Ann: A Love Story Ch. 80

"UN-UNNNN," she moaned from behind the gag, her head shaking violently back and forth.

"Oh...I think so," I said with a wicked grin. "After all, they say turnabout is fair play. Or...payback's a bitch, whichever cliché you want to use."

I opened the tube, not bothering to find a rubber glove like Ann had used. I simply squeezed a glob onto my middle finger and leaned over Ann's chest. I started with her nipples, covering each of them with a shiny coating of the cream. Then I started to go to her pussy, but I had a wicked idea. So wicked that I actually let out a nasty little laugh, making Ann shiver. I went back to the toy chest and picked up one more item; one all too familiar to Ann.

Crawling between Ann's legs, I put some more cream on my finger, applying it generously on the outside of her labia all around her suddenly wet cunt. Then, I put some directly to her engorged clit, which made her scream...not from pain, but from knowing what the stuff was going to do to her. Whatever the cream was made of, it had a profound effect on wherever you put it. It turned very warm and it made your skin tingle, a lot. Ann knew that because she'd put it on my cock and she felt what it could do just from the transfer when she fucked me. Now, she was having it applied directly on her clit, which would only make the sensations more intense.

But I didn't stop there. I had grabbed Ann's old friend Antonio from the trunk...well, one of the many identical dildos she had and I picked it up off the mattress, coating it thoroughly. Placing it against Ann's cunt, I moved the head up and down, splitting her pussy lips. Then, I eased the fat rubber cock into her hole, pushing it farther and farther inside her until I only had about an inch left. I fucked her back and forth, twisting my wrist to spin the shaft inside her before pulling it out a minute or so later. Once I'd finished with Ann's pussy, I lubed up the dildo again and did the same thing to her ass, reaming her for a little bit before pulling it out and leaving it between her legs.

I'd gone into the bathroom to wash my hands thoroughly. When I returned, Ann's eyes were watering a little and I wiped around them with my thumb as I leaned down to kiss her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes blinking. Wanting to make sure that she had a way to call me off since she couldn't talk to say our safe word, I said, "If we need to stop, grunt three times real loud and I'll know that's you saying 'Utah', okay?"

Ann was silent and she nodded again to let me know she understood me. With that, I picked up the blindfold I'd laid on the table between the beds and I put it on Ann.

"There...now, no cumming until I get back. I'll be back to check on you at lunchtime. I love you Annabelle."

Ann tried to talk through the rubber ball in her mouth and I could make out that she loved me too. It sounded so sexy to me it made my cock throb again in my pants. I knew I had to get going or risk missing work entirely. Picking up my keys, I headed off, smiling as I looked back at Ann one last time. It was going to be a good day, full of surprises for her. The next one was coming up in just a couple of hours.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was having my worst day at work since I'd started my new job. Actually, the work was going fine, but I was having a hard time concentrating on whatever I was doing. I couldn't get Ann off of my mind long enough to get anything accomplished. I was thinking about how I left her and about what I planned to do with her when I went back for lunch. Not to mention what I wanted to do with her once I got work at the end of the day. I was excited about it, having all kinds of ideas running though my brain and that was keeping me from getting anything done.

In fact, the only thing I actually felt I had accomplished all morning was calling Mary Ann at Henrietta's house to tell her that Ann wouldn't be making her daily dress fitting. Ann had been going there every day to see Mary Ann's mom, Camilla, who was making Ann's wedding dress. Camilla would show her what she'd done so far and make changes and alterations. I called Mary Ann so she could tell Camilla that Ann would be tied up all day. I just left out the part where she'd be fucked, and spanked, and eaten and playfully tortured by her fiancé.

Mary Ann told me it wouldn't be a problem. Camilla was apparently far enough along with the dress, she could skip one day. In fact, Mary Ann said the dress was very close to being done. She told me that just a final fitting needed to make sure everything was the way Ann wanted it, which could be done on Friday. That astounded me. But as good as that news was my mind was on something else as soon as I hung up the phone.

My thoughts were suddenly occupied with what Ann had been doing. More accurately, I was thinking of what was being done to her. I checked the clock on the wall for the tenth time in the past ten minutes, wondering why it seemed to be stuck. Of course it wasn't, but it certainly felt like it.

Groaning to myself, I went back to work on a spreadsheet I'd created on the new computer on my desk, still getting used to the updated version of software that came with it. The employees I'd hired were in the process of being trained, and my boss Jeff had me evaluating their progress. One of his tasks he'd given me was to start putting together balanced crews so that once we started live production we could hit the ground running. I was plotting out potential scenarios with different combinations of people, trying to come up with teams that made sense. There were a lot of numbers to crunch and it wasn't helping that I couldn't seem to concentrate for more than a minute or so.

The biggest distraction was not knowing whether my first little plan of the day had even taken place, let alone whether it had worked or not. The truth was I wasn't going be able to relax until I found out. Stewing in my chair, I fidgeted more than I worked; my anticipation building along with the tension I was feeling in my shoulders.

When my phone rang, I had been leaning back in my chair, staring at the latest changes to the spreadsheet on the monitor. I almost flipped over backwards from the startling sound. Maybe it was because the ringer was set louder than I remembered, or perhaps it was so because it was so quiet in the office. Either way, I was thankful there was no one else there at the time to see me scramble to stay upright.

I hit the button to lower the volume of the ring first before picking up the receiver. "Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said softly, feeling a little weird about answering the phone the same way I'd answered it at my old job.

"Hi Neil. It's Heather."

"Hi, Heather. How are you?"

"Exhilarated!" she said excitedly, the air escaping her lungs as she exhaled deeply with her answer. "Thank you so much for letting me a part of what you're doing with Ann today. God...that was such a turn on."

"So, how did it go?"

"Well obviously she freaked out at first. Then she freaked out big time when I finally touched her. But once I started, she didn't seem to care."

"Did she know it was you?" I asked.

"Not unless she speaks Spanish," Heather laughed.

"You speak Spanish?"

"Yeah...I took it in High School and all four years in college. I also speak French, but I thought a French maid was a little too stereotypical for what I was doing. Of course, a lot of the cleaning staff is Hispanic, so maybe that's a stereotype too. But it seemed to make more sense to speak Spanish because of that."

I laughed and said, "You know, maybe you should have spoken French. I never asked, but she might know a little Spanish. After all, she lived in California for ten years."

"She didn't seem to, but then again, she had her mouth full...in more ways than one," she chuckled.

"Tell me what happened, Heather," I said excitedly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Part of my plan was to tie Ann up and leave her that way while I was at work. But I realized almost immediately that presented a problem. Housekeeping would be coming by the room, as they did every day to clean. As one would expect, someone would come by to vacuum, dust, and clean the bathroom, not to mention swapping out the used towels and changing the sheets on the bed.

I could have easily sidestepped that little landmine by just hanging the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. I even thought about it when I first thought about the maid coming by to ruin my plan. I'd hung the sign before on weekends when I wanted to sleep in, so there was no harm using it in the middle of the week. But then I wondered what it would be like for Ann if she got caught naked and tied up by the maid. I got so hard just by the thought my cock would fall off.

Yet doing it for real was too risky. I didn't know all of the maids and there was no guarantee that one of them might turn not out to be a guy. What I needed was to find a way to make the fantasy and thrill of situation real for Ann, while making sure she was ultimately safe. That's where Heather came in.

When I called Heather at the front desk while Ann was showering, I asked if it was possible for her to be the maid for our room Thursday morning. It was a lot to ask, considering she was getting off of work at midnight and her shift started on Friday at four in the afternoon. Having to come back in to the hotel at around 9:00 AM was going to be difficult. But Heather was so excited she volunteered before I finished asking, not even knowing all the details yet.

Heather got back to the hotel about a quarter after nine and she went straight to housekeeping to talk to the department leader. She told me she used an excuse about having a special request from my company, Armada, and she needed to handle it personally. Apparently it wasn't unprecedented that someone outside the cleaning staff might clean a room, so she was able to get her own housekeeping cart without any hassle.

Since my room was at the end of the hall, it was the last on the floor to be cleaned. That worked to Heather's advantage as she got off the elevator. The two girls cleaning my floor had just started and she told them she would be handling my room. Heather said she knocked on the door and yelled housekeeping in English, but with a Hispanic accent. Then she slipped the passkey into the door and opened it, pushing the cart inside to hold the door open.

"I tried to make it seem like I was really a maid," Heather said as she started telling me what happened. "So I started with the bathroom, cleaning in there. And that was hard, because even though I was pretending I didn't know Ann was there, I knew she was. I figured she was probably freaking out and I really wanted to look at her. But I had to resist, because I wanted my reaction to be natural when I eventually saw her."

"So...how long was it before you saw her?" I asked.

"Oh, about ten minutes. I really cleaned, Neil. I didn't want to take any shortcuts, because I wanted it to feel real and I didn't want to leave any hints later that I wasn't a real maid. Ann could pick up on that. The funny thing was, after a little while, it started to feel real to me . I was singing in Spanish and talking to myself in Spanish, trying to make it more authentic. And the more I did that, the more I got into it, to the point that I wasn't just acting like a maid, I really felt like one."

"Now you know why Ann and I love role playing so much. You can kind of get lost in it."

"Absolutely. It was fun! Anyway, when I finally finished the bathroom, I moved to the bedroom and that's when I saw Ann."

"And?"

"Neil, that's one of the hottest things I've seen. I've never gotten into bondage before, but I may have to start after today. That was so...HOT!"

"How was she...was she okay?" I asked worried about what kind of shape Ann was after being tied up for a couple of hours.

"She was fine...although that cream you told me you were going to use on her to get even must something. I've never seen a wetter pussy, even in porn. And her nipples were huge!"

"Actually, they're pretty big most of the time. So, what did you do once you saw her?"

"I acted like I was shocked. Actually, I WAS shocked and I started rambling. I could see the look on her face, even with her eyes covered and that thing in her mouth. She was panicking...big time."

"So, what happened then?"

"I said I needed to go close the door, because I didn't want anyone walking in. But she didn't seem to understand anything I was saying. I think she thought when she heard the door shut that I left. When I came back and started running the vacuum cleaner around the room, she kind of freaked out again. I could see her arms and legs pulling at the ropes like she was trying to get up and run."

Heather said she finished vacuuming the entire room, and dusting. Then she changed the sheets and made the other bed, making sure she talked a lot. She also said she'd stop every once in a while to stare at Ann, getting close to her. Ann apparently could tell she was being leered at, because she'd react to the change, even smiling at one point.

"So...when you finally finished doing the maid part of the job, what did you end up doing with Ann?" I asked.

"Well, I had to have a reason to stay...so I got on the phone and pretended to make a phone call. I was speaking mostly Spanish, but I also tried to speak some broken English in my fake accent and I kept saying 'sick', like I was calling off sick. I even said, 'Si...sick...si,' like I was trying to convince them until they finally got it. After that, I hung up and I walked to the door and put the chain on, making sure it was loud enough that Ann would probably hear it."

"So...did you have an idea of what you were going to do with her?"

"Not really. I was kind of just going with the flow, seeing how she reacted. When I came back, I climbed onto the bed next to Ann and I leaned down close to her ear. I started talking sexy to her and then I licked her ear, which made her flinch. But not as much as when I put my hand on her stomach."

"So she freaked out again?"

"Just a little bit. I started rubbing her stomach really gently and whispering in her ear, she started whimpering. That's when I knew she was turned on."

Heather said she decided to get undressed, so that Ann would be more relaxed with whatever they did. And Heather said it seemed to work, especially when she rubbed her naked body against Ann's. At that point, Ann seemed more excited than tense.

"Did you make her cum?" I asked.

"Oh...we both came," Heather said sexily. "First, I moved down between her legs and I ate her. God, Neil, it was so fucking hot. I took my time, and because Ann couldn't move it really made it more erotic. I love the way she moans when she's about to cum, and I kind of stalled it a couple of times."

"You got her close?"

"Yeah...at least twice. When I finally let her cum it was magical. She tastes so different than Carol. A little sweeter"

"Every girl's different Heather...including you," I laughed.

"Huh...I guess I never thought of that. Every guy's a little different when they cum, why wouldn't women be the same?"

"I'll take you word on that," I laughed. "So...how did Ann make YOU cum?"

"Well, first, I moved my body so that my pussy was over one of her hands so she could finger me while I picked up the dildo that was between her legs and started fucking her with it. But that was too awkward. She was having trouble moving her fingers and was too far away, so neither of us was getting much out of what we were doing. I hesitated when it came to taking off the thing you had in her mouth, because I didn't want to ruin what you were doing with her. But I really needed to cum."

"So she ate you?"

"Yeah...in fact, she was amazing. I pulled the ball out of her mouth down toward her neck and I sat on her face while I fucked her with the dildo. She started licking me and sucking on my clit like she couldn't wait to return the favour. We almost came together. I came and then she came right after me."

"Wow, Heather, I don't know what to say."

"Me either. It's all so surreal. I still can't believe I did it. Hell, I can't believe you asked me to do it. I can't believe any of this. I've never done anything like what I've done the last couple of weeks. I'd never been with a woman before Carol and now I've been with a second one."

"I know what you mean. Ann kind of went through the same thing when we first started, and now...well...."

Heather sighed, almost sounding regretful. "Yeah, but it's not like she had much of a choice today. I made her do it."

"That's what Ann loves, Heather. She loves it when she's made to do things she wouldn't normally do. That's why we're doing what we're doing today. It's more intense and for whatever reason, Ann loves not being in control sometimes."

"Do you do this a lot?"

"No...actually, this is only the second time. But I think we both know it won't be the last."

"But you make it seem like you make her do things all the time."

"I guess I do to some degree, but obviously we don't go this far very often. I think you know by now that Ann's pretty good at coming up with some incredible things on her own for the two of us to do. This is just one way I can give back some thrills and she seems to really love it."

"I guess that's what makes you such a perfect couple," Heather said with a little laugh.

"Thanks, Heather. That's sweet of you to say. So, is Ann okay...how did you leave her?"

"I'd like to think I left her happy!"

"HA! I'm sure she is, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. I thanked her for eating me. Actually, when I got off of her face, I said, 'Gracias, Senorita,' and she was so sweet. She said, 'Thank you too, lover.' I've never had anyone call me that before, Neil. I mean, I know she was just caught up in the moment. But it was so nice of her to say that."

I smiled when I thought of Ann, lying tied to the bed, unable to see who was in the room with her and having to do whatever that person wanted her to do. But even in that most bizarre of circumstances, Ann still found a way to make a personal connection. Sure, Heather was right. Ann had called her 'lover' because of the intensity of the moment. But Ann was speaking to someone she didn't think would understand her, so she used a word that described how she felt at the moment.

I'd remembered a phone conversation I'd had with Ann, way back when she'd first asked me my middle name. She was using her new dildo, the one she'd gotten from Missy...the one she named Antonio after me because it was going to be my stand in for the next few months while we were apart. I'd told her my middle name was Antonio when she was fucking herself with that dildo and just telling her that pushed her over the edge and made her cum. Afterward she said that I'd inspired her. She loved the name and she said she could see us role playing as Anna and Antonio, having some 'Latin Lover' nights together.

I wouldn't be sure without asking, but I had a feeling that Ann thought the housekeeper that ended up in bed with her had to be Hispanic. She had to be picturing her in her mind and it wasn't a stretch to think of a hot Latin babe being the one in the room with her...not even for my imagination. Once Heather climbed onto the bed with Ann and began rubbing her naked body against her, she became Ann's...lover. It wasn't hard for me to understand Ann calling her that when their forbidden little tryst ended.

"That's just the way Ann is, Heather. She has this way of reaching out to people."

Heather laughed at my phrasing and said, "No...she wasn't. Her arms were tied down."

"True, but she still found a way to make you feel special, didn't she?"

"You know, you're right, she did."

"So, tell me...how did you leave her?"