The Hypnotician: shia laboeuf

Showing posts with label shia laboeuf. Show all posts

2014-09-14

Affected, Part 10 - Caress

Cassie:-

They are on me the minute I lead them into the bedroom; it's like Shia and Christina can't get enough of me. Pretty soon he is kissing and nibbling at my neck and throat, and damn, it feels so good to feel those lips on me there. Then Christina's warm lips are pressing on mine. Her lipstick tastes like honey and whisky, her tongue is touching my lips and teeth and I feel her warm fingers in my hair.

It doesn't take long before I feel them undressing me. My dressing gown slides off as their hands reach underneath the cool fabric to caress my exposed skin. I'm wearing nothing underneath. Shia tweaks my nipples, caressing the skin under my breasts and my solar plexus. Christina gives me a wicked look and kisses my belly, little kisses and licks all the way down.

I look at their faces. They are just as turned on as I am.

For a moment, Christina pauses with her mouth just over my clitoris. She looks at me, closes her eyes and begins to lap at my clit with her tongue. I clench my fist, gripping the bedsheets, and let out out a low moan. Oh, fuck, she's good. I've not felt such pleasure since Sonia Williams went down on me in her room, the day after my sixteenth.

'Oh, fuck.' I part my labia so she can slip her fingers in. 'Please, Christina. Yes, please. Lick me there. There.'

Fingers penetrate me. My walls of flesh guide her digits in. I moan as I realise that Christina Hendricks is sucking my clit and fingering me.

There is a tingling, hot, wet sweet pleasure from this contact that is coming on like pain, it's so intense. I just grind against her, feeling resistance. 'Oh, yes. Yes.'

Then her fingers hook inside me and stroke my G spot. Pleasure hits me like a fucking nova. 'Oh, yes, oh fuck -'

She holds me, now; she and Shia, his warm breath caressing the breasts he's kissing and nibbling. I see his straining penis, and I want to feel him inside me - but he's not the one I want in me first. I look at the guy. He's still here, watching us. How can he be so patient?

I grip Christina's silky hair with one hand, and point down there. 'I want you to come in here.' Christina flicks at my G spot; my whole body shudders.

Time to change places. I glance at Shia. 'Shia, take off.' My hand releases Christina's head. 'Christina, here.' She eagerly licks at my breasts. Shia twists my free nipple, and a jolt of pleasure and pain bring a squeak of delight and surprise from my throat.

The path is clear. I settle my hips and spread my legs a little wider for the guy, who is standing over me, cock in hand.

'Are you ready?'

I nod.

'Do I have your consent?'

Oh, for fuck's sake, what's he waiting for, a gilt-edged RSVP card in the fucking post? 'Yesss.'

Affected, Part 9 - Phantasms

I watch as Cassie greets Phantom Christina Hendricks with air kisses, while touching Phantom Shia laBoeuf. A little self-hypnosis trigger I'd implanted in my own back brain allows me to see and hear and feel what I've programmed Cassie to sense.

The room becomes very crowded - Shia laBoeuf and Christina, and Cassie chatting with them and pawing away at Shia.

I haven't told them what to say to Cassie, so it looks as if the actors are carrying on half of a telepathic conversation; standing in silence while Cassie blurts out something at random, and giggling at Christina, her face growing redder each minute.

She looks at me. 'I'm sorry, but these are - I've always fancied these two people, and to bump into them both, I ...'

I see the expression on her face. Undisguised lust. 'Do you want to?' Cassie nods.

'With which one?'

She swallows, her blush deepening. 'Both.'

I glance back at the bedroom. 'Want to?'

* * *
In the bedroom, I begin removing my clothes and leaving them on the chair by the vanity. I suggest to Cassie that Shia has begun kissing her neck and shoulders as Christina plants full, deep kisses on her lips, running her fingers through her hair. As she sits, Cassie arches her chest forwards, throwing back her head to expose her neck and shoulders, her lips working against Christina's kisses. Still affected by my self-hypnotic trigger, I see what she sees; hear what she hears, as her phantom paramours begin to gasp and moan with increasing arousal to match hers.

'You have to remove your own clothes,' I murmur, 'but to you, you are being undressed by Shia and Christina. They are licking your exposed skin, kissing and caressing your naked body with their tongues and fingertips.'

Cassie's breathing deepens, becomes shuddery. She peels off her dressing gown, revealing that she is naked underneath. Her back begins to arch. At the top of her breath, I wait. She releases her breath with a moan.

'Oh, fuck,' she whispers, looking down and parting her labia with her fingers. 'Please, Christina. Yes, please. Lick me there. There. Oh, yes. Yes. Oh, yes, oh fuck -'

She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. 'I want you to come in here,' she moans, glancing off to one side. 'Shia, take off.' She reaches with her free hand, gripping Christina's hair firmly. I can see that she is gripping thin air; but I could see how she is gripping her hair in her hand. Her hand unclenches. 'Christina, here,' she says, gently proffering one of her breasts. A moment later, Cassie gives a squeak of pleasure. I think somebody is nibbling at her nipple.

The path is clear for me. Moving in, pushing firm yet phantasmal flesh aside, I stand over Cassie.

'Are you ready?'

Cassie nods.

'Do I have your consent?'

'Yesss,' she breathes.

2014-09-12

Affected, Part 8 - Visitors

Cassie:

I know this thing about the guy next door. He can really kiss.

I enjoy snuggling with him, just tasting the wine and the chocolates we'd been eating. Sharing his body warmth. Then he gets up and says something weird.

'Hey, I'd like to show you something.'

I wonder if that is his shorthand for 'I want you to give me a blow job' for a moment, but then I rise to the bait. 'Go ahead.'

He says something, but I can't make out what he says. I am about to ask him to repeat what he says, when I hear the door open. I can't remember leaving the front door open, because there's another man in the room. Jeans, sneakers, black T shirt.

I look at the man's face.

'Wait a minute.'

'What?'

I recognise him. 'It's ... it's Shia laBoeuf.'

I can't believe this. Shia laBoeuf, the man himself, standing right in front of me.

I get up and approach him. He says 'Hi.' I say 'Hi' back. I glance at the guy, who's watching me. 'You never told me you know this guy.'

'I have a few people on speed dial.'

I hesitate a little. Shia looks concerned. 'What?'

I extend a hand. 'May I?' He nods. I touch his shoulder, and then his chest.

Oh my God, I'm touching Shia laBoeuf!

The guy says something else. I don't hear what he says. 'Can you speak more loudly?' I ask. But then the door opens, and someone else comes into the room.

'It can't be.'

Someone else is coming into the room through the door. It's Christina Hendricks.

My jaw hits the floor. I always fancied her.