Anna Used

Anna, used.

The woman with the copper skin seemed in her early forties. Her half-long hair had the straightness and the raven blackness of her indigenous ancestors. She sat in a rattan chair next to the glittering rectangle of a swimming pool, one slender leg crossing the other. The late summer afternoon softened the sun's glare, but the air was still balmy. Behind a freshly sprinkled garden and a row of hedges the desert stretched out into reddish infinity until it fused with the ghosts of distant mountains.

A pale young woman in a red dress walked along the pool towards the seated figure, her heeled sandals clicking their progress on the wet tiles. A petite girl with a black flag of wavy hair accompanied her, wearing a white cotton shift that left most of her tanned thighs free. Her feet were bare.

When the two reached the woman in the chair, she rose, smiling. Her hand was cool, her voice warmly sweet.

"Please be seated, my friend," she said, addressing the woman in red. Then she looked over at the girl.

"Anna, please meet Alicia," the young woman in red said. "She is a girl I'd love you to get to know better."

"How precious she looks," Anna said, reaching out to collect both of Alicia's small hands in hers. "Please be welcome, Alicia. I am certain you are exquisite; Angique wouldn't have brought you otherwise." The girl blushed, standing around awkwardly until the hostess offered her one of the chairs. Angique raised her hand with a smile.

"No, please Anna, the girl prefers to kneel at my side. Let's indulge her."

"Of course," Anna said, "how gauche of me. Let me pour us some tea."

Angique let herself down in the chair opposite Anna's. Alicia knelt right beside her legs, caressing them with her dress. The golden tea danced in the glasses while Anna poured.

"You have such a gorgeous place, Anna," Angique said, looking around. The older woman smiled.

"Well, thank you. Yes, I just love the desert. I often get on my horse straight from work and ride into the sunset. You two should accompany me one day. Should I pour the girl a glass as well?'

"Oh, well, Anna," Angique answered grinning. "I'm a city-girl, really. Horses aren't for me, they scare me! And as to pouring li'l Licia tea -- not yet. I think she should earn it, don't you agree, Licia?" The girl didn't respond, but her blush deepened.

"To begin with," Angique went on while nibbling on a biscuit, "I think the girl is ridiculously overdressed, wouldn't you agree, Anna?" The older woman smiled, her eyebrows rising. Angique brought her lips to the girl's ear and whispered a few words. The blush turned crimson. Then Alicia rose and pulled the white shift over her head. It proved to be all she was wearing. Anna sucked in her breath, then she softly started to clap her hands.

"She is beautiful, Angique. My God, she is sweet."

"Turn around for Anna, honey. Step closer and let her feel you," Angique said, lifting her glass from the table to take a sip.

As Alicia took the few steps to the woman, she started to slowly spin and show off her naked body, shivering at the woman's touch. Angique turned to Anna.

"Licia has started her training to become my slave, you know? First and foremost, she has to get rid of her silly shame; it is such a useless emotion, don't you agree? So, exposing her body to a total stranger might be a nice first step." Anna said nothing; she just stared as her hand touched a soft belly. Then she mumbled,

"She's lovely, my friend. So lovely."

"Do with her as you please, Anna," Angique said, smiling. "Let's say she is my gift to you for the afternoon." Alicia's face yanked towards Angique, concern widening her eyes as her arms automatically started to cover her private parts. Anna seemed just as alarmed.

"Oh, but..." she said. Angique waved her objection away and turned to address Alicia. "Licia, honey, I am sure Anna's feet must be killing her after a full day's work, and I am certain you know what to do about that."

After a few delicious moments of hesitation, Alicia went down on her knees. Her fingers undid the straps of Anna's sandals and while she started massaging the woman's ankles, her tongue reached out to lick her toes, the space between them, the insteps and the elegant arches.

Angique smiled as she heard Anna sigh. The woman's eyes closed, and her chest rose and fell with quickening speed. Angique leaned forward. Her open palm caressed the raised ass cheeks of the kneeling girl before fondling the crack and the shaved, oiled plum below.

"Isn't she a gem?" she asked Anna, but there was no answer, just sweet sighing. Angique picked up her glass of tea and sat back, watching. The tip of her foot softly caressed the tender insides of the girl's thighs, causing her skin to ripple.

Alicia then rose on her knees and sat back on her heels, holding one foot against her soft chest as she massaged the calf. Anna's eyes returned to the world. She sighed a smile and thanked Angique, who returned the smile, remarking that feet massages, however relaxing they might be, always left her hot and horny. Anna answered with a nod and a frantic fanning of her hand. They both laughed, making the girl look up with a puzzled little smile.

"I think the lady needs more, honey," Angique told Alicia. "You left her all hot and bothered."

The girl's eyes shot from one woman to the other until understanding dawned on her face. She slid forward on her knees, spreading the seated woman's legs and pushing up her skirt. Anna looked at Angique with wide, surprised eyes. Then she pulled at her skirt to help the girl find her soaked panties.

Soft kisses sounded as Alicia worked her way up the creamy insides of Anna's thighs. She nuzzled the wet panties, drawing hoarse little moans from Anna's throat. Soon the panties were off and Angique saw the older woman push her cunt into Alicia's wide-open mouth.

It didn't take Anna long to come hard and make the blue sky echo with her ecstasy. Alicia's mouth was by now slurping the leaking juices, sliding her shining face up and down the weeping slit. Anna's hands clawed into the girl's hair until they relaxed, as did the rest of her body.

"Wwwwow oh wow..." she gasped. Then she pulled Alicia up across her body and sent her tongue down the girl's mouth.

"Lie down," she panted when they parted. "On your back." Angique chuckled at the dominant streak that suddenly seemed to possess the woman. Alicia obliged, lying down in the still lukewarm puddles of water bordering the pool. Anna pulled her skirt up further and sank down on the girl's face. She started riding her nose, lips and chin, eager to find another orgasm.

Angique rose from her chair and knelt down at Alicia's lower body, spreading the girl's legs and cupping her flowing cunt. She kneaded it, extracting muffled moans. Then she entered the slit with two fingers, starting to saw, making sure her thumb hit the swollen clit. Alicia fucked back by raising her hips, as she chased Anna's cunt with her tongue.

Soon Alicia came, arching her body off the tiled floor. The vibration of her cries must have pushed Anna over the edge, for she too started shaking, adding her throaty voice to Alicia's clear song of bliss and abandon.

Angique grinned as she got closer to Anna's face, kissing her. At the same time, she reached past her to get an empty tea glass.

"Raise your sweet ass, Anna," she said and shoved the glass between the girl's gasping face and the woman's drooling cunt.

"Fill it up, Anna," she said, and Anna's confusion only lasted seconds. The inner lips pouted, and a sudden spurt of golden liquid hit the bottom of the glass. It soon was filled to the brim, spreading its pungent fragrance.

"Sit up, Licia," Angique said. "Please." The girl slid forward and rose to her knees. The afterglow of her orgasm colored her chest, while her face shone with Anna's juices. Her eyes were misted over. Angique grabbed her hand and placed the warm glass into it.

"Your tea, honey, as promised," she said. "Drink it while it's still hot, you earned it." Reality dawned on the girl's face. Angique took hold of the hand with the glass, fearing she might drop it. Alicia's head shook from left to right. Her eyes were saucers. Angique just nodded. She felt the girl's hands tremble. Nodding once again, she brought the glass up to Alicia's mouth. The rim slid over her lower lip and Angique tipped the glass, so the first wave of piss streamed into the half-open mouth. The girl gagged, then swallowed. Tears ran down her face.

"Good girl," Angique said, tipping the glass again.

Anna, revisited.

"A pity she isn't with you; she seemed such a sweet girl," Anna said, sipping her tea.

"Oh, that she is," Angique agreed. "She is sweet as candy for you and me, and for any woman who asks her to crawl between their legs and eat them." Anna smiled.

"You sound bitter." Angique looked up and shrugged.

"I guess that's because I am," she said.

Anna had phoned her and invited her back after the poolside meeting they'd had with Alicia, just over a month ago. She sounded disappointed to hear that the girl would not be there this time, and she was sad about the reason why.

"The two of you were... amazing," she'd said over the phone, pausing to find the right expression. "It felt like an honor to be part of what you had. There was so much sexual energy, so much easy trust."

"Yes," Angique had answered. "Rather a bit too much trust, I gather."

Today Anna wore black denim jeans. They were tightly wrapped around her slim hips and legs. Her blouse of gauzy white cotton however was wide-sleeved and loose fitting. Undone buttons exposed a deeply bronzed V; Angique saw no signs of a bra holding the modest breasts. A necklace of silver and turquoise betrayed her native heritage, as did her deep dark eyes. At her feet were heavily heeled Spanish riding boots.

She'd taken Angique out to a shaded patio to protect her pale skin from the still potent autumn desert sun. Angique thanked her for remembering, but Anna smiled and answered: "Of course, I remember. How could I forget even the smallest detail of that delightful afternoon?"

They shared a lingering silence, looking out over the reddish desert, sipping tea. Then Anna rose and walked to the huge bougainvillea that spread its limbs all over a sand-colored wall, exploding in clouds of purple blossom. Angique's eyes followed the movement of her firm ass-cheeks until they came to a halt. Anna rose to the tips of her boots, picking wilted flowers from the bush, crunching their dried, crispy petals in the palm of her hand.

Angique watched her every move, wondering who this woman really might be, living behind a proud amazon/business façade, maintaining this perfect wife-and-mother's charade. Last time and today again she had watched Anna's secret looks and unguarded responses. There was a dark side to this woman, she'd noticed, maybe even more than just that.

"So, she cheated on you?" Anna asked, not looking back. The question shook Angique out of her musings. Its implication of failure annoyed her more than she allowed her face to show.

"Let's not talk about her," she said, looking away. Then she also rose and moved to the other end of the patio, hugging her teacup. "Let's talk about you." Her eyes were fixed on the deep blue sky, where a lonesome predator circled on unmoving wings, a hawk maybe, or a vulture?

The sound of heels told her that Anna was getting closer. Angique's nostrils flared, as she picked up the woman's scent. She didn't look back, nor did she change the casual tone of her voice, but her mental fingers were crossing.

"Please undo the buttons of your blouse, Anna," she said. "I need to see your tits." The slight gasp made her smile into her teacup. She counted to ten, then turned around in time to see Anna slide the soft cotton off her shoulders, exposing a darkly tanned chest and two handfuls of slightly sagging, lighter colored breasts. She caught the woman's eyes and held them with hers. Without looking down, she reached for the left, exposed tit.

"Such long and excited nipples you have, Anna," she whispered, stepping in and feeling the heat the woman exuded. Her hand went up and started tracing the breast's curve from the delicate collarbone to the dark nipple. She hardly touched the skin and never took her gaze away from the woman's eyes. "Such a sweet gentle slope; such nice swollen areolas," she said, lowering her gaze and palming the flesh. "You must be a passionate woman." She cupped the breast as if weighing it. "Do I feel your heartbeat, Anna?" Their faces were very close now, Angique's breath caressing Anna's skin. She answered her own question and smiled as she looked down to where her hand felt the speeding pulse. "Yes, I do. And how fast it beats." She looked up again, smiling, but Anna had closed her eyes, a blush darkening her face. Angique leant in to find the woman's mouth with hers. The trembling lips yielded instantly as they kissed; an open-mouthed kiss that lasted for minutes. Angique pulled Anna's topless body into hers and only let go of the mouth when they both needed air.

"Oh God," Anna gasped.

"Oh God," Angique agreed.

Anna, questioned.

"Tell me about Anna," Angique said after their breathing had slowed down to normal. Her right hand still fondled the woman's breast, making the nipple slip and slide through her fingers. Her other hand disappeared under the long black hair, fingertips massaging the skull. Anna's eyes sparkled. Then an ironic smile replaced the afterglow of their kissing.

"What's to say about Anna?" she asked, shrugging. "I am just a boring hausfrau, a mother and an overworked Human Resources manager at a shipping company. I fight for my share of respect in a macho men's world." Angique shook her head, frowning.

"No," she said, almost breathing the word. "No. Tell me about Anna." Emphasizing her name, she held the woman's eyes until Anna's lashes fluttered and her throat jumped, swallowing. All irony had disappeared.

"Uhm, well... Anna," she tried. "Anna is a native American woman, married to a sweet guy of German stock. She loves him gently and has so for over twenty years, carrying his children -- dutifully opening her legs for him."

Angique pulled her hand back and smacked the woman hard across the face, making her head snap. She ignored the surprised yelp as she calmly restated her question.

"I asked you to tell me about Anna."

Anna looked stunned. Tears popped from her eyes; it must have been the shock more than the pain. She had never been treated like this; she should be furious, shouldn't she? A dark spot bloomed on her cheek where Angique had struck her. There was no anger, though, no indignation, just shock. The breathless silence following the cracking slap was filled with distant sounds of birds and crickets, and finally with Anna's gasps. She just stood, allowing tears to streak her cheeks; she did not protest, she didn't run. A sense of relief washed through Angique; she had been right about Anna.

"You know me, Angique," Anna whispered at last. "Do I have to tell? You see through me and you know who I really am with you." Tears now ran freely down her face.

"Say it, Anna," Angique said, touching the bruise. "You know you have to say it." Anna swallowed twice.

"I am Songbird too," she said, and her face grew younger. "I am this very young Indian girl that lives with the ghosts of the earth, the spirits of the heavens. But I guess that wouldn't be the Anna you're looking for?" Angique kept staring into the woman's eyes, capturing them.

"Too many Anna's," she then murmured. "Now tell me, who is the true Anna? Not the workaholic Anna, not the cowgirl Anna riding out into the sunset, not the wife or the mother, surely. Not even the bird girl singing of her ancestors." She reached for Anna's throat, feeling its pulse throb against her palm as she slowly closed her hand around it. Her gaze pinned down the shifting black eyes, cutting off every possible route of escape. The ribbed windpipe massaged her palm as the woman swallowed. Angique just squeezed harder.

"Tell me of your darkness, Anna," she whispered. "Tell me all the sweet and dirty traits you harbor in your secret niche; I'm sure you have many." Her hand closed tighter, and she had to hold up the gasping woman as her body turned limp. The dark irises floated up into her skull, leaving two white, vacant orbs staring out. The mouth worked; the throat gurgled. Then Angique let Anna sink to the ground, protecting her head from hitting the stone.

She knelt next to her, caressing the paled cheeks until a sudden convulsion wrecked the body. Anna raised her head, gasping for air. She coughed and milled her arms around as she got up to sit, dry heaving and gagging. Angique wrapped an arm around her, nudging Anna's face with hers.

"Welcome back from where you truly live, Anna," she whispered. "Dark, secret little Anna girl." Anna looked back at her, wide-eyed and panicked; not a trace of the woman-of-the-world to be found. Her shoulders started shaking. She pushed her face into Angique's chest, sobbing muffled sobs that drenched the flimsy fabric of the sundress. Her face was ruined when she at last looked up, trying to talk through hysterical heaves.

"Sssssh," Angique said, stroking her hair. "Shhhh, honey, later." She rocked Anna in her embrace, kissing the salty tears off her face, waiting for the woman to calm down enough for talking.

"How... how did you know?" she asked haltingly, her voice the voice of a very small girl.

"Know what, honey?" Angique answered, smiling.

"That I love to be strangled, to have my breath cut off? That I get off on that? Who told you? Nobody knows. Nobody but a woman I was with last year? We stumbled on it by accident. How could you know?" Angique chuckled as she rocked Anna in her arms. The woman curled up against her like a child as they sat on the warm flagstones of the patio, Angique's back leaning against a sunbaked wall.

"Anna," she said, caressing the bare arms and shoulders. "There is no secret, no magic. I saw it in your eyes. I already saw it when we played with the slut, last time, and today I see it again. You love to be helpless; dark and forbidden rituals intrigue you. You need to hand over control." Holding Anna's eyes, she took in the growing blush.

"Strangling you," she went on, "is just one means to an end. You need someone to take over; you need pain, humiliation to feel alive. You want to be exposed, restricted, punished. So many women do, especially women who fight for a rightful place in their jobs, in society. Stressed out women who need the excuse of helplessness to let go of themselves, to let go of the guilt and the pretense to find their sweet climax."

Angique chuckled as the woman lowered her eyes. She lifted her chin until the contact was restored. "I know you, li'l Anna," she said in a whisper, her lips close to Anna's face, "even if you don't know yourself. Now open my dress and lick my gushing cunt; it yearns for your obedient tongue." She leaned back on her hands, pushing out her body. Anna hesitated, looking over her shoulder.

"Here?" she asked. "They might see us. The stable hand, the..." Angique grabbed her head, pulling it down to her crotch. Smiling she said:

"Just do it, Anna. Leave the worrying to me."

***

With trembling fingers, Anna opened Angique's dress to reveal a pale, naked body. She sucked the surprisingly dark nipples into shining erection and let her lips travel down the torso to a slick, bare mound. Her tongue spread the pale cunt lips, extracting a growl. Angique folded her hands over Anna's head to pull her in. Climax came soon; juices gushed into the woman's mouth, making her chin shine like polished copper.

After that they went inside where they played their bodies like instruments on a huge white bed, surrounded by a flurry of curtains and mosquito netting. Wide-open windows allowed the desert's breeze to kiss their skin.