Happy Birthday
folder
Individual Celebrities › Keanu Reeves
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,243
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Individual Celebrities › Keanu Reeves
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,243
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Happy Birthday
Disclaimer: I don't own Angelina Jolie or Keanu Reeves. This is Pure Fiction.
Happy Birthday
Angelina turned the key and let herself in Keanu's house. She went to the alarm keypad and made sure that the alarm was off. Keanu must have been home since the alarm was not activated. She walked towards his office calling out to him.
"Keanu? Are you here?" Maybe he had taken the dog out for a walk. She didn't see him in the office so she headed for the kitchen, deciding to make him something to eat. She wasn't a great cook but she had learned a few things that he liked. She placed her purse on the table and was about to go to the fridge when she felt something move over her head and cover her eyes. She instantly tensed and was preparing to attack when she heard his voice in her ear.
"Do what I say." He whispered and when she stilled, he tied something over her eyes. Then he put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her, guiding her toward his plan would be laid out. In the darkness she had no choice but to trust him and her mind played out many fantasies of what was to come. He held onto her arm to let her know she should stop walking and she immediately stopped. Placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing down wards she started to kneel but felt her legs hit a chair and sat down there instead. She felt him lift her ams and place them on the armrests, it felt like one of the dining room chairs, the intracate carvings in the wood felt familiar under her fingers. She felt him moving around and was certain he would tie her arms and legs, she felt her pussy moisten at the thought.
"Whatever happens, do not move your hands or feet, unless I am the one to move them." He said in a low voice as he let go of her wrists. She just nodded and clutched the arms as tightly as she could, sure her knuckles were white. She heard the rustle of his clothes, moving away from her and his footsteps leading out of the room and down the all, where had he gone? She wondered. After several moments she was tempted to take the cover off her eyes when she heard him, he was behind her.
"Are you ready?" She jumped a bit, she hadn't heard him coming back, there were no sounds to alert her to his presence.
"Yes." She replied, a smile of anticipation curving her full lips. She couldn't hear him moving but she thought she could feel his body heat between her legs, but he surprised her when she felt his lips on her neck and his hands on her shirt, unbutton it, from behind. She would occasionally feel a brush of his skin against her own as he completed his job, and she fought the overwhelming urge to take his hand and make him touch her. When her shirt was open he slid it down her shoulders, pausing to kiss each one and add a little bite, before lifting first her left arm and then her right and taking the blouse off completely. Then he unhooked her bra and took that off before he put her hands back on the armrests, reminding her softly not to lift them. He moved around to stand between her thighs and unbuttoned her pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. As he started to ease her pants off he quickly leaned in and gave her nipple a tug with his teeth, she gasped and he smiled to himself. He would make her cum so many times tonight she would beg him to stop. When he finally had her pants off he put her legs back into the spread postion her wanted them in and stepped away from her.
'Where has he gone?' She wondered. And then she felt something warm and thick running on her stomach legs and pussy, she could smell it, sweet, maybe honey. She thought. She forgot to think when she felt his tongue licking it off of her thigh. He licked her inner legs and stomach clean, ignoring her aching pussy where the liquid was running down onto the chair. He was still for several moments, not moving and Angelina desperately wanted to tug his head onto her but she knew she had to keep her hands on the chair or he would stop. Finally, he ran his tongue along her pussy, licking away the sticky mess and causing her back to arch. He swirled his tongue around her clit until she came and leaned back against the chair, catching her breath. He didn't allow her time to rest, for the pounding of her heart to subside, suddenly there was something warm and hard sliding deeping inside of her.
"Oh." She gasped. It was too smooth to be his dick, it didn't feel like a vibrator either. She wondered what it could be even as he began to work it faster. Soon she was thrusting her hips in time with his hand, pushing up to meet him. Pleasurable jolts, shooting out from deep inside of her and spreading down through her arms and legs, which she fought to control, to keep them in place. As she got closer and closer to orgasm, he leaned in and began to suck on her clit again. She cried out, bucking faster against his mouth, her hands were cramped from holding onto the chair so tightly.
"Oh God...Keanu!" She moaned and fell over the edge. He kissed her thighs and stomach and said to her,
"Stay here, I'll be right back." She nodded, sweaty hair clinging to her face and waited for him. She felt the cover removed from her eyes and blinked at the sudden brightness of the room. He was fully dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a Toronto Maple Leafs T-shirt. He took first one hand then the other and massaged away the aches. Then he kissed each finger and then her lips.
"Happy Birthday." He whispered in her ear.
Happy Birthday
Angelina turned the key and let herself in Keanu's house. She went to the alarm keypad and made sure that the alarm was off. Keanu must have been home since the alarm was not activated. She walked towards his office calling out to him.
"Keanu? Are you here?" Maybe he had taken the dog out for a walk. She didn't see him in the office so she headed for the kitchen, deciding to make him something to eat. She wasn't a great cook but she had learned a few things that he liked. She placed her purse on the table and was about to go to the fridge when she felt something move over her head and cover her eyes. She instantly tensed and was preparing to attack when she heard his voice in her ear.
"Do what I say." He whispered and when she stilled, he tied something over her eyes. Then he put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her, guiding her toward his plan would be laid out. In the darkness she had no choice but to trust him and her mind played out many fantasies of what was to come. He held onto her arm to let her know she should stop walking and she immediately stopped. Placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing down wards she started to kneel but felt her legs hit a chair and sat down there instead. She felt him lift her ams and place them on the armrests, it felt like one of the dining room chairs, the intracate carvings in the wood felt familiar under her fingers. She felt him moving around and was certain he would tie her arms and legs, she felt her pussy moisten at the thought.
"Whatever happens, do not move your hands or feet, unless I am the one to move them." He said in a low voice as he let go of her wrists. She just nodded and clutched the arms as tightly as she could, sure her knuckles were white. She heard the rustle of his clothes, moving away from her and his footsteps leading out of the room and down the all, where had he gone? She wondered. After several moments she was tempted to take the cover off her eyes when she heard him, he was behind her.
"Are you ready?" She jumped a bit, she hadn't heard him coming back, there were no sounds to alert her to his presence.
"Yes." She replied, a smile of anticipation curving her full lips. She couldn't hear him moving but she thought she could feel his body heat between her legs, but he surprised her when she felt his lips on her neck and his hands on her shirt, unbutton it, from behind. She would occasionally feel a brush of his skin against her own as he completed his job, and she fought the overwhelming urge to take his hand and make him touch her. When her shirt was open he slid it down her shoulders, pausing to kiss each one and add a little bite, before lifting first her left arm and then her right and taking the blouse off completely. Then he unhooked her bra and took that off before he put her hands back on the armrests, reminding her softly not to lift them. He moved around to stand between her thighs and unbuttoned her pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. As he started to ease her pants off he quickly leaned in and gave her nipple a tug with his teeth, she gasped and he smiled to himself. He would make her cum so many times tonight she would beg him to stop. When he finally had her pants off he put her legs back into the spread postion her wanted them in and stepped away from her.
'Where has he gone?' She wondered. And then she felt something warm and thick running on her stomach legs and pussy, she could smell it, sweet, maybe honey. She thought. She forgot to think when she felt his tongue licking it off of her thigh. He licked her inner legs and stomach clean, ignoring her aching pussy where the liquid was running down onto the chair. He was still for several moments, not moving and Angelina desperately wanted to tug his head onto her but she knew she had to keep her hands on the chair or he would stop. Finally, he ran his tongue along her pussy, licking away the sticky mess and causing her back to arch. He swirled his tongue around her clit until she came and leaned back against the chair, catching her breath. He didn't allow her time to rest, for the pounding of her heart to subside, suddenly there was something warm and hard sliding deeping inside of her.
"Oh." She gasped. It was too smooth to be his dick, it didn't feel like a vibrator either. She wondered what it could be even as he began to work it faster. Soon she was thrusting her hips in time with his hand, pushing up to meet him. Pleasurable jolts, shooting out from deep inside of her and spreading down through her arms and legs, which she fought to control, to keep them in place. As she got closer and closer to orgasm, he leaned in and began to suck on her clit again. She cried out, bucking faster against his mouth, her hands were cramped from holding onto the chair so tightly.
"Oh God...Keanu!" She moaned and fell over the edge. He kissed her thighs and stomach and said to her,
"Stay here, I'll be right back." She nodded, sweaty hair clinging to her face and waited for him. She felt the cover removed from her eyes and blinked at the sudden brightness of the room. He was fully dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a Toronto Maple Leafs T-shirt. He took first one hand then the other and massaged away the aches. Then he kissed each finger and then her lips.
"Happy Birthday." He whispered in her ear.