The Celebrity Hypnotist – Corr. In Hollywood [Ch. 16]

Celebrity Hypnotist 16 Part 1/3.
by Dimitri

"What?"
"You heard me, Mr. Durant," replied The Judge, who was
probably just as irritated as The Lawyer in front of him,"The contents
of the truck are to be suppressed."
"You can’t do that!" gasped Durant angrily,"Our entire case
is based around that evidence!"
"Then I suggest!" snapped The Judge angrily,"That you either
develop a new base or see if you can work some kind of deal with Mr.
Prescott, either
that or you dismiss the charges against his client,
now both of you GET OUT!"
Donovan suppressed the desire to smile, instead he just thanked
The Judge and stepped out of his chambers, followed by a furious Stephen
Durant.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he roared at Donovan, slamming the door
behind him,"He’s going to get away with murder because of you!"
"Calm yourself down," replied Donovan smoothly, having learned
a great deal about suppressing his emotions after watching his Associate
McKenzie work numerous deals, appeals, reviews and cases,"If you have a
deal to offer, we’re willing to listen at least, but if you don’t come
up with something soon, we’ll be making a motion for dismissal."
"You’ve become just like them!" snapped Durant angrily,"Those
Lawyers we couldn’t stand so much when we were studying, the ones who
don’t care about right or wrong, justice or order, just lining their
own pockets and getting the guilty off!"
"Maybe if you’d done your homework," replied Donovan calmly,"You
wouldn’t have to stand here venting your rage at your own incompetence
over me."
He leaned forward, his face inches from Durant’s own,"It was lawyers
like you I couldn’t stand in law School, Stephen, ones who didn’t do their
homework and then blamed their losses on dirty tactics."
He turned and walked away smartly, leaving a stunned Durant
behind, whistling a merry tune.

The black man whistled a merry tune as he sauntered towards
Customs, two scantily clad, sluttish looking woman hanging off each arm.
He wore the most outrageous white trench-coat and massively oversized
denim
jeans which threatened to fall around his ankles with every step he took.
A
massive, flared white hat with a large pink feather adorning it rested
over
most of his head and nearly every one of his teeth was set with gold.
Behind him were three other scantily clad women, each dragging two
massive bags each behind them, sweating heavily from all the exertion.
"Oh boy, here comes a walking stereotype," muttered one of The
Customs Officers,"I think I hear my lunch-break calling."
"Forget that, buddy," sighed one of his co-workers,"This looks
like it could be a problem."
Several minutes later the majority of the people in The Customs
Area of the airport were watching as the Pimp angrily argued with the
Officers over their desire to check his bags. He claimed they were
racist, prejudiced and only perpetuating the myth of The Man trying
to push down and subjugate The Mother Race, The Black Man.
A Priest stepped into Customs and gulped slightly at the scene,
clutching his thin, threadbare bag to his narrow chest before edging
around
the angry Pimp and his Ho’s.
"My oh my," he whispered to the tired looking Customs Officer
who greeted him,"That young man seems to be causing some problems, doesn’t
he."
"You don’t know the half of it, Father," murmured The Customs
Officer, taking his bag and distractedly running it through The Bag-Check.
He noted the clothes, tooth-brush, Bible and gilt-framed picture that
showed up under X-Ray, then waved The Priest through.
"Bless you, my son," The Priest said distractedly, then moved
out into the airport, seeking out the inevitable Starbucks and ordered
a small cappuccino.
Half an hour later, he picked up his small carry-case and moved
into the toilet.
The Priest never re-emerged.

Leon Black stepped through the doors and waved his ‘whores’ away,
pulling the hat off and cinching his pants up, pulling his belt tight so
that they were no longer in danger of falling away. His trench-coat was
light, so he pulled it off and jammed it into a small carry-case that
had been inside the bags The Custom’s Officers had checked. They had gone
through his things with a fine tooth comb and found nothing, as he had
assured them they wouldn’t, and they had let him go with quizzical looks,
unsure if he really was a stereotype or just some man trying to make a
message…. perhaps he might even be a performance artist?
One of his whores handed him a thick black trench-coat which
blocked out the cold wind the city was so well known for and he pulled
it on, grinning at the way it hung off his muscular frame.
Which reminded him, he reached up and with a wrenching tug tore
his false teeth out, removing the gold foiled ones to reveal his own
perfect pearly whites.
"Styling," he chuckled, then threw his arms wide and spun about
with a laugh,"Damn baby! I’m in Chi-Town!"
Stopping sharply, he slammed hard into a slightly built man in jeans
and a sports coat. He dropped his carry case in surprise, while the other
man stumbled backwards and fell to his ass.
"You okay, m’man?" asked Leon with a broad grin, helping the
man to his feet and dusting him off,"No harm, no foul?"
"I’m fine, thank you," replied the man, bending down and picking
up one of the two carry-cases lying on the ground,"I must be going."
Leon just chuckled, picking up the much, much heavier carry-case
that had been left behind. With a satisfied whistle, he and his whores
moved down the street in the opposite direction of the former Priest,
chuckling at the thought that sometimes, the old tricks really were the
best.

"Welcome to Australia, mate," Tom Cruise said with a tired smile.
"It’s only funny once the movie’s come out, Tom," replied Kevin
Spacey smoothly, not amused at all by the reference from Tom’s current
movie, Mission Impossible II,"And besides, this visit is all business,
no pleasure."
They were in a tiny airfield hundreds of miles from anywhere,
on a small plot of land that Tom had bought under a different name. No
one knew Kevin was there except for Tom, himself and his two guests.
"So what now?" asked Tom, dropping his forced smile,"You want to
get some sleep? Something to eat? Jet-Lag can be a real drag I know…."
"We go see Fischer," snapped Kevin irritably,"We deal with this
immediately, then we go back to civilization."
He moved towards the waiting car, it’s doors wide open to take
some of the edge of the stifling heat when it’s occupants arrived. Tom
sighed and rolled his head back, clasping his forehead. The first of
Kevin’s guests moved past the action star without a word, the second
stopped
to give him a small peck on the cheek and smiled.
"Relax," she said,"He always gets irritable after a long trip,
once he’s gotten some coffee into him he’ll be his usual, charming self."
They all hopped into the car, rolling the tinted windows up and
putting the air-conditioner on full blast before heading out to see Dr.
Paul Fischer.

"Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to come into the
light."
I chuckled at the ridiculousness of the theme-song which ran over
the beginning of the tape I’d just placed into The VCR.
It was a quiet weekend, I had nothing planned, nothing to do,
no celebrities to fuck…. just your average lazy weekend.
The Millennium was coming and people seemed to be making a great
deal out of it. In about a month we would be living in The 21st Century
and everybody seemed extremely excited for no reason that I
could comprehend. I’d already been questioned by several journalists
over just what I’d be doing on New Years Eve and made the usual, boring
comments like,"I’ll be with my family," or,"Hiding in my Y2K shelter."
Y2K, ha! What a joke that thing was, the biggest money-making
scam I’d ever come across, and yet for all it’s obviousness people seemed
to be falling for it.
And so, with nothing else to do I’d decided to enjoy some of my
previous exploits and gone into my own private little vault, the only
Organization tapes in existence with my real face on them.
I leaned back in the chair and watched with amusement as the
opening credits of Baywatch started, once the most watched show on the
planet.
Not exactly for the high caliber of acting, though, I think perhaps
the generous showings of cleavage, buttocks and women jumping up and down
in water might have had something to do with it.
Still, who was I to complain, I made my real living by selling
tapes of sexual intercourse with female celebrities.
This particular film had been made at the height of the shows
popularity, before they started doing location shoots in Hawaii and
Australia to off-set growing costs. Pamela Anderson was the shows biggest
draw-card, but I had no real interest in her, for no reason I could
ascertain, she just didn’t do it for me.
Erika Eleniak, on the other hand, did – but she had left the show
in 1991 to pursue a career in the movies (yeah, that worked out!) – as did
two of the newer stars of the show, Yasmine Bleeth and Nicole Eggert.
Given the shows popularity, my interest in some of the actresses,
The Organizations interest in making money, it was only logical that
I do a Baywatch job. Getting hold of the three women was no problem
whatsoever, they were famous but not so much that it was impossible to
see them without going through Agents, Managers, Siblings, Hangers-On
and Personal Trainers. Each had been conditioned, each had the script
sitting in their heads waiting to be played out, now all that needed to be
done was to do just that, play it out.
And so, on one balmy Summer’s morning on a closed off stretch
of beach privately owned by one of The Organization’s Clients, we did.
The show started in typical Baywatch fashion, two of the girls
running along in their familiar red swimming costumes, large breasts
bouncing in slow motion, camera angles twisting to lovingly caress their
firm buttocks, heaving bosoms, tongues lightly licking across their
pink, soft lips…
It was almost like a beer commercial.
Cutting back to regular speed, the two girls slowed to a stop
and, with the stilted, forced acting which was a main-stay of the show,
started looking around wildly.
"Do you hear that?" Nicole asked, lifting a hand to her ear.
"Yeah?" muttered Yasmine, cocking her head,"I do."
The sound in question was a heavy panting, followed by low, forced
demands to,"Come on! Come on!"
"Sounds like CPR!" cried Nicole, pointing over a ridge,"Over that
ridge!"
The two beautiful women scrambled up the sand-dune, tripping
and falling down just as they reach the top, which was convenient to
say the least, since it enabled them to observe, unseen, what was actually
happening over the rise.
I lay on my back, the sand-dunes surrounding us on three sides,
the ocean making the fourth wall, giving us total privacy as Erika Eleniak
straddled me, humping her hips up and down, fucking her tight cunt up
and down over my hard cock. We were both panting and moaning and, every
so often, Erika would throw back her head and moan,"Come on! Come on!"
Nicole and Yasmine shared startled looks which soon became amused
as they turned to watch the incredibly sexy woman fucking herself up
and down on top of me.
I must say that for me, it was also an incredibly sexy feeling,
Erika’s cunt was tight and hot, gripping on my cock like a vice as she
slid herself up and down the length of my prick. I was cupping her huge
breasts, her fingers interlocked with mine as together we stroked and
squeezed her big, firm tits, tweaking her nipples, twisting and flicking
them with the ends of our fingers.
We both moaned with pleasure, I loved the feel of her velvety
snatch parting around my cock as I filled her again and again. She was
as glorious as I had expected her to be, her pussy tight and sucking,
the friction tight cunt-walls around my prick pure heaven, pulling me
inside of her, as if I needed any coercion!
She slid her hands down to my wrists, moving them off her large,
firm breasts and directing them down to the hot sand as she lowered her
body down, her breasts pressing firmly, hotly against my chest, kissing
me, our tongues twining together. She continued to grip to my wrists,
using me as an anchor as she moved her crotch erotically up and down,
gently rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down my cock, which
was glistening with her juices. Her nipples dug into my flesh, hot,
aching nubbins of pink flesh which felt wonderful against my chest. Her
tits were the real stars of the movie Under Siege, hundreds or thousands,
maybe million of teenage boys and grown men had gone back to the movie
again and again, rented it over and over from local video stores, worn
out the tape at that one point, scoured the Internet to find the movie
clip.
Steven Sea-who?
Her breasts pushed up and down slightly as she began working
her hips faster, sliding up and down my cock, her cunt slapping against
the base of my dick with each downswing. Her hips gyrated, creating
small circles as she pumped her crotch up and down my cock, causing long,
sexy moans to emanate from her lips with every break between our slow,
passionate kisses.
But they became more urgent, more lustful as our arousal grew.
She began to slide up and down my prick faster and faster, her ass
pounding
against my thighs, her cunt swallowing my cock again and again in it’s
vice-like grip.
Everything about her was sexy, everything made my lust grow,
from her beautiful, beguiling face to the feel of her huge breasts
squashed
against my chest to the enflamed look of lust in her face, the flush of
her cheeks, the way her hair hung lank and sweaty around her face from
her sexual exertions, the feel of her cunt, the warmth, hell, just the
sensation of her flesh on mine, her hands gripping my wrists, her smile
as she pulled slightly away from me, then lewdly leaned forward and licked
my face with a giggle.
She leaned back again, pulling my wrists up, pressing my hands
once again onto her firm tits. I eagerly squeezed and stroked them
making her loll her head back and moan with pleasure, pressing my hands
against her breasts, crunching her crotch down against mine, grinding
her pussy firmly onto my cock.
She lifted her ass up higher and higher, slamming back onto my
cock, grinding firmly into my crotch, threw her head back to get more
penetration, applying weight and pressure onto my crotch, driving us
both wild. She rose higher up my cock each time, slamming her cunt down
over and over, grinding against my crotch, lifting back up, her cunt-lips
pulled loose by the thickness of my cock, stuffing back inside when she
dropped back down.
Burying my cock fully into her again, she worked her cunt around,
pumping her ass up and down in tight circles, moaning happily, our fingers
working together on her nipples
"Come on! Come on!" she moaned,"Come on! Come on and CUMMMM!!!!"
"Oh yeaaah!" I gasped, feeling my own arousal building towards
an unmistakable orgasm. I closed my eyes and in my own head whispered
a word, setting off a chain reaction in my mind which shut off my body’s
responses to pleasure while drawing upon subconscious memory to provide
a placebo. This would allow me to feel an orgasm without actually having
one, letting me continue to fuck after ‘cumming’ where the normal man
would
just roll over and fall asleep.
And so I continued to ‘feel’ her cunt around my cock, the sensations
of her pussy sliding up and down my prick continuing to arouse me to
greater and greater levels as I felt her cunt-lips clasping around my
dick like a vice.
"Oh yes! YES! YES! YESSSSSSsssss.sss.sss.sss..ss..ss…s!!" hissed
Erika, throwing her head back, slamming her cunt down and cramming every
last inch of my cock inside of her.
She came hard, her juices spraying out between us, most of it
held inside of her by my cock, but after she ground herself down on me
for a few moments more she lifted herself up and her juices flooded over
our crotches, down my thighs and ass-cheeks to the hot sand below us.
Her cunt-lips squeezed down around my cock tighter than before,
milking me, driving me over the edge, mentally at least.
I groaned and slammed my hips up, our crotches mashing together
as I felt myself cum, even felt shot after shot of sperm shoot out of my
cock and deep up into her belly… despite the fact that nothing of the
sort was happening.
Erika squealed with delight and ground her cunt down hard as I
continued pushing my own hips up, our crotches mashing together, humping
hard and fast as we both spiraled down from our orgasms.
Finally our glistening, sweaty bodies relaxed and I collapsed
to the hot sand below, Erika falling over me, her huge tits pressing
firmly against my chest, her face falling into the crook of my shoulder,
legs spread wide on either side of my hips, my cock planted stiffly
inside of her cunt.
We lay like that for a few moments, and I began to lightly stroke
her hair until we both picked up on a familiar noise. Pants and moans of
pleasure were emanating from above us.
Erika lifted her head to give me a quizzical smile, which I
returned with a puzzled shrug, and then a startled squawk sounded from
above, followed by several gasps and pants as two figures tumbled and fell
down the sand-bank to land several feet away from us. Two incredibly
beautiful, naked figures, legs spread wide, eyes even wider as they
realized they’d been caught out.
To be precise, Nicole Eggert and Yasmine Bleeth.

"Tony, they might bring in the old lady to testify," Donovan said
to Anthony Gorman, his Second Chair,"I want to be rock-solid on what she
has to say, no surprises, stress the fact that she’s 87, has bad vision,
that sort of thing."
"I can ask around the Apartment Building about her," Tony noted,
writing all his stray thoughts into a note-book as always,"See if she
had any problem with Alistair, maybe he didn’t fix her heating on time
or something, perhaps she has a reason to ‘think’ she saw him."
Donovan paused slightly, frowning, then shook his head.
"We don’t need to go so far, Tony, it’s an old lady, a character
assassination might make us look like bullies to the Jury, the Defense
will play on that, make US look desperate, like we have something to
hide."
"Okay boss, I’ll just research the facts."
He made an odd clicking noise and flashed a sardonic ‘o’ with
his thumb and forefinger before leaving the Office. Donovan frowned,
unsure just what Tony had meant by that last statement, he was an odd
fish, inexperienced in Court but technically brilliant. As long as you
didn’t hit him with something unexpected he was cool and calm, exhibiting
the best traits of his father, the academic, highly researched Burt
Gorman,
and the second of three Partners in The Firm, the charming, smooth,
manipulative, political Alex McKenzie.
So was Tony just being glib, or had it been a legitimate claim,
that THIS time he would just research the facts.
Donovan shook his head with a rueful smile, realizing that Durant
had gotten deeper under his skin than he’s realized. He had a Client to
get off, and was just letting himself get distracted by pointless avenues
of thought.
All that could wait, however, he had to get out to The Four
Seasons for a lunch date with Alex, and he didn’t want to be late, the
food was expensive but good, and hey, it was all on The Firm’s payroll!

Leon stepped into the Bar and almost recoiled at the smell. It
was old and ingrained, sweat, beer and nuts, as if the place had never
had any air since it opened – if you believed the sign above the door – in
1932.
With some reluctance he let the door shut behind him and moved
inside, squinting to try and get a better idea of his surroundings. It
was dim but at least light outside, in here there were only a couple of
small windows letting in the barest modicum of light.
"Dark, dank and spooky," chuckled Leon,"A drunkards paradise."
"Whadafuk!" growled The Bartender, a short, evil looking man
who eyed Leon suspiciously, one hand sliding beneath the bar where most
likely he kept a shotgun.
"No thanks, I don’t want a fuck," chuckled Leon, pretending he
had misunderstood the man’s words. He looked around the bar and finally
spotted who he was looking for, with a grin he moved to the table and
slid in to the opposite stall.
"Fukawf," mumbled the big man sitting over a small scotch,"I don’t
want any crack."
"Man I look around and all I see is prejudice…" sighed Leon
with a rueful grin, then he actually did look around,"That, and cobwebs."
"Whaddya want?" grumbled the big man. He looked like a typical
thug or bruiser, with a big sloping forehead, crooked nose, powerful chin,
a thick neck that seemed to disappear into his chest. He was dressed in
clothes that, while not overly stylish or expensive, were of a fine
weave and sturdy design. Here was a man, then, who obviously had money
but not a job which required him to be at work during the day. Given
his appearance and obvious lack of a higher intellect, this drastically
reduced his possible job to some kind of Mafia thug…. or, as Leon
himself knew better, The Organization.
"I’m here to ask some questions for Mr. Robinson," Leon said
smoothly, leaning back in his chair,"Mr. Robinson requires answers…"
"…. and Mr. Robinson gets what he wants," grunted The Thug,
eyeing Leon a little more respectfully now. The code they had
just exchanged let them both know they were Organization men, and The
Thug knew Leon was obviously a higher up.
"Come with me…. Vito?" asked Leon, standing up.
"Vito," nodded Vito.
"How…. stereotypical," chuckled Leon.
"Look whose talking," grunted Vito, and after a moment of surprise,
Leon laughed.

"I have convinced her that the stranger in the dream represents
yourself, Tom," Dr. Fischer said smoothly to the four assembled in his
Office. It was a Sunday and the building was deserted, they had it all
to themselves,"And that the dream was a carthesis for her willing
acceptance
from you to engage in anal sex."
The woman allowed a smirk to briefly flit across her lips, but
said nothing.
"Her mind around this subject is surprisingly malleable, my guess
would be as a hold-over from the hypnosis she was subjected to," Dr.
Fischer continued,"I simply reinforced her prior beliefs that anal sex
was in some way wrong, or dirty, and that in her eagerness to please her
husband her mind created the dream sequence with ‘The Stranger’ to allow
her to let Tom engage with anal sex with her in the future. You see,
she had to be ‘forced’ into it to allow herself to enjoy it, it was
simply her minds way of getting around the impasse when it came to anal
intercourse."
"Let’s cut the bullshit," snapped Kevin,"She no longer believes
a stranger came into her room and butt-fucked her, right?"
Fischer blanched slightly at this direct approach,"She now knows
it was simply a dream, her minds way of getting around her reluctance
in respects to anal intercourse."
"And you’re positive about this?"
"Absolutely, Nicole has been nothing but truthful with me about
this, as her Doctor she knows she can trust me."
Tom couldn’t help but laugh at the irony inherent in
this situation, they were trusting in the word of a man who had come by
his knowledge by betraying the trust between Doctor and patient.
"Good," muttered Kevin, then nodded to the large man sitting
beside him, his other guest.
The big man nodded, reached into his jacket front, pulled free
a gun with silencer attached and shot Dr. Fischer directly between the
eyes.
The room was absolutely silent for a few moments, then Kevin
got up and stretched.
"Dispose of the body, leave the evidence that we brought, then
head to the airport and go straight to Jamaica. Enjoy the sun for a few
months, then when you get the call, come back to New York."
The big man nodded, moving quickly and efficiently around the
office, going into his carry case to pull out a note, then moving to the
filing cabinets to add several patient files.
When Dr. Fischer hadn’t been heard of for a few days, the police
would quickly discover the sad tale of a Psychiatrist blackmailed by a
young male patient who had seduced him into an affair, leaving him with
no choice but to liquidate his assets and flee the country to avoid
humiliation and having his Doctorate stripped.
Had The Doctor been even a little suspicious, he might well have
noted that despite the heat, all the occupants of the room had been
wearing gloves.

Yasmine and Nicole had been watching myself and Erika with great
interest, stifling giggles into their hands, nudging each other with
their elbows as they lay on the hot sand, squirming about with amusement
as they watched Erika humping herself onto my cock.
Their squirms quickly changed from amusement to slight arousal,
their giggles to a slight rise in the pace of their breathing. Both women
tried to hide their arousal from the other, no longer nudging each other,
simply lying on the sand, their large breasts squashed into the hot sand,
their tight asses compacting together as they involuntarily squeezed their
buttocks together, drawing the thin material of their red Lifeguard
costumes
up into their cracks.
They would have presented an incredibly erotic sight to anyone
who might have been watching, two sexy women lying side by side in skimpy,
skin-tight swimming costumes hunching their asses up and down, starting
to pant with desire as they watched a third beauty fucking herself onto
my cock.
Celebrity Hypnotist 16 Part 2/3.

That, of course, was the camera shot we were getting, as well
as a score of others which would eventually be edited together to create
the final tape, of which only I would get a copy. The edition
The Organization got would feature a computer-generated image of a
different
celebrities face and body over mine, not that anybody but me would ever
know the difference.
Nicole turned to face Yasmine, both their faces flushed with
arousal, their faces turning redder with embarrassment as each saw the
other’s desire.
"It’s uh… getting hot," Nicole mumbled pathetically.
"Yeah ummm, hot, yeah," replied Yasmine, then lowered her eyes
slightly,"I suppose we should…. you know, try to cool off."
The logical thing to do would have been to move away from me and
Erika, move down to the ocean and cool off.
That would be the logical thing to do.
So, of course, the two women peeled the shoulder straps of their
costumes down and rolled their uniforms down to their waists, their large
breasts spilling free, pressing into the hot sand, their erect nipples
aching with pleasure against the sizzling ground, causing both women to
gasp.
"Sand’s hot…" murmured Nicole.
"Yeah, hot," replied Yasmine, eyes half closed. They both went
back to watching as Erika pounded her cunt onto my crotch, both women
half humping their own hips slowly up and down against the sand.
"Oh man…" groaned Nicole after a few more minutes of this, and
reached down, grabbing her costume and lifting her hips, pulling her
costume
down over her shapely ass, past her smooth thighs and calves, kicking it
a few feet away,"Oh that’s so good!"
She lay completely naked now, enjoying the feel of the hot sun on
her body, legs spread lewdly, ass raised, tits pressing into the ground.
When she’d first started on Baywatch she’d already been incredibly
attractive, then she’d gotten breast implants which had only served to
accentuate her beauty. Rather than getting overly large ones which always
looked so fake and unarousing, she’d maintained proportion with her own
sexy body.
"What are you doing?" gasped Yasmine, seeing Nicole’s full nudity
and feeling a jolt of arousal flash throughout her entire body.
"So hot!" moaned Nicole, rolling over onto her back and pressing
her hands between her legs, cupping her cunt-mound,"So hot!"
"Oh fuck!" grunted Yasmine, her body becoming giddy with
voyeuristic arousal at the combination of watching Erika fucking herself
onto me and now Nicole masturbating right next to her. She grabbed her
costume and, with desperate abandon, pulled it off of her body and dragged
it down her legs, letting it fall off of her foot before she thrust her
own
hands between her legs and began jerking off as well.
The two of them lay side by side, masturbating furiously before
they shuffled over closer to each other and rolled their heads together,
kissing passionately, tongues sliding between lips and over each other
as each hot Baywatch Beauty explored the other’s mouth.
Their hands pulled out of their cunts and they closed around each
other, rolling together, large breasts squashing together, thighs sliding
between thighs, hands grasping buttocks as they kissed each other, moaning
happily into each other’s mouths.
An exhilarating, giddying sense of sexual freedom permeated their
minds and bodies as they gave in to pleasure. They rolled around together,
moaning in ecstasy as they drew closer and closer to the edge of the sand
bank.
They pulled their mouths away and smiled at each other, and then
both let out a startled squawk as they went over the edge, letting out
shocked gasps and breathless pants as they tumbled and fell down the
sand-bank, landing several feet away from myself and Erika. They sat on
their asses, legs spread wide, eyes even wider as they realized they’d
been
caught out.
"Uhhh, hello?" I said.
"Uhhhh, yeah, hi," replied Nicole after a few moments.
We sat silently for what seemed an eternity, and then we all burst
out laughing at the ridiculousness of our situation. That seemed to break
the ice and we began talking, trying to explain our situations all at
the same time, after a few moments of this we realized we were getting
nowhere and started laughing again.
After we had all calmed down I finally asked the question on
all our minds.
"So what now?"
And Yasmine, Nicole and Erika all exchanged devilish little
looks that, despite it’s scripted nature, sent a thrill throughout my
body.

"What do you want!" snapped the old woman, peering through the
keyhole suspiciously,"I’m not interested in buying anything!"
"Relax Mrs. Joyce," said the man at the door, holding up his
card before the keyhole,"I just want to talk to you for a few moments
about a proposal which may well prove beneficial to us both."
She hesitated for a few moments, then undid the chain, turned
each of her seven locks in turn and opened the door, letting Anthony
Gorman into her small apartment.

"What’s going on here?" asked Vito, staring around the large,
empty warehouse in confusion,"Why are we here."
"We need some information," Leon said easily, moving through the
huge empty space of the empty warehouse,"Follow me."
Vito pulled his trench-coat tighter around him and followed the
casual Leon to a large, dusty looking machine which had obviously been
some non-integral part of whatever used to be made here. Leon pulled a
panel free, twisted a knob in a particular manner, causing the machine
to grind across the floor, revealed stairs leading down beneath the
warehouse.
"What is this, a James Bond movie?" asked Vito sourly.
"Yeah, I’m the first brother to play Bond," chuckled Leon,"Come
on Vito, let’s go."
They walked down the stairs, the machine closing over them as a
light lit up their passage. They moved down to the base of the stairs,
where a large metal door awaited them, a small electronic keypad set into
the wall beside it.
Leon sighed, rolled his head back and lightly moved his lips,
making sure he had the number right before he punched in a 20 digit
combination, opening the door.
He stepped in and then aside, and Vito moved through as well,
eyes widening as he took in the sight of two men very well known to him
manacled into chairs, heads on their chests, eyes glazed and drugged.
"Tony? Gino? What the fuck is this?" growled Vito.
Leon stepped up beside him and stabbed the syringe into Vito’s
arm, pumping the contents into his bloodstream.
"What the fuck!" gasped Vito.
"Vito, you’re repeating yourself," chuckled Leon,"Why don’t you
be a good boy and go to sleep."
"Far-karrrr!" growled Vito, slurring his words, heavy arms slowly
reaching towards Leon’s necks before he fell to his knees, then slumped
forward onto his face.
"Quite a constitution on that one," muttered a pasty faced man in
a white lab-coat, thin to the point of emancipation,"Get him into a chair,
I’ll take care of things from there."
"You got it, Madman," chuckled Leon, then with great effort hefted
Vito up and into the chair,"You’re The Mad Scientist here."

"What do you think?" she asked Kevin as the plane took off again,
leaving Tom behind. They had been in Australia less than three hours
and were already on their way back to America, but thanks to the wonders
of International Datelines would arrive in America at roughly the same
time they left Australia.
"About what?" muttered Kevin, understandably irritable after
such a long flight.
"About this whole nightmare thing, something he assured you and
your predecessor would never happen."
"I think Tom isn’t telling us the whole truth," replied Kevin
after a moment,"Dr. Fischer told us Nicole’s mind was remarkable malleable
around the subject, and that’s never been the case before. My predecessor
organized tests on a range of his subjects, none showed any indications
of even the barest scrap of memory, manifesting in strange behavior,
bizarre dreams and nightmares or anything of the like."
"So what isn’t Tom telling us?" she asked.
"He was supposed to run a series of tapes prepared for him for a
certain amount of time and he was instructed to follow instructions to the
letter, of course you know how Tom reacts to being ordered about….
especially by somebody as ‘charming’ as our beloved Hypnotist."
She sighed with a nod,"It’s like two dogs pissing on the same
tree…."
"You just end up getting splashed with your own urine," chuckled
Kevin.
"So you think Tom didn’t follow instructions."
"No, and it caused Nicole’s problems," he chuckled,"In a way Dr.
Fischer was right, Tom was the root of the problem."
"The question now is, are all the loose ends sorted?"
"Dr. Fischer is out of the way, Nicole is convinced thing are all
right, I don’t think there are any loose ends to worry about, Dr. Fischer
was convinced Nicole had told him everything on her mind and hadn’t told
anybody else about her concerns."
She settled back in her seat.
"So," she asked,"Do we just go on with things like normal, then?"
He smiled at her, settling back in his own seat.
"You know my feelings about that, Leon’s in Chicago following up
a few leads, I won’t make a move until I have all the information."
She frowned slightly, then left it alone, lying back in her chair
and settling into sleep.

Nicole allowed a long, low moan to escape her sexy lips as she
felt Erika’s fingers slide slowly, seductively between the juicy, slippery
lips of her tight cunt.
"You want him to fuck you, don’t you" whispered Erika into Nicole’s
ear with a grin, the two of them watching as I slammed my cock into
Yasmine
Bleeth’s cunt.
"Oh yessss," hissed Nicole, eyes rolling back in their sockets,
biting her lower lip as she hunched her cunt forward against Erika’s
probing fingers.
"You’re not going to believe how good his cock feels inside of
your cunt,"Erika whispered into her ear, nibbling lightly at her
lobe,"You’re going to cream yourself again and again, and again and
again!"
Nicole just panted, eyes fixed on watching me fucking her friend
and co-star while Erika finger-fucked her drooling cunt, standing behind
her, pressing her own crotch into Nicole’s curved ass, her large breasts
pressing against Nicole’s back.
Erika grinned, whispering obscenities into Nicole’s ear as she
continued fucking her with her fingers, telling her what they were going
to do to her, how they were going to make her cum again and again, fuck
every hole in her body, use her to get them off, grind their cunts against
her face, have me fuck her between her tits, use her body for their own
pleasures.
With a final tug at Nicole’s lobe, Erika moved around to face
Nicole, pressing her breasts against the other woman’s, lightly kissing
her lips before lowering herself down, tugging lightly at Nicole’s nipples
with her teeth, then kissing down her flat stomach until she was on her
knees before her, pressing her face firmly into the blond beauty’s juicy,
shaven cunt.
"OH!" gasped Nicole excitedly, grabbing Erika’s head as the
older woman slid her tongue deep up into her juicy snatch, at the same
time
sucking at her juices with her lips.
"Oooohhhh yesssss," moaned Nicole, pressing Erika’s face into her
pussy as her tongue moved and twisted about inside of her pussy, plunging
again and again between her shaven cunt-lips.
Nicole spread her legs as far as she could without falling over,
thrusting her hips forward and forcing Erika’s tongue deep into her
boiling,
greedy snatch.
She felt her legs trembling with lust, making it difficult for her
to stand as Erika’s mouth did exciting, wonderful things to her drenched,
sucking pussy. She clutched firmly to Erika’s head to anchor herself,
humping her pussy forward, her breasts squashed together by her arms as
she intently watched me slamming my cock in and out of Yasmine’s cunt.
"OH FUCK! ALL READY!?!" gasped Nicole in shock, slamming her
cunt hard into Erika’s face as she orgasmed, legs spreading even wider,
hands clutching into Erika’s hair as she humped her hips into Erika’s
face, coating it with her glistening, wet juices as the older woman
eagerly ran her mouth over Nicole’s cunt, swallowing as much of her juices
as she was able.
Off to the side I had already brought Yasmine to an orgasm as
well, pretending to cum myself by using the same mental trick I’d pulled
earlier on Erika. I’d rolled off of her, pulling my cock out of her
cunt with a sucking, squelching noise before settling on my back to
allow myself time to recover.
Yasmine Bleeth lay next to me, legs spread lewdly with a smug,
satisfied look on her face as she watched Erika’s ass twitch from side
to side as she eagerly ate out Nicole’s climaxing pussy, slowly
squeezing Nicole’s firm buttocks.
Nicole stared at the two of us with fixated eyes, her own orgasm
prolonged by the expert administrations of Erika’s talented, skilled
tongue. She continued to work her hips in smooth, rolling circles, sliding
her cunt against, over and around Erika’s face.
Finally Erika pulled her face away and grinned her glistening,
juice covered face up at Nicole.
"Let’s join them, shall we?" she suggested, and with a
breathless nod of her flushed face, Nicole agreed.
The two hot, sexy and naked Baywatch Stars got up and moved hand
in hand to where Yasmine and I lay. Nicole’s eyes were fixed firmly on
my cock and with a grin I motioned her to take her seat.
She didn’t have to be told twice and was quickly straddling my
thighs as I gripped my cock in place, holding it steady so that Nicole
could lower herself onto my prick.
As Ms. Eggert did this, Erika was getting onto all fours and
pressing her mouth into yet another Baywatch Star’s cunt, this time
Yasmine Bleeth’s.
The brunette gasped in delight, her body still sensitive after
her orgasm and the good fucking I’d given her. She slid her hands over
her firm breasts, squeezing them before she began to tug at her erect
nipples, lifting her ass off of the hot sand to work her cunt up into
Erika’s sweet, sucking mouth.
"OOooooohohhhhh yessss.ssss..sss…ss.s.s.s!" hissed Nicole
as she felt my cock part inch after inch of her cunt, cramming her fill
with my dick.
"Oh yeah," I moaned, then lifted my hips, lifting her body as
well, filling her with more of my cock, burying my cock entirely inside
of her snatch.
Erika continued to eagerly tongue Yasmine’s juice filled cunt,
grinning greedily as she worked her fingers into her own pussy, fingering
herself as she ate out Yasmine’s cunt, her tongue curling and twisting
about inside of the other woman’s pussy.
"Oh yes! Yes!" cried Yasmine happily, one hand moving off her
tit to grab the back of Erika’s head, the other sliding over her flat
stomach before she started to frig her clit. She jerked her crotch up
into Erika’s face with frantic desire, her excess juices dribbling down
Erika’s chin, mixed with Nicole Eggerts.
Still grinning, Erika slid one hand under Yasmine’s ass and after
a moments resistance, started to finger Yasmine’s puckered little asshole
as her other hand left her own clit and moved to Yasmine’s, sliding up
into her snatch, finger-fucking both her holes, joining her tongue and
driving Yasmine wild.
"OH! OH! OH! YES! YES!" cried Yasmine, her body spasming beneath
Erika, a climax building up within her. She ground her cunt firmly up
into Erika’s face, her asshole clamping firmly around Erika’s finger,
her cunt creaming and juicing all over Erika’s tongue and fingers as she
humped firmly up against the beautiful blonde’s drenched face.
Erika’s tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own, pumping with
erotic abandon, driving up into Yasmine’s juicy, flooded fuck-hole,
sliding
over her own fingers.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!" Yasmine gasped as
Erika continued to suck expertly on her climaxing cunt, driving her crotch
up again and again into Erika’s face.
Erika could feel it, could taste it, her mouth filled
with Yasmine’s tasty juices. Her tongue was flooded with tasty,
flowing juices and she gurgled with delight as she continued to lap and
frig and fuck Yasmine’s Bleeth’s hot pussy with her tongue.
Yasmine’s body was shaking and quivering, her magnificent body
shuddering and spasming as her orgasm built and built, hips slamming
wildly into Erika’s face, buttocks clenching firmly as she raised her
ass off of the sand, causing her asshole to close tightly around Erika’s
invading finger.
Erika’s mouth was filled with yet another deluge of the other
woman’s cunt juices, the stuff running all over her face and cheeks,
down her chin, up her nose, everywhere. She rubbed her face playfully
into Yasmine’s cunt-mound, stabbing her tongue and her fingers as deep
into the hot Baywatch Star’s quivering fuck-hole as she could, driving
her nose into the other woman’s clitoris.
"OH FUHHHHCCCCKKKKK!!!!" gasped Yasmine, her legs stiffening
out on either side of Erika’s pussy as she gripped the back of her head
and slammed her cunt up hard into the blonde’s cunt. Her ass dropped back
down after what seemed an eternity of an orgasmic high and she made a
few more slight humping thrusts of her cunt into Erika’s face before
her body settled down and she just lay there, arms draped on either side
of her, finger lightly pressed between her lips as Erika hungrily gobbled
up the last of her flowing juices, continuing to finger her anus with one
hand, the other in her own cunt now as she ran her tongue in long, broad
strokes up between Yasmine’s shaven cunt-lips.
Nicole Eggert, in the mean time, was loving the feel of my cock
as it slid up into her tight snatch. She was squatting over me, slowly
lowering herself again and again over my prick, savoring the moment of
total penetration for a few moments before lifting herself back up and
then stuffing herself to the brim once more on my throbbing cock-shaft.
As the horny young star of Baywatch began to increase the pace,
sliding herself up and down my cock, bouncing up and down on top of me
as she giggled and threw her arms back, sliding her hands through her
blond hair as she worked her hips in tight, grinding circles.
I, of course, was loving it, thrilling to the wonderful sensation
of getting every inch of my cock inside of the tight, velvet sheath of
her steaming pussy. My cock seemed to be pulsing and throbbing inside
of her, milked by the slippery cunt-walls of Nicole’s tight slit,
enfolding
me in her hot, wet fuck-hole.
Nicole’s tight little pussy was clinging to the contours of my
prick, her cunt-lips so tight around me that they pulled out with each
upward lift of her body before she would slam herself back down onto
me, stuffing them firmly back inside of her.
She leaned over me, planting her arms on either side of my head,
giving me access to her firm breasts. I grinned and lifted my head,
cupping her tits with my hands, holding them in place as she fucked
herself
up and down onto my cock while I slowly sucked and nibbled at her erect
nipples.
It didn’t matter how many women I’d fucked (and I’d fucked one hell
of a lot!) and it didn’t matter how famous they were (and I’d had them
all, Movie Stars, T.V Stars, Musicians, Models, Artists, Business women,
hell, even Royalty!) I just couldn’t get enough. Every time I felt the
snugly gripping wet heat of a pussy around my cock it drove me wild, it
was something I could never feel jaded about. The feel of tits in my
hands, inside my mouth, around my cock was so amazing, as was a woman’s
mouth, her cunt, her ass, hell, everything about them drove me wild and
I made no apologies for how I went about getting them. They were sexy
as hell and I wanted them all, and there was no way I could get every
one of them without my skills, my connections and my complete lack of
morals.
Nicole whipped her tight ass from side to side, pumping her hips
up and down on my hard prick as she twisted her waist, increasing the
friction on my cock as she ground herself onto my dick. I hunched my
hips up to meet her, my hips connecting with her ass as it dropped, my
cock pounding deep into Nicole Eggert’s tight, sucking pussy.
My cock filled her again and again, her juices running over my
cock, glistening with her juices as I plunged into her again and again,
her cunt-cream flooding both our crotches as she thrust her chest forward
to get more of her tits into my mouth.
She gasped with pleasure, her eyes and mouth wide open
as she twisted her head to watch Yasmine getting eaten out by Erika,
grinning happily as she heard Yasmine’s moans and squeals.
"Oh yes! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Nicole gasped, each ‘fuck’
accentuated by my cock pounding into her cunt.
I rammed up into her harder, stuffing her squirming little snatch
full, grinding against her as both of our arousal grew, waves of pleasure
rocketing through our bodies as I slammed into her humping, sucking
cunt again and again.

Celebrity Hypnotist 16 Part 3/3.

Once again I pulled my little trick, cutting off my minds ability
to process pleasure while at the same time replacing it with subconscious
memories of other climaxes I’d had.
So, as Nicole continued to grow towards orgasm I also felt the
same building pleasure, even though in reality my body’s reserves were
relaxing and calming down.
Nicole arched her back, slamming her tight ass down hard onto
my cock again as I shoved my prick fully into her tight little pussy,
grabbing her waist as her tits were pulled from my mouth. She threw back
her head and let out a long, low moan of erotic pleasure as she ground
her crotch against mine, cupping her own breasts, tweaking her nipples
as she built closer and closer towards orgasm.
I pumped into her with short, hard strokes of my cock, parting
her cunt again and again as she ground her ass down, making my little
movement but a great deal of pleasure. She grunted and moaned, lifting
her hot ass up and pulling forward to shift the angle of my cock inside
of her, then slamming back down and sliding her flooded snatch all over
my lap as she came, pulling on her tits and crying out for more, squeezing
her tits firmly.
She moaned in sexual joy, pumping her cunt down onto my cock,
juices running all over my crotch, moaning for more. She tossed her hair
about, bouncing up and down onto my cock as I moaned myself and slammed
fully into her, shooting my cum deep into Nicole Eggert’s pussy.
The fact that I wasn’t actually shooting sperm meant nothing,
in my own mind I could feel it and so could she. Hell, if I’d been
tit-fucking her and blown my load over her face we both would have seen
the sperm and she would have felt it land.
The power of the mind was a wonderful thing.
Nicole’s ass continued to jerk and pump erotically for a couple
more minutes before finally she calmed down, working her cunt down over
my cock one last time before collapsing on top of my panting, gasping
body, her tits squashing against my chest as she kissed at my shoulder
and neck, her legs spread wide on either side of my thighs, cunt-lips
split by my cock buried deep inside of her.
After a couple of minutes Nicole groaned happily and rolled off
of me, her cunt pulling loose from my cock with a wet, sucking noise
so that she could lie next to him, both of us lightly panting.
I felt a hand close around my cock and grinned, allowing myself
to just lie there and get jacked off for a few moments before looking up
to see Yasmine Bleeth on all fours before me, eyes locked on the head of
my cock as she jerked me off.
When she was sure I was going to remain hard, she grinned and
took my cock into her mouth, greedily suckling on my shaft, enjoying the
taste of Nicole’s cunt on my prick. Her tongue worked along the underside
of my cock-shaft, her fingers tickling my balls as she worked her lips
further and further down my prick.
I grinned and turned my head, watching with delight as Erika
lowered her cunt to Nicole’s face, running her cunt up and down Nicole’s
exhausted face before lowering her own face to Nicole’s pussy. A couple
of minutes of tonguing Nicole’s cunt soon got her going again and she
began to experimentally slide her tongue up and down, in and out of
Erika’s
cunt as well.
Yasmine’s eyes danced with delight as she watched Erika and Nicole
69, continuing to suck me off as she did so. She noted that I was watching
them as well and allowed a slight smirk to crease her lips as she pulled
them from around my cock.
"Can you do it again, baby?" she asked me,"Cum one last time?"
"For you, of course," I grunted, pretending to be tired despite
the fact I felt renewed and rejuvenated,"I could fuck you all day long."
"Then fuck me!" she whispered, turning around and presenting her
curved ass to me,"I want you to put that big cock of yours up my ass and
butt-fuck me!"
I wasted no time, scrambling up and positioning myself behind
her, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass back onto my cock, pressing
the head of my cock against her tightly puckered anus.
Thanks to Erika’s anal administrations earlier, as well
as lubrication from her own sweat, cunt-juices and KY she had
unconsciously used that morning, I was able to part the walls of her
anal passage and slide into Yasmine Bleeth’s asshole like a hot knife
through butter.
She groaned and pushed back against my cock, allowing my prick
to penetrate her fully, burying myself balls deep into her hot, tight
little asshole.
"Oooooh, that feels so good!" groaned Yasmine, squirming her
ass shamelessly back against my hard cock,"Fuck it! Fuck my ass! FUCK ME!"
I moaned thankfully, loving the feel of her asshole around my
cock. Gripping her hips tightly, I began to pump my cock in and out of
her tightly clasping anus, slapping my hips against her buttocks, causing
lewd, slapping noises to echo around the surrounding sand-banks.
She moaned low and erotically in the back of her throat, loving
the feel of my cock sliding into her asshole, the feel of my balls lightly
slapping against her cunt-lips. sending jolts of pleasure in a staccato
beat from her clit and up throughout her entire body.
Growing excited by the sounds of her moans, I began to butt-fuck
her fast, using her hips as an anchor to keep our pumping bodies from
separating. My cock pumped into her clinging asshole with long, hard
strokes that caused Yasmine’s sexy body to twist and quiver about in
sexual ecstasy.
Our bodies glistened with a mixture of sweat and sexual juices,
causing us to make wet slapping noises every-time our bodies came
together,
my hips slapping into her buttocks and thighs, sending a loud, echoing
beat down the beach, accentuated by moans and sharp gasps of pleasure
from each of us.
Beside us, Nicole and Erika were curled up, head to cunt, tonguing
and fingering each other, each sexy woman lick and sucking the other’s
cunts
with wanton abandon.
Nicole hadn’t been too sure about what to do but had quickly
gotten into the swing of things, plastering her mouth to Erika’s cunt
and sucking hungrily on each shaven pussy-lip, pulling and tugging at
them before going to work on the hard bundle of nerves that was Erika’s
clitoris, driving the other blond Baywatch Star wild with pleasure.
Their tongues stabbed and probed relentlessly inside of their
cunts, both making lewd, slurping noises as they hungrily, greedily ate
out the other, lapping up their flowing cunt-juices like water.
I watched this with a beaming grin, still pumping my cock inside
Yasmine’s hot, buttery asshole as I watched, making her squirm with
pleasure as she frigged her clit, desperate to cum yet again.
I threw back my head and sucked in air through clenched teeth as
I began to fuck her tight butt-hole as hard as I could, letting instinct
take over for the moment as Yasmine slammed her ass back against me, the
flesh of her ass rippling with each hard, connecting stroke of my hips.
"Oh yeah! That’s it!" cried Yasmine,"YEAH! YEAH! FUCK IT! FUCK MY
ASS! FUCK ME!"
I leaned over her and grabbed her firm tits, squeezing them hard
as I continued to ram into her snugly sucking asshole, pounding my prick
into her over and over.
Yasmine lowered her head and shoulders to the sand, raising her ass
higher to allow my cock to penetrate deeper on a rougher angle, greatly
increasing her pleasure as I slammed my glistening cock-shaft deep into
her
sucking asshole.
She bucked her ass back against my cock, wantonly grinding her
pussy onto my crotch as I buried my prick again and again deep inside of
her clinging rectum. She let out a scream of ecstasy before biting her
lower lip and letting a long, long moan of pleasure to slowly draw out
from deep in her throat.
She was crushed under a wave of pleasure, her entire world reduced
to the sexual pleasures she was feeling in her body, all of it centered
on my cock inside of her ass.
Her juices blasted out over her fingers, my balls slapping wetly
against them as I plunged into her ass again and again, stretching her
asshole wide as I pulled her firmly against my hips.
Yet again I used the mental trick to trick my body into thinking
I was cumming, slamming my cock fully into her asshole as I felt my sperm
blast out of my cock-head and deep into her ass, it felt like I was
emptying my balls into her bowels.
Even after my ‘climax’ had finished I kept fucking her tight
clinging asshole without pause. Yasmine just kept on moaning, writhing
and twisting her ass back against my cock, stabbing her fingers up into
her cunt, rubbing her clit madly as her orgasm wound down and I continued
to slam into her ass with my still erect cock.
I leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck, sliding one hand
through her hair as my cock remained planted deep inside of her asshole,
seeming to pulse and throb as my other hand cupped one of her tits,
squeezing it slightly as my cock’s thrusts into her ass slowed to little
more than light shifts, then finally halted all together.
Oblivious to all of this, Nicole and Erika continued to suck and
lick at each other’s cunts, their lips plastered to each other’s cunts,
sucking like there was no tomorrow, eagerly lapping up the flowing juices
from both their cunts.
Erika loved the taste of Nicole’s pussy, it just seemed to young
and fresh and unsullied, her juices clear and sweet. Nicole herself
had started out rather tentatively but quickly gotten into it, greedily
plunging her face into Erika’s pussy and swallowing her juices as they
had quickly begun to flow.
Nicole could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm, the
feel of Erika’s lips wrapping around her clit and sucking hungrily on her
erect love-button driving her wild. She hunched and humped her hips up
into Erika’s face, grinding her ass in small, tight circles, coating
the other blond Baywatch Star’s face with her juices.
Erika, of course, was more than willing to return the favor as
she coated Nicole’s face with her own juices, sliding her cunt over the
younger woman’s face, both of them making muffled, moaning, whimpering,
panting gasps into the other’s cunt, which just sent vibrations of
pleasure
throughout their pussies.
The two horny Baywatch Beauty’s were oblivious to everything else
but the delightful sensations of having their cunts eaten out and eating
cunt. They sucked, licked and tongue-fucked each other higher and higher
towards orgasm, gobbling each other’s juices until finally they both came,
grinding their cunts over each other’s faces as their pussy’s exploded
with
renewed juices. Both moaned and whimpered in pleasure, sucking the juices,
the excess running off over their faces and necks until finally it began
to thin, leaving the two hot women happily suckling at each other’s hot,
sucking snatches.
"You two," I gasped,"Here!"
They lifted their faces from each other’s cunt and saw me lying
on my back against the sand-dune, my cock still rock-hard and pointing
straight up.
They eagerly scrambled over on all fours, joining Yasmine as they
crowded around my cock.
They each took turns sucking my cock, running their lips up over
my shaft, kissing each other around it, jerking me off as each woman
plunged fingers into anothers cunt.
Finally, after several long, slow and glorious minutes of having
my cock sucked by Erika Eleniak, Yasmine Bleeth and Nicole Eggert, I
grinned
and waved them away. All three quickly crowded together, faces pressing
against the other as they giggled and jostled for position as I jerked
myself off, not using the mental trick this time, really bringing myself
off.
"Ahhh yes!" I grunted and came, blasting my cum into their faces,
shooting my sperm all over their lovely features. They groaned and
chuckled with delight before turning and kissing each other, licking
each other’s faces, tasting my sperm on each other’s faces, pooling it
on their tongues before kissing again, swapping my sperm from mouth to
mouth.
And that, was a wrap.

I turned the video off and grinned with satisfaction, that had
been a fun time that I hadn’t thought of in a long time. It was ironic
that none of them were very big stars anymore, as I had picked that at
least Nicole would go on to some degree of greater popularity.
Still, fame was fickle, you could never hope to be famous forever,
those days were long gone from The Entertainment Industry. The fact that
The Rat Pack had remained right up the top until their deaths whereas The
Brat Pack were almost all has-beens now served to illustrate that little
lesson.
I stood up and stretched, grinning as I put away the tapes and
put them back in the vault. I was glad I hadn’t set up the projector
now, although it was fun to watch myself fucking hot celebrities on my
big projection screen it was a bitch to put it all away, videos were
smaller but much easier to watch.
"You have to have something to fall back on," I said to myself
with a grin,"If fame ever pulls the rug out from under me, I have a
cushion to fall back on."
With that odd little saying in my head, I went upstairs to grab
an early night.

The following day Donovan Prescott stepped into The Courtroom,
ready for Day One of The People Versus Alistair Jenkins. He stepped
behind his desk, wondering where Tony was, and almost leaped off the
floor when Durant face was shoved into his own.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Excuse me?" asked Donovan, raising an eyebrow at The Prosecution
Lawyer.
"Think you’re so clever, don’t you!" snapped Durant at Donovan,
teeth clenched angrily,"Do you think I’m going to let you get away with
this!"
"With what?" asked Donovan, shaking his head,"I don’t have any
idea what the hell you’re talking about!"
Durant seemed slightly taken aback and took a step back, confusion
evident on his face.
"You really don’t, do you," he muttered, shaking his head,"I’ve
known you for twelve years and that counts for something at least… you
really don’t know, you poor bastard."
"What?" snapped Donovan,"Have you been drinking?"
Durant just shook his head and walked back to his desk, Tony
rushing up beside Donovan with an apologetic look before The Judge stepped
in and The Bailiff instructed them to rise.
Once they were seated again Tony whispered something
into Alistair’s ear and the Defendant visibly relaxed, even allowing a
slight smile to cross his lips.
Donovan frowned, casting his eyes over to Durant, who
was frantically going through his papers. The Defense Lawyer turned to
look at Tony and Alistair, who both seemed far more confidant than even
their admittedly strong case warranted.
All of his natural and Court-Room honed sensed told him something
was wrong, and using the same instincts that had gotten The Celebrity
Hypnotist put away (*) he stood up and spoke before The Judge even had
an opportunity to ask.
"Your Honor, The Defense requests this case be dismissed, The
Prosecution has nothing beyond circumstantial evidence against my client
and a Trial would be both a waste of the peoples time and their money."
The Judge frowned at being pre-empted, then turned his gaze to
Durant,"Mr. Durant, can you give me a reason not to dismiss this case?"
Durant gritted his teeth before running his hand over his face,
straightening up and pulling at his collar.
"Your Honor, The Prosecution regrets that at this time we have
no evidence that can be used against Mr. Jenkins."
"Case dismissed, Defendant is released with the apologies of
The Court, Bailiff, please clear The Court," muttered The Judge with a
bang of his gavel, then leaned forward and glared with narrowed eyes at
Alistair,"You dodged a bullet today, Mr. Jenkins, don’t put yourself in
one’s path again."
As The Court was cleared, Donovan stood up and looked over at
Durant’s desk. It was all ready empty, Durant moving through the doors
all ready.
Donovan shook off Alistair’s attempts to shake his hand and
chased Durant out into the corridor, grabbing his shoulder and spinning
the angry D.A around.
"Stephen, what the hell was all that about!" he snapped,"I’ve never
known you to give up when you had half a chance before! Why didn’t you at
least put the old woman on the stand?"
Durant closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them again before
answering.
"Donovan, this morning I got a phone-call from Mrs. Joyce from
Florida," he said, his voice quaking with rage,"Seems she ‘came into some
money’ and doesn’t have time for The Trial, plus she can’t quite remember
if it was Alistair she saw now."
"Wh… what?" asked Donovan, taken aback,"Why didn’t you get
a…."
"There was no time," replied Durant angrily,"Beside which, she
would have been a hostile witness and next to useless, and with the
contents of the truck squashed we had nothing!"
"Why are you blam…." started Donovan, and was quickly cut
off.
"I’m not," snapped Durant,"I looked into your eyes today and
I knew this was the first you’d ever heard of this…. Donovan, you’re
a front man."
"What?"
"You’re the equivalent of a legal front, Donny, you’re the patsy
for Salinger, Gorman and McKenzie."
"That’s sland…."
"I don’t care!" snapped Durant, and began walking away angrily,
clutching his folders in his arms,"Get out of that Firm, Donny, before
they’ve got your soul!"

"Well?" asked Leon, sipping his coffee, looking none the worse
for barely four hours sleep on a hard bunk,"Anything."
"Disturbingly little, which tells us a lot," replied The
Doctor with a sigh, slumping down into his chair, clearly exhausted.
"Are you just going to be enigmatic, Madman, or are you going to
tell me what you found out?" asked Leon finally.
"Here’s what I put together from my…. questioning," The Doctor
said after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, mercifully not going
into any detail over what the manner of his questioning had been,"One day
these three men in the employ of our Organization decide to go to a
liquor store, where they spot a young man who for some reason appears to
irritate them. They follow him out into the alleyway, words are exchanged,
someone throws a punch and eventually they beat him, cut him, mutilate
him and then run away in a panic. They report to their superior that they
have made a bad mistake, and he organizes for them alibis in case the
police come by looking for them, then send them off to Chicago to lay low
for at least a couple of years. Good job opportunities here for men like
them in this city, not as much as New York for sure but still……."
"So what’s the problem?"
"It doesn’t make sense, they told me what they did to this man,
things that made even me shudder, and let me assure you it is not what you
do in the heat of anger. Men who do this do not then panic and run away
in a fright realizing they have gone to far."
"So it’s a cover?"
"A cover they believe whole-heartedly in," replied The
Doctor,"Nothing I did could break it, there are no hidden memories beneath
it, as far as they are concerned, that is truly what happened."
"Only one man can do that," muttered Leon,"It confirms The Head’s
suspicions, I better make a call."
"Might I ask who?" asked The Doctor softly, as if embarrassed to
be asking,"Any man who can play with heads like this…. I would love to
learn his secrets."
"That’s what we’re trying to do," replied Leon calmly,"And no,
Madman, you can’t."

"Hello?" asked Kevin, picking up the phone as the limo left the
small airport. He had gotten some sleep on the plane but still felt a
little out of it, he wasn’t sure but he had a feeling he’d spent the last
72 hours in daylight.
He listened for a few minutes, then nodded and instructed the
man on the other end to clean up and then return to Los Angeles.
"Well?" she asked him.
"That was Leon, he confirms it, The Hypnotist was behind the
beating of the man in the alleyway."
"And he is…?"
"A John Doe, put in a Private Hospital by his ‘brother’ who
wishes to remain anonymous. There are no records on his identity at
The Hospital, but I think we know who the brother is, don’t we."
"So again," she asked,"What do we do?"
"He’s our highest earner," Kevin said finally,"He makes more
money for us than anyone in The Organization, he was extremely close to
the former Head and has always been friendly with me, if a little aloof."
"But…."
"But when we had the stand off to see who would be The Head he could
have settled it within a minute by casting his vote. Instead he dangled
both of us around on a stick, toying with us, playing with us, making
us work for his approval before voting the way he’d always planned on
voting, for me."
"He considers The Organization his private toy," she
said calmly,"Something there to service him, amuse him."
"No one is bigger than The Organization," Kevin agreed with a
nod,"And now I find out he used it for his own personal requirements."
"So, what do we do?" she asked again.
He smiled and settled back in his chair before asking,"Tell me,
what would you do?"
Lisa Kudrow allowed a small smile to cross her face before she
finally answered.
"Kill him."

End Celebrity Hypnotist 16 Part 3/3.

Compliments, Criticisms and Requests to :

dimitri_resides@yahoo.com

To all those who have sent NUMEROUS requests for celebrities to
feature in future chapters, I thank you.
However, to all good things must come an end and finally this
series is approaching it’s climax (pun intended, I guess). I now have
all the celebrities I need, most of them chosen from your requests,
and have planned out the final four chapters of this series.
Below is a listing of all the celebrities that have appeared in
this series so far, and below that you can find a list of who will appear
in each of the last four chapters, if you don’t want to ruin the surprise
for the next four chapters, read no further than the listing of previous
celebrities.

Demi Moore Kim Basinger
Teri Hatcher Michelle Pfieffer
Gillian Anderson Nicole Kidman
Daphne Zuniga Drew Barrymore
Lisa Kudrow Uma Thurman
Courteney Cox Alicia Silverstone
Lauren Holly Heather Locklear
Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt
Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning
Faith Ford Patricia Richardson
Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar
Tea Leoni Neve Campbell
Carmen Elektra Jenny McCarthy
Jenna Elfman Julia Roberts
Cindy Crawford Isabella Rosselinni
The Spice Girls Tyra Banks
Sandra Bullock Cameron Diaz
Catherine Zeta Jones Claudia Schiffer
Gwyneth Paltrow Charlize Theron
Angelina Jolie Deborah Kara Unger
Elizabeth Hurley Lucy Lawless
Renee O’Connor Natalie Imbruglia
Toni Braxton Shania Twain
Jennifer Lopez Erika Eleniak
Yasmine Bleeth Nicole Eggert

CH 17 – Cops and Criminals – Kim Delaney, Andrea Thompson, Gina Gershon
and Thandie Newton
CH 18 – The Bond Girls – Famke Janssen, Michelle Yeoh and Sophie Marceau
CH 19 – Maturity – Renee Russo & Sharon Stone
Ch 20 – Dirty Old Man Edition – Anna Kournikova, Britney Spears, Brandy,
Melissa Joan Hart, Katie Holmes, Michelle Williams, Christina Ricci, Mena
Suvari, Alyson Hannigan & Laura Prepon.

Celebrity Hypnotist 20 will be the final chapter of The Celebrity
Hypnotist series and as you can see, it will go out with a bang. All
hanging plot threads will be resolved in the climax, and maybe, just
maybe, you’ll all find out just WHO The Celebrity Hypnotist really is.

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