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Subject: {ASSM} (Dimitri M.) Celebrity Hypnotist 17 [1/5] - F/F, M/F, oral, celeb - Starring Thandie Newton, Gina Gershon, Amanda Thompson and Kim Delaney.
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        The following work of fiction contains scenes of male/female
sex, female/female sex, oral sex, use of sexual toys, slight aspects of
male and female domination and, best of all, sex between various good
looking celebrities.
        This is a work of fiction, it didn't actually happen and it
never will, by even the furthermost stretch of the imagination.  The
Celebrities involved in this story would never actually do anything like
this and, should they ever find me, they'll likely beat the shit out of
me for writing it.
        And I would deserve it.
        You must be of the legal age in your country and/or state to
view pornography if you want to read this story, it is illegal to read
this material otherwise and, if you do, on your own head be it.
	Why not check out one of the following sites, which contain
my and/or other Author's stories.  Please take note that these are
NOT my websites, I'm just an Author.

01 : http://www.dimitrisarchive.com/ - JayDee's site, includes all my
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Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, the most constantly up to date collection
of my stories, because I update this directory!
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special area for my stories.
04 : http://www.GreyArchive.com (The Grey Archive, very popular, well
put together site with several of my stories).
05 : http://fanfiction.majorhost.com/index.html - Rogues Erotica,
constantly updating site with something for everyone.
06 : http://members.tripod.com/~sneal_ The X-Men Erotica Archive -
features My Marvel Comics series.
07 : http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/2506/foepage/ JamF's
FOEpage, features the GenX parts of my Marvel : Herald Of
Armageddon story and X-Files : Grandmaster, with images included.
08 : http://booyani.majorhost.com - Dedicated to the perversion
of your favorite videogame, comic book and anime characters since
1/1/2000.

        And you can contact me at :

        dimitri_resides@yahoo.com

        Skip this next segment if you are familiar with this series,
if not I would suggest you read on.
        The Celebrity Hypnotist is a Celebrity working for a massive
Organization that deals in Celebrity Sex.  His specialty is the hypnosis
of female celebrities, placing them into various sexually themed situations
and taping the results for sale to The Organization's Clients.
        Over recent times the existence of the Celebrity Hypnotist came
into the public eye when a Police Officer was killed while researching
him.  His old friend, Donovan Prescott, investigated further and brought
The CH to Trial, eventually winning the case and putting Matt LeBlanc
away in a Psychiatric Institute.
        It was revealed that this was all a ploy by the real CH to back
out of the public spotlight, and he went back to hypnotizing Celebrities,
after making a point of slowly corrupting Donovan Prescott, the man who had
almost put him in jail.
        Unfortunately for The CH, the Head of The Organization and his
rival - Kevin Spacey and Lisa Kudrow respectively - have joined forces
following the complex political intrigues running through The Organization
that have seen The CH raise to a point of almost total control.
        But for now, all that The CH cares about is his latest conquest,
themed around the concept of Cops and Criminals.



        Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 17 - [1/5]


        Donovan had a spring in his step this morning, he had
just successfully argued a motion to have evidence suppressed in a case
he would have had a great deal of trouble winning otherwise.
        He had been making great progress at the Office recently, impressing
everybody with his hard work and ability to sniff out loopholes and
obscure precedents.
        Just last week, in fact, he had discovered a case-note nearly
fifty years old that had helped them successfully argue against the
children of a mob widow from being taken away.
        He had had second thoughts about the Firm taking the case, but
McKenzie had taken him aside and given him assurances that the widow had
been totally in the dark about her husband's mob activities, and was it
fair that she should be named an unfit mother and have her children taken
away because of something her dead husband had done.
        And of course, like always whenever he had a case presented to
him he found morally ambiguous, his talks with Alex buried his doubts
and set him on fire to fight the injustice being perpetrated.  This
extra drive had seen him earn the nickname of Mule around the office,
given his huge workload and stubborn refusal to give up until he'd found
what he was looking for.
        "Having a good day, Donovan?" asked a voice, interrupting him from
his reverie.
        "Stu?" he asked with a smile, shaking the hand and patting the
shoulder of a Lawyer acquaintance he had made recently.
        He had a lot of those now, acquaintances, something he hadn't had
time to think of.  He didn't eat with friends anymore, he did lunch, and
instead of chatting on the phone while sitting on the couch in slacks and
an old sweater while eating cold pizza he found himself on conference calls
with several other acquaintances whilst Joan, his secretary, organized
sushi.
        Not that there was anything wrong with any of that, he was just
too busy at the moment to have much spare time for friends or relationships
or... dating?
        "Heard you got Judge Calthers today," Stu laughed, thumping
Donovan's shoulder,"Deja fucking vu, huh!"
        "Yeah, happily the result was in my favor again!" laughed Donovan,
returning the thump.
        Six months ago he would have stifled a laugh at seeing two grown
men in expensive suits thumping shoulders and letting out fake laughs
while talking about their day, but now here he was in the middle of it
all and it seemed so.... natural.
        "I understand you had some good luck on the Chalmer's case?" asked
Donovan, dredging up the appropriate information in his head, tidbits about
his various acquaintances and the cases they were working on.
        "Yeah, the Prosecution's main witness turned out to be a heroin
addict with a history of...."
        He trailed off as he saw Donovan's eyes wander, then light up as
he saw someone else.
        "Excuse me," Donovan excused himself,"There's an old client over
there...."
        He started forward, arm raised up to greet Rosa Sanchez - whose
adopted baby he had prevented from returning to her addict mother, who
wanted her for the extra benefits it would give her - but Stu grabbed his
arm and pulled him back against the wall.
        "What the hell?" Donovan snapped, shocked at the rough
treatment,"I'll be back in a mi...."
        "You haven't heard, have you?" sighed Stu, pulling Donovan around
the corner and down the corridor away from Rosa.
        "Heard what? Stu, I wanted to ask her how Kimberly is....."
        "Kimberly is going back to her mother," Stu replied, making Donovan
shake his head for a second as he tried to grasp that concept.
        "What?"
        "That old precedent you brought up last week over the mob widow
case," Stu explained, the hesitated,"Man! that was good work by the way."
        "Stu," snapped Donovan.
        "Sorry, sorry," Stu apologized,"Well the precedent has proved
popular, a lot of Lawyers are picking up on it, including Gina Hollis'
Lawyer, she's filed an appeal to the case you won for Rosa that Kimberly's
birth mother has the inalienable right to be given her child if she can
prove she's moved past her past crimes."
        "What the fuck? That stuck up bitch again? She's like a dog with
a bone," stammered Donovan in disbelief,"I... I have to talk to Rosa!"
        "Believe me, she doesn't want to see you," replied Stu
sternly,"Because of you, she's going to lose Kimberly."


        Andrea Thompson sat down and sighed, looking up at the two men in
their suits and wondering, not for the first time, why she'd agreed to this
meeting.
        They were hiding in plain sight, sitting outside a pizza store of
all places, enjoying the sun breaking through the usual gloom and gray of
New York's sky.
        "Detective Thompson," said Special Agent Smythe of The Federal
Bureau Of Investigation,"You are aware of why we asked to meet you here."
        "And you are aware," continued Special Agent Henricks,"That this
meeting is off the record?"
        "You didn't tell anyone the purpose of your meeting here?" added
Smythe.
        "Yes, yes, no," answered Andrea,"We're here to discuss me working
undercover for you, I know this meeting is off the record and I didn't
even tell anyone I was coming here.  As far as they're concerned I'm on
a lunch break and that's it."
        "Good," noted Smythe emotionlessly,"The success of this case
relies entirely on your silence, that can't be stressed enough."
        "You can't tell anyone," added Henricks,"Not your friends, your
sisters, your brothers, your mothers, uncles, cousins or nieces.  Nobody
can know you're working for us, we'll organize the time off from your
Precient with a fake medical condition, you'll have to go deep, deep
undercover."
        "Smythe, Henricks," muttered Andrea, leaning forward,"I have an
hour for lunch and I've wasted most of it all ready, would you just get to
the point all ready."
        The two Agents exchanged glances, then one of them reached into
his briefcase and pulled out a folder, dropping it onto the table in
front of Andrea.  She opened it, turned it past the first page warning
that the information inside was classified, and was immediately taken by
the breathtaking beauty of the woman pictured in the black and white
photograph on top of a thick folder of information.
        "Who is she?" asked Andrea.
        "Thandie Newton," replied Smythe,"Don't let the innocent look
fool you, she's a real piece of work, grown rich off of the blood and
sweat of others.  She's been a thief, a fence, a forger, blackmailer,
kidnapper, hacker and, most importantly to us, a slaver."
        "Slaver?" asked Andrea, raising an eyebrow.
        "She's into domination," Henricks chimed in,"Men, women, it doesn't
matter to her, she gets off on dominating people, breaking them to her
will and then selling them to less than savory individuals for a very
large sum.  She's been responsible for at least fifty disappearances we're
aware of, and we suspect she could have been responsible for almost three
hundred more."
        "Shit," whispered Andrea,"She looks so...."
        "Sweet?" asked Smythe,"That's part of what makes her so
dangerous, she's constantly being underestimated."
        "I'm not sure I understand how this involves me," Andrea said
at last.
        "Ms. Newton is very careful about her sexual affairs, it has taken
us several years just to discover the Club she frequents when in New
York, and quite frankly we're at a loss on how to proceed from
there," started Smythe, and Henricks continued on.
        "Her thing is groups, she enjoys forming relationships with
other dominants and their submissives and dominating the group, picking
out choice targets amongst the submissives and adding them to her list
of people to sell on the market."
        "And...?" asked Andrea, seeing where this was going and not liking
it a bit.
        "We need somebody to go undercover, make contact with her and
get concrete evidence of her connections to the Slavery Market.  Once we
get her, we're pretty sure we'll be able to make serious inroads into
the market."
        "And where exactly do I fit into this neat little plan?" muttered
Andrea, knowing the answer but unable to believe they actually had the
gall to ask this of her.
        "We want you to infiltrate the Club and present yourself as a
target to her," Smythe said, at least having the good grace to blush
slightly,"You uh... fit the profile we....."
        "You want me to whore myself out to The FBI so that you can capture
a criminal," grunted Andrea, then began to stand up,"No thank you gentlemen,
I joined the force to fight criminals, not fuck them."
        "Maria Gonzalez," Henricks interrupted, tossing a folder onto the
red and white checkered table, followed by another and another and another
and another,"Suzy Atkinson, Marlene Thomas, Irene Jameson, all young girls
lured into the scene with the promise of easy money and good times, all
the children of parents desperate to find them, all missing, all taken
by Ms. Newton."
        "She'll strike again, Detective Thompson," added Smythe, although
his voice wasn't as smooth and patronizing as Henricks' was
        "And again and again," continued Henricks,"Because nobody will be
able to stop her, and she'll grow rich off of the blood and tears of
somebody's daughter... you have children, don't you Detective Thompson?
Andrea?"
        She glared at him, then scooped up her coat under one arm and
started to move away, stopped by Henricks' rough grip on her forearm.
        "When you're ready to put a predator away, Andrea, give us a
call."
        She pulled her arm away and stormed off as Henricks turned and
stared at Smythe.


        Stepping out of the shower later that night, Andrea stopped to
stare at herself in the mirror.  Standing side-on, she looked herself up
and down, eyes trailing over firm breasts showing only slight sag, a
smooth belly that - although not toned and muscular as it had been in her
days at the academy - showed no fat or saggy skin.  A thin, faded white
line was the only mark of the C-Section the Doctors had had to perform
when complications had arisen in the birth of her daughter eight years
ago.
        She tutted as she looked down at her crotch, where her dark
pubic hair had grown thicker than she'd ever intended to allow it to.  She
didn't know why it suddenly bothered her now, it wasn't like there was
anybody who ever saw her naked anymore except for herself.
        "My legs aren't bad," she murmured, sliding her hands over her
thighs.  She had to keep in shape, being a NYPD Detective involved both
extremes of physical activity, from chasing suspects down crowded streets,
vaulting obstacles and then physically holding down potentially lethal,
desperate men to the other extreme of sitting on her ass doing copious
amounts of paperwork to explain why she hadn't violated the rights of the
a criminal - who had just shot dead 4 High School kids, ran down a little
old lady trying to escape and then pulled a knife when chased into a blind
alleyway - by twisting his arm behind his back and slamming him into the
ground.
        Turning around, she pressed her hands against her hips and cocked
them slightly, unconsciously pushing out her ass and smiling.  She still
had a nice curve to her ass she had to admit, and all that working out
had kept the sag out of her posterior as well.
        "I'd probably look good in leather too," she muttered, then
rolled her eyes as she realized what she'd just said.  That was all it
took, and despite her minds own protests she knew that she'd all ready made
her decision.  The Agents has done their homework and they knew how she
ticked, before she'd never been aware of Thandie Newton and her life had
gone on as normal.  But now Andrea knew Newton existed, and if she did
nothing, then she would feel as guilty as Thandie probably wouldn't over
all the crimes she would commit in the future.

        "Smythe?" she asked immediately as he picked up the phone,"I want
to lay a few ground rules."
        "Huh I... Andrea? OH! Uhhh, yeah, go ahead."
        "I'll testify but I won't wear a wire unless it's absolutely
necessary and I WON'T allow video surveillance!" she snapped, as if he'd
already tried to push it onto her,"You guys back off and let me do my
thing and I'll get you your Slaver, and that's the only way I'll do it!"
        There was silence for a moment, and then finally he
answered,"We're desperate to catch this bitch, Andrea, whatever you want,
you got."


        She moved down the street carefully, clearly uncomfortable with
something, not that anybody moving past her would comment.  She was decked
out in a two sizes too tight Police Uniform that clearly showed off her
breasts and her ass, the handcuffs on her pants banging a staccato against
her hip.
        But what was really uncomfortable for her was the black thong
pulled up between her asscheeks, and she had to constantly fight at the
urge to reach back and attempt to pull the material clear.
        It had been a week since she'd agreed to go deeper undercover than
she ever had before.  That week had been taken up with learning everything
she could about first, Thandie Newton, and second, the contact she would
be meeting tonight.
        The only way to get into The Club (the name of The Club that
Thandie frequented when in New York) was by invitation, and the only
person that The FBI had been able to link to The Club was the contact
she would be meeting tonight.
        The Police Uniform had been Henricks' idea, he considered himself
somewhat of an expert on Newton's mind-set - as well as that of the
contact - and insisted that neither would be able to resist the challenge
of seducing and dominating a Police Officer.
        Approaching the little club - Submission - she forced herself
into character, something she'd learnt to do in her years as an Undercover
Detective, and shifted to a more confident, dominating walk, slowly
moving her hips at an angle, working her thighs together and rotating her
shoulders at a slight angle to give her an almost cat-like appearance
which was already turning heads from the people walking around her.
        She trailed her hand along the rail before turning and moving
down the stairs to the underground entrance to the club.  A large man
stood by the door, and he visibly stiffened when he saw her uniform
and badge.  Then his gaze took in the tightness of her clothes and ran
up to the confident, almost bitchy look on her face and he allowed a
smile.  She wasn't here for a bust, she was here to have a good time.
        "Cover charge?" she asked brusquely, moving right up into his
face.
        "Not for New York's Finest," chuckled the Bouncer, and stepped
back from her, swinging the door open at the same time, allowing both
smoke and loud music to emerge.
        She stepped past him and he stepped back forward, closing the
door behind him and waiting for the next customer.
        Andrea moved into the room, sighing as she felt the smoke clogging
her nostrils and mouth with it's foul odor all ready..... foul and yet
also familiar and tantalizing.
        She'd smoked in her youth and eventually put the addiction behind
her, leaving her a throaty voice that men found sexy but she found raspy
and sometimes irritating.
        She cast her gaze around the club, hiding her shock at the sight
of a number of women (mainly leather-clad) actively making out, some
showing an indecent amount of flesh.  The number of women outnumbered men
almost 4 to 1, and every male she saw was clearly in the submissive
role to the dominant female.
        She tried her best to look without looking like she was looking,
and did such a good job that she didn't see the contact until she turned
and bumped into her.
        "Hello baby," whispered Gina Gershon into Andrea's ear, before
lightly running her tongue over the shocked cop's ear,"Looking for me?"

        
        Fifteen minutes later, Smythe turned about and shook his head as
he watched Henricks' trying desperately to keep the cheese from sliding
off of his slice of pizza.
        "She's leaving.... with Gershon."
        Henricks' eyes widened and he shoved the pizza into his mouth,
roughly swallowing it down without chewing as he leaped out of his chair
moved to the window where Smythe was sitting.
        "Dammit," he grunted, slamming a fist against his chest to get the
lump of food down his throat,"She did it!"
        "Yeah, but it's just the first step... you think she'll punk out
when it comes to having to fuck her?"
        "No, no way," smiled Henricks,"We researched this bitch, man,
she has an overly developed social conscience, she'll take it as far as
she can to catch the criminal, even if it means performing demeaning
acts."
        "Nothing quite as demeaning as forced homosexuality," replies
Smythe smoothly.
        "You kidding," whispered Henricks', peering out the dirty window
two floors up as Gina strode dominantly down the street, clutching Andrea's
hand and leading her dominantly towards her private apartment,"You saw the
mean bitch look in her eye and that boys hair-cut, no way she isn't a dyke
anyway."
        "Yeah well...." started Smythe,"I mean, it takes a lot to do what
she's doing, I mean would you do it with another guy if it mean you could
capture some sicko evil freak."
        Henricks turned to look at Smythe, and they stared at each other
for several uncomfortable moments before they went back to watching Gina
lead Andrea down the street.


        Gina turned the light on and stepped in, still clutching to
Andrea's hand.  She released her at last, shutting the door behind Andrea
and pressing back against it.
        She rested her ass against her hands, leaning back against the
door in a reclining, relaxed pose, grinning mischievously up at the
nervous Police Officer.
        "I knew you were a cherry," chuckled Gina,"Sure you strode in
all confidence and bluster with your handcuffs and police uniform and
bitchy face... but the moment we left the club you were like putty in my
hands!"
        Andrea stared at Gina, who stared directly back with no guile
or pretense, searching for contempt of sarcasm, and found none.  Gina was
beautiful, her sexy face only accentuated by the slight upturn of her nose,
which gave her a deceptively cute, mischievous appearance, accentuated
even more by the very slight protrusion of her upper teeth.  Had they
been a little more evident they would have detracted from her beauty,
but they were exactly the right size to give her mouth a sultry, breathless
look that just screamed sex appeal.
        Her light brown hair was cut short and spilt carelessly down
around her shoulders, but it was her eyes that were her main feature,
the bright expressive orbs capable of captivating and capturing anyone
who looked too deeply into them.
        Still, as much nicer as it would be to be hand-nursed through this
unsavory process, she needed to present a character interesting enough to
get an invitation into The Club, from which she could set a trap to
capture Thandie.
        She stormed forward, subconsciously enjoying the widening of
Gina's eyes at the unexpected movement.
        Andrea pressed her smooth, pink lips against Gina's full, red
ones, sliding her hand around the other woman's waist, trapping her hands
behind her before pulling back.
        To keep from losing her balance, Gina was forced to wrap an arm
around Andrea's neck, and the moment she did Andrea stepped forward,
taking Gina's legs out from under her, swinging her around and walking
her back across the room towards the kitchen bench, grabbing her ass
firmly through the impossibly short, black leather skirt the other woman
was wearing.
        Gina's eyes had been wide in surprise, then half closed in pleasure
before taking on a cunning look.  As Andrea moved closer to the bench,
Gina used her familiarity with the apartment to anchor her legs and drop
her body back and to the side in the dead-weight, using Andrea's momentum
to drop them both back onto the leather couch to the side.
        They landed on their sides and, with a quick movement, Gina
rolled herself on top of Andrea, straddling the police officer and staring
down at her with an incredibly sexy crooked grin.
        The hot brunette arched her back and slid her hands through her
hair, her untidy hair spilling over her hands and around her face before
she slapped her hands down firmly on Andrea's large breasts, then ripped
the too tight police shirt open to expose her bra.
        "A bra...." sighed Gina, shaking her head with a rueful grin
before unclasping it and releasing Andrea's breasts.
        This was the moment of truth, no going back now.  Although she
had intellectually accepted the things she would be forced to do in order
to capture Thandie, this was actually happening now, she was going to have
sex with another woman.
        A beautiful, sexy woman who was unbuckling Andrea's belt and
sliding it off with relish, unzipping her fly and pulling her pants down
over her hips.
        "Nice thong," chuckled Gina as Andrea unconsciously lifted her
ass and allowed her pants to be pulled down past her knees,"Let's get
rid of that, shall we?"
        She gripped the thong firmly with one hand and pulled with the
other, tearing the thin material of the thong into pieces easily, exposing
the now far more trimmed pubic hair of the sexy Police Officer.
        "Oh naughty girl, you dye your hair, don't you," chuckled Gina
as she noted the black pubic hair over Andrea's fur-lined slit, she leaned
down until her face was inches from Andrea's own,"Maybe I should spank you
for that?"
        "Try it and I'll beat you senseless," hissed Andrea, surprising
Gina into flinching back before she allowed her crooked smile to return
once again.
        "You're just full of surprises, aren't you," she chuckled, lightly
running a finger in a small circle around Andrea's breast, pressing the
tip of one finger against the cop's stiff, erect nipple, which protruded
out from her breast over half an inch.
        "Let's get something straight," breathed Andrea, trying to stay
in character and ignore the position she was in, the feel of Gina on top
of her, Gina's finger on her breast and the light friction as the contact
slowly, slightly ground her hips against one of Andrea's long, sexy
thighs,"I'm not some submissive little bitch that you can just fuck and
throw away, you're only hear to make me cum, understand!"
        Gina's eyes widened yet again in surprise, then narrowed angrily
before a cruel little smile crossed her lips.
        "You are something different, aren't you," she laughed,"Fine, I'll
be your bitch, I'll service you.... but only if you stick around to see
my surprise afterwards, 'kay?"
        Andrea stared up at her firmly, then allowed a little smile to
cross her face before nodding slightly,"Whatever it takes to get you to
put that tongue to it's proper use is fine by me."
        She felt a little thrill run throughout her body at hearing herself
say those words, she felt so naughty and debauched, more like one of the
skel's and degenerates she had to deal with every day as an Officer.
        Gina knelt between Andrea's legs as the hot Police Officer parted
them, feeling a vulnerability and anticipation she hadn't felt since she'd
first spread her legs for a man, over two decades ago now.
        "Sexy," whispered Gina, her hand reaching down, one finger gently
stroking Andrea's swollen clitoris.  She pressed down against the erect nub
of the other woman's clit firmly, fiddling with the hot love button and
sending wild, uncontrollable jolts of pleasure throughout Andrea's entire
nervous system.
        As she worked at Andrea's clit she moved her other hand between
Andrea's legs and cupped her cunt-mound, squeezing it firmly and extracting
a startled squeal of delight from Andrea before she pulled her hand away
and pressed the tip of one finger at the top of the blonde's slit, just
beneath her clit, then worked it up and down in a light brushing motion,
each subsequent sweep working deeper and deeper into Andrea's snatch
until she had her entire finger buried inside of her pussy, stirring and
shifting her quickly collecting cunt-juices as she watched Andrea's tight
ass-cheeks shift and contract as her hips involuntarily jerked and jumped
in response to the higher and higher levels of arousal working it's way
through her system.
        The hot brunette kept this up for several minutes, working her
fingers faster and faster until she was furiously rubbing Andrea's clit
and slamming three fingers deeply into the other woman's cunt.
        For the moment all thoughts of Thandie Newton and Slavers and
The FBI had departed Andrea's mind as her hips bucked wildly off of the
couch and she felt the wet heat of her own juices running down between
her clenched ass-cheeks to the leather couch below.
        Gina's fingers were a blur as they slammed in and out of Andrea's
gushing, pounding hips.  Her ass worked higher and higher, knees lifting
up high on either side of Gina's body as she planted her feet firmly to
allow her to slam her cunt against Gina Gershon's fucking, stroking,
sliding fingers.
       "OH! OH! OH! OH!" cried Andrea, tossing her head from side to
side as her sexual arousal overcame her better thinking, her orgasm
exploding, juices gushing up around Gina's frigging fingers as she came
and came hard,"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOhohohohohohoooooooo..oooo
....ooooo.....ooooooo.........oooo...o..o...o...oh....ahhhhh!"
        Gina, no stranger to dealing with other woman's orgasms, allowed
Andrea to come down from her orgasm, keeping her fingers planted firmly
inside of the Detective's pussy, slowly wriggling her fingers about inside
of her.
        As Andrea finally calmed somewhat, her mind a dazed mix
of conflicting emotions and sexual pleasure, Gina stared down at her
with affection and lust, then allowed her crooked smirk to widen before
she gripped Andrea by the back of her hips and pulled them up.  Andrea
squawked in surprise as her legs and ass were lifted up off of the couch,
forcing her back hard on her shoulders as Gina kept a hard grip on her
thighs and quickly lowered her mouth to Andrea's still dripping pussy.
        She pressed her face against Andrea's pussy and used her still
glistening fingers to spread Andrea's cunt open and slowly work her
tongue deep inside of her.
        Despite her own still lingering reservations, Andrea couldn't help
but moan as she felt another woman's tongue press inside of her.  She'd been
eaten out before, of course, but only ever by men who, for all their good
intentions and practice, could never have the natural talent that another
woman was capable of.
        Gina knew exactly which buttons to push and which areas to tease,
and when, and she did it so naturally and with such skill that Andrea
found herself once again lifting her ass up off of the couch, pressing her
crotch against Gina's mouth as the brunette lapped and plunged her tongue
in and out of the Detective's pussy.
        Grabbing her breasts with her hands, Andrea began to slowly
knead and massage them as Gina tongued and lapped at her pussy, sending
overwhelmingingly erotic sensations of pleasure throughout her entire
body, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
        Gina's thumb continued to rub roughly against Andrea's clit,
causing her hips to involuntarily jump and twist about beneath
the brunettes juice-glistening face, lurching up and down as she rapidly
approached a second orgasm.


        End Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 17 - [1/5]

        Compliments, Criticisms and Requests to :

        dimitri_resides@yahoo.com

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