Ann: A Love Story Ch. 42

Looking back at the prints on the wall, the eyes of those women seemed to come to life to me; each one telling me a different story. While the pictures themselves certainly struck a certain look, a confident sensuality, I knew that the women in them had more than just that one side to them. That was the beauty of Nagel's work. They had a depth that wasn't just the erotic scene you first saw. You just had to look deeper than the surface to see it. You had to immerse yourself into those eyes. I looked at Ann, who was now staring at me. I fell into her eyes, which were shining with life. They were determined and excited. They weren't showing fear or nervousness in the fact that she was, in a way, helpless and vulnerable. They showed trust, and faith. They showed...love.

I reached out and pulled Ann into my arms, hugging her tightly. Her head rested on my chest, and she let out a contented little sigh. I closed my eyes as I held her, feeling her chest move in and out with her deep breaths. I could feel myself timing my own breathing, wanting to be in sync with her. It was amazing how Ann could make her body cling to mine, hugging me back even though she couldn't put her arms around me.

I realized after a moment that we were moving, rocking back and forth. Hell, we were dancing in a little circle...and we must have been doing it for a couple of minutes. I was so lost in the moment that I kind of forgot why we'd gone into Missy's office in the first place. Then I opened my eyes, and noticed something I had kind of missed before because I was so drawn to the artwork.

"Oh my God!" I said again, stopping our little dance to stare past Ann towards the wall.

"What?" she asked, turning to look where I was staring.

There, against that wall, underneath three elegant Nagel prints, was a large black leather sofa, the full sized partner of the love seat Ann and I had been sitting on during the party. My body actually trembled a little bit as I practically leered at it. I couldn't believe how similar it was to the one Tina and I had used so many times in HER office. Ann felt the tremor run through me, and was puzzled at my reaction.

"Is there something wrong, baby?"

"It's the couch," I said with a coy smile.

"What about it?" she asked.

I winked at her and said, "Not now, Anna. It's time."

"Time for what?" she said, looking more confused by the moment.

"Time we did what we came here to do," I said, grabbing her by the cuffs holding her arms together and pulling her toward the sofa that was practically calling out to us.

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As I bent Ann over the arm of the couch and quickly removed her panties and miniskirt, an overwhelming feeling came over me. As I quickly undressed, I couldn't decide if it was just déjà vu, or the synchronicity of the events I'd experienced months before coming full circle to the place where I was standing. In truth, it had to be the latter. It couldn't be déjà vu, because the first time was with Tina...and the woman begging me to fuck her was most definitely Ann.

It was like a scene right out of a movie; an X-rated movie. And I knew it, because I'd watched it with Ann. Well, not 'with' Ann. We had actually watched it at the same time while we were on the phone, thousands of miles apart. And we had watched it 'together' right after I had unknowingly played out the scene in question with Tina at her shop.

I was smiling at Ann as she looked over her shoulder, in the same exact way Tina had the night I'd walked into her shop to find her naked, handcuffed to a hair washing sink in the back of her shop. That night, I had to retrieve the keys from her desk in the back room, and I was told by Tina to cuff her wrists behind her, and take her to the couch. There, I bent her over the stuffed leather arm and fucked her wildly.

Now I had Ann in the same exact position, holding her wrists high above her back to force her forward and keep her face and chest against the cushions.

"Do you remember this?" I asked as I rubbed my cockhead back and forth against Ann's wet slit.

Ann thought for just a moment, and said, "My God...my movie!"

"That's right," I said as I shoved my hips forward, burying my shaft until my balls slapped up against Ann's clit when I bottomed out.

I had Ann in the position Tina had been in. The same position that Ann told Tina about, during one of their many phone conversations together. The one that was in the movie that Ann sent not only me, but Tina as well...so Tina could see the scene for herself and find a way to get me to play it out with her without my knowing. The movie that Ann had mailed me, and told me not to open until we could watch it together while we talked on the phone.

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The movie was about a woman who owned an X-rated video store, and the adventures that happened in the store itself. Missy had recommended it to Ann...because Missy loved the fact that it was set in a place similar to the one she worked in, and that got her excited...and got her off. It had the same effect on Ann. Particularly the final scene...the one that Tina and I had in a way reenacted.

In the movie, the owner of the video store had been lamenting to an employee the fact that she was the only one in the store that couldn't seem to relax enough to enjoy the sexual benefits the store was creating. The employee, who was in something like 4 sex scenes before, told her boss she needed to just take matters into her own hands and enjoy it. The owner said she didn't know how. So the employee said she'd take matters into HER own hands, and she handcuffed her boss to the bottom handle of a file cabinet in the office, with the boss lying on her back on the floor.

The employee ripped the cloths off of the boss, and once she had her naked, there was the obligatory lesbian scene, with the employee eating out her helpless boss, and making her boss eat her. When they were done, the employee took the keys to the cuffs and threw them on her boss's desk across the room. Then she got dressed and walked out of the room, telling her boss that the next customer that came into the store would have to help her out of the cuffs. The boss screamed out, telling her she was firing the girl, but the girl just laughed and told her that she'd be back the next day, and her boss would be thanking her. The boss asked why she would think something so absurd, and the employee said, "Because...you're finally going to get laid." The boss asked how she knew that, and the girl told her that no guy would pass up a nice piece of ass to go home and jack off to a movie instead.

Of course, the next 'customer' that came into the store found the place empty, but could hear the boss in the back cursing, and banging on the file cabinet trying to get loose. He was the typical 'nerd' character in thick glasses that had been coming into the store every day, hoping to get lucky but always striking out. They even showed a scene of him at home, watching a movie, and calling out the boss's name as he came when he jacked off, to show he had a thing for her.

He goes into the back room, and finds his dream girl in a state of despair. She thanks God he shows up, and begs him to release her. He gets the keys, but as he's helping her up after undoing the cuff on the file cabinet, he realizes that that was his one chance to fuck her. So he quickly cuffs her hands behind her. She protests, until in stereotypical fashion, he takes his Clark Kent glasses off, becoming 'Handsome Man', with a dick the size of a table leg. He takes out his cock...and then she tells him to take her over to a leather couch in her office, different only in that it was a dark maroon, and she tells him to bend her over it.

That begins an intense sex scene that starts with him fucking her from behind on the couch. It eventually moves them to the front of the store in front of the window on the door, to show the world that he's finally getting laid, with his dream girl, and that he wasn't a loser after all.

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Ann and I had watched the end of that movie together, and I had been amazed at just how well Tina had staged things to get me to do what she wanted. I knew that Ann was a part of it, so it wasn't difficult for me to go along...but I thought for sure that it was Tina and her passion that had led us to the front of the store that night. I didn't really know otherwise until I'd saw the movie.

And now, I was balls deep in Ann's pussy, thinking of the irony of the circumstances that brought Ann and I together the way we were, where we were. We were fucking over the edge of a leather couch, just like in the movie. And we were literally in the office of a manager of an X-rated video store...well, a store that sold them, along with a lot of other X-rated things. And the office belonged to Missy, the woman that had given Ann the movie to begin with, actually recommending it to her, and thus providing the fuel for the fantasy we'd shared with Tina, and with each other over the phone. And now we were reenacting it together, like we'd told each other we wanted to do when we 'watched it together' in the most unusual way.

I was pounding into Ann, hard and deep, practically making the sofa shift across the hardwood floor as I banged forward into her. Ann was still pressed against the leather cushion, her face sort of stuck in place as she looked off to the side towards Missy's desk.

Ann was getting close, each stroke hitting her in a way that made her orgasm imminent. I loved the look on her face. She seemed a million miles away, like she was in the movie she'd become so in tune with. Then she stunned me, yelling out "Fuck me Rupert! Fuck me harder and make me cum!"

Rupert was the name of the nerd character in the movie. I scrambled my brain, trying to think of the name of the storeowner from that X-rated video that Ann was now pretending to be. I panicked for a moment, thinking I was going to ruin her fantasy. I started fucking Ann harder, trying to come up with the name. I was about to just call her Anna out of frustration, knowing I had to say something eventually. But then it came to me, like a lightning bolt, a sudden quick flash screaming into my head.

"I've wanted you since the first time I ever saw you, Stacy."

Ann's head snapped toward me, her eyes stuck open as she glared at me. The hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. And just as quickly, those amazing chocolate brown eyes snapped shut, and Ann's back moved in that familiar arch, pressing her body harder against the couch.

"I'm cumming Rupert! God, I'm CUMMING!"

Ann started making all the sounds that a porn star makes when they have an orgasm on camera. But then again, she seemed to make them naturally anyway. Ann had always been vocal during sex. Yet this time, it was more in line with her character. She was cursing, and screaming...and it was all real. Sure, she was role playing, but the orgasm wasn't fake, and neither was the way she was reacting to it, whether she was in character or not.

I grabbed Ann's arms by the handcuffs, and yanked them high. I began pulling her back towards me as I plowed into her, not wanting to lose her to the couch. The way Ann was moving forward little by little, I feared she would slip away from me. More of her body was the couch than when we'd started, and I needed to get her lower body back towards me, her feet on the floor again. So I pulled as I slowly backed up; not an easy trick when every thrust into her tight snatch was pushing her in the other direction.

It was a little like one fuck forward, two steps back...but I was winning that battle for leverage. Soon, I had Ann's heels back on the hardwood next to mine, and she was moaning that she was nearing another orgasm. Thinking of the movie, I knew it was time to change positions, and locations, if I was going to be true to the scene, and Ann's fantasy of living it out.

I pressed forward, wedging my hard shaft as deep as I could inside Ann's cunt, and I held myself there. Ann was panting, and she started moving her hips to try and fuck me...letting me know she wanted more. I already knew that, and it wasn't like I was done. I wanted more too. But I wanted to be true to the scene; at least, as true as I could make it. And that meant a couple of things, the first of which had me a little nervous.

In the movie, Stacy, the heroine, was naked. She'd gotten that way when the she'd been handcuffed to the file cabinet by her employee, who proceeded to rip the clothes off her boss in an effort to expose her, first for her own amusement, and then to leave her there for someone to find her. Taking Ann's miniskirt and thong off hadn't been an issue. But now that I wanted to be true to the story, I had a dilemma. Ann's white blouse and her push up bra were still on...and I didn't have the key to her cuffs. But if I had the keys and used them...well, it wouldn't have been right, at least to me.

I pulled Ann's arms so that she was standing upright with me; my cock still nestled deep in the folds of her pussy. She was breathing quickly, trying to catch her breath as I reached around and groped her chest. Just my clutching at her tits seemed to calm Ann, and she let out a heavy sigh. I fondled her, pawing at her through her blouse and bra like a teenager on a date. And Ann responded like a teenage girl looking for a thrill. She giggled as I fondled her.

Scrunching the soft cotton material in my fists, I growled at Ann, saying, "You're overdressed, Stacy." I waited for a half second, and she sucked in her breath knowing what was about to happen. But she didn't protest. Instead, I caught the hint of a nod, and that was all I needed to pull the trigger. The ripping sound that resonated through the room was electric. A tingle went down my spine as Ann squealed in reaction to having her blouse destroyed. And when I'd finished with the outer garment, I ripped the straps off her bra and then unclasped it, leaving everything in a white pile of shredded cloth on the black couch. I gripped at her tits again, feeling her hot flesh in my fingers...kneading her mounds roughly in my hands.

Once I had Ann totally naked, I knew I could make the next part of scene we were recreating a lot more accurate. And that was how I would carry her to wherever I decided to take her. Lifting Ann's arms up higher, I had them pointing straight up at the ceiling. I ducked my head, and lowered Ann's hands, sliding my neck between her forearms. Ann knew what to expect as soon as she felt my head. She let out a little moan, excited as she turned her hands and grabbed the back of my neck, lacing her fingers together to hold on.

Ann did hold on, her arms showing her amazing muscle tone as she gripped at the back of my neck. I slowly stood upright, my hands grabbing Ann's ribcage just underneath her perfect tits as they thrust out from her chest. I say thrust, because the way Ann was pinned on my shaft. Having her hands locked behind her, with her body lifted up so that her wrists and lower arms were on my shoulders, Ann's torso was forced forward, leaning at a 45 degree angle from mine as I stood at the end of the couch. Walking to my right, around the couch, Ann must have looked like one of those naked sea goddesses carved into the bow of a majestic sailing ship.

Ann was leading the way, her head held high and her chest jutting out. Her legs were locked stiff, sticking out straight behind us like she was flying; her toes, encased in her sexy stilettos, pointed in line with her magnificent calves as she held herself rigid. It seemed every chance Ann had to show off her gymnastic flair, she did so in the most amazing, erotic way possible.

Walking slowly, my crotch was banging deep into Ann's cunt with every step. She was letting out little groans, each coming with the jolt she would feel as our bodies mashed into each other. If it wasn't 'exactly' like how the characters in the movie moved from the office to the front of the store, it was damn close. We didn't have as far to travel, but then again, we only had one take to do it.

Ann became more and more excited as we neared the window overlooking the front of the house, facing the road. When we reached it, I moved so that Ann was looking straight out. I fucked her like that for a couple of minutes, making short strokes as I gripped at her tits. Ann pulled her legs up behind her, bending them at the knees, her calves touching her thighs as she took my pounding. She didn't have much choice but to take it, considering the position I'd put her it...but she wasn't complaining.

"Fuck me Rupert...fuck me hard!" Ann yelled out.

I tried, but while the position was fun, it wasn't the best for fucking. And I was a little worried about Ann. I could easily see her pulling a shoulder out of her socket if I wasn't careful. Deciding we'd at least held true to the scene, I slowly got down onto my knees and carefully got my head out from under Ann's shackled arms.

Standing up, I left Ann on her knees in front of the window. She was looking up at me, smiling...waiting. My thoughts ran back to the movie. Admittedly, I didn't know it as well as Ann, who must have memorized it. But while I didn't know the lines per se, I knew what part I needed to play, and I knew I needed to say something.

Looking down at Ann, I said, "Please suck me Stacy. I need to show everybody that I'm more than they think that I am."

It seemed like stupid thing to say. It didn't even seem like a porn line...and I was a little nervous that I'd messed up Ann's moment, since I didn't know what I was really supposed to say. But Ann lit up. It was like I'd improvised, but kept in the theme of who I was supposed to be, and that made her smile.

Ann improvised too, saying, "From what I'm looking at, you ARE more than people think. You're cock is huge, and it's beautiful...I can't wait to suck you!" She moved up higher, taking my cock back into her mouth. Frankly, I was amazed at how well she was able to do that without having her hands to help.

Moving back and forth, Ann sucked quickly, her lips pulling at my shaft every time she moved back. I put my right hand on her head and turned us a little so that our profile would be seen out the window. That is, IF we could be seen. It was highly unlikely, what with the tinted glass and the two trees between us and the road. Yet, we didn't know for sure, and that seemed to have Ann so excited she was wiggling all over the place. The more she sucked me, the more she was whimpering.

Finally, I pulled my cock out and said, "Are you okay, Stacy?"

"My pussy is on fire, Rupert! I can't reach it...I need it touched. I need to feel you touch me...God please, touch my pussy. Please, Rupert...PLEASE!" Ann's begging wasn't playacting, other than her calling me Rupert. I had no doubt she was desperate to be touched. But I had other ideas.

"I think I can do better than that," I said, helping Ann to her feet.

Ann was surprised when I pushed her back against the window, and got down on my knees in front of her. There was no scene like that in the movie, but I needed to improvise. We weren't in front of a door like in the movie, or even like I was with Tina in her shop where she and I had finished our evening together playing out Tina's naughty directions. Ann and I were in front of a window, one that didn't go all the way to the floor. So, if we were to do it like the movie, and fuck down on the floor at that level, no one would see us. And even though I was positive that no one would be able to because of the glass, I wanted to at least make it possible. That was the point of the entire fantasy...to do something outrageous in public. Having Ann stand in front of the window at least made her feel vulnerable, and that had her dripping as I went to taste her.

As my tongue scraped lightly across Ann's protruding labia, I found myself wondering if the seeds of her apparent love for exhibitionism were sewn when she first watched the movie, or if it only fueled her passion for it. Regardless, feeling her naked back was pressed against the cool glass had Ann trembling before I ever flicked my tongue against her hard little clit. Ann's cute, tight ass was blocked by her hands, cuffed behind her...so in reality, not much of her naked form was visible, but it was the idea of it that mattered.