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Hypno Celeb 45: Sharon Stone
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 a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. I guess you could say this takes place
before Ms. Stone's recent wedding. All comments and
suggestions/scenarios are welcome. Enjoy. 

     The restaurant was on the more exclusive side of Hollywood,
nestled in the lobby of a fine hotel. A reservation had to be
placed weeks in advance and it was almost exclusively open to
guests. It was a nice spot to take someone, especially on a first
date.
     Sharon Stone entered the restaurant and immediately became
aware of the stares she drew. It wasn't just her beautiful face
framed by blond hair cut in a pageboy style. It was also the
tight black dress she wore, with a cut off at the thigh. She
paused a moment to take in the stares, then walked to the
hostess. "I'm supposed to meet someone here?"
     "Ah, yes, Ms. Stone," the hostess said. "He's waiting for
you." She led Sharon to a back table, slightly secluded from the
rest of the restaurant. There sat a middle-aged man with red
hair, a mischievous smile and a nice suit. He rose up and took
Sharon's hand in his own. "A pleasure, my dear," he said, kissing
her hand.
     Sharon shook her head. "I can't believe you did that."
     "Always wanted to." The man was Charles, a minor executive
at the studio. Sharon had met him while shooting her latest
movie. He was an interesting man, with an infectious humor and an
ability to put Sharon at ease. He had asked her out and, more of
curiosity than anything else, she'd agreed. 
     "I highly recommend the filet," Charles said as the waiter
handed them menus. 
     "I'll keep that in mind," Sharon said.

     An hour and a half later, the two toasted, their wine
glasses clinking together. "A very nice evening, wouldn't you
say?" Charles asked. 
     "Not bad," Sharon said. "Not bad." She was trying to think
of a way to let Charles off easy and let him know she wasn't
interested in anything after dinner. Still, the meal had been
wonderful and so was the wine. And it had been cute for Charles
to have a single candle lit at their table. Sharon stared at the
yellow flame as Charles continued to talk.
     She felt relaxed right now. Maybe a little too relaxed. She
kept staring at the candle's flame, trying to focus her thoughts.
She was aware of Charles talking, but had tuned out what he was
saying. It just seemed so much better to keep watching the
candle's flame. That was it. That was what she was hearing. Don't
look away from the candle. Look into the candle. Why would she
want to look away from the candle? It made her feel so nice and
warm. Very warm. It felt so warm and soothing to keep staring at
the candle. The longer she stared at the flickering flame, the
more she felt nice and warm and relaxed. So relaxed.
     The warmth moved around her, her face, her eyes. She felt so
comfortable now, so at ease. She didn't want to look away from
the candle. She loved looking at the candle. It felt so nice and
warm. She wanted to feel the warmth all over her. She opened a
small patch in the front of her dress, just above her breasts.
She felt the cool air hit her cleavage, a small breeze upon her
skin and sighed in contentment. Then the candle's warmth flooded
in, warming her bosom. It felt so good, so relaxing.
     Charles smiled as he saw Sharon staring at the candle. This
was working out perfectly. The drug in her wine had helped lower
her defenses and his soft tones had moved her into a hypnotic
state. Having her open her blouse was a final test of his
control, one that she passed. He decided this was about as much
as he could risk in a public place. "Sharon, listen to me. When I
snap my fingers, you'll come fully awake. However, you will still
have the wonderful feeling you had when you looked at the candle.
You will feel so wonderful and warm that you will invite me to
your room. Do you understand?" 
     "Yes," Sharon whispered. 
     "Good. Now, Sharon, you will let me into your room and when
I look into your eyes, you will see the candle's flame. You will
see the candle's flame in my eyes and you will once again enter
this wonderful warm state you are in now. You will feel so warm
there that you will be willing to do anything I ask. Do you
understand?"
     "Yes," Sharon said. Charles snapped his fingers and she
blinked, clarity returning to her features. She looked at Charles
and smiled. "So, would you like to join me in my room for a
drink?"
     "It would be my pleasure," Charles smiled. In more ways than
one, he thought.

     Sharon unlocked the door and led Charles into her hotel
room. She turned to ask him what kind of drink she wanted, but
was stopped when she saw his eyes. They seemed to glow with the
same sort of light that the candle gave off. The candle. The
nice, warm candle, filling her with warmth and pleasure. She felt
a wave of relaxation come over her as she stared into Charles'
eyes and let the flame of the candle overwhelm her.
     "Sharon, will you do anything for me?" Charles asked. 
     "Anything you say," she replied in a dreamy voice. 
     "Take off your dress." Sharon unzipped the side of her dress
and slipped it off of her. Her breasts came free and the sight of
them was enough to harden Charles' cock. She slipped off the dark
panties she wore and stood nude before him. Charles took her and
kissed her. She responded warmly, wrapping her tongue around his
and enjoying the feeling as she pressed against him. 
     He led them towards the bedroom, removing his clothes with
Sharon's help. Naked, they fell onto the bed, Charles on top. He
held Sharon in close and kissed her even harder. He buried his
head in her magnificent cleavage and suckled on both nipples. He
would put his mouth on one while tweaking the other with his
fingers, eliciting moans from Sharon. He lay her down and ran a
hand down her body, her smooth belly, the blonde patch between
her legs and the shapely thighs. He decided he would start with
something else first.
     He turned her over, pushing her onto her hands and knees. He
gripped her smooth ass and pinched the cheeks, loving the small
cry she gave as he did. He entered her, sliding his cock into her
ass. He began to pump her, gently at first, then with more
fervor. He pushed himself in and out of her, his motions
generating even more heat in her body. She moaned, her hypnotized
mind overwhelmed with the pleasure she felt. He shoved his cock
in and out of her with fervor, trying to push her to limit. His
hands squeezed her cheeks as he continued to dive in. She
clutched a handful of covers as he shot his load into her,
shrieking in delight. 
     Charles pulled his cock out and turned Sharon over. He
pushed her on her back and dangled his rod inches in front of her
face. "Suck it, bitch," he said. "Take it down." The mesmerized
actress took the hard member in her hands and guided it to her
mouth. She began to suck at it, her tongue tickling the very tip,
sending goosebumps down Charles' body. She moved her lips up and
down the penis as her nails pinched the balls. She didn't just
take it down her throat, she also ran her tongue all over the
sensitive rod, licking away all the cum. Charles couldn't believe
how fast he felt like coming again under her direction. He pulled
his cock out just before it exploded, cum spraying all over
Sharon's face, streaking her blonde hair.
     Charles leaned down and kissed Sharon hard, tasting his
semen on her lips. As he pushed himself into her, he thought of
how much fun his new slave was going to give him. He wondered if
the bisexuality she showed in "Basic Instinct" was all just an
act...


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