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Celebrity Hypnotist 15. [1/3]
"Now that pisses me off!" snapped the man next to me.
I raised my eyes slightly, unsure if the complete stranger
was talking to me or not. I'd come to the party just to be seen, part
of the necessary socializing that came with being a celebrity. It
didn't matter how talented you were, if you weren't seen at the right
party with the right people, you missed out on all sorts of prime
connections and parts.
I'd settled down at the bar to enjoy a nice brandy, seated next
to one of the assorted hangers on and parasites that celebrities attracted.
"I say that pisses me off!" he muttered, as if he couldn't believe
that I was ignoring HIM!
Suppressing a sigh, I turned to face him.
"Hmmmm?" I asked.
"That shit up there," he muttered, pointing up at one of the
various t.v screens set into the walls. On it, an attractive black woman
in skin tight white clothing was dancing about over a camera, shaking
her ass and almost revealing her tits as she sang about something. The
music actually playing was different to the song on the t.v, part of the
host's bizarre experimental nature in film and music, as seen in his
latest movie.
"The woman? She's quite attractive," I replied, hoping he would
leave it at that.
"Oh she's a fucking hottie!" the man snapped angrily, as if it
was her beauty itself that was aggravating him,"But look at her, shaking
that tight little ass of hers in that tight white outfit, flashing her
titties but not showing us anything.... WHAT A BITCH!"
This last was yelled much to loudly, and I dropped my head in
amused embarrassment as several party-goers turned to look at us. The
Hanger-On realized he was being too loud at last and turned about on his
stool, gripping his scotch angrily with both hands and dropping his head
to look down at the bar.
"Schmuck," I chuckled lightly as I stood up and left, taking my
drink with me.
But despite this, I all ready had an idea in my head.
"Who is she?" asked Edward Norton, glancing up at the t.v screen
and squinting his eyes,"No fucking idea."
The man described as the greatest actor of his generation by
various luminaries stumbled off in a drunken haze and I couldn't help but
grin. Kevin had toyed with the idea of introducing him into The
Organization, but he was that rarest of actors, the kind that really were
interested in acting, and not in the celebrity that came along with it.
Turning about I almost slammed into Anthony Edwards, who was making
a rare appearance.
"Sorry about that," I murmured, and moved to move past him.
"Toni Braxton," he called after me, making me turn around and
flash a confused look at his face. My name wasn't Tony, I'd never even
heard of a Tony Braxton.
"The lady on the screen," he said, then stopped and frowned,"Or
at least the lady who was on the screen, her name is Toni Braxton, T O N I."
"Thanks," I said with a grin, and we went out separate ways.
"A Musical Special?" asked Kevin with a raised eyebrow, as I
sat in his office the next afternoon.
"Sure, why not?" I asked,"Female Musicians are some of the hottest
women in the world, and some of them can even sing."
He grinned, then leaned back in his chair and held his fingers
up against each other, a favorite pose of his when he was thinking about
something.
"Who else do you have in mind?" he asked, finally.
"I was planning on keeping it simple, Toni Braxton, simply because
she gave me the idea, Shania Twain and Jennifer Lopez, for obvious reasons."
He frowned, as if considering something else, then grinned and
sat forward.
"You've got it, go ahead, call up whoever you need, get whatever
you want and bring us another big seller!"
I smiled, stood up and moved towards the doors, then stopped and
turned to stare back at him. He was looking through a folder with a slight
frown on his face.
I frowned myself, then left his office.
15 minutes after The Celebrity Hypnotist had left his Office,
Kevin closed the folder he'd been reading and spoke into his intercom.
"Get me a secure line to Australia.
One Week Later.
---------------
Toni Braxton's nicely sized, pointed breasts stood straight up
from her heaving chest, her body in phenomenal condition, a fantastic
body that was, for now, purely mine for the taking.
My eyes traveled down over her smooth, flat stomach, settling
finally on her exposed pussy. Only the barest square of pubic hair was
to be seen over the shaven cunt-lips of her crotch, her beautiful vagina
was fully exposed and looked tight as a vise, I couldn't wait until I
got to find out.
The series of events leading to this happy situation had begun
almost immediately after leaving Kevin's Office. The network
of Organization Operatives strung throughout the Entertainment Industry
had gotten me an 'interview' with Ms. Braxton about a new album she was
working on and a tape set up in the hotel room she was currently staying
in had got my conditioning to work on her.
The first meeting for the so-called interview had been the acid
test, the moment I'd walked into her hotel room I'd waited for
her reaction. When she'd been polite but shown absolutely no sign of
recognizing who I was, I knew my conditioning had successfully prevented
her from seeing who I was.
The Operative who had let me in meant no one else knew I was in
The Hotel and her Press Secretary had been diverted by an 'emergency call'
moments before I could arrive, so we were alone and I was able to work
my voodoo (so to speak) on her mind.
My conditioning had already made her more susceptible to the
sound of my voice, and soon I was setting things up for the more important
final meeting at the end of that week.
At the end of our 'interview' for a well known music magazine,
I changed tapes in the hidden transmitter set up to run in her room during
the night and left.
As far as Toni Braxton was concerned, the interview had gone
ahead as per normal, and an actual magazine would be sent to her with an
article in it which she would never actually read (in fact, she would
remember receiving it, but would hold no significance to that memory and
would throw it out with the recycling at the end of the week). Now the
schedule I'd set up was in her head as well, and it would only
be reinforced by the conditioning of the new tapes I'd set up before
leaving.
And now, I was receiving the fruits of my labors.
She had arrived at the recording studio right on time, but no
one else had been there (of course not, she wasn't due to be in until the
next day, and she would be, with no memories of today's events) except for
myself.
"Who are you?" she'd asked.
"Melville Sinclair," I'd introduced myself as,"Your Producer for
this album, I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to meet yet, but from our
telephone conversations I kind of feel like we're all ready old friends."
"Oh yes! Melville!" she'd exclaimed with an embarrassed laugh,
remembering all of our 'telephone conversations' immediately,"Um... where
is everyone?"
"You're about an hour early, Toni," I said with a raised eyebrow,
grinning nervously,"You did reset your watch for daylight savings, didn't
you?"
"Oh no!" she gasped, holding her hand to her mouth, a giant
embarrassed grin crossing her face,"I totally forgot!"
It was ridiculous, of course, daylight savings wasn't for a long
time yet, but in her own mind it all made perfect sense. Even if it had
been daylight savings, the studio crew would have been hours before the
star was meant to arrive.
But any such contradictions of reality were totally ignored by
Toni Braxton, who was taken right now with how attractive I was to her.
Oh the joys of Hypnosis.
We'd settled down to talk, much of it along the vein of what her
plans for this album were and what she thought about the new songs they
would be working on today. But after only five minutes we had settled
into how empty the studio was and how alone we were.
15 minutes after she had arrived we were both flirting outrageously
with the other, making a game of it, pretending to be attempting to shock
each other.
25 minutes after she had arrived, she was stripping off her tight
white shirt and pulling down her lovingly clinging jeans as I pulled off
my jacket, ripped open my shirt and undid my belt.
She lay on the floor of the recording booth, her eyes watching
mine intently as they crawled lecherously over every inch of her beautiful,
naked celebrity flesh.
She grinned happily as my eyes zeroed in hungrily on her shaven
pussy.
"You like that?" she asked,"I love shaving my pussy, it gives me
such a thrill!"
I grinned, that hadn't been in the script. As always, I had left
room for her own personality to shine through, it just made things that
much more fun.
Laying down beside the synthesizers, speakers and microphones
that would be put to their proper use the next day, the beautiful Toni
Braxton bent her knees as she pulled them up to either side of her body,
spreading her thighs lewdly as she slid both of her hands down to her
already juicy, slit, parting the lips of her cunt in a very welcome
invitation.
I dropped down to my knees, as naked as she was now, my hard cock
pointing directly between her legs, right at her gloriously exposed pussy.
"Beautiful," I panted with a grin, lowering my face down so it
was directly over her pussy, exposed by her fingers. The bright pink
of her inner vagina contrasted deliciously with the smooth, chocolate
brown of her skin.
Toni, conditioned to respond with lust to my presence, could feel
my hot breath on her eager, aching snatch and it was driving her wild
with need.
I reached down with my fingers, sliding her cunt-lips apart a
little bit further as I whispered my intentions to her, the sound of my
voice and the lecherous things I had in mind for her driving her wild
with desire.
"Oh please!" she cried at last, my lecherous whisperings getting
the better of her,"I can't waist any longer, I need you to fuck me,
please! Please fuck me!!!!"
I slid my body up over hers until the hard head of my cock was
pressing firmly against the entrance to Toni's cunt-slit, then I looked
down into her eyes, grinning at the desperate, smoldering need evident
in her beautiful brown eyes.
Her eyes widened delightfully as she felt my cock push forward,
parting her pussy-lips open. I teased her by rubbing my cock-head along
the length of her slit, making Toni begin to breath heavily in anticipation
of the fucking she so desperately wanted.
She churned her tight ass about madly on the floor beneath us,
causing her snatch to slide up and down against my own rubbing, moving
cock-head. I pressed my cock firmly against her erect clitoris, driving
her wild as I stimulated her little love button with the head of my penis,
her cunt-lips steadily getting wetter and wetter as I teased her with my
dragging, barely penetrating cock-head.
"Please..... huh, huh, huh," she moaned in desire,"Please fuck
me! PLEASE!!!!"
In desperation she drove her cunt up hard, slamming up her hips
and allowing four inches of my cock to sink inside of her delicious, hot
and tight wetness. I grunted in surprise and more than a little pleasure,
the velvet heat of her tight cunt was fantastic, and I was tempted to just
plow into her after that, but my desire to maintain control over my lust
won out and I pulled my hips back so that, no matter how hard Toni slammed
up her hips, she was unable to get more than a few inches inside of her
tight little snatch.
"Come on! Come on!" gasped Toni Braxton, lying beneath me, her
pointed breasts heaving up and down, her beautiful brown skin glistening
with sweat, her legs spread lewdly and her cunt sucking uselessly at my
cock, trying to get more inside of her,"I need it, please! Please!"
"More," I whispered to her, and she clutched onto my meaning
in desperate need, knowing what I wanted.
"Oh Melville, do it now, please!" she cried, her dignity and self
respect lost to wild lust,"I need your cock inside of me, fuck
me, Melville! Fuck me hard!"
I nodded in satisfaction and gripped her hips firmly, then slammed
forward and drove my cock fully inside of her hot, tight cunt. I groaned,
my eyes closing in pleasure as I filled her hot snatch completely with
my hard, throbbing member.
"Ooooh yes! Yes!" moaned Toni, gasping for breath as she finally
felt my cock buried to the hilt inside of her,"Unnnhhh!! Oooh!! Yes! Oh....
fuck!"
"Just like a vise," I murmured to myself, my previous suspicions
on the tightness of her cunt confirmed. It was warm, wet and tight,
everything a cunt should be. And despite the huge numbers of Grade A
pussy I'd fucked in my life, each one was different, each unique and with
it's own merits. The fact that it was Toni Braxton's cunt just made it so
much better, Grade A Pussy was great, but Celebrity Pussy was Grade A
Plus, in my opinion.
I left my cock buried inside of her clasping cunt, soaking in
the delicious pleasure and pressure of her hot, juicy cunt. Toni lay
beneath me, moaning and whimpering softly in pleasure, loving the feel of
my cock deep inside of her, feeling somehow fulfilled by it in a way she
never had before.
"You like that, Toni?" I asked her with a chuckle.
Toni eyes, which had been half closed, widened again and her mouth
stretched into a wide grin, the grin of a woman who knew what it was to
be fucked well and was getting it now.
Slowly I began to grind my hips in small, slow circles that
caused Toni to whimper in pleasure.
"It's so good, sooo good!" moaned Toni,"Fuck me harder, slam my
cunt, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!!"
"You asked for it, darling," I said with a grin and began to
give her a real fucking.
I pulled back and then pushed forward, slowly fucking her with
good, slow strokes of my cock that quickly added up to mounting pleasure
in Toni Braxton's hot, sexy body.
My slow strokes were quickly replaced by steadily quicker ones,
until I was plunging my cock in and out of her pussy with rapid, delicious
strokes. I'd turned my penis onto an angle so that I was rasping along
her clitoris with each stroke of my cock, driving her wild with pleasure
as each downward thrust into her pussy stimulated the complex little bundle
of nerves and drove the hot singer wild.
My cock felt like it was soaking up her juices like a sponge,
making my cock expand, making her cunt tighter around it, increasing both
our pleasure.
Toni could feel her cunt adjusting to my cock, becoming
comfortable with the way it spread apart her cunt-lips and expanded the
wall of her pussy until she felt like she was stuffed full with hot,
hard cock.
I bottomed out in her, fucking fully into her now as I eagerly
fucked her hot cunt, our crotches mashing together, my pubic bone pressing
firmly against her clitoris, my cock driven fully inside of her hot cunt.
Toni worked her buttocks, clenching and moving them to push her
hips up and make her cunt even tighter around my cock as I pistoned my
cock in and out of her hot, tight pussy. Her eyes were wide now, her
head thrown back and her mouth dropped open as she allowed her body to
be pushed up and down by my pistoning cock.
I reached down and gripped her tight, rounded buttocks in hand
and began to ram my prick into her lewdly raised cunt. My eyes were
down between our bodies, watching with a happy grin as my cock sliced in
and out of her tight, shaven cunt-lips.
Toni's eyes drifted back to mine, then followed the gaze down
so that she too was watching as my cock plunged in and out of her hot
cunt. Her panting and moaning continued, but a smile also crossed her
face as she saw the pleasure I was getting from fucking her tight, singer's
fuck-hole.
Still gripping her hot, brown-skinned ass-cheeks tightly, I pulled
her up and drove my cock hard into her squirming cunt, feeling her hot
snatch tighten and jerk involuntarily around my cock as she prepared to
cum.
"Oooh yes!" I'm cumming, baby, It feels sooooo good!"
I felt the impossible tightness of her quivering, climaxing cunt
around my cock and my teeth showed bright as I grinned ferally. The new,
rushing heat and wetness of her orgasm pushed my cock over the edge and
I bodily lifted her up, her tits pressing against my chest, my face
burying into the crook of her neck as I slammed fully into her cunt and
blasted my cum into her cunt.
Toni's eyes rolled crazily, her face flushed, her mouth hanging
open and her body quivering as she traveled through her own orgasm and
felt my cock deep inside of her, filling her up with load after load of
my hot, sticky cum.
Despite cumming, I continued to drive my shooting cock into the
hot singer's frothy fuck-hole, not letting up at all as I pounded her
orgasming cunt, my hands gripping her tight ass firmly as she thrashed
about against me, moaning and groaning, calling out for more as I slammed
it to her still, despite having already spent myself inside of her.
Finally our bodies caught up to our desire and we both slowed
to a stop, falling back so that I lay on top of her. We exchanged a
series of long, slow kisses before finally I broke away and pulled out
of her, my cock slowly pulling free from her juicy, tight and now well
fucked pussy.
"So," I asked her with a grin,"Are you happy with
your new Producer?"
She grinned, lying on her back beside me in an empty recording
studio, the ground tacky with our sweat and cum.
"I think you fit in quite nicely around here," she chuckled,
and I shared the laugh before snapping my fingers.
Instantly she stopped laughing and her face became blank and
dull, in a trance like state.
Sitting up, I no longer saw her as a hot piece of fuckable singer,
but as a job that had to be finished. Slowly I began re-strengthening the
conditioning I'd already placed in her head.
By the end of the week, she would have dreamed out any and all
memories of this encounter, her subconscious remembering everything as a
dream and doing away with it in the manner of all short term memories
not deemed important enough to remember.
That way, nobody got hurt, everybody had a good time, I got a
good piece of pussy and a big pay-cheque.
What a beautiful world we live in.
End Part 1/3
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