muhabba
04-16-2022, 09:57 PM
So this is obviously a spin-off of my Hollywood Hypnosneak series. I wanted something for older or former celebrities that I never had a chance to write about. So please to enjoy.
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Traci Lords or have anything to do with her. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.
And I would just like to reiterate in case it is not clear in the story, both the characters are above 18 years of age.
Story Code: M/F, MC
The Hollywood Hypnosneak: Back In The Day
Chap. 01, Traci Lords
By Muhabba
It’s been pointed out to me that I might have gotten old. Twenty years in federal custody will do that to you. I had fucked and embezzled my way across half the planet back in the day and now that I was out of prison I planned on staying out. All of my files were hardcopy but according to my assistants, there was a way to ditch the hardcopy and secure everything in a hidden cloud. I do not know what that is but apparently, you scan your files into “off-site” storage that can then be accessed on any device as long as you know your password and where the “cloud” is. And this one was nearly impossible to get into if you didn’t already know it was there. It could literally be hidden on any server on the planet, moving from one to the other. So no accessing it from any random mobile device and always make sure your computer’s hard drive is properly maintained. All of my hard drives had a small vial of corrosive “acid” that would basically eat my hard drive if any of the CPUs were accessed incorrectly. Mess up the ID or Password and the device would erupt into metallic foam.
So here I am in my shitty office/apartment uploading my illicit files into an encrypted cloud before I destroy my present computer. I had already bought a computer to replace it as well as a tablet and phone. They were presents from my assistance. They had come to me and asked a favor. Camren had wanted to spread her wings in Hollywood which Jennifer had approved of. Producer, director, or whatever the best thing would be. Leaving me with another trail into Hollywood and the worst thing would be Camren came back and gave me Welcome Back anal. I of course went along with it, Jennifer and Camren could be very cute when they wanted to. We had haggled and I had gotten the new digital gear, a cloud, and a crash course into how to use them.
When I had first gotten pinched by the police, Jennifer had hidden all the files I had kept, and luckily the police hadn’t figured out my relationship with Miss Hewitt. So she had dug my files out and I had started the process of catching up to the 21st century.
Even as a child, I knew who my first would be. Nora Louise Kuzma. She was just about the only thing my father had left me with when he split. Actually, he left my mom and me with just enough crap to fill a cardboard box shoved into a corner in the basement. So one day, while looking for a place to stash my smokes so my mother wouldn’t find them, I found that dusty, forgotten box. Nothing much in it, just some trinkets and whatnot but at the bottom of the box, forgotten by my mother, was my dad’s porno stash. And the first thing on top of that stash was Nora Louise Kuzma pouting up at me under the name Traci Lords. Say hello to my first erection.
I jacked off so much to that mag that I actually hurt myself, rubbing skin off my shaft. Once it healed I dove back into the box and found a beta max of a Traci Lords compilation. By then I had figured out how to use lotion properly and emptied the bottle in a week. If my mom had noticed my lavender-scented underwear she never said anything. Which was a relief since I didn’t know how to express my obsession with Traci Lords.
I stole every magazine and tape that ever came through my neighborhood convenience store. And then came the day. The thing that locked her permanently into my brain. The news reported that Traci Lords had only been 14 when she had started in the business. She had started when she was barely older than me. And that’s when I knew that I had to have her. That I could have her. That she was so close to me already. She could actually be mine.
Not only did TV convince me that I could maybe meet and have my crush, but it also showed me how. Thank you, Johnny Carson. The nights that my mother worked late were the nights I used our beta max player to stroke myself to Traci but just as I was about to slip the tape in, Johnny Carson introduced his last guest, a hypnotist. It was more of a comedy bit but that struck me. No boy, fresh into puberty, actually knows how to talk to a girl, much less score with her. And rather than learn how, I decided that I’d learn how to control one. It just seemed easier that way.
In the course of one semester, my grades shot up and I became the most responsible boy in my school. I even amazed myself. The only motivation I needed was a shot at Traci Lords. I graduated towards the top of my class and took off straight to a college I couldn’t afford. Granted it was a community college but it was the best I could possibly do at the time. As was an associate’s degree in psychology. But that associate degree was helpful. Between that and my work in the campus library, I had college paid for. Just not just with money.
The first person I used my gifts on was Bridgette in the accounting office. I couldn’t exactly command her the way I could now but I could make her fudge some numbers here and there to put me on the fast track to a real college. And since I was heading to L.A. anyway to see Traci, I decided that would be the place to finish my studies.
Once I hit the California college campus I signed up for psychology as well as engineering. I couldn’t pay for this school either so once again I hit the admission office and used my amateur abilities to being Edna over to my side. Dear, sweet Edna who would occasionally lose my paperwork so that, financially speaking, I wasn’t actually a student at the college.
From Edna, I had to take care of her supervisor, Derek King. By the end of the first year, I had Derek and Edna in a torrid romance. And with Derek and Edna cheating together we had to take care of their spouses. Not to mention taking care of my professors. Despite my being in the top 10% of the entire campus, not a lot of professors specialize in the equipment I knew I’d need. Nevertheless, by the end of my second year, my engineering professor was having several torrid affairs with several students.
By the end of my third year, I was drawing attention from the college’s dean. Unfortunately, he had to retire due to an embezzlement scandal. And by the end of that, I had decided that I needed to disappear. Edna was a big help in wiping my history out at the college leaving me time to head home. Head home and see my mother.
I kept my mother tied to the toilet for two weeks before I was sure she accepted her new programming. When I was sure, we ransacked the house looking for pictures of me. And at the end of two weeks, she had no memory of me, I was now a string of neighborhood kids she’d babysat and helped take care of. And through it all, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel a thing. I was an unapologetic sexual sociopath and I was learning to spread my wings.
Next, I hit the hospital to take care of the physical copy of my birth certificate while talking to a nurse to delete my history from the computer. And then off I flew to the school to repeat myself. It’s funny how everything seems so much smaller when you’re an adult erasing your past. But it was a small town so by the end of the month I no longer existed. And when the FEDS eventually did catch up to me it took them nearly two years to prove who I was. But that was in the future and at that time I had a former teenage porn actress to fuck.
Off I flew back to L.A. and my crappy studio apartment. Nobody saw me for nearly a month. I was busy. The smell of burnt metal escaped out of my open window. I couldn't have afforded air conditioning except I needed all of my money for my hypnotism supplies. God bless Radio Shack. Between my studies and my electronics sucking up all of my time and money, I lost about twenty pounds. But in the end, I had everything I thought I’d need.
At the end of my mad month, I set out to find where Traci was living. You have no idea how difficult that was before the internet was invented. Phone books, card catalogs at the library, and short trips to the L.A. County Assessor’s Office. It took the better part of two weeks but I did it. I found Traci Lords.
She was living low-key if still comfortably in a small apartment complex. It made it kinda difficult to case the place since it was so small but so was I. And I only had to wait a couple of days before I hit pay dirt. Traci finally came out of her apartment and I finally got to see her in the flesh. I’d actually seen every inch of her flesh already but it was different seeing her in real life. She was somehow more real to me now than she had been in a magazine or in a TV. My dick had never been so painfully erect in my life.
Traci was dressed to go run errands. She wore nothing special at all. Even her makeup was plain and her wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. There was something to be said for makeup in that I barely recognized her without it. She was wearing a T-Shirt from some band I had never heard of along with a simple pair of running shorts. And she was perfect. Her large breasts swayed gently under her shirt and her legs scissored gracefully under her shorts. She wore simple sneakers and they somehow made her even sexier.
I watched her ass as he made her way to her car and after she left I darted to her front door. With my engineering degree, the locks fell apart in my hands and I scurried inside. I replaced the cassette tape in her answering with my own after using my tape player to record her voice. Now the background static would be penetrating her subconscious mind whenever she checked her messages. I clipped the plug on three of her lamps, replacing them with my own. Now the flickering of her bulbs would carry my messages straight to her brain. And beneath her bed, I placed my much smaller tape player. Now my voice would be whispering in her ear every time she slept.
I doubled and triple-checked my equipment and found everything in working order but I still found myself staying. I had to get out of there before Traci got back but I was in her bedroom and painfully erect. I fell face-first into her bed, rolling around on the mattress, inhaling her scent. I then leaped out of the bed and ran to her dresser and threw open every drawer. With one hand I yanked down my pants and underwear while I grabbed a pair of her panties with my other hand.
I nearly came when I shoved Traci’s panties in my pocket but I managed to control myself. I was saving myself. I’d make sure I could give Traci all that I could when we finally met but that didn’t stop me from giving myself a couple of strokes with another pair of Traci’s panties. With a groan I stopped myself and zipped back up, putting the second pair with the first pair, hoping that she wouldn’t notice. I straightened up her bedroom and then darted out. I was so nervous that I didn’t bother trying to hide from her neighbors, I just had to get out of there. Back in my car, I struggled to get my breathing under control so I could leave. My hands shook, making steering hard but I managed to get back to my apartment without getting pulled over by the police.
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After three excruciating days, I made my way back to Traci’s apartment. The last night I had gone to the local pizza shop and convinced the manager that I was a new hirer. Just some tapping on the counter with a quarter and modulating my voice. I was good enough to score some swag from time to time. In this case, I got an employee polo shirt and a pizza to deliver. The pizza never made it to its destination because I needed it as a prop.
Everybody knows the fantasy now but at the time it wasn’t the humorous stereotype that it is now. So I knocked on Traci’s front door and held the box up. “Pizza Express Pizza,” I said cheerfully. The moment Traci Lords opened her door my erection roared to life. My favorite porn star was standing less than three feet from me. She was so close I could smell her perfume. My eyes crawled over her body and face. She was dressed as a young girl with white sneakers, knee-high socks, a pleated skirt, and a white blouse. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs teased up high on her head. She was everything I thought she would be. “Oh, the pizza is here,” she squealed in delight, “Come on in.” So far so good except for my feet not working.
After finally remembering how to walk, I made my way inside and Traci closed the door behind me. “Let me get my purse,” she said and skipped away, her large tits wobbling beneath her blouse. I watched her skip away and skip back, my erection completely visible beneath my pants. I couldn’t help it and I couldn’t hide it, there was nothing I could do except put it to use. “Oh shoot, I lost my wallet,” Traci said with a sexy pout, “How will I be able to pay you?” she asked with a sexy pout and a small grin. I stood there dumbfounded. I was a few years away from perfecting my fantasies but this one was extremely simple, there was no script, and there was nothing I couldn’t say that wouldn’t lead to sex but I just couldn’t get the words out. Luckily, Traci was a pro and took the lead.
She took the pizza and set it aside before stepping up to me and pressing her body against mine. I could feel her large breasts against my chest through our clothes and her lower abdomen against my erection. Her body undulated and I came. “Mmmm… I bet I could think of a way,” she said with a knowing smile. Traci leaned further into me and slipped her tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep and passionately. Some part of me finally started taking control and I wrapped my arms around Traci’s waist and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I slid my hands up her back and then down, cupping her tight little ass through her skirt. Her hands slid down my arms and she cupped my erection through my pants, rubbing as I began grinding my dick against her palm. “Looks like I found the sausage,” she said with a grin.
Traci kept a hold of my dick as she got on her knees and opened my fly with practiced ease. My sticky cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the nose before she grabbed the base and began slowly jacking me off. And I came again. One thing about being young, is we bounce back quickly not to mention I didn’t even get soft in Traci’s knowledgeable hand. My seed covered the bottom half of her face and she used the tip of my dick to smear it around her pouty lips. I gasped out with my lock on Traci and her eyes locked on mine. Her lips and tongue danced across my shaft, her mouth giving me one of the most enthusiastic blow-jobs I would ever have. She took my length easily, sucking me hard and fast and then deep and slow, her eyes never breaking from mine. My body was finally starting to respond on its own and I slowly grabbed her ponytail and started thrusting into her magic mouth.
I knew I was going to cum again as my balls bounced off of Traci’s chin and for a moment I thought about trying to hold back but that moment passed by quickly. I slammed my hips forward, burying my prick in her mouth and my tip into her throat. The former porn start immediately started swallowing around my shaft and an instant before I erupted, filling her mouth with my hot cum. And Traci took it like a champ, not choking at all and not missing a drop. I groaned from deep in my chest, my body stretching out as if I had just woken in bed, my toes curling inside of my shoes. This time I actually started to soften but Traci took care of that easily. In just a few moments I was hard as a rock again as they sucked the last of the cum out of my throbbing pole.
Traci let me slip out of her mouth and smiled up at me from around my shaft. “Wow, guaranteed in less than thirty minutes,” she pouted up at me. She rubbed my cock-head around her full lips, smearing my cum around before unbuttoning her blouse. Her large, unique breasts slowly came into view and I licked my suddenly dry lips. Traci’s full, round tits were capped with large, puffy areola that pulled her breasts up and out, making them ridiculously perky. I had seen them on videotape more times than I could count but seeing them in person made my prick ache.
She slid her top down and grasped my cock and balls in her hands and began jacking me off again. She juggled my balls and tugged on my shaft with all the enthusiasm that she had sucked me off with. In every sex scene, I had ever watched her in she was always an enthusiastic lover. Her hand twisted at the base of my prick and then again at the top, her palm slipping across my sensitive tip before sliding back down to my base while the delicate fingers of her other hand excitedly juggled my sack. “Fuuuuck…” I groaned out in pleasure as Traci worked me like the professional that she had been.
Traci released my dick as she straightened herself up putting her phenomenal chest against my lower abdomen and her tits pressed around my shaft. Without any thought, I immediately began rubbing my cock against the warm flesh of her tits as she cupped them and pressed them against my shaft. I held onto the sides of Traci’s head as I finally fucked Traci Lords’ tit. My childhood dream was being fulfilled.
As I pushed my prick into Traci’s soft, warm cleavage, she lifted her tits up to meet me, and then as I pulled back, Traci pulled her tits down, fucking my prick with her tits as I fucked them at the same time. It was an amazing sensation. I reached down and moved her hands out of the way, grabbing her tits for myself. I immediately grab her like a baby with new toy, squeezing them until the warm, soft flesh oozed between my fingers. “Jesus Christ!” I gasped out as I palmed Traci’s tits and ran my thumbs around her puffy nipples.
As I approached yet another orgasm, I found the strength to stop myself and pulled myself out of Traci’s stunning cleavage. We both released her tits and I grabbed her under her arms and yanked her to her feet, leaving her blouse on the floor. I took a step back before falling into her couch and pulling her with me. She moaned lustfully as she landed, straddling my lap with her tits in my face.
“Do it, suck my tits,” she groaned lustfully as she began grinding down on my erection. I gripped her tits tightly in my hands, squeezing them like fruit as I sucked a large, puffy nipple into my mouth. I sucked noisily one nipple and then the other, rubbing the soft flesh of her breast around my face as Traci dry humped me and I came in my pants. I gave up and decided that my pants and underwear were beyond washing, I’d just have to burn them. Can’t afford to leave any DNA behind.
Traci sat up straighter and looked down at me. She licked her full, pouty lips. The look on her face was absolutely defiant. She was in charge and knew and dared me not to enjoy what she was doing. And that was Traci Lords’ appeal in a nutshell. And at only fourteen at the time. She was absolutely amazing. I certainly didn’t have a fraction of that confidence when I was fourteen and neither did anyone I had ever met. Traci had been a pornographic underage angel and now, years afterward, I was going to fuck her.
Without missing a stroke, Traci continued dry humping me as she unbuttoned the skirt revealing her supple thighs. It was hard to see her panties with her tits in my face and my neck hurt trying to look. She threw her skirt over her shoulder and then wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her chest and letting me nurse at her one-of-a-kind tits.
As she sat up straighter, and I couldn’t release my handhold on her tits, Traci grasped the base of my prick and held it up between her legs, and looked down at me with the sternest look that I have ever seen to this day. She was the boss of my dick and I better know it. She rubbed my tip against her wet lips before lowering herself down, taking my cock-head and the first inch of my erection inside of her. And of course, I came. My cum dribbled back down my shaft as Traci looked down at me. She didn’t look smug exactly but she did look proud of herself.
Traci lifted herself up to her feet, letting my wilting prick slide wetly out of her. She turned around and presented her ass to me. I reached up to grasp her soft orbs but she slapped my hand away with a playful swat while looking down at me from over her shoulder. She looked so hot! She sat down on my lap, facing away from me, her ass trapping my softening dick. Keeping her eyes on mine from over her sexy shoulder, Traci began grinding down against me, giving a lap dance that had never been repeated in all my time.
Traci Lords used her amazing hips to get me hard again in seconds. It was unbelievable. I had seen her hip action in the video but to experience personally was too much to describe. I had to get inside of her but I also kinda wanted to stay where I was. I slid my hands down her graceful spine to the top of her rocking ass and then to her hips. I held onto her hips as she continued massaging my dick with her soft, smooth ass cheeks. She was leaning forward, her hands on my knees as her stunning pelvis rocked and thrust and ran circles on my cock. I leaned up and planted my face into the back of her neck, smelling her perfume as well as her shampoo as I reached up in front of her to her renowned tits.
I squeezed her amazingly shaped breasts, thumbing her puffy nipples and just squeezing over and over again, proving that I still had a lot to learn about pleasuring a woman. And that’s when I realized that I had cum multiple times and taken my pleasure from Traci but I wasn’t really thinking about her needs. In college, I qualified for a master's in Engineering with a Minor in Abnormal Psychology. I audited several classes in the neural sciences as well as biology.
I pulled Traci to me, her back pressed against my chest, and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her like she was a teddy bear. It was an affectionate thing, something lovers would rather than just two people fucking. My hands wandered all over the front of her body but not over her breasts. I teased the firm orbs by moving just a fraction of an inch around them, making her desire the touch. One of my hands stayed at the front of her body while the other delved lower, slipping in between her spread legs. I began thrusting my cock against her, my shaft sliding between her cheeks, over her sensitive taint, and through her wet, dripping pussy-lips.
Traci groaned out as I teased her body, her hips moving frantically as I fucked her between her thighs. As she moaned from deep inside of her chest I laid us down on the couch with just barely enough room to hold us both laying on our sides. I moved us around until Traci was on her hands and knees with me on my knees behind her. I ran my hands over her heart-shaped ass and then up and down her back. She was panting like a dog and her skin was hot and flush.
I placed the tip of my cock into her dripping pussy and held it there for a moment, squeezing it in and out for a moment before slowly pushing in. This was it. This was how I lost my virginity. When I was completely inside of her and held myself still for a moment, enjoying the sensation that only fucking Traci Lords can give you. It was perfect. She was perfect. Everything was perfect. My hypothesis on hypnotism had been right. My hypothesis of building machines to induce a hypnotic state had been right. All that was left was one last orgasm with Traci and then see if she would call the cops once she was out of her trance or not. But getting to play with Traci Lords' body was worth the risk. With me nearly in my 20s and Traci was about halfway into her 20s, plus a former porn star, I was pretty sure I could sling enough bullshit in court to keep myself out of jail. I told myself to remember to hypnotize myself as a lawyer in the near future and then started fucking Traci.
Traci’s entire body undulated from her head to her neck, down her spine, and ended on her up-thrust ass. Apparently, I was taking too long so Traci started without me. Once again the former porn star used her hips to fuck me and it was like nothing I could have imagined. Not only did she have complete control of her hips but she had a nearly prehensile control of her pussy. It felt like a hot, wet, velvet fist had control of my prick, yanking it in whatever direction as Traci began thrusting herself back against me.
I knew what was about to happen and I tried to fight it off but I knew I’d never get there. Despite my extensive knowledge of the inner works of a woman’s erogenous zones spread throughout their bodies, I wouldn’t have time to use it. I fell forward and managed to get my hands on Traci’s unique tits as she fell forward under me. With her flat on her stomach on the couch and me flat on my stomach on her, I came. I spasmed and filled Traci’s tight cunt with my hot seed, moaning out as my toes curled and my eyes rolled back in my head. I could feel my ass clenching and release, trying to squeeze every bit of my cum out of my body and into Traci’s.
I collapsed totally on top of Traci, smothering her for a moment. I tried to roll off of her but forgot that we were laying on a couch so my naked, spent ass fell to the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Traci’s head popped up and finished the fantasy. “It looks like I know who to call when I want a thick sausage with my pizza,” she said with a sexy, pouty look on her face.
And with that said, Traci took a nap. She would sleep for an hour or so before waking up again and getting cleaned up and then taking another nap. Then Traci would wake up after another hour or so and go about her life. For each nap, she would have a dream about her former career and then tonight dream about what we had done. And like most dreams, she would quickly forget all about it as she woke and went about her morning. Or she could have a flashback, remember everything I did with her, and then call the cops. As I looked down at her naked body I burned the sight into my mind and decided Traci Lords’ body was worth the risk.
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And with a flash of flame and a wisp of smoke, all the physical evidence of my first hypnotic adventure was gone. My typed tale and the drawings for my equipment were gone from the Earth forever, burned in my wastepaper can while I sat out on the fire escape outside of my office/apartment. I wasn’t exactly much for self-reflection but I looked out at Hollywood and the streets I used to own and smiled. I had an amazing past and had an amazing future waiting for me.
To be continued…
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Traci Lords or have anything to do with her. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.
And I would just like to reiterate in case it is not clear in the story, both the characters are above 18 years of age.
Story Code: M/F, MC
The Hollywood Hypnosneak: Back In The Day
Chap. 01, Traci Lords
By Muhabba
It’s been pointed out to me that I might have gotten old. Twenty years in federal custody will do that to you. I had fucked and embezzled my way across half the planet back in the day and now that I was out of prison I planned on staying out. All of my files were hardcopy but according to my assistants, there was a way to ditch the hardcopy and secure everything in a hidden cloud. I do not know what that is but apparently, you scan your files into “off-site” storage that can then be accessed on any device as long as you know your password and where the “cloud” is. And this one was nearly impossible to get into if you didn’t already know it was there. It could literally be hidden on any server on the planet, moving from one to the other. So no accessing it from any random mobile device and always make sure your computer’s hard drive is properly maintained. All of my hard drives had a small vial of corrosive “acid” that would basically eat my hard drive if any of the CPUs were accessed incorrectly. Mess up the ID or Password and the device would erupt into metallic foam.
So here I am in my shitty office/apartment uploading my illicit files into an encrypted cloud before I destroy my present computer. I had already bought a computer to replace it as well as a tablet and phone. They were presents from my assistance. They had come to me and asked a favor. Camren had wanted to spread her wings in Hollywood which Jennifer had approved of. Producer, director, or whatever the best thing would be. Leaving me with another trail into Hollywood and the worst thing would be Camren came back and gave me Welcome Back anal. I of course went along with it, Jennifer and Camren could be very cute when they wanted to. We had haggled and I had gotten the new digital gear, a cloud, and a crash course into how to use them.
When I had first gotten pinched by the police, Jennifer had hidden all the files I had kept, and luckily the police hadn’t figured out my relationship with Miss Hewitt. So she had dug my files out and I had started the process of catching up to the 21st century.
Even as a child, I knew who my first would be. Nora Louise Kuzma. She was just about the only thing my father had left me with when he split. Actually, he left my mom and me with just enough crap to fill a cardboard box shoved into a corner in the basement. So one day, while looking for a place to stash my smokes so my mother wouldn’t find them, I found that dusty, forgotten box. Nothing much in it, just some trinkets and whatnot but at the bottom of the box, forgotten by my mother, was my dad’s porno stash. And the first thing on top of that stash was Nora Louise Kuzma pouting up at me under the name Traci Lords. Say hello to my first erection.
I jacked off so much to that mag that I actually hurt myself, rubbing skin off my shaft. Once it healed I dove back into the box and found a beta max of a Traci Lords compilation. By then I had figured out how to use lotion properly and emptied the bottle in a week. If my mom had noticed my lavender-scented underwear she never said anything. Which was a relief since I didn’t know how to express my obsession with Traci Lords.
I stole every magazine and tape that ever came through my neighborhood convenience store. And then came the day. The thing that locked her permanently into my brain. The news reported that Traci Lords had only been 14 when she had started in the business. She had started when she was barely older than me. And that’s when I knew that I had to have her. That I could have her. That she was so close to me already. She could actually be mine.
Not only did TV convince me that I could maybe meet and have my crush, but it also showed me how. Thank you, Johnny Carson. The nights that my mother worked late were the nights I used our beta max player to stroke myself to Traci but just as I was about to slip the tape in, Johnny Carson introduced his last guest, a hypnotist. It was more of a comedy bit but that struck me. No boy, fresh into puberty, actually knows how to talk to a girl, much less score with her. And rather than learn how, I decided that I’d learn how to control one. It just seemed easier that way.
In the course of one semester, my grades shot up and I became the most responsible boy in my school. I even amazed myself. The only motivation I needed was a shot at Traci Lords. I graduated towards the top of my class and took off straight to a college I couldn’t afford. Granted it was a community college but it was the best I could possibly do at the time. As was an associate’s degree in psychology. But that associate degree was helpful. Between that and my work in the campus library, I had college paid for. Just not just with money.
The first person I used my gifts on was Bridgette in the accounting office. I couldn’t exactly command her the way I could now but I could make her fudge some numbers here and there to put me on the fast track to a real college. And since I was heading to L.A. anyway to see Traci, I decided that would be the place to finish my studies.
Once I hit the California college campus I signed up for psychology as well as engineering. I couldn’t pay for this school either so once again I hit the admission office and used my amateur abilities to being Edna over to my side. Dear, sweet Edna who would occasionally lose my paperwork so that, financially speaking, I wasn’t actually a student at the college.
From Edna, I had to take care of her supervisor, Derek King. By the end of the first year, I had Derek and Edna in a torrid romance. And with Derek and Edna cheating together we had to take care of their spouses. Not to mention taking care of my professors. Despite my being in the top 10% of the entire campus, not a lot of professors specialize in the equipment I knew I’d need. Nevertheless, by the end of my second year, my engineering professor was having several torrid affairs with several students.
By the end of my third year, I was drawing attention from the college’s dean. Unfortunately, he had to retire due to an embezzlement scandal. And by the end of that, I had decided that I needed to disappear. Edna was a big help in wiping my history out at the college leaving me time to head home. Head home and see my mother.
I kept my mother tied to the toilet for two weeks before I was sure she accepted her new programming. When I was sure, we ransacked the house looking for pictures of me. And at the end of two weeks, she had no memory of me, I was now a string of neighborhood kids she’d babysat and helped take care of. And through it all, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel a thing. I was an unapologetic sexual sociopath and I was learning to spread my wings.
Next, I hit the hospital to take care of the physical copy of my birth certificate while talking to a nurse to delete my history from the computer. And then off I flew to the school to repeat myself. It’s funny how everything seems so much smaller when you’re an adult erasing your past. But it was a small town so by the end of the month I no longer existed. And when the FEDS eventually did catch up to me it took them nearly two years to prove who I was. But that was in the future and at that time I had a former teenage porn actress to fuck.
Off I flew back to L.A. and my crappy studio apartment. Nobody saw me for nearly a month. I was busy. The smell of burnt metal escaped out of my open window. I couldn't have afforded air conditioning except I needed all of my money for my hypnotism supplies. God bless Radio Shack. Between my studies and my electronics sucking up all of my time and money, I lost about twenty pounds. But in the end, I had everything I thought I’d need.
At the end of my mad month, I set out to find where Traci was living. You have no idea how difficult that was before the internet was invented. Phone books, card catalogs at the library, and short trips to the L.A. County Assessor’s Office. It took the better part of two weeks but I did it. I found Traci Lords.
She was living low-key if still comfortably in a small apartment complex. It made it kinda difficult to case the place since it was so small but so was I. And I only had to wait a couple of days before I hit pay dirt. Traci finally came out of her apartment and I finally got to see her in the flesh. I’d actually seen every inch of her flesh already but it was different seeing her in real life. She was somehow more real to me now than she had been in a magazine or in a TV. My dick had never been so painfully erect in my life.
Traci was dressed to go run errands. She wore nothing special at all. Even her makeup was plain and her wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. There was something to be said for makeup in that I barely recognized her without it. She was wearing a T-Shirt from some band I had never heard of along with a simple pair of running shorts. And she was perfect. Her large breasts swayed gently under her shirt and her legs scissored gracefully under her shorts. She wore simple sneakers and they somehow made her even sexier.
I watched her ass as he made her way to her car and after she left I darted to her front door. With my engineering degree, the locks fell apart in my hands and I scurried inside. I replaced the cassette tape in her answering with my own after using my tape player to record her voice. Now the background static would be penetrating her subconscious mind whenever she checked her messages. I clipped the plug on three of her lamps, replacing them with my own. Now the flickering of her bulbs would carry my messages straight to her brain. And beneath her bed, I placed my much smaller tape player. Now my voice would be whispering in her ear every time she slept.
I doubled and triple-checked my equipment and found everything in working order but I still found myself staying. I had to get out of there before Traci got back but I was in her bedroom and painfully erect. I fell face-first into her bed, rolling around on the mattress, inhaling her scent. I then leaped out of the bed and ran to her dresser and threw open every drawer. With one hand I yanked down my pants and underwear while I grabbed a pair of her panties with my other hand.
I nearly came when I shoved Traci’s panties in my pocket but I managed to control myself. I was saving myself. I’d make sure I could give Traci all that I could when we finally met but that didn’t stop me from giving myself a couple of strokes with another pair of Traci’s panties. With a groan I stopped myself and zipped back up, putting the second pair with the first pair, hoping that she wouldn’t notice. I straightened up her bedroom and then darted out. I was so nervous that I didn’t bother trying to hide from her neighbors, I just had to get out of there. Back in my car, I struggled to get my breathing under control so I could leave. My hands shook, making steering hard but I managed to get back to my apartment without getting pulled over by the police.
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After three excruciating days, I made my way back to Traci’s apartment. The last night I had gone to the local pizza shop and convinced the manager that I was a new hirer. Just some tapping on the counter with a quarter and modulating my voice. I was good enough to score some swag from time to time. In this case, I got an employee polo shirt and a pizza to deliver. The pizza never made it to its destination because I needed it as a prop.
Everybody knows the fantasy now but at the time it wasn’t the humorous stereotype that it is now. So I knocked on Traci’s front door and held the box up. “Pizza Express Pizza,” I said cheerfully. The moment Traci Lords opened her door my erection roared to life. My favorite porn star was standing less than three feet from me. She was so close I could smell her perfume. My eyes crawled over her body and face. She was dressed as a young girl with white sneakers, knee-high socks, a pleated skirt, and a white blouse. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs teased up high on her head. She was everything I thought she would be. “Oh, the pizza is here,” she squealed in delight, “Come on in.” So far so good except for my feet not working.
After finally remembering how to walk, I made my way inside and Traci closed the door behind me. “Let me get my purse,” she said and skipped away, her large tits wobbling beneath her blouse. I watched her skip away and skip back, my erection completely visible beneath my pants. I couldn’t help it and I couldn’t hide it, there was nothing I could do except put it to use. “Oh shoot, I lost my wallet,” Traci said with a sexy pout, “How will I be able to pay you?” she asked with a sexy pout and a small grin. I stood there dumbfounded. I was a few years away from perfecting my fantasies but this one was extremely simple, there was no script, and there was nothing I couldn’t say that wouldn’t lead to sex but I just couldn’t get the words out. Luckily, Traci was a pro and took the lead.
She took the pizza and set it aside before stepping up to me and pressing her body against mine. I could feel her large breasts against my chest through our clothes and her lower abdomen against my erection. Her body undulated and I came. “Mmmm… I bet I could think of a way,” she said with a knowing smile. Traci leaned further into me and slipped her tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep and passionately. Some part of me finally started taking control and I wrapped my arms around Traci’s waist and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I slid my hands up her back and then down, cupping her tight little ass through her skirt. Her hands slid down my arms and she cupped my erection through my pants, rubbing as I began grinding my dick against her palm. “Looks like I found the sausage,” she said with a grin.
Traci kept a hold of my dick as she got on her knees and opened my fly with practiced ease. My sticky cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the nose before she grabbed the base and began slowly jacking me off. And I came again. One thing about being young, is we bounce back quickly not to mention I didn’t even get soft in Traci’s knowledgeable hand. My seed covered the bottom half of her face and she used the tip of my dick to smear it around her pouty lips. I gasped out with my lock on Traci and her eyes locked on mine. Her lips and tongue danced across my shaft, her mouth giving me one of the most enthusiastic blow-jobs I would ever have. She took my length easily, sucking me hard and fast and then deep and slow, her eyes never breaking from mine. My body was finally starting to respond on its own and I slowly grabbed her ponytail and started thrusting into her magic mouth.
I knew I was going to cum again as my balls bounced off of Traci’s chin and for a moment I thought about trying to hold back but that moment passed by quickly. I slammed my hips forward, burying my prick in her mouth and my tip into her throat. The former porn start immediately started swallowing around my shaft and an instant before I erupted, filling her mouth with my hot cum. And Traci took it like a champ, not choking at all and not missing a drop. I groaned from deep in my chest, my body stretching out as if I had just woken in bed, my toes curling inside of my shoes. This time I actually started to soften but Traci took care of that easily. In just a few moments I was hard as a rock again as they sucked the last of the cum out of my throbbing pole.
Traci let me slip out of her mouth and smiled up at me from around my shaft. “Wow, guaranteed in less than thirty minutes,” she pouted up at me. She rubbed my cock-head around her full lips, smearing my cum around before unbuttoning her blouse. Her large, unique breasts slowly came into view and I licked my suddenly dry lips. Traci’s full, round tits were capped with large, puffy areola that pulled her breasts up and out, making them ridiculously perky. I had seen them on videotape more times than I could count but seeing them in person made my prick ache.
She slid her top down and grasped my cock and balls in her hands and began jacking me off again. She juggled my balls and tugged on my shaft with all the enthusiasm that she had sucked me off with. In every sex scene, I had ever watched her in she was always an enthusiastic lover. Her hand twisted at the base of my prick and then again at the top, her palm slipping across my sensitive tip before sliding back down to my base while the delicate fingers of her other hand excitedly juggled my sack. “Fuuuuck…” I groaned out in pleasure as Traci worked me like the professional that she had been.
Traci released my dick as she straightened herself up putting her phenomenal chest against my lower abdomen and her tits pressed around my shaft. Without any thought, I immediately began rubbing my cock against the warm flesh of her tits as she cupped them and pressed them against my shaft. I held onto the sides of Traci’s head as I finally fucked Traci Lords’ tit. My childhood dream was being fulfilled.
As I pushed my prick into Traci’s soft, warm cleavage, she lifted her tits up to meet me, and then as I pulled back, Traci pulled her tits down, fucking my prick with her tits as I fucked them at the same time. It was an amazing sensation. I reached down and moved her hands out of the way, grabbing her tits for myself. I immediately grab her like a baby with new toy, squeezing them until the warm, soft flesh oozed between my fingers. “Jesus Christ!” I gasped out as I palmed Traci’s tits and ran my thumbs around her puffy nipples.
As I approached yet another orgasm, I found the strength to stop myself and pulled myself out of Traci’s stunning cleavage. We both released her tits and I grabbed her under her arms and yanked her to her feet, leaving her blouse on the floor. I took a step back before falling into her couch and pulling her with me. She moaned lustfully as she landed, straddling my lap with her tits in my face.
“Do it, suck my tits,” she groaned lustfully as she began grinding down on my erection. I gripped her tits tightly in my hands, squeezing them like fruit as I sucked a large, puffy nipple into my mouth. I sucked noisily one nipple and then the other, rubbing the soft flesh of her breast around my face as Traci dry humped me and I came in my pants. I gave up and decided that my pants and underwear were beyond washing, I’d just have to burn them. Can’t afford to leave any DNA behind.
Traci sat up straighter and looked down at me. She licked her full, pouty lips. The look on her face was absolutely defiant. She was in charge and knew and dared me not to enjoy what she was doing. And that was Traci Lords’ appeal in a nutshell. And at only fourteen at the time. She was absolutely amazing. I certainly didn’t have a fraction of that confidence when I was fourteen and neither did anyone I had ever met. Traci had been a pornographic underage angel and now, years afterward, I was going to fuck her.
Without missing a stroke, Traci continued dry humping me as she unbuttoned the skirt revealing her supple thighs. It was hard to see her panties with her tits in my face and my neck hurt trying to look. She threw her skirt over her shoulder and then wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her chest and letting me nurse at her one-of-a-kind tits.
As she sat up straighter, and I couldn’t release my handhold on her tits, Traci grasped the base of my prick and held it up between her legs, and looked down at me with the sternest look that I have ever seen to this day. She was the boss of my dick and I better know it. She rubbed my tip against her wet lips before lowering herself down, taking my cock-head and the first inch of my erection inside of her. And of course, I came. My cum dribbled back down my shaft as Traci looked down at me. She didn’t look smug exactly but she did look proud of herself.
Traci lifted herself up to her feet, letting my wilting prick slide wetly out of her. She turned around and presented her ass to me. I reached up to grasp her soft orbs but she slapped my hand away with a playful swat while looking down at me from over her shoulder. She looked so hot! She sat down on my lap, facing away from me, her ass trapping my softening dick. Keeping her eyes on mine from over her sexy shoulder, Traci began grinding down against me, giving a lap dance that had never been repeated in all my time.
Traci Lords used her amazing hips to get me hard again in seconds. It was unbelievable. I had seen her hip action in the video but to experience personally was too much to describe. I had to get inside of her but I also kinda wanted to stay where I was. I slid my hands down her graceful spine to the top of her rocking ass and then to her hips. I held onto her hips as she continued massaging my dick with her soft, smooth ass cheeks. She was leaning forward, her hands on my knees as her stunning pelvis rocked and thrust and ran circles on my cock. I leaned up and planted my face into the back of her neck, smelling her perfume as well as her shampoo as I reached up in front of her to her renowned tits.
I squeezed her amazingly shaped breasts, thumbing her puffy nipples and just squeezing over and over again, proving that I still had a lot to learn about pleasuring a woman. And that’s when I realized that I had cum multiple times and taken my pleasure from Traci but I wasn’t really thinking about her needs. In college, I qualified for a master's in Engineering with a Minor in Abnormal Psychology. I audited several classes in the neural sciences as well as biology.
I pulled Traci to me, her back pressed against my chest, and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her like she was a teddy bear. It was an affectionate thing, something lovers would rather than just two people fucking. My hands wandered all over the front of her body but not over her breasts. I teased the firm orbs by moving just a fraction of an inch around them, making her desire the touch. One of my hands stayed at the front of her body while the other delved lower, slipping in between her spread legs. I began thrusting my cock against her, my shaft sliding between her cheeks, over her sensitive taint, and through her wet, dripping pussy-lips.
Traci groaned out as I teased her body, her hips moving frantically as I fucked her between her thighs. As she moaned from deep inside of her chest I laid us down on the couch with just barely enough room to hold us both laying on our sides. I moved us around until Traci was on her hands and knees with me on my knees behind her. I ran my hands over her heart-shaped ass and then up and down her back. She was panting like a dog and her skin was hot and flush.
I placed the tip of my cock into her dripping pussy and held it there for a moment, squeezing it in and out for a moment before slowly pushing in. This was it. This was how I lost my virginity. When I was completely inside of her and held myself still for a moment, enjoying the sensation that only fucking Traci Lords can give you. It was perfect. She was perfect. Everything was perfect. My hypothesis on hypnotism had been right. My hypothesis of building machines to induce a hypnotic state had been right. All that was left was one last orgasm with Traci and then see if she would call the cops once she was out of her trance or not. But getting to play with Traci Lords' body was worth the risk. With me nearly in my 20s and Traci was about halfway into her 20s, plus a former porn star, I was pretty sure I could sling enough bullshit in court to keep myself out of jail. I told myself to remember to hypnotize myself as a lawyer in the near future and then started fucking Traci.
Traci’s entire body undulated from her head to her neck, down her spine, and ended on her up-thrust ass. Apparently, I was taking too long so Traci started without me. Once again the former porn star used her hips to fuck me and it was like nothing I could have imagined. Not only did she have complete control of her hips but she had a nearly prehensile control of her pussy. It felt like a hot, wet, velvet fist had control of my prick, yanking it in whatever direction as Traci began thrusting herself back against me.
I knew what was about to happen and I tried to fight it off but I knew I’d never get there. Despite my extensive knowledge of the inner works of a woman’s erogenous zones spread throughout their bodies, I wouldn’t have time to use it. I fell forward and managed to get my hands on Traci’s unique tits as she fell forward under me. With her flat on her stomach on the couch and me flat on my stomach on her, I came. I spasmed and filled Traci’s tight cunt with my hot seed, moaning out as my toes curled and my eyes rolled back in my head. I could feel my ass clenching and release, trying to squeeze every bit of my cum out of my body and into Traci’s.
I collapsed totally on top of Traci, smothering her for a moment. I tried to roll off of her but forgot that we were laying on a couch so my naked, spent ass fell to the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Traci’s head popped up and finished the fantasy. “It looks like I know who to call when I want a thick sausage with my pizza,” she said with a sexy, pouty look on her face.
And with that said, Traci took a nap. She would sleep for an hour or so before waking up again and getting cleaned up and then taking another nap. Then Traci would wake up after another hour or so and go about her life. For each nap, she would have a dream about her former career and then tonight dream about what we had done. And like most dreams, she would quickly forget all about it as she woke and went about her morning. Or she could have a flashback, remember everything I did with her, and then call the cops. As I looked down at her naked body I burned the sight into my mind and decided Traci Lords’ body was worth the risk.
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And with a flash of flame and a wisp of smoke, all the physical evidence of my first hypnotic adventure was gone. My typed tale and the drawings for my equipment were gone from the Earth forever, burned in my wastepaper can while I sat out on the fire escape outside of my office/apartment. I wasn’t exactly much for self-reflection but I looked out at Hollywood and the streets I used to own and smiled. I had an amazing past and had an amazing future waiting for me.
To be continued…