He sends a message, but Zendaya is already waiting

'Might as well start strong and remind some cunts of their place.' Hunter thought to himself with a small nod. Whipping out his phone he brought up the contacts of two of his favorite girls and after a second to think it over another dark-skinned cumrag that fit a theme he saw between his more preferred girls. Disney girls one and all, ready and **** to break social conduct obligations.

-- I'm at the villa and I know you cunts are nearby. Get over here before I decide to call up a few of your betters to fuck instead.--

He quickly texted the girls, throwing his phone to the side of the couch he had decided to lounge in before any of them could have a chance to reply. Yet his phone barely stopped bouncing before he heard loud frantic movement ring through the house as someone from an upstairs room made their way to the living room. Apparently someone had been using the villa to get some time away from their normal lives even before he got there. Though he supposed it wasn't that surprising really, all his girls had their own keys and codes and the villa had a truly obscene amount of entertainment and relaxation amenities, sex toys, and one of a kind porn that would have sold for millions just for showing the number of famous women in the nude that it did, to say nothing for the content itself.

Hunter's contemplation ended with the arrival of his previously unknown houseguest, the light-skinned black actress and occasional singer Zendaya who cut a striking image in her thin white button-up blouse that revealed the lack of bra supporting her averaged sized tits, even thinner knee-high white stockings, and exposed hairless cunt that had clearly been getting worked over before her mad dash to meet him. _'I should have guessed it was her.' _Hunter thought with a fond smile. Zendaya had been one of his first sluts and was among both his favorites and most needy.

"What were you watching?" He asked her, patting the couch beside him as a way to tell her to sit down.

Blushing the actress obeyed the silent command while she answered. "That video of you, Masie, Sofie, Emilia, Nathalie, Natalie, Rosabell, and Rose giving their Game of Thrones characters a last hurra in costume. I was at the part where you got 'Missandei' to admit that she was destined to be a **** and just needed the right kind of man as her master and owner when I got your text." She shivered with arousal at the memory of the scene. Zendaya loved being collared, seeing other nigger cunts like her be collared, and she loved seeing even white women submitting to the lusts of a man from a superior race like Hunter was.

Her shiver turned into a moan when said man wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, giving him enough extra reach that he could move his hand down and trace his fingers along her quivering cunt. She had been so close when she abruptly stopped her masturbating to run and greet her master and was almost aching for release and it seemed like her master knew it.

"What do you want me to do Bitch? Finger your darkie cunt and finish what you started? Or should I let you worship my big pale balls instead?" He taunted by whispering in her ear, letting the very tips of his fingers slip past her vaginal lips. He wasn't asking just to taunt her or play up his current dominance over her, no he had learned over the past few years as a White Master that not all of his girls were fully 'pets', 'slaves', 'toys', 'fuck friends', 'cumdumps', or 'lovers'. Some, like Zendaya, liked to settle into different roles depending on their mood. Depending on how the beauty answered his question Hunter would be able to figure out what she was in the mood for. Though whether he would be kind enough to let her play her desired role was debatable. He was the one in charge after all.