Not so Innocent Anna Endric

Anna Kendrick, a well known singer and actress has a bubbly personality, vivacious smile and seemingly unending energy. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and only weighs 103 pounds, evenly distributed on her petite frame. She has chosen not to have children, which makes us wonder about her sexuality.

Consider her last boyfriend, initials B.H., who after three weeks of dating Anna, decided he should be entitled to sex. He chose to bring it up after dinner at his apartment one evening. Sipping her wine, Anna listened intently.

"Anna, I have to tell you this. I like you and I enjoy time with you."

"I'm glad," she replied with a smile.

"But every time we kiss and make out, even a little, I get evil feelings."

"Evil? What do you mean, like hurting me?"

"Oh, no, no. But you have this tiny little mouth and when I kiss you, I just...I just want to fuck your mouth and shoot a load down your throat."

Anna set her wine glass down on the table and stared back at him, frightened.

"Well, THAT'S not very romantic," she said calmly.

"I know, I know," he said, continuing. "I would really like to fuck you but you're so tiny and petite that I'm afraid of hurting you."

"Oh, so you'd rather use my mouth, is that it?"

"Actually, it is. But I wouldn't mind giving you some pleasure. I mean, I'd eat your pussy to make you feel good."

Anna leaned on her elbows on the table, her chin in her palms.

"You could have used different words or terms to not sound so ugly about it. I have a vagina, and oral sex instead of intercourse is my preference."

"Great! We could sixty-nine but I really want to watch my cock going into your small mouth and tight lips."

"You're going to gross me out; you sound selfish and controlling."

"No, no, really. You can control what we do, how we do it, I don't care"

"Let's have some more wine while I think about it."

They were silent as they actually finished the bottle of wine, sitting quietly at the table. Anna seemed unexpectedly calm, and B. H. was fairly certain he was going to get to cum in her sexy little mouth before the night was over.

Finally, Anna asked him, "Are you into playing any games?"

"If it means being naked with you, I'm into anything you want, Anna."

"Do you like being tied up and getting sucked off or fucked?"

He was shocked that she used the graphic terms, but it encouraged him to agree and enjoy whatever game she wanted to play.

"You can tie me up and do whatever you want all night long," he replied.

"Go take a shower and meet me, naked on your bed," she said.

His response was quick; he rose and went directly to his bathroom. Anna took her purse and sat on his bed waiting for him.

When B. H. came out of the bathroom, his skin still damp from the hot shower, he walked to the edge of the bed, facing her with a huge erection.

"Lie on the bed, arms and legs spread wide," she said firmly.

When he did, Anna opened her large purse and pulled out leather straps with a Velcro cuff at the ends of each strap. She attached a cuff to each of his wrists and then to the bed posts, then attached a cuff to each ankle and stretched the straps down to the legs of the bed and attached the other ends. He was immobile, and smiling.

Anna kicked off her shoes and climbed up, standing on the bed, straddling his body. She slowly removed her clothing, one piece at a time until she was naked. B. H. stared up at her small breasts and the dark brown patch of pubic hair. Her legs were slim but proportionate for her body. He could see the cheeks of her tiny firm ass. He smiled even bigger.

She squatted down, and he could feel the wetness of her pussy on the skin of his stomach. He was hoping she would try to stuff his big cock into her tiny pussy.

"The thing that turns me on, the thing that makes me really wet, is having a guy tied up and waiting for me to do something," she said.

"I'm waiting and ready for whatever you want do do," he said, anticipating pleasure of some kind.

"I told you that I prefer oral sex instead of intercourse, but what MEANT was that I prefer RECEIVING oral sex than being fucked. Oh, and by the way, I like girls much better than guys."

She stood up and knelt on the bed beside him. She slapped his erection several times, alternating hands. He yelped in pain with each slap and his erection began to shrink. She slapped his balls hard enough for him to groan and cough, close to vomiting.

"Just to show you that although I may be small, I am in charge when it comes to sex."

"Okay, okay, whatever; you don't need to hurt me!" He groaned.

Anna got off the bed and left the bedroom, roaming around in his apartment. In a few minutes, she returned with a pair of pliers.

"Look what I found!" She said, happily. "Something to punish you with if you don't cooperate."

"How am I NOT going to cooperate tied up like this?" He asked.

She laid the pliers down on the bed and climbed up to kneel on his chest. She inched forward, sliding her slim legs over his shoulders and resting her pussy right over his face.

"We drank an awful lot of wine, didn't we? It was really good wine."

"I'm glad you liked it. Would you just let me go and we'll forget the sex thing?"

"Oh, it's more than a sex thing. You didn't want to treat me like a woman or a girlfriend, you just wanted to take advantage of my size and abuse me."

"Come on, Anna, I couldn't help it; you made me horny."

Anna lifted up on her knees, still perched over his face.

"Wine makes me horny," she said, "but I drank so much I have to pee. I'm wondering how much those pliers would hurt the end of your cock if you didn't swallow my pee."

A warm flood of her urine splashed down onto his face and splattered all over the bed. He closed his eyes, coughed and sputtered from her pee he had ingested.

"I think you might want to consider getting a new mattress," she said.

Anna lowered her wet pussy onto his face and began riding, actually rubbing across his face. She grabbed a fistful of his hair like the mane on a horse and slid her pussy across his nose, chin and mouth, hard and fast for a long time.

"You wanted to eat my pussy, so show me what you got, fucker!" she screamed.

He tried to use his tongue, but decided it was easier to just stick it out for her to use, which is exactly as she did. After sliding her pussy all over his face, she settled onto his tongue and he stabbed it up into her. She pressed her weight against his face, pulling his head tightly against her, using his tongue.

"Suck it up, fucker, suck my piss off my cunt!"

He licked and sucked every bit of her pussy. Her urine had run down into his nose anyway, so he was breathing the smell of it when she washed his face with her pussy.

Finally she sat still, her wet thighs cupping his face. He tried lapping at her slit.

"Lick my clit, slowly, very slowly until I come," she said, panting with desire.

He took long, slow laps with his tongue across her hard clit and it seemed like an hour before she indicated she was going to come.

"Just like that, don't stop, don't stop, or I'll use those pliers on your balls, too!"

Her legs came together as she came, which almost smothered him. He held his breath, still lapping at her clit. She wiggled her ass on his face and he assumed she was done.

Then she raised up again and began rubbing her clit with her fingers in fast circles. He lay there gasping for breath. His erection had shriveled to a flaccid nub.

She groaned loudly and squirted onto his face.

"Open your mouth! Get it! Get it all!" She yelled.

Luckily it was not as acrid as her urine, and he let his mouth fill with her squirt. She smiled down at him when he swallowed it. His chin and cheeks were wet.

"It's lucky for you that I'm tired, or I would make you eat my tight little ass."

She got off the bed and went into the bathroom. He heard the shower water running, and after a few minutes, she came out with a towel around her wet hair. She disappeared into his living room and returned fully dressed.

"Your apartment stinks, your bedroom stinks and you stink. If you tell anybody about this, I'll have you arrested for rape and assault. Have a pleasant evening."

She turned and walked out of the bedroom and B. H. yelled behind her.

"Wait! Hey! Don't leave me here; let me loose!"

But she didn't. She used his cell phone to call 911. and told them there was a man at that address in trouble. She hung up, shut the door behind her, and went home.