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Hypno Celeb TNG 17: Helen Hunt {mc, mf, celeb}
by KMB
This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18 for
various legal reasons that when you think about it make no sense. So those
who are too young to be here, please suppress your natural desires for sex
and go off and watch a violent movie or something. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality and if this offends you then it’s time to
hit the back button on the left hand side of your screen. Hypnosis does not
work this way because this is a fantasy story. This is not reality and
should not be treated as such. If you try and make this fantasy reality then
not only will you fail you will end up becoming a large man’s bitch in a
small prison cell.
Well, it’s been awhile but I’m back with full force. Hopefully I’ve
shaken off the rust here and y’all like this story as much as you liked the
previous ones. BTW, for those not aware of which celebrity is dating which,
the Hank I refer to in this story is Hank Azaria best known for doing work on
The Simpsons.
Remember your comments and ideas are very important for me to hear. It lets
me know that people are actually reading my stories. Send all comments and
ideas to KMB_76@yahoo.com
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“Of course it meant something to me,” Nick said into the phone. He was
talking to a brunette named Kimberly, but it could have been any woman. Nick
was on automatic pilot for this part of the conversation, and it didn’t really
matter which woman he was talking to.
“So what, were you never intending to call me again or something?’”
an emotional Kimberly asked from the other end. “You haven’t even talked to
me in two days. A nice ‘How ya doing, Kim’ would have been nice.”
“C’mon Kim,” Nick replied, “I had fun and I know you had fun, so why take it
any deeper. I’m not looking for anything serious right now and I didn’t think
you’d want to get bogged down in a mess.”
“So you were just going to pretend I didn’t exist, is that your line
of thinking here Nick?” Kimberly asked, “I just don’t understand you. You
spent months trying to date me and all that effort was just so you could get
a chance to fuck me?”
Nick had been in her face for what seemed like forever, trying to get her to
go out with him until she finally gave in. Of course like a kid with a toy,
once he had her he lost interest quick. It made no sense, but it was Nick’s
way.
“Don’t take it so personal, Kim,” Nick contended, “We had fun, let’s just
leave it at that. We can still be friends, you know.”
“Fuck you!” Kimberly spat at him through the phone, “You are such an
asshole! I can’t believe I even let you talk to me, much less let you stick
your pencil length dick inside me!”
With that Kimberly slammed down the phone, leaving an unsurprised
Nick to get back to his work. He’d had that conversation with so many
different women over the years that he was only surprised when it took them
that long to hang up on him.
Sure it would seem strange to people that Nick had spent all those
weeks trying to score a date with Kimberly only to dump her right away. He’d
called or visited her every day and had even spent a small fortune on flowers
and other gifts to convince her to say yes. But this was the way he was with
all his girlfriends and Nick made no apologies for that. In fact he rather
enjoyed this aspect of his personality. Nick thought of himself as a kind of
hunter and, like any hunter, he didn’t have the desire to spend a lot of time
cuddling with his prey after catching it.
One could say that Nick subscribed to a philosophy that was a
throwback to the 1980’s. He was a real “love em and leave em” type of guy
and he had no qualms about that. As long as he wasn’t the guy getting hurt,
there would be no problem. And by following this philosophy Nick never got
hurt.
Was this a bad attitude to have? Absolutely, Nick reasoned. But he
didn’t care. Relationships were just a contest to see who was going to get
hurt first. So he did what he had to do to make sure he was always the dumper
and never the dumped.
“Am I interrupting something?” a voice asked from outside Nick’s office. He
looked up and his boss, Teddy Stavaros standing before him.
“No I was just finishing up some business,” Nick answered.
“Kimberly?” Teddy inquired.
“She’s a vapor trail,” Nick replied with a smile.
“I swear man,” Teddy declared. “You are cruising for a killer bruising on
the Karma Scale of life.”
“I’ll worry about that in my next lifetime,” Nick shot back, “What’cha got
for me?”
“Got a service call,” Teddy answered, “And I thought you might want to
handle this one yourself.”
“Oh come on Teddy,” Nick sighed, “I’m in management here now, I don’t go out
on service calls.”
“I think you’ll like this one,” Teddy promised.
“All right, where is it?” Nick asked. He was a satellite technician,
which wasn’t as he often had to point out, the same as a cable repairman. He
wasn’t some guy with a tool belt and his ass hanging out of his jeans. Nick
was a qualified satellite dish technician and he had the know how to prove
it. There wasn’t any type of electrical problem he couldn’t fix.
“See for yourself,” Teddy said as he placed the service card on Nick’s desk.
A quick look at the card caused Nick to almost do an exaggerated
double take. The service request was called in by Helen Hunt! The object of
Nick’s deepest and darkest fantasies was in need of his assistance. He was
being given an all access, ez pass, golden ticket invitation to the house of
his number one lust object! It was almost too much for him to comprehend all
at once.
“I thought you’d like that,” Teddy remarked.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Nick demanded, “Because if it is you are going
to get such an immense ass kicking that there won’t be any way to identify the
body.”
“Relax, Nick,” Teddy replied, “This is a real honest to God service
request. But since you don’t handle those anymore, I guess I could give it to
one of the new guys.”
“Oh I think I can handle this one,” Nick stated with a wide grin crossing
his face.
“Good, then get moving,” Teddy instructed.
“This is unbelievable,” Nick said as he gathered up his stuff and
headed to his car. It was close enough to all his fantasies coming true for
him to even meet Helen Hunt. Now, as he drove toward Helen’s house, could he
be so bold for hoping the entire fantasy could turn into reality?
Many of Nick’s “service requests” usually ended with him servicing
something other than the satellite dish. He’d lost count of the times he’d
ended up fucking some bored Beverly Hills trophy wife. Hell it was how he met
half of his women.
To Nick it didn’t matter if they were married or single, 35 or 19, as
long as they were female and hot. If they were then he would turn on that
special charm of his and soon enough unnecessary impediments such as clothes
would be cast aside and sexual activity would commence with full force. Sure
it sounded like something out of a Penthouse letter, the lonely woman and the
repair guy, but Nick wasn’t complaining. Now if only he could get Helen into
a position like that.
Mad About You had been damn near unwatchable these past few years with that
annoying baby, but there remained no more loyal viewer than Nick. Helen was
that beautiful to him. He would see anything she was in.
Ordinarily a moving story about dealing with the aftermath of paralysis
wouldn’t have been high on Nick’s “to see” list. But he had the videotape,
laserdisc, and DVD copies of The Waterdance. And it was all because of those
wonderful nude scenes featuring Helen’s gorgeous breasts.
Nick had always been very vocal about his desire to, as he put it,
“get a piece of some celebrity pussy,” but this boasting had been more the
result of late night alcohol fueled conversation than anything else. Now
Nick had the chance to make it all happen. All he had to do was say the
right things, be his usual charming self, and maybe, just maybe, he’d be able
to get a more up close and personal look at Helen’s breasts, not to mention
every other inch of her body.
With his thoughts running wild it was no surprise that Nick’s cock was
quickly getting hard. As he saw Helen’s address approaching, he then tried to
compose himself. He didn’t want to get to her front door with his erection
about to explode from his jeans. That wouldn’t have gotten things up on the
right foot.
Finally Nick was able to calm himself on the outside, even as adrenaline and
excitement surged through his insides. Somehow he managed to keep himself
steady as he reached out and rang the bell.
“Hi! You must be the satellite guy,” Helen brightly said as she opened the
door, “Come on in.” She was dressed in jean cut offs and a white T-shirt, an
outfit that was doing nothing to calm Nick’s raging desires.
“Yeah, I’m Nick,” he said as he entered.
“I’m Helen,” the actress said as she extended her hand. Steve shook it
lightly, almost passing out from anticipation as their skin touched.
“Oh I know who you are, Ms. Hunt,” Nick stammered, “I’m just a huge fan.”
“Well if you’re such a big fan then you can call me Helen, Nick,” Helen
assured him, “C’mon I’ll show you what the problem is.”
With that, Helen led Nick to where her television was. They chatted
about this and that on the way, but Nick couldn’t remember what he said. He
was too busy concentrating on the sexy curve of her ass in those jean shorts
she was wearing. Of course that was when he wasn’t drooling over her legs or
focusing on the outline of her bra beneath her white shirt. All he wanted to
do was just lay her down and tear off all of her clothes. If only she knew
what she was doing to him!
“I’m just having a little trouble with the reception and I certainly
didn’t want to fool around with it myself,” Helen explained as she and Nick
arrived at their destination, “I’m a bit of a klutz when it comes to
electronics. I didn’t want Hank to come back and find a broken television.”
At the mention of her boyfriend, Nick bristled a little bit but he
didn’t show it. He really didn’t want to hear about her boyfriend, it
distracted him from the fantasies he was busy having about Helen bent over as
he fucked her doggie style. But there wasn’t any reason for Nick not to be
polite, besides a little sugar here might get him a sweet treat later.
“Yeah, where is he?” Nick asked, “I’m a big fan of his. Apu is my favorite
Simpsons character.”
“Really?” Helen asked, “I’m a bigger Chief Wiggum fan myself. I’ll
pass that along though. He’s filming a movie right now. I haven’t seen him
in over a week and I really miss him when he’s gone that long. He’ll be back
in five days for a visit.”
This is getting better, Nick thought as he went to work on seeing what the
problem was. Helen was lonely and might easier be coaxed into some quality
naked time. He had the cure for what ailed her all right.
The problem was as easy to fix as Nick had assumed it would be.
Celebrities were many things but they certainly weren’t bright about simple
problems. Helen’s reception problem was easily adjusted by moving her dish a
mere inch to the left. She could have done it without Nick’s help, but that
would have caused her to actually do some real work. Besides Nick wasn’t
complaining about being able to spend time with his object of desire. And
now that he was finished with the work, it was time for some serious play.
“All finished, Helen,” Nick announced as he went back into her entertainment
room.
“Great what do I owe you?” Helen asked.
“Nah, forget it,” Nick answered, “It’s on the house.”
“Oh I can’t let you do that,” Helen protested.
“Sure you can,” Nick insisted, it was his experience that women were more
amorous if they were grateful for something. “I barely broke a sweat up there
and any time I’d charge you for was more than paid by the fact that I got to
meet you.”
“I have to give you something,” Helen declared.
“Well actually, there is one thing...” Nick began as he walked toward
her shelf. He needed an “in” to more conversation with Helen and this was as
good as anything. Nick got to the shelf and gestured to the object he was
interested in.
“May I?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, no problem,” Helen said and with that Nick picked up one thing
he’d never thought he’d be this close to in his life, an Academy Award.
“Wow!” Nick observed, “This thing is heavier than it looks.”
“Tell me about it.” Helen sighed, “I was so flustered from actually
winning it that I was afraid that I was going to drop it right on stage. I
was holding onto it tighter than a guard rail on a roller coaster.”
Nick laughed a bit at the analogy and examined the award more.
“You sure keep this thing polished,” Nick said as he admired the award’s
glossy shine.
“Oh yeah,” Helen laughed, “I keep polishing the thing till it shines. I’m
kind of neurotic about it. People say I’m going to rub the gold right off of
it, but I can’t help it. In fact I’ll probably be at it with some polish as
soon as you’re gone.”
“I’ll put it down,” Nick immediately said, not wanting to kill any of his
chances.
“No that’s ok,” Helen reassured him, “I’m just joking. But I do love the
way it shines. Don’t you Nick?”
“Sure,” Nick said as he looked over the shine again, his thoughts once again
turning to the many things he would like to do to Helen.
“I mean really look at it, Nick,” Helen said, her voice a little harsher
than before, “Look at the way the light hits off of the shine. The light goes
right into your eyes, doesn’t it, Nicky?”
Nick was a little put off by her calling him Nicky, a name he despised, but
he did as she told him. As he stared at the shine, he heard her voice soften
again to a degree lesser than before even. It was almost soothing the way she
talked to him.
“Watch the light hit off it, Nicky. It just makes it almost glow,”
Helen softly said, “In fact that's what it’s doing right now, Nicky, it’s
glowing. It’s glowing in your hands right now. You can’t help but stare at
it. You want to stare at it. Watch it glow, Nicky. Watch it glow.”
Nick was starting to get really weirded out by this. Perhaps it just
wasn’t worth it to stay and try and fuck Helen. It was almost too much
trouble. Still he couldn’t help but do as instructed and stare at the award.
Amazingly, it did seem to glow in his hands, he opened and closed his eyes
quick to clear them up, but even after he did it was the same. The damn
thing was actually glowing brightly.
“That’s right, Nicky,” Helen continued, “You can’t help but stare at
it. Watch it glow Nick. Watch the light. The light is bouncing off the
shine now, isn’t it, Nicky. It’s going right into your eyes. Keep looking
at it.”
As soon as she said that Nick did feel the glow start to shine in his eyes.
It was very bright but he found that he couldn’t turn away. He had to keep
staring at it...so he did.
“Yes, that’s a good boy Nicky,” Helen said as she moved closer to
him, “You can feel the glow going into your eyes. It’s moving right past
your eyes, in fact, it’s going straight to your brain. Feel the light go
into your brain, Nicky. Feel it invade your mind. You can’t do anything to
stop it. You don’t even want it to stop. You like feeling this way, it
makes you feel very, very good. I’m going to count down from ten, Nicky.
And when I’m finished you will be totally under my power. Do you
understand?”
Nick found himself saying “yes” even though he didn’t want to. He
wanted to thrown down the Oscar and just run away as fast as he could, but he
was incapable of that. Instead as he heard Helen count down the numbers he
felt a great warmth and peace invade his brain. As each number was counted
off it got stronger and more pleasant until he couldn’t wait for her to get
to zero. And when she finally did, it was with great happiness that Nick
felt his free will switch off.
An evil grin crept across Helen’s face when she saw Nick’s features
go slack. All day she’d been wracked with self doubt about whether or not
this plan was going to work. It had sounded crazy even when she thought of
it, but it was the best way she could think of. Helen had never tried
hypnosis before, but obviously she had done well her first time out.
“Can you hear me, Nicky?” Helen asked, and when the hypnotized man
nodded the actress continued. “Very good Nicky. I want you to repeat after
me. Helen is my mistress.”
“Helen is my mistress,” Nick repeated.
“I am nothing but a lowlife woman hater,” Helen stated.
“I am nothing but a lowlife woman hater,” was Nick’s mindless response.
“I am not worthy of beautiful Helen’s attention.”
“I am not worthy of beautiful Helen’s attention.”
“My only desire is to serve beautiful Helen’s whims.”
“My only desire is to serve beautiful Helen’s whims.”
“Very good Nicky. Now come with me,” Helen said as she took her new slave’s
hand and led him to her bedroom. There he stood motionless as Helen stripped
out of her clothes. The shirt came off first, revealing Helen’s white bra.
That garment hit the floor as the actress then stepped out of her sandals.
Helen took her time then, slowly stripping off her shorts,
tantalizing Nick with the show he wanted so badly, but now could not
comprehend. With a smile, Helen noticed how wet her pussy had become.
Hypnotizing Nick had been more arousing than she had expected and the front
of her panties were soaked through. Helen ran a hand over her wetness, making
herself moan, before she began moving the garment slowly down her legs. The
cool air hit Helen’s body and she felt her nipples stiffen up in arousal.
“What do you think, big stud,” Helen asked as Nick’s unmoving eyes
stared at her nude body. Of course she didn’t expect an answer, thinking was
not part of Nick’s programming. Besides what Nick thought was
irrelevant...this was all about revenge.
Helen remembered the phone calls from her sobbing cousin Alexis. The
poor girl had been so happy just a few days before because of some new guy
she’d met. He’d been so handsome and so charming that the girl had broken her
one steadfast rule, she’d allowed herself to be talked into sex on only the
first date. But she had really fallen for this guy.
Of course that had only made it harder for her when Nick had stopped
calling her. Alexis had been hurt many times in the past and this time
really broke her heart, sending her into a spiral of shame and self doubt.
To Helen this was unacceptable.
Of all the people in her family, Helen felt closest to Alexis. The
girl had practically been a younger sister to her growing up. Helen couldn’t
let something like this go unpunished. People like Nick needed to be taught
a lesson about feelings and respect for women and, since Alexis had mentioned
what a big fan of hers Nick was, she figured she was just to woman to give it
to him. Finding Nick was easy and by sabotaging her own satellite dish, just
a bit, she had a way to get him into her clutches.
“Strip for me, Nicky,” Helen ordered as she lay on the bed and began
running her hands over her body. As she watched the show, her fingers teased
her own nipples, pinching them gently and rolling them between her fingers.
Her arousal was growing by the second.
Nick took the words of his mistress as a command and he began
stripping off his clothes. His shirt was unbuttoned as fast as he could,
with his mind being a blank and all, and that was followed by his pants.
Shoes and socks were cast aside, leaving Nick in only a pair of boxer shorts.
The arousal he had had for Helen before was still there as his hard cock
pushed against the red fabric of his shorts. Nick went to push them off of
himself, but before he could do so, Helen stopped him.
“Don’t...” she commanded, “Come here and get on your knees.”
Nick walked toward the bed and, as he was commanded, got on his knees
before Helen. The actress then moved her leg up so that her foot was resting
on Nick’s face.
“Kiss my foot,” she told her hypnotized companion.
Nick then moved his lips down and began lavishing Helen’s foot with kiss
after kiss as she egged him on. His lips met the smooth flesh of her foot and
each kiss got Helen’s pussy even hotter.
“That’s right Nicky, good boy,” Helen moaned, “Take each toe...slowly.”
Without any of the hesitation he normally would have shown at doing
such a thing, Nick took each one of Helen’s toes and played a sexed up
version of “This Lil’ Piggy” with each one. His tongue ran over the little
digits and the pedicured nails that went along with them. He could feel the
pleasure his mistress was getting from this act and, as he was compelled to,
he made sure she was getting the maximum sensation. And when the actress
moved her other foot to his face, he quickly changed over to that one and
gave it the similar treatment.
“Eat my pussy, Nicky,” Helen cried, “I cant take it anymore. Make me
come.” The actress then immediately felt a series of intense sensations as
Nick opened her legs and began attacking her soaked pussy with his tongue.
He bathed her clit and Helen immediately arched her back so he could get
better access.
The actress began to moan wildly as Nick licked her pussy better than
she ever thought he would be able to. A wave of guilt then washed over her
as she thought of poor Hank and how she was betraying him. But she was then
able to push that away. This wasn’t just about sex, this was about
protecting family. This was the only way Helen could think of to get the
results she wanted. Besides, she thought with a sly grin, she’d find a few
dozen fun ways to make it up to him.
Juice flowed from Helen onto Nick’s face and he licked up as much as
he could. He didn’t want to displease his mistress by even pausing, so he
kept at her pussy making sure he hit all the right spots. Before Nick saw
oral sex as a requirement he had to get to before the good stuff, kind of
like the FBI warning before a videotape. But now he loved it because he was
able to please the mistress he knew he loved more than anything.
Helen’s clit was swollen with desire and she knew she wouldn’t be
able to hold on much longer. The actress almost screamed for Nick to fuck
her, but she held herself back at the last moment. There were certain lines
she was not willing to cross, and having him enter her was one of them.
She’d just have to settle for getting some head.
Seeking just a little bit more, Helen wrapped her legs around Nick and
pushed his head further into her pussy.
“Faster Nicky! Faster!” she cried and Nick was quick to comply.
Soon the familiar tensing up of the body began and before she knew it, Helen
felt the heat and fire of her orgasm begin to incinerate her insides. The
actress roared out in rapture as she bucked wildly on Nick’s face. Seconds
slowed down into lifetimes as the tremors of pleasure passed through.
Finally, wearing a face of utter contentment, Helen fell back onto the bed.
After an undetermined period of time, Helen looked up and saw Nick
mindlessly staring at her, his face covered in her juices and his hard cock
still pressing against his boxers.
“Better get you cleaned up, Nicky,” Helen said as she took Nick to her
shower. She pulled off his boxers and pushed him under the water.
“Listen to me, Nicky,” Helen instructed, “I want you to jerk yourself
off. I want it to feel so good when you come because when you do you will
forever be mine. As soon as your orgasm is over your mind will only serve
me. You will live a life of total obedience to your beautiful mistress
Helen. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress Helen,” Nick said in a flat tone, “Total obedience to you.”
“Very good Nicky,” the smirking Helen said, “Now get to it.”
With that, Helen watched as Nick moved his hand to his hard cock and began
stroking it, just as he did for any number of the fantasies he had once had
about the woman before him.
Watching Nick masturbate also got Helen hot again and with a “what
the hell” shrug, she began to touch her own pussy. Her eyes were locked to
his and as she saw his mind become hers always and forever, she picked up the
pace of her finger play.
Nick was also going at a fast pace, wanting to please his beautiful
mistress by giving himself over to her as fast as he could. Finally he felt
his cock and balls tense up and with one last stroke he exploded in orgasm.
And as the pleasure flowed in him Nick also felt the desire to be Helen’s
obedient slave take permanent hold. He was hers and he loved it.
Seeing this also pushed Helen over the edge again and as she leaned up
against the door of the shower and fell slowly to the ground, she moaned in
orgasm. The pleasure was even sweeter this time as she realized what she had
accomplished.
Helen then just stayed on the floor watching Nick as he stood under the hot
water. Slowly Helen picked herself up and turned to her new friend.
“Everything is going to be all normal for you Nick. You’re going to
go to work and be the same guy you always were. But outside of work, you are
mine and you will only please who I say you can please. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress,” Nick replied.
“Very good, Nicky,” Helen stated in a most satisfied voice. Now she could
present a gift she’d been wanting to give for a long time. “Let’s get you
dressed Nick. I have a cousin I want to reintroduce you to.”
This story is copyright 1999, from Sharkboy Productions. It cannot be
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