Ann: A Love Story Ch. 57

"Oh God yes, Neil. Pound my pussy. Pound my fucking pussy!" Ann said as she looked back at me from her unusual position. Her face was against the grass, sliding back and forth against it as I did what she practically demanded. And with each stroke, she let me know with her eyes that it was exactly what she wanted.

I hammered her like that for about ten minutes, each stroke strong and steady, moving her slightly forward with each one. I looked down at her tits, which were stretched down from the weight of the clamps on her nipples, to the point that the clamps themselves were in the grass. Ann's breasts were bouncing back and forth, dragging the silver adornments along with them. I reached underneath her and grabbed the rope on her neck, twisting it around towards her back. I started pulling at it lightly like it was some kind of reign, and I was riding her. She reacted to that wildly as she felt the rope become a little snugger at her neck, and she started humping back into me, grunting with each plunge of my prick into her pussy.

Just a few strokes later, Ann's back slumped, pressing her tits flush against the ground. She was arching it, from a reversed angle than what I was used to seeing, and as soon as that happened she started cumming. Ann let out a loud animalistic growl that would have scared off any wild animals that were drawn to our carnal coupling in the wilderness.

I slammed into her one last time and held myself still with my cock buried deep inside of her. I wasn't cumming, but I wanted her to cum with having both of her holes totally stuffed, and I wanted to feel her pussy spasm around my thick rod. I could feel her body shaking as she let loose a flood over my shaft. I could even feel a little of her cum dripping off my balls as it leaked past my cock.

When I felt like Ann had stopped, and she was breathing at least a little more normally, I pulled out and helped her to her feet. "Aren't you going to cum?" she asked, almost sounding disappointed.

"The night is still young, Annabelle. There's plenty of time for that...and I'm not nearly finished with you yet."

I reached for her nipples, and started to loosen the clamps to take them off. Being new at this particular area of sexual adventure, I didn't know how long I should keep them on her. I didn't want to do any permanent damage, so I figured I'd give Ann a little break and put them back on later when I felt the urge.

But Ann looked at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking these off for a while." Yet something in her voice had me stop for a second and look at her. She was biting her bottom lip, and I knew that she didn't want me to. Yet she wasn't going say anything more. I could tell she was already a little upset that what she'd asked might influence me.

And it did. But I really didn't care. I wasn't trying to be her 'Master' and punish her like I was trying to break her spirit. I was trying to give her what she wanted, and that meant reading her. So, instead of loosening the clamps, I tightened both of them a half a turn, making the claws pinch her nipples tighter. Ann almost swooned as the pain torn through her breasts, but she caught herself.

As I turned my back to lead her back to the cabin with her rope leash, my wet cock still out of my shorts, bobbing as I moved, I know I heard her say, "Thank you," very quietly under her breath. I was stunned, and yet, that seemed so typical of Ann, to surprise me at every turn. And the thought of that made me smile. We continued to discover things about ourselves, and share them with each other in the most unusual ways.

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"Do you have a photographic memory?" Ann said from where she was standing near the front door.

"No, why?"

"Because I'd be running into something, and you seem to know your way around the cabin, even in the dark. We haven't been here that long."

"Well, I did kind of memorize the place when I was getting ready for you while you were in the shower. But to be fair, there's not a lot of stuff in this room to run into. A couch really...everything else is against the walls.

"So where are you...the kitchen?"

I found the lighter on the counter where I'd left it, and I flicked the igniter, striking the flint to start the flame. "Yes," I said as I lit a candle. It was one of those little tea candles from the big box I'd found in the pantry, and took it over to a table near the fireplace. Walking back, I lit a second one, and took it to another table on the other side.

It was amazing how just two candles lit up the room...and it gave the cabin a really interesting ambiance, especially considering what Ann and I were going to be doing with the rest of our evening.

Ann surprised me when she asked, "W...what are the candles for," very nervously.

"Uh...they provide light," I responded. "What do you think they're for?"

She shook her head wildly and said, "Never mind. Just a little nervous, that's all."

And she was, but it still seemed like an odd question. I put it out of my mind, and I walked over to Ann and grabbed her makeshift leash, pulling her along behind me. "Come with me, Annabelle."

She started walking with me. Actually, it was more like a little waddle, and she said, "Damn it's hard to walk with this thing in my ass."

"Well, I'm not taking it out...so get used to it," I said as I took her around the couch and had her stand with her back to it.

"Oh...fuck!" she said under her breath.

I grinned as I gave Ann a gentle push, making her fall backwards and land on the cushions with a big soft plop. She let out a little giggle as I pulled her pussy toward the very edge of the couch by grabbing her legs and yanking on them. Taking a rope that I had laying on the floor under the couch, I tied it to her left leg in the same tight fashion that I'd tied her wrists, using lots of rope, winding around and around her ankle tightly before tying it off. Then, I took the other end and secured it to the leg of the couch, pulling her foot wide and spreading her open. When I did the same thing to her other ankle with the second rope I'd hidden away, Ann was as exposed as she'd ever been for me.

With her legs wide open, she groaned as I leaned down to tease her, breathing hot air on her pussy as I opened my mouth and exhaled from just an inch away. Then I left her there with her cunt dripping while I went to build the fire. Ann watched me as I painstakingly worked on it, and in 15 minutes, there was a roaring blaze in the fireplace, warming up the room.

"Alright, Annabelle. You sit tight...I'm going to go clean up."

"What...you're leaving me here like this?" she said in a panic.

"Don't worry...I won't be long. Besides, I'm going to let you cum while I'm gone."

Ann looked down at how I had her tied up. Then she let out a little laugh as she rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, sure. I'll just take care of myself, then. No problem," she said sarcastically.

With the room lit up from the fire, I took one of the candles I had placed on a table and brought it over with me to the couch. Ann's eyes got wide, and she started acting nervous again as I sat it on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I pulled out another toy from under the couch where I'd hidden it, and I showed it to her.

It was a 6-inch vibrator, about an inch in diameter. Not huge, compared to her 'Antonio' dildo she'd become used to...in addition to my cock. But knowing what I had in store for her, I knew that length and girth weren't really a necessity. Pressing down on the cushion of the couch between her legs, I lined up the silver shaft and placed the tip against her open labia.

"No, Annabelle. You're not going to have to take care of yourself. I had this taken care of an hour ago," I said as I slipped it deep inside her wet slit. Turning it on high, Ann felt the fluttering action of the toy rip like electric waves through her body.

"OH MY GOD!" Ann screamed out as she sank down further into the cushions, forcing it even deeper into her pussy.

I let go of the cushion, letting it spring back into place. The contour of the overstuffed cushion wedged against the very base of the vibrating dildo, holding it firmly in place. "There. That should keep you occupied until I get back."

I picked up the candle, and stood up. Once again Ann got wide eyed, and I shook my head as I saw her watch me as I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a half dozen more of the little candles, and headed to the bedroom. I put them in there, and lit one of them, before heading to the bathroom to shower.

I was carrying in my toiletry bag, and when I went to put in on the little countertop next to the sink, I moved a little too quickly. My left hand was suddenly off balance, and I shifted it, making the wax from the candle I was holding spill out a little on my thumb. It was hot, and I put the candle on the counter as I let the wax harden before peeling it off sink.

"Man...that stings," I said as I sucked on the place that it landed while I turned on the water to the shower before stepping in.

As I was letting the hot spray wash over my body, I thought to what had just happened. In truth, the water was probably the same temperature of the wax that had landed on the inside of my thumb. But I was used to taking hot showers, and I expected it. But that made me think of Ann's reactions when I was walking around with the candle.

"THAT'S why she asked me what I was going to do with them?" I said with a laugh. And suddenly I remembered reading a story once in a Penthouse magazine. It was under some S&M heading, and there was a part in it where a guy poured hot wax from a candle onto his girlfriend, who was acting as his slave...kind of like Ann was doing for me. "She must be thinking that's what I was going to do."

And in truth, I got hard in the shower just thinking about it. The wax wasn't really hot enough to hurt her. I knew that, because I didn't even feel it anymore. It was more the IDEA of it...that hot stinging feeling, landing on your body...molding to it. And in places you'd never expect it. I had a little shiver run through my body, and I actually let out an evil little laugh. "You know...the way she was acting, I think she WANTS me to do it," I said to myself.

But that thought vanished when I turned off the shower and stepped out. Without the sound of the water, I could hear Ann in the other room. And it was magical. She was cumming. From what I could tell from the sounds she was making, along with her cute swearing...she was cumming hard. And from the strain in her voice, she'd been cumming for a long time.

I leisurely dried off, listening to Ann as the pleasure she was experiencing hit her like waves. There were peaks, and then she'd come crashing down as her orgasm subsided. But every time I thought she might be done, another wave would crest, and she'd start on another high pitched wail. I thought I was hard when I went into the bathroom. After all, I'd already fucked Ann, and then I got worked up from seeing her tied to the couch, and her reaction to me placing the vibrator inside her. But now my cock was so stiff it hurt. Ann's moaning was making my cock twitch, which in turn made precum start flowing from the head.

Yet as wet as my cock was, that was nothing compared to what Ann was going through, and how wet she was. As I walked around the couch to look at her, I almost dropped the candle I was carrying. Not that I needed it to see. The fire was taking care of providing the light, and what I saw was...astounding.

Ann was sweating profusely, beads of perspiration rolling down her bronze skin. A lot of that was from the heat of the fire, but she was also sweating from the orgasmic torture I'd put her through. Her eyes were half open, and they were kind of twitching in her head as she came yet again. She looked like she was in REM sleep, except I could just see her irises through the open slits of her eyelids.

Ann's legs were straining, the muscles rippling on the inside of her thighs as she pulled against the binds of her ankles. Looking at her feet, she had her toes pointing in line with her calves, directly toward the floor. It was a position I'd seen them in many times, one that almost always meant she was cumming...but I already knew that. Because between Ann's legs, I could see her pussy, which was red and puffy...and it was leaking cum from around her vibrator buried inside it.

The soft, light gray cushions of the couch had turned dark near Ann's body. Some of it around the outside of her legs towards her ass, and along her back, was caused by her sweating. But between Ann's legs, it was all because of her cumming. In fact, there was so much cum that it looked soaked, slick and shiny, compared to the other areas that just kind of stained the couch with wetness.

I put down the candle, and moved between Ann's legs. She felt me brush against her left knee as I moved into place. And that made her eyes snap open. She tried to speak, but had to lick her dry lips first. And then she screamed again, this time in sweet agony.

"OH FUCK NEIL! TURN IT OFF! PLEASE TURN IT OFF!"

Ann was pulling against the ropes on her ankles as she tried to sit up. But as she did, the edge of the vibrator shaft pressed harder against her over sensitized clit, and she let out another little scream, before slumping back against the cushions. As she sat there, panting as she looked at me with desperation in her eyes, I watched my lover in awe.

As much as I tried to put it out of my mind, I couldn't help it. Ann looked so amazing, so sexually charged, that I had to capture that memory forever.

"I'll be right back, babe," I said as I moved past her.

"GOD NOOOO!" she said, her voice shaky as she yelled out.

But I had to. I had to show Ann how she looked. I knew I wouldn't be taking a lot of pictures, but I realized that Ann would be upset if she never got to see herself as I did at that moment. As I ran out to the car, I rationalized that we may never do something like this again. It truth, I knew that wasn't true. The look on Ann's face told me that she would want to do what we were doing again someday. Not soon...likely not for a very long time...but someday.

Still, since I didn't 'know' for sure at the time...I likened not taking any pictures kind of along the lines of Ann's argument for taking me to San Francisco. To be in the vicinity, and not take advantage of it, would be like a crime. We were here, the stage was set, and Ann wasn't going anywhere...so why not?

I was back in a couple of minutes, and Ann looked even more beautiful when I returned. Her eyes had gone back to being half closed, her head tilted slightly to her left, showing a little of the grass smudges from me fucking her earlier with her face against the ground while we were outside. Her nipples were still being pinched severely by the clamps, making them red and distorted. And her pussy was dripping like a faucet around the pulsing vibrator rammed deep inside her.

I'd taken 10 quick photos, from different angles, focusing in on various parts of Ann. I had remembered Rose saying how artistic the pictures I'd taken of Ann at the beach had been. And taken at face value, the way Ann was tied up might be viewed as anything but artistic. So, after I took a couple of Ann in her entirety, I then took many that kind of broke down the scene, showing her beauty and grace.

A picture of her foot tied tight, her leg straining against her binds. A close up of her right nipple...in the harsh confines of the clamp. A picture of her half closed eyes, sweat beads appearing on her brow and upper lip. Another, of her right powerful right thigh as it flexed, her defined muscles bulging underneath her tanned skin. They were pictures that not only showed the fantasy that Ann was living out; they told the mood as well.

After taking a few more, Ann roused from her latest little orgasm and looked in the general direction of the sound the camera was making. And that was enough for me to put it away. Scrambling back between her legs, I looked up at her.

Ann was begging for mercy with her eyes, but she wasn't going to plead out loud again. If I had wanted to keep going with the continuous torture on her cunt, she wasn't going to say anything to stop me. Not that she could stop me anyway. But I still had a lot more I wanted to do with her. Reaching between her legs, I pressed down on the cushion she was sitting on, slick and matted with her cum. I switched off the vibrator, and Ann let out a little sigh of relief.

Taking the very end of the dildo, I slowly pulled out the silver shaft, and with it came a little dribble of fluid. It was cum. Ann's cum, trapped inside her by the vibrator. It was like I'd removed the plug from the bottom of a little bucket, and the contents leaked out all over...in the case, leaking over the light gray couch.

Looking up at Ann, she had closed her eyes, and she was licking her lips again, which looked parched. Based on how much she'd been sweating, and how much she had obviously cum, I went to the kitchen and got Ann a large glass of water.

Bringing it to her, I whispered, "Drink this, Annabelle. I don't want you getting dehydrated. You need to replace some fluids."

Ann blinked a couple of times, and smiled softly. Her voice was shaky when she said, "I'm going to need more water than that after what you just put me through, baby."

I laughed as I held the glass to her lips. She drank that glass, and half of another one, before she said she'd had enough.

"Do you need something to eat? You need to keep your strength up for me too."

"No...I'm good," she said as she shook her head.

"Well, suit yourself. I'm famished," I said as I leaned forward at licked the very edge of her swollen pussy lips.

"Oh...FUCK!" she screamed, realizing what was about to happen. I let out an evil little laugh, and dove in...tasting the wettest pussy I'd ever had my tongue inside.

It didn't take long at all. I had intended to draw it out, and take my time. But Ann was so worked up, that pretty much anything that I did near her pussy was making her spasm. So, I spent just a few minutes teasing her, and then I decided to give her one last orgasm on the couch before we moved to the bedroom.

Her clit was sitting there, looking like a big ripe grape. It was plump...and reddish purple. I could see it throbbing, and I flicked it with my tongue. That sent Ann into orbit. She sucked in her breath, holding it...making her chest stick out. Her upper back was all that was against the back of the couch, and she was waiting for the inevitable. At that point, I was thinking of backing away and prolonging her release, but as I moved, my hard cock rubbed against the edge of the couch, and it dawned on me that I was also prolonging my own release.

Latching onto Ann's protruding bud, I sucked on it hard. Much like she'd done to me earlier when she accidentally grazed my shaft while sucking me, I lightly scraped my teeth on her clit...only I did it deliberately. When I did, Ann let out a little yelp, and I could hear a sound escaping her chest through her open mouth. It was a rapid exhale, and along with it came a sort of plea.

"Please...Neil," she hissed as the air escaped her lungs.

Then her legs started shaking, and she flung her head back as she came once more. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy, and let her cover it with her sweet excretions. It tasted like honey to my tongue, and I let out a soft sigh of my own, before swallowing over and over.

I loved how Ann tasted. It was indescribable, and it filled me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. My heart was pounding as she slumped back into the soft cushions of the sofa. I pulled back, my face covered with her cum, and I had to resist the urge to wipe it dry. I loved that it was dripping off my chin as she looked down at me. She was exhausted...and yet the expression on her face told me that she was trying to gather herself. She knew I had more in store for her, and she wanted it.