THE FOLLOWING STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH REALITY.
MY WEEKEND WITH TYRA BANKS
My friend always tells me that he can get me anything I want.
He promises me he can grant any of my wishes and believe it or not he has. I wanted World Series tickets------- he got me World Series tickets. I wanted on-field passes to the Super Bowl-------- I got them. I wanted to meet Bruce Springsteen and I got to meet the Boss.
But by far the best wish that my friend has ever granted me was a weekend with Tyra Banks.
No, this is not a typo. I just wrote that my friend fixed me up with supermodel Tyra Banks for the whole weekend. Not Ernie Banks, but Tyra Banks. The tall gorgeous African-American model any man would give his right arm to have.
And I had her for the entire weekend. Oh yes, it was a weekend in Las Vegas.
"You can do anything you want with her," my friend promised. "She is your sex slave.. She will do anything and everything that you desire."
When my friend said this I nodded my head. Now most of you reading this would probably have laughed but I didn't. I didn't because I know my friend. My friend once promised that Paul McCartney would sing "Hey Jude" at my birthday--------- this happen. He also said I could go to England and have a private audience with the Queen------- this also occurred.
So needless to say when my friend told me that Tyra Banks would be mine for the weekend at a Las Vegas hotel I knew that this would happen. I had no doubt.
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I arrived at the airport in Las Vegas on Friday and I was met by a limousine which took me to the Rio Hotel. I checked into my suite and when I had finished unpacking and getting settled I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
My friend had told me that Tyra would be arriving at my suite at 8pm that evening and staying with me until noon on Monday. So with time to kill I decided to go to the Don Pablo Cigar Company right across the street from the Stardust then I would come back to my room, order a hamburger from room service, then take a nap and shower before Ms. Banks arrived in the evening. I knew that it would only be six hours before I saw Tyra Banks and that those six hours would be the longest six hours in my life. But what the heck I thought, I was in Vegas.
At 6:30pm I decided to get ready for Tyra. I shaved, took a long shower, then dressed for the evening making sure I put on my cologne.
But by the time I finished dressing it wasn't even 7 yet and I was growing restless. Luckily though I found a movie on TV and that kept my interest. Before I knew it was five minutes to eight. I knew Tyra would be coming any minute so I waited and when I saw the clock read 8pm my heart beat just a little faster. I just knew that at any moment I would hear the knock on the door and Ms. Tyra Banks would be here.
But 8pm came and went and so did 8:05 and 8:10, and fifteen after and before I knew it was almost a half hour passed from the time my hot dream girl was suppose to have arrived.
Had I been stood up? Did Tyra say no to my friend? Had my friend pulled a joke on me? What the hell was going on? At that moment I thought for sure Tyra Banks was not coming and then the phone rang. The phone rang and I was momentarily startled, but I did pick it up. When I did I heard a female voice on the other end ask me if I was the man she was suppose to meet I said yes and she apologize for being late and she asked me my room number. She already had my room number but wanted to make sure. Then she said she was Tyra Banks and at that moment my cock got rock hard. The call was then wrapped up as Tyra said she would be up to my room in about ten minutes. When I hung up I had to go to the bathroom. I was shaking with excitement and I took a drink from the can of soda I had hoping it would calm my nerves. At that moment I wished I was a drinker so my nerves would remain calm.
I glance at my watch and it was only five minutes from the time I got the phone call and I felt relieved that I had at least another five minutes. But just as I was about to go back and sit on the edge of my bed I heard the knock on the door. I approached the door and looked through the keyhole. Yes, it was Tyra Banks. I gulped. I put my hand on the doorknob after unlocking the lock. I then open the door, and standing before me was the one and only Tyra Banks.
"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late," Tyra said as she stood in the doorway with one of those suitcases behind her that you are able to pull behind you. At that point I couldn't believe what I was hearing or seeing, but I did manage to step aside and let Tyra Banks into my hotel room.
She was wearing jeans that looked like they were painted on her, a white cotton tank top, a light brown leather jacket, and her hair was tied in a bun. I personally love it when a beautiful woman ties her hair back. Especially when she has a gorgeous face. Especially when you make love to her and she lets her hair down.
"That's quite alright," I told Tyra as I walked her into my room. I sat on the edge of my bed and she sat in a chair at the desk in my room.
Needless to say a lot of things were going through my mind at this point. I wanted to just jump on her and start fucking her right then and there. But of course I didn't do this. I was a gentlemen. I found myself fixated on her suitcase. I asked her what that was that she pulled in behind her. Of course I knew what it was. I was just making small talk at this point. Too nervous to do anything else.
"That's my suitcase," Tyra Banks said as she patted the object like it was her pet.