Ann: The Married Years Ch. 52

He sensed her holding her breath and waited for the delayed exhale, knowing that was the moment to strike. Before she could take another breath, he flattened his tongue, dragging it with him as he moved his head. Opening his mouth wide, he covered her cunt, sucking wildly. He began battering her clit with that tongue, showing just how versatile his magical appendage could be.

Ann's orgasm was immediate, the launch into bliss unexpected.

"UUUNNNNNNNAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Her melodic cry of passion was like a song, the sweetness in her following mewls became lyrical. He moved up, kissing her body as he allowed her to regain her faculties. They shared a wet kiss, and with it her strength returned. Pressing him onto his back, she kissed down his muscled abdomen, her hand searching for his cock, finding it hard and angry.

She stroked it with her soft hand as she sucked on his nipples. She loved that she was doing that to him before he'd done it to her, knowing when he finally got to hers he would outdo himself. She also loved how her playing with his always lit a fire deep inside him. One that usually led to a remarkably predictable ending.

She took her time, calling again on her patience. It was a trait he had full control of. She'd needed to be taught, harshly... yet lovingly. And she required follow-up lessons to reinforce the need to correct that one character flaw she had. She welcomed those reminders, the loving discipline he would dole out on her body, most of it directed at the ass he loved so much. That punishment was calculated, the measure of it defined by the days between lessons. She loved that she would keep track, the significance of the number becoming an important part of practicing to be patient.

She knew she was getting close to needing another lesson. Unlike when she first learned of her need to submit to her loving Master, she no longer needed months to work herself into the right frame of mind to give of herself that way. Since giving birth, she realized the opportunities to delve that deep into her sexuality had become limited. Her desire to become Annabelle would come to her quickly, the part of her that need tamed fueling those feelings. The way her pussy dripped as she walked through the prison on Alcatraz caused her to shiver. The place practically screamed to her submissive side, the idea of being held captive and used in such a place making her weak-kneed. She would be able to stave off that initial thought, but once that was in her conscious mind, it wasn't going to be forgotten until she paid a visit to her dungeon back home.

She stuffed those desires deep inside, moving to his other nipple as she slowly stroked his length. Her fingers were barely touching the shaft, tickling more than fondling. She could feel the pre-cum flowing from the head, and that made her coo. Reaching down further she cupped his gigantic balls, feeling their heaviness. They were the size of lemons, hanging in their sack. It was no wonder he could produce so much cum every time he ejaculated with heredity blessing him with those.

Minutes later she was between his legs, just like he had done to her. Copying his blueprint, she ignored his cock, concentrating on his ass. She reamed him much like he had her, digging deeper, fucking his hole with her tongue. He was amazed how long it was, and how she could twist it, like her mouth was somehow gymnastic as well.

She began sucking on his balls, taking one into her mouth as she resumed stroking his cock. Then she made love to the other, bathing it, lapping and toying with it. His groan was deep, full of vibrato as it escaped his lungs.

Lifting her head, her eyes locked onto his. Her fingertip played with his ass, rubbing against his hole. She searched for a response, knowing it wasn't something he craved. He didn't hate the idea but it was at the bottom of his list of sexual preferences. She found it intriguing that he'd never actually crossed it off though. She knew it was because he loved when she ate his ass, albeit being a rare occasion. She loved going just a bit further sometimes and he accepted that as part of giving back to her. After all. She allowed him full control over her lucius body whenever they climbed between the sheets.

Sensing no resistance, she slipped the tip of her middle finger into him, loving that he closed his eyes. He was allowed her to play, on camera. The power of that moment made her shiver. Soon she was slowly fucking him fully, having added her index finger. Curling her digits, she massaged his prostate. The grip on his shaft had intensified, her hand gliding over the skin. The pre-cum was flowing in a steady stream from the head, pooling on his rippling stomach.

Unlike her, Neil hadn't had sex since they landed in California a few days before. He'd put all of his energy into saving Valerie and Christina. Because of that she wasn't worried about him coming so soon. She was determined that he was cumming several times given the opportunity they'd been presented. In some ways she needed him to cum to make the rest of their time more memorable.

He knew what she wanted. In truth he was desperate to give it to her. He knew he'd recover quickly. She'd see to that. He had no preconceived notions of how many times he'd be able to cum, but with Anna as his partner he didn't worry. She always brought out the best in him.

He came, his sperm blasting from his cock in high, powerful arcs. He striped his chest, eight to nine thick ropes landing on his damp skin. Ann smiled as she thrust her fingers deep one more time, coaxing two more spurts from his balls.

Removing her fingers, she took them into her mouth, uncaring where they'd been. While he didn't clean himself like she did with enemas, he did take care of his hygiene better than any man she'd been with. That he shaved that area once a week spoke of his commitment to making her feel at ease. She also knew he was diligent with the soap, their shared showers proving he wasn't shy about cleaning his ass. It shocked her the first time she witnessed it, using his own fingertips to ensure his was thorough.

Licking at his shaft, she took it into her mouth, swallowing it whole. She began fucking it with her throat in an effort to keep him hard. His arms stretched over his head as he gave in to the sensations she created. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she worked, jack-hammering her face into his groin with a frenzied pace. Her left hand moved under his balls, grasping the base tightly to constrict the blood flow. She loved how they felt on the back of her hand, his scrotum resting on it; the balls falling to opposite sides.

Ramming over his prick, she held her head against his crotch for what seemed an eternity, the pulsing in her throat making her swoon. It was alive, and that feeling of power she felt from keeping him hard gave her life as well.

She let the huge member slip past her lips with a pop, knowing it wasn't in danger of going soft. Instead she began the loving task of cleaning his body, sucking and licking his cum up like a fine delicacy. To her it was. She never tired of eating or swallowing his cum. In felt like an honor to her to be allowed to, the idea of serving him popping into her mind once again.

"It might prove harder to keep Annabelle in her box than I thought," she mused.

Bringing the last of it with her, she shared it with him as she took his mouth. Of all the sexy things he did to ignite her sexually, his willingness to taste his cum was the one that drove her mad with lust. She remembered vividly the first time he did it, kissing her after she sucked him off in his car in her parent's driveway the night they had drinks in a bar in their hometown. She was so overwhelmed by the act she bolted from the car, not out of fear, but for fear of losing control. It was profound because in that moment he proved to be the one man that could take control of her and ultimately free her sexually.

Reaching back, she took his cock, lifting her left leg over his sexy body. She lined up without looking, knowing where she was in relation to the tip. Sliding gracefully into position she sank onto it with her welcoming pussy, engulfing it in a fluid stroke. She didn't hesitate, bottoming out before pushing back up, her hands going to his chest. Her fingers found his nipples, pinching them as she began riding.

Her knees were by his sides as she ground over his rigid prick. Her thumbs continued rubbing across his nubs, their hardness finding her favor; the impish smile and spark in her swirling brown eyes continuing to profess her playful mood. Neil was content to let her have her fun, resting while she did the majority of the work, knowing he'd be called upon to perform in the coming hour.

She changed positions, putting her feet on the mattress, ramming harder. She looked like a jockey on a horse. It was a wonderful image in her naughty mind, often teasing him about being hung like one. She'd called him her stallion on more than one occasion when she rode him like she was.

Not this time. They hadn't spoken since they moved into the frames of the cameras, content to let the action speak on the screen when the time came. There were many times they didn't speak while making love, although her movements were increasingly creeping toward fucking.

She stepped closer to that line when she spun on his shaft, leaning back to balance her body with her hands on his chest. Her feet remained in place, firm and steady as she began a reverse cowgirl. She loved that position for how his cock dragged against her clit, pulling it away from its hood further. It was already red and puffy from all the attention it had received so far. She could feel her next orgasm nearing.

When she allowed her feet to slip backward, her knees once again at his sides going the opposite direction as before, he finally touched her. She knew he'd been avoiding it, wanting her to feel in control. But as his strong hands caressed her lower back, the electricity it released inside her landed directly on her clit, making her pussy gush. A small tremor quaked inside, and she growled at the minor climax it caused.

Those magical fingers grabbed her ribcage, helping guide her. He knew she was beginning to tire, the intensity of her day starting to take a toll. After all, she was the true star of the porn flick they were making. This was her third shoot of the day, and she still had many scenes to go with the male co-star.

Her breasts were pointed directly at the ceiling, bouncing perfectly every time their groins met. Her silky, honey blonde hair hung behind as she threw her head back, tickling his chest. Clamping her eyes shut, she succumbed to her lust.

"OOOHHHHHGGGGGAAAADDDDDD!"

The scream pierced the silence, bringing a smile to Rose.

"I love my job," she sighed as she focused tight on Ann's face and chest.

Grabbing her right arm, Neil rolled up. Bending his leg, he used his right knee to dig into the mattress and pivot. Ann moved with him, the two becoming like dancers doing an elaborate tango. She reached forward; her body stretched out as she pressed her tits into the bed. Raising her hips, she moved her knees slightly closer, tightening her pussy around his plowing cock. The graceful shift in position had him fucking her from behind.

He'd taken over, assuming control of their lovemaking... and her body. She was now his for the duration to do with as he pleased. And she was hopeful she was right about how the movie ultimately might end. Such was the way their relationship was. She loved using a script, but he was at his best doing improv. The magic came from when those two erotic theatrical styles somehow collided and it happened more often than it should, given their different approaches to sexual expression.

This wasn't one of Ann's elaborate adventures though, so she happily gave over her reins to Neil. The ending she had in her head hadn't been planned. It just popped in there. She knew whatever he decided to do with her would be what she really needed. She'd come to accept that he knew her sexually in ways she couldn't fathom, often taking her places mentally she would never dare to consider on her own.

Letting go, she allowed herself to become disengaged from the process of thinking. She simply relaxed that part of herself and gave it to him. He was in charge of her. He would think for her. He would decide what was best. It was as close sexually as she could get to Annabelle while remaining Anna. When she could slip into that world in her mind the result was always explosive. She just had to be patient and let him lead her there.

He fucked her from behind, forceful and deep. But it was controlled as she anticipated. They were technically still making love but the fence he was riding along could easily be jumped. He had no intention of going there. Not yet anyway.

Ann came again, her legs giving out as she fell forward. His throbbing cock came into view, slick and glistening from her cum. Grabbing her ankles like he did at the very start, he flipped her over and spread her wide. She howled as he stabbed her pussy with his shaft, plunging forward with a heavy thrust.

He began rolling his hips, still controlling his pace, the strokes long and firm. Each one caused her breasts to shake. Her arms stretched out wide, her fingers gripping at the fitted sheet, hoping to hold on. He bent forward, taking her locked legs with him. Pressing his chest to hers he possessed her mouth with his; it was only fitting to her as he had command of the rest of her, including her mind. She belonged to him in every way.

Her climax rose like a swell in an ocean storm, the huge wave rising higher and higher until it crested. Then it tumbled over in a violent release of power.

"AGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH!" she bellowed.

That was the breaking point for Neil. She didn't squirt, but he knew he could make her soon. She did expel him from her spasms. He grabbed his shaft, stroking it wildly as he moved up her body. Grabbing the back of her head he pulled her to him. She opened her mouth, offering her tongue, begging with her eyes for his gift.

The hot ropes of cum spewed from the head, the force of the first blast making her blink as it skipped near her left eye before landing in her gorgeous hair. They flew back open as he gave her hair more highlights while painting her cheeks and mouth. Another seven or eight spurts left his balls, something she'd learned to expect. It was yet another way he was like a horse, his huge balls able to produce copious amounts of sperm over and over for her.

When he finished, Rose thought her day was done. But like Ann hoped, he had other ideas. Slicing his fingers deeper into her hair, he held the base of his cock just as tight, trapping the blood inside that fed it life.

Her eyes went wild when he finally spoke, slapping his cock against her cheek. His voice seemed deeper as it echoed in the mostly empty loft. "Suck me Anna! Keep me hard so I can fuck my little slut!"

"Yes sir," she heard herself saying, the response feeling much more like Annabelle than Anna, even though she knew it wasn't going there. She was praying it would be close, thoughts of Anna Renee coming to mind.

She swallowed him greedily, wanting desperately to keep him hard as he practically demanded. His hand strengthened its grip in her sexy tresses, letting go of his cock so she could go deeper. Taking her head with both hands he fucked her face, actually humping his hips into her, making his balls slap up into her chin.

She began garbling, the saliva flowing past her lips and down her neck, heading for the heavenly valley between her full tits. She was deliberately making it sound loud and rather disturbing. It was a way to let him know she was into what they were doing, hoping to spur him to go farther.

She needn't have concerned herself with that. They hadn't talked prior, or during other than his order to suck him. Yet they were on the same page. It didn't matter to him if they were. He was going to take what he wanted, while giving her what he knew she needed.

She'd done her job, becoming the fluffer she teased about before they ever started. It wasn't a premonition, but it was an observation. If she wanted the day to turn out as she hoped she was going to have to take measures to get him hard and keep them that way. Becoming the fluffer appealed to her.

Convinced he was going to stay erect, he pushed Ann backwards, his hand pressing against her sternum to hold her forcefully to the bed. On his knees beside her, he pulled her leg, hooking it with one of his to help keep her spread. She wondered why, willing to give herself to him.

He slipped his middle and index fingers into her pussy much like she had his ass. Quickly he escalated the intensity, ramming her with his hand. She began to bubble up, the wet squishing sounds filling the room. Stopping abruptly, he swatted her cunt several times, his strong fingers landed over and over on her exposed clit.

She squealed from the blows, wanting to snap her legs shut but forcing herself not to. It was exactly what her body craved no matter how perverse it might appear to someone else. She said as much.

"Do you like having your pussy spanked, Anna?" he asked between blows.

"Yes sir," she panted.

He resumed finger fucking her, adding a third finger, curling them as he played her. His off-hand moved to her left breast, squeezing it hard. She came again when he twisted the nipple, pulling it as he did. It wasn't the orgasm she knew he was searching for but she had no doubt he'd find it.

When she neared the next climax, and at that point there was always going to be a next one not to far away, he paused again. She whimpered from the sudden emptiness.

"Anna," he called to her, his voice rich with masculine authority.

"Yes," she replied, unblinking as she stared up at him.

"I'm going to spank your pretty pussy until you cum for me. And once you do, I'm taking your ass. I want you thinking about that while I make my slutty wife cum."

"Yes sir," she said obediently.

He didn't know why she'd taken to calling him sir, but if it helped put her mind where it needed to be it didn't matter.

She didn't know what put him in the mood to take her like he was, but it thrilled her. She knew he could make her cum that way. He'd just never done it without her being Annabelle. The idea that he was willing to cross over experiences between her personas wasn't new, but it was unusual. It was also just like him to keep her off balance.

She didn't count, even in her head. She didn't know how many it took or how much time transpired. She barely knew what day it was. She'd lost all sense of self. She was Neil's slut, and her pussy was his to abuse.

The slaps were hard and constant. Unlike other times, he was keeping a rhythm. She could anticipate each blow, but they were coming so fast she still couldn't prepare.

The burning sensation deep in her cunt caused the pressure to grow. When he let go of her breast and actually slapped it she started shaking, her entire body ready to convulse.

He continued his barrage on her pussy, while slapping each of her tits off and on throughout. She couldn't remember him ever doing that, even as Annabelle, and the unexpectedness of it startled her to the point she started cumming.

The first spurt was minor, but then she experienced nirvana, the stream of clear cum exploding from her groin making her seem possessed. She couldn't scream, her mouth open wide but only a gasping rasp escaped.

Neil thrust his fingers into her once more, his resolve to make it happen again more than she could take. She spewed again, a squawk emitting from her chest until she shut down.

Rose was having a hard time believing what she was filming. Even more when Neil rolled Ann's lifeless body over and began spanking her.