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Hypno Celeb 32: Drew Barrymore
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 partly based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. I say partly because while the celeb is
different, the situation of the image is the same. All comments
and suggestions are welcome. Thank you. Enjoy.


     A Saturday night on the L.A. highway is one of the busiest
for patrolmen. Teenagers, college kids and more speeding in more
ways than one, breaking the rules like they felt they were
entitled to it. And none did it more than the rich and famous.
     Drew Barrymore howled as she rocketed down the highway. She
had just come from a great nightclub downtown and was still in a
party mood. Her short blond hair whipped in the wind coming from
the open windows and her perky face was in a wild grin. She may
have been off drugs and heavy booze, but she was still a party
girl at heart. Besides, a cool night every now and then helped
her keep up the "bad girl" reputation she enjoyed. Her good mood
was cut off by the wail of sirens. "Shit," she muttered, glancing
in the rear view mirror and seeing the flashing red lights of a
patrol car. She quickly pulled over to the side and waited. 
     She brushed at her hair and took a deep breath. She usually
could flirt her way out of a ticket, with looks and fame but she
had a couple of drinks in her and she was a little worried.
Tabloids ate stuff like this up for breakfast. She put on a game
smile as the officer came up her door. He was a tall, handsome
Latin, a good build underneath his uniform. "License, miss?" he
said in a deep tone. Drew handed it to him. He read her name and
then looked at her. "Ms. Barrymore?"
     "Yeah," she smiled. "And you're?" 
     "Andy, Andy Montoya. Having a night of fun?" 
     "Yeah, just wrapped a movie. I always go out the night I do,
get all the stress out." 
     "Uh-huh. Have you been drinking, Ms. Barrymore?" 
     "Ah, well, just a beer or two. Nothing serious, I'm clean." 
     "I see. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a new field
sobriety test, Ms. Barrymore. I'm sorry, but it's necessary." 
     "Okay," Drew sighed. What do you need?" 
     Andy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketwatch
attached to a chain. "I need you to take a deep breath, relax and
keep an eye on this watch." He began to swing the watch side to
side in front of Drew's face. "Just keep watching this. Now, I
want you count backwards from a hundred each time the watch
swings by. Just start at one hundred at count down." 
     "100..99..98..97.." Drew counted as she watched the watch
swing by her eyes. One number for each pass. Counting down. Down.
Down with each swing of that shiny watch. That nice and shiny
watch. "92..91..90.." The sounds of traffic slowly faded away as
she continued to count down, her eyes fixed on the movements of
the watch, needing to count down as it swung by, needing to count
its movements. "85..84..83.." She began to feel fuzzy in her
head, clouded, her thoughts muddled. She felt limp, like a weight
was pressing down on her body. She ignored that growing
relaxation and concentrated solely on counting down whenever she
saw the watch. "78..77..76.." Her eyes felt so heavy now, like
they were weighted down. She felt tired, so tired, but she had to
keep staring at the watch, had to keep counting down.
"71..70..69.." Her eyes closed and her head slumped back on the
seat's headrest, her body relaxing in the seat. 
     Andy pocketed the watch and leaned in, keeping his voice
low. "Drew, can you hear me?" 
     "Yeah.." she whispered. Andy gazed at the dress she wore,
already making plans for removing it. 
     "Drew, I am a police officer. Your superior. Whatever I ask
you to do, you have to do it. You want to do it, because what I
say is good and right and doing it makes you a good citizen,
doesn't it?" 
     "Yes." 
     "Good, good. So, whatever I tell you to do, you will do it,
won't you?" 
     "Yes, Andy." 
     "Drew, you will refer to me as Officer at all times, do you
understand?" 
     "Yes, Officer." 
     "Good. Now, Drew, in a few moments, you'll hear a siren.
When you do, you'll wake up and drive home. Can I have your
address?" Andy quickly wrote down Drew's home, happy to see it
wasn't too far and also happy to hear that she would be alone.
"Now, Drew, when you wake up, you won't remember seeing me or
remember being pulled over. However, there are two things you'll
remember deep in your mind. One, you will feel very aroused. Very
aroused. You will want sex very much. You'll want to feel a cock
deep inside you. Also, if you hear my voice say the words 'watch
arrest,' you'll fall back into this sleep and obey my commands.
Do you understand?" 
     "Yes.." Nodding, Andy walked back to his patrol car, his
penis painfully pushed against his pants. He stepped into his car
and honked the horn. He watched as Drew sped off, unaware of the
events of the last few minutes and smiled. 

     Drew's house was in a comfortable section of uptown and Andy
had little trouble finding it. Hopefully, his patrol car would
dissuade any security around here. He stepped out and walked up
to the door, knocking on it. After a moment, Drew opened it. She
had apparently just stepped out of the shower, a black robe
wrapped around her, her wet hair in a mess. "Yes, can I help
you?" She showed no recognition of Andy.
     Andy had intended to slide into this easy but the sight of
the wet Drew was too much to resist. "Watch arrest," he said.
Drew's eyes closed as she swayed in place. Andy quickly stepped
inside and closed the door behind him. "Drew, open your eyes, but
remain fast asleep." Drew stared at him blankly. "Take me to your
bedroom," Andy ordered. Drew led the way, taking robotic steps to
her room, where sat a spacious bed. Andy looked at Drew and
quickly disrobed. Drew seemed to take no notice of him, staring
at the wall with unseeing eyes. Nude, Andy lay back on the bed.
"Drew, are you hot right now?" 
     "Yes, Officer." 
     "Do you want sex right now?" 
     "Yes, Officer." 
     "Do you want sex with me right now?" 
     "Yes, Officer."
     "Take off your robe." Drew undid the knot and let the robe
fall off her. Her pert breasts were already hard and he could see
her cunt dripping from more than just water. "Fuck me now, Drew." 
     "Oh, yes, Officer." Drew jumped forward onto Andy, pushing
him on his back. They crawled up the bed, embracing and kissing,
her nails raking his back as they tongue-wrestled. Their lips
stayed together for a full minute as she dragged her tongue
around Andy's mouth, almost biting his lip. Andy moved her up,
kissing her nipples. She moved down and sat on his erect cock.
She began thrusting herself back and forth, moaning as she rode
him. Andy was surprised but pleased by her vigor as he gyrated
his pelvis to push himself deeper inside her. His hands pinched
her breasts as she pushed herself harder, clenching down on his
member. She arched back as he shot into her, shrieking with joy. 
     Andy was still hard and still ready to unload, so he turned
Drew over, sliding his cock out of her. He straddled her and slid
his cock along her breasts, in between the passage and against
the nipples. Her fingers danced around it as he went, cum
dripping onto her breasts. He pushed it into her face and her
tongue extended, licking at the tip. She took it and placed it in
her mouth, swallowing the extended penis down her throat. She
licked at it as her fingers pinched his balls, sliding it in and
out of her mouth. He pulled it out just as he came, shooting cum
all over her face and into her mouth. She gleefully licked it up,
not even bothered. 
     It was early the next morning when Andy finally limped out
into his car. God, he wouldn't walk straight for the rest of the
day. Drew had totally worn him out and she was probably still
wanting more. She had been masturbating in her sleep as he left,
the last elements of trance leaving her. Andy figured it'd be a
while before he paid another visit. But he would drop by again
soon. Serve and protect, that was his motto. 


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