I was assigned with our chief interviewer, Kathy Swinton, who was going to be quizzing her about her latest album. Kathy was a complete bitch who when sent on celebrity jobs like this turned into even more of a dragon.

"Now remember Rob, I'll be calling the shots here," she reminded me as I drove towards the site. "Whatever Britney wants she gets, do you understand? I don't want any of your arty student suggestions regarding pose, make up or dress. You got that?"

What could I say? My mental images of Britney in the schoolgirls costume would have to suffice for the time being then.

As usual I was left to carry every last bit of equipment from the car (heaven forbid that the star reporters nails should be in anyway damaged!) and we were led through a vast series of doors and corridors by a group of three particularly large and burly security guards. I'd always thought those security guards at concerts had the best job of all, paid to hold back thousands of screaming teenage girls.

Is it just me or does anyone else wonder what happens to those girls when they pass out and are taken out the back? Supposedly to an ambulance or resuscitation unit. I wouldn't mind betting that security slip their dicks out and take them before they regain consciousness.

Britney was an absolute goddess. As me and Kathy entered the room, she approached us, all smiles wearing a white cotton crop top, black leather mini skirt and red leather boots with heels that could cut slices in lead. To my amazement and indeed complete arousal she made a beeline for me and shook my hand, running her long slender fingers along my wrist and completely ignoring Kathy.

"So, you're the one that's going to be interrogating me today then" she purred.

"No actually I'm just the photographer"

"No way. Much too handsome to be a snapper. Well, I look forward to your input in the photos because I'm looking to do something a bit more diverse today, something interesting, something varied." She paused, smiled then continued "Something exciting."

With that she turned to Kathy, shook her hand and the interview began.

As it was my first time at the interview of such a massive celebrity, I was impressed with the speed and professionalism that things took place. Agents, reporters and make up artists bustled about Britney and attended her every need without request. Britney looked totally in control of the situation, so sexy and so powerful.

As she reclined on the black leather sofa, she looked like she could have any man in the world. As if all she had to do was click her fingers and one of her attendants would bring her a selection of men to choose from. Imagine it, six men brought naked into the room, Britney patrolling up and down in front of them, carefully selecting her 'victim', marking his chest with red lipstick in a cross if she didn't like him and then dragging the last man standing out the back and onto her bed for a good seeing to. Then, whenever she was fully satisfied, she could kick him out of bed and the process would be repeated the following day until Britney had sampled enough cum to make her eyes turn white.

Of course, this wasn't going to happen. At least for the foreseeable future, as she was obviously engaged to be married to Justin Timberlake. Or was she. Recent press speculation was rife that Britney had dumped him and naturally I had my own thoughts on the subject. Perhaps he'd gotten tired of waiting for the tight little virgin to open her cunt and let him in. Perhaps he'd been fooling around with Shakira. By a tremendous stroke of luck, the only person bravest enough to ask those sorts of questions was interviewing her right this minute and nothing was too personal for her.

"So Britney can you tell us the latest on your allegedly faltering relationship with Justin Timberlake?"

"Yeah sure" Britney replied, "I chucked him"

"Why was that? Pressures of work perhaps? You've drifted apart?"

"No not at all. He was just shit in bed."

You could have heard a pin drop. Two confessions in one sentence. Britney not a virgin?! Justin Timberlake shit in bed?! Even Kathy was lost for words.

"Oh I.. well" stumbled Kathy

"There's no need to be embarrassed" comforted Britney "I lost my virginity ages ago. We've been having sex for about six months but he just wasn't up to it. So there you have it fellas..." she said grabbing the microphone "I'm looking for a man who satisfy me night and day. Someone whose cock doesn't resemble a wiener."

"Wow. This is quite a scoop." Kathy was gushing

"Honestly the little faggot was useless. We tried everything. Role play, toys, doing it outdoors, nothing."

"But what happened to you. You used to be so chaste?" Kathy asked

"I got bored. And I am bored. Lets quit the interview. I want cute camera guy to take my photo"

At this point she approached me and draped her right arm around my waist and put her hand on my ass. I was stunned, breathless and unable to take my eyes from her magnificently tanned thighs.

"So what did you have in mind?" I asked, trying to be casual.

"Well I'm going against my agents advice and trying to sex things up a bit. My agent says if I'm too raunchy I'll drive away the kids market. But fuck them, I want men coming after me, like Madonna did. Did you ever see her in Body of Evidence? How much do I want to be her in that film!" she laughed.

I'd seen Body of Evidence. I'd wanked myself blind over Body of Evidence.

"So basically I'm looking at a few revealing outfits and provocative poses and situations. You think you can show me what to do?"

I'd noticed Kathy looking at me with dagger eyes, seething with me for hijacking her interview. I didn't care. My mind was alive. Imagine it, every fantasy you've ever had about Britney Spears. You the reader, imagine it. Write it down and imagine it. That's the closest you'll get. I got her to act mine out.

First we went to the costume department. Britney at this point started to disrobe into her bra and panties as there was going to be a lot of costume changing and privacy on set is at a premium. I was surprised. For someone so famous for prudishness she was extremely comfortable with her body and nudity in the presence of strangers.

"I think we'll start off with that schoolgirls outfit" I said.

"Yeah but I've worn that before in." Britney started to reply.

"Yeah but this time, the skirt will be shorter and the shirt will be open, no bra just cleavage and we'll tie your hands together with the school tie."

She looked thrilled and got changed eagerly. We put her in a pose against the backdrop of a school desk. I told her to open her legs as far as she could and wrap them around the back of the chair. I had the pleasure of tying her wrists together and as I looked down she stared deeply at me.

"You've obviously done this before." She whispered "Perhaps I should have suggested this to Justin."

I tried to laugh it off but as I walked back to my camera, I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Okay Britney purse your lips and look tortured for me yeah?"

After two hours of non-stop costume changes and rehearsals and make up, our session time was up and lunch was called. Kathy came striding up to me.

"Well thank you," she said spitefully.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You. Making me look small and pathetic just to further your own, paparazzi career. Give me the keys I'm going back to the office."

Sensing her evident hurt and keen to avoid conflict I gave her the keys and began tidying up.

"I'll just get the gear together and I'll join you."

Kathy left the room and I began packing. Britney walked through the door that Kathy had just left and smiled at me.

"You weren't going without saying goodbye were you?"

"No but she's in a bit of a mood so I'd better be off. Can't upset the boss and all that."

"Oh well, nice meeting you gorgeous" said Britney and she kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and felt my dick firm up against my trousers.

On leaving the set I couldn't believe my eyes. Kathy had driven off, back to the office and left me behind with all the equipment.

"The sulking spiteful bitch!" I shouted, throwing my bag to the floor. "Well, if she thinks I'm walking all this stuff back she's got another thing coming!".

At a loose end and aware of the fact that there was a massive lunch going on with the worlds sexiest woman I decided to chance my arm and went back into the studio. To my astonishment, Britney was sitting on her own smoking a cigarette. She had changed back into the crop top and a pair of denim hipsters that barely concealed the top of her pussy. Through the crop top her nipples had began showing as the big open studio had gotten quite cold. She looked red hot.

"I never knew you smoked?"

She smiled when she saw me.

"There are a whole lot of things you don't know about me." Her tone was sterner now. "I don't give everything away in those pussy ass interviews to those lame ass journalists."

"Maybe I shouldn't have come back."

"No wait." She said, grabbing my arm. "Why did you come back?"

"Kathy decided she'd drive back without me."

Britney laughed.

"It's not funny," I said, half laughing myself.

"So you're trapped in here with little old me, are you?"

"I can think of worst places to be stuck," I replied.

"Ooh that sounds like a come on to me," said Britney. I was flushed with embarrassment.

"Miss Spears, sorry I didn't mean to sound like I was..."

"Hey less of the Miss Spears. I'm Britney. Hey wait. I don't even know your name yet."

"I'm Robert, well Rob."

"You don't sound too sure."

"I prefer Robert but Kathy prefers Rob."

"Oh" said Britney coolly and backed away from me. "So she's your boss in the relationship as well as at work."

I laughed out loud.

"What! What me and her! You've got to be kidding."

I sat down on the sofa, next to Britney. This was weird. A young student from London, sitting on a sofa talking relationships to Britney Spears.

"So you're not in a relationship at the moment then?" she asked, a smile coming on to her face.

"No, too much hassle."

"Amen to that." She said, putting her cigarette out and looking back at me. "Fuck around that's what I say. Get as much sex as you can and I don't mean one-night stands I mean every nightstand's. Get it hard get it fast." She said, breathing heavily and lost in her own words.

"Fancy a bite to eat?" I suggested.

"Fancy a bite of me?" she replied, and crawled across me on the sofa, wrapping her legs around me and holding my head in my hands. She kissed me and our tongues collided as I tore at her clothes, biting her neck in an attempt to leave my mark. What would the papers say when they saw the biggest hickey this side on the Atlantic on the neck of America's golden girl.

She undid the buttons on my shirt and kissed my chest, yelping as I dug my teeth into her shoulders. I suddenly became extremely aware of the fact we were making out in a very public place. I tried to force her off.

"What's the matter! Not good enough for you or something!" Britney gasped.

"No it's not that but what if someone sees us?"

"Fuck them, I want them to see us. I want people to see me fuck the life out of a perfect stranger, but if you can't handle me and you can't handle being that perfect strangers well then fuck you too!" She pushed me chest hard and jumped off, storming back to her dressing room.

"Oh no you don't!" I shouted and leapt after her, grabbing her by the top of her hipsters and pulling them down with a loud ripping noise. She fell to the floor and I got on top of her. I tore my shirt off and she kicked her denim hipsters away. She was wearing see through black panties and her juices were already seeping through leaving a sweet damp feeling on my fingers. I hitched her legs up in the air and pressed my hardness against her ass, feeling the tightness of it and my insatiable hands worked up to her crop top. I grabbed the neck of it and tore that off too, leaving her in her black lingerie, writhing on the floor under my weight. I plunged my lips onto her again and worked my way down to lick and bite her heaving breasts that were crying out to be grabbed and forced into my face.

"Yeah you like that Britney yeah! Come on feel that, you wanted a man to satisfy you? I'm gonna fuck you senseless, my cock so fast and hard against your clit that you'll be so sore yet crying out for more! You want that don't you? You want it up the ass too don't you? I'm going to bend you over and make you scream!"

"Please, do it!" Britney gasped unbuttoning my trousers so that my throbbing hard cock came rushing out. I put my fingers into her mouth to stop the little bitch making so much noise and she sucked off her own juices.

"Oh ah!!" she gasped, "I never knew my cunt tasted so good."

I forced my self down on her again. This time she took control of the situation and ran her long red nails across my back, causing blood to gush out. I rolled over in agony and she rolled on top of me, only briefly, kissing me to subdue me perhaps and then running off again, leaving me wriggling on the floor in my boxers and ogling her ass from the ground, struggling to get up, such was the pain I was in.

She'd gone to her dressing room and was lying on a big double bed. She sat up as I came in and sat on the side of the bed. She leant across me and we kissed again. I got on top of her and she began to take my pants off. At last I was naked and in bed with Britney Spears. She straddled me and took her bra off, leaving it draped across my face. God I was so hard and horny. All I wanted to do was ram it inside her. I needed to do it. I was desperate, aching to do. Her tits were so beautifully formed and full that I could have played with her erect pink nipples all night. I sat up and kissed her again, running my tongue down her neck and into her bosom where I began biting her nipples, hard, getting the very tip between my teeth and clamping down with all the strength I could muster.

She groaned and shuddered with delight.

"Keep working it Rob! My god you're making me so damn hot."

She looked down at me and pushed my chest back down began to do the same to me. It hurt me a whole lot more than it hurt her. And she didn't just stop at my nipples. She bit every spare bit of flesh that she could find, licking her way all the way down to my cock that was beginning to juice against her already saturated minge.

Raking her nails through my pubic hair, she set to work, taking the whole of my prick into her mouth, working it into her cheeks and drawing the skin back so that she could stick her tongue into my japs eye. I bucked when she did this, forcing my dick further into her mouth, a trick that only pleasured me further. She tempered that by biting the base of my dick and I screamed in pain.

"Agrh! Please no please get off!" I said, trying to get her head away. The pain was too much. She looked up and I could see the whole of her smile. She was laughing sadistically, whilst causing me to writhe in distress. She clambered back up my body still in her panties.

"Yeah!" Britney said "You like that Rob?"

She took my arms and held them above my head.

"What are you doing?" I whimpered.

"Shh. It's a surprise. Wanna play a game?"

My mind was spinning with possibilities.

"It's a game of trust," said Britney, "I'm going to tie you up Rob."

I wasn't about to struggle. I held my hands against the headboard and awaited my surprise. From beneath the pillow, she pulled out the same school tie as the one we had used in the shoot. She draped it across her breasts and put her finger in her mouth, sucking the end of it. Her hands questioned and my eyes answered. She took my wrists and bound them tightly together before securing them to the bedpost.

"You've obviously done this before" I whispered, a feeling of deja-vu running over both of us.

She sat, her long legs either side of my waist savoring my tethered helplessness. I lay there, in delirium, in delicious bondage with Britney. She leant down and kissed me hard and began biting me again. I writhed slowly, caught in the conflict of that orgasmic moment between pleasure and pain, between torture and satisfaction.

Our naked skin, rubbing against each other whilst our clammy hands were at total opposites. Mine, held tightly together by her bonds and hers running over every inch of my body, occasionally twisting and pinching my nipples, which she had clearly identified as my weak spot. Her fingers entered my mouth and I sucked them eagerly just trying to get the slightest taste of her cunt which was begging to be held open and searched with a hungry tongue. She sat back and took her panties off and tossed them to the floor.

"Oh Rob! I want you so bad. And you want me too don't you? Are you man enough to satisfy me?"

My mouth failed me and I lay there speechless.

"I command you to answer me!" Britney demanded.

We understood each other immediately.

"Yes Miss Spears I want you so badly just give me some relief. Suck my cock please. I'm begging you. I need you to make me cum."

"A little patience and a little test first I feel" replied Britney, standing up and walking away.

"Oh God what now!" I thought, tugging at my restraint with my eyes and dick desperately leering after Britney's naked body, slowly walking across the room. She went into the wardrobe and came out with a wicked looking riding crop, which she waved through the air and licked the tip off. She closed the cupboard door and approached the side of the bed slowly, yet purposefully.

Imagine it. You the reader. Imagine having Britney Spears walk naked towards you naked body waving a whip in your general direction.

"Let's see if your man enough to take this before you can handle me."

She raised the crop high into the air and I closed my eyes wincing at the pain and punishment I was about to receive at the hands of Miss Spears. Then there was nothing. My taut body, pulling desperately at its bonds felt no pain. Nothing. I opened my eyes to see her grinning as she had stopped an inch away from my penis.

"Look at the power I have over you." She declared and let the crop touch my balls, a move that made my cock flinch and grow ever harder. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief.

SLAP!

The first blow of the crop came down across my chest, leaving a red mark to go with the bloodstains on my back and the come stains on the crisp white sheets. Then.

SLAP!

Another blow across the top of my thighs, too close to my dick for comfort and I gasped and began panting with some volume, knowing full well that any protest I made would result in me not getting to enter Britney Spears. A new mental resolve entered my sleazy little mind and I waged my own war on the punishment she was dishing out. I must pass this test I kept saying to myself.

SLAP!

Another crack of the whip, this time just across the soles of my feet. Then.

SLAP!

Another blow, this time back on to my chest, already raw from the first caning. This was swiftly followed by a whipping of my six-pack.

So far, I'd only counted five blows. Surely she would give me six of the best.

Her teasing at the beginning became a reality as she delivered the final slap onto my erection so hard that it followed through and kissed my balls.

I let out a scream so loud that the crew must have heard it. I wriggled back and forth, unable to move, my struggle only making the knot tighter.

She looked at me, expressionless.

"I'm going to fuck you to death. Any last requests?"

"Yes I'd like to go quietly," I replied.

"Fat chance!"

She threw the whip to one side and straddled me, my penis finally entering her wet pussy. I was covered in sweat from top to toe, as was she and our sticky bodies came together in a cascade of come and juice as she rode me hard and fast, as she'd promised. She wrapped her arms around my head and forced her tits into me, her ass bouncing harder and harder, up and down, gyrating from side to side and grinding our hips together.

Every movement was a turn on, and I was sent into spasm as thick waves of come came pouring from my loins and into her cunt, spilling as wet as the sweat in her hair that was in draggles draping along her shoulders and down onto the top of her succulent nipples.

"Agrh.I want it harder Rob! Give me more! That's it baby fuck it boy every way you can! Oh ah!"

"Do me more Britney! Move it bitch! Every way! Yeah! Oh please! Oh fuck! That's it! Agrh!"

On and on she went, utterly insatiable, resting her hands on my chest she continued to pump until I was dry. Still it didn't stop her as she had orgasm after orgasm, waving after wave of come jetting out and matting our pubes together. I couldn't take anymore. I had to break free of my bonds I just had to.

I pulled harder, finally seeing some progress as the knot slipped. But she saw it too, laughed at my futile attempts to escape her capture and tied another knot in the tie, leaving me just as if not more helplessly bound than ever before. Another wave came over me, my dick got harder and I vowed to pass another test. My dick got the message and shot as much spunk into her snatch as I could muster, sticking to the walls of her vagina, just waiting to be licked out.

In a final orgasmic combustion of juices and screams, she humped me for the last time and fell on top of me, our two sticky, naked body, clamming together in exhaustion. She looked up at me and pulled the hair away from her deep blue eyes and wiped the sweat off of my brow.

She stroked my face tenderly and smiled warmly, as she untied my shattered and bruised wrists, and I brought my aching joints forward to hold her in my arms and finish off that hickey that I'd started. We kissed and she reached around me to sooth the soreness of my back. The she reached over to the headrest and pulled the school tie off, tying it round my neck in the proper knot.

"Here," she whispered. "As a souvenir."

We laughed together and kissed for the final time, knowing that our session time was up. I walked out of the room naked, apart from my tie, collecting my clothes. I laughed to myself as I walked out of the door.

"What a story!" I thought.

As I the door shut I saw Kathy waiting for me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" she cried "And why are you naked?"

I paused, looked down and approached her.

"Keys," I said.

"What?"

"Keys," I repeated. She gave me the keys looking absolutely baffled.

"I've just had the sex of my life in there. I just got fucked by Britney Spears. Imagine that. What a story for your readers. Perhaps an interview might be appropriate"

With that, I jumped into the car and left Kathy to pick up the exclusive. Headline: Britney Spears finally satisfied.

The End