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It was a simple question really, one that I really should have anticipated just in case. But I hadn’t. I’d been so captivated by exploding deep inside Ann’s ass that I’d lost myself to the moment. As we lay still coupled, my thick shaft buried in her backside, she brought me back when she broke our long silence with her simple, direct query.
“Who’s Cecilia?”
“Who’s…who?” I responded, hoping to sound calm but confused.
“Cecilia…the French girl that just ate me. Who is she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answered almost defiantly.
“Sure you do…I can tell.”
“W…what are you talking about, Ann?”
“I just felt your cock flinch when I asked you, baby. I’m pretty sure I’m not wrong. Obviously I could be, but I don’t think I am. And I’m not Ann. I’m still Annabelle.”
I was becoming more confused, and concerned, by the second. “What?”
“I’m still tied up…I’m still blindfolded and I’ve still got my collar on. I’m still Annabelle. Don’t end our night just because you don’t want to answer my question,” she laughed.
I was surprised…that she laughed. I was in a full-blown panic, my cock deflating in her ass faster than a cut tire. And that became yet another giveaway. Ann was reading my reactions, not with her eyes, but with her body. She actually felt my cock pulse in her ass when she first asked me about Heather, who had masquerading as Cecilia when we played with Ann together in the stairwell. And that had me wondering about a lot of things…like how she knew it was me in the first place.
I reached around and grabbed her sore, tender left nipple, pulling it hard. “I know you’re still Annabelle. And you’re right, we’re not done yet. Not unless you want to be.”
“AAAHHHHHHHHH,” she growled. “NO. I don’t want to stop. But I guess that means you’re not going to tell me either.”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She sighed and said, “I’m not going to be upset…and it isn’t going to change what just happened and how amazing you’ve been so far, Neil. This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. I love you so much. Telling me isn’t going to change that or how I feel about what we’re doing.”
“Ann…I…”
“Annabelle. And I know it was you. There’s no doubt in my mind that you came on me. I’m just curious about Cecilia.”
“H…how did you know?” I asked, my voice becoming quieter.
“Aw…Neil. Don’t be disappointed, baby. I’m not. And I didn’t know at first…you have to believe me.”
“I do. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you wouldn’t lie. But how did you know?”
“Well, I didn’t know know, if you know what I mean. But…well, when you stood up on the cart, you seemed the right size, and you definitely had that aura you always have.”
“Aura?” I chuckled.
“Yeah, you know…sexy and confident. I can feel it when you’re around me. Maybe that’s because I’ve had most of my senses shut off for the day, but I definitely felt your presence. Of course, I still didn’t know for sure. Then you came on me and I wondered again. I can’t imagine another man in this hotel cumming as much as you do, baby. But even then I wasn’t sure.”
“So, what gave me away, then?”
“Your cum. When you fed me what you splattered on me I knew for sure. I’d know the taste of your cum anywhere,” she said with a smile.
I snickered and said, “Wow. That’s a pretty slutty comment, don’t you think?”
Ann shrugged and said, “What did you expect? I’m Annabelle. I’m a dirty slut, remember?”
“Mmm…yes you are,” I said as I reached for her other nipple, twisting and pulling it like I had the first. I got pretty much the same reaction, and laughed. “So…you’re saying if I wouldn’t have…”
“I wasn’t sure until I tasted your cum. So no…I probably never would have asked. But like I said, please don’t be upset. It only matters that I didn’t know at the time. God, I’m still feeling it, Neil. It was so damn real…and so exciting. Knowing it was you honestly doesn’t change it. In fact, to me, it makes it better.”
“Better? How?”
“Because…you love me so much, you do everything you can to make my kinky fantasies come true.”
“I could say the same thing about you, babe.”
“I mean it Neil. Today has been such a rush…I’ve been on edge for twenty-four hours, and we’re not done yet. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve having you in my life.”
“You said ‘Yes’, Ann.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ann was lying on the bed…well, the ‘sex’ bed, staring in the dark. I was looking back at her from the other bed, watching her eyes shift from me, to the red numbers of the digital alarm clock on the nightstand between the beds, and then back to me.
I’d taken off the mask, putting it away for the night. I also removed the butt plug and untied her breasts. But I left her tied like she was, legs bound together Ataşehir Escort at the ankles and knees; arms bound behind her at the elbows and wrists. And at her request, she was still collared. Well, she didn’t actually request it. But when she said that because still had her collar on that meant she was Annabelle, I didn’t have the heart to take it off.
When I got into the other bed, I turned off the light, leaving the curtains open to let a little light to come into the room. When our eyes adjusted, we were able to see each other. She lay there with her head on the pillow, looking so sweet and innocent, except for her eyes, which were on fire, the sexual energy burning within. Here was this sultry, sexy woman, and yet there was a slutty tigress inside, ready to pounce. The look in her eyes made me think that it was a good idea that she was still tied up. Otherwise, she would have been fucking me wildly until my cock fell off.
With my being at a safe distance, so to speak, I decided to tell her what she wanted to know. I confessed that she was right about it being me, and I informed her that Cecilia was actually Heather. I offered a very nondescript version of how I’d gotten her to be a part of our day, never mentioning what Heather had done during the morning pretending to be a maid. I only mentioned what she’d done as Cecilia. I didn’t want to give away any more information than I had to…hoping to keep as much of the day a mystery as I could.
That seemed to satisfy Ann. I’d told her what she wanted to know. Actually, I think I told her what she needed to know. It wasn’t that a strange woman had eaten her pussy. It was that the same strange woman had sucked my cock. Now that she knew that it was really Heather instead of a French woman named Cecilia, she knew I hadn’t done anything with someone she didn’t know. Deep in her heart, she knew all along I’d never do that…not without letting her be involved in the decision ahead of time. But just knowing for sure that I hadn’t betrayed our trust made her soar inside.
She got so excited when I first told her that Heather was Cecilia I thought she was going to burst. Then she got quiet, laying there, looking back and forth between the clock on the table, and me. She looked so many times that I actually turned to look at it myself, wondering if there was something wrong. It was twenty minutes until midnight when I looked back at Ann, who was staring directly back at me, her eyes unblinking.
“Something on you mind, Annabelle?”
“Neil?” Ann said quickly, apparently waiting for me to give the go ahead for her to speak.
“Yes.”
“Can you untie me?”
“Uh…I thought you wanted to –“
“Just for a little bit…you can tie me back up anyway you want to when I get back.”
“Get back? I can carry you to the bathroom if you need to go.”
“I don’t need to go to the bathroom. I need to…I want to thank Heather. Do you mind?”
“You want to thank her?”
“Uh huh. Please? She’s leaving in…” she pleaded as she paused to look at the clock, “…nineteen minutes.”
“How are you going to thank her?” I winked.
“However you tell me to,” Ann smiled.
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Ann stretched her lithe naked frame once I’d released her from the ropes that bound her. Then she headed to the bathroom to freshen up again. Actually, I let her take a quick shower. She came out five minutes later with her makeup redone, her wet hair pulled up high on her head in a ponytail to show off her collar. She looked sexy, and slutty.
Putting on a pair of tight red hip hugger shorts that looked sexier and skimpier than anything you’d see on a Hooter’s waitress, she added a very tiny red string bikini top; the little triangles barely covering her nipples. It was more string than bikini…and I started getting hard as she slipped on a pair of 4-inch red stilettos.
She stared at my growing cock and said, “I guess I’ll have to pay for making that happen when I get back, won’t I?”
“We’ll see. You just do what I told you to do.”
“Yes, Master,” she said as she applied a fresh coat of bright red lipstick to her lips, making her ass jut out as she looked in the mirror. It looked so inviting I didn’t know whether to spank it or fuck it. But I didn’t do either, instead choosing to just admire it. Glancing at me in the reflection in the mirror, she grinned, “You really are an ass man, aren’t you baby?”
“I’m an Ann man,” I answered, licking my lips lewdly, making her laugh.
“Aw…that’s so sweet!”
“I don’t know if it’s sweet, but it’s the truth,” I said as I walked up behind and hugged her, pressing my hard cock into her ass.
“Hmm…maybe I should just thank Heather later. Feels like you aren’t done abusing my ass yet.”
“I’m not…but I want you to do this. Are you ready?”
She turned around and stood up straight, showing off her barely covered body. “What do you think?” she smiled.
With the short shorts and the non-existent Bostancı Escort top, she was showing off almost all of her rope marks, and they were everywhere. With just her areolas covered by the tiny triangles of the bikini top, you could see the rest of Ann’s cute boobs and the way then had been bound. Then there were the marks on her thighs and upper arms. But they were nothing compared to the deep indentations on her wrists and ankles from being tied for most of the day.
Catching me staring at her skin, she smiled. “I take it that you like how I look.”
“I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. I feel so dirty with my rope marks. I thought it was naughty when I had the couple showing the day after we were at the cabin. But this is…wow, I am such a slut!”
“Yes, you are. Now, hurry and go thank Heather before she takes off. And remember — “
“I know my instructions…Master,” she winked. Gripping my cock gently in her hand, a big toothy grin appeared on her face. “I’ll do what you told me to do and I’ll be back as soon as I can so you can use this on me again.”
She let go of my shaft and walked to the luggage cart, pulling it toward the door.
“Don’t forget to call.”
“I won’t baby. Thanks for letting me do this.”
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Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart was pounding. I wanted to watch. It was killing me sitting in that little room, knowing what Ann might be doing and not being able to see it. My cock was straining just thinking about it. In fact, I was so turned on by the thought that pre-cum was flowing freely from the head of my cock, which amazed me.
I’d thought that there was no way I’d be able to cum again. I’d already had three orgasms, two in the last couple of hours. But my body was responding to what we’d been doing…what we were doing. Actually, it was responding to what Ann was doing. At least, what I hoped she was doing. And since she’d been gone for a half-hour, I had to assume that she was. Otherwise, she would have been back already.
I closed my eyes and pictured her stepping off the elevator and walking down the little grade in the hallway…past the restaurant and the bar. I pictured her sexy strut as she pulled the cart across the tile floor of the brightly lit lobby. I imagined what she must have looked like untying the ropes off the top of the cart, and then bending sexily at the waist to remove the bottom ones, showing off her tight ass in the process.
I knew it was almost midnight on a Thursday and the lobby was probably near empty. But in my head, it was full and buzzing, just like it would have been on a Friday or Saturday. My brain saw all of those people milling about, and then suddenly stopping in their tracks to stare at Ann as she walked by. The crowd mesmerized by the scantily clad beauty walking like a runway model, pulling a cart, their eyes first drawn to her skimpy outfit and the body it barely hid. Those same eyes becoming transfixed on the telltale rope marks on her bronze skin.
Then my mind saw her approaching Heather at the front desk, the image in my head following her, staring at the sexy ass, the string of her top barely visible as she walked up to the counter to place the ropes she untied from the cart on the marble top. I envisioned her talking to Heather…but there were no words that I could understand. In my erotic daydream Ann might as well have been Charlie Brown’s teacher…the sound garbled and incoherent.
But I knew what she was asking, or more accurately, offering. As the half-hour became forty-five minutes since she’d left, I could only believe that she had talked Heather into sticking around a while after work.
I was busy dreaming about Heather, her naked body lounging on a bed with her legs spread wide. I could picture Ann, her head buried between Heather’s soft, shapely thighs. I could see Ann licking Heather, sticking her tongue deep into Heather’s wet pussy.
If I was right and Ann was indeed munching on Heather’s cunt somewhere in the hotel, she had become the seventh woman Ann had eaten. Carol would undoubtedly be the eighth sometime the next day…well, the same day, since it was now well after midnight.
Eight different women. I smiled when I thought about the number. At first it was a novice thought for Ann to be with another woman sexually; kind of a hidden fantasy of sorts. But she wasn’t a novice any longer. Ann was now experienced. Hell, she was going to be just two away from ten. Once you hit double digits, it was hard to deny that you’d gone from being a novice, past experienced…to becoming a card carrying bisexual. That is if she wasn’t one already.
The thought of my future wife being bisexual actually appealed to me. I’d never considered that a bonus when I thought about marrying someone. In fact, it never crossed my mind. But it was pretty obvious that under the right circumstances, she not only had no problem being with a woman, she actually got Kadıköy Escort off on it. And that made me smile. I knew it wasn’t something she sought out, but I loved that she didn’t shy away from it when the opportunity presented itself in the context of our relationship. As long as I was aware of it, and approved, I had no problem with her satisfying that part of her sexuality.
I was thinking about how hot it would be if she scoped out a hot woman at a bar, or on a beach, or wherever we were at the time, and she walked over and propositioned her to see if she wanted to have a threesome with her husband. It had never been a fantasy of mine, but it was fast becoming one as I thought about the how Ann had changed since fate brought us together.
I was cock deep into a potential wet dream; Ann talking to a beautiful, leggy, redhead at a beach resort bar trying to convince her to join us for a night of sexual adventure somewhere along a secluded spot in a grove of trees just off the beach. But that popped out of my head with an imaginary ‘poof’ of smoke when the phone rang. It startled me so much I sat up in bed with a start.
“Hello?”
“We’re finished, baby. I’m ready to come back upstairs.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”
And I was, right in front of the elevators. I hung up the phone, threw on my pants, grabbed the room key and a couple of items from the toy chest and sprinted down the hall. It helped knowing that there were no other guests on our floor. But Ann didn’t know that. I was counting on that little secret to add to what we were still doing. She had agreed to be my love slave for a day, but with my boss giving me Friday off, I was taking liberties with just how long our ‘day’ was going to be. Not that she minded…I could tell she didn’t want to stop just yet.
She let out a gasp, startled that I was standing in front of the elevator when the doors opened. “God, Neil…you scared me.”
“I didn’t scare you…I surprised you,” I said as I took her into my arms and kissed her, the unmistakable taste of Heather on her lips.
That kind of proved Ann’s point about knowing I was the one that came on her stomach in the stairwell instead of some French stranger staying at the hotel. She knew the taste of my sperm as soon as I scooped it off her body and fed it her. I pulled back, still holding her closely as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
“What a nice surprise,” she said happily.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Mmm…yes, baby. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do to me next.”
I reached between her breasts, grabbing the little string of the micro bikini that was helping hold the two small triangle patches in place over her nipples. Pulling up on the string, I lifted her top over her tits. Not that it was a real feat since it was so small, but I’d exposed her breasts nonetheless.
“What are you doing, Neil?” she giggled.
“I’m surprising you again,” I said, grabbing both of her nipples, pulling them hard, making her move away from the door of the elevator to the middle of the hallway.
“FUCK!” she screamed out, stumbling as I continued to yank on the perfect ends of her breasts, forcing her down to her knees. “WHAT THE…”
“Careful, Annabelle. You wouldn’t want to wake anyone up…you’ll spoil the surprise.”
“Oh…God,” she said quietly as I pinned her to the floor, removing the tiny top completely. Then I proceeded to remove her tight shorts, throwing them on the floor with the top, right in front of her eyes. She clamped her legs shut to hide her pussy. “Neil! What are you ?”
“You’re my love slave, right?”
“Well yeah…but…”
“No ‘buts’, Annabelle. If you’re my love slave you really don’t have a choice, other than to say the word and end our night. It’s totally up to you,” I said as I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back.
“I…I don’t want to stop, Neil. It’s just…HERE?” she said trying to turn her head to see me.
“I suppose I could take you to the lobby to do this…is that what you want?”
“No!”
I started tying her arms behind her back like I’d done before I let her go downstairs to ‘thank’ Heather, using the ropes from the cart she’d brought back with her. “That’s what I thought. Now lie still and be quiet so you don’t wake anyone.”
She relaxed her body, no longer fighting the inevitable. Actually, she only fought to make it seem like she didn’t want me to do what I was doing. Deep down inside, she was just as turn on and excited as she was nervous and scared. I knew that because as I worked on tying her arms, she slowly spread her legs. I almost didn’t notice at first, but she had her knees about a foot apart. If anyone would have walked off the elevator they would have seen her wet pussy easily.
When I’d finished binding her arms behind her back, I stood and lifted her to her knees…forcing her spread to them wider to keep her balance. Standing in front of her shocked face I slowly pulled down my zipper. But before I fished out my thick hard cock, I slipped the blindfold back over her eyes.
“Awww!” she whined.
“You still haven’t earned the right to see my hard cock, Annabelle. In fact, I’m not sure if you’ve earned the right to have me fuck your pussy yet.”
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