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Hypno Celeb 68: Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sarah Michelle Gellar by MAW
MC, MFF


    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. 

    The second installment in our couples hypnotist. Actually, it was
a little tough to get a cool idea for this. I'd already used vampires
in my Buffy stories and Dimitri beat me to the shower idea (nice job).
Hope you like this. All suggestions/scenarios and comments welcomed.
Enjoy.



    When the phone rang in the middle of the night, Jennifer Love
Hewitt tried to ignore it.  No one should have this number except her
agent and her family and she couldn't think of any reason why either
of them would be calling her. Finally, on the eighteenth ring, she
decided to answer it. Rolling in bed, she picked up the phone and
muttered into it. "Hello?"

    "Trenchcoat." Jennifer had a brief moment to wonder about the
caller before she fell into a trance. "Listen to me Jennifer," the
voice on the other line said. "Listening to me makes you feel good.
Listening to me makes you feel wonderful. And you'll feel even more
wonderful if you obey everything I'm about to tell you. So listen and
obey, Jennifer..."


    "I want to thank you again for this," Mike said. "I've only been
working at the studio a week and I needed the lift."

    "No problem," Jennifer replied. "I need to get back in the
driver's seat every once in a while." She and Mike were riding in her
car, Jennifer driving. Mike had conditioned her to believe he was a
friend working at a local studio and needed a ride. Since the studio
had a friend of Jennifer's, she was only too willing to help. They
drove onto the Warner Brothers studio lot.  Although less glamorous
than he had been in the heyday of the 1940's, the studio still carried
a little of that old Hollywood magic. 

    As soon as Jennifer parked the car, Mike said, "trenchcoat."
Jennifer instantly fell back into her trance. "When the door shuts,
you'll wake up. You won't remember me and you will not recognize me
when you see me again. You will subconsciously remember and obey all
the instructions I have laid out for you. Do you understand?" 

    "Yes." Mike nodded and stepped out of the car, slamming the door
shut. He walked over to the sound stage he was looking for and made
his way inside. He moved past the hustle and bustle of the backstage
area until he came to the main set. There, on a set that resembled the
inside of a mausoleum, Sarah Michelle Gellar was talking with the
director and a stunt coach. The actress was prepping for a fight scene
for her hit TV show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Mike made himself
inconspicious among the set workers and watched. She was good in
action, he had to admit. The dark outfit did little to hide her
well-built body and her long blond hair, pulled back in a ponytail,
framed that attractive face. 

    Mike admired her for a few more scenes before the director finally
called for lunch.  Sarah headed to her trailer, Mike following her,
keeping back at a relatively safe distance. He watched her enter her
trailer and waited five minutes before he knocked on her door. She
opened it, clearly wondering who would be bothering her. "Yes?"

    "Ms. Gellar? Hi, I'm Mike. New production assistant, the director
wanted me to come and ask you about something for the next shoot."

    "Oh. Okay, come on in quick." Sarah stepped aside and let Mike
into her trailer. "So, what's on the agenda?" 

    "Well, I needed to show you this prop," Mike said, reaching into
his pocket and pulling out a crystal attached to a gold chain. He held
it up so the crystal dangled right before Sarah's eyes and gave it a
twist, sending the crystal into a spin. "I like how it shines," Mike
said in a soft tone.  "The way it shines as it spins, the light
bouncing off of it and into your eyes. It's so soothing, so relaxing,
the light flashing into your eyes. Flash, flash, flash, waves of light
bouncing into your eyes. Just keep your eyes fixed on the spinning
crystal, Sarah. Keep watching and you're beginning to feel sleepy.
Very sleepy. The waves of light are so relaxing, they're making you
fall asleep. Sleep is calling for you, Sarah. A nice, deep sleep."

    Sarah's eyes closed and her head slumped forward as Mike's
enhanced hypnotic skills put her instantly in a deep trance. Putting
the pendant back in his pocket, Mike began to give Sarah her
instructions for the evening.


    "It's not often, but there are times I love this place," Sarah
said. She and Jennifer were driving along the shoreline of the
Pacific, heading into a hilly area. The two had become friends while
shooting "I Know What You Did Last Summer" and Jennifer had invited
Sarah for a night out. Sarah had accepted, needing a break from her
shooting schedule. Jennifer was driving her car down the dark and
winding roads as night came over the state. 

    "Smell that air," Jennifer said her hair blowing in the wind
coming from the open window. "What there is of it." She slowed
slightly as she rounded a corner and barely managed to catch the
figure walking in the middle of the road. Mike knew he was taking a
big risk here, but risk was needed for such great rewards. He it timed
well, throwing himself to the side just as the car sped at him. He
felt the surface of the hood graze his side and realized he'd timed it
just right. He rolled to the side of the road and lay still.

    The car braked a few feet away and Jennifer and Sarah both stepped
out, shocked, staring at Mike's unmoving form. "Oh, shit," Sarah
whispered. "Oh, shit, we've done. Oh, God, we've actually done it."

    "Must be one of those 'life imitating art' things," Jennifer said
dully.

    "How can you joke about this?!"

    "I'm sorry, all right! This is a new experience for me, I've never
killed anyone before!"

    "Who do I look like, Lizzie Borden?" 

    Mike decided to end this before they got hysterical. He let out a
loud moan and moved slowly. "Oh, thank God," Sarah said as the two
girls ran over. "Are you okay?" Jennifer asked.

    "Yeah," Mike said in a hurt voice. "Yeah, I'm all right." He
lurched up to his feet, milking this for all it was worth. "Thanks."

    "You need to go to the hospital?" Jennifer asked. "We can take
you, no problem." Neither see or Sarah recognized Mike in the least.

    "No, no thanks. I could use a ride home, though. I'm not feeling
up to walking the rest of the way." 

    "Sure, sure, come on," Sarah said, helping Jennifer walk Mike over
to the car.

    It took about fifteen minutes for them to reach a nice house on
the beach. Mike had "persuaded" the owners to leave it vacant for the
night, long enough for what he had in mine.  Sarah and Jennifer helped
him in and they all took seats on the couch of the living room.
"Thanks again," Mike said. "Don't worry, I won't press charges or
anything. Let's just forget this happened." 

    "You're sure?" Jennifer said. 

    "Yeah, I am." Mike leaned back. "I'm okay, really." He closed his
eyes and let out a breath. Sarah and Jennifer stood up and looked at
each other. Mike opened his eyes to see them walk out into the kitchen
area. They seemed to be discussing something in secret. Mike hid a
smile, knowing what their decision would be. After all, he'd
programmed it into them. 

    The two girls walked forward and stood before Mike, side by side.
"We've talked about this," Sarah said. "And we agree that we owe you
something."

    "It's not just to keep you quiet," Jennifer said. "It's really a
way of payback." 

    Mike feigned confusion. "What?"

    Jennifer took a breath and pulled off her shirt, exposing a black
bra. She slipped out of her pants as Sarah unzipped and pulled off her
dress. They stood there in their underwear until Jennifer took the
next step. She unsnapped her bra and let loose her breasts. They were
even better than Mike had dreamed, firm and full, well supported, the
nipples already tight. Sarah's were no less impressive, but compared
with Jennifer's paled. Still, it was great to see the two beautiful
actresses naked before him.

    Jennifer took the initiative, going over to Mike and kissing him
again. Mike returned it fully, embracing Jennifer and pulling her to
him. He ran his hands over those magnificent tits, squeezing them
until they hurt. Mike didn't even remember getting undressed. The next
thing he knew, he and Jennifer were rolling on the rug, his face
buried in her bosom, his tongue dragging along the curves and rises.
He pushed his hard cock into her and began to pump it. He pushed
himself in and out of her, knowing she was already aroused, sliding in
and out of her pussy.  Jennifer moaned and pushed herself back on the
carpet as Mike dived into her, every spike pushing her closer to
release. She held his face to her breasts, his licking making her come
faster. She gasped as they orgasmed, the feeling even better than she
had hoped.

    Sarah was turned on full by the sight before her and didn't want
to wait any longer. The moment Mike pulled his cock out of Jennifer's
pussy, Sarah pushed her face into it and immediately inserted her
tongue. She pushed it in, tasting the combined juices of Jennifer and
Mike on her tongue and loving it. As she ran her hands up and down
Jennifer's thighs, Mike pushed his wet cock in the dark-haired girl's
face. Jennifer tickled it with her tongue, sliding around the tip and
placing her lips around the top of the cock. She suckled it for a
minute before Mike broke off and shoved his member onto her chest. He
pushed her breasts together and began running his cock up and down the
passage in between. He kneaded the tits in his hands as his cock slid
over her chest. He finally erupted, shooting streams of semen all over
Jennifer's breasts. The feeling was enough to make her come, her
juices lapped away immediately by the waiting and willing Sarah. 

    Sarah loved the taste of pussy, but wanted some cock in her. She
pushed Mike onto his back and sat herself on his erect member. She
rocked herself back and forth in a rythym that began to build in
intensity. Matt couldn't believe himself capable of coming again so
soon, but soon felt himself rising to the challenge. Jennifer
approached Sarah and embraced her from behind, rubbing her hands over
her friend's breasts. They kissed, a series of gentle and fast pecks
that grew longer in size and duration as Sarah rode Mike. Sarah arched
back into Jennifer's arms as Mike came, allowing Jennifer to kiss her
again. As the waves of the orgasm faded, Jennifer pulled her friend
off of Mike's cock and into her arms. They fell back, Sarah's hands
and face going to Jennifer's breasts, ready to give the other woman
another feel-up. 

    Mike lay back and watched them go at it. A pity he had to make
them forget this night.  He had a feeling they might have fun
together. Well, he had the rest of the night to spend time with them.
He crawled over to the two, trying to decide which made the better
target, Sarah's tight ass or Jennifer's lovely tits. It was a toss-up.
Oh, well, when it doubt, go for both.



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