and stepping in.

There she was, the superstar he had been passionately following for the last couple of years, still dressed in that shiny dress she wore on stage.

“Ah, there you are! Finally, I was getting a bit worried,” she welcomed him as she jumped to her feet and started walking towards him, arms outstretched and ready to hug him while he just pinched himself to once again convince himself that this wasn’t a dream. “What’s your name by the way? We were so focused on everything else that we forgot to check that,” the Cuban beauty said.

“Erm, Logan Blackwood,” he shyly replied, unsure of what to do in this situation.

“Nice to meet you Logan, you probably know who I am, right?” she sarcastically asked.

“The best woman on the face of the planet,” he half-jokingly replied, some of his self-confidence returning to him.

“Ahh, don’t be so rash, I don’t think your mom would’ve liked to hear something like that.”

“She agrees, we’re both huge fans,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Unfortunately, she had to work today.”

“Mmmm,” the singer replied, her caramel eyes scanning his tall body as she did so. “I see.”

Somewhat uncomfortable at being checked out like this, he took a small step backward, before completely freezing and realizing that he was utterly clueless as to how to act in this situation.

OK, this was truly happening. He had already established that multiple times. She truly called him in here, to meet with her alone, while calling him “hunky boy” in that note. Not that that was the first time any woman had called him something like that, nor was this the first time a woman had asked him out or arranged a meeting with him alone to seduce him… but those were typical women.

This, on the other hand, was Camila Cabello. An international Latina superstar with a gorgeous face and beautiful body, looking at him with her big, caramel eyes and pretty much undressing him with them already. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and his cock was throbbing, but just to be completely sure, he decided to remain passive for just a couple of moments more.

“So, why am I here?” he innocently asked.

“Because I called you and you were a good boy that obeyed what I said,” she immediately replied, licking her lips after doing so.

“Yeah, I get that,” he said and this time, for a change, took two steps forward, staring at her nice breasts, beautifully revealed and enhanced by the near-see-through dress she wore, the entire time.

“What can I say? Even stars are human. A lot of us periodically cry about it in front of the media whenever they decide to step from the public eye for a while, or at least claim that they want to do so,” she started explaining. “I’m just a young woman at the end of the day. Is it that bad that when I see a hot, cute young hunk, my first instinct is to have my staff sneakily invite him to meet me, so hopefully… I can bang the absolute shit out of him until my pussy is beyond satisfied and he can barely move?”

“Not at all,” he absentmindedly replied, his gaze switching between her gorgeous cleavage and pretty eyes.

“You aren’t underage, are you?” she urgently asked. “Just to be sure.”

“I’m twenty-one,” he replied.

“Nice, I love younger guys,” the singer replied with a smile on her face and glitter in her eye, prompting him to smile as well. “So, that’s it. I’m completely transparent with you…”

“You sure are,” he interrupted her, checking out her body clad in that barely-existing, glittering dress that she wore just as she checked out his body at the start.

“Indeed. You know what I want, and I’m pretty sure we both know what you want as well,” she said as she started undressing, the sight of her doing so making him visibly jerk as his body skipped a beat. “Are we going to fuck or not?” she said as her dress hit the floor, fully revealing her shapely, tanned body to him.

The response she had gotten from him was a mouthed, “Oh, fuck,” followed by him undressing even quicker than she did. She barely registered what was happening before he was completely naked and the only thing she could look at was the thick, hard, throbbing cock attached to the very well-sculpted athletic young body in front of her.

“Tan grande…” she said to herself. “Those jeans must’ve been crushing you. Let me make sure you’re OK.”

With that, she closed what remained of the distance between them, got on her knees, and went to work.

“Ooh, shit,” he breathed out as her lips closed around his cockhead and she started sucking.

Had he looked down into her eyes instead of staring at the ceiling, he would’ve seen her smile impishly for a while at his reaction before continuing the fellatio as if nothing had happened.

She knew her craft her. Slowly and lovingly feeling up his muscular thighs, she made sure that he was feeling as much pleasure as efficient as she alternated between sucking him and bobbing her head on his cock in surprisingly regular intervals.

“Aah, yeah, aah,” he moaned when she finally added some tongue work to the sucking and bobbing.

“Mmm, hhmm,” she reacted, humming into his cock.

By now, he had grabbed her by her hair, taking charge of her head as she gave him some head, while she stopped caressing his thighs and instead started playing with her tits and masturbating.

“Ahm, I’m about to cum,” he managed to force out after a few deep groans and grunts.

“One into my mouth, one between my legs,” she happily announced after pulling her mouth off of his cock. “Just as I’ve wanted,” she added, before taking him back into her oral cavity.

“Oh God,” he replied, breathing deeply and heavily, as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching as his idol and favorite singer sucked him off like a basic hooker.

This time grabbing his cock with her left hand, she stopped bobbing her head and started focusing entirely on sucking his cockhead as she jerked off the rest of his cock. His guttural grunts let her know that she was doing very well, so, she kept on going, ruthlessly sucking him as she jerked off his saliva-covered cock with all of her strength while masturbating.

When his body tensed up and cock throbbed, her pussy did as well, knowing that her mouth was about to be filled with his sweet seed. Just a few sucks and jerkings later, she got just that. Five loads of the hunk’s thick, salty cum suddenly filled her mouth, flooding it and forcing her to immediately swallow them.

“Aah, yeah, shiit, that’s it, suck my cock and swallow it all Camila!!” he screamed in pleasure, holding her head still in place with his cock in her mouth after she already swallowed all of his offerings.

“Mmmm, mm, hmmm,” she hummed as she tried to break free from his grasp. “Well, did you like my mouth, Logan?” she asked when he finally released her grip on her head.

“Well, it was one of the better ones I’ve gotten,” he replied as he looked down at her and into her eyes, trying hard to sound as cocksure and arrogant as efficient while flexing his muscles a little.

In reality, compared to the couple of mediocre ones he had received so far, this was easily the best blowjob he had ever gotten. However, now that he was officially a hot, young hunk so attractive that a Hollywood superstar needed to invite him backstage to suck him off just after seeing him, he might as well play the role of that a little.

Besides, he was definitely looking forward to what was coming after this.

“Ooh, I bet so, but don’t worry, we aren’t stopping there,” she said with a wink as she stood up and licked her lips. “You wanna fuck my pussy?” she said as she spread her sex for him, “Or my ass?” she added, turning around and slapping her round, caramel buttcheeks.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard,” he added, partly just continuing to play the role he believed he had to play, and partly being so genuinely horny that an attitude like this just came naturally to him. “Bend over slut,” he said as he put his muscular arm against her soft tummy and placed the other hand on her back, prompting her to do exactly as he had ordered while his cock recovered to full hardness.

“Oow, fuuuck!! Yeah!” Camila moaned loudly as the hard cock, still well-lubricated from having been in her mouth, entered her ass. “Sí papi! Fuck me papi, fuck your little puta!”

“Fuck, so tight,” he breathed out, enjoying the feeling of her asshole around his cock before slowly taking it out.

Then, just as slowly, he put it back in.

“Aaah, damn, you must really love stretching girls’ asses, don’t you, sexy boy?!” the Latina celebrity asked.

“First I love this much, and I’ve had a lot,” Logan replied, far from sincerely.

“I see, I see!” she moaned before, unable to stay on her legs, falling to the ground. Now supporting herself with her elbows, she was still bravely and happily holding her ass up for him to fuck it.

He slapped it. Then again, this time right when he penetrated it again.

He couldn’t help himself. Looking at the ass sticking out into the air as he fucked it, just asking to be slapped, it was just too much for him.

“Ah, ah, yeah, keep fucking me!” the trendy singer moaned, almost pleadingly.

She got her wish.

Thrust by thrust, he penetrated her tight asshole deeper and deeper, harder and harder as he held her by her hips. Her ass was incredible. He could feel it sucking his cock in as if he were still getting a blowjob from her.

He was about to come soon, and from the sounds of it, she was as well.

“Yeah, papi, fuck my ass, fuck my tight little ass papi!” Camila screamed as her body shook while he penetrated her. “Yeah, keep fucking me, keep fucking me holy shit!”

“Ah, yes, you’re so tight, your ass is so fucking tight!” the lucky fan grunted out. He was giving all of his strength and energy into those last couple of thrusts.

“Ah, ah!” was what left her throat as she hurriedly repositioned herself, moving from supporting herself with her elbows to doing so with her hands, pushing her ass even higher and pressing it harder against his crotch to feel the approaching orgasm as quickly as efficient.

“Shit! Cumming, I’m cumming!” he grunted out, hardening his grip on her hips as he came just as he promised, the three thick cumshots that suddenly filled her ass being the last straw that pushed her towards her own orgasm.

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeaaahh!” she bellowed as every muscle in her body tensed up as she came, the powerful orgasm flowing and reverberating throughout her stiffened body. “Aaaahh,” she purred lovingly, before falling on the ground, his cum leaking out of her asshole.

“Oh, God, yes,” he blurted out before his cock twitched, sending one last cumshot on her ass to mix with the sperm that was now flowing down her buttcheeks onto her thighs and dripping down at the ground.

He, likewise, got off of his knees. Almost falling on his ass, he joined her as, for almost a minute, the superstar and the guy who could now happily call himself her number-one fan breathed loudly and deeply, in and out, as they dealt with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

“Can you come to the next concert as well?” she suddenly asked when she finally stood up again. “The one in two days.”

“What?! But that’s like, three states away, I can’t just…” he likewise got back on his feet as he protested.

“I can get someone to pick you up,” she proposed as she silenced him with a finger on his lips. “Or I’ll just send a plane for you.”

“Wait, what, you’d do that?” he stammered, as he realized what she had just said.

“For a cock that good, and orgasm even better? Hell yeah,” the multimillionaire said with a wink.

“Well,” the young hunk said as he started putting his clothes back on, already turning around as he prepared to leave. “I’ll think about it, I’ll definitely have to think about it, but feel free to send as many fancy limousines and private jets as you want, I’ve always wanted to be in one of those.”

“Ooh, don’t worry, I will,” she absentmindedly replied with a quiet giggle at the end as he left the room, thanking herself for having noticed him in the sea of her fans as the door closed behind him.