Ann: A Love Story Ch. 42

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The hush in the room was deafening. It was as if the sound of my zipper lowering triggered some kind of alarm, drawing attention to the source. Of course, that was in my head. The music was still blaring, and the strippers were still dancing and gyrating. And the women were still focused on them as Ann fished my hard cock out of my shorts, bringing me relief and a sense of vulnerability at the same time. That deafening hush was in my head, caused by my heart beating so loud it made my eardrums pound.

I should have been nervous, but I knew I was safe with my hard shaft tenderly gripped in Ann's small soft hand. She turned on the love seat, facing me as she moved her left fist up and down slowly over my cock. She was doing it in a way that kind of showcased me, like she wanted us to be noticed. But she didn't say anything. She just slowly stroked me.

Dana was the first to notice, catching us out of the corner of her eye. She did a classic double take, her head shifting back and forth quickly before she smiled and elbowed the woman next to her. At first she gasped, but then she smiled as she watched Ann do what she loved to do...play with a hard cock. I only hoped that this wasn't a time where Ann decided to practice her art, or fetish, of prolonged masturbation.

It didn't take long for word to spread, although there were no words spoken. Instead, there was a lot of poking, each woman touching the woman sitting in the chair next to them, followed by pointing and staring. Ann sat patiently on the couch, her legs crossed in her little plaid miniskirt and her buttoned up white dress shirt. If she'd have traded in her white stilettos for a pair of knee high socks and some saddle shoes, she'd have been the perfect naughty schoolgirl. Of course, she would have needed her hair in pigtails too, but I got harder just fantasizing about that look as she pumped me in the most tantalizing ways.

With more and more of the women watching us instead of the dancers, the room DID start to get quiet. Yet Ann remained patient, acting like there was nothing unusual. I wasn't sure what she was patient for, or what was going to happen. In fact, I tried not to think about it. I had my arm around her, and I was leaning back into the couch, just enjoying what she was doing to me.

A couple of minutes later, not only were all the women watching...well, leering, since they'd been so worked up; now the dancers who'd worked them up had stopped dancing and turned their attentions towards Ann. I say Ann, because, while they were looking at my cock, it was Ann who was captivating their attention with her confident smile.

She didn't say a word. Instead, Ann looked around the room and locking eyes with each of the guests quickly. It was like she was moving around the circle of chairs, making sure she had the undivided attention of each woman that was already staring at us. Then, she looked at the two men, standing there in their g-strings, staring at Ann with their mouths open.

Very slowly, Ann got up and slid down in front of me, making me part my legs so she could crawl between them. Her eyes widened as she looked up and me, her face filled with lust. Winking at me, she licked her lips, and then the head of my cock. Her movements were very deliberate. My body shuddered as she reached into my shorts to extract my balls. Trailing her tongue down my shaft, she tilted her head, making sure everyone in the room could see her take one of my balls into her mouth. Ann continued to stroke me as she lapped at my left nut, before moving to the right one and giving it the same wonderful treatment.

A couple of minutes of bathing my balls with her mouth, and Ann moved back up. That was the appetizer to the show she was about to put on. Ann took the head of my prick back in her mouth and started to suck me. She was making short, quick movements, taking about a third of my cock into her mouth, and jacking me off with the rest of her hand. While it felt incredible, I wanted more. I put my hand on top of her head, and she pulled off quickly, looking up at me.

"Patience, lover," she mouthed, still not talking out loud. I was the only one that could see her mouth move when she 'spoke' to me. Just as quickly as she stopped, Ann started up again, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. She was slobbering all over my shaft; her saliva dripping down so that her hand could spread it over every inch of it. Once she had me lubed up to her liking, Ann abruptly stopped.

Standing up, Ann turned to her audience and smiled. But she didn't overreact to the wide-eyed stares she was getting, or the slack jaws on the circle of friends who where watching us. I did see that the strippers had moved to the back of the room, but they were standing like statues as they locked onto Ann, the new star of the show.

Ann pointed gracefully towards the blond that had given her the box of bondage stuff. Motioning her over, the woman looked left and then right, thinking Ann was looking at someone else. Ann smiled and pointed again, and the woman pointed to herself and mouthed, "Me?"

Ann smiled and said, "Yes...you, Suzanne. Come here."

Suzanne's eyes got even wider than what they were before, looking like a cartoon character. I not so sure mine didn't too. Having Ann jack me off and suck me in front of her friends was odd, but also very exciting. Letting a friend of hers participate was more than I was willing to be a part of. Sure, I'd messed around with Dana. But that started in the context of a private game within the confines of their house. And her husband knew about it...and approved. This...this was a relationship wrecker, and I wanted nothing to do with that.

But Ann sensed the tension in the room, and put up her hand. "Relax, everybody. This isn't audience participation. I just need her help with something before I continue with our little show and tell. Okay?"

Suzanne nodded, and the rest of us...well, me...I breathed a sigh of relief. I suppose in a room full of horny women, there was likely one or two that were disappointed, but no one showed their hand.

Ann showed her hand though. Rather, she showed her wrist...both of them actually. She had Suzanne walk over, and Ann pointed at an item in the box she'd received as a gift from her friend. Softly she said, "It turns out, 'someday' is today. Can you hook me up, please?"

Suzanne looked at her and asked, "Are you sure?"

Ann put her hands together behind her back and said, "Very."

Shrugging her shoulders, Suzanne pulled out the handcuffs, lined with soft fur and cloth in a leopard print design. They looked sexy, but the distinctive click of the metal clasp ratcheting as Suzanne closed them over Ann's wrists let everyone in the room know they were very real underneath their camouflage.

"Anything else?" Suzanne asked, hoping that was all Ann wanted her for.

Ann shook her head and said, "No thanks...you can sit back and enjoy the show."

I shook my head, thinking about being a part of a 'show'. Ann stood in front of me and took a deep breath, and then she smiled at me. Big and broad, her white teeth were shining...filling my heart with love. It was the strangest feeling. She was bound, her hands locked behind her back in a room teeming with people who nervously awaited what was about to happen. And yet the look on Ann's face, and the way she was making me feel, was nothing like that scene. It was like it was just the two of us in the bedroom, and nothing was out of the norm. Of course, defining 'the 'norm' for us was a bit of a challenge in its own right.

But as my steel blue eyes searched her chocolate brown ones, the heat between us was all that I felt. It was steamy, and it yet it was natural. Ann moved forward, placing her left knee next to my right thigh. I moved my legs closer together as she leaned forward, lifting her other leg up onto the couch, straddling me. She was wearing a white cotton thong, so I knew she wasn't going to fuck me...unless she asked me to move it to the side or take it off. Yet somehow, I knew that's not what she had in mind.

Ann leaned forward; kissing me as she started to grind her panty covered pussy over my hard dick. She shifted her hips back and forth, and rotated them in a little circle as she rode me. I was so worked up, pre-cum was leaking from my cock in a steady flow, forced out by Ann's energetic lap dance. Her head was next to mine, leaning into the couch as she dry humped me.

Shifting her head, Ann started licking at my left ear, driving me insane as she wormed her tongue into it. The she hissed, sending hot breath where her wet tongue had been, making me shiver. She let out a little giggle and said, "Do you like that, lover?" I moaned in response, and wanted to put my hands on Ann's ass and force her down harder on my cock. But I resisted. For some reason, my brain thought I was at a strip club, and the phrase 'keep your hands off the stripper' kept screaming over and over inside my head.

Ann licked at my ear lobe again, and said, "Do you trust me, baby?"

It was an odd question, asked at a really strange time. But I never hesitated, or worried about the implications. The truth was, I did trust Ann, and I said so. "Of course, Anna. I trust you with my life."

Ann let out a little moan and sighed at the same time. "Oh God...I love you so much."

I arched my brow, wondering why she would ask me such a question, and why she reacted the way she did to my answer. "Anna?" I said softly, hoping to get some clue as to what she needed from me at that moment.

"I trust you too, Neil. More than you can ever know," she said, almost breaking down. But she composed herself and said, "Look, I'm going to try something. And if I feel I can handle it, I'll let you know."

"Try something? What?"

"It's okay Neil...just follow my lead. If I can do it, I'll give you a sign, and I want you to grab me by the hair and fuck my face as hard as you can...okay?"

"What? Really?"

"I trust you babe. I'll let you know if I want you to start, and I'll let you know when to stop the same way."

"Uh...how?"

"You'll know," she said as she licked my ear one last time. Then she quickly sat up straight and stood up. My cock was practically dripping, and I knew I'd left her thong wet, at least on the outside. She was dripping too...I had felt the moisture from her soaked panties on my cock, and I could still feel it as it bounced and throbbed in the open air.

Ann looked down at her handiwork and licked her lips as she spread her legs wide. I knew as soon as she started to bend at the waist that she was giving herself a stance for balance. She spit on my shaft a couple of times, and started licking her saliva around, making a sloppy mess of my crotch. Looking into my eyes, she moved her mouth to the head of my cock and pulled it upright with her mouth.

Ann had to move forward a little, working her body to get the angle the way she wanted it. Finally comfortable with her alignment, Ann slowly swallowed my cock, taking half of it down her throat to the delight of the women watching. I could hear Dana off to the side, talking to one of the girls near her. "Watch this...she's going to swallow that monster down her throat!"

The girl she was talking to expressed disbelief, saying, "No fucking way...it's too thick."

"I've seen her do it, Amy. Watch her."

I could tell Ann heard her close friend, and she pulled up to the tip of my cock, swirling the tongue around the head. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, Ann smiled and quickly dropped her head, ramming my shaft all the way down her throat. I could feel her tongue extending past her lips, and she licked at my balls a little, then she pulled up and did it again.

Ann started bobbing her head up and down very slowly, going the entire length of my shaft in long fluid strokes. She was becoming more comfortable by the moment. I, on the other hand, was losing it. I was looking over her back, past her handcuffed wrists, to the people in the circle watching us. I knew the two guys against the back wall were staring at Ann's pussy, which I could only imagine was so wet that her thong would be practically see through. I wasn't jealous of what they were looking at...I wanted to see it too. I wished for a moment that I could have an out of body experience, and could be in two places at once.

That fantasy was short, because Ann dropped down and held herself still on my shaft. Then she startled me by humming on my shaft, making her throat vibrate. I could tell Ann was grinning, even from the position she was in, and I knew that that had to be the sign that she wanted me to do as she'd asked. I was a little concerned I might be wrong, but she talked about trust. And I knew she wouldn't do anything she wasn't ready for. I just made a mental note not to get so carried away that I wouldn't notice the same signal for me to stop.

I grabbed Ann's head gently, and she immediately moaned in approval. My fingers sliced into her long, curly brown hair to get a grip. I could feel her tense up just for the briefest of moments before she relaxed again. Starting up on her own, I just held her for the first few strokes, until she stopped her own movement. It was her way of telling I needed to 'make' her fuck my cock with her face. The cuffs on her hands were in plain view, and I realized Ann was submitting to me in front of her friends.

I rammed Ann's head downward, and she groaned as her lips smashed into my crotch. I'd gone harder than I wanted and I quickly pulled her back up again. But she let out a little giggle, letting me know she was okay...and she liked what I'd done. So I did it again. And again.

I used Ann's mouth for over 5 minutes, fucking her throat hard and deep. Every once in a while I'd stop to let her catch her breath. I wanted to make sure she was taking it as well as she thought she would when she came up with the idea. And each time I stopped, Ann would let me know in some way that she wanted more.

After hammering my cock deep into her throat at least a hundred times, Ann finally tired. I don't think it was bothering her throat and mouth as much as it was her back. Bent in an awkward position, with her legs locked, she had no way to support herself with her hands. Ann wasn't complaining or anything, but on one of the down strokes, she began humming over my shaft again, and I knew it was time to stop.

Ann came up for air, and stood up. Her audience realized quickly that she was done, and I was amazed at them clapping and cheering for her. She turned a little red, and she turned around to look at them. I stood up behind her, my cock finding its place in her hands as they remained behind her back. Ann started groping me as I moved in near her neck and whispered.

"You're the star, Anna. Take a bow."

Ann turned her head to look at me, and she saw the fire in my eyes. There was something about me telling her to do that that made her body shiver. Moaning out loud, she turned back to her friends and bent again at the waist. There was no curtsey; she bowed to show that she had her hands full of my raging hard on, and as I looked at her wrists one more time, something came over me.

Ann had wanted me to take control, in essence surrendering to me one more time. It was happening more and more, those moments where she got in a mood where she wanted me to 'make' her do things. She'd turned over the reigns to me, and she didn't really act like she wanted me to give them back any time soon.

After what Ann had just done to me, and with the way she was massaging my cock as we stood in front of the group, there was no way I was going to be able to just stuff my shaft back into my shorts. I was too far gone. I needed to fuck her, and I needed to fuck her right then. And at that point, Ann needed the same thing. But being 'in control' of her or not, I wasn't about to do it in front of everyone.

I motioned to Missy, and she came over next to me...in a hurry...staring at my cock. Based on how she reacted, I was pretty sure she thought my calling to her was an invite. "Sorry, Missy...I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea," I said, trying to let her know that was not my intention. "I just need somewhere else to take Anna. The rest of the show is private. I hope you understand."

"Oh...uh, yeah. You can...use my office. It's out the door, down the hall to the left. Last door."

"I really am sorry, Missy," I said, lifting her chin with my fingers, taking her eyes off my shaft, held gently in Ann's warm hands.

"It's okay, Neil. But a girl can look, can't she," she said returning her longing gaze. "Hell, with that thing, I think I'm OBLIGATED to look!"

I laughed and grabbed Ann by her long mane, pulling her head back lovingly by her hair. "Let's go Anna...you lead the way." Ann groaned and pulled me out of the room by my cock, her arms extended out and just holding the very tip to show it off as we left.

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"Oh my God!" I said as Ann pulled me into Missy's upstairs office.

"Yeah...I didn't even know she HAD an office. This is...amazing!" Ann said, staring at the tastefully decorated corner room. The huge picture windows faced the parking lot and the street that fronted the old house, filling the room with light. The windows were the same tinted variety as the ones downstairs, probably to give the house a consistent look from the outside. The room itself was enormous. While it probably wasn't the master bedroom of the house when it was actually someone's house, it certainly could have been.

Missy had spent a lot of time doing the décor. It was very modern, with lots of black and grays and reds. The walls were covered with framed prints of artwork by Patrick Nagel, and I felt a jolt run through my body. I'd always loved his work. Well, ever since I, like most of the world, 'discovered' his amazing style and grace on the cover of Duran Duran's Rio album. From that point on, I was sucked in by the images of the women he painted.

It wasn't just that the women in Nagel's work were sexy...and sexual; they were much more than that. To me, they always seemed powerful, and intelligent. I could see Ann in the images on the wall, thinking she would have been a perfect model for him. And the reason wasn't just because she fit the mold of being a smart and sexy modern woman. It was because of her eyes. Nagel's paintings were known for the eyes...their distinctive style, and truthfully, their soul.

And of all of Ann's physical attributes that I loved and was attracted to, it was her eyes that had me from them moment I saw her at Matt's house. They ensnared me, and drew me into her, holding me tight. Ann's eyes were captivating; speaking to me on levels most women couldn't verbalize if they wanted two.

As I stood in that room with Ann, I was mesmerized by the images on the walls. The eyes of the women were speaking to me in a similar way that Ann did. And I couldn't help but see a paradox in the moment. I'd always viewed the women in Nagel's art as powerful, as in strong and independent, and I viewed Ann in the same way. I'd never seen a Nagel painting with the subject being depicted in a submissive light. And yet, here was Ann with her hands cuffed behind her back, and she was excited to the point her pussy was wet. I could tell, because I was looking at her soaked thong as she bent over to look at some objects on Missy's desk.

I weighed that contradiction in my head, trying to make sense of it. And it finally occurred to me that I as looking at it on the wrong plain, which was strictly the physical part of it. It was the mental aspect of Ann's sexuality that was suddenly speaking out to me. And when I thought about it, even in that briefest of moments, I knew that Ann wasn't belying the fact that she was a strong woman by acting in a sexually submissive role from time to time. Quite the opposite, the very fact that Ann was willing to be more passive, and in some cases, take on physical and mental sexual challenges that were out of her control, only proved just how strong mentally she really was. And frankly, she had to be physically strong as well. There was nothing 'weak' about it.