Message-ID: <12930eli$9807101230@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (Notor) The Model Girls (m/f, oral, anal, rape, mc) With Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6o5d9p$nd4$3@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Attention Folks, the author of the following story is Notor, who can be reached for compliments, criticisms or requests at the following e-mail address : Notor32427@aol.com Enjoy the story! The Model Girls I had recently escaped from the center where I had been held since the age of 12. I had developed my power far beyond that of anyone at the center. I now had the power to control the hormonal responses of others as well as the ability of mind control. I now set out to have anything he wanted, and the first thing I wanted was women. First I selected a young black model named Tyra Banks. Despite her young age she was a veteran of the modeling industry. I'd never had sex with a black woman, or for that matter anyone who wasn't white. I went to an agency that used her often for modeling shoots and probed the minds of several of the women who worked there to get Tyra's phone number. Then I called her and told her I was a super agent. I implanted my name in her mind and made her beleive I was a famous super agent. I told her that I heard she was looking for a new agent to represent her and that we should meet. She agreed so I gave her my address and told her to come over on Friday.. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. Rob held up the disk, holding it so Tyra could see it glow as brightly as possible. "You're feeling very sexy now, Tyra. You're feeling very aroused. You want sex, very badly. You want sex right now. You want sex with me. Now, undress." Tyra unzipped the front of her top and took it off. She slipped off her skirt and sat on the end of the bed, wearing purple bra and panties. "Take off your underwear, Tyra," Rob said as he disrobed. Tyra unsnapped the back of her bra and let it drop, freeing her large breasts. She slid the panties off and sat nude, waiting. Now undressed, Rob stared at the glamorous model, her long dark hair just touching her gorgeous breasts. Rob leaned forward and kissed her. They made a few hesitant moves before pushing their lips together, their tongues twisting around. Rob leaned her down on the bed and lay on her. He broke off and began laying his mouth along her breasts. He kissed the pert nipples and licked his tongue along the curves of the large mounds. Rob had been holding himself in all day and had to let go. He pushed his cock into her pussy and slowly began rubbing it in and out. He buried his head in her cleavage as he did, inhaling her scent. She pushed against him, her breasts crunching around his head, her pussy riding more into his cock. He came almost immediately, a slight disappointment until he realized that Tyra wouldn't mind if he went for more. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. Rob held up the disk, holding it so Tyra could see it glow as brightly as possible. "You're feeling very sexy now, Tyra. You're feeling very aroused. You want sex, very badly. You want sex right now. You want sex with me. Now, undress." Tyra unzipped the front of her top and took it off. She slipped off her skirt and sat on the end of the bed, wearing purple bra and panties. "Take off your underwear, Tyra," Rob said as he disrobed. Tyra unsnapped the back of her bra and let it drop, freeing her large breasts. She slid the panties off and sat nude, waiting. Now undressed, Rob stared at the glamorous model, her long dark hair just touching her gorgeous breasts. Rob leaned forward and kissed her. They made a few hesitant moves before pushing their lips together, their tongues twisting around. Rob leaned her down on the bed and lay on her. He broke off and began laying his mouth along her breasts. He kissed the pert nipples and licked his tongue along the curves of the large mounds. Rob had been holding himself in all day and had to let go. He pushed his cock into her pussy and slowly began rubbing it in and out. He buried his head in her cleavage as he did, inhaling her scent. She pushed against him, her breasts crunching around his head, her pussy riding more into his cock. He came almost immediately, a slight disappointment until he realized that Tyra wouldn't mind if he went for more. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter.As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms. Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said. Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?" "Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you." "Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind. "Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked. "Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice. "Tyra, what are you willing to do?" "Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will." "Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?" Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts. Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter. Rob held up the disk, holding it so Tyra could see it glow as brightly as possible. "You're feeling very sexy now, Tyra. You're feeling very aroused. You want sex, very badly. You want sex right now. You want sex with me. Now, undress." Tyra unzipped the front of her top and took it off. She slipped off her skirt and sat on the end of the bed, wearing purple bra and panties. "Take off your underwear, Tyra," Rob said as he disrobed. Tyra unsnapped the back of her bra and let it drop, freeing her large breasts. She slid the panties off and sat nude, waiting. -------------------------------------------------------------------- When I let Tyra into the house Friday night, I was struck by her exotic beauty. She had ebony skin that was as smooth as silk, big dark brown eyes and full, sensuous lips. Her long black hair was hanging pased her shoulders. She was wearing a burgundy colored silk dress that was held up with two thin straps. The burgundy matched her lipstick .Clearly braless, her large breasts were set high on her chest, their nipples tenting out the thin fabric. Her narrow waist led to shapely hips, a full ass, and long dancers legs. Black heels completed the outfit, and extended her height to almost my own six feet. As my eyes moved back up, I noticed the gold bracelets at her ankle and wrists, gold and ruby colored necklace and earrings. "Like what you see?" she said as my gaze returned to her face, a bit of a challenge in her tone. "Very much so," I responded, smiling. "You are quite lovely." "Well, don't get the wrong idea," she said, surprising me. "I'm here cause you might be able to help my career. I don't date white men." "Hmmm." Her comments and tone had me wondering if the instructions had failed to work on her. So I mentally boosted her hormone output and could see her begin to look flushed. "Please... let me get you a drink and we can talk." I led her into the living room, took her order and mixed us the drinks at the wet bar. I noticed that she chose to sit in an easy chair, away from the fire in the huge fireplace, instead of the sofa where I could sit next to her. I was puzzled by her reactions, especially compared to the levels I had her hormones at.. But I wanted this woman, so I decided to push on. "A toast..." I said as I handed her a drink and took a seat on the sofa, "...To not dating white men." She smiled and took a swallow of her drink. "But don't you find me attractive?" "Well, um," she started, frowning. "I guess so... yes, and I can't tell you why. But I make it a rule always to date black guys. White guys just want one thing." "Sex? White guys just want to fuck you?" She started at my crude and direct language, then took another long swallow of her drink. I took some comfort in the fact that she didn't react more strongly. I also noticed that she began fidgeting with her legs, obviously she was getting wet by now. Her nipples were also straining against her shirt. "Cause I find you very attractive, Tyra. You're very sexy, especially dressed as you are. Did you dress that way to excite me? No bra, so your nipples stick out and remind me of what's under that dress. No hose or stockings, so I could imagine sliding my hands up those gorgeous legs and easily reach that black pussy of yours?" Tyra muttered something, put down her now-empty drink and stood up. I also stood and said, "Let me get you another drink." "I should leave," she said, but made no move toward the door. It was clear that the hormones had taken, but also that they were battling against other strongly held beliefs. I smiled at her as I picked up her glass and made us fresh drinks. "I'd really like you to stay, Tyra," I said as I handed her the glass. I sat down and, after a moment's hesitation, so did she. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to have sex with you. I find you extremely attractive, and part of what makes you so desirable is your race. I've never fucked a black woman before." I rose and walked over to just in front of her chair. Looking down into her confused eyes, she licked her lips. I could tell her mind was desperately fighting her body's desires. I said, "I do want to fuck you Tyra, and to feel your black lips wrapped around my cock." I slowly unzipped by trousers, and pulled out my half- erect cock. Her eyes dropped to my cock, the back to me, and she stammered, "I can't believe this... I..." At this time I used my mind to look into hers. I made her mind desire to be my slave, to serve me as her master. "Don't you want to suck my cock?" As I stroked my cock it lengthened and stood straight out from my body, pointing directly at the girl's face. She bit on her lower lip and stared mutely at my cock. I kicked off my loafers and let go of my cock to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants and underwear down over the stiff pole and off. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I said, "Would you do that for me, Tyra? Take my white cock into your black mouth and suck me off? I'd really like to watch you do that, wrap your lips around my cock and suck me deep into your mouth..." I tossed my shirt off and stood before her completely naked. That she was still dressed added to the feeling of power. I moved forward until my shins were pressed against her chair, and the head of my cock was inches from her face. I reached over and gently rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks and then slid my hands behind her neck. She lifted her eyes to mine in a mute appeal. I smiled, shook my head and whispered, "Suck me off, Tyra. I want to cum in your mouth...", then I added, I little more firmly, "do it now." Her eyes dropped and her lips opened as I pulled her head gently forward. Her tongue emerged and pressed against the underside of my cock as I pulled her onto my cock, and enjoyed the sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth. My cock pressed into the back of her throat about five inches deep. I backed my cock out until just the head was inside then pulled her head forward again until she gagged slightly as I bottomed out against the back of her throat. Again and again I repeated this action, enjoying the power I had as much as the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. After a dozen thrusts, I sighed and pulled her head back until my cock sprang free. "Hmmm. That's nice, Tyra." I moved my hands from her neck and said, "Now, you do it. Lick and suck my white cock." She looked up at me and I could see both humiliation and desire in her eyes. After a moments hesitation she brought her hands up and grabbed hold of my cock. One hand slid down and gently cupped my balls while the other slid back and forth on the saliva-covered shaft. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked and lashed back and forth over the head. She then kissed and sucked on the head, first from beneath, then on each side, then from the top. When she took the whole head inside her mouth and sucked hard, I could feel the first tinglings of an orgasm, as if her mouth had a direct line to the sperm building in my balls. I concentrated hard on postponing my release, but almost lost it when she took me deep into her mouth, paused when my cock reached her throat then gurgled and pushed against me, forcing my cock into her narrow channel. "Yes!" I exclaimed when her lips pressed against the root of my cock. "That's a good black cocksucker!" She backed off my cock, then deep-throated me again. I knew I had only a minute or so left before I'd have to give her the tribute of my cum, and I wanted her to do one more thing before I exploded. Raising one foot to the arm of her chair, I reached behind me and between my legs to find the hand that had been massaging my balls so deliciously. A got ahold of a couple of fingers and pulled her hand through my legs until one of her fingernails brushed against my ass hole. "Push it in," I gasped, "and be careful." She obeyed, sliding a finger up into my ass as she increased the tempo of her fellatio. In less than a minute I experienced a powerful orgasm, and my cock jerked as it squirted load after load of creamy cum into her mouth. I pulled it out and spurted on her face. Then she showed me the cum in her mouth and swallowed it down. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You treated me like a cheap whore," were her angry first words when she rejoined me after washing up. "Well, yes, I treated you like a whore, and I will again before the night's over. But there's not a cheap whore on this planet who could make me cum like you just did. That was great Tyra." She averted her eyes and I could see the internal struggle return. It continued throughout dinner, as her feelings for me alternated between the programmed desire to please and the learned hatred of white men. After dinner, we enjoyed a long soak in the Jacuzzi moving inside, I found a king-sized bed sheet and a bottle of scented body oil. After laying the sheet on the carpet, I gruffly ordered Tyra to stand in the middle and to hold her hair up off her shoulders. I proceeded to thoroughly oil her entire ebony body. Every surface, curve and crevice was coated and massaged, and her oily body reflected the light erotically. She was breathing heavily when I finished, and her coal-black nipples were rock-hard and stood almost an inch out from her heaving breasts. "Get down on all fours, you black slut, and face the mirror." Her eyes flashed anger but she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees about six feet from the mirror and the hidden camera behind it. I moved behind her so that she could see my reflection, then poured a generous portion of oil onto my palm and began lubricating my cock. "Has your ass ever been fucked?" "No," she spat out, "nobody's ever---" "Good," I interrupted. "That means I'm gonna have me some virgin ass!" "No, please don't. I---" "You want me to fuck your ass, bitch," I snarled as I dropped to my knees behind her and slid my hands over the oily, satiny black skin of her round ass, up over her glistening back, then back to her ass and down to her muscular thighs. When I slid my hand up between her legs, I found an extremely wet, hot cunt. She groaned and pushed back against me as I pushed hands over the oily, satiny black skin. "Yeh, this bitch is excited about getting her ass reamed!" When I moved my hands back to her ass, Tyra groaned. I wasn't sure whether this was in response to my fingers leaving her pussy or out of concern for my impending entry into her virgin ass. I slid my thumbs into the shadowy crease of her ass and spread her open, revealing the dark brown aperture I sought. Placing the head of my cock against her rosette, I released my hold on her cheeks and they closed around my cock, trapping it in place. The sight of my thick redish-white cock splitting her shiny black butt was incredibly erotic. I tore my eyes from this and looked into the mirror at Tyra, catching her watery eyes looking back at me. She was biting down on her lower lip, and her beautiful face reflected anxiousness and humiliation. I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back as I drove my cock forward, past her spincter and into her ass. Ignoring Tyra's cries, I pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back until she was completely corked. Her sharp cries gave away to soft whimpering, then she begged me to stop. "It hurts! Oh, God... stop, please..." I ignored her and reached one hand around her waist and between her legs, and plunged several fingers roughly into her steaming snatch. The impaled girl's cries changed noticeably as I rubbed her clit in small circles against the hard bone beneath it. Keeping my cock buried but stationary in her narrower portal, I brought her just to the edge of an orgasm before withdrawing my fingers. "Ohhh.. don't stop!" Getting a good grip on her hips, I slid my cock slowly out of her ass. Tyra groaned softly as I pulled out, then louder as I drove back into her tight ass. She dropped her head to the carpet and reached one hand back toward her pussy. I felt her fingers nudge my balls as she went to work on her engorged clit. I continued to fuck in and out of her ass and soon noticed that my passage was easier. As I picked up the pace, Tyra's cries indicated that she was getting very close to a fantastic orgasm. "Cum for me, bitch!" I growled. "Show me how much you love getting butt-fucked." "Oh, my God! Ahhhhh... Oh, yes!... Oh, God..." Tyra's orgasm went on and on, and her anal muscles seemed to spasm around my cock as I fucked steadily in and out of her butt. Finally, she was done and collapsed forward onto the carpet, my cock popping out of her ass. The next day I sent her to find her friend Naomi Campbell. I wanted both of these black bitches . At noon Tyra returned with Naomi. She had convinced her that I was her new agent and that Naomi should meet me as well. I was immediately horny for these two black sluts. I immediately commanded Naomi to want me to fuck her body although I left her will intact. I wanted her body to betray her. I had some serious humiliation planned for her. I froze her in her tracks and had Tyra undress her while I pulled down my pants and lubricated my cock. I stood up and walked over to where I had left my drink, my greasy rock hard cock bobbing in front of me. I sipped on my scotch and planned what I was going to do next. Tyra layed Naomiin front of the mirror, her back facing me. I decided how I wanted to take her , She started asking " whats going on, I cant move, What are youy doing to me" I retrieved a cushion from the sofa and returned to her. "Shut up you nigger whore" I said. Dropping the eight-inch thick cushion on the floor next to her hips, I straddled the languid girl and lifted her over so that her butt and lower back were on the cushion, her head and shoulders on the floor. I pushed her legs up and back as I knelt down, her splayed pussy and crinkled rosebud staring at me from between her bent-over legs. I began to work my cock into her ass. Naomi exhaled as I fucked in, this showed me that even though her mind didn't want this her body was begging to be ass raped. As I pumped in and out of her ass, I sucked and chewed on her swollen aeroleas and erect nipples. When I paused and raised my head to look at her, she moaned and tried to thrust her chest up, desiring more. I smiled and leaned forward and kissed her deeply. As her tongue wrestled with mine, she groaned into my mouth, returning the kiss with a great deal of passion. When I broke the kiss, I rose on my arms above her, looking down into her lust-filled eyes. As I started fucking her faster, Naomi slid her arm down between us and began rubbing her pussy. "That's it, bitch. Finger yourself while I fuck your black ass!" I could tell that my derogatory racial comments humiliated her and, strangely enough, added to her excitement. "You needed a white master, didn't you. Someone who would treat you like the black whore you are! Take it, bitch, take my white cock up your slutty black butt hole! You're my black slave bitch whore slut..." "Yes!" she cried as she came, violently. "Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!..." I came as well, pumping my sperm deep into her trembling ass. An hour later I made her lean across my bed and whipped her (gently but realistically) until she submitted to My will. Tears in her lovely brown eyes, she knelt in front of me and applied lubricating jelly to my erect cock. I dropped to my knees to mount her from behind, and slowly forced my cock into her ass. Naomi moaned and whimpered as I worked my cock into her narrow channel, the pain that my entry caused the girl was perfectly and erotically reflected in her lovely face. I paused when my cock was fully inside, long enough to spank her sharply and repeatedly on her round, firm ass cheeks. Then I continued my sodomy, slowly fucking my cock in and out of the submissive girl, mocking her with mywords. "You like this, don't you, bitch." A grunt from the girl drew another slap. "Answer me, you worthless black cunt! Just like Tyra you like getting butt-fucked, don't you." "Ohh!" she exclaimed as he drove into her, "...ah, yes, Master." "Say it bitch," he growled. "I'm a worthless nigger slut, and I love to have a hard cock shoved up my black ass!" "I'm a worth... ahhh... worthless nigger slut... ahhh... and I love to have a... ahhh, oh God!... a hard cock shoved up my... ahhh... black ass." I finaly shot a quart of my load in her ass. Then I pulled my cock out of her and looked at her sweet asshole. I told her to face her ass towards Tyra and tense her asshole as if she were releiving her bowels and she did, pushing my cum out of her asshole spraying all over Tyra's face and tits. I then had both girls lick the cum from Tyra's body. A few minutes later I fucked Tyra's pussy and ass again then I said "You liked that, didn't you babe... getting fucked in the pussy... I'm gonna slide my cock into your butt... deeper than Naomi went, much thicker... yes, we'll do that right now... you want that, babe, huh... to have your sweet tight ass filed up... sodomized by my thick cock... your ass raped until I cum deep inside you." "Mmmmm," Tyra responded. "Yeh, lover, fuck my ass." Tyra slid her knees under her and raised her ass into the air, keeping her head and shoulders on the floor. I moved behind her and slid my cock into her pussy to recoat the head and shaft with her spendings. Using my thumbs to spread her round ass cheeks, I positioned my cock at her rosette and pushed forward. More as a reflex action than anything else, she moved forward, denying me entrance. "I need you to push back against me, Tyra, not away. Let's try again." Tyra sucked in a breath then released it as she pushed back. The head of my cock popped through her spincter and entered her unbelievably tight ass. She moaned and we paused for a few moments until I told her again to push against me, and another inch of my cock disappeared into her impossible small channel. I gritted my teeth to avoid cuming as we continued. Pause.. push... pause... push. When my entire eight inches were buried in her tight ass I turned my head and motioned for Naomi to come closer. "Slide underneath her," I whispered in Naomi's ear. "Make her cum." While Naomi scurried to obey (both of these whores were now mine, I marveled at my first experience with sodomy. I'd hoped to enjoy a long session, but the incredible pressure of Tyra's anal passage was too intensely pleasurable for me to last much longer. I kept myself immobile and tried to concentrate on a painting on the wall to keep from exploding in her ass. The sounds of Her moans and Naomis slurping tongue, and the occasional nudge on my hanging balls from Naoimi's forehead made it impossible to ignore the erotic scene. Giving in to the pleasure, I directed my gaze down at Tyra's round white cheeks, my thick shiny cock penetrating between them and into her ass. I let the natural action of her ass expel me slowly out, stopping when only the head remained inside her. My hands gripped her hips more firmly and I guided her back and slid my cock slowly up her ass. The pleasure was just too much, and I came hard, my cock throbbing as it released load after load of cum into her ass. "Oh God!... Oh God!," chanted Tyra as she felt the explosion deep in her bowels. She came moments later and the three of us collapsed in a heap on the floor. After the three of us showered, we all enjoyed a long, relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi. We have since met on many occasion to play "Master and his two black slave whores" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----