Ann: A Love Story Ch. 78

"Does your Mom know her Dad?"

"Well, he wasn't a customer, if that's what you're asking. Grandma Bonnie actually dated him. This was early on, when she was trying to decide if she really wanted to work at the house full time...so she didn't tell him what she did for money. And he was from out of town, so he didn't know. He wasn't here very long...ended up losing his job during the Depression, so he moved back west. Unfortunately, Grandma Bonnie never told him she was pregnant. He never found out he had a daughter until my Mom was 17. She's met him, and they had a pretty good relationship, but he died in the '60s."

"Wow, Mary Ann...this is such..."

"I know. I keep telling people I should write a book about this house. I know it sounds tragic...but underneath that, there was a lot of happiness here. The women of this house were all strong and they persevered through some really difficult times. I think it's a success story. That's why I'm so proud of my business being here. It's part of the legacy of Henrietta's House."

I looked around the place and I couldn't help but grin when I thought about all the things the walls had seen. The place seemed to breathe sex. And yet, the atmosphere seemed so warm and personable...and I was sure that was how it was in the beginning too, when it was transformed from a home to a brothel.

Mary Ann caught me in a daydream moment, and said, "What are you thinking about, sweetie?"

"I was just thinking about all the people that have been in this house."

She laughed and said, "I've seen that look before, Neil. You weren't just thinking of the people that have been here...you were thinking about what they were doing...with the girls that worked here."

"You're right, Mary Ann. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? I think about it every day."

"You DO?"

"How could I not? I lived here...and even then, I knew it. This house is a brothel...and it always will be. I'm selling lingerie out of it now, but we still sell happiness, which is what my Grandma Bonnie always said happened here."

"I guess you're right," I nodded.

"Can I tell you a little secret?" Mary Ann said with a sly grin. "When I bought the house, I kept one of the rooms the same upstairs. And it's still like that, exactly like it was when it was last used in the late '60s before Grandma Bonnie retired and shut down the business."

"Why on earth did you do that?"

"In the beginning, it was for nostalgia. I was holding on to a piece of my past. Now it's more the novelty of it. But I like to think the house knows, in a way. Maybe it's a little silly, but I think we're successful because the house is still a brothel, with a room available," she laughed.

"So, was it Henrietta's room?"

"No...that's the one my Mom uses to sew. And the one with the evening dresses was Bonnie's. I kept one across the hall that was used by some of the other girls over the years.

I had a confused look on my face. "If you were going to keep one of them, why wouldn't you keep one from your family?"

Mary Ann winked and said, "I wanted one of my own."

"W...what does THAT mean? You..."

Mary Ann reached out and touched my arm and said, "No...I've never actually done it. But I've thought about it. And...I've pretended, with my husband."

"What does Camilla say about that? I mean...she has to know you haven't changed it. She works here."

"She and Daddy have used it too," she said with a big laugh. "In fact, we've even rented it out a couple of times to people as kind of a fantasy...friends, mostly."

"That is so incredible!"

"So is that!" Mary Ann said as she pointed towards the staircase behind me. I turned to see Ann standing halfway down the stairs, her back against the plaster wall.

"Hello Mr. Thomas. I see you're early for our five o'clock appointment. If you want to get started now, you can follow me up to my room," she said in her sexy bedroom voice.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The old bed's springs were squeaking so loud it sounded like we were jumping on the mattress. And I could hear the floorboards creaking underneath us.

"I can't believe we're doing this here," I said as I hovered over Ann.

She kissed me excitedly and said, "I know...but this feels so fucking good!"

And it did feel good. Ann's legs were hooked by my arms, keeping them spread wide as I hammered my hard cock deep inside her very wet cunt. Wet, because she was sexually excited...and because she'd already cum once.

Ann had come downstairs after meeting with Camilla about the wedding dress. And while they were together, Ann had a conversation similar to the one I'd had with Mary Ann, learning more about their family and the history of Henrietta's House. Camilla had also told Ann about the room Mary Ann left undisturbed, which piqued Ann's interest. So, Camilla ended up showing it to her, adding that they sometimes let people use it.

That lead to what happened on the stairs. Ann had asked Camilla if we could use it sometime, and Camilla told her any time she wanted. When Ann kidded about being so horny she wanted to use it right then and there, Camilla smiled and asked if she'd like something special to wear for the occasion.

Ann came down the stairs wearing a silky black robe that came to mid-thigh, showing off her tanned legs and the black heels she was wearing. Since Ann had worn jeans into the store, I could only imagine what she might be wearing underneath. At least until she opened the robe slightly when she invited me to join her, showing off a sheer black teddy. Ann kept herself covered because we were in the store, but it was pretty obvious from what she was showing me that her offer was genuine.

I looked over to Mary Ann, who was beaming. "What are you looking at me for? Get up there."

"You're okay with this?" I asked, surprised that she was giving me the green light to go upstairs and...well, do with Ann what had been done countless times in that beautiful little house.

"You not only have my permission...you obviously have my Mother's too!"

Ann slipped off the robe as soon as we were in the upper hallway, not waiting for us to enter the bedroom. All she was wearing was the lace teddy which barely covered her ass. And it didn't matter, since the thing was see-through. There's something so incredibly sexy about a stunning woman wearing clothes, but showing off what's underneath in total. Ann glanced over her shoulder as she walked, smiling when she caught me staring at her ass.

She threw the robe on the chair in the old, rustic room. It wasn't much, but it didn't have to be. There was a small double bed against the back wall and a makeup table with a triple mirror, the kind where women can change the angles of the outside mirrors so they can see more when they apply those little touches that turn men into pools of goo when they see them. In front of the makeup table was the chair that Ann had placed her robe on. Other than an end table with a lamp next to the bed, that was all that was in the room...there wasn't much room for anything else.

But that didn't mean you couldn't feel the magic inside those four little walls. It was tasteful, but plain. However, the room wasn't supposed to be the showpiece, the girls were...and Ann got that as she closed the door and turned a little pirouette for me, showing off her luscious body. Then she reached for my belt, quickly unbuckling it. When she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper, I shivered. Stopping there, she told me to finish getting undressed.

She went to the bed, bending over sexily to turn down the covers all the way, and in doing so the teddy rose up exposing her entire ass in all its tight, shapely glory. I could see the very hint of her pussy, wet and shiny as she moved the covers to the end of the bed and crawled onto the mattress.

"Do you want me to leave this on?" Ann said as she lay on her back, spreading her legs wide for me. "I just got this, and it makes me feel so feminine."

"You look beautiful just like that, Ann," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and started taking down my jeans.

Ann grinned as she slipped the teddy off, exposing her amazing body. Throwing it to the side, she put her left hand on her stomach, slowly moving it to play with her pussy, showing me her ring as she waited for me. "How do I look now, lover?"

"Even more beautiful," I laughed as I moved over to the bed to join her.

I wanted to eat Ann...what with her looking so inviting as she lay there waiting for me. But there wasn't going to be any foreplay. We were guests, and we didn't want to be the unwelcome kind. I'm sure they wouldn't have minded if we'd taken our time and enjoyed the ambiance of the room. We were both too worked up by that point, though.

Ann didn't pretend be a hooker or escort, other than making her little reference on the stairs to my being early for my appointment with her. And I knew that...because she wasn't acting the part. Instead of moving her ring to her right hand like she did when she was playing Barbara, Ann was wearing it on her left. I think that's why she'd played with her clit with that hand...to make sure I saw it.

Yet if there was any doubt about what we were doing and how we were going to do it, it was all removed the second I crawled between Ann's velvet thighs.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like I'm a woman that used to work here. I want to feel used, just like this bed!"

Ann didn't want to play the part...but she wanted to feel it. I wondered if it was because she didn't have time to get herself mentally ready to play a role, or maybe she just really wanted to be in the moment with me. Either way, she had no interest in pretending to be anything other than my beautiful fiancée, doing what she loved to do...fuck me like no woman had ever fucked me in my entire life.

I was leaning over Ann, using my thighs and hips to slam into her soaked pussy over and over again. Ann was raking her nails over my back, begging me to fuck her harder and harder and she wasn't being that quiet about it. The room, and the moment, seemed to get the best of her. She didn't care that someone down the hall might hear her, or perhaps even downstairs. And frankly, at that point I didn't either.

Ann was staring up at me as I pounded her pussy, a dreamy look on her face as she took what I gave her. She was letting me have her, not really fucking back like she did most of the time. It was almost like she was part of the mattress, part of the room... and I was fucking all of it. She was moaning and she'd bite her lip every once in a while.

She started moving her head back and forth, nearing another orgasm, when she became transfixed by something to her left. Her eyes went wild, then she clamped them shut as the climax hit her like a tidal wave crashing on shore. She grunted as I pushed her up a little higher on her back and I started ramming into her as fast as I could to make her cum harder.

She started to scream as she came, then instead bit into my shoulder as her orgasm hit. I still wasn't there yet, so once she started to come down a little, I released her legs, letting them drop to the mattress.

"Do you want me to fuck you from behind?" I asked.

"No...I want to see you," Ann breathed hard, the waves of pleasure still ripping through her body.

Ann spread her legs wider as she lifted her knees up, digging the spikes of her heels into the mattress. She started playing with her nipples with her left hand while she reached down between us with her right. Her fingers were touching my shaft as she flicked her clit a little.

"We're being watched, baby," she said breathlessly as she grabbed her left breast and brought her nipple to her mouth, licking it slowly.

"What...where?" I wondered, looking over my left shoulder at the still closed door.

"Through the window," she answered with a giggle, letting go of her tit so she could pull on her nipple again.

"We're on the second floor, Ann."

"Uh-huh...and there's a four-story building across the street, which is nothing but windows." I was going to turn and look, but Ann reached up, pulling me down to her for a second. She kissed me passionately then said, "Don't look, baby. I don't want them to know that we know they're watching."

"Do you want me to close the curtains?" I said, cursing myself a little. I couldn't believe we hadn't noticed the building when we'd first walked in.

"Oh...GOD NO...I'm so close to cumming again, Neil. I love being watched...this is so HOT. Fuck me baby...fuck me and cum inside my pussy!"

I fought the urge to look over my shoulder, but it wasn't that hard with Ann panting and begging me to fuck her. She kept me focused on what I was supposed to be doing, which was filling that tight pussy of hers with my load. With her feet on the mattress, she was able to push up a little, lifting her hips to me as I hammered away.

Each thrust forward seemed to make me go deeper and deeper into her pussy, the squishing sounds combining with the squeaking of the bed, the creaking of the floorboards and the shrieking coming from inside Ann's chest as she started to cum a third time. She was looking to her left, her eyes half open as she stared out the window...toward her admirers across the way.

My eyes were on Ann, and when her angelic face turned from a look of passion to one of ecstasy, I thrust my hips forward one more time with a hard lunge.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!" I grunted.

Ann started shaking again, her stomach rippling underneath me as my fat cock deposited a huge load inside her cunt. Ann moaned as I coated her pussy, feeling the hot spunk fill her like she'd wanted. Her legs went limp, and she let them fall to the sides, her knees still bent. And that made her pussy tighter around my throbbing cock as I finished spurting. We stayed like that for a second and Ann looked up at me, her eyes wild again.

"Baby, when you pull out...pull out slowly, and then I want you to move forward a little for me, okay?"

I was going to ask why, but when I looked at Ann and saw the look in her eyes, I didn't. I just reacted, pulling out of her sloppy cunt and moving up higher on my knees, my cock hovering over her little strip of pubic hair. Ann reached down, playing with my balls for a second, before taking my cock in her right hand.

Ann was looking out of the corner of her eyes, towards the window. It was only then that I realized she was showing off my cock. The voyeurs that were watching us from the top floor of the outlet center, whoever they were, hadn't seen it. They'd only seen me fucking Ann. She was just evening up the exposure a little. So they'd probably seen my naked ass, bouncing up and down as I pumped into my lover. But Ann wanted to give them the full show...just like she had with the couple that had watched us the night before when she was pretending to be Barbara.

And that's when it hit me. Ann loved being watched, more than I ever realized. Sure, we'd played games from coast to coast, with Ann exposing her body in different ways for me. We'd also fucked outdoors or in public many times...but only the last two days had we done that and been watched, and Ann had really gotten off on it. I wondered if we were broaching a new level of her love of exhibitionism.

It wasn't like I thought Ann was going to go too far...like she NEEDED to be seen in order to get off. She wasn't like some junkie, where she needed to go to harder drugs in order to get high. Ann was sexual and there were many things that excited her. If we had closed the drapes before we'd started, Ann still would have had multiple orgasms and she still would have found the experience exhilarating. But this...this was an unexpected bonus and THAT was why she loved it. It wasn't planned, like the night before was; Ann had deliberately opened the drapes then...and the window, hoping someone would walk by. This was entirely different, and it added to the moment.

Ann squeezed my balls and pulled at my shaft, milking it...trying to get every drop of cum still trapped inside. Then she let it drip onto her stomach, scooped it up and brought it to her mouth.

"Go get dressed, baby... I want to lay here for a moment and kind of bask in the glow," Ann said with a naughty grin on her face.

"Okay...Anna," I said as I moved off the mattress, out of sight in the corner of the room.

Ann lay back, her left hand curled up under the back of her head as she moved her right back to her pussy. She dipped her fingers inside, pulling out some of the cum that had started to ooze out. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she seductively dripped it onto her extended tongue before licking her fingers and swallowing.

I could see the excitement in her eyes as she turned to look out the window. Instead of a passing glance, Ann stared blatantly through the glass of the window. She gave a little wave with those same wet fingers, just before she giggled and scrambled off the bed. Opening the tiny closet, she got out her clothes.

"Wait for me in the hallway baby...please?" she pleaded.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were walking through the outlet center, both of us with bags from Henrietta's House in our hands. Ann had only spent a couple hundred dollars of her thousand, but I knew she'd be spending more...a lot more. She was going to be buying her wedding dress there.

"How did it feel, Ann?" I asked as we walked down the hallway of the old factory.

"How did WHAT feel?" she asked. "There was a lot to 'feel' about."

"Paying for what you bought with the money you earned."

"Sexy...but it felt even better doing it with my pussy full of your cum. I love walking around like this...especially in jeans."

"You're not full...you dipped a little out. I thought you were going to clean it all out at first...so they could watch."

"I didn't want to be too crude. Besides, I wanted to feel this all along and that would have ruined what I'm feeling right now.

"And what's that?"

"Exposed...and horny."

"I know you're horny, babe. You're always horny. But how can you feel exposed? You're dressed."

"Because, baby, we're walking though this building carrying these big yellow bags with the name of Mary Ann's store all over them. The SAME building where at least ten people were looking out the windows on the top floor, watching me getting my brains fucked out. Anyone I pass could be one of them and I'll never know it. Just thinking about that is really turning me on right now."

"Would you like to do some more shopping here so you can see if you get stared at?" I laughed.

Ann looked at me...the sexy glean in her eyes hinting at what she was feeling inside. "No...I think I'd rather go back to your place and start our Sunday a little early."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sunday is our day, remember? We're going to set aside every week so we never let the other parts of our life get in the way of our sex life."

"Yeah...and?"

"I don't think 24 hours is going to be enough time for what I want to do with you tomorrow. I want to start right now."

"I think you already have, babe," I said as I put my arm around Ann and kissed her temple. "I think we started across the street."