Subject: Hypno Celeb: Marisa Tomei (mc,mf,celeb)
From: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Date: 25 Aug 1997 13:54:31 GMT
Message-id: <3361eli$9708250952@qz.little-neck.ny.us>



Hypno Celeb 3: Marisa Tomei
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB


     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story has graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. If this offends you, leave now. This
is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way and unprotected sex
is hazardous to your health. Do not try this at home. If you feel
like it, seek help.
     This story is based on a manufactured photo at Spiderloom's
Entranced Women pic site (www.Spiderloom.com/Private). It has
several pics, real and faked, of hypnotized women and has
inspired this and other stories from me. Enjoy the site and the
story. Thank you. 

     Marisa Tomei was not in the best of moods. Shooting on her
new movie had been called off for the day after her director had
another fit. She really didn't mind the explosion, one did get
used to it. But when the director called her an "Italian,
illiterate, slept her way to the Oscar whore," she had slapped
him in the face and nearly attacked him. Production was paused
and she had decided to take a walk to cool down. 
     The Oscar crack infuriated her. Four years and people still
wouldn't let it go. Okay, it was an upset, granted. She'd been
the most shocked person in the entire audience when she'd heard
her name. She'd checked the envelope herself to make sure she was
the winner. The Academy backed her, the Price-Waterhouse guys
backed her, the engraver backed her but she still heard stories
that she wasn't the real winner. Nobody made a huge fuss over
that kid winning for "The Piano," did they? 
     She ran a hand through her short dark hair as she walked.
She still wore her dress from the shoot, a dark one-piece with
high heels and dark sunglasses. As she walked near a park, she
saw someone coming towards her. He appeared to be in his
thirties, with sunglasses, dark hair and an engaging smile. Not a
bad build and the face was appealing. He seemed to be headed
directly towards her. "Ms. Tomei?" he asked when he was close
enough.
     Marisa inwardly sighed. She wasn't in the mood for a fan
right now, but she put on a game smile and nodded. Might as well
give him something. "Yes?" she said, her hand already ready for
an autograph.
     "I'm sorry, my name is Kyle. I heard you were in town and
I'd been hoping I'd run into you. I'm a huge fan of yours. I've
been following your career for years and I've seen every one of
your films."
     "Well, thank you, Kyle. Always nice to meet a fan."
     "You're welcome. Oh, I wanted to show you something," Kyle
said as he took off his glasses. He placed them into a pocket and
pulled out an amulet attached to a chain. He let the chain go and
the amulet swung lightly in front of Marisa's eyes. "I wanted to
show you this," Kyle said. "It's an old family heirloom I thought
you'd be interested in." 
     Marisa lowered her glasses to see better. It appeared to be
a green disk with a spiral design in it. It was certainly
captivating, the smooth surface gleaming in the afternoon sun.
She watched it as it gently swung while Kyle softly spoke. There
was something about it that was so enjoyable you just couldn't
look away. Marisa watched it swing and turn, light gleaming off
it. Kyle's words became distant, unclear, yet she knew that his
message was getting to her. As she looked, she felt a strange
buzzing in her head, a slight dizziness and more. She felt..sexy,
aroused, as if a switch had been thrown and her hormones had been
unleashed. She also felt a feeling of obedience, of submission,
willing to do anything someone said and enjoy it. 
     Suddenly, the amulet was gone, yanked from her sight and
placed back into Kyle's pocket. "Well, I've taken up too much of
your time already," Kyle said. "I should get going to lunch." 
     "I'll join you," Marisa said without thinking. The words had
popped out before she could understand them but somehow they made
sense. Blinking, she suddenly realized that she wanted to know
this man, wanted to be dominated by him, wanted to do everything
he asked of her. She hoped a meal would only be the beginning...

     They had lunch at his hotel room, a swanky suite downtown.
They ate on the balcony table, lobsters for both. After
discussing her movie, Marisa learned that Kyle was from Greece
and worked as an antiques dealer, specializing in rare items of
great vaule. "That was good," Marisa said as she wiped her mouth
with a napkin. 
     "You hardly used any of the sauce on your food," Kyle
observed. "Do you have other plans for it?" 
     Marisa smiled. "You'd better believe it." Throughout lunch,
Kyle had been kind, courteous and somewhat shy. Looked like she
was going to have to start things. She placed her hands down her
body and under her dress. With a quick tug, she pulled off her
panties and threw them to a startled Kyle. She then pushed her
chair back and spread her legs. Kyle raised an eyebrow in
appreciation of her womanhood. Marisa dipped a forefinger into
the sauce and brought it down to her clit. She slowly rubbed it
around the lips, through her pubic hair, her fingers gliding over
the surface. The white sauce contrasted with the dark tuft and
pink lips and seemed to highlight the heat going through Marisa's
body. She slowly placed her pinkie inside her clit as her
forefinger continued to trail sauce around the lips. She worked
her pinkie in, massaging it along the smooth surface. She let a
soft moan escape her as she drove herself to pleasure. She leaned
her head back, a smile on her lips. 
     Suddenly, she felt Kyle on top of her, kissing her, his lips
seeming to give her even more pleasure. She embraced him and
returned the kiss wildly as he dragged her inside. He slipped the
dress off of her and helped her disengage her bra, letting her
breasts fall free. She undressed him, loving the sight as his
muscular body, hairy chest and hard cock were exposed. They threw
themselves onto the bed, clawing at each other like animals. She
lay kiss after kiss on him, daring him to pleasure her further.
He buried his head in between her breasts and kissed them like a
new-born. 
     He entered her, his cock already beginning to drip. He moved
himself on top of her, bracing his hands on the bedposts. He
gripped one for a handrail as he began pumping into her. Marisa
moaned in ecstasy, her fingernails dragging on his back. He
continued to pump himself, driving his member in and out of her.
She yelped as she felt him explode within her, cum and pleasure
shooting into her body.
     Kyle slowly drew himself out of Marisa, his cock dripping
with cum and lobster sauce. He moved himself around until his
mouth was directly over Marisa's clit. He took a deep breath,
then plunged. His tongue licked the sauce first, it's bitter
taste ceding to the sweetness of Marisa's juices. He lapped into
her, licking her pleasure even as it arrived. 
     Marisa opened her eyes to see Kyle's still-erect cock
dangling before her. The wave of joy coming from her clit had her
aroused again in no time. She took his member in her mouth and
began sucking on it. For a brief instant, the strangeness of the
situation came to her. Here she was, an Oscar-winning actress,
sucking the cock of a man she had just met while he ate her out.
Her brief moment of clarity was interrupted when Kyle came in her
mouth. She swallowed half of his cum, licking the rest around his
member. 
     Afterward, they lay in bed together, curled like long-time
lovers. "This isn't like me," Marisa said. "I've never felt this
way about anyone before."
     "Nothing to be ashamed about," Kyle said. "I'm a persuasive
guy." 
     "I'll be in town for a while," Marisa said. "We can together
tomorrow if you'd like." 
     "Maybe. Who else is in this movie, by the way?" 
     "Oh, Winona Ryder is my main buddy. Maybe I can introduce
you to her." 
     "I'd like that," Kyle said. He smiled at the amulet lying on
the dresser. "I'd like that very much."
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