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Hypno Celeb 37: Daisy Fuentes and Kennedy
by MAW
MC,FF
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.
Okay, the first celeb is a must. The second? I like her, all
right? I really think she's a smart, funny, sexy lady. If you
disagree with this, tough, it's my story, I can write it the way
I like. All comments and scenarios/suggestions welcomed. Enjoy.
Hatred was too strong a word for how Kennedy felt about
Daisy Fuentes. Envy, definitely. Maybe a little anger. Kennedy
was rather jealous of Daisy's good looks and the way she charmed
the audience. Those long legs, the dress with the slit along the
legs, the long dark hair framing her beautiful face. She was the
kind of woman that begged other women to hate her. Unlike most
other women, though, Kennedy had a way of getting even.
She was backstage at a taping for MTV, watching Daisy wrap
up a video set. Kennedy wore a pair of silver pants and a
matching coat. Her curly black hair frizzled around her and a
pair of her trademark big-framed glasses covered her face. She
watched as the director yelled "cut" and the shooting wrapped.
Daisy walked over to the refrigerator just off-stage and Kennedy
decided it was time to make her move. "Hey, Daisy," she said,
walking up behind the Latino woman.
"Hi," Daisy nodded back. She and Kennedy didn't really know
each other well, but she didn't judge people by reputations alone
and kept her mind open. "What're you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Kennedy said, which was the truth. "Heard
about that Olympic special they want you on, thought you might
want some info."
"Oh, yeah, I heard you were at Nagano. How was it?"
"Eventful," Kennedy said. She watched as Daisy poured
herself a coke. A director suddenly called for Daisy from the
set, needing a last-minute sound check. As Daisy left, Kennedy
reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. She tipped
it into the drink, a bright pink that soon faded into the dark
color. It looked completely normal by the time Daisy came back.
She immediately took a long sip. "So, what'd you want to talk
about?"
"Let's sit over here," Kennedy suggested, pointing to a
couple of vacant chairs. She and Daisy sat down and Kennedy began
to talk about her Nagano trip. Daisy continued to sip at the
drink as Kennedy talked. She didn't notice Kennedy's staring at
her. In fact, she was beginning to notice very little. A
fuzziness filled her mind and her entire body felt suddenly
lethargic. The sounds around her faded away, with the exception
of Kennedy's voice. The drink slipped out of her hand and fell to
the floor.
Kennedy had found the drug in a small village just outside
of Nagano. She had been wary of its claims, until she had seen
the shopkeeper demonstrate it on her boss. The formula was quite
old, but worked exceptionally well, cutting off the willpower and
rendering a person compliant to someone else's will. This was the
first time Kennedy had decided to use it on someone since getting
it and she was pleased at the results. "Daisy, can you hear me?"
"Yes," Daisy replied. She had a faraway look on her face and
appeared totally relaxed.
"Daisy, will you do anything I say?"
"Anything you say."
"Daisy, stand up and follow me." Kennedy began walking down
the hallway, the entranced Daisy behind her. The two VJ's made
their way to a small, deserted office. Kennedy knew the occupant
wouldn't be in for a while and they were guaranteed some privacy.
The office wasn't opulent, but it did have something Kennedy
wanted: A long padded sofa. Kennedy began to strip, pulling off
her jacket and pants as Daisy stood, oblivious, in the middle of
the room. Kennedy pulled off her bra, showing her small breasts
and slid her panties down, exposing the Republican elephant
tattoo just above her pelvic region.
Sitting down and preparing herself, Kennedy gave an order to
Daisy. "Strip, Daisy. And as you strip, feel yourself growing
more and more excited towards me. As you strip, you will be hot
and you will want sex. With me. Now. Strip."
Daisy pulled the straps off her shoulders, one at a time.
The dress first fell to her waist, letting her braless breasts
fall free. She then pushed it down her legs. She slid the dark
panties down her legs and stood nude. Kennedy beckoned her over
and Daisy obediently approached. Kennedy took her in her arms and
pulled her down, kissing her. It was a warm kiss, the two pushing
their lips and tongues together to mix passion. They pulled
closer, Daisy pushing Kennedy against the back of the sofa.
Kennedy lowered them both down to the sofa, pushing Daisy on
her back. She pulled off her glasses and buried her head in
between Daisy's breasts. She massaged one mound with her hand and
kissed the other. She suckled the nipple, enjoying the feeling as
it tightened in her grasp. She squeezed the other breast as she
mouthed, eliciting a moan from Daisy.
Kennedy moved down Daisy's body, pushing her down the couch
as she kissed the sunken belly. She kissed the dark patch before
putting her mouth right up to the pussy. She began to lick at it,
moving her tongue in slow motions around the twat. It intensified
the pleasure Daisy was beginning to feel. She withered on the
couch, her hair falling past the edge and to the floor as Kennedy
ate her out. Kennedy ran her hands up and down Daisy's thighs as
she continued, her tongue beginning to fill with sweet taste.
Daisy threw her head back as she came, spilling onto Kennedy's
waiting mouth.
Kennedy climbed up Daisy's body, pulling her up so her head
was safe on the couch. She straddled Daisy and lowered her pelvis
onto her face. Daisy began to lick, hesitantly at first, with
slow jabs, then faster, her tongue working in and out. Her
fingers found Kennedy's ass and squeezed it, as Kennedy ran her
fingers up and down the tattoo, as if that would help her cum
faster. She rocked gently on Daisy, her asscheeks bouncing on the
other woman's breasts. Daisy matched the rythym with licks of her
tongue as Kennedy felt herself begin to release. She spilled
right onto Daisy, her body trembling as she did.
Kennedy quickly dressed and wiped Daisy's face off. The
effect of the drug would wear off soon and Daisy would wake up
with no memory of what had happened. Kennedy walked out of the
room, shutting the door behind her. She smiled as she walked down
the halls, wondering at Daisy's reaction to waking up naked in a
strange room.
Kennedy might not have been so happy if she knew that she
wasn't the only one who had the formula. Someday, perhaps soon,
the piper was going to collect.
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