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Archive name: naomi.txt (MF, affair, intr, celeb)
Authors name: Star Driver (Anon address)
Story title : Naomi Campbell: Naomi's Boy Toy

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Naomi Campbell: Naomi's Boy Toy (MF, affair, intr, celeb)
by Star Driver (Anon address)

***

Naomi Campbell is one of the world's most beautiful 
women. This sexually related story about her is nothing 
more than a guy's fantasy about being close and catching 
the eye of, one of the most beautiful women in the world.

***

I am employed by a livery service in Los Angeles. Our 
service is often utilized by various celebrities because 
of a well-deserved reputation for discretion and 
excellent service. It's a job I enjoy greatly, not least 
because of the opportunity to share the occasional sexual 
fling with one of my famous passengers. 

These flings are always at the instigation of my 
passenger. I value the work too much to go making 
unwelcome advances. Now don't get the wrong idea. It 
doesn't happen with everyone that gets in my car. It 
seems to be a matter of circumstances being just right. I 
just don't bother writing about the typical drive 'em 
here, drive 'em there, take 'em home assignments. I would 
rather make known the tales of the tails I've known. 

Some of the tales are pretty standard in terms of the 
sexual activity. They just happen to involve people that 
are well-known entertainers and such. On the other hand, 
I have had a few adventures that went beyond what is 
typically classified as "normal" sex; they would most 
likely be classified as "kinky". The first time this 
happened was with fashion model Naomi Campbell. 

My assignment was to drive up to Ventura, about an hour 
north of Los Angeles, to pick up Miss Campbell and bring 
her back to the city. I made good time on the drive up 
and arrived about 20 minutes before I was expected. I 
parked the limousine outside the address I was given and 
went into the lobby. 

It was a large office building with several floors and a 
number of offices listed on the directory. I hadn't been 
given any specific instructions beyond the address but I 
noticed a photography studio listed for the third floor. 
I figured that was good bet, especially considering it 
was a Saturday afternoon and the other businesses were 
likely closed. I took the elevator to the third floor and 
when the doors opened, I found myself standing in front 
of a reception desk manned by a young blonde wearing a 
telephone headset. 

She was speaking into the phone so I waited patiently 
until she finished and explained why I was there. It 
turned out I was at the correct location and the 
receptionist indicated that I should have a seat while 
she notified Miss Campbell that I had arrived. 

Several minutes later, she called to me and told me I 
could go ahead to the dressing room, as the shoot was 
finished and Miss Campbell would probably need assistance 
with her bags. I followed her instructions down a hallway 
and knocked on a door that said "Dressing Room". 

A voice loudly called for me to come in, so I opened the 
door and walked inside. There were quite a few people 
inside, some who appeared to be other models and some who 
appeared to be aides and assistants of both sexes. Before 
I had a chance to say anything, an older woman approached 
and asked if she could help me. I explained who I was and 
she indicated a tall black woman in the corner, seated at 
a makeup table with her back to me. 

I moved across the room and cleared my throat, then spoke 
her name. She stood and turned to face me. She was 
wearing a yellow knit mini-skirt and a matching yellow 
tube top. The top was low on her chest and revealed her 
tits almost to her nipples, which were poking out through 
the material. I guess I was staring noticeably, because 
she put her finger under my chin, tilted my head up so I 
was looking at her face and said "I'm up here." 

I was pretty embarrassed to have been caught ogling her 
and I felt my cheeks flush. She laughed at my reddened 
face and gave me a little pat on the head. I dropped my 
eyes completely to the floor, noticing in the process 
that she was barefoot. 

"Aw, don't be that way. Men just can't help themselves. 
What's your name, handsome?" she inquired. 

I introduced myself and explained that I was her 
chauffeur for her ride back to Los Angeles. She nodded 
and indicated several nearby pieces of luggage, asking if 
I could carry them for her. I grabbed the bags and turned 
to lead her out. As I passed by her, I gave a gasp and a 
little jump as she pinched my ass, hard. 

"Yeah, I like that!" she murmured, then called out to the 
other folks in the dressing room. "Good-bye all! Me and 
my boy toy gotta hit the road." 

I felt myself blushing again and found myself wondering 
if she was going to be like this the entire ride. I 
wasn't used to such flirtatious behavior and found it 
kind of intimidating. The typical passenger was much more 
low-key. 

We rode the elevator down to the lobby and I led the way 
to the car. I opened the trunk and as I was stowing the 
bags, her hand snaked down between my legs to fondle my 
balls. I gave a start and banged my head on the trunk 
lid, causing her to laugh. 

I was a little upset at this but kept my cool, knowing it 
was only a short ride back to L.A. When I closed the 
trunk and turned towards the sidewalk, Miss Campbell was 
standing on the edge of the curb. The additional height 
of the curb put her tits right at my eye level and I 
couldn't help taking another look. After all, they were 
barely covered and the sight of her hard nipples pressing 
against the fabric was riveting. 

I abruptly realized I was staring and looked away, 
blushing for the third time. I was silently cursing 
myself. I am normally pretty blas‚ around beautiful 
women, having become slightly inured to their presence 
during my years of driving. This one, however, was 
brazenly sexual and enjoying my discomfort. Then she made 
it even worse for me. 

"Well, I better do this or you'll drive us off the road 
thinking about my tits." As she said this, she pulled the 
front of her tube top down so her tits flopped free of 
the material. She cupped them in her hands and told me to 
go ahead and look. 

In spite of myself, I did look, briefly, then turned my 
head and reached for her car door. I was completely 
rattled by now and desperate to get on the road. She let 
go of her boobs but made no move to cover them, instead 
strolling casually over to the open door and sliding into 
the back seat. I closed the door as soon as I could, 
amazed at the whole episode. 

I stood outside the car for a minute, taking a few deep 
breaths and trying to focus. I was telling myself to be a 
professional; just finish the assignment and let it go. I 
was sweating and uncomfortably aware that her antics had 
given me the beginnings on an erection. I unconsciously 
moved my hand to make my cock sit a little more 
comfortably and her door popped open. 

Naomi was grinning widely at me and I noticed she had 
still not put her tits back into the top. She called to 
me rather loudly to stop playing with myself and get back 
to business. I was totally chagrined and felt like a 
sixth grade kid as I opened the driver's door and 
gratefully slid into my seat. 

I headed out to the freeway, glad to finally be off and 
driving. In a few minutes, we were back on the 405, 
heading south to Los Angeles. I found my mind wandering 
over the events of the last few minutes and had to brake 
hard to avoid a car merging onto the freeway ahead of me. 

Almost immediately, the intercom connecting the driver to 
the passenger compartment buzzed and I heard Miss 
Campbell's voice mocking me. 

"Keep your mind on the road, Henry, not on my tits. We 
want to get here alive, don't we?" 

I cursed to myself and despite everything, I found myself 
wondering if she had even put her tits back into her tube 
top. I unconsciously slowed down to about 50 miles an 
hour and came out of my reverie when the car behind me 
blew its horn. 

Again the intercom buzzed and Naomi fired off another 
shot. "I think you ought to speed up, Henry. We do want 
to get there today. Don't make me give you a spanking!" 

I quickly brought the car back up to speed, and flipped 
on the air conditioning to combat the sweat pouring down 
my face. Damn, this assignment was turning into a 
nightmare. All I wanted was to finish the job and find 
the nearest bar. 

Traffic was normal for a Saturday afternoon and we were 
making fairly good time. My passenger was quiet for 
fifteen minutes or so and I started to think she had 
tired of toying with me. Not hardly! 

The intercom crackled once more. I was beginning to hate 
the damn thing and found myself gritting my teeth as I 
waited for her to speak. 

"So, Henry, what other services you provide besides 
driving?" 

I didn't say anything, afraid that whatever I said would 
simply provide more ammunition for her to continue 
teasing me. However, she wasn't willing to let things 
rest. 

"Henry, are you mad at me? I'm just playing with you, 
sweetheart. Tell me you're not angry." 

"No, I'm not mad, Miss Campbell." 

"Ooh, 'Miss Campbell'. I like the way you say that. I 
like any man that knows the ladies are in charge. Long as 
a man does what I tell him, I won't hurt him much." 

My mind was spinning now. I couldn't figure out what she 
was trying to do. Was she just trying to see how far she 
could push things or was she leading up to a proposal? 
Nothing in my past experience had prepared me for this 
and I was bewildered as to what to do or say. I finally 
decided that I should just be patient and remind myself 
that it was just a job. 

I continued to make good time, probably because I was 
exceeding the speed limit in my desire to finish my 
assignment. Traffic had thinned out and I was able to set 
the cruise control and relax a little bit. 

We were about five minutes from her hotel now and I began 
to breathe a little easier. She hadn't spoken in almost 
20 minutes when the freaking intercom buzzed again. Her 
voice was pitched a little different now and she seemed 
serious when she spoke. 

"So how's the action in this town, Henry?" 

I named a few of the clubs that where currently popular 
among the jet set and gave a brief rundown of each one. I 
also identified a few restaurants, unsure what her 
intentions were. 

She sighed and spoke in a voice of pity, "Poor Henry. He 
doesn't understand the difference between action and 
dinner. Honey, you ever hear of sex? You know, the 
horizontal mambo, doin' the nasty, getting' it on? I 
think Naomi got to do right by you. You don't get out 
much." 

I sighed to myself, partly in frustration but mostly in 
relief that the assignment nearly complete. I was pulling 
up in front of the hotel now and the longest ride of my 
life was almost over. I pulled to the curb and noticed 
the bellhop was busy unloading a car ahead of me. Not 
wanting prolong things any longer than necessary, I 
hopped out and practically ran around the car to open her 
door. 

She was sitting in the middle of the wide rear seat, and 
I was glad to see she had covered herself up again. She 
grinned at me and winked as her hands slid under her 
miniskirt. To my utter astonishment, she lifted her hips 
off the seat and slid a pair of panties down her legs. 
One foot came out of the panties and she extended the 
other leg towards me, pressing the sole of her foot 
against my crotch and letting the underwear dangle from 
her toes. 

"Here's your tip, Henry. Take them with my compliments." 

My jaw was gaped open and I numbly reached forward and 
took the silky fabric in my hand. I stood there, 
dumbfounded, as she slid towards the door. She very 
deliberately brushed her tits against me as she stood up 
and I felt my dick swelling in my pants. She gave my cock 
a quick squeeze and told me to come up to her room in 
half an hour if I wanted a bigger reward. 

She called to the bellhop to come get her bags and turned 
back to me. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered 
to me in a sexy voice. 

"If you do come up, Henry, I'll show you what I mean by 
action. Only two rules: you do whatever I tell you to and 
you wear those panties when you knock on my door. Room 
617, half an hour." 

Then she turned and walked away without a backward 
glance. My eyes were glued to her long legs and swaying 
ass, now covered only by her tight yellow mini skirt. I 
stood there like an idiot until the bellhop broke the 
trance, asking me to open the trunk. I realized I was 
still holding her underwear in my hand and quickly shoved 
them in my pocket before letting him in to get Miss 
Campbell's luggage. 

I climbed back behind the wheel and sat there, stunned 
beyond belief. Had she really just invited me up to her 
room? Granted, I had seen my job bring some action my way 
in the past, but not like this. I thought about pinching 
myself to see if I was dreaming and only reminded myself 
that she had given my ass a solid pinch within a minute 
of meeting me. I reached into my pocket and sure enough, 
a tiny pair of lace panties were now in my possession. 

The bellboy had long since finished unloading the trunk 
and must have been annoyed that I was blocking the 
driveway. I jumped in surprise when he knocked on my 
window and I hastily balled the panties up in my hand. I 
started the car and pulled out of the hotel, 
automatically heading towards the dispatch office. 

Something made me pull over to the curb. The entire 
sequence of events since my arrival in Ventura ran 
through my head. I thought of how she had flashed her 
tits, and her comment that if a man did what she wanted, 
she wouldn't hurt him much. I began to get an erection 
and then the memory of her peeling off her panties and 
extending her leg came into my head. I could almost feel 
her tits brushing against me and her hand squeezing my 
cock. I realized that I was sweating again and that my 
cock was fully erect. 

I was still puzzled by the whole thing and scared to 
return to her hotel. I was equally afraid of missing the 
chance to see what would happen in her room. I had been 
with my share of women before but I had never felt so 
overwhelmed by any of them. The whole episode had been 
kind of humiliating but her blatant sexuality had kept me 
strangely excited. For several moments, fear wrestled 
with arousal and curiosity, and in the end, arousal and 
curiosity carried the day. 

I headed back to the hotel, very aware that almost 20 
minutes had passed since she had extended her offer, or 
challenge or ultimatum, whatever the hell it was. I 
parked in the garage under the hotel and, feeling like a 
fool, removed my own boxer shorts and put on the 
underwear Miss Campbell had given me. 

They were thong type panties, made from satin or silk or 
something. I had no trouble drawing them up to my waist, 
but the tiny triangle in front didn't have much room for 
my hard-on. The head of my dick poked out of the side and 
what the fabric concealed was tightly confined. The 
elastic band running between my ass cheeks felt pretty 
weird and I couldn't believe I was sitting in a hotel 
parking garage putting on women's underwear. 

I realized I had to get a move on and hurriedly pulled my 
pants back up, then tied my shoes, which I had removed to 
get the pants off. I was sweating again, and used my 
handkerchief to wipe off my neck and face. Then I walked 
quickly to the elevator. 

As I waited for a car to arrive, I realized that my 
crotch was bulging with my erection and the silky fabric 
rubbing against the head was keeping me stimulated. I 
tried to think about something other than sex, but of 
course that was impossible. I was hoping no one would 
board the elevator, as my arousal would be obvious. 

Naturally, two attractive women in the late twenties 
boarded at the lobby level. They exited at the third 
floor and I heard them giggle at some comment one of them 
made. Although I had no way of knowing if I was the 
subject of their laughter, I was humiliated at the whole 
thing and was grateful to reach the sixth floor. 

I half ran to the door of room 617 and took a few deep 
breaths, trying to settle myself down. I thought briefly 
of running back to the elevator and getting the hell out. 
Was I nuts? Granted, Miss Campbell was absolutely 
beautiful but did I really want to subject myself to her 
whims? My mind was still filled with doubt and my mind 
seemed separated from my body as I watched my hand reach 
out and knock on her door, timidly at first then with a 
solid thump. 

Nothing happened for a full minute and I was almost 
happy, thinking she had changed her mind. Then the 
feeling of my cock wedged into the tight panties I was 
wearing reminded me that I was sexually primed and I 
reconsidered. I reached out to knock again but before my 
hand connected, the door swung open. 

I inhaled sharply at the vision before me. She had 
obviously showered during the previous half hour, as her 
hair was still damp. She was wearing a sheer white robe 
that barely reached past her crotch. She had white mules 
on her feet, with a three-inch heel and little puffs of 
white on the single straps that ran across her feet. The 
added height of the slippers made her about an inch 
taller than myself and she seemed to tower above me as 
she stepped up close to me. 

She ran her hand down my cheek and smiled as she spoke, 
"Well, well, little Henry is braver than I thought. Are 
you wearing my panties, honey?" 

I nodded my head twice, entranced by the sight of her. 
The double thickness of the robe where it was folded 
across her front didn't conceal much, it was obvious she 
was nude beneath the thin fabric and I could see the 
shadow of her nipples. She crossed her arms across her 
chest and I heard in her voice the same mocking tone she 
had used earlier. 

"Cat got your tongue, Henry? A gentleman doesn't nod his 
head, he answers politely and respectfully. I ask you 
again, are you wearing my panties?" 

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I did as you asked." 

"I didn't ask, Henry. I told you. Just as I will tell you 
what to do the entire time you are in my room. Are you 
going to be a good little toy? Believe me, I'd enjoy 
giving that tight little ass of yours a good spanking. 

To be honest, her words scared me. I had never had any 
S/M experiences but I knew that to plenty of people, it 
was a big part of their sex lives. I also knew she meant 
what she said. She was calling the shots and if I entered 
that room, it would be under her terms. My throat went 
dry at the thought but I was too far lost in her sexual 
web. I licked my lips nervously and told her I was ready 
to what she told me. 

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I'll be a good little toy. You're 
the boss here." 

"Let's see how well you can listen. Kneel on all fours." 

Because of her position in the doorway, I was entirely in 
the hallway as I did as she ordered. I was embarrassed to 
be kneeling outside her room like a dog begging to be let 
in, but I was committed now to seeing where this would 
take me. 

Her feet were directly under my nose and I heard her tell 
me to kiss her toes. I obediently dropped my head and 
pressed my lips against the toes of each foot. Apparently 
I had passed first test, for she stood to the side and 
told me to crawl into the middle of the room and stay on 
all fours. 

I did as she said, my face burning with shame and my cock 
pulsing with delight. I heard her footsteps and her feet 
and lower legs passed through my field of vision as she 
settled onto a sofa in front of me. I couldn't resist the 
urge to look towards her pussy but she wasn't going to 
allow me any cheap thrills. 

"Eyes on the ground, Henry. You look at me when I tell 
you to, not before. Understand?" 

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I'm sorry, ma'am." 

"Good. Now then, lets get a look at you in those panties. 
Stay on the floor as you undress." 

It was difficult to remove my uniform in such a manner 
but in a few minutes, I was kneeling on all fours once 
again, this time wearing only a tiny pair of ladies 
underwear. I could feel my cock poking from the side of 
the front panel as I waited for her next command. 

Two full minutes passed before she spoke again. She told 
me to crawl forward and sit back so that my ass was 
resting on my lower legs. I did as she told me, and then 
spread my legs apart when she ordered. She noticed my 
dick wasn't fully covered by the panties and ordered me 
to stand up. When I did so, she adjusted them so my cock 
head was trapped in the front of the underwear. This left 
a gap at the top where my cock bent within the 
confinement and she seems pleased with the obscene 
picture this created. 


She motioned for me to return to the floor and I sat back 
on my legs with my knees apart. She murmured an approval 
of my obedience, the slipped one foot from its slipper 
and extended it to my lips. I needed no orders to realize 
what she wanted and I took it gently in my hands. I 
planted soft kisses along the tip of each toe, then ran 
my tongue up the top of her foot to her ankles. I licked 
the top of her foot until my tongue had explored every 
inch, then began licking the bottom of her foot as well. 

I had never done more than kiss a few toes in the past, 
but a pretty foot on a shapely leg had always presented a 
sexy sight to me. Now, under the orders of a woman I had 
first met just hours before, I found that I was eager to 
explore this particular fetish. I ran my tongue along the 
sole of her foot for a few minutes, then moved my lips 
back to her toes. I started with the big toe and sucked 
each one into my mouth in turn, letting my tongue run 
over them as I did so. When I finished with the little 
toe, I worked my way back to her big toe and kissed the 
top of her foot again. 

If she was pleased with my efforts, she gave no sign 
whatsoever. She simply lowered that foot to my crotch and 
moved the second foot to my lips. As I repeated the 
treatment on her second foot, the first one idly rubbed 
my cock and balls. Occasionally her long toes would 
squeeze me through the fabric. While at other times she 
simply rubbed it back and forth across my swollen 
erection. When I finished with her second foot, she let 
it drop to join the other in my lap and she spoke for the 
first time in almost fifteen minutes. 

"Don't I get a thank you for allowing you that pleasure?" 
she asked imperiously. 

I was profuse in my thanks, aware of how I must look and 
sound, kneeling at a woman's feet, clad only in a pair of 
her panties, telling her how glad I was that she had 
allowed me to suck her toes. I found the picture 
humiliating but truth to tell, the whole thing had gotten 
me even more excited. 

I wondered to myself just what was happening to me. 
Within a few hours this woman had turned me into her foot 
licking love slave and I was glad to be there. I was 
confused at my response to her manner and at the same 
time, eager to obey her next command. She didn't make me 
wait long. 

"Bring me your necktie, Henry," she demanded quietly. 

Without even thinking about it, I stood and carried it 
over to her, wondering what she had in mind. When I stood 
in front of her, I knew instantly that she was 
displeased. 

"Henry, did I tell you it was okay to stand up?" she 
snapped at me. 

Humbly, I replied that she hadn't, that I had acted 
without thinking at that I was sorry. I dropped back down 
to the sitting position I had been in earlier and 
apologized for standing. She knelt down behind me and 
told me to cross my wrists behind my back. I did so and 
she began to tie my wrists together, using the necktie I 
had just handed her. I panicked at the thought of being 
restrained but kept my worries to myself. I had just 
upset her and I was afraid another error on my part would 
end the entire affair. 

Once she had my hands tied securely, she sat back down in 
the middle of the sofa. I kept my eyes down but I could 
feel her gaze burning into me. When she spoke, her voice 
carried an icy tone and I shivered involuntarily. 

"You have displeased me, Henry. If you want to stay here 
in my room, you'll need to be punished. Come lay down 
across my lap." 

With my hands tied together behind my back, it was 
difficult to get myself moving. I lurched to my knees, 
stumbling against her legs in the process. She pushed me 
away and I fell over on my back. She tapped her foot 
impatiently while I rolled over on my belly and struggled 
back to my knees. After a few minutes, I managed to get 
myself in position across her knees, my body stretched 
lengthwise along the sofa. 

My cock was bent painfully against her leg and I wiggled 
to try and find some relief. She raised her hand and 
brought it sharply down on my ass. I cried out, more in 
surprise than pain, and she hit me again, harder this 
time. This blow did hurt and I felt a glow begin to 
spread across my ass. 

"Stay still and this will be over quickly. Fight me and 
I'll spank you until you cry," she said through clenched 
teeth. 

I stopped moving and prayed for control. She continued 
spanking my ass, moving her hand around to reach every 
square inch. Some blows were almost gentle taps, while 
others were hard enough that I was barely able to stay 
still. After about fifteens slaps to each cheek, she 
stopped hitting me and began to rub the burning cheeks of 
my ass. I hadn't been punished like this in over 15 years 
and the combination of my stinging ass and the 
humiliation of it all very nearly did bring me to tears. 

As she rubbed my flesh in a tender fashion, she asked me 
if I had learned my lesson. I assured her that in the 
future, I would stay on the floor unless she told me to 
do otherwise. She suggested I thank her for the 
discipline and I did so, not really meaning it but afraid 
she would start again if I didn't. Satisfied with my 
apparent regret, she removed me from her lap by simply 
pushing me onto the floor. I hadn't been expecting this 
and I fell heavily downward. I spun slightly as I landed, 
which brought my ass underneath. My already sore butt 
slammed into the floor forcefully and I grunted in pain. 

She told me to get back in the sitting position and I 
struggled to do so. I managed to position myself as she 
ordered and she stood on front of me, only inches away. 
She undid the belt holding her robe closed and let the 
garment slip from her shoulders. Her ebony skin gleamed 
before my eyes and my cock, which had lost some of its 
enthusiasm during my spanking, was instantly erect again. 

My head was directly opposite her pussy and I could see 
that she kept her cunt lips free of pubic hair. In fact, 
the only hair visible was a small tuft just above her 
clit. I could smell her arousal and her labia glistened 
with moisture. She told me to kiss her pussy and I 
awkwardly twisted my head to plant a kiss on her outer 
lips. 

She sat down with her ass on the edge of the sofa and 
leaned back, spreading her legs as she did so. As she 
moved her legs apart, her cunt opened before me like a 
flower and the pink interior was exposed. She told me to 
eat her and I moved forward until my mouth was at her 
crotch. 

Leaning in close, I pressed my lips against her pussy and 
let them slide along the slippery wetness until I reached 
her clit. My tongue poked from between my lips and 
circled her clit, eliciting a groan from Miss Campbell. 
Encouraged, I sucked the hard nub into my mouth and held 
it there, sucking lightly as my tongue flicked back and 
forth. I felt her hands grip the back of my head and she 
pulled my face directly into her crotch. 

"Lick that wet cunt, Henry! Be my good little cunt 
lapper. Make Naomi happy!" she ordered me. 

Obligingly I continued to suck on her clit. My shoulders 
ached from the strain of my bound arms but I kept my 
attention focused on licking and sucking her pussy. Her 
hips began to buck towards my mouth and let my tongue 
wander from her clit down to her sloppy wet hole. I 
probed as deeply as I could and sucked her juices into my 
mouth. She moaned again and I felt her legs cross behind 
my head, forcing my face even deeper into her crotch. 

After ten or so minutes of exploring her cunt with my 
tongue, I felt her hands in my hair as she used her grip 
to maneuver my mouth back to the top of her pussy. Having 
no doubt about what she wanted, I again sucked the 
engorged flesh into my mouth and ran my tongue back and 
forth as fast as I could, maintaining constant contact 
with her clit. 

She began to moan with pleasure and give me vocal 
encouragement as her orgasm approached. 

"Yeah, baby, oh yeah. Right there, baby. Suck it, baby. 
Suck it! Eat that pussy, Henry. Be my good little cunt 
lapper. Make Naomi happy. Do it, do it. Make Naomi come!" 

I had been trapped between her legs for about twenty 
minutes by this time and my jaw began to ache. I wanted 
to stop for a second but fear of her reaction brought a 
second wind to my efforts and I attacked her cunt with 
renewed enthusiasm. 

Her pussy continued to flow with an unbelievable amount 
of moisture. My face and cheeks were covered with her 
juice and I even felt some running down my neck. Her hips 
were completely off the cushions of the sofa now, her 
legs crossed behind my head and her shoulders against the 
back of the couch the only points at which she was 
supported. This forced my face deeper into her crotch and 
meant that my shoulders were supporting the majority of 
her weight. 

In the back of my mind, I was worried about her legs 
snapping my neck as they squeezed my head between them. 
Her rising excitement was controlling her actions now and 
she was screaming at me to make her come. I frantically 
licked and sucked on her clit and suddenly her hips 
relaxed, dropping her ass back to the sofa. Naturally my 
head, being trapped tightly between her thighs, was 
pulled down along with her. 

Her moans increased and she began to shake and wiggle as 
she came. Her cunt was now like a faucet of sticky juice 
and her hands gripped my hair as her hips thrust up in 
the air. She shook with orgasm for several minutes before 
her thighs relaxed and I could pull my head free to gasp 
air into my starving lungs. 

We were both panting heavily, her in passion and me in 
exertion. We stayed as we were for a few minutes, her 
sitting back on the sofa with her legs spread, me between 
those legs with pussy juice smeared all around my cheeks. 
My breath returned fairly quickly and I was trying to 
regain enough balance to sit back on my legs when she 
smiled down at me. 

"Don't be thinking about leaving, honey! Naomi wants 
another one!" 

Without any ceremony or thought for me, she yanked my 
head forward until my face was once again mashed into her 
cunt. My aching jaws parted automatically and I began to 
lick up and down her slimy slit, teasing the fleshly lips 
of her cunt as I sucked up the dew glistening on them. 
Her hands held my head firmly in place and she began to 
direct my actions using a combination of words and hair 
pulling to make her wishes known. 

"Come on, cunt lapper. Lick that pussy clean. Right 
there, baby, right there. Lick me right there! Suck those 
pussy lips, baby, suck all of me! Do Naomi good, baby! Do 
me right, do me good and do me now!" 

My neck was beginning to feel the strain of being forced 
into her crotch and my knees were aching from kneeling on 
the floor the last half hour. These feelings were 
nothing, however, compared to the ache in my cock and 
balls. Confined as they were by the skimpy material of 
Miss Campbell's panties, and extremely aroused by the 
events of the day, a steady straining for freedom was 
rapidly becoming painful. I badly needed to relieve the 
pressure in some way. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't 
move far enough forward to rub my crotch against the 
front of the sofa. I resigned myself to suffer blue balls 
until my own relief was granted. 

Her directions were now focused on keeping her clit 
stimulated and I forced myself to double my efforts. 
Luckily for me, she was as horny as I was and her orgasm 
required less work than previously. She began to thrash 
back and forth on the cushions, careful to keep me 
centered on her clit. I licked and sucked as though my 
life depended on it and soon enough she began to twitch 
and the flow of juice from her cunt began once more. 

She found her voice again and began to coo happily to 
herself as her orgasm approached. 

"Oh, yeah, that's good. That's real good. Naomi loves a 
good cunt licking. Make Naomi happy, baby! Eat that 
pussy! Eat it good. Yeah, that's right, that's it! I'm 
gonna cum now, baby! I'm gonna cum all over your face. 
Fuck me with that tongue, baby! Fuck me with that tongue, 
you cunt lapper! Oh yeah, that's it, baby! I'm cumming 
now, baby, right now! Don't stop baby, keep me cumming, 
keep me cumming!" 

She was gasping and moaning once again as she reached her 
peak and kept up my clit licking until she pushed me away 
from her crotch. With aching neck and jaws, I settled 
back as best I could, desperately hoping for some relief 
of my own. I had forgotten, however, that I was at the 
mercy of a woman far more concerned with her own pleasure 
than mine. 

She pushed me roughly backwards until I fell onto my 
back, my bound hands trapped underneath me. She yanked 
the front of the panties down past my balls and my 
pulsing cock sprung free, slapping back against my belly 
and leaving a smear of my pre-cum on my lower abdomen. 
She climbed right on top of me and impaled herself fully 
on my dick. The entire length slid smoothly inside her 
and for a brief second, I thought I was going to cum 
right then and there. 

Her pussy was hot and tight and wetter than I could 
believe. The velvet softness that gripped my hard-on 
quickly distracted me from the pain caused by my trapped 
arms and I began to buck upwards against her crotch. 

My attempts to control the activity, however, were not in 
line with Miss Cam-bell's own plans. She pinched my right 
nipple firmly between her fingers and twisted viciously. 
I involuntarily yelped in pain and tried to throw her off 
me. In my position, I had no leverage, however, and so I 
settled back down. She released the nipple and leaned 
down to suck it into her mouth. The tender treatment did 
relieve some of the pain but I was still upset and 
confused at her actions. 

Before I could question her about it, she answered my 
question all on her own. "I told you in my room you do 
what I say. Lay still and let me get my fucking!" 

With that she resumed her slow movements up and down my 
shaft, rising up until my cock almost slipped free before 
plunging back down to drive my cock into her. I resigned 
myself to letting her set the pace and relaxed as best I 
could under the circumstances. 

She continued to hump my dick for about ten minutes, 
never moving fast enough to allow me to reach my own 
orgasm. Occasionally she would lean over and order me to 
suck her tits and nipples, then letting them brush across 
my face before resuming her slow grind atop my cock. 

The anticipation was killing me and moaned a few times in 
frustration. The only response from my rider was a grin 
and a set of tits in the face. 

"What's the matter, baby! Ain't Naomi showing you a good 
time? I'm damn sure enjoying myself!" 

She happily resumed her ride after these words and it was 
fully another five minutes before I noticed she had 
broken out in a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes were 
closed and she was muttering to herself as she blew her 
breath out in short pants. I couldn't make any words out 
but it was obvious she getting very close to cumming 
again. 

She began to move much more quickly, bouncing vigorously 
up and down. Her hand founds its way between her legs and 
she began to manipulate her clit in rhythm with her 
bouncing. The speed of her motions increased my own 
stimulation and I felt my balls tighten as I got closer 
to cumming. 

Suddenly it was upon me. I gave a loud cry and, despite 
my earlier warning, bucked up against Miss Campbell. My 
cock throbbed as my cum began to spurt from me and fill 
her cunt. She made no attempt to stop me or admonish me 
and I was glad that she wasn't going to wig out over the 
matter. 

In fact, she wasn't paying too much attention to me at 
all. She was focused on the fingers that flew across her 
clit. It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. 
One of the worlds top supermodels, riding up and down on 
my squirting cock as she masturbated without any sense of 
shame. She shuddered a few times while I was watching, 
then suddenly she stopped her movements and moaned 
loudly. 

I could only assume she had cum again, as she paid me no 
attention at all. She kept her eyes closed and let her 
hands wander all over herself, caressing and rubbing her 
chest and shoulders. Abruptly her eyes flew open and she 
fixed me with a wicked grin. She lifted herself from my 
slackening erection and in one swift motion planted her 
knees on either side of my head, placing her cunt in 
perfect position for some more oral attention. I was in 
no position to argue, and in spite of the gross-out 
factor created by a cunt full of cum suddenly plopping 
itself down on my face, I began to eat her pussy once 
more. 

I had to swallow as I licked, thereby averting the danger 
of drowning in a pool of our combined juices. I had 
tasted my cum before, but never had a been literally 
forced to swallow it. I was too tired and sore to argue, 
and in any case I didn't think my objections would count 
for very much. All things considered, it seemed to me I 
was best off licking her pussy clean. 

With my mental reservations set aside, I went after her 
like a man possessed. I forced my tongue into every 
crevice and corner or her twat, sucking down whatever 
moisture I encountered. Her cunt lips, her clit and her 
pussy hole itself all felt the presence of my probing 
tongue. 

Miss Campbell squealed happily at my devoted 
explorations. She ground her crotch down against my face, 
stimulating her clit and squeezing more moisture from her 
insides. Once more she began to moan and suddenly she 
shouted at me to "..suck her fucking clit and don't 
stop." 

As ordered, I took her clit in my mouth and went to work. 
I let my teeth capture the swelled bud and nipped gently 
before sucking it into my mouth, where I could manipulate 
it with my tongue. Her pussy was a steady flow of her 
juice now and I was amazed at the quantity. It coated my 
face, cheeks and neck and still poured forth from her. 
Finally she gave a half scream and began moving herself 
around on my face, grinding away as she came. Within a 
few minutes, it was over and she slumped down onto the 
floor beside. 

As I waited for her to recover, I became aware of how 
much my arms hurt from being tied behind my back. I began 
to wriggle around, hoping to get onto my stomach or at 
least my side. Just as I was about to give up, Miss 
Campbell sat up and helped me to a sitting position. She 
quickly untied my wrists and rubbed my aching limbs as 
the blood began to flow back into them. 

At the same time, I began to take stock of myself. I 
ached in a hundred different places and I was almost 
entirely covered from crotch to forehead by pussy juice 
diluted with male cum. I had a tiny pair of women's 
panties around my upper thighs and severe cottonmouth. A 
top super model had seduced me into being her love slave 
and I had loved it. Yes, I reflected, this is definitely 
one to write down "for the record".

END

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