Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
It had been a long week for Shania Twain. The country star had just come off a full weeks' worth of concerts and a few talk show appearances. She was running ragged and looked it. So, she attacked her day off with ferocity. She dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a dark shirt and a jacket. Her long brown hair rolled past her shoulders and she slipped on a pair of boots.
It was a nice day in Houston, surprisingly cool. Shania was happy for the weather, even happier that she hadn't been recognized. She knew her manager and the crew would be angry that she had split the hotel without telling them, but hey, it was her music and her tour. She needed a break, a way to get her energy out. A day walking seemed to be the perfect way to achieve that.
Shania was unaware that she had been recognized at a caf‚ an hour earlier. She didn't see the stocky, balding man get up from his table and race to his apartment a few blocks away. And she didn't see him following her for the last several blocks. The man took a quick shortcut he knew about, one that would allow him to get a few yards ahead of Shania, right when she passed a corner that was almost always deserted.
Shania had just turned the corner when she felt a pair of hands grab her and yank her into an alley. She gave a small yelp and turned to see who it was. She had barely glanced at the man before he raised an cylinder-shaped device at her and pushed a button. A green beam shot out of the device and struck Shania right in the face. Instantly, all of Shania's fears washed away. So did all her cares, her worries, her thoughts, her will. She felt the hypno-beam's power and soon the only thought in her mind was to please her Master.
The man tucked the cylinder into his pocket and took Shania's hand. He led her through back alleys and secluded streets, so no one saw or noticed the blank expression on her face. He took her to a run-down apartment building, up to the third floor. His apartment was rather shabby, dust covering everything except a table laden with tools and odd gadgets. He brought her to his cramped bedroom, where posters of various starlets, including Shania, covered the walls.
"Take off your jacket and open your shirt," the man said as he fumbled with his clothing.
Slowly, Shania slipped off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. She undid the buttons on her shirt and lay it open, exposing the dark bra covering her breasts. She stopped and waited for Master to touch her as he wanted. Naked, Master came over to her and cupped her tits in his hands.
He watched them as if hypnotized himself, his hands running over the silk fabric. He saw that the clasp was in the front and undid it with trembling fingers. The bra came undone and her breasts fell loose, but not far. The man put his face down to her magnificent tits and squeezed them over his face. He ran his hands over the curves and his tongue snaked out and tickled each nipple. The tickling turned to kisses and then to sucking as the man took Shania's tits in his mouth, suckling on them like a newborn baby. Shania stood frozen, her head lolling back and a moan on her lips as she felt Master pleasure her.
Master finally broke off and stood back. He lay back on the small bed, his cock sticking right towards the ceiling. "Pleasure me," he said. Shania felt his power and immediately began to undress herself. A sheen of sweat covered her naked body as she finally stood nude in the warm apartment. She walked forward and sat herself onto the man's rod. She began to rock herself back and forth on it, a slow rythym that soon built to a higher pitch, just like her songs.
Master smiled as he ran his hands up to her tits, squeezing them for all they were worth. Shania continued to move herself back and forth on the man's cock, the breast-suckling from before turning her on immensely. It was no surprise that when the man ejaculated into her, she let out a hue gasp and leaned back in joy. The man pushed Shania off of him and knelt. He placed his dick right next to Shania's mouth. She needed no instructions. She took his dripping rod in her hands and placed it into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down the shaft as she pinched the balls, sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle. The man leaned back slightly with a grin on his face as she took him down her throat. His smile widened as he shot his load into her mouth and felt her throat working in a way her fans wouldn't believe. As the man embraced the hypnotized singer, he congratulated himself on an excellent first test of his beam. He had more ideas on who to use it on, but for now, he decided to enjoy his private audience with a beautiful singer.