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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno52.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 52: Penelope Ann Miller (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 52: Penelope Ann Miller 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 at home, seek help. She may not be as famous as some of the others on my list, but I've always kind of liked this woman. Besides, I've been dying to try out this approach. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. Penelope Ann Miller pulled down her sunglasses as she stepped out of the studio and onto the lot. Another hot day in L.A. At least Penelope felt good. She had just wrapped her part in her new movie and it had gone relatively well. She hoped it would finally give her the big break she wanted. Of course, she'd been hoping that for a few years now. Well, one could always hope. Her heels clicked on the hot tar as she walked to the parking lot. She wore a black mini-dress with a nice white shirt, a cool outfit that helped on a day like this. Her dark brown hair was in a pageboy haircut and her pretty face was in an expression of contentment. It was the same expression she had when she finished a film. She walked out into the parking lot, heading to her car. She had just reach it and was about to unlock it when she saw a woman running up, waving at her. She was a red-haired woman in her thirties, wearing a red shirt and shorts. She stopped about ten feet from Penelope and waved. A smile was on her attractive face, seeming to brighten as she saw Penelope. Penelope hesitated. She really needed to get home but she decided to wait a bit. It wasn't too often she met a fan and the woman seemed anxious to meet her. Penelope pulled up her sunglasses and put on her best smile, walking forward to where the woman stood, still waving. "Miss, Miller, I'm Jean, I'm a huge fan," the woman said. She seemed rather excited, her hand still waving. Maybe she had some nervous disorder or something. Oh, well, Penelope was just happy to see someone so anxious to be with her. "Thanks, it's always nice to meet one," Penelope said. Her eyes drifted over to where Jean's hand still waved, moving up and down in the air, up and down, up and down. "Truth to tell, I didn't know I had many." "Oh, don't put yourself down," Jean said, her waving hand moving slightly forward. "You are a beautiful woman and a terrific actress. I read all about you, I even got the same clothes as you." "Really?" Penelope said. She would have felt a little more nervous, but Jean didn't seem too dangerous. Besides, that waving she kept doing diverted her attention slightly. She was tempted to ask Jean to stop waving but didn't for some odd reason. Flashes kept bouncing in Penelope's line of vision. It took a moment to realize that it was the sunlight bouncing off of Jean's polished fingernails. They were a bright red and seemed to glow whenever the light hit them. "I got the nail style from you too," Jean said. "I mean, it's just so cool. Just look at it, the way it catches the light, the way it shines. It throws light at you, red light, warm light. Just keep looking at them. They're so nice and colorful and warm. Just look at them. They shine so bright and warm." Penelope's head was buzzing. A voice was telling her that this conversation was taking a weird turn. But her eyes were glued to Jean's nails. Her bright, shining red nails. Penelope watched as the nails moved back and forth, back and forth, flashes of red light entering her eyes. She felt so warm. A little dizzy but warm, comfortable. It felt soothing just to listen to Jean's voice and watch her nails. "Just watch them move back and forth, Penelope, back and forth," Jean continued, lowering her voice. "Watch the shiny nails moving back and forth, back and forth. You feel so relaxed watching them. So very relaxed. Just keep watching, Penelope. Watch them go back and forth, back and forth, red flashes going into your eyes again and again, back and forth. Your eyes feel so heavy. So very heavy. The more you watch the nails, the more they move back and forth, back and forth, the more heavy your eyelids feel. Heavier and heavier. So very heavy, Penelope. Let them shut. That's right, just let your eyes shut and relax. Relax completely." Penelope's eyes shut all the way, her head slumping forward slightly. "That's right, Penelope, you're asleep now. A nice sleep. Just keep listening to my voice, Penelope. Keep listening to my voice and keep thinking of my nails. My nice, red nails. Think of them flashing red in your mind. Listen to my voice and think of the nails and you'll feel yourself drifting more and more into sleep. Deeper and deeper asleep, as you think of the nails and listen to my voice. The nails and my voice. Deeper and deeper." Jean continued until she saw Penelope's face totally slackened. She then began to issue commands she knew the hypnotized star could not resist. Penelope stepped out of her bedroom. She wore a satin nightgown that barely covered her attractive form. Her hair was nicely done, the lights around the house were dimmed she had her makeup on. Penelope didn't really know why she was doing all this. She wasn't expecting anyone and going all out like this for herself was unusual. Before she could give it more thought, the doorbell rang. Penelope walked over to it and opened it. Jean stood on the other side, wearing a long trenchcoat. She looked right into Penelope's eyes and spoke softly. "Nails are red, my eyes are blue." Penelope's face went slack as she fell back into a trance. Jean stepped in and led the mesmerized Penelope down the hall and to the bedroom. She stood Penelope before the bed, leaving her staring at the wall. Jean took off her coat. She was naked underneath, her large breasts hanging free, her red clit already wet from excitement. She lay on the bed, pleased at the feeling of the smooth sheets under her. "Have you thought of me all day, Penelope?" "Yes.." Penelope replied. In fact, erotic thoughts had been going through her mind, instilled by Jean. "Are you ready to make love to me?" "Yes.." Penelope said. "Undress and come here," Jean ordered. Helpless to disobey, Penelope pulled off her nightgown. She was naked underneath, her breasts, while not overly large, still eye-catching. She came onto the bed and crawled on top of Jean. They kissed several times, quick, gentle kisses that soon grew longer and more intimate. Jean kissed each of Penelope's breasts, then pushed the hypnotized actress' face to her own bosom. Penelope was eager to please her friend and buried her face in the large cleavage. She tickled one nipple with her finger as her other hand massaged one large breast. Penelope finally broke away from Jean's tits and moved down to the red patch between those two lovely legs. She moved her face into the pussy and began to lick at it. She was hesitant at first, her inexperience showing. But soon she licking with feeling, loving the growing sweetness on her tongue. Jean moaned and ran her hands along her breasts, trying to urge herself closer to orgasm. Penelope moved her tongue in and out of Jean's pussy, driving it deeper and deeper. Jean's body arched as she came, her juices falling onto Penelope's tongue. Penelope still licked even after Jean had come. Jean commanded her up. They kissed again, Jean tasting her own cum on Penelope's lips. She moved herself so her face was right under Penelope's pussy and began to return the favor. Her licks were quicker, more experienced, her tongue lancing in and out of Penelope's lips as she moved her hands up and down Penelope's body. She squeezed the breasts, using them as handholds as her tongue lapped away at Penelope. The actress was lost in pleasure, her entranced mind hoping for nothing more than total sexual release. It came as her entire body straightened like a bolt, her juices covering Jean's face. It was an hour before sunrise as Jean finally left. Penelope was still in bed, exhausted from what had happened last night. She would awaken normally, with no memory of what had happened. Jean smiled as she climbed into her car and began dressing from the bag on the next seat. She wanted to get home and grab a quick nap. She had a nail appointment that afternoon and she made it a point never to miss one. ________________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection