Ann: A Love Story Ch. 43

"What's taking them so long? We're really going to be late," Dana said, grabbing my arm and twisting it so she could look at my watch. "We were supposed to be at the restaurant 15 minutes ago."

"It's okay, Dana. There's no timetable, is there?"

"Well no...but it is a Monday night. Most of us have to work tomorrow."

"You didn't today," I said with a smile, thinking about how she'd blown off work because we'd been up late the night before playing the sex board game, which no doubt was purchased by whomever gave it to her from the very store we were standing in.

"I took this as a vacation day weeks ago. I just didn't tell Ann because I didn't want her to know about the surprise party. I hope she had a good time."

"She did. And we're going to get a lot of good use out of the things she got," I said with a laugh.

Just then, the curtains parted, and Missy strutted through them, making her way back towards the two of us standing next to the register.

"Holy shit!" Dana said as she watched Missy's steamy eyes dance as she paraded down the aisle.

Holy shit was right. I could have said that and a lot more, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. I could almost hear the necks snapping of the guys who'd been waiting patiently for another glimpse of Ann's tits as they wretched them trying to follow Missy as she walked through the store. I was certain there would be some kind of whiplash effect on a couple of them. I know that I heard their moans. I might have ended up with a neck brace too had she not been walking right at me, the wicked, tight-lipped grin sending a shiver down my spine.

Missy had walked out from behind the dressing room curtain much like Ann must have walked in earlier. She'd taken the straps of her sundress and lowered them over her shoulders, letting the top of the dress fall. The only thing holding up the dress at all was the sash she had tied tightly around her waist.

My eyes were focused on the large areolas and nipples topping Missy's magnificent breasts. I knew they were big early on, from the sheer nature of the white dress against her dark skin, and the fact that she hadn't been wearing a bra. But now they seemed like headlights mounted on her tits; and the high beams were definitely on. I could feel my head bobbing slightly as I leered at them bouncing elegantly in time with her sexy gait. Missy could have been a runway model the way her feet were perfectly placed one in front of the other to maximize the sway of her hips, making her long black hair flow in the breeze she was creating. This was one sexy fucking woman, and she was heading our way.

Well, my way. Dana might as well have been a blow up sex doll on display, as Missy didn't seem to notice her in the surroundings. And since Dana was actually standing next to one, that only added to the oddity of the entire situation. It was beyond bizarre. But Missy only saw me, her sights fixed on my eyes. I had lifted mine from gazing at her amazing chest, and they became ensnared in her smoldering irises.

Missy stopped less than a foot in me, making sure she was invading my personal space. I wasn't about to complain about that, though. She stood firm, her feet shoulder width apart, with her hands on her hips. As much as I wanted to stare at her breasts again, I couldn't take my eyes off of her eyes. They were a dark, deep brown, appearing almost black. But they were alive, the fluorescent lights of the store reflecting like stars. They were not only deep in color, they were deep in character. They pulled at me, like they had some kind of mystical power. Or maybe it was more of a physical power, like a vacuum trying to suck me into her soul. Regardless, Missy had my full attention as she stood her ground confidently, grinning at me.

"Did I tell you I love your dress?" I joked, offering Missy a sexy smile.

Missy's answer to the question I'd asked...one intended to try and throw her off her stride...was to instead throw me off mine. And she did that by practically pouncing at me. Before I could react, Missy had leapt forward and I found myself holding her as she pressed her mouth against mine, her hands holding my head. I was suddenly in the middle of a hot steamy kiss. I panicked for a brief moment, until I realized that a couple of things were happening.

First, there was the distinctive taste of a woman. And it wasn't Missy, as in, I tasted her mouth as she kissed me. I'm sure that I WAS tasting her mouth, but the... flavor, for lack of a better word, was definitely sweeter to my palate. And immediately after that initial taste hit my tongue, Missy opened her mouth wider. She pushed her tongue forward, feeding it to me...along with a gift she'd found back in the dressing room.

It hit me like a punch. The sudden impact of what Missy was doing, coupled with the realization of what she obviously had just done, overwhelmed me to the point that she had to help me lean back into that counter of the checkout area again to keep my balance. Once she had me stable, and still somewhat upright, she moaned as she transferred the contents of her mouth to mine.

The first savory taste I'd experienced was Ann. Namely, the taste of Ann's wet pussy on Missy's lips. Which meant that the other taste that I was experiencing was...me. Missy had obviously eaten Ann's cunt. And from what I could tell, she must have dug her tongue deep inside Ann's tight snatch. She seemed to have gotten all of the cum I'd deposited there when I'd fucked Ann upstairs, because she was feeding me a huge load.

It was more than I'd ever had in my mouth before, and that weirded me out a little. But now that I had opened my mouth, literally and figuratively, and admitted my penchant for being more than willing to taste my own sperm, I had a reputation to uphold. More importantly, so did Ann. She had bragged about me to her girlfriend, who thought it was so preposterous that she'd actually questioned Ann's integrity. Well, perhaps it wasn't that severe, but if it was even somewhere in that neighborhood, I felt I had an obligation to defend Ann's honor.

Regaining a little of my composure, I swallowed some of what was in my mouth, and then I started sharing the rest back and forth with Missy. She went wild, pressing harder into my body, pulling her left leg up and wrapping it around my right thigh, pulling my groin into her crotch. She began humping against my growing cock, and she moaned into my mouth.

Missy got lost in the moment, forgetting where we were. That or she just didn't care at the moment that we were in the middle of her store. Sure, it was a sex store...but that didn't mean people would expect to actually see something sexual happening there out in the open. But she was so into what I did, she grabbed my left hand and brought it up to her breast, and she squeezed my fingers with hers, showing me she wanted me to feel them up.

Part of me was nervous about it, what with Dana standing next to us, staring at what I was doing. But I knew that if Missy had come out from behind the magic curtain as she did, Ann had to have known about it, and must have approved. Still, I didn't KNOW that, so I was only willing to go so far.

The way Missy was grinding her pelvis into mine, I knew what she wanted...or, what she needed. We still hadn't broken off the sultry kiss she'd initiated, and we continued to play with the cum in her mouth, moving it back and forth between us, making a sticky mess on our lips as we pressed them together. And that had her on fire.

Reaching my right hand down, I pulled up the hem of her dress while I pinched her nipple with my other hand. Missy moaned as she felt my hand slip underneath the material, and she caught her breath as my fingers brushed against the soft curls of her closely cropped pubic mound just above her pussy. I ran my fingers through that hair, my fingertips moving roughly along her skin, making Missy's stomach draw in from my touch. She moaned her approval, and I moved my hand lower.

My index finger brushed against her swollen clit, and my mind raced thinking about what it must have looked like. If felt huge, even though I barely touched it on my way to her running my middle finger through the folds of her pussy. I played with Missy's labia, spreading it with my fingers and feeling how wet she was. The outside of my index finger hit something that felt, well...different. But my mind was thrown off that she grabbed my ass. She was also sucking at my tongue, which I held still, letting her play with it.

By the time I stuck my middle and index fingers into her pussy, Missy had swallowed the last of the load she'd found in Ann's cunt, and she broke off the kiss to throw her head backwards. I licked at her neck and chin as I started thrusting my fingers into her cunt, dragging my thumb across her throbbing clit.

"Oh...SHIT!" Missy snapped, her body starting to shake. Her body fell forward, pressing against me as I leaned on the counter. I had to take my hand off of her tit, very reluctantly, to put my arm around her waist and hold her steady. Missy's hard abdomen pinned my right arm between us, holding it there while I finger fucked her.

Missy's orgasm hit her swiftly, and violently. She threw her head forward, making some her long hair fly over us as she leaned down and placed her open mouth on my shoulder, biting into my shirt, hoping to hold in what she wanted to scream out. It hurt, but at the same time, the intensity of what we were doing made it feel good...or, at least tolerable. It felt like it was supposed to feel...hot. Missy was breathing through her nose, and her stifled screams became steamy breath on my skin though the wet fabric of my shirt.

With Missy pinning my arm, I could only use my wrist to finger her wet cunt. So, I buried my fingers deep inside her, and held them still, and concentrated on rubbing her clit with my thumb as fast as I could. I felt the warm fluid from her pussy flood my hand, and her legs started to wobble. A second later, she took a deep breath, and she went limp, collapsing onto me with her full weight.

I quickly wiggled my hand out from between us and grabbed her, holding her in my arms. I couldn't help but wrap my right arm underneath Missy's arm and around her neck, bringing my hand to my mouth to taste where it had just been. I smiled as I licked my fingers. The sweetness exploded in my mouth, and I dreamed about how amazing it would have been to have it wash over my tongue as I licked the source where it came from. But I knew that wasn't to be. In fact, the moment we'd just shared was perfect, because I knew in my mind that when Missy gathered herself and was able to stand up so I could see, Ann would be standing next to Dana in a hot new outfit, smiling about what she'd set up.

Missy recovered about a minute later, and she pushed her upper body away from me for just a moment as she threw her hair back, getting it out of our faces. She was standing in the same sexy position she'd been in just before she kissed me, her hands on her hips as she stared into my eyes. I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she quickly leaned forward and kissed me one more time. It was a quick kiss, but it was hot. As she pulled back, she grinned.

"What was THAT for," I asked, a little stunned that she'd kissed me again.

"Hey, you're the one that said it's rude not to kiss after sex, buddy. I'm just making sure I thank you for what you just did for me. That was amazing!"

"You're welcome," I said as I placed my hands on the counter and tried to act nonchalant.

Missy stood back, and let me gaze at her chest again for a moment, her sexy smile almost teasing me. Finally, she reached down and pulled up the top of her dress, putting her arms back through the straps. "Time to put them away, Neil. I've already given some of my customers more of a free show than I thought I would."

"Well, I'm sure you've just increased the sales on your shift. I'm guessing you just won some customers for life."

"Ha...probably. But it was totally worth it. I still can't believe how damn hot that was. Hell, I can't believe you actually let me do that!"

"Do what?" I asked, knowing what she meant, but wanting to hear her say it.

"You know," she said, turning a little red. I'm not sure why she was getting embarrassed, yet she lifted one shoulder and tilted her head toward it in a bashful way. "I...can't believe you let me feed you your cum. I mean, Ann said you didn't mind tasting it...but that was a lot more than a taste. Speaking of which...holy shit, do you cum a lot!"

"Thanks. I guess it's my thing...kind of a gift, I suppose."

"A gift? Hell, it's more like some kind of super power."

I laughed and said, "Let's not get carried away."

"She's right, Neil. It really is amazing," Dana said from her spot next to the inflatable blond with her mouth stuck in a permanent 'O'.

I shrugged and said, "I don't know what you want me to say. It's just part of who I am. It's not like I practice, or train, or anything like that."

Missy said, "I'm not sure about the training, but I know you've been practicing...at least from what Ann told me."

That was the second time Missy had mentioned Ann, and my head snapped. I stood up, looking past Missy, thinking she would be standing behind her like I'd envisioned. But she wasn't there. I scanned the store. Yet for all the people that were hiding behind displays, pretending to browse through novelty items while they were actually peeping at the little X rated sex show Missy had performed with my help, none of them were Ann. I looked back at Missy, who had put her hands back on her hips; her sexy smile back on her face.

"What in the world is taking Ann so long to pick out an outfit? We need to get going, don't we?" I said with a hint of worry.

Missy said, "Oh, she picked out an outfit twenty minutes ago."

"Is it that hard to put on?"

"You could say that," she slowly nodded.

Missy's smile went from sexy, to wicked. She slowly lifted her right leg, bringing her knee straight up toward her chest. Extending her lower leg, Missy planted her high heel firmly on the edge of the counter next to my hip. My eyes followed the hem of her dress as it slipped down her thigh toward her abdomen. Taking her left hand, Missy moved the material that had gathered in front of her crotch, and moved it slowly to the side, exposing her pussy to me.

My eyes widened as I looked at the soft black curls of the pubic hair I'd stroked just moments before. It was thick, and elegantly styled. Missy moved her right hand to it, running her own fingers though the hair, her red nails striking a sharp contrast against the color of her hair and her dark tanned skin.

Slipping her fingers below, Missy tilted her hips backwards ever so slightly to give me a better view. She spread her labia, showing off her pink hole, and the huge protruding clit I'd played with earlier. But my eyes locked in on the little silver ring that was attached to Missy's left labia. She'd had it pierced, and my eyes almost bugged out of my head.

While it seems pretty much common place today, at the time, piercing was a rare event other than a normal earring. This was the first time I'd ever seen a body piercing in person, and that included tongues, eyebrows, bellies and nipples. In fact, the only other time I'd ever seen a pussy pierced was on an 'actress' in a porn movie. It seemed novel when I saw it, but that was about it.

But the ring in Missy's pussy was having a profound impact on me. It was mesmerizing. Missy watched me staring, like I was in some kind of trance induced by the magical powers of the ring itself, and she moved it with her thumb. "Do you like it?" she asked quietly. I moaned something as I nodded, and she let out a little giggle. "I'm surprised you didn't feel it when you were fucking me with your fingers."

I snapped out of my state of confusion and shook my head a little, gathering myself. I looked up and said, "I felt it...I just didn't know what it was."

I looked back down at it, but even that became a passing moment as Missy dipped her fingers into her pussy, and then pulled them out and ran them down the inside of her thigh, leaving a wet trail that shimmered in the lights. "See what you did to me, Neil. Look at how wet you made me when I came." It was hard not to. I followed her hand until it stopped at the lacy garter that was stretched around her leg. Reaching her wet fingers underneath, she pulled out the silver key she'd hidden there.

In seconds, Missy had lowered her leg, letting her dress fall back into place. My mouth remained open as I looked up, my eyes once again ensnared by hers. She reached up and touched my chin, playfully closing my mouth. I could feel the coolness from the moisture she'd left on my skin as she reached down with her other hand and grabbed mine, turning it so that my palm was up. She placed the key into my hand, pressing it into place with her thumb.

"You're going to need this to get Ann," she said with a little laugh as she closed my fist over the key.

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The soft brown curtain to the dressing room startled me when I touched it. It wasn't made of cotton or polyester, like I'd thought as I'd watched Missy walk through it several times. It was actually made out of suede, which was only fitting for a place called 'The Leather Door'. As I parted the curtain at the center and walked through, I saw five dressing stalls down the long, narrow room. All of them were to the right side of the three foot wide hallway, and each had their own leather curtain, but of a different color than the one covering the entrance to the room. There was a black one, red a one, as well as yellow, tan and maroon. The odd part was that all of the curtains were open. And although I couldn't see inside any of them as I stood just inside the doorway, I knew that Ann was supposed to be in one of them.

I walked softly, peering into the first stall with the black curtain, and found it empty. As I went to check the second one, I noticed the maroon curtain of the last stall move ever so slightly. I smiled, and slowly moved toward the very back of the dressing room.

Ann looked up at me and grinned. "Hi baby. I was beginning to think you were never going to come."

"I didn't cum, babe. But it did take me a little bit to help Missy," I said, looking down at my fiancée.

Ann smiled at my comment, not a hint of jealousy crossing her face. She was lying on her back, naked on the floor with her hands stretched out above her head. The bench that was used for changing had metal legs, and a wooden seat. Each of the legs was about two inches in diameter, and all four of them were bolted to the floor to keep the bench in place. At the moment, they were also keeping Ann in place. Ann's wrists weren't cuffed on either of the legs closest to the door of the stall. She was cuffed to one of the back legs, with her arms separated by both the front and the rear legs on the left side of the bench, towards the back wall of the room.

The way Missy had handcuffed her, Ann had little room to maneuver. She was forced to stay on her back, her legs pointing toward the open doorway. Ann saw me staring at her, and she spread her legs wider, showing me her reddened, swollen pussy, which was still very, very wet.

"I had a feeling that was how that going to play out," Ann laughed.

"How what was going to play out? What the world happened between you two, anyway?"

"I think you know what happened. At least, you should if Missy did what I think she did."

I chuckled and said, "We'll get to that in a second. How did you get like that? Did she overpower you?"

"Ha! Hardly...I let her."

"What do you mean you let her?"

"Well, Missy picked out a couple of outfits she thought I might like, and when she brought them to me, I stood up and got out of my skirt. That's when she saw my thong, which was soaked. And if you remember, that's because you put it on me to make sure all that cum you shot inside me stayed pretty much where you put it."