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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno55.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 55: Isabella Rossellini & Celine Dion (mc,ff,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 55: Isabella Rossellini and Celine Dion 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. I've been asked of more of Celine, so I've decided to pair her off with one of the most beautiful women on Earth. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. Isabella Rossellini sat back in her seat and watched as the sun began to drop into the horizon. She loved taking the train. It made for such a comfortable ride. The nice, smooth tracks combined with the scenery to provide an excellent riding experience one just didn't get on a plane. Isabella was glad she had chosen this trip for a vacation. The French countryside certainly offered enough attractions in the spring for a weary traveler. Isabella stood up and made her way out of her small room. She was alone this trip, planning to meet up with her family when the train stopped. She had been off in America, shooting a movie, and hadn't seen them in a while. She could have flown, but trains gave her an easier ride, not to mention they were a whole lot safer. Isabella decided to get a bite to eat in the cafe before the dinner crowd rushed in. The dining car wasn't crowded as she entered. Only a few people here and there. Isabella was wearing a pair of dark slacks with a white shirt underneath a red vest. Her dark hair was cut extremely short in a way that framed her beautiful face clearly. She was about to grab a table when she saw someone sitting in the back. Someone familiar. Isabella paused, then, mostly out of curiosity, walked to the very rear of the dining room, where a woman sat at a booth, staring out the window. "Excuse me," Isabella said in her accented voice. "I'm Isabella Rossellini. Are you who I think you are?" "Celine Dion," the singer said, taking Isabella's hand. "I've seen some of your movies." She was dressed down, but still looked gorgeous, her dark hair brushing past her shoulders. She wore a simple blue suit that still accented her slim body. "Care to join me?" Celine asked. An hour later, night had fallen, the train cutting through the darkness. Celine and Isabella were just finishing up their coffees and talking about their recent separate projects. "I thought I'd do a little trip before winding up at Cannes," Celine said. "Rest my voice a little." "The *Titanic* song again?" Isabella asked. "Of course. God, *I'm* sick of it by now. I'll be glad when the new single picks up." "So are you with anyone on this trip?" "No. You?" "Just peace and quiet." "Really." A slight smile came to Celine's face. "Say, I've been working on a new song for a special album. Care to hear it?" "Why not?" Isabella leaned back in her seat. Celine cleared her throat and began to sing. It was soft, barely audible past the booth. Isabella couldn't make the words, but the tune definitely was catching. It was a soothing song, made all the more beautiful by Celine's voice. Isabella watched Celine as she sang, her gaze focused on those deep eyes. So deep. So very deep. Isabella kept looking into Celine's eyes and felt like she was falling. She felt incredibly relaxed, Celine's eyes calming her while the voice lulled her mind to relaxation. It was an amazing feeling, like nothing Isabella had gone through. She sat and watched Celine finish. Celine's voice died and she admired her results. Once again, that mysterious magical aspect of her larynx had done its work. Isabella sat before her, a dreamy expression on her face, totally spellbound. "Isabella, why don't we go back to your room?" Celine said. "Certainly," Isabella said in a soft voice. She stood up and began to walk back to her room, Celine following her. They walked through the hallways and came to Isabella's small room. Celine was happy to see that the bed had already been laid out and was ready. She worked her way into the small room and led Isabella in. They stood facing each other, Celine tugging at Isabella's vest, slipping it off. "It's all right," Celine said. "Just relax and trust me. You know you can trust me, don't you?" She moved forward and kissed the exotic actress. Isabella responded strongly, her instincts doing whatever Celine wanted. The two women stood liplocked for a full minute, both feeling their pussies wetten as the kiss continued. Celine lay Isabella down on the bed and began to undress her. She unbuttoned the shirt and lay it open, showing off the dark bra underneath. She slowly unzipped and pulled off Isabella's pants. She unsnapped the bra and let Isabella's pointed breasts come free. She kissed the nipples gently, putting her lips right over them, feeling them tighten under her tongue. Celine's hands ran over Isabella's chest, eliciting a moan from her mesmerized prey. After a few minutes of breast suckling, Celine stood up and swiftly undressed. Her awesome body uncovered, she lay on Isabella and kissed the woman again. She moved her hands down Isabella's body, tickling her belly before moving her hand into the panties. She slipped two fingers into Isabella's wet pussy and began to massage them. Celine manipulated the fingers, working them deeper into Isabella's pussy. Isabella moaned and withered on the bed as Celine worked her fingers in. Celine expertly slid her hand in and out of Isabella's twat, timing the movements exactly. Moments before Isabella would come, Celine moved down and pulled off Isabella's panties. She stuck her face into the dark lips and jabbed her tongue inside. She managed three licks before Isabella came onto her. Celine continued to lick until she was sure she had gotten all of the actress' juices and then broke off. Celine moved onto Isabella, kissing her again. She sat herself onto the entranced actress' face and lowered her pussy to Isabella's mouth. Isabella began to lick, slowly at first, then with more ferocity as her feelings took over. She lapped at Celine's lips, driving her tongue deep into the singer. Celine slowly gyrated on Isabella, working her pelvis as if trying to get her juices down faster. Isabella continued to lap away, willing to do anything to help her lover to orgasm. She ran her hands up and down Celine's breasts, returning the earlier massage. Celine thrust back as she came, spilling onto Isabella. They collapsed together and lay against each other, exhausted. The sun was ready to come up when Celine finally exited the room. She headed back to her own chamber, ready to get some sleep. She smiled as she thought of Isabella. Quite a beauty, possibly the best she'd met. Too bad she wouldn't remember anything. Celine walked down the car, humming to herself. She stopped halfway through. "I hate you, James Cameron," she muttered darkly. ______________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection