<HTML><PRE>Subject: Hypno Celeb 49: Tyra Banks (mc,mf)
From: MS4EVER321 <MS4EVER321@aol.com>
Date: Wed, Apr 22, 1998 14:35 EDT
Message-id: <10545eli$9804221434@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
Hypno Celeb 49: Tyra Banks
by MAW
MC,MF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on two separate manufactured images at
www.Privatepages.com. It's also a direct sequel to my previous
story. All comments and suggestions/scenarios are welcome. Enjoy.
From the moment Rob entered the office, people could see the
change in him. He seemed happier, an extra bounce in his step. He
warmly greeted everyone he could, smiling and joking. It was a
welcome sight from the dour man who had spent too long caught up
in divorce proceedings. The vacation had done a lot of good to
him. How much good, they'd never know.
"Hey, Rob!" Rob's boss, called to him from his office. Rob
entered, shutting the door behind him. "What's up?" he asked.
"I didn't expect you back so soon. You still had a few days
left on your vacation time."
"Ah, I pretty much exhausted myself on fun down there." That
was one way of putting it. In the week since the mysterious old
man had given him the disk, Rob had been using it on various
women. It had worked to perfection and now it was time to test it
on some favorites of his. "Say, today's that suit shoot, right?"
he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, yeah, no wonder you're back now," his boss said. "That
was your baby. Good job."
"Thanks. Can I stop by?"
"Sure, have a treat. Say hi to the crew for me." Rob nodded
and left the office, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
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.
He pulled his cock out of her trembling body and placed it
on her chest. He began to drag it up and down the sensitive area
in between her breasts, semen trailing in its wake. She moaned
slightly as he pushed her breasts together, around his cock. He
increased the motion, letting the tip of his rod skim along her
dark skin. He tickled the nipples as he pushed her tits closer.
He finally came, shooting cum onto her chest, the white liquid
coloring her dark skin.
It was another passionate lip-lock after that, broken when
Rob decided his cock needed cleaning. He dangled it before Tyra's
face. Before he could utter a command, she took it in her hands
and rubbed it, her fingers massaging the pulsing member. He could
feel himself build again under her touch, her fingers pinching at
his balls. "Take it in your mouth," Rob ordered. "Suck it." Tyra
obediently wrapped her lips around the hard rod and took several
long, slow suckles at it. Her tongue circled around as she moved
her lips up and down his member. He felt himself let go before he
expected it, his cum spilling down her throat. After she had
licked away all traces of his cum, he took out his rod and kissed
her again. They soon fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. Rob's
final thought before drifting off was to wonder if the company's
plans to hire former Playboy models would work out.
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