Annie - Part 2

When I wake up at about 6 am, I know two things: this couch is not good for sleeping and my dick is painfully hard. I stand up and look at her snoring lightly on the bed. The room smells of her. My dick is comically poking out through the fly in my boxers. I walk over to the bed and look at her. She is on her back and looks like a survivor of a fast and furious fucking. The bra is wrapped around one arm. The panties are as I left them: twisted into a thin thong that disappears into her pussy. The dress is bunched around her waist and looks to be still wet from her juices. The only problem is there was no fucking ... at least not with my dick. She reveled on my tongue and had her ass attended by my fingers. But she passed out and the towel that I used to collect my cum is thrown in a frustrated heap in the corner.

I could fuck her now. She's not drunk and as soon as I touch her she won't be asleep. I think about it, while I slowly stroke my prick. Laying on her back as she is, her breasts are flattened some by gravity, but they're still firm and tight. The nipples, which I hadn't even bothered to look at in last night's fever, are pink and quiet now. As she breathes, they move slightly. My gaze drifts across her abdomen to the patch of tawny hair that covers her mound. This morning it is a tangled, matted jungle. Her pussy, where I had spent so much time with my mouth, is partially exposed as one leg is bent at the knee and over to the side.

God ! What a body. I wonder if she is naturally honey colored all over -- there are no tan lines. And it is a body that she knows how to enjoy. Stretching the laws of nature -- and my foreskin -- my prick gets even harder as I remember her promise: "Do me... You can have anything you want. Just do me." Well I did, all right. It wasn't for the promise though: if she had resisted, I might have tied her down and licked her to abstraction anyway. Her pussy was wonderful. It was alive. It calls to me now: "Fuck me now... I'll like it ... I promised you."

Hold it. Last night she was so different from her normal self. She certainly was drunk, and though I'm not a "gentleman," I also know that she would have promised anything to get off last night. If we had done it last night ... well, last night was last night. She may feel differently this morning -- and I want to deal with her sober, not in heat. Sigh.

I take a quiet shower and get dressed for the day. I put the cum soaked suit I wore into a plastic bag and leave it outside the door for the cleaner. Dropping the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob, I leave for breakfast and a walk. "Do me... You can have anything." The words haunt me. I walk past the XXXX theater where she grabbed my dick. Her smell comes back to me. At the office building, I head toward the meeting room.

Today is the day for lawyers. I spend the morning with them and don't know if or when she arrives. At 11.30, we break for lunch and I go to her office. She is there, beating on her keyboard. I knock and walk in. Her face freezes and she looks down at the desk. I walk to the desk. "Good morning Annie."

She hisses in an undertone, her voice as hard and flat as her mask-face. "She ... she doesn't come into the office. My name is Catherine, as you know. Annie is never in this place." She meets my confused stare. Her eyes are on fire. She looks away. The wall clock ticks loudly in the silence. With a calm, quiet business voice, she asks, "How did it go with the lawyers?"

My mind is turning inside out. Is she a multiple personality? Is she nuts? Am I nuts? "The lawyers... uh... fine. We'll be done by two." I walk around the side of the desk and stand in her line of sight. "But ... last night... I mean... uh..."

"Don't worry." The quiet, cold voice is back. "I remember everything, and I remember my promise. Anything." She looks at me, now with pleading in her eyes. "Just not here and not now. That has to be separate from this." She waves at the room. "I am Catherine here ... SHE is never here." She turns back to her PC, all business again. "Please excuse me. I've got too much to do. I won't even be able to break for lunch."

I wander out of the office and down the hall. Now what ? Until last night, she hadn't been available for lunch or dinner. It seems that she thought I wanted to have lunch with her. Hell. I wanted her for lunch. And what is this "I am Catherine" business? Yes, her name is Catherine-Anastasia. Last night Annie was an orgasmic dervish, rotating on my tongue. Today, Annie doesn't exist. But she did remember. My prick jumped to attention. What could "anything" mean to her? Anything-anything or just anything ? Did I want to push this ? How far could I push ? It seemed like she could separate what Annie did from what Catherine did. If I took her again - sober this time - what would it mean to the deal? I was sure that "anything" would NEVER be transferable to business ... and I didn't want it to.

Well, "never up, never in" isn't only a golf saying. My mind is in a fever as I walk down the sunny street. I look around and see only beautiful women. I have x-ray eyes today: I can see their breasts under the t-shirts and blouses. I know how hard their nipples get when I will suck them. I can tell the natural blonds from the bottle-blonds. I can see the pubic mounds quiver in anticipation as they feel my hard prick dance between their legs. I find that I am standing in front of the theater where she dragged me last night: "Box Lunch" is still playing. I turn and see the novelty shop next door and go in.

The books are not of interest. Nothing I could read would match what Annie was last night. What can I do to send Catherine to her cave and let Annie come out and what would I have to do to see the creature again? I look at the rubber cocks. No thanks. If she's interested in a cock, the first one I'm going to suggest is mine. I browse around some more... Pictures... Other toys... I make my purchase, avoiding the eyes of the unshaven clerk. It's heavy in my jacket pocket. On the way back to the office, I stop in a jewelry store and get a box.

I stop back in her office. She's not there and I leave a note: "OK for dinner at 6? RSVP, regrets only. I'm with the lawyers." I can hardly think. My prick is hard all afternoon thinking about "anything." Thankfully, my lawyer doesn't need me too much and my mind is with Annie. The nipples no longer quiet as they were when she slept --- now hard and excited. I can feel the power of her thighs clamped around my head as she came and came. "Do me ... Do me." I hear it. Plaintive. Quiet. Exhausted. Orgasmic... "Do me ... Do me." Oh yes, definately orgasmic. The taste of her is easy to recall: sweet, slick, fragrant, hot with her essence.

At 6, I am in the restaurant in my hotel. I write a note and put it in the box. She arrives. She has been home and changed clothes. The muted blue skirt ends just below the knee. She is wearing a very frilly white silk blouse, through which I can see the suggestion of a lacy undergarment. A long loop of pearls hangs between her breasts. She smiles when she sees me. She waves and walks quietly through the dining room. She sits down and begins. "I'm sorry about last night. I ... well, I passed out. I drank too much and champagne does that to me." She's talking fast and low, eyes averted. "I know what you did for me. I really needed that. You see, he didn't ... I mean, with him I didn't...well at least for a long time. And then he left and I ..."

"Wait." I interrupt. "You don't have to apologize. Or explain. It's OK." I am working hard to sound confident -- it's hard to fake confidence. "I just need to know where you want to take it from here. And you have to explain about Annie and Catherine."

"Oh. That's easy." She ignores the first part of my request. "When I was a teenager, everyone called me Catherine. I went to Catholic school. I hated it. Well when I was in college I met a boy and he called me Annie. He was my first. He was wonderful and warm and gentle and very excited. I was in love. Annie is who I really am, and Catherine has that job."

I pick up her hand and turn it over. Looking at her fingertips, I ask, "Who was that incredible creature I was with last night? I already know Catherine. I'm going to get to know Annie, but that creature... does she come out of a champagne bottle?"

"No, that's me too... I guess." She smiles quickly at me and lookes away. I can see the red flush into her face. "That's mostly why I'm here... I promised. Anything. Maybe the creature... but it was me, too."

"Annie, look at me. I can't hold you to that promise. I know the circumstances, and it wouldn't be fair." I'm trying to be sincere, but my heart is doing about 200. I want her. I want the "anything." But I can't ... won't ... take it. It has to be given.

"Well, sir," a brave smile, she meets my eyes. "I'm sober now. And fair is fair. I said it and I'll do it." I shook my head... not this way. "Please," a very, very small, quiet voice. I feel her whisper in my manhood. "Please. I want to... I want you to have this." Testosterone surges in my blood. My dick is so hard, I could cut diamonds with it. My mouth is dry.

I put her hand back down. I remove the box from my pocket. "Please open this and follow the instructions." She looks at the jewelry box, looks up and takes it. The box opens and she reads the note. She stands, takes the box and her purse and goes into the lobby. In five minutes she is back. She is taking small careful steps and sits down.

"I did it," she says. "Is that all?"

"That's all for now. Let's enjoy dinner. Let me see your purse." I open her bag. A pair of red lace panties with black bows is there. "Very pretty." I begin to take them out, on top of the table. She snatches her purse closed and looks around wildly -- no one could have seen. I open the jewelry box. The ben-wa balls are gone. "Well, are you ok?"

"They are distracting."

"Good. I want to distract Annie so the creature can come out and play." I smile and hold her hand, stroking a finger along her palm. I never thought this would happen. SHE DID IT ! I know that every little move she makes is sending rumbling waves radiating out from her pussy. Well, it's only fair. I thought about that pussy all day. She can think about it for a while too.

The dinner is fine and we have champagne -- one glass only. No passing out tonight, if you please. After dinner, there is quiet music and I come to her side and ask her to dance. She gives me a look, but agrees. She is walking very carefully. I pull her close and sway gently to the music. She leans her head on my shoulder. I can feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. She breathed exactly on that spot last night "do me.. do me" she had said.

"You're a bastard, you know that?" She's talking in a warm, husky voice. "I feel like they are going to fall out and roll across the floor. I have to keep clenched so the damn balls won't fall out. When I do that, they rub against each other and the walls of my vagina. It's like low intensity electricity ... continuously." As she talks, my prick swells against her. "Ahhh," she coos. "I see I have your attention."

I move my hand down to the small of her back and pull her even closer to me. My leg snakes between hers with each beat of the music. Her legs are pried apart a bit; it makes her a little nervous and unsure. When she clenches her thighs they grip my thigh. I remember the grip of those thighs... "I like this skirt," I tell her. "What are you wearing under it?"

"I had on the red panties ... which are now yours." I smile into her hair. My prick is hard now and rubbing against her with each step. It swells as I realize her words. I had told her to take them off ... it was her idea to give them to me. "And the body suit, which you can probably see through the blouse. It has snaps at the crotch, but I left them open, in keeping with the purpose of your instructions. " The first card had told her to go to the ladies room. The second, to remove her panties and pantyhose if necessary. She was to be exposed under the skirt. It also said that I would check. "And garter belt and stockings, of course."

"Of course? " I whisper.

"Well ... anything might have included a show, and I wanted to be able to show something interesting. Have you thought about what you want ... besides putting the focus of my attention on my sex all night."

"Yes." I am mesmerized. I have no idea what I will say next. It just comes out.

"Yes... I want to own the creature." She is suddenly quite still.

"What?" A sharp whisper. "I'm not planning on getting married. I hardly know you and..."

"No no no." I break in. "Not married. OWN as in possess. I'm not sure if I can ask that ... it's too much. I'm not sure if you can give it. Hell, I'm not sure that the creature wouldn't consume me if I get it. But I saw that creature last night. She was wonderful. I want all of you -- no matter how many of you there are."

The band clicks into an up-tempo latin number and she breaks away. "Oh no. Nothing that fast." We go back to the table. I guide her to sit next to me, ostensibly so we can watch the dancers. My hand is on her knee and slides up. The transition from silky stockings to golden thigh is a shock. The stocking is smooth, polished. The thigh is hot, moist and electric. My hand glides up to the junction of her legs. I can feel her pubic hair. She opens her knees wider and I slither down to feel the entrance to her vagina. She is wet.

I rub the labia against each other and again with my finger between them. Her knees move again. I reach in and nudge the stainless steel ball. It flips over the other one and I can see the calm leave her face. She's struggling now to keep under control here in the restaurant, the creature close to the surface. I bring my finger out, and I can feel her relax. I can almost hear her think "He's not going to make me cum here. Thank god."

Instead of bringing my hand out, I slide up and strum her clit, just a little. The color rushes to her face, and her hands clutch at the edge of the table. Her knuckles are white. She is close. But not close to a big one. Just one of the little ones -- she had a thousand last night. She can put this one away for now.

I take my hand out, kiss her ear and whisper. "I really want her to come out tonight. Have I gotten the creature's attention ?"

She nods and licks her lips. "Now please?" She means to say something else, I'm sure, but this whimpered out.

"No, no, dear creature," I breathe into her ear. "That was last night. Tonight you will serve and wait." Another whimper escapes her. "Let's go ." She nods.

I sign the bill and head for the elevators. I know what she is thinking. "Good. We'll go up to his room and we'll fuck." Not yet, dear creature. We head for the penthouse elevator. She's surprised and I remind her of the rotating bar with a view of the city. "Oh.. Right... It's romantic up there."

The elevator is a little crowded and I back against the far wall, bringing her to my side. My right hand scoops up the dress in back and begins fondling her ass. She wiggles a little, trying to be cute. The elevator begins to shoot up to the 53d floor. She wasn't thinking about that. The balls bounce in her pussy, and I can feel her clench hard. I wiggle my finger into the crack of her ass and toward her hole. She's seriously wiggling now, nothing cute about it. She glares at me.

The elevator stops and the crowd gets out. I keep her in and a new bunch gets in for the trip down. She's worried now about the sudden stop at the bottom. With each wiggle, I get my finger closer to her hole. Now at the hole. Now pushing it. Now in a little. Her grip on the handrail is rigid. The elevator plunges and she sways against me. It stops at the bottom and my finger in her ass wiggles, but nothing else happens. I can feel the balls -- not actually, of course -- but by watching the color in her face, I know when they are moving.

We get out and go to the elevator to my floor. Her first few steps are wobbly, but she recovers. On the elevator with us are two men with suitcases and a bellman with a trolley of luggage. We are pushed to the back. I scoop up her dress again. Again I can hear her thoughts. "OK. I know this. I can handle it."

I breathe into her ear, "I want the balls back .. right now." Her head snaps around. I mouth the word "ANYTHING." She leans forward against the luggage trolley, hoisting her ass up. My hand slips between her legs and ... plop..click ... the two balls are in my hand.

Two floors later, the bellman and one passenger get out. I slip the balls back into her hand. A tiny whisper into her ear: "OK, put them back in. Now." I give her my sweetest smile. She looks daggers at me. Her hand slides around behind her and she just about squats against the back wall. The man turns around and looks.

"Just a little too much to drink." I smile at him. She is down there a second and back up. She shows me her hand - empty. I can see the moisture, smell her excitement.

"Good creature," I purr into her ear. "Good obedient creature." I see the words form on her lips. "Now please." I smile and shake my head NO.

We're at the door and I turn to her. "OK, Annie. Once we're inside this door, you understand that I will find out how far anything will take us." She nods.

She's had her mind on the balls for several hours now. Her pussy has been working and sending signals to the rest of her body. She is wet. I reach under her dress and collect the moisture from her cunt on my hand. I brush my fingers, wet with her pussy juice, against her lips, and her tongue snakes out against my fingers. She can't smell anything else now. "When I want to talk directly to the creature, I will touch the inside of your arm like this." A little scratch on the pulse point of her wrist. "Otherwise the creature may not come out, may not speak. Do you understand?" A sharp nod.

I open the door. She comes in. I touch the wrist. "What does the creature want?"

"I want to cum. Now please ... make me cum. Let me cum."

"NO. Bad creature. You must learn to serve. You will not cum until I allow it. Now go away." I hold her by the hand. "Come on in, Annie. Sit here and tell me what you did at work today." A touch on the wrist. "Creature ... you will not allow Annie to know or feel what I am doing. This is for you only."

Annie sits. She is mute. Then she starts to tell me what she did after leaving my room this morning. I remove her shoes and sit on the facing chair, between her knees. She watches and keeps talking. I lift her left leg and put the knee over the arm of the chair, pushing her skirt high on her thigh.

I run my fingers up her left leg and her speech becomes halting. I can smell her sex now. I move her right knee up and over the arm of the chair and flip up her skirt to expose her pussy. She stops talking. I glance up and she looks at me with such want. My cock throbs. This is the moment that nature has given to me. The Woman Wants You.

I touch the wrist. "Creature ? What happened to Annie?"

"Now... PLEASE"

"No... Bad creature. ... Annie, what did you do after you got to the office." I begin to open the buttons on her blouse. As she is exposed, I brush lightly across her nipples. I can see them pushing against the satiny lace of her lingerie. I touch each with the back of my hands, never losing eye contact.

There is a sharp intake of her breath. With a crack in her voice, she says, "During the morning, I kept thinking of last night. What you did to me ... for me. I thought of the motorcycle studs in the movie taking that girl. I touched myself. I.. I couldn't work. Catherine had to send Annie away. That is Catherine's office, not mine." I remove the blouse, and slide my hands down to the garter belt, then up under the bodice to her breasts. She moans. I look down at her pussy. It is shining with moisture and pulsing. The lips are ruby and swollen. I lean forward and blow cool air over her pussy. She sucks in a breath and her thigh muscles tighten. A hoarse whisper, "Please. I need.... I can't keep them in."

I show fury "BAD CREATURE!" My face is inches from hers. I stand and deliver a hard slap directly on her cunt. She jumps and falls into the chair. "Did I tell you to move?" I put her legs back over the arms of the chair and slap her pussy again. Another jump and this time a small whimper and a tear rolls down from her eye. I lick it and kiss her eyes.

I make her stand and bend her over so she grabs her ankles. I sit in on the chair behind her and spread her cheeks. Her cunt lips are pouting out between her thighs and I dip a finger there. I poke inside her and move the balls around. I can feel her pussy begin to conract and spasm. "Not yet creature. I have not given you permission to cum." I pull out my finger and shove it rudely into her ass. She resists at first, but then I am in -- up to the knuckle. Through the thin wall of muscle I can feel the balls from inside her ass. I stand her up again and bend her over my knee. I make sure that the knee is pushing on her pubic mound just above the clit. I flip up the skirt and WHACK on the ass. I can see the red mark. WHACK again. She whimpers and falls to her knees. The balls fall out. "Quickly creature ! Clean them off and put them back in." She starts to get up. "NO... put them in your mouth." She sucks on the balls and reaches under her skirt to put the balls in. "Now leave your legs apart while you kneel."

She looks up at me. The green eyes are glowing. "May I touch ?" She gestures at my crotch. "PLEASE ?"

"Yes creature, you may touch. But also Annie must do her strip tease. When Annie reveals part of her body, you may touch that part of me."

She stands and I can see a smokey fire in the green eyes. She begins a slow grind. Suddenly, it is now no problem to control the balls in her pussy. She is jerking forward and back. She slips off the body suit and then my shirt. She is all over my chest and arms. She cleans me like a cat cleans her kittens. She licks my armpits and sucks my nipples. She is sitting on my knee, cleaning my face with her tongue. I can feel the wetness of her pussy on my leg. Her thigh is rubbing my crotch. As she leans across toward my ear, her hand falls to my dick and she rakes it with her fingernails through my moist pants.

I look at her nipples. They are hard now, with desire. They jut forward. "Touch me if you can." they call. I reach forward and give the right nipple a hard savage twist. She jumps but keeps grinding her crotch on my knee. I dip my head and tongue the other nipple. I suck. She is murmuring. "yes yes yes." She rocks her pelvis forward so her clit can rub against my thigh. Her thighs are trembling agsint mine. Too close. I suck her nipple in and out of my mouth. I bite hard. Hard again. Her body jerks to a stop. I back off and look in her eyes. We both look down at her tit. The marks of my teeth are visible around the nipple.

"Not yet creature. You must wait and serve." She stands and looks in my eyes. The fire is undiminshed. She licks her lips with slow determination, gaining time to plan.

She reaches down and bunches up her skirt. "First I show me. Then I touch you." Her breathing is ragged, the words coming out in panting bursts. Her eyes are shining and her gaze is locked on my crotch. She steps out of the skirt. Garter belt and stockings only now, high heels back on and the pearls dangle between her breasts. She reaches down and spreads her cunt lips. The slash of pink against her tan body draws my eyes. She pulls the skin back around her clit and her tiny hardness. Her clit pulses visibly and she licks her lips.

She drops to her knees and is fumbling at my pants. I stand. She rips the zipper open and pulls them down. My cock pokes forward inside my shorts. She growls in frustration and rips them down and off. She is furious at my shoes and throws them across the room. Kneeling in front of me, between my legs, she looks up and in one move bobs her head down over my prick.

GOD ! Her tongue is a wonder. She swirls it on the underside of the head. Her nose bumps my pubic bone and I realize the whole of her tongue is all over my prick. Her mouth is HOT. WET. The feeling is intense and I push against her face with my body. I'm reach to hold the back of her neck and I can feel the muscles in her shoulders relax into my control. Another step--she's given me another tiny bit of herself. Blood throbs into my cock and I crushing her face into my crotch. It's too much. I've been thinking about this too long. I erupt into her mouth and she sucks it down. She milks my dick and cleans it off with her cat's tongue. I begin to get soft.

She looks up and smiles. I groan and smile back. "WOW. " I start to get up.

"NO." She barks. "My turn." She pushes me back into the chair. She wraps her legs around my leg and begins polishing my shin with her pussy. "Again" she growls. Her lips clamp down on my weakening rod and she starts sucking. This creature is wonderful indeed. It sucks life back into my dick.

My eyes close as my mind knows only her mouth and my dick. A few magic licks of her tongue. Now she is licking and sucking my balls, I feel the wetness of her tongue at my ass, but it feels like she has never left my dick. I feel myself getting hard again in her mouth. She is not moving against my leg anymore, just concentrating on the mouth work on my prick. It is magnificant. She pulls the foreskin all the way back and really goes to work on the sensitive area around the head. She breaks contact. "Look at me," she commands with a gentle tug on my balls. My eyes open and look down. My cock jumps back into her mouth and she is looking at me ... triumphant.

"Uhhhnnn." She must be a lizard to have a tongue like that. Her head is not moving up and down. It's all taking place inside her mouth. She moves and uses her teeth on me. She pulls the foreskin up to cover the head of my prick and slides her tongue inside, between the foreskin and head. I can't think of anything else. My entire being is focused on my dick and the sensations that ripple out of her tongue, and through me. She takes me to the edge and back.

Too much... I grab her head with both hands and begin thrusting my pelvis at her. I grunt with each thrust. "Fuck ... your ... face ... fuck ... your ....unnnnggggh." She fights me for control at first, perhaps sensing that I want her to fight before yielding. She struggles back until my cockhead is just touching her lips. Then she relaxes and allows me to slam my shaft into her mouth and throat. I spasm and shoot my cum into her mouth. Again she clamps her lips around me and keeps licking my dick head while I'm cumming. I shoot, she licks. I shoot, she licks. I shoot, she licks. It's so fucking intense. ...I'm clean when she lets my softening dick fall from her lips. I collapse back into the chair.

I realize she is standing in front of me and I move to stand. "No" she growls and pushes me back into the chair. She walks into the bathroom. I wait, but there is no running water, no flush. She is back and captures my eyes. It is the look I saw last night. The creature stands before me.

She is still wearing only the heels, stockings, garter belt and the long string of pearls that are looped carelessly around one breast. A fantasy picture. I realize she probably had this picture in mind when she dressed for tonight. It works. As she approaches, I look at her breasts. They are firm and full; they bounce and jiggle a little as she walks. The left is bruised and swollen, my teeth marks visible. No small steps now, and I wonder if the balls are still there. As she approaches, I extend my hand toward her pussy. I grab her by the cunt hair and pull her toward me. She stumbles a bit and puts her hand on my shoulder to keep her balance. I thumb her clit and slide two fingers into her. She doesn't flinch, even when I move the balls around. She ripples her cunt muscles and my fingers are ejected from her vagina.

She still hasn't said a word. She kneels again between my knees and picks up my limp dick. She pulls the foreskin back as far as possible, so far back down the shaft it begins to hurt. She holds it with just thumb and forefinger circling the base of my dick. Her free hand is tickling at my asshole. She's looking at my dick, now, all around, like a bug under a microscope. Her finger slides into my ass and quickly, she plunges her mouth over the head of my dick. FIRE !... IT BURNS !! What the hell ??

I try to jerk away, but she has my dick firmly, my balls are in the palm of her left hand and she has a long wiggling finger up my ass. I'm not going anywhere. The fire on my dick is coming from inside her mouth. Whatever it is, it's working. Between the burning, the now cool and soothing touch of her tongue and the magic milking she can do when my whole dick is in her mouth, I am hard again.

She stops and stands up. She pulls my prick and I stand too. The green fire that comes from her eyes burns into my skull. She reaches down to her pussy. She pulls my hand up and drops the steel balls into it. She is holding my dick again ... a lazy, careless stroking. "Mouthwash?" I ask.

She smiles. Her words come from the magic mouth in a velvety voice. "Now .... please." It is not a question.

I push her back onto the bed. "Yes, creature. Now."

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