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Going Under Simmone
By Anynom
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. I know she's not a big name but I liked her a lot on "Baywatch" and "Atilla" and MesmerEyes did some cool pics of her so here you go. A little short but hope you like it. Enjoy.
For great places to get away from it all, you could do worse than Hawaii. The gorgeous beaches, amazing natural scenery and overall laid-back mood was a welcome respite for any weary traveler and it was no surprise it was one of the foremost spots on Earth to get away from it all. Even for those who had already been here.
Simmone Mackinnon was hardly a stranger to Hawaii. The Australian model turned actress had spent a year making a season of "Baywatch" and had greatly enjoyed it despite being rudely dumped at the end of a single season. It had gotten her some exposure, helping her land the part of the female lead in the highly-rated USA mini-series "Attila."
Simmone was still better known in her native land than America but was hoping some new projects could help raise her star a bit. For now, she was perfectly satisfied kicking back in Hawaii and enjoying a long-overdue vacation. She'd seen a lot of the island during her time shooting "Baywatch" and knew the best places to get away from it all weren't the big hotels but just the little villas set in the middle of the islands.
Although she wanted a vacation, Simmone didn't want to go alone and so had asked Mic along. A fellow Australian, Mic and Simmone had been friends for a while, good friends but platonic, Simmone gently letting Mic's early advances down so they could hang out a bit. She'd promised a nice vacation so Mic was willing to go along with it although he had plans for more than just a little fun in the sun.
The villa Simmone had picked was a nice cottage overlooking a wonderful lagoon, a waterfall pounding down on it, remote but cozy, just what Simmone wanted. It had been a drive from the airport, but it was worth it as Simmone led Mic to inside of the house. It was wonderfully decorated, a two-level place, kitchen and guest room on the bottom with two bedrooms at the top.
"Well, be it ever so humble," Simmone said, her accent always giving Mic a little thrill. She was wearing a light white dress, the heat not so bad at the moment, a cool breeze blowing from the ocean side and brushing through the lagoon area, visible through the large patio door. Simmone reached up, brushing at her short curly red hair, her dress clinging well to her tall and shapely body.
"Yeah, it looks good all right," Mic nodded. He also had an accent as well as a strong and burly build with short black hair and a light pair of slacks and shirt. He put his bags down, moving over to join Simmone near the window. He glanced at her briefly, taking her in and then back out. "A bit far from the beaches."
"I think I've done a bit of beaches already," Simmone said lightly. "So, which bedroom would you like?"
"Can't do it together, then?" Mic asked lightly.
Simmone chuckled and shook her head. Mic could be such a tease with his little comments about them together. He knew it would never happen but he apparently loved to dream. "I'll take the top room," she said with a smile. "You can get the guest room."
Mic nodded but inside his mind was whirling. He couldn't take this anymore, couldn't take being so close to such a gorgeous woman and not have her. Simmone was a friend, that was for sure but he wanted so much more from her. And after a bit of study, he think he knew how to get it.
"Well, I think it's an old custom to get a little house-warming treat," Mic said, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. Simmone turned to see him holding up a clear medallion attached to a chain, the medallion lightly swinging before him. "Nice," Simmone said.
"It is," Mic nodded. "I picked it up a while back, wanted to wait for a good time to show it off, figured now was it."
"It's beautiful," Simmone said, watching it swing lightly before her eyes.
"Yeah, it is," Mic smiled. "You just want to watch it, Simmone, you just want to watch the medallion, watch the pretty medallion, Simmone, you just want to watch the pretty medallion. Just watch it swing there before Simmone, watch it swing side by side, side by side, just watch it swing, Simmone, just watch it swing before side by side, side by side. Just watch it like that, Simmone, just watch it like that, it's so beautiful to watch, Simmone, it's just so beautiful to watch."
Simmone's eyes looked at the swinging medallion, tracking its movements. Mic could see the little tricks he'd been using the last few weeks were paying off. He'd started with some little tests to see how suggestible Simmone could be, then moved to a light induction with Simmone not remembering it. Her falling asleep next to him on the plane was perfect, it allowed him to whisper thoughts into her subconscious, thoughts to relax when she saw this medallion, to relax when she saw it, just to relax.
"Relax, Simmone, just relax, just relax as you watch it swing, Simmone, relax as you watch it swing side to side, side to side, just relax, Simmone, just relax."
"Feel.....strange....." Simmone muttered, her eyes still tracking the swinging medallion as her body started to relax.
"Nothing to worry about, Simmone," Mic quickly said. "Nothing at all to worry about. Just keep watching the medallion, Simmone, keep watching it swing side to side, side to side and you're relaxing more and more. You trust me, Simmone, you trust me a lot and you know you can trust me as you relax, you can trust me as you relax, you trust me, don't you, Simmone, don't you trust me?"
"Yes....trust....you....." Simmone said softly, her face relaxing more as she stared at the medallion.
"Yes, Simmone, you trust me and you know you can trust me to let you relax, you can trust me to let you relax, Simmone. You can feel yourself falling into a deeper state of relaxation, Simmone, you're falling into a very, very deeply relaxed state and you can do this because you know you can trust me. You can trust me, Simmone, I'm a friend and you can trust me to let you relax, you can relax fully, Simmone, you can relax fully as you trust me. Just relax, Simmone, just close your eyes and relax, Simmone, just close your eyes and relax."
Simmone's eyes fluttered shut, opening, then shutting again, her body leaning against the glass door as she fell into a wonderfully relaxed state. Mic lowered the medallion, glad his guess on how good a subject Simmone was seemed to be on target. He looked at her, seeing just how beautiful she was, even more so now that she was in a trance.
Moving forward, Mic gently took Simmone by the hand and opened the door. "Feel the cool breeze, Simmone," he said. "Feel it and you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into this relaxed state, deeper into this relaxed state, Simmone, deeper and deeper into this relaxed state as you feel the breeze."
Mic watched as Simmone stood there, the wind lightly brushing at her dress. "Simmone, listen carefully," Mic said. "You want to take off your dress, you want to take off all your clothes, Simmone, you want to take off all your clothes and feel yourself relaxing more."
Simmone frowned and Mic hurried before her resistance grew too large. "Simmone, you trust me, you know you can trust me, you trust me very, very much, Simmone, you trust me very much. You know you can trust me to see you naked, you can trust me that much, Simmone, you can trust me that much and you know that, you know you can trust me that much." "Yes...." Simmone said. "Trust you....."
"Then trust me and undress, Simmone," Mic said. "Trust me and undress."
Slowly, Simmone reached up, undoing the buttons on the front of her dress to loosen them, then reached up and slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to a pool at her feet. She reached around and undid her bra, letting her breasts free. Mic's eyes widened as he saw her full and round breasts revealed, his eyes drifting down as Simmone bent over, her round ass to him as she slid her panties down to expose her red bush.
Mic took a moment to admire the now naked and hypnotized Australian and then spoke again. "Simmone, you are now deeply relaxed. Deeply relaxed and you know you can trust me, Simmone, you know you can trust me when you are this deeply relaxed, you know you can trust me, Simmone, you know you can trust me when you're this relaxed, don't you?"
"Yes....I trust you....." Simmone said.
"Yes, you trust me very much, Simmone," Mic said, leaning in and cupping her buttocks. Simmone let out a tiny gasp, then relaxed as Mic's hands kneaded her backside. "You trust me very, very much and you love feeling this relaxed and you know trust me makes you feel this relaxed. You love trusting me, don't you Simmone?"
"Yes...." Simmone whispered.
"You love being this relaxed by me, don't you, Simmone?"
"Yes......"
"You love me, don't you, Simmone?"
There was a aching pause, then she spoke. "Yes......"
That was all Mic needed to hear. Grabbing her, he turned her around and pressed his lips onto hers. Simmone answered slowly, her lips moving on his. Then her arms reached up and held Mic, holding onto him tight. What he hadn't known was that Simmone had always had a little desire on Mic but didn't want to ruin their friendship with lovemaking. Now, she was so lost in a trance, she had no such problems anymore and her desires came loose.
Mic's clothing left a trail on the stairs as he led Simmone up, their kisses growing more frantic as he led the gorgeous redhead into the main bedroom. He pushed them down on the bed, the two rolling about as they continued to kiss. Mic pushed Simmone down, looking at the entranced beauty and spoke. "From now on, Simmone, you'll want to be with me here."
"Yes....." Simmone whispered. "Stay with me.....Please....."
Mic leaned down, his mouth going to Simmone's wonderful chest, pressing her tits together as he licked the tight nipples, loving Simmone's groan as he did. He kept rubbing at her chest as he moved down, letting his tongue snake out and lick at her red-haired pussy. Simmone moaned as she felt Mic lick away at her pussy and rub her round tits. Her long legs clamped around his head, holding him in for him to lick away at her, his tongue greedily lapping at her red bush, cooing as he entered her pussy.
After a few minutes, Mic broke off and moved up. He parted Simmone's legs as he slid his cock into her pussy and began working at it. Simmone's moans grew as Mic's hands continued to knead and press on her breasts, pushing them together and pinching the nipples. Mic grinned as he leaned down and lay kisses on each nipple, suckling one tit briefly as he kept pumping at Simmone. She was in ecstasy, her red hair framing a face of pure lustful joy as Mic's big and strong cock worked its way into her. Mic grinned as he felt Simmone's legs hold him in tight, pulling him in with every thrust of his rod into her, working away at the gorgeous redhead as his long pent-up desires began to come loose. Mic let out a loud groan as he unleashed his cock, drowned out by Simmone's cry of joy as he came inside her, the bed shaking under their combined orgasm.
Mic pulled himself out of Simmone and moved his cock to her chest. He began to work it in between those gorgeous breasts, sliding them around her nipples and curves, trails of semen in its wake. Simmone sighed in contentment as he went, her hands reaching up and guiding his shaft, squeezing his balls. Mic knew a few more times and Simmone would be bound to him. He'd adjust her memory just before she went to sleep so when she woke up she would think she seduced him and the rest of their trip could be a wonderful lovefest that Simmone thought was all her idea, such as, say, walking around the villa completely naked if he wanted.
Mic would keep in a hypnotic trigger, "trance of trust" sounding good. He'd be able to have Simmone under if she was a little resistant and have her think any of their love fun was all her idea. Mic remembered the lagoon outside and it occurred to him that maybe he could have Simmone do a little waterwork not even "Baywatch" could think of.
THE END
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