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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 2/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
Gwyneth Paltrow was sucking my prick like a high class whore,
which in effect was what she was to me, what all female celebrities were
to me. They were inaccesible to almost everybody, but to me they would
spread their legs, open their asscheeks and mouths and let me do whatever
I wanted to.
I sat on the couch, my pants down around my knees and my cockhead
between Gwyneth's lips. Her hair, currently blond and shoulder length
rustled and shifted about as her head bobbed up and down over my lap.
The moment I'd said,"Lust," Gwyneth had become driven by an
over-riding need to be fucked, to suck, to know pleasure in all it's
myriad forms. Her hands slid up and down the sides of my thighs, creating
a smooth friction as the wet warmth of her mouth steadily covered more
and more of my cock.
Gwyneth gurgled with pleasure as her delicious, sensual lips
dragged themselves up and over my cockshaft, then plunged back down again
noisily. Anything that her mind considered sexual gave her increased
sexual pleasure far above the norm, and so it was that the Oscar winning
beauty slurped hungrily on the hard, erect meat of my cock, her beautiful,
famous face bobbing down again as the full length of my cock was swallowed
into her mouth.
I panted heavily as my pressed my head back against the couches
yielding material, one of my hands lying on the back of Gwyneth's head,
not forcing her in any way, just resting lightly on there, liking the feel
of her smooth, clean hair beneath my skin.
"Ummm," Gwyneth sighed happily as her lips dragged up over my cock,
the closest sound she could make to a yum noise with her mouth full of
cock. After dragging back so that only a little over two inches was left
inside of her mouth, she sucked hard on what was left inside, her cheeks
hollowing as she purred in satisfaction.
She lowered her mouth down over my cock again, making me groan
happily. Her cheeks hollowed again as she sucked firmly on my cockmeat,
and she continued to do this over and over, pulling back, sucking hard,
dropping back down then sucking again.
Gwyneth heard my groans and smiled, her lips turning up slightly
around the cock stuffed into her mouth.
"Yes," I moan,"That's it, good, suck me, suck my cock!"
Gwyneth's only reply was to purr in sexual satisfaction as she
got off on getting me off. Pulling away momentarily, the evidence of her
oral attentions was clearly visible as we both looked at my saliva coated
cock, pointing up hard between us, looking as if it had been out in the
drenching faked rain pounding down on the set we were currently in.
Gwyneth moved her head down beside my cock and began licking
along the sides of my cockshaft, first broad, thick strokes over the base
and underside of my cock, then quick, darting probes with the tip of her
tongue along the sides of my cock and over the glans of my penis head.
A couple of drops of pre-cum had gathered at the tip of my cock,
and with a gasp of delight Gwyneth spotted them and ran her tongue out
delicately, sliding them up into her mouth and tasting my fluids before
reaching out and pressing firmly against the eye of my penis, applying
just enough pressure to be pleasurable.
As she did this, another drop made it's way out of my cock and
this too she took into her mouth, savoring the taste on the edge of her
tongue before visibly swallowing it.
"I want to swallow your cum," she whispered, just loud enough
for the mikes on the various hidden camera's to pick up,"Come in my
mouth, I beg you!"
One soft, delicate hand folded it's way around the base of my cock
and before I knew it, Gwyneth Paltrow was jerking me off as she took the
head of my penis into her mouth and used every trick that she knew off with
her tongue and lips to get me off.
I groaned and moaned happily, my body writhing about on the couch,
hips raising in an attempt to get more of my cock inside of her mouth.
The top of her fist rose up and pressed against her own lips as
they came down their downward journey.
The tip of her tongue pressed firmly against the most sensitive
point of my cock, where the purple vein that ran along the underside of
my cock met the glans of my cockhead. Her face was contorted with lust
as she sucked greedily on my cock, her fist pounding up and down the lower
half of my penis.
My heels pressed into the floor, my ass heaving up from the seat
as I fucked more of my cock into her famous mouth, which made moist,
slurping noises as she sucked and pressed at my cock with her tongue.
My entire body suddenly tensed up and Gwyneth let out a squeal
of delight as she felt a hot load of cum hosed the back of her throat,
spraying deep inside of her mouth. She sucked and swallowed it all down
eagerly, managing to get it all, swallowing all of my cum inside of her
beautiful mouth, not an iota escaping.
At last I was drained completely, my balls had to be empty after
the amount of cum she'd swallowed, yet she continued to suck on my cock
in ecstatic abandon, worshipping my cock with her mouth while my body
became a boneless lump beneath her, all the energy and rigidity gone
from every part of my body, apart from my cock, which remained rockhard
inside of her mouth.
Finally she drew her lips away, and I knew from the look on her
face that she had cum as well, the radiant flush of joy in her face and
involuntary twitching of her ass within the tight confines of her pants.
"That was incredible," she moaned,"I've never felt so good."
She got to her feet, a little unsteady due to the loss
of circulation and her orgasm and slumped onto the couch beside me, all
the fear her character had felt earlier gone now.
"Who said IT was over," I said with a chuckle, and she realized
that I was still hard, even after that incredible blowjob.
"How can that be? she gasped.
"Does it matter?" I asked, smiling.
"NO!" she cried eagerly, a huge smile radiating from her face
as her eyes zeroed in on my cock again.
The fun was about to really begin.
Los Angeles - 1:00 PM.
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Angelina Jolie sighed as the machine spat her card out of the
machine.
"Not again," she muttered, staring at the flashing screem on
the ATM, telling her that this account was closed.
She'd gotten up surprisingly early this morning, considering
how late the party had finished. She'd had a more enjoyable time than
she thought she would have, having never really wanted to go to the
party anyway. Her 'bad girl' days were behind her, the days when she'd
partied, drunk and dabbled in drugs, the days when she'd gotten married
in black rubber to Jonny Lee Miller, separated from him a year later and
filed for divorce just two months earlier. At the tender age of 24,
just 3 weeks short of her 25th birthday, she'd found herself having a
better time talking to that nice man in the bathroom, a man who she
couldn't for the life of her remember who he was.
She'd gone wondering down the fashionable streets of L.A that
morning, planning on doing a little shopping, and had suffered
the incredible embarrassment of having one of her credit cards declined
for one of the first times in her life.
She'd gone from machine to machine, trying to get her credit cards
to work and each one had given her the same messages, account closed or
account empty.
She sighed as she realized she'd have to go into the bank and
see someone to find out what was going on, something that would just help
her day be ruined a little bit more. It was a magnificently sunny day
and she'd relished the idea of walking about in the sun, now she had to
go into a stuffy bank.
She paused slightly as she noticed a reflection in the mirrored
window of the bank, a woman across the street, staring at her. She was
used to getting stares, and had already signed a number of autographs
today, despite her rather 'minor' celebrity, so she was used to getting
gawked at, but there was something about this woman, a weird sense of
deja'vu, as if she'd seen her before, perhaps that day.
A bus passed in the reflection and by the time it had passed,
the woman was gone.
Angelina shook her head and smiled, amused by her paranoia, then
headed into the bank.
A Soundset, Somewhere in L.A - 1:05 PM.
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I stroked my hand over my erect cockshaft and strode towards
Gwyneth, who was now on her back on the kitchen table, supporting her
weight with her elbows and looking more and more aroused with each and
every approaching step.
"Oh yes," Gwyneth Paltrow pleaded in desperation as I stepped
between her parted legs and ran my hands over the swell of her small,
erect breasts.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as my hands squeezed and groped
her smooth breasts, and then let out a squeal of excitement as I ran a
hand down over her stomach and across her curved pubic mound. My fingers
slid over her puffy pussy lips and my middle finger slid back and forth
over the split lips of her pussy.
For several minutes I played with her pussy, getting off on her
feel as well as her growing groans and moans of pleasure.
My other hand slid down around her flank and down between her
smooth, warm flesh and the wood of the table. She moaned again as my
hand rubbed over her ass, kneading the smooth flesh of her delicious
ass.
Enough was enough, foreplay was over. Gwyneth was so overcome
with lust that all this teasing was just driving her wild with desire,
and the hot, Academy Award winning actress was humping her cunt up against
my hand, juicy and dripped with her hot, love honey.
Grabbing my cock with the hand that had been sliding over her ass,
I pressed the head of my cock against her fuckhole, the cuntlips held
apart by two of my fingers.
"Oh! Oh yes!!!" Gwyneth screamed in ecstasy as cockhead pushed it's
way into her tight little pussy. Her body thrashed about beneath me as
her vagina was willingly invaded by my cock, pleasure shooting through
her lap as she flexed and clenched her pussy muscles both voluntarily
and involuntarily as my cock pressed deeper and deeper inside of her tight,
juicy cunt.
I grunted happily, driving in deeper as I enjoying the feeling
of hot, tight Gwyneth Paltrow cunt squeezing around my cock. Grabbing her
slim hips with my hands, I held her bucking, writhing body in place on the
table and pulled back from her cunt, reveling in the magnificence that
was her cunt sucking back on my cock, having to fight to get every inch
out, as I'd fought to push every inch into the willing - but extremely
tight - cunt. When just my cockhead remained inside of her, I pushed deep
back into her, plunging balls deep into the blonde starlet's cunt and
making her squeal in excitement before pulling out and them slamming
back in. Soon I was pounding into her with hard, quick thrusts that were
driving the lust-crazed actress' mind mad with desire as she writhed and
twisted beneath me, clenching her asscheeks and slamming her hips up
and forward to get more of my cock buried inside of her cunt.
Gwyneth's face contorted in pleasure, hot, salty streams of
tears flowing from her eyes as she cried out her pleasure, her small
breasts firm and erect, aching with need as they stretched out as far
as they possibly could from her body.
Her body bucked and bounced under my hard, hammering thrusts,
my pelvis slamming against her groin, a loud, wet smacking noise filling
the apartment, joined only by my heavy breathing and her screams and
cries of pleasure.
My top of my cock rasped along her clitoris with each stroke
of my cock deep into her pussy, and she cried out again and again as
the intense pleasures she was feeling built and built, higher and higher
until they reached a shattering crescendo.
Her entire body shot out straight, legs pointing out on either
side of me, toes pointing hard at the walls of the room as he head flung
back and her mouth stretched wide, letting out a gigantic, ear-splitting
climax, her cunt gripping even tighter than before onto my cock, milking
it with everything she had, trying to get my cum inside of her.
I slammed deep into Gwyneth's cunt, my balls slapping against
her asshole as I ground my meat inside of her, gritting my teeth and
squeezing my eyes as I felt the pleasures grow inside of me. I held
back as long as was possible, letting the pleasure build and build to
ever higher plateaus of sensation before I hit the final moment of bliss,
when anticipation ended and I orgasmed.
I shot stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm inside of Gwyneth
Paltrow's cunt, mixing with her own flooded juices, that pressed between
the velvet wetness of her cuntwalls and my throbbing penis, just waiting
for the chance to expel.
I fell forward onto the table, my arms on either side of hers, my
head beside her own, feeling her smooth, damp hair against the side of
my face, her small breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I groaned
happily, then after a few moments rest, pulled myself up enough to look
down on her. She lay beneath me, a sated look of happiness on her face,
and I grinned, knowing that my work here was done. I pulled free from her
hot cunt, my cock glistening with her juices, which ran down her asscrack
and pooled on the table between her legs. I lightly kissed her lips,
her neck and her breasts, running a hand up the side of her body, making
her moan slightly in pleasure, before turning away and heading towards the
living room where I'd been sucked off by the beautiful woman earlier,
knowing the stationary camera would catch my exit from above the doorway.
"And now, let her husband be wrath," I chuckled, ending the little
scene.
At those words Gwyneth went into a trance, a pre-arranged state
of mind where she was extremely susceptible to suggestion. I'd already
created the command in her mind to basically be dead to the world while
I got dressed and removed all the cameras and sound recording devices
from their pre-set positions.
That had been a good scene, and I'd mostly enjoyed the look of
delight on her face after I'd cum in her mouth and she'd realized that
I was still hard. The reason for this, of course, was that I hadn't cum
at all, just pulled my old trick of saying a keyword and having my already
pre-conditioned mind fooling my body into thinking it was having an orgasm
without actually having one. I'd just adjusted slightly so that it was
a mental thing, and when I said a phrase in my own mind it allowed me to
'orgasm', while at the same time Gwyneth had been pre-programmed to believe
I really was cumming in her mouth, and for her to get off on that. It
was all very complicated, but it meant the techs didn't have to edit out
me saying the keyword, as they'd had to on all previous assignments when
I'd used that particular trick.
Soon I had Gwyneth cleaned up and dressed, and after taking a
moment to enjoy a long, very erotic kiss from the star, I sent her on her
way, a driver (an Operative of The Organization) would be waiting outside
this building to drive her away. Halfway home, she would snap out of her
trance and believe she was on her way home from an audition from one of
the seemingly hundreds of movies she was making nowadays, all in all,
things had turned out well.
I grabbed the groceries from the floor and headed out of the
soundstage myself, locking up, secure in the knowledge that within a
half hour, Operatives would be stripping the place clean, so that by
tomorrow it would be once more what it had always appeared to be, a
deserted warehouse out on the edge of the City Of Lost Angels.
I'd gotten a fuck and some free groceries, how was that for a
job well done.
Australia - June 19th - 3:37 AM.
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Tom Cruise stepped into the bedroom and quietly put his suitcase
away in the closet before stripping down to his underwear and sliding into
bed next to his wife, Nicole Kidman.
"Good flight?" she asked.
"You're awake?"
"Couldn't sleep," she lied, not wanting to tell him the real
reason she was awake.
"Flight was okay, but I always get confused by the whole dateline
thing, I think I lost a day on the way over, I left on the 17th but got
back on the 19th?"
She chuckled and he smiled, glad that she hadn't seen through
his mask of humor to the dark mood beneath. The flight back from America
had seen him go from moody to angry to fearful to paranoid as he considered
Kevin's entire attitude and demeanor. He'd also been sick over the
editing and defiling of Stanley's last movie, something the Director had
always managed to prevent while he was alive, but which Tom hadn't had
the balls to do. It would still be an excellent movie, but now only
Nicole, Kevin, Terry Semel, Bob Daley and himself would have had the
privilege of having seen the movie in it's entirety. In just under a
month it would open, and it would do well and get mixed reviews, he could
see it now, as if it had already happened.
"Did you sort out those release date problems?" she asked him.
"Yeah, eventually, we settled on July 16th after all," he replied,
that being the cover story he'd given her when Kevin had called him
over,"I'm a little tired honey, we'll talk some more in the morning, okay?"
"Sure," she replied, and rolled over to kiss him. They were
both too tired to contemplate fooling around, and within five minutes
Tom was asleep.
But Nicole lay awake several hours more, more from fear of sleep
than anything else.
The nightmares had returned.
Aspen - June 21st - 9:34 PM.
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Charlize Theron had come a long way in five years time, she was
well on her way to being, if not a major celebrity, then certainly the
kind of celebrity that was always invited to all the right parties and
get-togethers which were the real Hollywood.
From playing 'Young Woman' in Children of The Corn III in 1994,
she'd gone on to star in Tom Hanks' That Thing You Do! which had been
her first real mainstream appearance. This led to a part in the not
terribly popular but well written (i.e, cult) film, 2 Days in the Valley,
in which she'd slunk about in skin tight white clothes and had a cat
fight with Teri Hatcher. I'd been sorely tempted to add Teri to my
blondes and brunettes, perhaps in a continuation of that catfight, taking
it to it's logical conclusion, a 3some between Teri, Charlize and myself,
and had even brought up the idea to Kevin.
But the rules were clear, and even Kevin wouldn't break them,
Teri Hatcher was off grounds to all members of The Organization. She'd
been the one who had brought down Gary Cole - The Celebrity Rapist -
which was the closest The Organization had ever come to being exposed,
that is until the infamous Celebrity Hypnotist Trial which had seen
Matt LeBlanc sent away for over 4 decades and ruined the career of all
his castmates, including my rival's, Lisa Kudrow. Teri was deemed 'unsafe'
by the big guns at The Organization, I myself had cast in my lot and
said she was to be left alone, a decision I now regretted somewhat, but
was powerless to change.
But back to Charlize.
The South African born beauty, who spoke Afrikaans, English and
bits and pieces of 26 other languages, had then appeared in the Made
For T.V Hollywood Confidential and Trial and Error until her 'big break'
in The Devil's Advocate, which, despite Al Pacino's presence, had seen
disappointing Box Office returns. What it did have, though, was Charlize
Theron completely nude, showing off her tits and pussy to the camera
before getting fucked by Keanu Reeves. Much of the money that movie
did make was due to her, and by now a sizable fan base was building
around the beautiful former ballerina.
She'd then made The Actors choice and appeared in Celebrity
before making the money the actors choice and appearing in Mighty Joe
Young, a Disney Movie guaranteed to be successful because it would pull
in all the kids, and their 'unwitting' dads who would certainly enjoy
Charlize's appearance over the monkeys.
Now she was doing the smart thing and getting as many movies
as possible, risking overexposure but guaranteeing financial security
by joining up with five different casts : Reindeer Games, Chicago: The
Musical, The Yards, The Astronaut's Wife & The Cider House Rules.
None of that really mattered, though, what really mattered was
the fact that she currently had her mouth around my cock.
With her hair done up the same way and wearing the same outfit
she'd worn in 2 Days In The Valley - the movie that had first made fans
sit up and take notice - the beautiful 24 year old movie star was on
her knees before me in the small, empty cabin in Aspen, sucking my cock
as I stroked my hands over the sides of her face.
It had been easy enough to get an empty cabin with no one around
for miles, it was the off-season, if you wanted to you could
sit uninterrupted in one of these cabins for days, perhaps weeks, free
from disturbance, free to pursue whatever activities you wanted to, no
matter how carnal those might be.
It had been easy enough to get to the hot blonde actress, I'd
simply arranged via her agent and an Operative posing as a Hollywood
Executive to have her audition for a new movie. Despite all the movies
she was currently making she jumped at the chance, cementing my thoughts
that she was looking to make money right now rather than excellent movies.
She'd been asked to do a reading by the Operative, and I'd been
called in because I was already cast in as a Supporting Character. We'd
started a long dialogue which soon had me weaving my tapestry of hypnotic
suggestion throughout her subconscious. Half an hour later, she was in
such an open state that had I asked her to suck my cock right there and
then, she would have done it. I'd never be so crude, however, and making
her do something like that would lead to repressed memories that would
eventually come back to her. Things took longer my way, but it was
far, far safer, because rather than repressing memories, I moved them into
my subject's short term memory, from which point they would dream of
the events and forget them by the next morning. Done naturally like
this, there was no repression and everyone was happy, myself more so,
obviously.
So here I was, with an incredibly beautiful celebrity's mouth
around my cock, happily sucking on my member, and we were only just
getting going.
Charlize moaned as my hands slid past her cheeks, down over her
neck and onto her round, firm breasts underneath the tight white material
of the suit she was wearing.
I kneaded and massaged her breasts through the cloth for a while,
then slid my hands back up to the sides of her face and gently pulled
her mouth of my cock. She moaned a little in disappointment, having
been conditioned to get off on sucking me off, but that moan became
one of pleasure as I lifted her to her feet and turned her around, she
was now gazing at the roaring fire and brick facade of the wall.
I slowly unzipped her tight outfit, smiling as I saw that, as
she'd been told, she'd worn no underwear. I slid the sheer material
over her shoulders, taking time to kiss each rounded curve before I
slid her outfit down over her arms and chest, revealing her perfect
breasts, causing her to sigh as her breasts were exposed to the air,
her nipples instantly hard and erect.
I drew her outfit down over her hips, sliding it down over her
rounded asscheeks, kissing each buttock lightly as I peeled her costume
down over her thighs and legs, pulling it off first one ankle, then the
other. I stood back up and slid my arms around her waist and her neck,
one hand cupping a breast and squeezing it lightly while the other slid
between her legs and cupped her cuntmound, applying light pressure to
her vagina, causing her to moan in need and press forward against my
hand.
End Part 2/4