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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 3/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
I continued to feel up Charlize Theron's beautiful body, kissing
and sucking at the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the sides of her
beautiful face. Her eyes were lightly closed and her mouth slightly
parted as she moaned in pleasure at my touch.
Gently, slowly, I bent her over the glass coffee table before
her, her beautiful ass presented to me, parted to show her shaven cuntlips
and pink, puckered asshole. I held back a laugh as I thought over the
irony of the situation, here I was doing a Blondes and Brunettes special
and the last two blondes I'd had were both natural brunettes!
All humor soon left though, as the tantalizing view of Charlize
Theron's ass filled my vision and hammered into my head, now was the time,
now I was going to get me some Charlize!
I slid my hand under her waist, so that it was pressed against
the warm flesh of my arm rather than the hard edge of the coffee table,
then I guided the tip of my cock towards her pussy, thinking all the
time of the cameras beneath the coffee table, hidden from view but getting
a great look at her tits, squashed against the glass table, and the
underside view of my cock entering her cunt.
"Please!" moaned Charlize, feeling me slide my cock up and down
between her slit, she wanted so badly to get my cock inside of her, her
mind was screaming for it, and her body likewise.
"Ahhhh!" I groaned as I pushed forward and sunk fully inside of
her cunt, her velvet tightness spreading before me, encircling my cock
and squeezing down on it as she gasped in pleasure at the exciting, desired
intrusion.
I pressed in until my hips were pressed snugly against
her beautiful, curved asscheeks, then with a look of regret began to
pull back until just my cockhead remained inside of her. With a quick
lunge I plunged back deep inside of her, making her squeal out loud in
ectasy as I fucked into Charlize's hot, wet pussy.
"Ugh! OH! YES!!" Charlize sobbed happily, her body flushed and
dizzy from pure ecstasy as I pushed in and out again and again, sliding
my cock in and out of her cunt over and over.
Charlize squaled happily as my cock filled her to the brim,
then pulled out almost to the point of exit, leaving her feeling empty
and in need of more, before I slammed back in, causing another dizzying
wave of pleasure to ride through her sexy, sweaty body.
She let out grunts and moans of pleasure with every thrust, the
impact of my hips against her ass sending shockwaves of pleasure
throughout her entire body. She screamed, gasped, grunted and sobbed
out her pleasure as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her hard
and fast. She begged and pleaded me for more, more, always more, she
just couldn't get enough of my cock, she needed it, she had to have it,
and I was more than willing to give it to her.
The loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the room, accentuated
by Charlize's cries of passion, which increased my desire and my pleasure,
causing me to redouble the speed of my thrusts of my cock in and out of
her tight, clasping cunt.
Charlize threw back her head and squealed out her pleasure,
coming closer and closer to orgasm with each fucking thrust of my cock
into her cunt. I slammed into her and held for a second, my cock fully
buried inside of her snatch. I regarded her naked, sweaty body, grinding
back against mine, shaking with intense need and pleasure. I let a
breathless grin cross my face, then pulled back almost completely from her
cunt and slammed all the way back in.
I stopped again, and suddenly I had pulled totally out of her
cunt. She cried out in desperate need, not understanding why I was
no longer fucking her, but seconds later I had turned her around so
that I could look into her face and over her magnificent tits. She
spread her legs eagerly, her face a mask of laviscious lust and need,
her ass mashing against the glass of the coffee table, all of it being
captured on film.
I guided my cock into her soaking, juiced up cunt once again and
impaling her once more with my hard cockmeat. She groaned as I withdrew
my cock almost out of her pussy, making a wet, sucking noise before I
slammed back into her again, screwing the hot blond celebrity
with everything I had.
I slammed into her again and again, getting back into the former
pace. No longer squashed against the glass, her breasts wobbled and
swayed about on her chest before she reached up and began squeezing them,
twisting her nipples about in her fingers, tugging on them harder and
harder, screeching out in desire.
Her body glistened with sweat as I fucked her harder and harder,
slamming in and out of her cunt, her mind now nothing but a dizzying
wave of erotic pleasure, washing over any possible coherent thought
patterns. Nothing existed for Charlize Theron now but pleasure, the
pleasure of getting fucked, fucked by me.
Her continuous moans and gasps of pleasure were only broken up
when she stopped to suck in huge lungfuls of air, causing her chest to
rise and her breasts to look even larger. I leaned down and pressed
my tongue between her fingers and onto her nipple, sucking at the erect
flesh of her nipples as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her
hard.
Charlize screamed out louder than ever before, and slammed her
cunt up hard against my cock, her body lifting off the coffee table,
body arching as she hit her orgasm, her juices blasting out around my
cock which continued to plant itself inside of her snatch. Her body
finally unlocked and began to shake and shudder about as her flesh hit
the breaking point and her orgasm overtook any kind of control Charlize
might have previously been capable of holding over it.
My cock began to pulse and throb and I could feel my cum boiling
up within my balls. I groaned happily, my pleasure increased as she
orgasmed, I pulled my mouth from her breasts, grabbed her outstretched
legs by the thighs and pulled my head back, throwing back my back and
slamming my hips forward.
"YESSSS!!!!" squealed Charlize through gritted teeth, her hands
balling into fists as she rode over the crest of her orgasm.
"AHHHH!" I cried out, and then blasted my cum deep into her
pussy, shooting strand after strand of sperm into Charlize Theron's
cunt and crying out in pleasure as I came.
I fell back from between her legs with a low groan, my cock
pulling wetly from her juicy cunt with a slurping noise as I fell back
onto the couch, my body sweating heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly
as I tried to catch my breath.
Charlize lay on the coffee table, arms and legs akimbo, tits
rising up and down, face flushed with a radiant glow, sweat glistening
on her hot, naked body, juices dribbling from her open pussy, dripping
off the glass coffee table onto the floor.
"Shit," I groaned, sitting up a little too quickly and feeling
a wave of dizziness pass through me, my blood still centered mainly
around my crotch,"I don't think I could handle two days in that valley."
A corny joke, true, but after that incredible fuck, it was the
best I could have possibly come up with.
Australia - June 22nd - 2:37 PM.
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Dr. Paul Fischer, PhD, frowned slightly.
"And the dream returned the same night your husband came back?"
"Nightmare," Nicole corrected subconsciously,"And yes."
"Hmmmm," Dr. Fischer said, then said nothing more.
Nicole stared at him, waiting for him to say something, and
as she stared, her mind worked until finally she saw what he was getting
at,"You don't think that Tom coming back is the reason I had that dream
do you?"
Dr. Fischer leaned forward slightly, arching one eyebrow slightly,
before answering.
"I didn't say that, Nicole, do you think that?"
"That's ridiculous," she replied, a note of anger creeping into
her voice. Her first session with him and already she didn't like him,
despite the high recommendation of her Therapist in America.
"Is it?" replied Fischer, leaning back in his chair, Nicole
unconsciously leaning forward and chastising herself when she realized
what she'd done.
"Yes! To suggest that Tom coming back brought back the
nightmare...." she trailed off, looking at him as if to show just how
ridiculous the idea was.
"Yes?"
"Well what?" she snapped,"Are you trying to say that Tom is
the source of my nightmares? That, I don't know, somehow he represents
the stranger? That knowing he was coming back also brought back the
nightmare?"
"I'm not saying anything, Nicole," Fischer replied calmly, in
direct counterpoint to her rising voice,"You, however, seem to have
thought a lot about this possibility."
"That's ridiculous!" she snapped,"I love my husband, he loves
me, he'd certainly never do to me what.... what that man did to me in
my nightmare."
"And what exactly did he do, Nicole?" asked Fischer,"You were
rather vague on that point, I believe your exact words were,'He came into
my bed and made me do things I'd never done before,' is that correct?"
"I don't want to talk about that," she replied, uneasy now.
"Nicole, if you want me to help, if you want to get this nightmare
behind you, you have to trust me," Fischer said, and despite his calm
face, Nicole couldn't help but feel he was disappointed in her, and somehow
this made her feel bad,"I can't help you if you don't tell me everything,
ther can be no full treatment with only half the symptoms described."
"This.... this can't be revealed to anyone," she warned, still
uneasy, she didn't know this man, had first met him today, and he wanted
her to trust him.
"You have complete confidentiality," Fischer replied seriously,
his eyes staring into hers,"The Doctor/Patient relationship is sacred,
I gave an oath never to reveal what goes on in these sessions without
your permission, and I take my word seriously."
Somehow this reassured Nicole, and she nodded, before swallowing
dryly.
And then she told him everything about the nightmare.
Los Angeles - June 27th - 7:34 PM.
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"Ma'am, a phone call for you," said the Waiter, appearing next
to her with a black cellphone on a tray, almost as if it was her main
course.
Angelina Jolie sat in one of the classiest Restaurants in all
of Los Angeles, and one of the hardest to get into. Having Jon Voight
make the reservations certainly helped in not only getting in, but getting
a good table.
"Hello?" she asked, glancing up at the Waiter, who took the cue
and stepped out of earshot, waiting to get the phone back when she was
done.
"Angelina?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Dad?"
"Yes, good, I'm glad I got hold of you."
Angelina's father, the famous and extremely gifted Jon Voight,
was currently making a big comeback in Hollywood following a self imposed
exile during the sickness of his late mother, Angelina's grandmother. The
two were friends, despite Jon abandoning her and her mother when she was
only one year old, something which had led Angelina to take her middle
name as a surname in Hollywood, wanting to get by on her own merits rather
than because she was the daughter of Jon Voight.
"What is it this time?" she said with a smile.
"Traffic, believe it or not," he returned, and she could tell
that he was smiling to,"If I get in there at all it won't be till close
to 11, you might want to go ahead without me."
"Sure thing," she chuckled,"I brought cash."
They both laughed, her recent credit card problems had seen her
start carrying about cash.
"Love you, honey, I'll see you this weekend I guess," the famous
actor said.
"Okay, I'll probably just grab some takeout, bye Dad."
She disconnected and held up the phone for the Waiter, thanking
him as he took it from her.
"I won't be dining here after all," she told him,"My father has
been unavoidably detained."
"Of course, Ma'am, we hope to have you here again soon, of course."
She smiled, but it quickly faded, replaced by a troubled look.
"Ma'am?" asked the Waiter, frowning slightly.
"That waitress," Angelina whispered, indicating to her left,"How
long has she been working here?"
The Waiter turned and looked at the waitress several tables over,
a tall blond woman. He frowned slightly.
"I don't know that woman," he muttered,"I've never seen her
before."
"She's been following me about for days," growled Angelina darkly,
absolutely sure now that this waitress was the same woman who she'd seen
out of the corner of her eyes for days now, at the bank when she'd had
problems with her credit cards, at the telephone company after her phone
had been cut off, at the power company when the power at her home had
been removed.
"Stay here, ma'am, I'll inform the Head Waiter, he'll get The
Manager."
The Waiter moved away, and Angelina glared darkly at the fake
waitress, feeling her anger building as the events of the last few days
all built up within her. A red haze seemed to settle over her vision,
she felt so angry and suddenly she wanted to deal with this herself, not
to let someone else take care of the problem.
Her chair scraped along the floor as she got up, still glaring
at the waitress who had been stealing increasingly uneasy glances her
way. As Angelina began storming towards her, The Waitress turned about
and moved towards the kitchen.
"Hold it!" snapped Angelina, startling a few of the diners she
passed,"Hold it right there."
The Waitress didn't hesitate, she broke for the kitchen door,
and with a crazy feeling of elation and freedom, Angelina took off after
her.
The kitchen staff cried out at the intrusion as the blonde burst
across the floor, reaching behind her and scattering pots and pans all
over the floor. One of the chefs cried out in outrage as she shoved
past him, and seconds later he was spun about again as Angelina shoved
past him, her face flushed with a predatory excitement as she chased
the other woman down.
She slammed through the doorway, startled by the sudden drop in
temperature as she left the stifling kitchen and hit the relatively cooler
atmosphere of the outside.
She twisted her head about, the alleyway she'd found herself in
seemed deserted, until she looked the other way and saw the other woman
disappearing in the distance.
A surprisingly feral grin crossed Angelina's beautiful face and
she pounced after her prey, easily catching up to the woman, who was
clutching her side and wheezing painfully.
Angelina grabbed the woman by the back of the shoulders and spun
her about, not knowing what she planned to do but wanting to get a close
look at the face of the woman who'd been stalking her. She was startled
by the other woman's beauty, her features were striking, unique in a way
Angelina had never seen before.
The blonde stared at her with wide, frightened eyes, obviously
at a loss over this sudden turn of events, the shift of hunter to prey,
her lips were parted and she was breathing heavily, a light sheen of
sweat on her beautiful face.
"Who are you?" snapped Angelina,"Why have you been following
me?"
The woman stared at her with those same wide eyes, and Angelina
found herself sinking into them, huge limpid pools of bright intelligence
that seemed to suck Angelina in.
- She's so beautiful, - Angelina thought, surprised by her sudden
shift in thought patterns. Something about this woman reminded her of
Elizabeth Mitchell, the woman she'd had a sex scene with in Gia, for which
Angelina had won a Golden Globe.
She leaned forward, and her lips lightly touched the blond womans,
who stared at her in surprise, then returned the kiss.
As if the tactile contact had instigated some kind of flashback,
Angelina suddenly knew who the woman was, she knew her, she'd met her,
they'd talked together before.
It was Deborah Kara Unger!
"You... you're Deborah Unger," gasped Angelina,"Why have you
been following me."
- More importantly, - she thought to herself, - Why didn't I
recognize her until now? And why didn't the Waiter or any of the diners
in the restaurant recognize her? -
Indeed, in a city where Celebrity was everything, the idea that
a celebrity could pose as a waitress and go unnoticed was impossible.
"Because I told her to," said a voice behind her. Angelina spun
about and found herself facing a tall, dark figure in a long trenchcoat,
smoking a cigarette and generally looking very evil.
"Who are you?" she asked, his features backlit by the
streetlights, obscuring his features.
"Dear oh dear," muttered the man, shaking his head as he took
another drag on his cigarette,"You certainly are bad with faces, aren't
you."
He stepped forward, his face appearing from the shadows.
"YOU!" she gasped, seeing the man, knowing his identity
immediately,"What do you have to do with all this?"
"You'll find out," the man said with a grin, and lifted something
from his trenchcoat's pocket. Angelina gasped when he lifted the gun
and pointed it at her.
"No, don't!" she gasped in fear, even as he pulled the trigger.
She flinched reflexively, feeling the dull pain as the bullet
entered her, not hurting anywhere near as much as she thought it would.
- I must be in shock, - she thought, looking down at her chest,
where a dart was now protruding from her upper chest, - No, it was a
dart, a tranquiliz........ -
She collapsed to the ground before she could finish the
thought.
When Angelina Jolie awoke, she lay on a bed, stripped naked
with her arms and legs spreadeagled out, tied to the plain cot with
smooth, clean looking ropes.
"What's going on?" she gasped, her throat raspy.
"Back in the land of the living, eh?" said a voice, and the man
who'd shot her with the tranquilizer dart reappeared from the shadows of
the room she was in, his grin lewd as he stared over her beautiful,
naked body.
"What kind of sick game is this?" Angelina cried out, struggling
against the bonds holding her there,"Why are you doing this?"
The man moved to the side of the cot, running one hand over
Angelina's flank, making the beautiful 24 year old flinch back from his
touch. He chuckled at that.
"Soon you will beg for my touch," he laughed.
"Forget it!" she spat angrily,"If you think you can get away
with this....."
"Oh but I will," he laughed,"I've gotten away with it so many
times before, you see."
"What?" she gasped, confused.
"Don't you get it yet?" he asked, shaking his head ruefully, as
if trying to teach a particularly dim child,"Don't you know who I am?"
"Of course I do," she snapped, saying his name and his t.v show.
"Ah yes, but that's only scratching the surface," he laughed,
hunkering down on his knees,"You see, in reality, I am actually The
Celebrity Hypnotist."
Her eyes grew wide at this startling revelation. She'd been just
as engrossed as the rest of the country over The Celebrity Hypnotist
Trial that had seen Matt LeBlanc sentenced to over four decades of hard
time after his startling confession during Donovan Prescott's cross
examination. But was it possible, like some of the crazier tabloids
said, that the real Celebrity Hypnotist was still out there, while his
scapegoat, Matt LeBlanc, rotted in a Facility for something he hadn't
done.
"Oh yes," he laughed, seeing the fear in her eyes,"It's fear now,
but soon it will be lust, soon you will beg to suck me, to be fucked
by me, to let me do anything and everything that I want to to you."
"You're a fucking lunatic!" she growled at him,"You're not The
Celebrity Hypnotist, just some sad little para-celebrity with delusions
of grandeur!"
"You think so?" asked The Celebrity Hypnotist, smiling,"You're
just as headstrong as Deborah was, and look how she turned out."
Before Angelina's startled eyes, the man turned and motioned
towards the doorway of the small room they were in. Through it crawled
Deborah Kara Unger, completely naked, a look of raw, animal lust on
her face as she made her way on hands and knees to the CH's side, mewling
pathetically as he slid his hand through her golden blonde tresses.
"You will be like her soon, willing to do anything for me, willing
to let me do anything to you that I please, and you'll love every minute
of it."
The man walked to the foot of the cot and stroked his hand over
her legs, making her shudder in fear as she realized the helplessness of
her situation.
"Please," she whispered,"Don't rape me."
"Don't worry, darling," he laughed,"You'll cum a long time before
I do."
He got up onto the cot, his knees resting against the firm wooden
material. He stared all over her naked body, taken in her trimmed, shaven
pussy, her flat waist, firm, rounded breasts and beautiful face. He
was going to enjoy this.
DONK!
The heavy thud of wood against flesh was sickening, and moments
later The Celebrity Hypnotist's body was falling onto Angelina's, his
chest pressing against her firm breasts, squashing them against his
pectorals as his full weight was pressed onto hers.
Seconds later he was rolled off of her and fell to the ground,
moaning in pain.
"What?" gasped Angelina.
"Are you all right?" asked the Waiter who had brought her the
phone at the restaurant, concern etched in his face as he held the loose
board limply at his side, cracked and splintered after he'd slammed it
into The CH's head.
"What? How? Get me out of here!" she cried, deciding to put aside
the unanswered questions of how the Waiter had ended up here... wherever
here was.
"Sure," he gasped, then turned to face Deborah, who was rubbing
her forehead as if she had a headache,"You wanna help me over here?"
"What's going on?" the beautiful blond moaned,"I feel like I've
been walking through seawater these last few weeks."
"Forget that," muttered the Waiter, help me get her untied.
"That's Angelina Jolie?" muttered Deborah, unsteadily getting
to her feet,"What's she doing here?"
"Getting more and more pissed off!" snapped Angelina,"Hurry
up!"
"Calm down, your highness," snapped Deborah back, then helped
the Waiter to untie her from her bonds.
They lifted her from the cot, and she waved them away, wanting
to get to her feet herself.
"Where are my clothes?" she asked, looking about the small room
for any sign of the outfit she'd been wearing at the restaurant, there
was no sign.
"Come on, we'll grab some rainjackets from on deck," the Waiter
muttered,"I don't like it down here, I get claustrophobic."
"On deck?" asked Angelina,"Just where the hell are we?"
For the first time, she realized that the floor was tilting back
and forth ever so slightly, indicating they were on some kind of boat,
moored safely or anchored out somewhere on calm, smooth seas.
"On this freaks boat," replied the Waiter, pointing at The CH,
who was curled up in a small ball by the cot, gripping his head and
moaning quietly,"I came out in time to see him load you into the back of
his car. I didn't have time to call the police so I grabbed my own car
and followed you. When he showed up at the docks and got onboard this
boat, I knew I couldn't grab the Harbor Patrol like I'd planned, so I
swam after as he headed out and climbed onboard, luckily this thing
can be piloted by one guy, I think I can get us back to land."
For the first time, Angelina realized he was dripping wet, and
was touched by this unknown man's efforts to save her.
"Come on then, let's go," she said,"I think the police are going
to enjoy talking to this punk."
"We'll lock the door behind us," the Waiter nodded,"Keep the
perve trapped in his own cell."
"Not so fast," grunted The CH, staggering to his feet, glaring
at the three of them with baleful eyes. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small, black box with a red button on it.
"What the hell is that?" snapped Deborah, her mind her own again
after seeing him smashed unconscious,"A Star Trek Communicator?"
"Funny, bitch," snapped The CH,"No, this is a transmittor, wired
to explosives set around this ship. I had it prepared as an insurance
policy in case anything ever went wrong. One push of this button, and
thirty seconds later the ship blows up."
"And takes you with it," said the Waiter,"Bullshit."
"Maybe, maybe not," chuckled The CH,"I might have an escape plan,
or I might be crazy enough, vindictive enough, to try and take you all
with me as punishment for defying me.... you wanna try me?"
"Yeah, we do!" snarled Angelina, stepping forward defiantly. The
Ch gazed appreciatively down her body, and she stepped back quickly,
moving behind the dripping wet form of the Waiter.
"We're not scared of you," growled Deborah, also hiding her naked
body behind the Waiter's soaking body.
"Fine," chuckled The CH, then cackled madly as he slammed his
hand down hard on the button. He began to laugh maniacally, throwing
his head back and bellowing out laughter.
"Oh shit," said Deborah,"You don't think he's crazy enough...?"
"Let's not wait to find out," gulped the Waiter, and the three
of them twisted about and rushed into the dark corridors of the ship.
"Follow me!" cried the two beautiful celebrity women's savior,
leading them to the stairs which took them up onto the deck of the ship,
which was a small cargo ship of some type.
"How long has it been!?" gasped Angelina, her breasts rising
and falling heavily as she tried to regain her breath.
"I've no fucking idea," cried the Waiter, spinning his head
about wildly, looking for shore,"The fucker has taken us out to sea before
putting in anchor, we'll need a boat."
He rushed to the side of the deck, grabbing a small, orange
package, then turned to face the two beautiful, naked celebrities, his
face verging near panic.
"Okay!" he shouted,"As soon as I throw this thing, jump after
it, our time must almost be up!"
He didn't wait for acknowledgment, just pulled a small cord
on the package and flung it out into the cool night sky. Then he lept
onto the rail along the side of the deck and without hesitation leaped
into the air. Right behind him, Angelina and Deborah also launched
themselves through the air, and seconds later a huge WHUMP! filled the
air and the breath was knocked from their bodies as a huge wall of heat
flung them forward.
They hit the cold water hard, shocking them back to consciousness
as they sunk into the water. Both beautiful women immediately kicked
with their firm, toned legs and made their way back to the surface,
breaking the water and gasping for air.
End Part 3/4