Ann: a Love Story

© 2011, All rights reserved – mimaster

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Ann stood in front of the car, frozen in place. I was still inside, grinning at her through the windshield, waiting for her to take off yet another piece of clothing to place on the hood.

I'd relented, letting her walk to the front of the car so that it would block her from view as she did what I was 'making' her do. She'd already taken off her leather miniskirt and the vest she'd been wearing. All that was left was the mesh top, which didn't hide anything. Yet for some reason, Ann was hesitant to take it off, knowing when she did she'd have to do something else.

I motioned for her to hurry up and she finally removed it, leaving her in just her heels, her leather collar and the gold chain binding her nipples together. Meanwhile, I tried to decide what I wanted to do with her next. Actually I knew...I just didn't know how I wanted to do it at first. I settled on having her back up as I drove forward a little, turning the car so that she was still hidden, but with my door now facing her.

Opening it, I had Ann come over, turning her around so that her back was to me. Reading my mind, she never even waited to be asked. I watched as she glanced back over her elegant shoulder and put her arms behind her back for me. A minute or two later, she once again had her wrists bound by some of the white rope I'd been using on her for what seemed like days.

"You're getting really good at that," she said nervously as she watched me finish tying the knot.

"So are you," I said as I reached between her legs, feeling her wet pussy with my fingers.

"Oh...God...please, Neil. Let me cum."

"Will you do everything I tell you to do tonight?" I asked, wanting to see how she'd react.

She never hesitated. Her need for sexual gratification overpowered whatever good judgment there might have been left in her sexy little head, no doubt influenced by my fingering her pussy at the time.

"Yes...I'll do anything...and everything. Please, baby...I need to cum!", she panted desperately.

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It wasn't what I expected at all. Yes, it was big, and it as old. It was even grand in some ways. But I had driven down the long gravel road to Carol's house thinking that I'd see a Colonial structure, based on the area and its history. Instead of seeing the large white pillars, the telltale windows for the attic jutting out of the roofline, and chimneys at each end, there was a stone house nestled in the grove of huge oak and maple trees. It was still very old, and certainly impressive. But it wasn't what I expected, and that took me by surprise.

It was a two-story house, with a huge arched entryway at the front door and black shingles on top. The dark gray stones of the outer walls were huge, the mortar holding them together a grayish white, giving the place more of a contemporary look than the Civil War ear structures that dotted the local landscape. But there were still signs that the setting was from the Colonial era, like the big carriage house just off the back of the main house, and the cannon in the front yard.

I walked up to the large black front door, letting out a laugh as I looked the huge metal ring hanging from it. I immediately thought of a scene from 'Young Frankenstein', where Gene Wilder as Dr. Frankenstein sees two of them and says 'What knockers'. His assistant looks at her impressive chest and responds "Why, thank you Doctor', in a thick German accent.

As I banged the metal ring against the door, my mind was wandering as I thought of other scenes from what was one of my favorite Mel Brooks movies. That, in turn, caused me have a goofy grin on my face when the door finally opened. My grin disappeared as my jaw dropped along with my eyes gazed up and down at Carol.

She looked ravishing; her long, silky black hair pulled up on top of her head. I wanted to ravish her amazing body, which was leaning against the edge of the door, her right arm reaching high above her head as she held it open for me.

"Hello Neil," she cooed in a sexy voice.

"Good afternoon, Miss Shade. Nice swimwear," I joked as I eyed her microscopic leopard print g-string bikini along with the matching 4-inch leopard print heels she was wearing.

"I don't intend to swim in this, Neil. I wore it to entice you."

"Mission accomplished. But then again, you could have worn anything and done that."

"Aw...that's so nice of you to say. Actually, I bought this right after the divorce. I used it as motivation to get my body back the way I wanted it. This is the first time I've ever had it on."

"Ever?"

"Yeah...I wanted you to be the first one to see me in it," she said with a wink. "I'm also hoping you'll be the first one to see me out of it. Well, you and Ann. Where is she, anyway? She is coming, right?"

"Well, Annabelle came just a couple of minutes ago...she's probably recovering. And I'm pretty sure we'll both have Anna cumming again later," I laughed.

"What? Seriously...where is she?" Carol said, craning her neck to look past me.

"She's just taking a little walk to cool off. She'll be here in a little while. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"What? Oh...sure. Are you sure Ann's okay?"

"It's Annabelle right now. And yes, she's fine. "

"Oooo...kay. Well, come in and let me show you around."

The inside of the house was rustic, and yet elegant. The elegant hardwood floors throughout made the clicking of Carol's heels echo off the walls of the big, open rooms. The front of the house was a bit on the dark side from the shade provided by the grove of trees. There was the dining room and the living room, each with a humongous stone fireplace. And there was also what Carol called her reading room.

The back part of the house was filled with light, mostly because it seemed to be all windows. At least, there were a lot of windows, and they all seemed to be huge, with no curtains of any kind. The kitchen was the size of a large garage, with more appliances than I had ever seen. Carol said that cooking was one of her hobbies, which was what led to her weight gain when she got depressed. There was also a very large entertainment room. While the house was old and, well, rustic...Carol's furnishings were very contemporary, and I knew Ann would feel right at home.

"So, this house has been in your family for a while?" I asked.

"Yes. For generations, actually."

"It...it surprised me. I was expecting..."

"A plantation," she laughed.

"Well, yeah...I guess. I was certainly thinking it would be more Colonial."

"The original house was. It burned down in 1905. My Great Great Grandfather built this in its place. Of course, it's been remodeled a dozen times since then...mostly inside, but there've been a couple changes made on the outside over the years."

"And it's

yours

now?"

"Yeah. I got it from my Daddy."

I smiled when I heard how she referenced her father...and I had to remind myself I was in the south, no matter how deep it was. "How?" I said under my breath, wondering how such an amazing place, and the surrounding acres and acres of land became Carol's.

"I guess you can say I inherited it."

"Oh...I'm so sorry."

Carol laughed and said, "Daddy's not dead, Neil. He and Mom moved to South Carolina. Wanted warmer weather, but didn't want to go to Florida."

"So...they gave it to you?"

"No...I inherited it. Early."

"So you're an only child, then."

"No, I've got three sisters," she grinned.

"So..."

"So, have a seat, and I'll explain."

Carol had me sit on a barstool, handing me a beer from the huge double door refrigerator behind the wet bar in the entertainment room. She leaned over, her big tits, hanging low...dragging her erect nipples across the wooden top. She opened her own bottle and took a long sip.

"Okay...the way it works is, the house, and the land, have to stay in the family. No matter what."

I nodded and said, "Alright...that explains why you have the house and your ex doesn't."

"Uh huh...no judge was going to give it to him. Besides, I had it before we got married. Anyway, the house and the land get passed down from generation to generation, and it's supposed to go to the oldest son. In fact, I'm the first daughter to ever inherit it," she said proudly.

"How come?"

"I guess because my Daddy messed up and only had girls," she giggled. "But I was pretty much a tomboy growing up anyway, and since I'm the oldest, it went to me."

"Wow...that's so cool."

"Yeah...it is now. But there was a big blowup about it. My Uncle Billy said the house should go to HIS son, because it supposed to stay in the family."

"Uh...aren't you family?"

"Yeah...but I'm not a man. He thinks it should always be owned by a Shade, and if I got it, my name could change. I got his point. It DID change for a while when I was married, and that's another reason I changed it back after the divorce. But I told him at the time that if it works for Kings and Queens, then the same system should work for our family too. So, I started calling this the House of Shade. That kind of settled things down a little."

"Well, the place is amazing. How big is it?"

"The house, or the land?"

"Both."

"The house is almost three thousand square feet; it sits on 40 acres."

"You have to take care of all of it?"

"I only take care of the yard. The land kind of takes care of itself. And with just being me, the house doesn't get too messy. Well, the cats make a mess sometimes, but they're outside more than they are in. The pool and the hot tub take more time to clean than the house."

I stared out the back windows, looking at the big patio made from the same huge stone slabs that were used on the walls of the house. There were a dozen steps that led down to a huge in ground pool that for some reason I'd overlooked. The stone went around the pool, which was surrounded by rock wall similar to the one out by the road. I'd noticed the huge hot tube on the patio, mostly because of the idea of what I might be doing in it later, and I kind of stopped there.

"I didn't even SEE the pool!"

"Yeah...I had that put in right after I took possession of the place. You and Ann are welcome to come out any time you want to use it. No strings attached."

"What that hell does that mean?"

"It means that after today, I don't expect anything...sexually, from either of you. I really don't expect it today. Whatever happens tonight happens. But I don't want either of you to think that we're only friends because of, well, you know."

I reached out and touched Carol's hand, squeezing it tenderly. "You know, Carol...let's see how tonight goes. I appreciate you saying that, but Ann made a deal with you, and I know she's really looking forward to this. So am I. And we're always going to be friends, whether we have sex or not."

"How can you say that, Neil? I've only talked to her on the phone."

"Carol, you're friends and you know it. And not just ordinary friends...when Ann makes a friend, it's for life. So relax."

"What...what if she doesn't like me?" she asked bashfully.

I laughed as sipped my beer, but Carol was serious. She was actually scared. Not of having sex with Ann...she was genuinely scared that Ann wouldn't like her. I could see it in her nervous, green eyes. It was a ridiculous notion, but that didn't make it any less real to her.

"You're right, she may not like you. But that's only because I know she loves you, Carol."

Carol stood up, her expression changing. "She...loves me?"

"Ann looks at her friends as family, Carol. So yeah...she loves you. We BOTH do."

"Wow, I guess that makes what we're probably going to do a little exciting, doesn't it?"

"What do you think?" I said as I moved my barstool back a little, showing off the bulge in my jeans.

"I knew you'd feel that way," she snickered. "I just hope Ann feels the same way. No matter what you say, the fact remains I haven't even MET her yet."

We both heard the noise at the front door at the same time. It was the knocker, and I wondered how in the hell Ann was using it, what with her hands tied behind her back. But there were three distinct, albeit sporadic knocks.

I stood up and took Carol by the hand, leading her through the large opening from the kitchen to the hallway that led foyer. "You'll get to meet Ann later. Right now, you get to meet Annabelle," I smiled.

Carol opened the door and gasped. I could feel Ann smile even though she had her back to us. Actually, she had her upturned ass toward us. She had bent over at the waist, lifting her arms up high to reach the knocker. I would have loved to have seen her have her ass up against the door, having to struggle to lift the ring and let it drop to announce that she'd finally arrived at the house. I wasn't surprised though. She was so athletically gifted I would have been more stunned if she hadn't found a way.

When the door opened, she first looked through her open legs. Then she stood up and slowly turned...her deep brown eyes batting as her teeth bit at the corner of her bottom lip.

"Carol...this is Annabelle. Annabelle, say hello to Carol."

Taking two long, sexy strides, she moved in close, mashing her naked tits against Carol's body. Leaning in, she pressed her tender lips against Carol's shocked, gaping mouth, slipping her tongue inside. Pulling back, she exhaled "Hi Carol," her voice deep and sexy,

"Hi...Annabelle," Carol responded, her voice nervously cracking from her excitement.

Ann moved in again with her eyes closed, and Carol responded by taking her in her arms and kissing her back. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and it was the best introduction ever!

When they finally parted a few moments later, I pulled out the chain leash I had in my back pocket and clipped it to the metal ring on the collar around Ann's neck.

Handing the end of the leash to Carol, I nodded. "There you go...she's all yours."

Ann flashed a sly grin. Carol looked shocked. "What is she?"

"You have Annabelle for one hour. You can do whatever you want to her, and you can have her do whatever you want to you...she has the same safe word you had, Sunshine."

"But...what am I supposed to do with her?" Carol asked, looking confused.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out. Why don't you give her a tour...upstairs?"

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God it felt good. Damn good. I felt like I was gliding as I stroked along, going harder and faster than I could ever remember. Back and forth I went, pushing myself as I worked to maintain a steady rhythm. Every muscle in my body was working together, like a symbiotic dance of sorts. I twisted and stretched my frame gracefully as I changed strokes, feeling the energy flowing through me.

"I don't know why I don't do this more often," I thought to myself as I made another acrobatic change in direction. "Huh...probably because I don't have a pool," I reasoned soon after.

I was doing laps in Carol's heated pool, occupying my time while I waited for the hour I'd given the girls to be alone together to be over. Ann and I had gone to Carol's on the pretense of spending the evening together. More specifically, it was to have a threesome. But since I was still treating Ann as Annabelle on the way there, I decided I wanted them to have some alone time to get to know each other.

Ann and Carol had become friends, even though they'd never met. Yet while they were real friends, honest to goodness caring friends, there was no doubt that lying behind the surface was some sexual tension. After all, Carol had started out by asking for a date with Ann...and me. She'd politely pressed for a threesome, which in and of itself is an interesting way to begin a friendship with another woman.

That circumstance was kind of my reasoning for how I'd introduced them. Carol had been intrigued by Ann's sexuality. She was drawn to Ann, and Tina before her, by the way they carried themselves. They were open about their love of sex, and of life. Carol had been fascinated by Ann and the lengths to which she went to keep me sexually satisfied, setting up an elaborate adventure for me as I traveled for my interview. The same one that Carol had unwittingly become ensnared in just by being gorgeous, and playing along to my James Bond. Carol found it amazing that Tina had been invited by my fiancée to play a major role in that sex filled weekend.

That led to Carol seeking out a little fantasy of her own, asking in her own unusual way for Ann and me to join in. That led to Carol and Ann talking...and once that happened, there was little doubt that they would become friends. Real friends. Since that bond was founded on the promise that they would eventually have sex together, I thought it was only fair that that's how they started when they actually met for the first time.

After all, Carol had asked for the threesome, because of Tina eating her. That lit a fire in her; one she wanted to explore more. Tina's sexual torch lit that same fire in Ann as well. The picture I'd sent Ann of Tina eating out Carol in the parking lot next to the car had begun Ann's fantasizing too. When she heard about Carol's proposal, that fantasy took on a life of its own. Ann dreamt of being with Tina...and Carol. Yet she became so nervous about the prospect of disappointing them she felt the need to start practicing, so to speak. And practice she did. While Ann would likely deny it, she was becoming closer and closer to having to be categorized as bisexual. And I, for one, loved the idea of that.

I was finishing another lap, having already done over twenty. I'd stopped counting after that, content to just enjoy the swim. It had been a long time since I'd been skinny dipping, if you could call it that. Carol's home was so far off the highway that it truly was secluded. There wasn't another house for almost a mile. There was no fear of getting caught, which was part of the thrill. Still, I was swimming naked in a heated pool on a cool fall evening, and it felt refreshing.

All of that came to a halt when I thought I heard a scream just after I'd flipped in the deep end to change direction. I stopped, treading water wondering if I'd imagined it. Hearing it again I looked to the east in direction of the house. I hadn't noticed before, but there were huge windows on the back of the house on the second story too, which had to be part of one of the renovations Carol had mentioned. There was more glass than stone on the backside of the house. In fact, the windows on both stories went almost all the way from the ceilings to the floors; just a three-foot section of stone between the upper and lower stories of the house separating them. There were sections of stone between the windows, but the windows themselves were the same size of the rooms.

I looked up, my eyes transfixed on the middle window of the three on the upper floor. By the size, I had to guess it was the master bedroom. That and I could see Carol and Ann inside. I was amazed that I hadn't noticed them before, but I'd been focused on swimming, trying to keep my mind off what they were doing so that they could be alone that I never looked. Yet now that I heard them, I couldn't take my eyes off that room.

Carol was at the foot of a huge king sized bed, her ass precariously on the edge of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide, her leopard print heels planted firmly on the floor. Even from a distance, I could see the contours of the muscles in her thighs as she held herself still. Ann was kneeling on the wooden floor, her arms still tied behind her as she ate Carol. In fact, Carol seemed to be making her do it, holding onto the leash, pulling Ann's face into her wet pussy, forcing her to lick it.

Not that Ann had to be forced. I knew she was looking forward to being with Carol. Yes, she'd been nervous about it, just like Carol had been. So in a way, being Carol's love slave for a little while made that first encounter somewhat easier. In Ann's mind, she didn't have a choice. I'd given her to Carol, telling her she had to do whatever she was told. The way Ann reacted when I'd done that spoke volumes. From the way her body trembled and the wild look in her eyes, I knew she was beyond turned on.