“Daddddddy,” I hear Prince whine as his little hand shakes my shoulder trying his best to wake me up.
When I open my eyes and see the sunlight spilling in through the crack in the curtains, I quickly figure it must be morning already - damn that was a long nap!
“Wake up Daddy, I’m hungry,” I hear my eldest say as my eyes slowly adjust to the light, trying my best to resurface from the slumber I was peacefully enjoying.
I guess last night’s little trip down memory lane has worn me out – literally.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and focus on the little angel before me.
“Morning Prince,” I say ruffling his messy bed hair.
“Morning Daddy,” he says sweetly before asking “can we go eat now?”
I chuckle at my son’s persistence and at his ever increasing appetite. I remember the time when I’d be worried sick that he wasn’t eating enough but now, now it seems like he eats more than me. I admit that at times, a sparrow may eat more than me I know, but I guess all of a sudden he seems to really enjoy his food.
“Sure Applehead we can go eat now, what would you like?” I ask knowing full well what his answer will be.
“French toast,” he replies excitedly.
Ever since the first time I made this little treat for him and his sister, well it’s all they ever want for breakfast now. Even Blanket has gotten in on the act now that he’s old enough to eat solids and I guess they get so excited because they know it’s an every-now-and-then special occasion food. See I’m quite cautious about letting them eat too much “junky” stuff, but what the heck, after last night’s fun, I could murder some French toast myself.
I chuckle at the thought of my alone time last night and even though I’m excited to start the morning off by cooking for my kids, the selfish part of me wants to lock myself up in my room for another day and night of force filled fun.
So after twenty minutes spent preparing breakfast and generally making a mess of the kitchen and our pyjamas, the children and I tuck whole heartedly into our home cooked food.
“Daddy can I have some juice please?” Paris asks politely knowing full well my penchant for manners.
“Of course princess,” I reply, pouring her a small glass of apple juice before doing the same for myself.
Just as I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip, Prince catches me off guard with what comes out of his mouth so innocently, yet his words seem to trigger a memory that's been kept under lock and key for a few years.
“Can I have some milk Daddy?” Prince says as I accidently spit my juice into his face.
I quickly slap a palm over my mouth, trying my best to get my reaction under control before my poor boy is completely drenched in apple juice.
I can't help but giggle at the contagious full blown belly laughter that is filling the kitchen as my three children holler and screech at my bad manners.
I’m forever telling them not to talk with their mouth full, or burp at the dinner table, etc, etc… and here I am spitting my drink into their faces.
“Hey Daddy,” Prince pipes up “got milk?” he screeches.
I pray to the Lord Jehovah above that my children do not possess the power to see into my mind, because if they did, well I’m pretty sure the good Lord himself would strike me dead on the spot.
I try my hardest to think of the most sweet, innocent, pure, clean thoughts I can conjure up and I focus hard on my little angels faces in front of me in order to aid my attempts.
But no matter what, my thoughts keep returning to the gutter and to the next video that is waiting for me upstairs and no matter how hard I try, they keep fixating on one woman in particular...
Mmmm Naomi…
My thoughts are temporally interrupted by Grace appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“Oooo French toast,” she says excitedly, another fan of my cooking it seems.
“Tuck in,” I say before I excuse myself for the time being. I kiss the kids goodbye and I tell them I’ll see them after their schooling and disappear back to my safe haven.
Once I'm inside, I lock the door and make myself comfortable in the middle of my king size bed before I cue the next film.
Naomi…
Now she was a naughty girl and that’s saying something after some of the naughty girls I've encountered over the years.
Mmm hmm she was a c*ck tease from the off.
I remember the first time I saw this girl and the first thing that sprang to mind apart from Nubian Goddess was trouble. Her deep chocolate coloured skin, he large brown doe-eyes, her perky little tits, legs that went on for miles and an ass you could bounce a quarter off, no wonder she was a supermodel.
As soon as Madonna f*cked up our collaboration with her cheap ass lyrics, I knew that there was only one girl that I wanted to star alongside with in this short film.
Naomi Campbell.
I remember Karen showing me her editorial in Vogue in the late ‘80’s, she was the first black model to ever grace the cover of the French edition and I recall her presence caused quite a stir back then. The controversy surrounding her cover stayed with me for some reason. Maybe it hit home a little with how my brothers and I were treated because of our color when we were first starting out; but all I know is ever since, her image has been stored in a part of my brain that holds all the other women that I’ve fantasized about being with over the years.
Our first meeting was quite awkward to say the least. Herb had brought Naomi to my suite in San Diego for us to get better acquainted prior to our first day of shooting. He wanted to make sure we had "chemistry" so that we'd be comfortable enough to act sexy for the cameras.
I had forgotten all about this arranged meeting and just as I was about to enjoy some much needed Fistina time, the knock came at my suite door.
Let’s just say meeting Naomi with a semi hard-on was torture and did nothing but make my predicament worse. If I was horny before we met, times that by one hundred and that’s how I was left by the time the meeting was over with.
Being a sucker for foreign accents, the way she spoke in her broad English accent had me even more turned on and I found myself fantasizing about her screaming my name in her cockney twang whilst I f*cked her into oblivion.
That was one frustrating yet, strangely enough, satisfying evening to say the least.
After two hours of getting better acquainted, Herb and Naomi left and I had gotten my much needed “me” time and three times that night Ichoked the chicken. Each time I had visions of Naomi’s blow job lips sucking me off, whilst I f*cked her face hard.
Our first day on set was slightly awkward to say the least as visions of my fantasies about Naomi would pop into my head at the most random of times. I found her presence to be a distraction of the worst sorts and we both seemed to be quite clumsy around each other to begin with.
When she would move one way, I would move the other and my usually on point co-ordination seemed way off bat because of her not-to-subtle displays of affection.
She was extremely touchy feely and at every given opportunity she would be groping something of mine. Whether it be my ass, my arms, my legs or if she wasn’t touching me, she was touching herself and in such a suggestive manner that by the final day of shooting, she had me about ready toblow.
March 29th 1992
We’re sat at a table inside the derelict house away from the blazing sun, sipping on water and juice during a much needed break in filming.
This is the last day of shooting and I’m quite relived for it to be over with. This is the most my skin has been exposed to the sun in what seems like forever and needless to say it hurts. Even with the Doctor prescribed sun block that has been smothered on my exposed body parts, I can still feel my pores burning from over exposure and I know I’m going to suffer for my art once this is a wrap.
But the one thing that’s been keeping me going, the thing that I've been looking forward to the most? Well it's the thought of adding Naomi to mycollection.
Call me sick, call me twisted, call me whatever the f*ck you want, but this had become a ritual for me. It was my mission that each leading lady that starred alongside me in my short films would have to have a little somethin’ somethin’ if you catch my drift.
If only the world knew about the real Michael Jackson eh?
So earlier today, I had sauntered back to my trailer to set up the necessary equipment in order to capture my impending rendezvous with Miss. Campbell.
I knew she wanted me, it was blatantly obvious. You could see the desire oozing from her pores during playback and I was going to give her what she wanted and what I needed the most.
After a semi-disastrous day on set yesterday, today has been a lot more fun. We seem to be more in sync with each other and whereas yesterday was full of “sorry’s” and “I got ya’s” each time she fell into me or we bumped into each other; today has been more co-ordinated.
After Herb had a quiet little word in Naomi’s ear telling her she needed to loosen up more, well let's just say ever since, she’s been like a b!tch in heat.
At every given opportunity her hands have been finding their way to either touching my arms, or my legs, or squeezing sh!t out of my ass. She even licked me at one point and don’t get me started on the sweet nothings if-you-can-call-them-that, that she’s been whispering into my ear all afternoon.
I swear on more than one occasion Dr. Black has nearly poked a hole through my tight jeans and if she keeps this up, I’m gonna have serious c*ck rot from all the chaffing that these jeans is doing to my area.
It’s just the two of us in the derelict house and after ten minutes of idle chit-chat I decide to get this show on the road so-to-speak.
“So you wanna suck my c*ck?” I blurt out and watch her bee stung lips drop open, apparently in shock at my question. I'm merely responding to her titillating question that she whispered into my ear during filming earlier today, but the shocked look on her face is priceless.
We were filming on the floor of the desert earlier and Herb wanted Naomi to straddle me so we could get some sexy shots. Just as they cued the music and we started to get down to business she asks "can I suck your c*ck?" Almost instantly in reaction to her question, the force sprang to life and it was then I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
That was earlier but now, well now she says nothing, instead she breaks out into a wicked grin that stretches from ear to ear. I waste no time in getting up and say, “let’s go.”
The way she’s been dry humping my leg for the past two days, I know she wants this and bad.
We make our way out of the house and we round the corner to my trailer. Everybody seems to be busy doing something so we appear to go relatively unnoticed. Perfect – no one will ever know, just the way I like it!
I open the trailer door and let her climb in before following her but only after I've made sure no one has seen us.
Once I’m in, I lock the door and pull on her hand guiding her to follow me.
We enter the spacious bedroom and immediately the beast surfaces as I roughly pull her in. I pin her to the wall with my arms either side of her head, and bring my lips to hers; I can’t help but thrust my semi hard c*ck into her stomach letting her feel the effect she’s having on me.
“You want this,” I breathe into her ear. I can’t help but grin when I hear a small throaty groan escape her mouth as I slowly grind myself into her.
Her warm breath tickles my neck as I bury my face into her shoulder, steadily composing myself so I don’t erupt like a volcano.
When I feel her hands grope and squeeze my ass cheeks; I break away. She starts to pout those famous lips at me like a spoilt brat who’s had their favourite toy confiscated. I bet my entire song catalogue that this girl is indeed a nympho and the rumours are in fact true!
I pull a chair out from the dresser and position it in front of the bed before I take a seat.
We’re both in our costumes and I’m conscious that we need to return to set in the same way we left; we don’t want any tongues wagging after all.
Drinking in her appearance, it’s only now that I get a good look at what she’s actually wearing. I mean I’ve seen what she’s been wearing for the past two days but it’s only now that I actually appreciate it. I find her whole look extremely sexy, so much so that I haven’t let myself focus for too long before now, in fear of an impending erection setting up base camp in my pants.
Her little white skirt barely covers her little white panties that she’s been flashing at me during filming and her midriff baring top leaves little to the imagination where her ta-ta’s are concerned.
Feeling them pressed into my chest earlier had me imaging what it would be like to f*ck them and that is when I called for a much needed cool down break.
Her nipples have been taunting me all day, goading me with their firmness and the more she sweats, the more her top clings to her body; her hard nubs obvious to all and sundry. She also has this interesting musk about her and each time her scent wafts past my nostrils, the more excited the forcebecomes.
“Michael…” she says awakening me from my little daydream.
“Shhhhh” I tell her bringing my index finger up to her lips, “the only talking you’ll be doing for the next hour or so is when you tell me how good my c*ck feels inside your pu$$y.”
I watch her arch her eyebrows and smirk at my forwardness before I order her “to strip.”
Amazingly enough, she does as she’s told and as I watch her teeny weeny skirt fall to the floor followed closely by her cleavage revealing top; I see that no wonder her nipples have been poking a hole through the fabric all day - she’s not wearing a bra.
I can’t help but marvel at her nakedness and her perfectly round breasts that has my c*ck all at once twitching violently inside my jeans. I feel the blood pumping hard and fast to my shaft but I endure the agony a little while longer, I’m going to savour this moment for as long as I possibly can.
“Lay down on the bed and lemme see what ya got,” I tell her.
I watch as she crawls to the middle of the bed directly in front of me and props herself up on her elbows, she looks me dead in the eye with a bemused look splayed across her face.
“C’mon girl I know you ain’t shy, lemme see what you got,” I coax as I lean back and make myself more comfortable in my chair before I say “open your legs –and wide.”
Right on cue she parts her amazon-woman legs, revealing for my pleasure a full view of what’s hidden between them; her pink, juicy, wet lips that I can clearly see are already glistening from desire.
The view she’s giving me has me biting hard on my bottom lip as I imagine how she must taste.
I eagerly watch as she leans back on the bed and starts to slowly trace circles around her nipples. I watch as they harden with each imaginary circle she makes and then once they are as hard as they can be, she pinches and pulls on them.
My c*ck twitches with excitement when she moans in reaction to her self-pleasure and I can’t help but smirk when she starts to trail her right hand southwards over her toned, flat stomach to the soft, downy fur in between her legs.
She hitches an eyebrow, silently asking for my permission and I nod my head for her to continue.
I watch with awe as her fingers slowly rub up and down her glistening slit. I can see the excitement not only etched across her face, but from the evidence that is pouring out of her swollen pu$$y.
“Do it,” I command. I want to see how far I can make her go. I want her to show me what turns her on and then use it to my advantage.
No sooner than the words have escaped my mouth, has she inserted her middle finger into her dripping wet hole.
I inadvertently lick my lips as my gaze flicks back and forth between her playing with her rock hard nipples with one hand, whilst the other is skilfully plunging in and out of her wet centre.
I rub my hand over my hardened jean-covered d!ck, but this only makes my predicament worse - not better.
Her moans of pleasure that escape her plump, juicy lips and the sound of the wetness building between her legs, has me quickly unbuckling my painfully tight jeans.
Thank the lord I didn’t bother with underwear today I think to myself as my c*ck springs free as soon as I unzip my jeans.
I see the look of lust in her eyes increase tenfold when she fixes her gaze on the size of my length and I smirk once again, satisfied that she likes what she sees.
Unable to hold off much longer, I get up from the chair, free myself from my jeans and walk towards the edge of the bed.
“C’mere,” I command with a low growl.
I watch her hesitantly remove her fingers from her pu$$y as her pouting returns. I can see that she's p!ssed with my order which has prematurely interrupted her fun - clearly she was enjoying herself way too much.
I chuckle at her feistiness. At times she really does have a bad attitude - she needs a good spanking, hmmm maybe later.
She sits up slowly, taking her time; seemingly wanting to tease me a bit by prolonging my agony, before she crawls sultry towards me on all fours like a panther.
When she comes face-to-face with my hard c*ck, I hitch my wife beater up over my ribs and chest, over my head, throwing it to the floor before I order her to “suck me.”
She wastes no time in fulfilling my request as she greedily takes my throbbing erection into her right hand, and has me throwing my head back in ecstasy from the rough tugs she wastes no time in applying to my shaft.
I feel a slight tingling sensation in my balls as she gropes at them with her other hand, before bringing her mouth in for the kill. She doesn’t bother to kiss or lick my d!ck; there’s no mistaking the lust in her eyes which tells me she understands exactly what this is – a f*ck. Nothing more, nothing less and this turns me on even more.
I watch her juicy, plump lips make a perfect “O” shape before she slides the head of my c*ck into her wet mouth. The warmth of her tongue sends shivers up and down my spine.
I arch my back when she takes near enough the entire length of my c*ck inside her mouth, until it hits the back of her throat. Oooooo that feels soooo good…
After a few minutes of getting used to my length, she relaxes her muscles and takes me near enough all the way in.
She alternates between sucking on my length and licking my helmet and every now and then, she teases the little hole that is steadily dribbling my pre-cum into her mouth and laps at it like a cat would with a saucer of milk.
With every suck and slurp, she makes these little “mmmmm” sounds informing me that she’s as into this as much as I am. My gaze is fixed, no mesmerized on her plump lips sliding up and down… up and down… in and out… f*ck this chick has skills.
She swirls her tongue around my flesh faster and faster as she pumps my shaft harder with each stroke. I hear myself every now and then saying“yesssssss” and “suck it harder…” she’s driving me wild and it takes all of my will power not to slam my c*ck down her throat; the vibrations from her moans have me on the brink of f*cking her face.
When I feel her hand snake to that sensitive spot below my jewels… well that’s it! That does it for me and gripping the back of her head I thrust my hips forward bucking wildly into her mouth feeling my length hit the back of her throat over and over.
I see her slightly gag and her teeth nips at my sensitive skin but this only eggs me on even further. After a few more thrusts, she gets into the rhythm again and I hear her suck and slurp even louder on my dribbling juices.
“Ooooo girl you want this? Yeah that’s right… Oooo arrggghhh yesssss suck it girrrrl” I hear myself hiss as she brings me to the brink of my release. She’s good at this. I know I’m close as I feel the fire burning in the pit of my stomach and my foreskin tightens as my c*ck grows even larger.
She looks at me through hooded lids, as she smirks, willing me with her eyes for me to come.
She strokes my shaft hard up and down once more and applies enough pressure with her mouth and tongue for me to see stars, and I feel myself empty thick and fast into her mouth. I watch in awe as she laps up all I have to offer before I throw my head back and ride out the waves of my orgasm that are violently washing over me.
I continue to thrust into her mouth until my c*ck becomes way too sensitive to tolerate the torture anymore, so I slowly withdraw wincing slightly from the pain that her teeth inflicts upon my flesh when I pull back.
“Mmmmmm” I hear her say as she wipes both corners of her mouth with her index finger and thumb before I hear her say “my turn?”
With an amused expression I taunt “your turn what?” watching her reaction with a grin as I place the force inside my jeans that I’ve stepped back into.
Once again, I see the spoilt little brat expression appear on her pretty face and I laugh out loud as I say “girl you got what you wanted, you said you wanted to suck my c*ck, so I let you!”
“Are you f*cking serious?” She says in her thick British accent, “you’re going to leave me like this? After I swallowed your sh!t too?”
I laugh at her ridiculous statement. Who’s she fooling tyna' pretend she didn’t enjoy swallowing my goods?
“Girl, I’m hungry,” I say in earnest “I need some food.”
I watch her face perk up at my revelation.
“Girl I need some real food,” I say emphasizing the word “real.” Poor girl thinks I’m hungry for her pu$$y! Well I am… but not yet.
A disappointed look immediately spreads across her features as she sticks out her bottom lip, like that’s gonna wash with me!
I mean don’t get me wrong, round two will take place shortly, after all what red-blooded guy would turn down this Nubian goddess right? But still she needs to know that MJ is the boss of MJ and I don’t do submissive! It’s my way or the high way and she’ll learn that lesson by the time I’m through with her!
Plus all this excitement has my appetite growing by the second and right now food is on my mind as I hear my stomach growl loudly at me.
I pick up my wife beater form the floor and push my head and arms through it as I make my way into the kitchen area.
Just as I open the refrigerator, someone starts to band loudly on the trailer door.
“Yo Mike you busy a sec?” I hear Herb yell through the door.
“Uhhh just a minute,” I yell back, closing the bedroom door on Naomi re-affixing her costume.
I check my reflection in the mirror for any signs of dishevelment and re-tuck my vest into my jeans before opening the door.
“Hey man whassup?” I say to a bemused looking Herb.
“Uhh sorry to bother you Mike, but, uhh, a few of us are going to take a drive to some nearby diner if that’s okay with you? Do you need anything before we go?”
Perfect. No interruptions for at least another hour or so, I think to myself.
“Nah man I’m good thanks. I’m just resting out of the sun for a while, you know with my skin an’ all,” I say sheepishly. I hate talking about my skin condition but Herb knows full well the extent of my problem. We discussed it at length when we were discussing the concept of this short film.
“Oh okay, no problem… hey have you seen Naomi?” he asks. Immediately I feel myself blush and I pray that he doesn’t read too much into my reaction to his mentioning of her name, but the way he grins at me, he probably just thinks I have a crush on her or something.
“N-no, I haven’t seen her for a while… she’s uh probably around here somewhere,” I lie.
“Okay well we’ll be back in a bit,” he says none the wiser.
I close the trailer door and this time lock it in case some other un-welcomed visitors pay me a visit. I really need to get some “do not disturb” signs printed.
When I open my eyes and see the sunlight spilling in through the crack in the curtains, I quickly figure it must be morning already - damn that was a long nap!
“Wake up Daddy, I’m hungry,” I hear my eldest say as my eyes slowly adjust to the light, trying my best to resurface from the slumber I was peacefully enjoying.
I guess last night’s little trip down memory lane has worn me out – literally.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and focus on the little angel before me.
“Morning Prince,” I say ruffling his messy bed hair.
“Morning Daddy,” he says sweetly before asking “can we go eat now?”
I chuckle at my son’s persistence and at his ever increasing appetite. I remember the time when I’d be worried sick that he wasn’t eating enough but now, now it seems like he eats more than me. I admit that at times, a sparrow may eat more than me I know, but I guess all of a sudden he seems to really enjoy his food.
“Sure Applehead we can go eat now, what would you like?” I ask knowing full well what his answer will be.
“French toast,” he replies excitedly.
Ever since the first time I made this little treat for him and his sister, well it’s all they ever want for breakfast now. Even Blanket has gotten in on the act now that he’s old enough to eat solids and I guess they get so excited because they know it’s an every-now-and-then special occasion food. See I’m quite cautious about letting them eat too much “junky” stuff, but what the heck, after last night’s fun, I could murder some French toast myself.
I chuckle at the thought of my alone time last night and even though I’m excited to start the morning off by cooking for my kids, the selfish part of me wants to lock myself up in my room for another day and night of force filled fun.
So after twenty minutes spent preparing breakfast and generally making a mess of the kitchen and our pyjamas, the children and I tuck whole heartedly into our home cooked food.
“Daddy can I have some juice please?” Paris asks politely knowing full well my penchant for manners.
“Of course princess,” I reply, pouring her a small glass of apple juice before doing the same for myself.
Just as I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip, Prince catches me off guard with what comes out of his mouth so innocently, yet his words seem to trigger a memory that's been kept under lock and key for a few years.
“Can I have some milk Daddy?” Prince says as I accidently spit my juice into his face.
I quickly slap a palm over my mouth, trying my best to get my reaction under control before my poor boy is completely drenched in apple juice.
I can't help but giggle at the contagious full blown belly laughter that is filling the kitchen as my three children holler and screech at my bad manners.
I’m forever telling them not to talk with their mouth full, or burp at the dinner table, etc, etc… and here I am spitting my drink into their faces.
“Hey Daddy,” Prince pipes up “got milk?” he screeches.
I pray to the Lord Jehovah above that my children do not possess the power to see into my mind, because if they did, well I’m pretty sure the good Lord himself would strike me dead on the spot.
I try my hardest to think of the most sweet, innocent, pure, clean thoughts I can conjure up and I focus hard on my little angels faces in front of me in order to aid my attempts.
But no matter what, my thoughts keep returning to the gutter and to the next video that is waiting for me upstairs and no matter how hard I try, they keep fixating on one woman in particular...
Mmmm Naomi…
My thoughts are temporally interrupted by Grace appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“Oooo French toast,” she says excitedly, another fan of my cooking it seems.
“Tuck in,” I say before I excuse myself for the time being. I kiss the kids goodbye and I tell them I’ll see them after their schooling and disappear back to my safe haven.
Once I'm inside, I lock the door and make myself comfortable in the middle of my king size bed before I cue the next film.
Naomi…
Now she was a naughty girl and that’s saying something after some of the naughty girls I've encountered over the years.
Mmm hmm she was a c*ck tease from the off.
I remember the first time I saw this girl and the first thing that sprang to mind apart from Nubian Goddess was trouble. Her deep chocolate coloured skin, he large brown doe-eyes, her perky little tits, legs that went on for miles and an ass you could bounce a quarter off, no wonder she was a supermodel.
As soon as Madonna f*cked up our collaboration with her cheap ass lyrics, I knew that there was only one girl that I wanted to star alongside with in this short film.
Naomi Campbell.
I remember Karen showing me her editorial in Vogue in the late ‘80’s, she was the first black model to ever grace the cover of the French edition and I recall her presence caused quite a stir back then. The controversy surrounding her cover stayed with me for some reason. Maybe it hit home a little with how my brothers and I were treated because of our color when we were first starting out; but all I know is ever since, her image has been stored in a part of my brain that holds all the other women that I’ve fantasized about being with over the years.
Our first meeting was quite awkward to say the least. Herb had brought Naomi to my suite in San Diego for us to get better acquainted prior to our first day of shooting. He wanted to make sure we had "chemistry" so that we'd be comfortable enough to act sexy for the cameras.
I had forgotten all about this arranged meeting and just as I was about to enjoy some much needed Fistina time, the knock came at my suite door.
Let’s just say meeting Naomi with a semi hard-on was torture and did nothing but make my predicament worse. If I was horny before we met, times that by one hundred and that’s how I was left by the time the meeting was over with.
Being a sucker for foreign accents, the way she spoke in her broad English accent had me even more turned on and I found myself fantasizing about her screaming my name in her cockney twang whilst I f*cked her into oblivion.
That was one frustrating yet, strangely enough, satisfying evening to say the least.
After two hours of getting better acquainted, Herb and Naomi left and I had gotten my much needed “me” time and three times that night Ichoked the chicken. Each time I had visions of Naomi’s blow job lips sucking me off, whilst I f*cked her face hard.
Our first day on set was slightly awkward to say the least as visions of my fantasies about Naomi would pop into my head at the most random of times. I found her presence to be a distraction of the worst sorts and we both seemed to be quite clumsy around each other to begin with.
When she would move one way, I would move the other and my usually on point co-ordination seemed way off bat because of her not-to-subtle displays of affection.
She was extremely touchy feely and at every given opportunity she would be groping something of mine. Whether it be my ass, my arms, my legs or if she wasn’t touching me, she was touching herself and in such a suggestive manner that by the final day of shooting, she had me about ready toblow.
March 29th 1992
We’re sat at a table inside the derelict house away from the blazing sun, sipping on water and juice during a much needed break in filming.
This is the last day of shooting and I’m quite relived for it to be over with. This is the most my skin has been exposed to the sun in what seems like forever and needless to say it hurts. Even with the Doctor prescribed sun block that has been smothered on my exposed body parts, I can still feel my pores burning from over exposure and I know I’m going to suffer for my art once this is a wrap.
But the one thing that’s been keeping me going, the thing that I've been looking forward to the most? Well it's the thought of adding Naomi to mycollection.
Call me sick, call me twisted, call me whatever the f*ck you want, but this had become a ritual for me. It was my mission that each leading lady that starred alongside me in my short films would have to have a little somethin’ somethin’ if you catch my drift.
If only the world knew about the real Michael Jackson eh?
So earlier today, I had sauntered back to my trailer to set up the necessary equipment in order to capture my impending rendezvous with Miss. Campbell.
I knew she wanted me, it was blatantly obvious. You could see the desire oozing from her pores during playback and I was going to give her what she wanted and what I needed the most.
After a semi-disastrous day on set yesterday, today has been a lot more fun. We seem to be more in sync with each other and whereas yesterday was full of “sorry’s” and “I got ya’s” each time she fell into me or we bumped into each other; today has been more co-ordinated.
After Herb had a quiet little word in Naomi’s ear telling her she needed to loosen up more, well let's just say ever since, she’s been like a b!tch in heat.
At every given opportunity her hands have been finding their way to either touching my arms, or my legs, or squeezing sh!t out of my ass. She even licked me at one point and don’t get me started on the sweet nothings if-you-can-call-them-that, that she’s been whispering into my ear all afternoon.
I swear on more than one occasion Dr. Black has nearly poked a hole through my tight jeans and if she keeps this up, I’m gonna have serious c*ck rot from all the chaffing that these jeans is doing to my area.
It’s just the two of us in the derelict house and after ten minutes of idle chit-chat I decide to get this show on the road so-to-speak.
“So you wanna suck my c*ck?” I blurt out and watch her bee stung lips drop open, apparently in shock at my question. I'm merely responding to her titillating question that she whispered into my ear during filming earlier today, but the shocked look on her face is priceless.
We were filming on the floor of the desert earlier and Herb wanted Naomi to straddle me so we could get some sexy shots. Just as they cued the music and we started to get down to business she asks "can I suck your c*ck?" Almost instantly in reaction to her question, the force sprang to life and it was then I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
That was earlier but now, well now she says nothing, instead she breaks out into a wicked grin that stretches from ear to ear. I waste no time in getting up and say, “let’s go.”
The way she’s been dry humping my leg for the past two days, I know she wants this and bad.
We make our way out of the house and we round the corner to my trailer. Everybody seems to be busy doing something so we appear to go relatively unnoticed. Perfect – no one will ever know, just the way I like it!
I open the trailer door and let her climb in before following her but only after I've made sure no one has seen us.
Once I’m in, I lock the door and pull on her hand guiding her to follow me.
We enter the spacious bedroom and immediately the beast surfaces as I roughly pull her in. I pin her to the wall with my arms either side of her head, and bring my lips to hers; I can’t help but thrust my semi hard c*ck into her stomach letting her feel the effect she’s having on me.
“You want this,” I breathe into her ear. I can’t help but grin when I hear a small throaty groan escape her mouth as I slowly grind myself into her.
Her warm breath tickles my neck as I bury my face into her shoulder, steadily composing myself so I don’t erupt like a volcano.
When I feel her hands grope and squeeze my ass cheeks; I break away. She starts to pout those famous lips at me like a spoilt brat who’s had their favourite toy confiscated. I bet my entire song catalogue that this girl is indeed a nympho and the rumours are in fact true!
I pull a chair out from the dresser and position it in front of the bed before I take a seat.
We’re both in our costumes and I’m conscious that we need to return to set in the same way we left; we don’t want any tongues wagging after all.
Drinking in her appearance, it’s only now that I get a good look at what she’s actually wearing. I mean I’ve seen what she’s been wearing for the past two days but it’s only now that I actually appreciate it. I find her whole look extremely sexy, so much so that I haven’t let myself focus for too long before now, in fear of an impending erection setting up base camp in my pants.
Her little white skirt barely covers her little white panties that she’s been flashing at me during filming and her midriff baring top leaves little to the imagination where her ta-ta’s are concerned.
Feeling them pressed into my chest earlier had me imaging what it would be like to f*ck them and that is when I called for a much needed cool down break.
Her nipples have been taunting me all day, goading me with their firmness and the more she sweats, the more her top clings to her body; her hard nubs obvious to all and sundry. She also has this interesting musk about her and each time her scent wafts past my nostrils, the more excited the forcebecomes.
“Michael…” she says awakening me from my little daydream.
“Shhhhh” I tell her bringing my index finger up to her lips, “the only talking you’ll be doing for the next hour or so is when you tell me how good my c*ck feels inside your pu$$y.”
I watch her arch her eyebrows and smirk at my forwardness before I order her “to strip.”
Amazingly enough, she does as she’s told and as I watch her teeny weeny skirt fall to the floor followed closely by her cleavage revealing top; I see that no wonder her nipples have been poking a hole through the fabric all day - she’s not wearing a bra.
I can’t help but marvel at her nakedness and her perfectly round breasts that has my c*ck all at once twitching violently inside my jeans. I feel the blood pumping hard and fast to my shaft but I endure the agony a little while longer, I’m going to savour this moment for as long as I possibly can.
“Lay down on the bed and lemme see what ya got,” I tell her.
I watch as she crawls to the middle of the bed directly in front of me and props herself up on her elbows, she looks me dead in the eye with a bemused look splayed across her face.
“C’mon girl I know you ain’t shy, lemme see what you got,” I coax as I lean back and make myself more comfortable in my chair before I say “open your legs –and wide.”
Right on cue she parts her amazon-woman legs, revealing for my pleasure a full view of what’s hidden between them; her pink, juicy, wet lips that I can clearly see are already glistening from desire.
The view she’s giving me has me biting hard on my bottom lip as I imagine how she must taste.
I eagerly watch as she leans back on the bed and starts to slowly trace circles around her nipples. I watch as they harden with each imaginary circle she makes and then once they are as hard as they can be, she pinches and pulls on them.
My c*ck twitches with excitement when she moans in reaction to her self-pleasure and I can’t help but smirk when she starts to trail her right hand southwards over her toned, flat stomach to the soft, downy fur in between her legs.
She hitches an eyebrow, silently asking for my permission and I nod my head for her to continue.
I watch with awe as her fingers slowly rub up and down her glistening slit. I can see the excitement not only etched across her face, but from the evidence that is pouring out of her swollen pu$$y.
“Do it,” I command. I want to see how far I can make her go. I want her to show me what turns her on and then use it to my advantage.
No sooner than the words have escaped my mouth, has she inserted her middle finger into her dripping wet hole.
I inadvertently lick my lips as my gaze flicks back and forth between her playing with her rock hard nipples with one hand, whilst the other is skilfully plunging in and out of her wet centre.
I rub my hand over my hardened jean-covered d!ck, but this only makes my predicament worse - not better.
Her moans of pleasure that escape her plump, juicy lips and the sound of the wetness building between her legs, has me quickly unbuckling my painfully tight jeans.
Thank the lord I didn’t bother with underwear today I think to myself as my c*ck springs free as soon as I unzip my jeans.
I see the look of lust in her eyes increase tenfold when she fixes her gaze on the size of my length and I smirk once again, satisfied that she likes what she sees.
Unable to hold off much longer, I get up from the chair, free myself from my jeans and walk towards the edge of the bed.
“C’mere,” I command with a low growl.
I watch her hesitantly remove her fingers from her pu$$y as her pouting returns. I can see that she's p!ssed with my order which has prematurely interrupted her fun - clearly she was enjoying herself way too much.
I chuckle at her feistiness. At times she really does have a bad attitude - she needs a good spanking, hmmm maybe later.
She sits up slowly, taking her time; seemingly wanting to tease me a bit by prolonging my agony, before she crawls sultry towards me on all fours like a panther.
When she comes face-to-face with my hard c*ck, I hitch my wife beater up over my ribs and chest, over my head, throwing it to the floor before I order her to “suck me.”
She wastes no time in fulfilling my request as she greedily takes my throbbing erection into her right hand, and has me throwing my head back in ecstasy from the rough tugs she wastes no time in applying to my shaft.
I feel a slight tingling sensation in my balls as she gropes at them with her other hand, before bringing her mouth in for the kill. She doesn’t bother to kiss or lick my d!ck; there’s no mistaking the lust in her eyes which tells me she understands exactly what this is – a f*ck. Nothing more, nothing less and this turns me on even more.
I watch her juicy, plump lips make a perfect “O” shape before she slides the head of my c*ck into her wet mouth. The warmth of her tongue sends shivers up and down my spine.
I arch my back when she takes near enough the entire length of my c*ck inside her mouth, until it hits the back of her throat. Oooooo that feels soooo good…
After a few minutes of getting used to my length, she relaxes her muscles and takes me near enough all the way in.
She alternates between sucking on my length and licking my helmet and every now and then, she teases the little hole that is steadily dribbling my pre-cum into her mouth and laps at it like a cat would with a saucer of milk.
With every suck and slurp, she makes these little “mmmmm” sounds informing me that she’s as into this as much as I am. My gaze is fixed, no mesmerized on her plump lips sliding up and down… up and down… in and out… f*ck this chick has skills.
She swirls her tongue around my flesh faster and faster as she pumps my shaft harder with each stroke. I hear myself every now and then saying“yesssssss” and “suck it harder…” she’s driving me wild and it takes all of my will power not to slam my c*ck down her throat; the vibrations from her moans have me on the brink of f*cking her face.
When I feel her hand snake to that sensitive spot below my jewels… well that’s it! That does it for me and gripping the back of her head I thrust my hips forward bucking wildly into her mouth feeling my length hit the back of her throat over and over.
I see her slightly gag and her teeth nips at my sensitive skin but this only eggs me on even further. After a few more thrusts, she gets into the rhythm again and I hear her suck and slurp even louder on my dribbling juices.
“Ooooo girl you want this? Yeah that’s right… Oooo arrggghhh yesssss suck it girrrrl” I hear myself hiss as she brings me to the brink of my release. She’s good at this. I know I’m close as I feel the fire burning in the pit of my stomach and my foreskin tightens as my c*ck grows even larger.
She looks at me through hooded lids, as she smirks, willing me with her eyes for me to come.
She strokes my shaft hard up and down once more and applies enough pressure with her mouth and tongue for me to see stars, and I feel myself empty thick and fast into her mouth. I watch in awe as she laps up all I have to offer before I throw my head back and ride out the waves of my orgasm that are violently washing over me.
I continue to thrust into her mouth until my c*ck becomes way too sensitive to tolerate the torture anymore, so I slowly withdraw wincing slightly from the pain that her teeth inflicts upon my flesh when I pull back.
“Mmmmmm” I hear her say as she wipes both corners of her mouth with her index finger and thumb before I hear her say “my turn?”
With an amused expression I taunt “your turn what?” watching her reaction with a grin as I place the force inside my jeans that I’ve stepped back into.
Once again, I see the spoilt little brat expression appear on her pretty face and I laugh out loud as I say “girl you got what you wanted, you said you wanted to suck my c*ck, so I let you!”
“Are you f*cking serious?” She says in her thick British accent, “you’re going to leave me like this? After I swallowed your sh!t too?”
I laugh at her ridiculous statement. Who’s she fooling tyna' pretend she didn’t enjoy swallowing my goods?
“Girl, I’m hungry,” I say in earnest “I need some food.”
I watch her face perk up at my revelation.
“Girl I need some real food,” I say emphasizing the word “real.” Poor girl thinks I’m hungry for her pu$$y! Well I am… but not yet.
A disappointed look immediately spreads across her features as she sticks out her bottom lip, like that’s gonna wash with me!
I mean don’t get me wrong, round two will take place shortly, after all what red-blooded guy would turn down this Nubian goddess right? But still she needs to know that MJ is the boss of MJ and I don’t do submissive! It’s my way or the high way and she’ll learn that lesson by the time I’m through with her!
Plus all this excitement has my appetite growing by the second and right now food is on my mind as I hear my stomach growl loudly at me.
I pick up my wife beater form the floor and push my head and arms through it as I make my way into the kitchen area.
Just as I open the refrigerator, someone starts to band loudly on the trailer door.
“Yo Mike you busy a sec?” I hear Herb yell through the door.
“Uhhh just a minute,” I yell back, closing the bedroom door on Naomi re-affixing her costume.
I check my reflection in the mirror for any signs of dishevelment and re-tuck my vest into my jeans before opening the door.
“Hey man whassup?” I say to a bemused looking Herb.
“Uhh sorry to bother you Mike, but, uhh, a few of us are going to take a drive to some nearby diner if that’s okay with you? Do you need anything before we go?”
Perfect. No interruptions for at least another hour or so, I think to myself.
“Nah man I’m good thanks. I’m just resting out of the sun for a while, you know with my skin an’ all,” I say sheepishly. I hate talking about my skin condition but Herb knows full well the extent of my problem. We discussed it at length when we were discussing the concept of this short film.
“Oh okay, no problem… hey have you seen Naomi?” he asks. Immediately I feel myself blush and I pray that he doesn’t read too much into my reaction to his mentioning of her name, but the way he grins at me, he probably just thinks I have a crush on her or something.
“N-no, I haven’t seen her for a while… she’s uh probably around here somewhere,” I lie.
“Okay well we’ll be back in a bit,” he says none the wiser.
I close the trailer door and this time lock it in case some other un-welcomed visitors pay me a visit. I really need to get some “do not disturb” signs printed.
“Ooooo telling lies are we Mikey?” I hear her cackle behind me.
I spin around to see that she’s decided to abandon her clothes once more, as she stands butt naked as the day she was born, with the refrigerator door propped open.
“I needed a cool down,” she says in response to my eye brow hitch at her boldness.
I can’t help but trail my eyes up and down her naked body and marvel at the woman stood before me. The way her legs seem to go all the way up to her armpits and the cool air that is wafting out of the refrigerator onto her skin, playing havoc with her nipples; has me licking my lips with lust.
“I’m thirsty,” she says as I watch her retrieve a carton of milk from the refrigerator.
I watch as she pops the corner open as she brings it to her lips whilst never breaking eye contact with me.
Either she’s really dumb and clumsy, or she’s really smart and clever. I vouch for the latter as the milk appears to miss her mouth, splash onto her breasts, runs over her stomach before it drips onto the floor, pooling beneath her bare feet.
At first I think maybe this was an accident, but when she tips the carton upwards and away from her mouth, well I quickly realize exactly what her intentions are.
Before long the entire contents of the carton spills onto her naked body and she’s drenched with milk.
“Ooops,” I hear her chuckle as she throws the empty carton to the floor.
Even though I hear my stomach growl from hunger, the force appears to growl with desire as I feel myself harden once again and my re-engorged c*ck pushes against my tight jeans.
“You want a taste?” she asks teasingly as she hops up onto the kitchen counter and leans back on her elbows.
I make my way over to her but hesitate as I remember the angle of the camera that’s set up in here.
The direction she’s facing is all wrong and I need to turn her around to get this captured on screen.
A flash of guilt washes over me momentarily but within a second it’s gone as I push the all of these thoughts away. This footage is going to keep me entertained for years to come.
I walk around her towards the refrigerator and retrieve another carton of milk.
She immediately turns he body so that she's facing me and bingo - she’s now in direct line of sight of the camera.
I rummage through one of the cupboards and find what I’m looking for.
Even though I desperately want to feel her tightness wrapped all around me, my stomach keeps growling, begging and pleading with me to feed it.
With a fresh carton of milk and a packet of cookies in hand, I make my way back to Naomi and her nakedness sat atop the cool kitchen counter.
I place the goodies on the worktop before removing my vest once again. Don’t want it getting all mucky now, I chuckle to myself at the thought of what I'm about to do next.
“You’re a dirty girl Naomi,” I purr “guess I need to clean you up,” I boldly say as she breaks out into a sh!t eating grin at my comment.
“But first, I really need to eat,” I say as I pop open the packet of cookies.
“Mmmmm chocolate chip, my favourite flavour,” I say teasingly.
I push her back on the counter and hear her breath hitch when her naked body hits the coldness of the tiles as I lie her down.
“How about we wash you down first eh?” I say as I pop open the new carton of milk and slowly drench her breasts and stomach with the liquid.
She yelps a bit from the cold liquid that hits her flesh but she stays still, waiting patiently for my next move.
Taking one of the cookies, I slowly pass it over her stomach and dip it into the milk that’s pooled inside her bellybutton.
When the cookie is nice and soggy I bring it to my lips and take a bite.
“Yum,” I say as I hold the half eaten cookie to her lips so she can taste what I'm tasting.
“You like that?” I tease. Who am I kidding, of course she likes it, this girl is down for anything!
“More,” she demands.
I watch as tiny little bumps rise to the surface of her skim covering her exposed flesh as I trail another cookie up and down her stomach, over her rib cage, coating it with the milk. This time I eat the cookie whole and watch her famous pout return as I fail to give in to her request.
“More what?” I ask amused, “didn’t your mama teach you any manners girl?” I tease.
I see a slight scowl appear on her face before she scrunches up her nose as she sweetly says “more please Michael.”
“That’s more like it girl,” I say as I coat another cookie with milk before letting her take a bite.
We go at this for a little while longer until my “other” hunger pain starts to kick in and enough is enough – I need to finish what we’ve started.
Swiping the now empty carton of milk and the left over cookies to the floor, I pull her up and swing her legs over the counter top so that I can stand in between them.
Her long hair hangs loosely over her shoulders and partly covers her breasts so I push it back and nibble lightly on her neck.
Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist and starts to claw at my back coaxing me to do more.
“No scratching,” I tell her. Can’t be going back to set covered in claw marks now.
She nods in understanding and as a reward I inch my way down and take her right nipple into my mouth.
Immediately she arches her back which thrusts her breast into my face even more and I hear her moan loudly from the torture I’m inflicting upon her flesh.
I bite and suck on her hardened nubs, alternating between her left and right breast until she begs me to do more.
“Fuuuuuck me Michael,” she says with desire dripping from each word.
Perfect timing I think to myself as the force threatens to bust another hole in my jeans.
I pull her down from the counter and turn her around so that her back is facing my front.
We’re near enough the same height so this isn’t going to be tricky I muse.
I unbuckle my jeans, and for the second time today I step out of them and kick them to the side.
Once again I begin to suck and kiss her neck but this time from behind, whilst I pinch and squeeze her firm breasts.
She releases a guttural moan when I start to grind my hardness into her bare ass.
Her head lolls from side to side in reaction to the pleasure that my mouth and fingers are inflicting upon her.
“Mmmmm more,” she demands as she takes my right hand and moves it down over her stomach until we both reach her wetness.
I slowly tease her slit by gently rubbing her swollen lips up and down and every now and then I slightly brush past her clit.
“Stop teasing me Michael,” she spits out through gritted teeth in frustration.
I look dead on into the camera that’s secretly recording out little tryst and grin with excitement.
“You want it girl?” I ask teasingly.
Of course I knows she wants it, but I want to hear her beg for it, nobody tells me what to do – period.
She nods her head as she breathlessly pants in reaction to my teasing.
“How ‘bout you sing to me first girl?” I tease as I swirl my index finger around the entrance to her cavern.
“S-s-sing?” she pants breathlessly.
“Yeah sing for it girl,” I taunt.
“How ‘bout I start you off?” I growl into her ear before taking the juicy lobe into my mouth for a quick suck and nibble.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moans loudly at my tongue teasing her flesh.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” I say before I start to sing “one thing in life you must understand….” I continue to tease her soaking slit but I keep my fingers from doing what she most desires.
“Go on,” I coax her.
“T-t-the truth o-of lust woman t-to m-m-man,” she stammers in between moans.
“Good girl,” I growl and as I reward I slowly begin to insert my middle finger into her honey pot.
“Ooooooo,” she cries as she tries her best to push my hand deeper into her pu$$y giving her the fullness that she craves the most.
“Uh-uh you haven’t finished singing to me yet,” I taunt.
She hisses at me and this only makes me want to tease her more.
I know I won’t be able to keep this up for much longer as my c*ck is leaking all over her ass with my pre-cum in excitement, but to have this much power over this little minx… well it feels so good.
“Go on,” I order her.
“So o-open the door a-and you will seeeee,” she moans as she bucks her ass into my groin.
“Yessssssss,” I say as I cajole her with my fingers.
“There are noooo secrets,” she pants “m-make youre mooooove… aarggggg… set me freeeee…..”
Before she’s finished saying the word “free” I’ve plunged two fingers into her wet pu$$y and she automatically cries out with relief.
I pump her insides hard and fast letting her feel what my length will be doing to her shortly and when I apply some pressure to her pubic bone with the palm of my hand, I feel her walls clamp tightly around my digits as she spasms from the onset of her orgasm.
I continue the pressure as her release washes over my hand in waves.
Before she can finish, I pull out of her depths, I push her forward with my right hand, so she's leaning over the counter - her top half of her body lying flat on the surface and I hold her there.
I open the black and gold packet that I’ve had hidden in my jean pocket all day with my teeth, and like a pro, I roll the condom onto my erection one handed.
Using my left hand as a guide, I line myself up with her entrance and thrust into her hard.
She yelps at my size but after a few deep strokes she gets into it as I hear her moan a mixture of “Ooooooo’s” and “yessssss’s” and “mmmmmmm’s”and “don’t stop.”
The way her pu$$y clamps down each time I thrust into her as her walls continue to contract from her previous orgasm, has me throwing my head back in ecstasy.
I hope the angle of the camera catches all of this… this is going to keep my lonely nights at bay for a while.
Confident that she’s going to stay in this position, I remove my hand from the back of her head and grip her hips tightly on either side. I use my hands to tug and pull her into my every thrust, going so deep that the twins hit her ass cheeks each time I plunge into her making a loud slapping noise.
By now we’re both incoherent and the only noises that emits from our mouths are the guttural grunts and moans of pure animalistic lust.
I start to feel that tingling sensation once again. It starts in the tip of my toes and works itself all the way up to the base of my spine. My groin area feels like it’s on fire as the blood continue to rush thick and fast to my c*ck.
I can feel the tip of my d!ck become more and more sensitive with each thrust and I continue to pound into her fast and hard, now only caring about chasing my own release.
Any second now I’m ready to blow and the unselfish part of me wants to hurry her along so I can get mine.
I feel that she’s close too, the way her pu$$y contracts and pulls at my d!ck but to hurry her along I do the one thing that I know is guaranteed to send her over the edge into oblivion.
I coast my fingers with her juices and then start to slowly tease the opening of her ass hole by make circles - rimming her. Straight away she bucks her ass wildly and screams for me to “go deeper.”
“Your wish is my command,” I mock before I plunge my middle finger into her second hole and push up as far as it will go.
The torture I’m inflicting upon her is being reciprocated tenfold when I feel her spasm so hard that I fear she’s going to cut off the circulation to my d!ck.
“Fuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkk,” she yells out. I spank her ass with my other hand for her cursing.
“Ooooooooo do that a-aaaargg again,” she yells, clearly turned on by my roughness.
I spank her hard… once… smack… twice… smack…. three times smack… I manage to insert a second finger into her as and with that, she explodes.
I feel her squeeze the sh!t out of my d!ck, her juices creating a slurping sound each time I thrust back into her.
“Oooooo keep doing that girl,” I groan as I feel her continue to clench and unclench her inner muscles, giving me the tight space that my c*ck so desperately craves.
“Yessssssssssssssssssssss, urgggggggg, fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk,” she screams, bucking her ass into me harder whilst she thrashes the top half of her body wildly against the counter top.
By now I feel my legs start to shake as my ball sac grows tighter by the second. I plunge into her pu$$y at a fervent pace, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.
The sweat drips from my forehead and trickles down my face spilling onto her back. Over and over I feel her walls spasm and contract; I’m pretty sure from the way she’s gripping at my c*ck and from all the yelling she’s doing - that I’m giving her multiples.
But it’s what she does next that really tips me over the edge, where I’m falling helplessly into the blissful state that is nirvana.
She reaches back and grabs a hold of my ball sac and pulls down on it hard. I grip her hips so hard that I’m positive I’m going to leave bruises on her unblemished skin once we’re through.
The pressure on my jewels is too much and on the next thrust, I feel my c*ck empty into her heat whilst my eyes practically do a 360 degree roll inside my head.
At this point in time, coherent words fail me and the only sounds that escape my mouth are the growls and grunts of an animal nature as I fall onto her back in a heap.
We stay like that for a few minutes until we both steadily regain our breath. The smell of our sex is heavy in the air and she’s sweating just as much as I am.
The desert heat doesn’t help our situation and I know we need to get cleaned up before we return to filming otherwise everyone is going to know what we’ve been up to.
Before I withdraw my semi flaccid d!ck I wink at the camera as I spank her ass before saying, “let’s go take a shower.”
Back to the present...
Damn I wish I would have set up some cameras in that shower cubicle.
Naomi was one dirty girl and round three was even more mind blowing than the previous rounds. Even if I’d had a year’s supply of soap in that shower stall, it still wouldn’t be enough to get this girl clean.
Reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand, I clean myself up for the third time in two days.
Sh!t if I keep this up, excuse the pun, I’m gonna go blind, but this whole trip down memory lane has me so turned on, no sooner have I gotten rid of one bonner does another one crop “up”.
The Force is back within minutes of my release and I’m quickly searching for Part IV.
Sh!t who was Part IV again?
Oh yeah… that’s right… my ex-wife.
Hell she was just as dirty, if not more so than freaky Naomi.
I find myself smirking as it dawns on me just how dirty we got in this short film and as I pop the next instalment into my VCR, lie back against the headboard, reach for the baby oil, I yet again prepare the hook and my palm for round four.
I spin around to see that she’s decided to abandon her clothes once more, as she stands butt naked as the day she was born, with the refrigerator door propped open.
“I needed a cool down,” she says in response to my eye brow hitch at her boldness.
I can’t help but trail my eyes up and down her naked body and marvel at the woman stood before me. The way her legs seem to go all the way up to her armpits and the cool air that is wafting out of the refrigerator onto her skin, playing havoc with her nipples; has me licking my lips with lust.
“I’m thirsty,” she says as I watch her retrieve a carton of milk from the refrigerator.
I watch as she pops the corner open as she brings it to her lips whilst never breaking eye contact with me.
Either she’s really dumb and clumsy, or she’s really smart and clever. I vouch for the latter as the milk appears to miss her mouth, splash onto her breasts, runs over her stomach before it drips onto the floor, pooling beneath her bare feet.
At first I think maybe this was an accident, but when she tips the carton upwards and away from her mouth, well I quickly realize exactly what her intentions are.
Before long the entire contents of the carton spills onto her naked body and she’s drenched with milk.
“Ooops,” I hear her chuckle as she throws the empty carton to the floor.
Even though I hear my stomach growl from hunger, the force appears to growl with desire as I feel myself harden once again and my re-engorged c*ck pushes against my tight jeans.
“You want a taste?” she asks teasingly as she hops up onto the kitchen counter and leans back on her elbows.
I make my way over to her but hesitate as I remember the angle of the camera that’s set up in here.
The direction she’s facing is all wrong and I need to turn her around to get this captured on screen.
A flash of guilt washes over me momentarily but within a second it’s gone as I push the all of these thoughts away. This footage is going to keep me entertained for years to come.
I walk around her towards the refrigerator and retrieve another carton of milk.
She immediately turns he body so that she's facing me and bingo - she’s now in direct line of sight of the camera.
I rummage through one of the cupboards and find what I’m looking for.
Even though I desperately want to feel her tightness wrapped all around me, my stomach keeps growling, begging and pleading with me to feed it.
With a fresh carton of milk and a packet of cookies in hand, I make my way back to Naomi and her nakedness sat atop the cool kitchen counter.
I place the goodies on the worktop before removing my vest once again. Don’t want it getting all mucky now, I chuckle to myself at the thought of what I'm about to do next.
“You’re a dirty girl Naomi,” I purr “guess I need to clean you up,” I boldly say as she breaks out into a sh!t eating grin at my comment.
“But first, I really need to eat,” I say as I pop open the packet of cookies.
“Mmmmm chocolate chip, my favourite flavour,” I say teasingly.
I push her back on the counter and hear her breath hitch when her naked body hits the coldness of the tiles as I lie her down.
“How about we wash you down first eh?” I say as I pop open the new carton of milk and slowly drench her breasts and stomach with the liquid.
She yelps a bit from the cold liquid that hits her flesh but she stays still, waiting patiently for my next move.
Taking one of the cookies, I slowly pass it over her stomach and dip it into the milk that’s pooled inside her bellybutton.
When the cookie is nice and soggy I bring it to my lips and take a bite.
“Yum,” I say as I hold the half eaten cookie to her lips so she can taste what I'm tasting.
“You like that?” I tease. Who am I kidding, of course she likes it, this girl is down for anything!
“More,” she demands.
I watch as tiny little bumps rise to the surface of her skim covering her exposed flesh as I trail another cookie up and down her stomach, over her rib cage, coating it with the milk. This time I eat the cookie whole and watch her famous pout return as I fail to give in to her request.
“More what?” I ask amused, “didn’t your mama teach you any manners girl?” I tease.
I see a slight scowl appear on her face before she scrunches up her nose as she sweetly says “more please Michael.”
“That’s more like it girl,” I say as I coat another cookie with milk before letting her take a bite.
We go at this for a little while longer until my “other” hunger pain starts to kick in and enough is enough – I need to finish what we’ve started.
Swiping the now empty carton of milk and the left over cookies to the floor, I pull her up and swing her legs over the counter top so that I can stand in between them.
Her long hair hangs loosely over her shoulders and partly covers her breasts so I push it back and nibble lightly on her neck.
Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist and starts to claw at my back coaxing me to do more.
“No scratching,” I tell her. Can’t be going back to set covered in claw marks now.
She nods in understanding and as a reward I inch my way down and take her right nipple into my mouth.
Immediately she arches her back which thrusts her breast into my face even more and I hear her moan loudly from the torture I’m inflicting upon her flesh.
I bite and suck on her hardened nubs, alternating between her left and right breast until she begs me to do more.
“Fuuuuuck me Michael,” she says with desire dripping from each word.
Perfect timing I think to myself as the force threatens to bust another hole in my jeans.
I pull her down from the counter and turn her around so that her back is facing my front.
We’re near enough the same height so this isn’t going to be tricky I muse.
I unbuckle my jeans, and for the second time today I step out of them and kick them to the side.
Once again I begin to suck and kiss her neck but this time from behind, whilst I pinch and squeeze her firm breasts.
She releases a guttural moan when I start to grind my hardness into her bare ass.
Her head lolls from side to side in reaction to the pleasure that my mouth and fingers are inflicting upon her.
“Mmmmm more,” she demands as she takes my right hand and moves it down over her stomach until we both reach her wetness.
I slowly tease her slit by gently rubbing her swollen lips up and down and every now and then I slightly brush past her clit.
“Stop teasing me Michael,” she spits out through gritted teeth in frustration.
I look dead on into the camera that’s secretly recording out little tryst and grin with excitement.
“You want it girl?” I ask teasingly.
Of course I knows she wants it, but I want to hear her beg for it, nobody tells me what to do – period.
She nods her head as she breathlessly pants in reaction to my teasing.
“How ‘bout you sing to me first girl?” I tease as I swirl my index finger around the entrance to her cavern.
“S-s-sing?” she pants breathlessly.
“Yeah sing for it girl,” I taunt.
“How ‘bout I start you off?” I growl into her ear before taking the juicy lobe into my mouth for a quick suck and nibble.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moans loudly at my tongue teasing her flesh.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” I say before I start to sing “one thing in life you must understand….” I continue to tease her soaking slit but I keep my fingers from doing what she most desires.
“Go on,” I coax her.
“T-t-the truth o-of lust woman t-to m-m-man,” she stammers in between moans.
“Good girl,” I growl and as I reward I slowly begin to insert my middle finger into her honey pot.
“Ooooooo,” she cries as she tries her best to push my hand deeper into her pu$$y giving her the fullness that she craves the most.
“Uh-uh you haven’t finished singing to me yet,” I taunt.
She hisses at me and this only makes me want to tease her more.
I know I won’t be able to keep this up for much longer as my c*ck is leaking all over her ass with my pre-cum in excitement, but to have this much power over this little minx… well it feels so good.
“Go on,” I order her.
“So o-open the door a-and you will seeeee,” she moans as she bucks her ass into my groin.
“Yessssssss,” I say as I cajole her with my fingers.
“There are noooo secrets,” she pants “m-make youre mooooove… aarggggg… set me freeeee…..”
Before she’s finished saying the word “free” I’ve plunged two fingers into her wet pu$$y and she automatically cries out with relief.
I pump her insides hard and fast letting her feel what my length will be doing to her shortly and when I apply some pressure to her pubic bone with the palm of my hand, I feel her walls clamp tightly around my digits as she spasms from the onset of her orgasm.
I continue the pressure as her release washes over my hand in waves.
Before she can finish, I pull out of her depths, I push her forward with my right hand, so she's leaning over the counter - her top half of her body lying flat on the surface and I hold her there.
I open the black and gold packet that I’ve had hidden in my jean pocket all day with my teeth, and like a pro, I roll the condom onto my erection one handed.
Using my left hand as a guide, I line myself up with her entrance and thrust into her hard.
She yelps at my size but after a few deep strokes she gets into it as I hear her moan a mixture of “Ooooooo’s” and “yessssss’s” and “mmmmmmm’s”and “don’t stop.”
The way her pu$$y clamps down each time I thrust into her as her walls continue to contract from her previous orgasm, has me throwing my head back in ecstasy.
I hope the angle of the camera catches all of this… this is going to keep my lonely nights at bay for a while.
Confident that she’s going to stay in this position, I remove my hand from the back of her head and grip her hips tightly on either side. I use my hands to tug and pull her into my every thrust, going so deep that the twins hit her ass cheeks each time I plunge into her making a loud slapping noise.
By now we’re both incoherent and the only noises that emits from our mouths are the guttural grunts and moans of pure animalistic lust.
I start to feel that tingling sensation once again. It starts in the tip of my toes and works itself all the way up to the base of my spine. My groin area feels like it’s on fire as the blood continue to rush thick and fast to my c*ck.
I can feel the tip of my d!ck become more and more sensitive with each thrust and I continue to pound into her fast and hard, now only caring about chasing my own release.
Any second now I’m ready to blow and the unselfish part of me wants to hurry her along so I can get mine.
I feel that she’s close too, the way her pu$$y contracts and pulls at my d!ck but to hurry her along I do the one thing that I know is guaranteed to send her over the edge into oblivion.
I coast my fingers with her juices and then start to slowly tease the opening of her ass hole by make circles - rimming her. Straight away she bucks her ass wildly and screams for me to “go deeper.”
“Your wish is my command,” I mock before I plunge my middle finger into her second hole and push up as far as it will go.
The torture I’m inflicting upon her is being reciprocated tenfold when I feel her spasm so hard that I fear she’s going to cut off the circulation to my d!ck.
“Fuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkk,” she yells out. I spank her ass with my other hand for her cursing.
“Ooooooooo do that a-aaaargg again,” she yells, clearly turned on by my roughness.
I spank her hard… once… smack… twice… smack…. three times smack… I manage to insert a second finger into her as and with that, she explodes.
I feel her squeeze the sh!t out of my d!ck, her juices creating a slurping sound each time I thrust back into her.
“Oooooo keep doing that girl,” I groan as I feel her continue to clench and unclench her inner muscles, giving me the tight space that my c*ck so desperately craves.
“Yessssssssssssssssssssss, urgggggggg, fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk,” she screams, bucking her ass into me harder whilst she thrashes the top half of her body wildly against the counter top.
By now I feel my legs start to shake as my ball sac grows tighter by the second. I plunge into her pu$$y at a fervent pace, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.
The sweat drips from my forehead and trickles down my face spilling onto her back. Over and over I feel her walls spasm and contract; I’m pretty sure from the way she’s gripping at my c*ck and from all the yelling she’s doing - that I’m giving her multiples.
But it’s what she does next that really tips me over the edge, where I’m falling helplessly into the blissful state that is nirvana.
She reaches back and grabs a hold of my ball sac and pulls down on it hard. I grip her hips so hard that I’m positive I’m going to leave bruises on her unblemished skin once we’re through.
The pressure on my jewels is too much and on the next thrust, I feel my c*ck empty into her heat whilst my eyes practically do a 360 degree roll inside my head.
At this point in time, coherent words fail me and the only sounds that escape my mouth are the growls and grunts of an animal nature as I fall onto her back in a heap.
We stay like that for a few minutes until we both steadily regain our breath. The smell of our sex is heavy in the air and she’s sweating just as much as I am.
The desert heat doesn’t help our situation and I know we need to get cleaned up before we return to filming otherwise everyone is going to know what we’ve been up to.
Before I withdraw my semi flaccid d!ck I wink at the camera as I spank her ass before saying, “let’s go take a shower.”
Back to the present...
Damn I wish I would have set up some cameras in that shower cubicle.
Naomi was one dirty girl and round three was even more mind blowing than the previous rounds. Even if I’d had a year’s supply of soap in that shower stall, it still wouldn’t be enough to get this girl clean.
Reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand, I clean myself up for the third time in two days.
Sh!t if I keep this up, excuse the pun, I’m gonna go blind, but this whole trip down memory lane has me so turned on, no sooner have I gotten rid of one bonner does another one crop “up”.
The Force is back within minutes of my release and I’m quickly searching for Part IV.
Sh!t who was Part IV again?
Oh yeah… that’s right… my ex-wife.
Hell she was just as dirty, if not more so than freaky Naomi.
I find myself smirking as it dawns on me just how dirty we got in this short film and as I pop the next instalment into my VCR, lie back against the headboard, reach for the baby oil, I yet again prepare the hook and my palm for round four.
1 comment:
Oh girl, that was nasty :))
And it's very likely there was something between them in 1992, you can actually see it in the video and unreleased scenes. And sure she said it about sucking his cock, we have this confirmed :)) but the rest of the story, which is untold... always makes me wonder... :))
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