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Meg Ryan {mc, mf, celeb}
by KMB_76@yahoo.com
Date: Oct 1998
This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18 for
various legal reasons that when you think about it make no sense. So those
who are too young to be here, please supress your natural desires for sex and
go off and watch a violent movie or something. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexuality and if this offends you then it's time to hit the
back button on the left hand side of your screen. Hypnosis does not work
this way becuase this is a fantasy story. This is not reality and should not
be treated as such. If you try and make this fantasy reality then not only
will you fail you will end up becoming a large man's bitch in a small prison
cell.
I promised nice and simple in this story, so here it is nice and simple.
Remember, your feedback and scenarios are very imporant so keep them coming.
Send all comments and ideas to KMB_76@yahoo.com
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Meg Ryan found her brain caught in a sudden fog. It spread from her
head right down to her toes, and soon she could barely move. She couldn't
focus on anything except her raging needs and the intense desire to satisfy
them. Soon she heard the call...the call she had heard many times
before...the call of her master. She was powerless to resist and she knew
it. There was no way she could fight it anymore.
So with slow, halting steps Meg walked down the street and into the first
Starbucks she saw. The blonde actress pushed open the door and prepared to
worship the master she called coffee. Damn stuff was worse than cocaine, Meg
thought to herself as she got on line. However if coffee was her master then
she was in no hurry to break free. No hurry at all.
"Non fat latte, please," Meg sweetly told the counter girl. She was
close to an every day customer at this Starbucks so her appearance barely
raised an eyebrow among the workers or the clientele. Meg supposed that she
was hardly the first Hollywood star to develop major caffeine jones and she
wouldn't be the last to wander in zombie like each morning to jump start her
day with a steaming cup of liquefied coffee beans.
Normally Meg would have taken the coffee and left, but today she felt
like sitting and relaxing for a short spell. So when she saw a nice table
off in the corner she quickly grabbed it, hoping for some quiet time to
herself. But almost as soon as she sat down and began sipping at her latte,
a man approached her table.
Meg saw him coming from across the shop and she sighed deeply. She
really didn't want to be disturbed right now, but she just didn't have the
heart to blow the guy off. She remembered when she first got to Hollywood
and how afraid she was to approach the big stars she saw. It took a fair
degree of courage to just walk up and talk to a celebrity so Meg didn't want
to be mean, she was best known for playing sweet women and it was truly part
of her nature to be that way.
"Hi," the man said as he arrived at her table, "I know you probably don't
want to be disturbed, but I couldn't let an opportunity like this pass. I'm a
really big fan."
"It's ok," Meg replied, "People like me never really ever tire of people
telling us how much they love us."
"I don't suppose I could bother you for an autograph?" the man asked as he
handed Meg a pen and a piece of paper.
"No problem," Meg stated, "Who do I make it out to?"
"Oh, my name is Joey," the man answered.
"Joey," Meg repeated as she began scribbling something down on the
paper. Joey looked like he was 19 or 20, with sandy brown hair. He carried a
book bag with him, so Meg guessed he was a student.
"You in school, Joey?" she asked.
"Yes, Ms. Ryan," Joey answered, "I'm a senior at the University of Southern
California."
"Oh God, please call me Meg," the actress replied as she handed the paper
back to Joey, "Calling me Ms. Ryan makes me sound like I'm an old woman or
something."
Joey quickly looked over the message. Meg had wrote, "Joey, never be afraid
to bother people. That's how people notice you. Love, Meg Ryan."
"Thanks," he replied, "Do you mind if I show you something?"
"Sure," a curious Meg replied.
Joey then removed a black case from his bag and held it right in
front of Meg. He then opened the case and revealed a long gold strip. As a
puzzled Meg stared at it it seemed to begin glowing and suddenly it flashed
brightly. Joey quickly close the case and watched the effects.
Meg was momentarily blinded by the sharp flash and as she regained
her eye sight she felt as though the flash had zapped right to her brain.
She felt her free will slipping away and before she even began to react it
was done. In a matter of seconds Meg sat there in silence her mind in a deep
trance. The actresses' eyes stared straight ahead, but they saw nothing.
"Meg, would you like to see my apartment?" Joey whispered to her.
"Yes Master," Meg softly replied. Joey then clasped her hand and
helped her up. Her almost full coffee remained on the table as she followed
her master out the door.
Joey lived right near the Starbucks so they didn't have far to walk.
That was good he reasoned, because the farther they had to go the better
chance there was that someone would recognize and question why she was with a
college student.
As they walked, Joey thought back to the day he walked into the old
shop on Venice Beach, or as he referred to it now "The Greatest Day of His
Life." He had just been walking around and taking in the atmosphere when he
found the store filled with jewels and stones. The gold strip had caught his
eye and the owner explained that if it was placed in a case of black marble,
a spell would be activated that would give the holder of the strip power to
control the human will.
The guy only wanted $30 for it, he apparently didn't believe the
legend, so Joey forked it over, figuring if nothing else it could be good for
a laugh. He was as surprised when it worked perfectly. So when Joey saw Meg
walk into the coffee shop that day he knew he had to try it, plus he'd been
able to get an autograph out of it.
Soon enough the pair arrived at Joey's small, but comfortable apartment. He
led the entranced actress into his bedroom and stood her in the front of the
room.
"Can you hear me Meg?" he asked.
"Yes master," she answered.
"I want you to undress," Joey instructed, "As you remove your clothing you
will feel a sexual arousal sweeping through your body and by the time you are
nude you will want to have sex very badly."
Meg did as she was told and almost as soon as Joey had finished talking, Meg
pulled her shirt off of her head, exposing a lacy white bra to Joey's rapidly
widening eyes. The actress then reached down to untie her sneakers and push
them off her feet. Her socks soon followed and Meg unbuttoned her jeans,
quickly stepping out of them.
The actress now stood in a bra and panties, her arousal starting to become
apparent from the way she ran her hands over her body. Plus the fact that her
nipples were straining against her bra, did not escape Joey's notice either.
Joey began taking off his own clothes as well, his cock growing harder by
the second. He silently watched as Meg's bra dropped to the floor, her pert
breasts exposed to him. Joey began stroking his cock almost pushing himself
over the edge as Meg pushed her panties off. She was gorgeous, her nude body
was almost like that of a sexy pixie. Joey thought to himself that if anyone
was looking for a Tinkerbell for their fantasies, they had to look no further
than Meg.
Before it was too late, Joey managed to tear his gaze away from the
neat blonde patch between her legs and regain a bit of self control. He
didn't want to go through all this trouble only to blow his wad before the
real fun even started.
"Come to me, Meg," Joey commanded and the actress obediently walked
toward him. The minute she was close enough, Joey drew her in for a kiss.
Meg was slow to respond but soon enough she began to get into it, and started
kissing back. Joey ran a hand between her legs and the wetness he discovered
proved that his instructions had indeed taken hold and that Meg was getting
turned on.
He began thrusting his fingers into Meg's pussy, causing the blonde to moan
deeply. Trance or no trance, this felt incredible to Meg and it caused her
kisses to become more passionate. Suddenly Joey stopped his finger play,
bringing a look of utter disappointment across Meg's face.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Meg?" Joey asked.
"Yes," the actress whispered in response.
"Tell me," he demanded causing Meg's cute face to register confusion.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Joey explained.
"Fuck me master," Meg sighed.
"Tell me you want to feel my hard cock deep in your pussy." Joey ordered.
"I want to feel your hard cock deep in my pussy, master," Meg repeated.
"Tell me that I make your pussy wet and that you want me to fuck your brains
out," was Joey's next command. He hadn't intended on doing this, but he was
really getting off on the dominating thing and those words coming out of Meg's
sweet mouth were really driving to unimaginable heights of horniness.
"Master you make my pussy wet," Meg stated, her voice picking up increasing
lust and passion, "I want you to fuck my brains out!"
With that Joey lay Meg down on the bed and began thrusting into her, the
initial penetration causing the actress to cry out in joy. As he fucked her,
Joey began to fondle and suck on Meg's breasts, making her squirm from the
pleasurable sensations that now flooded her entranced mind.
The speed and strength of Joey's thrusts increased and soon he could
sense that Meg was on the verge. Her juices were flowing from her pussy and
from the way she was breathing Joey knew she was about to come. Surely
enough, with the next thrust Meg gasped loudly and then began a series of
long moans. Her body tensed up and, as Joey continued to fuck her, she
suddenly released, her moans turning into soft screams.
Joey then pulled out and maneuvered Meg to the end of the bed. With a
gesture he indicated his desires and Meg immediately took his cock into her
mouth. She ran her tongue around the shaft and seemed to take pleasure in
licking off her own juices.
When Joey looked down at the site, he almost couldn't believe that
this was really happening. Here was sweet little Meg Ryan sucking his cock
with abandon. The awareness of this situation drove him over the edge and he
felt his cock stiffen up from the efforts of Meg's tongue. Joey began to
groan uncontrollably and his cock exploded in Meg's mouth. She remained
attached to him, milking his orgasm for all it was worth and soon Joey
collapsed on the bed, completely drained in more than one way.
"Come here Meg," Joey gasped and the actress quickly obeyed. "You
will walk out of here and not remember anything that has taken place. But if
you ever see that gold strip again you will fall back into this trance, do
you understand?"
Meg nodded "yes" and a few minutes later she was redressed and walking out
the door. She began walking down the street and with every step she took the
memory of her encounter with Joey was erased. Soon it was completely gone and
Meg's will had returned to her own control. She became aware of her
surroundings again and saw the Starbucks she had been in earlier.
Meg became confused, hadn't she just been in there? Her brain was
suffering from that fuzziness again and she wasn't quite sure what she had
been doing with her morning.
"Must need some more caffeine," Meg thought to herself as she reentered the
coffee shop to once again worship the master she called coffee.