Hey, I know it's been a while, but I lost the interest to write for a while there. I didn't receive any feedback from the last one, and only got a few votes. Hopefully, after this one, you guys will send a bit of feedback and vote a bit more. Anyway, this story is designed for your 'enjoyment'. So, with that said...enjoy!
Then the doors opened...and right there, I thought that heaven had fallen from the sky and landed in my apartment...my penthouse apartment. After gazing over my spacious living room, kitchen and dining room combined into one room, I noticed a spiral staircase, right next to the picture window overlooking the entire city, at the end of the room, painted a magnificent white.
Walking upwards, I began to hear what sounded almost like...singing? There was a huge hallway, in which, they had literally rolled out the red carpet. The rooms adjoining the doorway appeared to be a games room with a pool table, Jacuzzi, and lots of little neat things, a movie viewing room with recliners and a huge DVD collection next to the enormous flat-screen plasma TV, and there was two bedrooms at the end of the hallway, one of them obviously the master bedroom.
The room was beautifully decorated, almost as if it was designed specifically for me (hmm) and adjoining the bedroom was my ensuite. The pounding of water from a shower was unmistakable now, and a beautiful voice was resonating throughout the bathroom and bedroom as a result of the echo created. I could have sworn that I had heard that voice before...somewhere...
"I think I'm jealous of your..." continued the singing...
"Oh my god...Alicia Keys? It couldn't be, could it? Well, there's only one way to find out."
Walking ever so quietly down the hallway, removing my tie, my heart began to alternate it's beating between my chest and my throat. The curtain was pulled so whoever it was wouldn't have been able to see me coming anyway, but nevertheless, I was nervous. Standing just outside the shower, I said, quite awkwardly, and now that I look back, quite pathetically, "Hello?"
With no response, I proceeded to pull back the shower curtain where the very first image I had was that of a fist swinging at my face. I actually heard the thud as my skull connected with the tile floor. After the birds and stars stopped spinning around my head, I saw a dripping wet Alicia Keys wrapped in a towel, holding a bar of soap as if it would suffice as a weapon of self-defence.
"Who are you?" she inquired as if I had broken into her house. Had I?
"My name's Simon...Simon Shadow." I answered, sitting up and recovering my balance and vision.
"Oh my god, Simon, I'm so sorry" Alicia said, extremely apologetically, putting down the soap before she hurt anyone with it (phew). Helping me to my feet, I did notice that her towel was wrapped in such a way that I got a slight view of her light brown nipple showing through as she helped me up. Alas, the view did not last all too long, and we moved downstairs into the living room, her still in a towel.
Fortunately, they had pre-stocked my fridge and a pack of frozen peas felt really good against the soon-to-be swelling on my face. She had a seat on the one-seater section of my sofa, while I laid down on the three-seater so that the peas would stay quite easily on my face. She began to explain her situation about why she was here and why she had hit me.
"I'm really sorry about hitting you. I didn't realize it was you. Usually, these psych sessions last a couple of hours, and I knew you had just started in there with Neve, which brings me to why I'm up here."
"I am halfway through my concerts here in Australia, which is stressful enough, and here is my manager, Jeff Robbins, coming on to me and expecting me to start writing for my next CD all at once. It's just too much for me to handle. The D-Man told me to come see you. Your receptionist told me you were busy but it would be okay if I wanted to have a shower up here. After all, I was quite sweaty after my concert, and I came straight here. It took like, 10 hours in the limo to get here."
I figured it was about time I started speaking. "Well, first off, don't worry about the punch. I've taken worse, but you do have a good right hook," she giggled at that "and I'll help you any way you like. I can hypnotize you, or just talk you through what's going on." I offered, thinking I was being pretty smooth under the circumstances. I noticed that from my horizontal point of view, although her legs were crossed, I got a considerable amount of silky, tanned thigh.
She must have caught me watching, because she coughed suddenly, and put her legs together, blushing slightly. This surprised me. I was sure that people of her stature were used to people admiring their beauty. But I had to remember to remain professional. "Well, I am kind of uncomfortable with the idea of someone having complete control over me..." she began, but I interjected.
"Actually, I wouldn't have total control. Hypnotism is about analysing the subconscious that you don't even know about. Technically, I cannot make you do anything you do not want to do."
"Technically?"
"Yes, well, sometimes it is possible to work your way around that, but I can promise you that you have nothing to fear from me."
"Sorry Simon, you seem like a pretty nice guy" Alicia told me, pausing to lick her lips, "but I'm just not comfortable."
"That's perfectly understandable. Believe me, you aren't the only one with this point of view. Now, where would you like to start?"
A few hours later.
"Wow, Simon, that was fantastic. You wouldn't believe how much better I feel just getting that off of my chest." Alicia told me, while I wondered what else I'd like to get off that chest. She stood up, and I questioned whether that was what I should be doing. After all, there appeared to be a noticeable bulge in my khakis, well hidden by my skilled 'leg-crossing' technique. Many times has this saved me in moments of crisis. "Do you mind turning around while I get changed?" she asked, seemingly disappointed, although I was sure that the talk had helped. As I turned my head to face the other way, I imagined Casey in a tutu to slow the blood flow into Mr. Happy. 'Shudder'.
Out of nowhere, she screamed. Instinctively, I jumped up and ran to see what was wrong. In her haste of screaming at whatever she was frightened of, I noticed that she had dropped her towel. I swear, I was either being punished or commended for something, having this vision of beauty bestowed upon me twice in the one day. Asking what was wrong, I lost control of my eyes, as they travelled from her completely bald crotch to her not-a-hint-of-sag breasts, topped off with perky nipples. Throwing her arms around me, she started ranting and raving.
"Oh my god, it was right there, crawling along the floor. Kill it, kill it, kill it..."
I realized that a bug or something must have crawled along the floor. Looking around, I made sure that it wasn't there anymore. "Look, Alicia, whatever was there isn't there anymore" I said comfortingly, my hands developing a consciousness of their own, travelling down her hips to her arse.
A shocked Alicia pulled back slightly, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me, deeply. Continuing to massage her arse with the tips of my fingers, her hands made light work, stripping me of my business shirt. Each button that she undid sent a jolt of electricity through my body, her fingernails barely scratching my bare skin. Placing more pressure onto the cheeks of her arse, I lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around me. I could feel the heat radiating from her exposed pussy through my pants. Setting her down on the kitchen bench, I kissed my way down her chest and stomach. Starting at the neck, I slowly licked and kissed the skin softly, stopping to nibble on her nipple, eliciting a moan from Alicia. From the feel of her stomach, she had to do at least a few hundred sit-ups a week. To prolong the pleasure of exploring every inch of this body, I went all the way down to the toes on her right leg, caressing and kissing my way past her knees and thighs until I was right at her glistening pussy. Blowing lightly on it, I quickly moved my way down to the left toes, and used the same method.
"Oh, for gods sake" she cried, shoving me face-first into her snatch, "Just eat me!"
Never one to disobey the order of a beautiful woman, my tongue began tracing circles around her clit, never actually coming into contact with it.
"God, you are such a tease" she groaned, every male knowing that this means that she was enjoying every second of it. With no warning whatsoever, I shoved two fingers into her wet hole, and pushed my tongue as hard as possible right up against her clit. Moving my hand and tongue as fast as possible simultaneously, her hips started bucking, and she came, literally 'screaming in A Minor'. Coming down from her orgasm, I started kissing her, still frustrated myself. Stopping the kiss, she looked at me, and started unzipping my pants, the belt still in my office after Neve.
"I guess this means that I get the favour returned," I offered as a hopeful suggestion.
"Sorry, I don't give head, I've never liked giving it" she said, surprising me, considering that she is a part of Hollywood. "But, I will let you put it in any hole you'd like..." looking mischievously at me, "...or both". Gee, can you guess my reaction? Resisting the urge to do cartwheels around the apartment yelling "woo-hoo", she continued to reach into my boxers and stroke my dick to hardness, although not surprisingly, it already was at its peak. Leaning over the table in the kitchen, sticking her arse into the air, she looked back at me seductively over her shoulder. (she'd done this before)
"It's your choice, lover boy"
As she turned her head back to face the fireplace in the lounge area, I nearly fell over myself hopping out of my khakis and boxers. Positioning myself at her entrance, and regaining some composure, I slowly worked my way in. Admittedly not the tightest I've ever had, but my god, was it hot, and I don't just mean the fact that Alicia Keys was bending over my kitchen table, offering her every orifice to me. It was so wet, that I slid right in there, and it felt like my dick was on fire, in a good way. She turned her head and laid it sideways on the table, with a look of utter contentment on her face. Starting slow, for the first few strokes, I let the whole shaft come out into the cold air, leaving just the head inside, and then moved it ever so slowly back in, up to the hilt.
By about the seventh stroke, I started ramming it in as fast and hard as I could. Already having came earlier, and having sat in front of Alicia Keys sitting in a towel for a few hours, I was horny as all hell, and sensitive too. "Oh god, Simon, faster. mmmmm...uh....go as fast as you can....oh yeah, that's it" Alicia started egging me on, and for some strange reason, it worked. Sticking it into the highest gear my body had, my dick became a blur, sliding in an out of her little slice of heaven. "Don't stop, I'm so close, soooo close...." Alicia managed to murmur.
Thinking the same about myself, in my haste to get her to cum before I did and was spent for the day, I slipped out. Not worrying about guiding it, I just pushed forward so quickly that it could have seemed like a single stroke to her. Surprisingly, I ended up being buried up to the hilt in her arse. The juices that were coming out of her cunt must have leaked back there, lubricating her puckered rim. Continuing the pace, it was almost like they were the same hole, the feeling still as excruciatingly pleasurable.
