All About Former Playboy/Penthouse/Internet Model Erica Rose Campbell. Enjoy A Retrospective Look Back At This Natural Beauty's Career Through Pictures, Videos, Interviews, Memorabilia, Laughs, And Fantasies. Plenty Of Sexiness Is Abound. *NSFW*
Sunday, February 3, 2019
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Saturday, February 2, 2019
Erica Rose Campbell - "The Best Maid Plans"
The Best Maid Plans
by N. Warren Daley
by N. Warren Daley
What made him so nervous was the fact that the minuscule hem of her uniform was doing absolutely nothing to cover her ass. In fact, the only thing that was covering her ass was a pair of silky black sheer to the waist pantyhose, with fancy little lines up the back of both legs. She had by far the nicest ass he had ever seen, especially combined with her utterly fantastic legs and the wicked black high heels she also had on - but, even as he started to imagine sliding his cock slowly into that tight-looking little spot right between the top of her luscious thighs, Chris gathered all his willpower and forced himself to look away from the awesome view.
Instead, he met Erica's gaze as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. She saw the expression on his face, and realized instantly that he was trying to be a gentleman and not just blatantly stare at her ass - much less give in to the animal urges that she imagined must be searing through him at that very instant. Obviously it was a huge struggle for him - and the fact that she was having such a pronounced effect on Chris sent of tiny shiver of excitement straight to the center of her clit. It started to swell just the tiniest bit - but, as she answered him, she kept her voice carefully neutral.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said with a pretty smile. "Just consider it part of the service - I mean, as long as I'm dressed up like a maid...." At the same time, she made no move to straighten up - or otherwise cover her ass - and watched in secret delight as Chris struggled to keep his eyes pointed toward hers. After a few seconds of torturing him, though, she finally decided to let him off the hook. "It is okay for you to look at me, you know," she went on. "And I really mean look. You do not have to be such a gentleman."
"Yeah..." But Chris actually looked away. "I know it's supposed to be okay for me to... check you out," he said, staring at some unknown point in the other corner of the room. "But it... seems wrong, somehow." He looked back at her then - but still it was at her eyes, not at her ass.
Erica sighed. Unfortunately, she'd been afraid of this very thing - that one guy would be a wet rag and ruin the whole bachelor party. The fact that it was the Best Man made it even worse - although, on another level, it secretly thrilled her that he was being so respectful to her. Still, that wasn't the point.
"Okay." Straightening now, she turned to face him and gave him a beautiful luminous smile. It was time to make him understand how things were supposed to work. "Look. Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course," said Chris. "You're... probably the prettiest woman I've ever seen."
"Only 'probably'?" Erica laughed softly. "But thank you. Now, be honest. Just between you and me, I think you really enjoyed looking at my ass - and I also think you wouldn't mind seeing a lot more. Am I right?"
Chris hesitated a long moment, his face burning. Finally, looking down at his shoes, he muttered a soft "Yes."
"Okay. Now... Chris, please. Look up at me." Erica bent down a bit to look into Chris's eyes, and he finally raised his head. "Good. Now, what you need to realize is that I am here tonight as entertainment, and nothing more. Right now, at this party, I am not someone that you need to respect. In fact, the only way that you could possibly insult me is to not treat me like a sexual object."
"Oh, I see. You just want me to drool all over you, then - is that it?" Chris actually sounded angry - he was starting to wonder if he was going to be able to go through with this. He thought back to when they were planning the bachelor party, and almost wished they had decided not to have one at all. On top of that, why had they decided to have it at his house? Because he was the Best Man, of course - but why hadn't they just gone to a strip club?
That was because of the bride-to-be. Sure, she told them, they could have a half-naked woman at the party. And they could go to a strip bar, too - but only if it was on her terms.
Chris could feel his head starting to ache. What kind of drugs was I on that day? he wondered. And now he had to deal with... this. Meanwhile, Erica was looking at him with that same soft smile. Right or wrong, he had to admit that she actually was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"Yes, I do expect you to drool all over me," said Erica. Why was he making it so hard? "Just think: I'm not wearing anything but totally sheer pantyhose under this tiny little outfit..." And with that, she reached down to grasp the hem of her uniform.
For a brief instant she actually thought Chris was going to turn away again as she lifted the bottom of her outfit upward. But he couldn't help it - and as the hem went up, his eyes went down, until finally he was staring at a view that took his breath away. Erica's pantyhose were totally sheer, and she wasn't wearing panties - and now, as she stood in front of him, simply waiting for him to look at her all he wanted to, he could see everything. Her beautiful flat tummy... a nicely-trimmed strip of pubic hair...
And, of course, that certain little nub. He could just make it out through the silky nylon... it would be so nice to just drop to his knees and put his tongue there. He could picture it in his mind - his hands on her ass, pulling her close as he licked her clit through her pantyhose... her hands on the back of his head, pulling his tongue hard against her as she started to cum... and then the beautiful sound of her sighing with pleasure...
"Isn't this nice?" Erica was saying. She swayed her hips back and forth a bit, making it impossible for Chris to ignore her. "Mmm, no panties... nothing but pantyhose, under this tiny little skirt. Now, be honest - don't you like what you see?"
Chris stared for a long moment, actually trembling slightly now. A bulge was starting to grow in his pants. Seeing this out of the corner of her eye, Erica thought: now, we're getting somewhere. Finally he nodded - a sort of nervous motion. "Yes," he said, in a voice that was barely audible.
"It's making you hard, isn't it?" Erica's voice was soft, enticing - smooth as butter. "I bet you'd love to take it out and rub it all over my pantyhose, wouldn't you? Mmm, nice and slow, maybe along the inside of one of my thighs. Just imagine the feeling the soft, silky nylon against your hot skin. Would you like to do that, Chris?"
"Yes..." he breathed. In fact, at that moment he had never wanted anything more in his life.
"Good," she said in that same seductive voice. Talking like this was really starting to arouse her now - adding to the feelings that had started earlier, when she'd been showing him her ass - and she could feel her clit swelling again. Pretty soon, she knew, a tiny wet spot would start to appear in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose - and in fact, just thinking about that made her feel even more aroused. But a wet spot wasn't something she really wanted this particular guy to see - at least, not yet. He might be a gentleman now, but...
She quickly lowered the hem of her outfit.
Still, she wanted to continue this little tease - as much because of what she was starting to feel inside as for his benefit. "Now, I want you to see something else," she said - and in one smooth gesture, Erica pulled the top of her uniform all the way down past the bottom of her large breasts. Then, hooking her thumbs into the straps that ran up and over her shoulders, she gave him a seductive look. "What do you think of these?" she asked in her most sensual voice.
Chris's mouth dropped open. His jaw worked for a few seconds, but no words came out. His eyes grew wide as he stared at her perfect breasts. They were just the right size, and they were all hers - there was no doubt about that. Not even in a magazine had he ever seen such perfection.
Again his imagination went into overdrive. He pictured Erica kneeling now, her gorgeous cleavage covered with baby oil... her hands pressing her breasts together as he thrust his throbbing cock back and forth between them... maybe lowering her head to kiss the tip with her beautiful lips...
"Wow," he finally managed. "They're... awesome." He looked up at her eyes briefly. "I mean, they're so... perfect."
"Thank you," said Erica, in that same sultry voice. "I bet all this time you thought they were fake, didn't you?"
"Obviously, they aren't," said Chris in a breathless voice. The bulge in his pants was full-grown now, and Erica almost licked her lips at the sight. He was very well-equipped - that was for sure - and now she could feel that wet spot starting to form in her pantyhose.
"That's right," she said softly. "I bet you'd like to put something right in here, wouldn't you?" She glanced downward at her awesome cleavage with a sly look. "Maybe just slide it up and down, nice and slow? I could wet it with my tongue for you first..."
It was as if she was reading his mind. Suddenly Chris's face turned bright red, and he moaned low in his throat. The muscles in his neck stood out like steel cables as his entire body convulsed ever so slightly - and even though the thick denim of his jeans didn't allow any tell-tale wetness to show through, at least right away, Erica knew what had happened. The thought that she had made him cum in his pants without even touching him sent a bolt of arousal straight through the center of her body, and she felt the wet spot in her pantyhose starting to spread. At the same time, her clit continued to swell, and now it was starting to pulsate softly in time with her heartbeat...
At that instant, they both heard a car pull into the driveway. "Shit, Dave's here," said Chris. He looked at Erica beseechingly.
"Go change," she said, tugging the top of her uniform back up over her hard nipples. "I'll meet him at the door." Chris nodded and started out of the room, but then turned back as Erica whispered something else.
"What happened... is just between us." It was a statement - but also, judging by the expression on her face, a question as well. Chris looked straight into her eyes and nodded, letting her know he understood, and then left the room.
~ ~ ~ ~
A few minutes later, Chris found the
groom, Dave - his
best friend - out on the patio near the pool, relaxing in a chair as Erica served
him a cold beer. "Hey, bud!" said Chris. He gave Dave as
high-five, then settled into the chair near him at the small table. Then
he nodded toward Erica. "What do you think - first rate service,
huh?"
"Without a doubt," said
Dave, eyeing Erica appreciatively. "I would say we probably have the
most incredibly beautiful French Maid ever to serve a man a beer." He
slurred his words ever so slightly, and Chris immediately realized that Dave was
already drunk. He said nothing, however - Dave had his reasons.
"Why,
thank you, sir," said Erica, giggling as she slipped into her role as a
ditzy paid escort - and Chris almost laughed out loud. From the way she was acting
now, no one would ever guess that she was actually an extremely intelligent and
sensitive woman. What a difference from ten minutes ago...
"I should apologize about my uniform," Erica went
on, in that same ditzy valley-girlish voice. "I don't know why, but the top
just doesn't seem to want to keep me covered." She looked down at her breasts in a sort of
shy way - at the erect nipple of her left breast, which was peeking out quite
nicely past the slight-out-of-place neckline of her uniform. It was even
harder now than it had been in the living room, but of course Dave couldn't know
that.
"Doesn't bother me," said
Dave. "What about you, Chris? Any problem with seeing a little
tit?" Dave was even more drunk than Chris had realized, and didn't
catch the tiny frown that flashed across Erica's face when she heard the sarcasm
in his voice. But Chris did, and he cringed to himself. Still, he
supposed he should go along with it.
"They are pretty nice," he
said.
"Yeah, and just look at those
legs. Whoo-ee! They go all the way up, don't
they?" Dave punched Chris playfully on the shoulder - a bit harder
than he realized, because he was getting more intoxicated by the second - then
took another swig of his beer.
"Yes, they do," said
Chris. He realized what was going on now. Dave was deliberately treating
Erica this way - and it actually started to piss Chris off. There was no
reason for that - it wasn't going to prove anything.
"That's right."
Swiveling in his chair now, Dave turned to fix Chris with a drunken glare.
"So, mister Best Man, tell me this: where the fuck is everybody
else? We got us a hot little stripper girl here. At the rate she's
going, they're gonna miss the whole fuckin' show."
"It's early yet," said
Chris in a quiet voice. "But you know, maybe you should be a little
nicer. You keep treating her this way, you might end up missing out on her
altogether."
Dave stared at him for a second -
then suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing. "Am I being an
asshole?" he asked
Chris.
"Yes, you are," Chris
answered. "Now turn around, apologize, and let her do... what she
came here to do."
Dave turned back to Erica.
"You know, he's right," he said to her. "I am acting
like an ass. And I shouldn't be." He looked at her with a soft
smile. "You really went all out, and..."
"No,
that was just a tease," said Erica, her face lighting up with a gorgeous
smile. She looked a silent thank-you at Chris out of the corner of
one eye, then focused her attention on the groom. "This would
be going all out." And with that, she bent forward at the waist and
gave her shoulders a shrug.
Instantly, the right shoulder of her
uniform slipped down her arm half way to her elbow. A second later, her
large breasts tumbled out into view. Crossing her arms underneath them,
she pushed them up just a bit, making the firm globes into a valley of pure
pleasure. "Nothing wrong with seeing a little tit, right?" she
asked with a smirk.
"Holy fuck," said Dave as
he let out a long, shaky breath. He shook his head slowly, as if in
disbelief. "You are just plain gorgeous, you know that?"
"Mmm," said Erica.
"That's more like it. You know, if you keep being nice to me, I might
let you slip a little something in there. Would you like that?"
I know I would, she thought. If the wet spot in my pantyhose
gets much bigger it's going to start trickling down the inside of one leg, right
underneath the nylon of my pantyhose...
"Oh, you know I
would," said Dave. The front of his jeans was already bulging.
"It ain't gonna be a little something, though."
"Proud of yourself,
huh?" Erica was teasing him now. "Got something you think
might impress me?"
"Yeah, I do," said Dave,
with a self-satisfied smirk.
"You want to show it to
me?" Erica gave him her steamiest look, making it plain that a lot
more would happen once it was out...
Dave looked at her in
surprise. He glanced at Chris, then back at Erica. "Sure,
but... not right here."
"I can take a hint," said
Chris. He got up from his chair. "Just yell when you're
done," he said, heading toward the house.
"Oh,
he will," said Erica with a smile. And even as Chris went in
through the sliding glass doors and pulled them shut behind him, she was heading toward the diving board.
Most of the way there, she paused and turned back to Dave with the steamiest
look yet. He was still rooted to his chair, his mouth slightly agape - and
when she looked at him that way, the expression on his face sent a tingle
all the way through her.
Her clit began to throb again as she
watched his eyes rake slowly up and down her body. From this angle she
knew he couldn't see the way her breasts were still on display, but the shoulder
of her outfit was still riding low on the left side - and somehow that seemed to
be even more of a tease. The way she stood, too, with her luscious ass
thrusting out slightly behind her, made the hem of her uniform rise upward the
tiniest bit in back - just enough to show the curves...
"Come on over here," she
said. Her voice was pure honey. "Let's sit on the diving board
for a minute, and you can show me that amazing 'thing' of yours."
"I'm there," said
Dave. He tried to get up from his chair, but almost tipped it over instead
as he lost his balance and grabbed for one arm. Narrowly avoiding landing
on his own ass, he finally managed to straighten up and make his way out from around
the table.
"Well, I'm gettin' there," he
said, as he started to weave across the patio that surrounded the pool.
Erica's heart leapt into her throat for a second as he lurched suddenly toward
the edge - the deep end was right there - but then she relaxed as he staggered
again, away from the edge.
"Sorry," he said, finally
making his way over to where she stood waiting. "I had a little too
much to drink. I really didn't think this little shindig was going to work out, you
know?"
"I
understand," said Erica, "And I forgive you." Settling
gracefully onto the edge of the diving board, she beckoned Dave closer.
"Now come on. Let's see what you've got for me."
When he was finally standing right next to her, she
reached up and slowly unbuckled his belt. His cock was already straining
against his jeans, and when she unbuttoned them and popped the zipper open, the
hard shaft thrust outward toward her - still encased in his underwear, but
definitely ready for action.
Teasing him, she slowly pushed his
pants down to his knees. Finally, she reached up and pulled his
underwear down. His hard cock was in her face then, and he sighed in
anticipation as she pulled him
closer.
Erica blew gently on the tip of his
cock, then touched it lightly with just the tip of her tongue. Dave's body
jerked at the slight contact, and he moaned. Kissing the tip, she then
started to kiss his cock all the way down the left side until she got to his
balls. Swiping her soft tongue across them, she kissed her way back up the
other side, making Dave moan with every touch. Meanwhile, the wet spot in
her pantyhose was growing rapidly, and her clit was throbbing like mad.
Back at the tip of his cock, she kissed it
straight-on, then slowly encircled it with her lips. He thrust toward her
almost uncontrollably, but she backed away, keeping just the tip of his cock in
her mouth. Inside her mouth, her tongue flicked against the tip as she
sucked on it lightly. Dave moaned again, almost desperate now to have her
take his cock farther into her mouth. Still she teased him, now wrapping a warm
hand around the shaft and pumping it slowly with only the very lightest touch as
she continued to lick and kiss just the tip of his cock.
Dave looked down and watched as
Erica's other hand disappeared under the hem of her uniform. The motions
of that hand began to match the rhythm of the one that was fondling his cock,
and he realized she was touching herself through her pantyhose. That made
him even more aroused - and if it was possible, his cock got even harder.
Erica responded by moving her lips a half-inch or so farther down, until they
were just behind the swollen head of his cock. Inside her mouth her tongue
began to swirl all around the tip itself, and Dave could feel himself starting
to run out of time.
"I'm gonna' lose it," he
breathed. No matter how much he wanted to prolong this experience, it
simply felt too good. Erica seemed not to mind, though - her lips
descended slowly down his cock then, until almost the entire length was inside
her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere - swirling, sucking, licking - and as
she slowly drew her lips back upward, Dave felt the first spasm start.
Erica felt it too, and
instantly
switched gears. No more slow-motion - she started to plunge her
lips up
and down the length of his cock, faster and faster, her one hand
grasping it at the base and pushing down against his balls - squeezing
slightly,
using a little back pressure to increase the power of it - and then,
with a loud
moan, Dave finally began to cum.
At the same time, Erica felt a rush
of warmth beneath the fingers of her other hand. As Dave's cum pumped into
her warm mouth, her own cum pushed its way out into her pantyhose, instantly soaking
the sheer nylon straight through. She was moaning too, the vibrations of
her larynx intensifying Dave's orgasm even more. He didn't quite yell,
but the moan that came from somewhere deep within his body was plenty loud
enough...
Afterward,
Erica continued to lick his cock, until every last trace of cum was cleaned from
the shaft. When that was done, she carefully tucked his cock back inside
his underwear, then pulled his pants back up and neatly zipped and buttoned
them. As she threaded his belt back together and buckled it, she looked up
into his eyes.
"The reason no one else is here
is because they're all at Club JB," she told him, now in a rather
matter-of-fact voice. "They're
waiting for you and Chris. Go have a good time."
Dave looked down at her, almost in
shock. "Are you serious? he asked. "You're actually going
to let me go there?"
"Mmm hmm. Now that I've
unloaded your gun, so to speak, I think I can trust you around some real strippers."
"Wow," he said, still
surprised. Then he smiled. "I guess there was a method to your
madness after all."
Erica relaxed backward, her gorgeous
breasts still spilling over the top of her sexy uniform. "And you
thought having your fiancé at the bachelor party was going to ruin
everything," she said with a smile. "Guess I proved you wrong,
didn't I?"
THE END
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Friday, February 1, 2019
Erica Rose Campbell - "Pantyhose Maid" Pt.4
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