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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
Peter couldn't believe his luck. He was, hands down, the single most blessed man in all of England. He had won a special contest from a British movie magazine. The grand prize: A night out with Elizabeth Hurley. Hugh Grant was out working on a movie and the actress would spend the night the way the winner wanted. Now, anyone else couldn't exactly live out their dream the way they wanted. But Peter could.
Peter was a small man, with glasses and a lanky complexion. He worked at a research lab just outside of London. His field was the study of special waves of energy, light and pulse on the human nerves and mind. Peter had just made a breakthrough that would easily get him the Nobel Prize and make him rich. But, Peter had to test it. And this contest was the perfect chance.
It had been a great night. Elizabeth was gorgeous, wearing a black dress with a nice cut along the side, leaving her long legs exposed. Peter was slightly disappointed when he caught a glimpse of a bra under her cleavage but hid it. It wouldn't matter anyway.
Dinner was wonderful as was the dancing and the night at the park. They posed for pictures, did an interview, then, like a gentleman, Peter insisted on taking Elizabeth back to her hotel. Her handlers seemed happy to leave them alone, allowing Peter to put his plan into action.
"I left something in your room earlier," Peter said. "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Elizabeth replied. Peter walked to a table near the bed and picked up a large box. "I know I should have given you this earlier, but it slipped my mind."
He handed the box to Elizabeth, who opened it. "My God! It's gorgeous!" Elizabeth pulled out a large green necklace. "You shouldn't have, Peter, really."
"No trouble," Peter smiled. "Here, try it on. I really want to see how it looks on you."
Elizabeth smiled as she slipped the necklace on. The instant it was hooked on, the necklace glowed a bright green. Elizabeth's eyes widened and seemed to go green. Then, her face went slack and her body relaxed. She fell back on the bed as the special neurological implants the necklace had placed on her skin swiftly overpowered her will.
Peter smiled and began removing his tux, knowing Elizabeth was in no condition to object, or react or even notice. Once nude, he leaned down to where the entranced beauty lay, running a hand through her long dark hair.
"Relax, Elizabeth," he said. "Do nothing until I command it."
He unzipped the side of her dress, opening it up. He pulled it off the limp form, then unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. He finally slid off her panties, revealing her perfect nude body.
"Elizabeth, put your feet up onto the wall." Elizabeth put both heels flat against the wall, raising her legs above the headboard of the bed. Peter moved in between her extended legs and slid his cock inside of her. He began to pump her, sliding his cock in and out of her passage.
Elizabeth didn't react at first, but soon the waves of ecstasy Peter was sending through her broke through her fogged mind. She groaned as she felt him in her and felt his face sliding along her chest, along her breasts, tickling her nipples, all the while his cock driving deeper and deeper into her. She gasped as she came, orgasming with him, her legs never moving from their position, the feet still stuck to the wall.
"On your hands and knees, Elizabeth," Peter ordered. He took a moment to admire the view of that great ass, then slid his hard member into it. He began to thrust it in and out, sliding it easily down the wet passage. Elizabeth arched her back slightly, her moans growing larger as she felt him in her. He grabbed at her ass, squeezing the buttocks until they were red, ramming himself in and out of her backside. Elizabeth's hands gave way and her face was thrust into the bed as Peter continued to nail her from behind. Her cry was muffled by the sheets as he shot his load into her.
Peter pulled himself out and rolled her over. He put his face in between her melon-like breasts and began gorging on them. Peter congratulated himself. The experiment was a stunning success and promised to give him a lot more fame and fortune, enabling him to meet all the right people. Who knows? Maybe he'd share the Nobel credit with Elizabeth.
THE END
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