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"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 01

By: Anna_Exposed



Anna thought she might slowly be going crazy.

She was thirty-four, voluntarily childless and had been married for five years. Her husband, Elliott, had a great job. Since her income was negligible by comparison to his, he had pestered her to give up her own job as a senior stylist in a hair and beauty salon - which was all well and good, but as he worked away a lot and most of her friends either worked or were tied up tending to small children she found herself often alone. Worse, his regular absences meant she was seriously sex-starved.

So much free time and disposable income meant Anna looked good. She spent hours at the gym and pool so her naturally curvy five foot eight body was taut and toned. She was also a regular visitor to the salon she'd worked at and her long, blonde hair was always beautifully styled and coloured; her green eyes framed with thick, enhanced lashes; her entire body waxed hairless; and her skin glowing with a natural-looking all-over tan.

Anna opened the calendar on her iPad and flicked back through the weeks. She hadn't had sex, she calculated, for thirteen days! No wonder she was so bloody horny. She honestly felt that if she didn't get some cock soon she'd be reduced to seducing strangers in the supermarket. She rummaged in an under-bed storage box for her mains-powered magic wand and lay back on her under-used mattress, her long legs spread. Even turning the dial up to maximum and replaying her favourite fantasies in her head, though, couldn't get her off today. She needed some interaction.

OK, she thought. Here goes.

With trembling fingers she logged into a sex chat forum she'd been browsing for the last few weeks and began a new thread.

New topic - Ask Anna Anything

Bored&Horny: Hi, guys. This is Anna de-lurking. I'm a 34 yo housewife looking for some online fun. Who wants to play?

ChocolateyGoodness: Hi Anna. Sounds interesting. Where are you and what do you look like?

Bored&Horny: I'm in the UK. 5' 8", slim, blonde hair, green eyes.

Essex_guy_72: Bra size?

Bored&Horny: 34DD

ChocolateyGoodness: Mmmmm, nice. Show us?

Anna hesitated. Could she really post photographs of herself on this site? She was unashamed of her body and didn't have a problem showing it off, but pictures could travel so far in cyberspace. What if someone she knew saw it?

She considered for a moment. Her pussy was moistening at the thought of a picture of her tits circulating on the 'net, of unknown men looking at her, lusting after her, perhaps wanking over her.

She decided to compromise. She thought carefully about framing and what might identify her, and removed the necklace she wore every day, replacing it with a pendant that dangled temptingly in her cleavage. Then she pulled her top over her head and looked in the mirror at her breasts, swelling beneath her pretty violet bra. She brushed her dishevelled hair so it cascaded over her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she stood in front of a plain, white-painted door and snapped a picture of herself from the hollow of her throat to her waist. Before she could change her mind, she uploaded the photo.

Her iPad pinged several times in quick succession. The forum users clearly liked what they saw.

Dirtyoldman: Beautiful. Proves you don't need to be naked to be sexy.

Redd67: Lovely. I'd like to suck on those.

BadNeighbor#16: mmmmmmmmm

Pheromonal: Can I cum over them?

ChocolateyGoodness and Pheremonal had sent her friend requests, which she accepted. Her pussy was very wet now and her fingers crept between her slippery labia. Several more posts said, simply, "Nice tits." Anna laughed. How was she supposed to respond to that?

She had slipped her middle finger into her sopping tunnel by the time ChocolateyGoodness responded. "Thank you, Anna. So pretty. How about setting them loose?"

This time she didn't really think. She unclipped the bra so her breasts bounced free, then discarded her wedding ring. Propping her phone on the lip of the drugs cupboard and setting the timer to ten seconds to allow enough time to make sure she was posed to her satisfaction, she cupped her tits in her hands and spread her fingers out to cover her swollen pink nipples. The camera flashed and before she could change her mind she uploaded the second picture.

Redd67: Cheating, Anna! I want to see your nipples. Are you turned on? Are they erect?

ChocolateyGoodness: Hear, hear. Come on, Anna. No hands this time.

She was trembling now. Once again she returned to the bathroom, stood up straight, her elbows bent and fingers laced behind her head so her breasts jutted out from her chest, and took another photo. She uploaded it and before any responses could appear quickly logged out and grabbed the magic wand again. This time she had no problem in achieving a shuddering orgasm.

She had been so engrossed that she hadn't noticed that her retired neighbour across the road was standing in his front garden, watering can in hand and was watching her as she walked topless across her bedroom to retrieve her discarded bra and top. Embarrassed, she ducked below the window sill. She disliked lace curtains but he was always hanging about out there and it wasn't the first time she'd been caught out. She decided perhaps they were an essential investment. Dressing hastily, she clattered downstairs to make a sandwich.

. . .

Next morning, when she would normally have been heading out to a pilates class, Anna logged in to the forum again.

Her eyes widened when she saw how many views her thread had attracted. Numerous new posters congratulated her on the beauty of her naked breasts, and she had 24 new friend requests. Her friends from yesterday had commented too.

ChocolateyGoodness: I second Redd. Those nipples are crying out to be sucked on. Your chest looks a little flushed, Anna. This is exciting you, isn't it?

Pheremonal had posted a photo of his own: in the foreground, an erect cock; in the background a laptop displaying the photograph of her naked breasts. The laptop's screen was spattered with cum. Anna gasped and felt a stab of lust in her groin.

Her iPad pinged to herald a new private message. It was from Pheremonal.

Pheremonal: I hope you like my tribute pic. Your tits are awesome. I couldn't help shooting a load all over them.

She typed a reply with shaking fingers.

Bored&Horny: I'm glad you like them. I LOVE your tribute. I wish I could scoop it up with my fingers and taste it.

Pheremonal: And now I'm hard all over again.

On the thread she wrote: "Yes, it turned me on taking and posting the pics. I'm flattered you all liked them."

Redd67: Did you touch yourself?

Bored&Horny: Yes.

Dirtyoldman: Show us.

Obediently, Anna wriggled out of her yoga pants and knickers and spread her thighs. She parted her outer labia with her fingers and snapped her photo. Her pink inner labia matched her painted fingernails she noticed, and giggled.

MrStiffy: What a pretty pussy, and pretty fingernails.

Redd67: Do you always use your fingers when you masturbate, or do you use toys too?

Bored&Horny: I use both. I like a bit of variety. My favourite toy right now is a pebble vibrator.

Pheremonal: I think we need a video. Cum for us, Anna.

Anna stripped off her top and sports bra and retrieved the vibrator from the box in her walk-in closet. She lay back on her pillows and thought about Pheremonal and how he must have looked wanking over her topless photo. She wondered what his name was, how old he was, where he lived. Then she imagined sucking the dick she'd seen in the photo into her hot, wet mouth, running her tongue along the underside, gagging on it. She moaned softly, her juices flowing thickly, and turned on the video function on her phone. Now she thought about all the posters in her thread watching her getting herself off and her excitement built. She writhed, deliberately increasing the volume of her moans to be heard over the buzz of the toy. The more she thought about what she was doing, what she was showing to this group of strangers, the closer she got to orgasm.

And then she climaxed, gasping, "Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!"

She lay, panting and drained, for several seconds before she realised she was still filming and reached for the phone.

"I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did," she purred, and pressed Stop. She uploaded the video and logged out, standing up.

She glanced out of the window and again the bloody neighbour was looking up at her window from his front garden. Irritably, she yanked the curtains across the window before pulling her clothes back on. She would still be able to make Body Pump, she thought, as she went downstairs. She opened the front door a little nervously, wondering whether her neighbour would say anything, but he had gone inside. She felt obscurely disappointed.

. . .

When she logged in again, she had ten new private messages.

She opened ChocolateyGoodness's first. "Fucking hell, that was hot," it said. "Will you do it again, just for me?"

Anna hit reply. "Send me a photo and I might not be able to resist ;)"

The photo when it arrived was definitely not a disappointment. He had exercised some caution too, and it showed him from the neck down, naked in a full length mirror. His body, too, was toned from the gym, his skin was a rich brown. She wanted to scrape her teeth over his jutting collarbone and lick him all over, from his biceps to his sculpted chest to the erect cock he held in his palm, strands of pre-cum connecting the head to his fingers.

Bored&Horny: Is that for me?

ChocolateyGoodness: That's what happened when I watched your video.

Anna's knickers were drenched. This time she selected the magic wand again from her toybox, stripping off her clothes. She knew she would cum quicker this time and propped his photo, displayed on her iPad, within view before starting to film. "This is just for you, babe," she said, into the camera. "I want to scoop up all that precum with my tongue before you fuck me." The tingle deep in her core began to radiate outwards until she was bucking and convulsing in orgasm and crying, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" She wished she knew his real name.

He was more than happy with the show, though. "Amazing," his next PM said. "So horny. I came so hard. Do you cam?"

"Cam?"

"Or Skype? We can masturbate for each other live on cam."

"I don't know about that," Anna typed, hesitantly.

"Think about it."

. . .

New PM from ChocolateyGoodness: Did you think about it, Anna? I've thought of nothing else. Skype with me.

Bored&Horny: It scares me.

ChocolateyGoodness: Why?

Bored&Horny: Too real.

ChocolateyGoodness: Watch this.

"This" was a video of him masturbating, saying her name, talking about how he'd like to fuck her up the arse. She almost came on the spot. It was still shot from the neck down, standing in front of that same full-length mirror. His fingers formed a tight circle, nearly as tight as her anus, and he thrust his cock in and out of it. The room was warm, Anna knew, but she was shivering.

Frightened by her overpowering lust, she closed the PM window and read the other posts on her thread.

CheatingSpouse: Anna, I'm an arse man. Can I see it?

Anna dug around in her underwear drawer and located a pair of fishnet hold-ups, which she pulled up over her smooth legs, then stepped into a pair of high red court shoes. She propped up her phone on her bookcase and turned her back on it, bending forward from the waist and putting her palms on her knees. She was going for Marilyn Monroe. She was delighted with the resulting snap and posted it.

CheatingSpouse: You angel. Beautiful bum. Will you spread your cheeks so I can see your little hole?

Blushing, she did as he asked.

CheatingSpouse: Mmmmmm. Delicious. Off for a leisurely wank now.

Anna giggled.

MrStiffy: OK, Anna. It's time for a full body shot, including your face.

Bored&Horny: No fucking way! Anyone might see this! Even my husband.

MrStiffy: "Ask Anna Anything", it says. You may be in contravention of the trades descriptions Act.

ChocolateyGoodness: Wear a mask or a blindfold over your eyes, Anna.

Now, that was an idea. Anna had attended a masked ball the previous year and it didn't take her long to track down the golden Venetian mask she had worn. She put it on and looked at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. She was confident she was unrecognisable, provided she covered the tattoo on her left hipbone. She put her hands low on her hips. Perfect.

She paused before posting the photo. This felt much riskier than anything she'd done before, but it was a massive turn on. The juices were bubbling between her legs. She hit "OK".

The response was overwhelming.

ChocolateyGoodness PMed again. "You are so fucking hot. Please Skype with me. Just as you are right now. Here's my number."

She was too turned on to refuse and in seconds she had him on her screen, quite naked but wearing sunglasses. She giggled.

"Good look, huh?" he said.

"You're gorgeous," she said, truthfully, nipples hardening as she gazed at his athletic body and hard, veiny dick.

"You too," he said.

He took his cock in his hand, stroking it and showed her the glistening pre-cum leaking from its head. "That's all for you, Anna. So much lubrication. There'll be no problem sliding it into your arsehole." He made that tiny circle with his fingers again and forced his dick through it.

"Is that as tight as your arsehole, Anna?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Touch yourself," he told her.

She began to use her fingers, sucking them first for lubrication, making him catch his breath.

"God, I wish you were here with me," she told him. "I wish it was your tongue on my clit right now instead of my fingers." She spread her outer labia with her index and little fingers and slid her middle finger very slowly into her wet pussy with a moan of satisfaction.

His fist was around his cock, slick and white with his pre-cum. "That's it, Anna. Finger fuck your little pussy."

Her eyes travelled over his body, imagining his hands on her breasts, his hips between her thighs and her fingers worked harder between her thighs. With her free hand she cupped her breast, kneading, pinching her nipple and rolling it between her fingers. "What's your name?" she asked urgently. "I need to know what to call you."

"Call me Raf," he said finally.

"Oh Raf, suck on my nipples," she said, writhing and bucking on the bed. "Fuck me Raf. Take me up the arse." And her words became less coherent as her orgasm approached.

He was about to cum too, jacking his dick hard. "I'm going to fuck you, Anna, hard in your little white arsehole, fuck you so hard. Get ready for it, babe: I'm going to cum so deep -" Simultaneously, they climaxed, Anna's back arching violently, he spraying cum over the mirror.

She gasped and panted. "Th- that was so good, Raf," she stammered.

"You were great, Anna," he agreed. "I'm working from home tomorrow and the wife's out all day. Want to do it again?"

"Yes," she said. "I do."

. . .

She was splayed on her bed again, naked but for hold ups and high heels, writhing with lust as Raf told her in graphic detail how he planned to violate her, when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck!" she spat. "It's the sodding postman. Fuck off!"

She would have ignored it, but Raf said, "Get it, Anna, we've got all day."

She swung her legs off the bed, annoyed with Raf as much as with the interruption, and reached for a bathrobe.

"No!" Raf said, sharply. "Go as you are."

"I - I can't!" she stammered.

"Like you couldn't Skype with me? Go on, Anna, give him - and us - a thrill. Take the iPad downstairs when you answer the door. I want to see this."

She began to argue, but he said, with a slight edge to his voice, "Do as I tell you, Anna," and she shivered in arousal. She wasn't sure whether it was the idea of showing her body to an acquaintance or of submitting to Raf's demands against her will that was turning her on most.

"And lose the mask," Raf continued. "He's seen your face before."

Anna untied the ribbon securing her mask, picked up the iPad and bounded down the stairs, worried - now she'd made her decision - that he would already have given up and got back in his van. When she threw open the door, his back was turned as he groped on the passenger seat of the van for a "While You Were Out" card. He turned back without looking up, his eyes on the electronic device in his hands, "Sign here, please, Mrs Jennings," he said, holding it out. She scribbled on the little screen and as he took it back he finally looked up.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Anna smiled into his eyes. "Thank you very much," she said. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come to the door; I was in the middle of something."

He was silent, gaping.

She took the parcel from his hand, deliberately brushing his fingers with her own. She turned away, then paused and looked back over her shoulder, smiling at him again. She could clearly see the bulge of his swelling dick between his legs. Emboldened, she winked and pursed her lips in an air-kiss, then nudged the door with one naked hip to push it closed.

When she got back upstairs she was trembling with lust and excitement, her juices coursing down her inner thighs.

"That was fantastic, Mrs Jennings," said Raf. She was so exhilarated by her blatant exhibitionism that she failed to notice his use of her name. Neither did it occur to her to replace the mask that had concealed her face. She collapsed onto her bed, her fingers already inside her sopping pussy, as Raf talked them both to orgasm.

. . .

Elliott returned home that evening, anxious to make up for lost time by fucking her as often as he could before he needed to leave again. Anna PMed Raf: "I won't be online for a couple of days. Hubby's home."

He replied, "Ask him to film as he fucks you and then post it in your thread. I dare you."

Anna stared at her screen in disbelief and unbidden arousal. In bed that night, she straddled Elliott and lowered herself onto his erection. He held her hips and, groaning, watched his slick, glistening cock enter her and then re-emerge as she rose on her knees.

"Does it turn you on watching us fuck?" Anna whispered.

"Oh God, yes," rasped Elliott.

"Then film it," Anna urged, thrusting her phone into his hand. "I'll send you the video and you can watch it back while you're away and masturbate."

He grinned at that.

"Only from the neck down," Anna said. "I don't want anyone seeing it by accident and being able to recognise me." She had quite forgotten about the lotus flower tattoo.

He filmed her as she rode him, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing, her juices running down his shaft. She closed her eyes and imagined Raf watching her fuck her husband. She kneaded her breasts, pinching her engorged nipples, rocked and gyrated. Beads of sweat rolled down between her tits as she worked energetically to bring them both off. Elliott's hands gripped her hips, forcing his cock deeper inside her pussy and she focused on the first twinges of her climax as the wave radiated out from her core. "Fuck!" she screamed. "I'm cumming, baby!"

She rode out an incredibly powerful orgasm, her head thrown back, gasping and moaning. At last, Elliott pushed her upwards off his cock and flipped her onto her back. "I want to cum over your tits," he growled. Kneeling up between her legs and holding his big penis in his fist, he spurted hot semen over her labia, belly, tits and throat. There was loads of the stuff: it just kept on coming, pooling in her belly button, running slimily down the slopes of her breasts onto the sheets below, and between her legs. He gave a long, guttural cry as she massaged his jizz into her skin with both hands.


"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 01



"Jesus, Anna," he finally said, between panting breaths. "That was amazing."

Gently, she removed her phone from his hand and switched off the video recorder.

. . .

As soon as she'd kissed him goodbye on the doorstep two days later, showered and made up but still naked under her bathrobe. she was straight on the forum, uploading the video. "Fucking my husband," she typed. She discarded her bathrobe and lay naked on the bed, waiting.

Minutes later, it went wild.

She scrolled rapidly through comments, looking for ChocolateyGoodness's name to no avail. She felt a little sick. Miserably, she searched for his member profile and then gave a huge, heaving sigh and dashed away the tears pricking her eyes. He wasn't online.

She checked her watch. It was a little early: his wife might not have left yet for work. In his absence she read a few of the many comments.

TitMan77: Lucky bastard.

BadNeighbor#16: Dirty girl. I'd love to cum over you.

Pheremonal: Lucky, selfish bastard. That's two holes going unused right there.

She giggled, then checked ChocolateyGoodness's status again. Now he was online. She waited, her pussy juicing, for him to comment - but still nothing. The feeling of nausea returned. Should she message him? He held all the power in this relationship: she was afraid to overstep the mark. She felt utterly exposed. It had been one thing to post naked, unidentifiable photos of herself: quite another to post this video. And now the man who'd urged her to do it was ignoring her.

She waited for another two minutes, feeling worse and worse. She began to cry in earnest, tears of humiliation running down her cheeks. She clicked on "Logout". And then he Skyped her. Tears instantly forgotten she eagerly snatched up her iPad.

"That was very good, Anna. I enjoyed the show. You look even hotter with a cock inside you. You'd've looked hotter still had it been mine."

"I thought you weren't going to contact me!" She had wanted to be nonchalant, but she found now she couldn't conceal her feelings and she felt another tear escape from her eye and run down her cheek.

"Anna!" he said. "Why would you think that? Do you have any idea how important you are to me at the moment? I've missed you."

She was still crying, but in relief now.

"Next time I'd like to see you take it up the arse."

She whispered, "But we've *never* done that."

"Your husband's never fucked your arse?"

"No-one has."

He was silent for a moment.

"When we've Skyped, you -"

"I know," Anna interrupted. "Don't make me say it -"

She was almost relieved this time when the doorbell rang. She pushed the curtain to one side and saw the Post Office van in the road outside. "I'm not expecting anything," she said half to herself.

"You know what to do," said Raf.

She ran lightly down the stairs and opened the door. The postman was ready this time, package in hand, bulge in trousers, lustful smile on his face.

"Another parcel for you, Mrs Jennings," he said, ogling. 

She smiled back and decided to give him a little show. She ran her hands up the sides of her naked body to her breasts and squeezing them together. Channelling Marilyn again, she pouted prettily, cocked her head and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

He laughed. "Very pretty, and quite a tease. Are you going to invite me in?"

She bit her lip and shook her head coyly.

"I suppose you are rather out of my league. Just get a thrill from showing me what I can't have, huh? Sign for it, please," he said.

After she took the package from him she turned her back, not shutting the door and, deliberately and theatrically, dropped the parcel. "Oops!" she squeaked, and bent over to give him a peak at her pussy and butt.

When she straightened and looked back over her shoulder, he was laughing and rubbing his crotch. She reached for the door - and stopped short in horror. Over his shoulder, she could see the house opposite, the one belonging to the keen retired gardener. The door was open and, framed in the doorway, stood her neighbour, round-eyed, staring straight at her. Horrified, Anna slammed the front door and bolted upstairs.

Raf laughed uproariously when she told him. "The old boy'll probably have a stroke," he said.

Anna glared and he stifled his laughter.

"Open the box, babe," he said.

Obediently, she unwrapped it. Inside was a gift-wrapped package. The tag said, "For Bored&Horny. With love from ChocolateyGoodness." She gaped.

"Last time the postman delivered I saw your address," he said. She knew this should have creeped her out, but instead her nipples hardened. She tore off the gift wrap and found inside an anal vibrator, batteries, lube and a pair of bright pink crotchless knickers.

"Come on, then," Raf urged. "Start the show."

Anna wriggled into the pretty knickers and gave him an Anthea Redfern twirl. He wolf-whistled. Looking out of the window, she gave a squeal and clapped her hands to her bare breasts.

"What's the matter?" Raf asked.

"The fucking neighbour is *still* looking!"

"That's a strong constitution he has there. Give him a proper show, Anna. Go right over to the window, blow him a kiss and then make the blowjob gesture."

"The what?"

"You know. Make a tube with your fingers and thumb and as you move your hand close to your face stick your tongue in your cheek - like you're pretending to suck his cock."

Anna began to giggle. She moved closer to the windows, looked directly into the peeping tom's eyes, squeezed her breasts together again and blew him a kiss. Then she made the obscene gesture, gave him a sultry look and a wink and, without waiting to see his reaction, flopped onto the bed.

"That's my girl,"Raf said. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. This gift is even more perfect than I thought. I want you to fuck yourself in the arse for me. Lube up the dildo."

Anna did as she was told and had soon forgotten the guy over the road as, in response to Raf's detailed instructions, she eased the vibrator into her virgin anus and switched it on. She shifted on the bed, moaning as she acclimatised to the sensations in her rectum.

"Rotate it," he told her, and she did as he said, howling in pleasure.

"Keep going," he said, stroking his rigid cock as he watched her moving his gift between her splayed legs.

"Well, Anna, you are becoming quite the exhibitionist slut. What a journey you are on. First you post unidentifiable photos of your breasts and cunt on the Internet for strangers to see. Next you post risky body shots, albeit masked. You Skype with another woman's husband and cum for him. Then you expose yourself to an acquaintance on your doorstep. After that you persuade your husband to film the two of you fucking and post the video on the internet. And finally, you let a neighbour whom you see every day have a good look at your beautiful, nude body, and you simulate a blowjob for him. Now you are fucking your own virgin ass with a toy sent to you by an online lover."

Anna's body spasmed and she screamed as she came.

She collapsed, panting, on the bed, wincing as she very slowly slid the dildo from her anus.

"I think, Anna, it's time to up the ante..."

... To be continued.



"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 03



It had become routine for Anna to open the door to the postman wearing only stockings and shoes. Today there was a cold wind and her nipples looked like they could cut glass.

"It's not for you today."

Anna glanced down at the parcel her middle-aged postman was holding out to her. It was addressed to Mr L Hawkley. The postman inclined his head towards the house over the road: the one belonging to the peeping tom neighbour she had been teasing. "It's for him over the road at number 16 - the retired guy who's always pottering around his garden. He's always in - but not today. Would you take it in for me?" Anna hesitated. She felt very nervous at the prospect of Mr Hawkley knocking at her door.

The postman saw her hesitation. "Oh go on, Mrs Jennings. Nobody else in the street is in and I don't want to have to take it back to the depot. It might be a good idea to put some clothes on before you open the door to the old guy, though. You wouldn't want him keeling over." He chuckled.

"Go on, then," Anna agreed.

"Any chance of a blowjob today, as you're being so accommodating?" he asked, winking, and then turned away to return to his van.

"Go on, then," she said again.

He turned back, his mouth open and eyes wide in astonishment. She opened the door wider and beckoned.

Five minutes later, Anna was on her knees on her hardwood hallway floor, smiling up at the postman around his dick. He was emitting little groans of pleasure and filming with his phone as she serviced him. On the one hand he couldn't wait to show the guys in the depot this beautiful woman sucking his cock; on the other he was nervous that, if he did so, he might lose his round. Several of the guys had shared photos and video of the bored housewives on their rounds, but none of them looked like Anna Jennings. He was erring on the side of regarding discretion as the better part of valour - as well as offering a greater possibility of a repeat. Her mouth was like a little taste of heaven, he thought, and began to pump semen down her throat. Anna swallowed, swiped the back of her hand over her mouth and gently returned his softening cock to his uniform trousers. She rose to her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly on the lips, her tongue sliding between them to explore the inside of his mouth. His cock twitched again but he was on the clock and knew he couldn't stay around. He briefly lowered his head to suck on her hard pink nipples before thanking her for having him and regretfully pulling away.

. . .

Raf was in the office today and unavailable to chat - one of the chief reasons why Anna had chosen to invite the postman inside. She scrolled nostalgically through her "Ask Anna Anything" forum thread, making coy or cheeky replies to a few of the many comments on the photos from her recent gangbang and becoming so turned on as she reviewed the photos herself that she had to break off to masturbate to orgasm. 

She sent Raf a PM ready for him to pick up when he got home: "Just sucked the postman off in the hallway. So horny after our get together I just couldn't help myself. When will I see you again?"

She was about to log off when a new PM arrived.

BadNeighbor#16: Are you ready for me to collect my parcel now?

Anna re-read the message three times as her blood ran suddenly cold.

Bored&Horny: I'm sorry?

BadNeighbor#16: Don't play dumb with me, Anna. It's me at number 16. The one you've been exposing yourself to. I failed to answer the door to the postman and I know you took in my parcel. I must say I was unimpressed that your boyfriend saw fit not to include me in your little soirée - I had more right to be there than any of those guests, since it was me your husband asked to keep an eye on you when he isn't around. 

Anna felt a wave of nausea. As she stared queasily at the screen more text appeared. 

BadNeighbor#16: Haha. I thought you might not be aware of that, Anna. Elliott knows I'm always here and thought there might be times when you'd need someone to turn to in an emergency. Anyway, what matters is that I'm coming over right now.

Frantically, Anna scrolled back through the thread. Fucking hell, he'd been there since the very beginning but she hadn't noticed. The US spelling of 'neighbour' had thrown her completely off the track. This was a fucking catastrophe. He knew *everything* she'd done.

The doorbell rang and she flinched. Minutes passed as she sat, shaking, on the bed.The bell rang again, an impatient little tattoo.

Very slowly, she pulled on a ratty t shirt and joggers and crept down the stairs.

When she opened the door, he smiled at her, lasciviously. His teeth, she noticed, were discoloured and uneven and he smelled strongly of stale tobacco. She shoved the parcel into his chest and said, as firmly as she could, "I don't believe you. Now, stop fucking harassing me before I call the police." She went to close the door, but he had wedged his foot in the entrance way and it wouldn't close.

"Anna, really. The police? In your shoes I would be wondering whether all of the pornography I'd posted is strictly legal, and how I would feel it were shown to a jury in court."

She was pretty sure he was calling her bluff but she couldn't be entirely confident.

"Regardless," Hawkley continued, "I think you can say goodbye to your marriage, home and comfortable lifestyle when Elliott hears what you've done."

He held out his phone. The number at the top of the screen was Elliott's. The text said, "I'm going away again tomorrow till Sat. If you can just keep an eye out for Anna and let me know of any problems I'd really appreciate it. Cheers, Len, mate."

His smile grew wider as her eyes filled with tears.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," he said, in an appropriately wolfish tone.

Trembling with fear, Anna stepped away from the door and Len Hawkley followed her inside, kicking it closed behind him.

. . .

Upstairs, he pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her, heedless of the tears running down her face. She put her palms against his chest, seeking to push him away, but he caught her wrists in his hands and wrenched them behind her back.

"Normally I dislike cliche," he hissed, "but sometimes cliches are the perfect way to convey meaning. All I will say now is that the more unco-operative you are the harder you will make it on yourself. I am going to use your body in whichever ways please me, and you can give it to me - or I can take it by force. Imagine you are back in that hotel room and I am one of your guests. Utter compliance is all I ask."

He licked her cheek like an overenthusiastic Labrador, leaving a trail of his saliva where her tear tracks had been.

Anna - thinking of her life with Elliott and how close she had come to destroying it entirely - shrugged, defeated. "OK," she said, with a notable lack of enthusiasm, "Where do you want me?" and undressed in silence.

He pushed her back, spreadeagled on the bed and opened the wardrobe door. He quickly located Elliott's collection of work ties and pulled four off the hanger, using them to tie her wrists and ankles to the iron bedframe. Helpless, Anna had begun to cry again as he stripped off his clothes.

He straddled her limp body and began to suck and bite on her flat nipples until, against her will, they grew, darkened and stiffened. He stroked her cold cheek, picked up her iPad and logged her out of the forum before inputting his own details.

He stroked his rigid cock absent-mindedly and rested it on Anna's cheek to snap a photo of her pretty face with tragic, wet eyes. Then he opened a photo editing programme and added a black strip over her eyes. On Anna's thread, he posted the photo and typed: "You made a mistake not inviting me to your little party, ChocolateyGoodness. I could have followed your rules. Instead, I've had to invent my own." 

Then he PMed Raf too.

BadNeighbor#16: I banged your whore girlfriend today. Pics to follow. At first she was reluctant and had to be . . . persuaded. Thanks for telling her to encourage me.

Satisfied, he shuffled up her body and said, "OK, pretty little pig, suck me off, and make it good."

Anna, sobbing, tried her best to bring him off quickly. His cock tasted stale and musty and his balls were wrinkly and shrivelled. She closed her eyes tight, struggling to suck, sob and breathe at the same time. Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyelids as she slurped on the unwanted intruder. Hawkley was bent over her, his hands entwined in her blonde hair, thrusting into her throat and laughing when she gagged and spluttered. She knew he was getting close when his breath became ragged. Suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth, wrenched the knots around her wrists loose and pulled her upper body upright. He placed her palms on his fuzzy, rough-skinned buttocks and thrust even more brutally into her stretched mouth. Anna sucked and licked in a frenzy, desperate to finish this, and at last he snapped: "Hold it in your mouth!" and released a watery load of cum into her. 

She struggled with the instinct to spit it out and avoid choking. Hawkley grasped a handful of her hair again and wrenched her head back sharply so her mouth fell open. He pointed the camera right at her face and snapped. He admired his photo for a second before putting a hand under her chin and the other on the crown of her head, prompting her to close her mouth. Then he held her nose and ordered, "Swallow." Obediently, crying harder, Anna did as she was bid and slumped back on her pillows.

He looked at her thoughtfully, assessing the degree of her capitulation. Clearly deciding she was still not quite broken, he retied her wrists before editing his picture and posting it to the thread.

BadNeighbor#16: Is there any more beautiful sight than a pretty but reluctant slut half your age gagging on a mouthful of your cum? Whose spunk is filling your belly now, Anna?

Anna closed her eyes and prayed silently that that was the end of her ordeal - at the same time, uncomfortably aware that any higher being was unlikely to be on her side.

Hawkley, knowing the layout of her house, which was exactly the same as his, went downstairs and returned bearing a tray of tea and biscuits. Anna turned her face away. "Come on, sweetheart," coaxed Hawkley. "I'm not done with you yet: not by a long way. You need to keep up your strength."

He released the bonds around her wrists again and waited as she rubbed at the red welts left by the ties and the feeling gradually returned to her numb hands. He passed her a mug of tea and she sipped sulkily.

"In time," Hawkley said, reasonably, "you will realise it is easier to relax and enjoy yourself. In future, I might not have to restrain you at all."

She stared at him in horror (in future?) and spat, "Enjoy myself? Like that's ever going to happen!"

He looked pointedly at her breasts and she followed his gaze. Her nipples were still red and hugely engorged. Then he ran a hand over her taut belly and slipped a finger between her legs. He held it up to her face so she could see the juices coating it. "Your body seems to disagree, little pig."

She stopped arguing.

By the time she had finished her drink and reluctantly eaten three biscuits, Hawkley's cock was beginning to stir again. He saw her looking and laughed, abruptly jabbing her in the sternum with the heel of his hand to force her to lie down. He turned her onto her belly, her legs still tied so her body twisted uncomfortably, before re-tying her wrists and then releasing and re-securing her ankles. He propped pillows beneath her hips, caressing her smooth, firm buttocks, pulling them apart and running his tongue from her perineum to her coccyx, dipping into and circling her anus as she went.

Anna whimpered.

"Fortunately for your boyfriend," Hawkley said, conversationally, "I am not an arse man. I thought when I saw yours I might be tempted to take it, if only to ruin it for him, but pretty though it is it really doesn't interest me."

He climbed between her legs and held onto her elevated hips. Then, without warning, he rammed his cock balls-deep into her pussy. Anna shrieked and writhed. He held her still and gave a series of almost imperceptible little thrusts, pulling out by only a centimetre and grinding against her. He reached below her to cup her hanging breasts in his cold, liver-spotted hands. Then he eased his dick out of her passage until only his glans remained inside her, stilled as she panted beneath him, and slammed back into her again. This motion he repeated again and again. Anna was no longer squealing, but grinding back against him. He picked up his phone and began to film.

"You like that, don't you, little pig?" he crooned.

She made no reply, so he slapped her left buttock with a stinging crack. She yelped but continued to grind her hips against him.

"Well, little pig?"

Anna cried out, "I'm cumming!" Her body went rigid and she was unmoving for several seconds before collapsing onto the bed, gasping and panting, as he continued to piston into her. She thrashed and wriggled, her clit on fire, trying to get free but his weight held her down as he thrust four more times and then cried out in his own orgasm. He flopped heavily onto her, muffling her whimpers, and was quite still.

. . .

Eventually, Hawkly's flaccid cock slipped from Anna's slippery vagina and flopped wetly onto her thigh. He rolled away from her and began softly to stroke her sweat-matted hair. 

"You enjoyed that, little pig," he said, with satisfaction.

Anna was silent.

He untied her wrists and ankles and rolled her unresponsive body onto its back. Her chest, cheeks and belly were stippled with a scarlet, post-coital rash. Her makeup was streaking her face. Her hair was in rats' tails. She was a mess. He took some shots for personal masturbatory use before parting her legs and pushing her knees up towards the headboard. He focused the camera on her puffy red labia and then with some difficulty inserted a forefinger into her pussy. As he withdrew it, a large glob of spunk oozed from her. He laughed and snapped.

BadNeighbor#16: Her swollen pussy after I ploughed her.

. . .

While he had been pleased by her climax, Hawkley was paradoxically unsatisfied. He wanted to see her beg. Her response showed that in time she probably would beg him to fuck her, but that wasn't going to happen today. He would have to settle for her begging him to stop.

"Where do you keep your sex toys?" he demanded.

"In the walk-in closet," Anna mumbled sleepily.

Once again, Hawkley tethered her and strolled naked across the room. He located the box without difficulty and withdrew the bottle of lubricant Raf had sent her. By the time he returned to the bedroom he was already slathering it over his fingers, wrist and forearm to his elbow. Anna stared and he got what he had longed for. She began to beg. "No, no, you can't mean to . . . No, please, please don't . . ." She pulled at her restraints, bucking, sobbing and thrashing, but he excelled at knots and her bindings just grew tighter.

She lay back, catching her breath, scalding tears coursing down her face, and he poured more lubricant between her legs. "No," she sobbed. "Please, Mr Hawkley -"

He put his face close to hers and said softly, "Relax."

He moved between her legs again as she continued to wrench at her bonds and held her down with a heavy hand on her solar plexus. Gently, he slid an exploratory forefinger into her swollen pussy and poked around inside her, searching for her G spot. She gasped as he pumped the finger in and out of her. He leaned forward and kissed her contorted mouth. "Here we go little pig." A second finger joined the first and her natural juices flowed over his wrist. Then he introduced a third and a fourth. He wriggled them inside her, stretching out her tight vaginal walls and she began to cry in earnest, her words now an incoherent babble as she implored him not to destroy her cunt. This time, as he withdrew his hand he bunched his fingertips together, tucked in his thumb and began very slowly to force his hand into her.

Anna emitted a high-pitched, unearthly wail. He pulled his hand out angrily, with a good deal less care than he had inserted it. He slapped her wet face and shouted, "Do you want the neighbours to hear?"

He grabbed a fifth tie from Anna's husband's collection and forced it into her mouth.

Her wide eyes were swimming with tears. In exasperation, he reached for one more tie and blindfolded her. He stood back and admired the sight: his pretty, slutty neighbour tied, gagged, blindfold, terrified and completely at his mercy. He squirted more lubricant over his hand and arm and her unwelcoming cunt and resumed his rape of her.

Her hips bucked but she couldn't evade him and his hand gradually disappeared inside her. He was reminded of veterinary TV shows and giggled. He snapped a photo of Anna's body impaled on his fist and pushed further inside her until her pelvis could open up no more.

Sadistically, he began to spread his fingers inside her. Even around the fabric in her mouth he could discern her ear splitting scream as her vaginal walls pushed back against him and he persisted. He pulsed his fist inside for a further minute when she suddenly went silent and limp. She had lost consciousness.

It was no easy matter withdrawing his hand. Her pussy was in spasm, clenched tight on his wrist, and he thought he felt the tearing of tissue as he wrenched his fist out of her. He photographed her limp body and PMed this photo and the previous one to Raf: "Fisting the bitch."

He carefully soaped his arm, switched on the shower full blast and dragged Anna's inert body through to the bathroom, bundling her into the shower cubicle. She came to life again below the jet of water, spluttering and coughing. He lifted her out again, wrapped her in a towel and dumped her on her bed.

"See you tomorrow, little pig," he said as he dressed.



"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 02



Anna is used by six forum members in a hotel room.

ChocolateyGoodness: Great news for Anna's friends and fans. You've seen her beautiful body and watched her fuck. Have you fantasised that it was your cock and not her husband's plunging into her wet pussy? Now's your chance to have her for real. Anna and I have Skyped and I am delighted to reveal that this hot slut has agreed to take on six of us in a hotel next month. Would you like to take part in this exciting event? PM me your location, age and sexual preferences and I will select the combination of men I think will make for the best show. You need to be able to get to the Midlands on the afternoon/evening of the 23rd. The judge's decision is his alone and is final. If you don't like the terms, don't apply. By agreeing to take part you also agree that photos and video of you (masked so you cannot be identified) fucking Anna will be posted on this thread. Applications must be submitted by midnight (GMT) tomorrow.

Half an hour after posting, Raf PMed Anna: "Already received 243 applications, babe. It's going to take a while to trawl through these. Some guys are saying they will fly in from Germany and the Netherlands!"

During the week that followed, Anna received numerous PMs featuring body shots of men of all shapes, sizes and races, begging her to choose them. She forwarded them all to Raf who sent a template response saying further canvassing would result in instant disqualification. Anna barely glanced at them. All she could think about was finally meeting and fucking Raf in the flesh.

Elliott was home for several days while Raf was deliberating over applications. She persuaded him to cuff her hands behind her back, blindfold her and then film her sucking his cock and balls. After he came in her mouth she opened wide for the camera, displaying a mouth full of semen, before swallowing it all down and then opening her empty mouth again for inspection. This video found its way onto the forum before he had even gone away with the caption, "Whose spunk will be filling my belly next month?" The only sure answer, Anna thought as she typed, was Raf's.

ChocolateyGoodness: I have reached a decision. The winners, who will be joining Anna and me in a hotel room next month, are : Dirtyoldman, TItMan77, Pussylicker, Pheremonal and NorthCountryBoy. Congratulations, guys. Further instructions are on their way to your inbox.

The instructions consisted of directions to the hotel and access arrangements, time of arrival, reminders about use of photographic equipment and the final statement: "Pretty much anything goes, but ChocolateyGoodness is ringmaster. If he tells you to do something, you do it, and nobody fucks her arse before he has had it."

. . .

Anna checked in to the hotel suite at 1pm. She was more nervous and more excited than at any time in her life.

Today she would be used by six strangers who already knew her name and every inch of her body and had watched her submit to half a dozen orgasms. Other than Raf, she knew neither what they looked like nor anything about them. In the preceding days she had received from five of them lengthy, graphic messages describing how they planned to fuck her. The sixth, and the one who mattered, had Skyped with her once, fully clothed in a work suit while she, on his instructions, knelt naked on a hardwood floor, forbidden to touch herself. He had brought her to a drooling, shuddering orgasm simply by instructing her on what she should do on arrival.

"After you check into the hotel room you will go to the bathroom, pee and administer an anal douche. You will shower very thoroughly, use the antiperspirant, body lotion and perfume supplied and apply your own make up. Smoky eye, glossy red lip. Laid out on the bed you will find the clothes you are to put on: strapless half cup bra, crotchless knickers, lace top hold ups and shoes. Once these are on you will tie the black satin blindfold around your eyes, position yourself on the bed and wait for me. If you do not do exactly as I say I will not touch you."

. . .

Anna could imagine no worse fate and on the afternoon of the 23rd, terrified of making a mistake, followed his instructions to the letter. She arranged herself in a pretty sprawl on the bed and listened, trembling, for his arrival.

Around fifteen minutes later, highly attuned to the slightest sound, she almost jumped out of her skin as she heard the soft click of the hotel room door opening. Her pussy moistened instantly and her hands flew to her blindfold. "Don't touch it!" Raf's familiar voice snapped. She heard the soles of his shoes slapping the floor as he approached the bed. He leaned over her - she felt his breath against her face - and snapped metal cuffs around each wrist. Pulling and crying out softly, she discovered she had been handcuffed to the bedhead.

"Your body is even more beautiful in the flesh," he said in her ear.

The bed creaked slightly as he knelt between her legs. He lifted her upper body and reached behind her to unclip the strapless bra she wore. She could feel the fabric of his suit trousers brushing her thighs as he leaned over her and blew on her nipples. Her goose-bumped flesh rippled as a shudder ran through her, and her nipples puckered. He groaned very softly and licked her cheek with the flat of his tongue. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her, long and sensuous, his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring the soft flesh inside her mouth. She murmured and wriggled, wrapping her long legs around him.

"Guys!" he said, and hands prised her legs apart and he was gone.

Bewildered, she whipped her head from side to side but could see nothing through the dense black fabric. She whimpered, "Raf?" but he didn't reply.

Her legs were being held apart. A mouth was sucking on each of her hard nipples. She heard the snap of camera shutters and tried to visualise how she must look: naked and cuffed, different men holding each ankle, two more latched onto her breasts. She trembled in arousal and felt juices begin to ooze from her pussy as a tongue lightly touched her tingling clitoris. She cried out in ecstasy and a mouth closed on hers, stifling her cry. It was simply indescribable. The loss of vision heightened all her other senses and she came, bucking and thrashing, her ankles pulling against the hands holding them. The mouth on hers withdrew and the blindfold was pulled from her eyes. Raf, still fully clothed, stood over her while five other men manipulated her body with hands or tongues. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She was just thinking, not for the first time, how fucking gorgeous he was when he spoke, his words an echo of her thoughts.

"She is fucking gorgeous, isn't she? I know this is the first time you've seen her unmasked. Her face is even more beautiful than her body, right?"

There were murmurs of assent from the men surrounding her, as mouths released her nipples and clit and they all stared at her.

"Take as many photos and videos as you wish. You can keep them and show them to friends, but remember when sharing to the forum or forwarding on you must block out her eyes so she can't be easily identified. 

"Anna, let me introduce you. On your left breast, TitMan77. Holding your left ankle, Dirtyoldman. Pussylicker, naturally, made a beeline for your clitoris. Your right ankle is being ably supported by NorthCountryBoy and last but not least, Pheremonal has been sucking your right nipple."

Anna looked round at the men. She couldn't help giggling at the sight. Raf had supplied them all with Batman masks so - while leaving their eyes and mouths uncovered - their identities too would be obscured on camera without the need for additional picture editing. It was a necessary precaution since all but the youngest (NorthCountryBoy, who she knew was only nineteen) were married or cohabiting, but it made for a comical tableau: five naked superheroes with jutting erections. 

Once she'd got past her giggles, it was also intensely erotic not being able to see the faces of the men who would be fucking her while they could see hers. She could encounter them on the street at any time in the future and while they would recognise her she would have absolutely no idea that they had had her. 

From their skin and physiques she judged that there was a good range of ages. Raf was apparently the only other who, at 29, was younger than she herself. The oldest was the aptly-named Dirtyoldman, who must have been pushing 70. She wondered how many times they would each cum inside her or over her before morning and her abdomen churned in anticipation.

"OK, boys. Introductions complete. As you were."

"Thanks, CG," Dirtyoldman said. "Can you uncuff her now?"

. . .

The events of the evening unfolded in real time in photographic form on the "Ask Anna Anything" thread. 

ChocolateyGoodness: Are you all sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin.

Dirtyoldman: Well, here we all are in Coventry. This photo shows TitMan77 preparing Anna for penetration - you can see her nipple swelling under his tongue.

NorthCountryBoy: Anna spit-roasted. That's Pheremonal's cock in her pussy. Pussylicker is throat-fucking her.

Pussylicker: My semen running down her beautiful face.

ChocolateyGoodness: Anna cumming on Pheremonal's cock. She screamed so loud the occupant of the next room banged on the wall!

Pheremonal: Creampie. A close up for you. That's my cum seeping from her pretty pussy. Her knickers are soaked and need to come off. I think I'll keep them as a souvenir.

TitMan77: No break for Anna. Here she is riding Dirtyoldman like a bucking bronco.

TitMan77: . . . and swallowing his load.

Pheremonal: Anna has some recovery time on her back while NorthCountryBoy eats her pussy.

Dirtyoldman: Ah, look: she's cumming again. Nice work, young man.

ChocolateyGoodness: Another close up. Look how swollen her clit is now.

TitMan77: Payback time. Anna rides NorthCountryBoy. The muscles in her thighs are certainly getting a good workout.

Dirtyoldman: Turns out TitMan77 is a bit kinky! Here, he and Anna are in a 69 position. He has no objection to sucking NorthCountryBoy's spunk from her well-used pussy.

Pussylicker: Open wide, Anna. Her mouth is full of TitMan77's goo. I love watching her swallow it down almost as much as she loves doing it.

Pheromonal: And Pussylicker's cock was so hard after that little show he is now ramming it into our favourite slut from behind. Go easy on her, Pussylicker! The night is young!

TitMan77: Really no cause for concern, Pheremonal. Enjoy this audio clip, boys, in which Anna begs Pussylicker to "fuck me harder, make me cum."

Dirtyoldman: How could he not when she asked so sweetly. Her mouth is open in this one because she's screaming, "I'm cumming!" at the top of her lungs.

NorthCountryBoy: Need a comfort break? Take it now. CG's taken her into the shower to clean her up a bit. She's got a bit messy ;)

. . .

Raf removed Anna's shredded hold ups and she stood beneath the shower as he himself undressed. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, gargling with the warm water. Her boyfriend joined her, soaping up her breasts and pussy and kissing her now-clean mouth with lots of tongue.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"Good," she said, closing her eyes as his hands cupped her tits again. "But you know I want you to fuck me."

"I know," he said, pushing two soapy fingers into her sloppy pussy.

. . .

She lay on a towel on the bed, her eyes closed, her hair streaming. Her make up had washed away under the shower water. The dressing table was strewn with empty beer bottles, consumed by the parched Batmen.

The forum thread updated repeatedly, with comments on Anna's photos and masturbation photos from her fans. Raf hoped it wouldn't crash the forum before they were through.

The next post from Coventry would be a video file.

Pussylicker and TitMan77 shared one couch, Pheremonal and Dirtyoldman the other. NorthCountryBoy perched on the dressing table stool. Despite their exertions, all sported semis as they watched Raf and Anna on the bed.

She lay on her back, her eyes following his every move. He dried her gently before pulling the damp towel from beneath her body and tossing it to Dirtyoldman who hung it over the radiator. He kissed her on the mouth again before shifting her as far up the bed as she could go, spreading and bending her knees and lapping at her sensitised clit. She squirmed and bucked beneath his tongue and as her juices flowed he judged her ready.

He took her hand, pulling her to her feet and steered her to the foot of the bed, bending her forward over the leather footboard. He reached behind him to the dresser drawer and withdrew from it first a ski mask, which he pulled over his face, and then a large syringe. He signalled to NorthCountryBoy who began filming.

"Since you told me you have never had anal sex, Anna, I've barely been able to think of anything else. I've been so distracted at work and at home both my boss and my wife have commented on my absent-mindedness. I have to fuck your arse." He was running his hands all over her tight buttocks, making the hair on her back stand on end. She moaned softly.

He spat on his right middle finger and gently probed at her tight, pink anus, rotating his finger to open her up slightly. In his left hand he took the syringe from the dresser top and inserted the nozzle into her hole. She gasped as the cold lubricant flowed into her arsehole. Again, Raf spat into his palm and spread the saliva over his veiny, brown cock, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum.

"Try to relax, Anna. I'm going to take your pretty white arse."

He pushed her ankles apart with his foot. He wasn't a tall man and they were of a height. He didn't have to strain much to position the tip of his cock inside her puckered anus. He began to push. Anna moaned softly and he dug his fingertips into her hips. She was tight and tense. "Relax," repeated Raf. He pushed again and his glans was engulfed between her cheeks.

"Push back, babe," he said. "Try to push me out."

She did as she was told. He pushed into her and she pushed back until, with a pop, her sphincter gave and he was inside her. He continued to push until his balls were touching her soft white skin and then stood still for a second or two, whispering, "I'm inside you, Anna. I'm in your arsehole."

She looked at him over her shoulder then with glazed eyes, her lips parted, panting. She gave a tiny cry at the sight of the ski mask.

He rocked his hips, sliding his cock out of her until only the head remained inside, and then thrust back inside her again. "So hot and tight," he hissed. "How does it feel, Anna?"

"Amazing," she said. "Dirty, wrong, incredible." She ground her pelvis back against him.

He parted her cheeks for the camera, savouring the view of his dark cock sliding between her creamy-pale buttocks. 

"Filthy, white slut," he said under his breath, not intending her to hear.

"Yes," she repeated. "I'm your filthy white slut."

He began to fuck her then in earnest, pounding into her so hard that the bed shook and the men watching could feel the floor reverberate. She urged him on: "Fuck me, babe. Fuck me harder!" and he responded with brutally deep thrusts, grunting, pounding. At last she cried, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" and, unable to hold back in the face of her climax, he unloaded into her rectum and collapsed, panting, on top of her.

"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Pheremonal. "That might be the hottest porn I have ever seen." His thighs and belly were sticky with his own semen. NorthCountryBoy and Dirtyoldman had also cum into their hands and awkwardly hobbled to the bathroom.

With difficulty, Raf levered himself to his feet and helped Anna up. She staggered round to sit on the edge of the mattress.

"Uh-uh," said Pussylicker, who was sporting a huge erection. "You're far from done."

He pushed her aside and lay on the bed, pulling her astride him and lowering her wet, post-orgasmic pussy onto his pole. Anna began automatically to rise and fall, rhythmically.

TitMan77 licked his lips and looked to Raf, now sprawled on the stool NorthCountryBoy had vacated. "Now you've opened her arse, can I have a go?"

Raf gave him a thumbs up and he hastily climbed between Anna and Pussylicker's legs, feeding his own throbbing cock into her ravaged anus.

Pheremonal: Fuck, that was hot. What a lot of firsts for Anna tonight. Enjoy this: her first DP.

Raf had still only cum once and despite his exhaustion his cock was already regaining its rigidity. He watched TitMan77 grab a handful of Anna's still-damp hair and wrench back her head as he ploughed into her no-longer-virgin arsehole and could not hold back. He moved to her head and fed his hard-on into her mouth.

Pheremonal: Fucking hell. That's all her holes stuffed - and Anna does ATM. What a trooper.

Her pussy was raw now but the lubricant in her arsehole, supplemented by Raf's plentiful semen, was doing its job and TitMan77 found her slick and welcoming. Her cunt should have been stretched and loose after taking four cocks already, but the cock in her arsehole tightened it around Pussylicker's penis and he felt the spunk being sucked from his balls up his shaft and into her womb. She moaned as the soothing goo coated her sore passage and it pulsed, triggering TitMan77's orgasm. He climbed off her and was replaced by NorthCountryBoy, whose teenaged stamina impressed the others. Pussylicker's limp dick slithered from her but he lay sated beneath her as NorthCountryBoy thrust into her sloppy rectum. Despite his youth, NorthCountryBoy's recent orgasm had numbed his dick and her wet, stretched hole offered little friction. It took him a long time to achieve a further climax. He pounded into her hard and fast for long minutes. Meanwhile, Raf shot another load down her throat and pulled out of her mouth and her upper body collapsed onto the man below her as NorthCountryBoy's young cock continued to plunder her bowel. At last he bellowed in hard-earned satisfaction and his sperm, with nowhere left to go, overflowed around his shaft and dripped down her legs to soak the undersheet.

. . .

The party was over.

Raf had thanked his guests and shaken their hands as they departed but made no commitment to a repeat performance. He helped Anna to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her as she sat on the toilet, peed and allowed some of the bodily fluids and lubricant to drain from her holes. As she soaked in the steaming water he brought her a cup of tea.

She slept wrapped in his muscular arms. When they woke he asked if she was too sore for him to fuck her pussy. She shook her head and he took her in the missionary position. She gazed into his dark eyes, her pupils dilated with lust, her fingers in his black hair. He kissed her long and hard and when they both came his mouth was still locked on hers. When he called her his little white slut it was with a tenderness the words had lacked the previous night. They went down to breakfast hand in hand.

Check-out was at noon. They eked out their time together for as long as possible, unable to keep their hands off each other. Finally, he kissed her bruised lips one more time. "Skype tonight, babe. I'm going to miss you so much."

She grinned and slammed the boot of her car. "I miss you already."

Waving, Anna drove away.



"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 04



Anna woke, freezing cold, parched and aching inside and out, in the early hours of the morning. She gritted her teeth and rolled painfully off the still-damp towel beneath her, pushing it off the bed and wriggling beneath the quilt, groping for her iPad.

She tried three times to log into the forum before realising that Hawkley had changed her password. She badly wanted to talk to Raf but didn't dare Skype him without warning. Right now, she thought, he was probably sleeping peacefully next to his wife. It was too risky. (In this, Anna was wrong. His wife was sleeping but Raf was pacing his lounge, desperately worried about Anna and impotently wishing he could drive down to Kent and gut BadNeighbor#16 in his bed.) She sobbed broken-heartedly into her pillow for some minutes before sternly telling herself to pull herself together and crawling out of bed to pull on a bathrobe.

Very slowly, she hobbled downstairs. The light was blazing in the kitchen and the blind was open. She was standing at the sink drinking a large glass of water, her robe gaping open and displaying her naked breasts, when she realised that Hawkley was standing opposite in his own kitchen, watching her. He smiled, giving her a creepy finger-wave and blowing a kiss. Furious, she slammed her glass down on the draining board and lunged for her front door, ready despite the internal agony to charge across the street and claw at his smug face. But the front door was locked and her bunch of keys nowhere to be found. When she returned to the kitchen, she saw he was dangling it from his fingers, laughing sadistically at her despair.

Defeated, unable to bear watching the bastard gloat, she returned to bed.

She woke again at eight thirty, to the sound of footsteps on the stairs and jaunty whistling. Hawkley came into the bedroom bearing a breakfast tray of tea, orange juice, cereal and a silver bud vase containing a red rose. He sat on the edge of the bed and balanced the tray on her lap.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead," he said in a sing-song voice. "I have big plans for you today."

She sat up and raised her fists to swing at him but he was too quick, seizing her wrists and kissing them before forcing her back onto the pillows. He put the tray on the floor, climbed astride her and put his face very close to hers. "Try that again, sweetheart," he hissed, his voice thick with menace, "and I promise you will wish you'd never been born."

She remembered his fist opening and closing inside her and gave a small nod, tears streaming down her face. Satisfied, he dismounted and placed the tray back on her belly, dropping her keyring on top.

"I had my own set cut," he grinned. "Much more convenient than borrowing yours." He took her wrists again and pulled her upright. At the thought that he could enter her house - and enter her - at any time, a fat tear dropped off the end of her nose into the cereal bowl.

"Eat," he said. "Quick."

After she'd forced down a few mouthfuls, he dispatched her to the bathroom.

"Get washed and do your hair and make up," he instructed her. "I'll pick out some clothes for you. You and I are going out. Ah! Right on time! There's the postman."

Anna stood beneath the steaming water, remembering her good mood of the day before: how she'd swallowed the postman's load on her knees in the hallway after agreeing to take Hawkley's package in. Big fucking mistake, she thought ruefully. (Not the semen, though. That had been delicious.)

When she emerged, towelling her blonde hair, Hawkley was sitting on her bed examining the contents of an open parcel. He looked up. "Hair and make up, remember."

She began to blow dry her hair as he continued to fiddle. "It was for me," he explained, loudly to be heard over the roar of the drier. "He brought it here because I was out again. Imagine his surprise and disappointment when I opened the door to him! And imagine mine when he didn't ask me to suck his dick." He laughed merrily at his own wit.

Anna finished drying her hair and applied her make up carefully.

When she put down her brushes, Hawkley said, "Show me."

She looked at him. "Ah, beautiful! Anyone would want to fuck you. And pretty much anyone can. Now, come and lie on the bed."

She lay down, trembling, wondering what he planned to do to her. He parted her legs and she whimpered in terror as he picked up the lubricant he had used yesterday to prepare his arm for the fisting.

"No, no, Anna. I feel no impulse to punish you today. No pain, only pleasure." He was holding a small pink device in his hand, and covering it thoroughly with lubricant. "Look: my new toy. It's called a We-Vibe. This end fits inside your pussy, like so, the ribbed part stimulating your g-spot. And this end rests on your clitoris, like so. It will be held in place by your knickers." He pulled a pair of her knickers - sky-blue lace with criss-crossed ribbon at the back - over her thighs. "And I control it using this remote." He showed her the device he held in his hand.

"Let's see how it works, shall we?"

He switched on the remote and the vibrator came to life between her legs. The gentle buzz was pleasant, making her nerve endings tingle. Some of the tension left Anna's abused body as she focused on the stirring of arousal in her groin. She closed her eyes. Hawkley crossed the room to her closet and rummaged in her box of sex toys. "I can control it," he continued, his voice now sounding far away, "from 10 metres away using this device -" He turned up the vibrations and Anna moaned softly. "- or, the manual tells me, from anywhere in the world using something called a smartphone app. What about that?"

He returned to the room and Anna felt his weight settle back down on the edge of the bed. He increased the speed of the vibrations further and she gasped. He put the remote down on her nightstand and began to explore her body with his hands, running his fingers over her thighs and into her crotch, checking the vibe was still firmly in place, across her quivering belly, then up to her breasts. He tweaked and twisted her hardening nipples as she squirmed in response to the vibrations in her pussy and on her clit and then lowered his head to suck them. His tongue circled her left nipple and then flicked over the peak while he rolled the right between his fingers. He gave her left nipple one powerful suck before switching to the other. Once both were engorged and wet, she discovered what he had retrieved from her box of toys as he applied a set of tweezer clamps to the sensitive buds. He tightened them, watching her back arch, and increased the vibrations. Anna knew she was teetering on the brink of a climax but fought it, not wanting to cede control to him. His mouth twisted at her defiance and he reached out for the nipple clamps and tugged them hard. This was too much for Anna and she cried out as the wave broke within her, the ripples of orgasm spreading out from her breasts and clitoris to the very extremes of her body, her fingers and toes curling then splaying as she spasmed on the bed.

The vibrator was still buzzing like an angry hornet and when the rigidity in her arms subsided she reached to pull the thing from her, but Hawkley grabbed her wrist again.

"Oh no," he said. "It stops when I decide it stops." And he increase the intensity of the vibrations further.

"No!" gasped Anna. "I'm too sensitive. I can't - aaahhhhh -"

She broke off, her body bucking uncontrollably on the bed as if she were having a seizure. She wailed. Hawkley watched her in satisfaction as she writhed and squirmed her way through a second orgasm and a third. Only when she was sweating and her mascara began to smudge did he relent and turn the vibrations down to low.

He helped her to her feet and passed her a make up remover wipe to repair her eye make up. Then he handed her a pair of black seamed stockings and patent leather court shoes. Finally he buttoned her into a pencil dress and stood back to admire his creation. 

If he looked closely he could make out the outline of the nipple clamps attached to her braless breasts beneath the dress and if he listened closely he could hear the faint vibrations coming from between her legs, but he thought neither would be immediately obvious to a casual observer. She looked simultaneously demure and alluring. Just perfect for his purposes. He slipped the We-Vibe remote into his pocket.

The continuing stimulation to her g-spot and clitoris were playing havoc with Anna's concentration and her balance on the four inch heels he had chosen for her. Hawkley held her arm and assisted her down the stairs and out of the front door, locking it behind them with his set of keys. He deactivated the immobiliser on Anna's silver Mercedes and opened the driver's door for her. Gingerly, she folded herself into the seat as he took his seat next to her. 

"The big superstore off the bypass," he instructed her as she turned the key in the ignition.

He continued to experiment with the vibration speed and patterns as she drove. Other drivers, perplexed and impatient at her erratic driving, hooted and overtook her, making obscene gestures. Hawkley's eyes danced maliciously as he brought her repeatedly to the brink of orgasm and then backed off again. 

"Perhaps you should undo a few buttons on your dress," he suggested, innocently. "They might forgive you more readily if they knew what you are concealing under there." 

Anna glared.

When they arrived at the supermarket, he took her arm again, supporting her. To other shoppers it appeared for all the world as though the pretty younger woman were supporting the old gentleman. Several middle-aged ladies smiled at them and he nodded and said, "Mrs Jennings is very kindly helping me with my weekly shop. I'm so fortunate to have such a thoughtful neighbour."

There were far fewer men in the supermarket. He made her push a trolley up and down the quieter aisles, until he found two older men separately browsing power tools. He gestured to Anna to station her trolley between them as he too looked at the shelves. Gradually, his fingers on the remote in his pocket, he began to dial up the vibration. 

Anna stiffened as she felt the mild stimulation she had become accustomed to increase. She gave a small whimper and one of the men turned his head to look curiously at her. Hawkley increased the speed further and she leaned forward, panting, clutching the bar on the trolley. He continued to increase the power and her head snapped back, her back arching as she moaned. By now the second man too was staring at her. 

The first man said, "Are you alright, dear?"

Anna tried to answer but no words came out. Her chest heaved and her lips parted.

The second man turned to Hawkley, "What's the matter with her?"

"She's having an orgasm," he explained, casually.

The two men's head snapped back towards Anna, their mouths opening. 

"There is a vibrating device in her underwear," Hawkley continued. "I have the control. There is absolutely nothing she can do about it."

He increased the vibration again and Anna's moans increased in volume. It was clear to the men that she was now in the throes of a powerful climax as she leaned on the trolley gasping for breath. They watched avidly as a flush spread up her throat and she panted and lolled limply over the bar as the waves of orgasm subsided. Hawkley dialled down the remote, allowing her some recovery time.

"That one is over now, but I can easily bring her back to the brink." He began slowly to increase the vibration again and her chest resumed heaving, her breathing became ragged. He eased off again and it returned to normal.

She lifted her head and they saw her pupils were hugely dilated even in the harsh fluorescent light.

"Do you gentlemen have some time?"

. . .

The gents' toilet was deserted as they entered. Hawkley led Anna over to the row of washbasins and leaned her against them. The two strangers leaned against the cubicle doors, facing her. Hawkley unbuttoned her dress and pushed it from her shoulders. When he stepped away to reveal Anna's naked breasts and pretty figure the two old men both whistled in appreciation.

Her nipples were hugely engorged and when Hawkley removed the clamps she nearly came again on the spot. When he beckoned his new friends over to suck on them she actually did, her legs buckling beneath her as the men's tongues laved her tits. Hawkley caught her arm just in time to prevent her landing heavily on her knees. 

When they released her nipples both clearly had hard-ons beneath their old man slacks. They stood back against the cubicle doors again as he lowered her knickers slightly to reveal her waxed mound, spreading her labia with his fingers to show them the vibe nestled against her clit and disappearing inside her cunt. This demonstration was less easy than it sounds as her pussy-lips were so soaked with her own juices that they kept slipping from his probing hand. At the sight of his liver-spotted fingers manipulating her pink folds, the two men removed their dicks from their trousers and held them in their fists.

Then Hawkley demonstrated the remote control. He showed them how she trembled and writhed as he increased the vibrations and then passed over the remote so they could try for themselves. They laughed and made ribald comments as they watched her clutch the rim of the basin behind her for support, as they brought her to the edge of orgasm and then backed off. Then they became more serious, forcing her to one, two, three, four orgasms, enjoying their ability to control the hot blonde slut who would never normally have given them a second glance. 

After this last orgasm, Anna's legs would no longer support her and she collapsed onto her elbows and knees. One of the men dropped his erection and dashed forward to help her up, but Hawkley stopped him before she got to her feet.

"She gives great head," he said slyly. "Anna -"

Resignedly, Anna opened her mouth and reached out both hands. Her knight in shining armour, all gallantry forgotten at the thought of how her mouth would feel on his cock, began to fuck her tired mouth as Hawkley and the other stranger's dicks found their way into her palms. She jacked them as she sucked, running her tongue along the back of the cock in her mouth, circling the glans. Its owner grew impatient and twined his hands in her long hair, thrusting into her hot mouth, ramming the back of her throat. She gagged as he came, swallowing rapidly as he continued to thrust. The other stranger pushed his spent companion out of the way and replaced him in her mouth. He was rough with her too, actually putting his hands around her throat as if he would like to choke her. She coughed and spluttered which mercifully hastened his climax and she gulped down another mouthful of cum. Finally, it was Hawkley's turn. 

"Good little pig," he crooned as he stood stock still, holding her hair, forcing her to work hard to get him off. "Good little cumslut." And he released his own load, pulling back mid spurt so she got semen over her face and had to scoop it up with her fingers and suck it off.

Heedless of hygiene she did collapse then, lying in a heap on the floor of the gents' as the men she'd just serviced peed, washed their hands and exchanged contact details, Hawley promising they could have her again if they called him.

She heard the door click as they left and Hawkley crouched beside her.

"Get dressed, Anna. We need to get you home to bed."

He watched, offering no assistance, as she hauled herself to her feet and buttoned up her soiled dress. He did help her to the car and drove as she slumped in the passenger seat. But he allowed her no respite from the tyranny of the We-Vibe, bringing her to two more shuddering climaxes on the drive home, one at a red light in full view of the scandalised young mother in the SUV next to them. 

Only after he had stripped her completely naked and laid her limp body on her bed did he ease the toy from Anna's pussy, bearing it off to the bathroom to clean it.

He was in there a long time and when he emerged, the We-Vibe in his left hand, he had something else concealed in his right palm, but Anna's eyes were closed and she didn't see.

"I'll take your keys with me, Anna," he said over his shoulder as he left the room. "I don't think you should consider going out again. Sweet dreams, little pig. See you tomorrow."

As he crossed the road to his own house, he looked down thoughtfully at the packet of birth control pills in his hand.



"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 05



Elliott returned home the evening of Anna's supermarket adventure. She had showered and, knowing he would want to take her straight to bed, styled her hair, applied subtle make up and dressed in a filmy baby doll, a thong that barely covered her pussy lips, and strappy sandals. She couldn't find her contraceptive pills, which she usually took in the evening, but after groping behind the washbasin a few times, thinking the packet must have slipped down a gap, she gave up. There were only a couple left in the pack anyway. If she couldn't find it in the morning she'd take her repeat prescription into the pharmacy and start a new pack. A few hours' delay would be fine.

She bustled around the kitchen, aware of Hawkley watching her from across the road but not caring, preparing an easy pasta dish to eat at room temperature with her husband after hot homecoming sex. Her clit was still hyper-sensitive after the many orgasms Hawkley and his fiendish toy had inflicted on her and every so often she would have to stop what she was doing as the fibres in her thong rubbed it at just the wrong (/right?) angle, clutching the kitchen counter to support herself and panting heavily.

Because Hawkley had again confiscated her keys, she couldn't welcome Elliott on the doorstep. When she saw his headlamps rounding the bend in the road she ran up the stairs two at a time and arranged herself prettily on the bed.

The keys rattled in the lock and: "Anna!" her husband shouted.

"Up here, baby!" she called back, and Elliott was upstairs and on her in seconds. She kissed his stubbled face and, grateful that she at last had a young, handsome man between her thighs again, unzipped his trousers and pushed her thong to one side, guiding his meaty erection into her wet cunt while he was still fully-clothed. In passing, his cockhead grazed her swollen clit and she came noisily as he drew back in surprise.

"Already?" he asked in astonishment.

"I've missed you," Anna breathed, thrusting her hips up to meet his and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

By the time she sank into an exhausted sleep he had cum three times in her pussy and once in her mouth, marvelling at her resourcefulness as she coaxed his cock back to hardness after each orgasm. He wasn't faithful to her when he was away, and in the locations he visited regularly he no longer paid for sex but had regular girlfriends, but none of them fucked quite like Anna when she was aroused. While he was away he often vowed to amend his work schedule so he could spend more time at home with his sexy wife, but when she greeted him like this - like a rabid nympho - he thought perhaps it was not worth rocking the boat. If he were around more often she might be less grateful and therefore less eager to please.

. . .

Anna rose late the following morning. She pulled the baby doll over her head and walked through to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Wrapping her bathrobe around her naked body, she descended the stairs, following the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

To her horror, when she glanced in through the lounge door she saw Hawkley sitting in an easy chair opposite Elliott, sipping from a coffee cup. Elliott beckoned her over and drew her down into his lap, sliding his hands beneath her robe to stroke her thighs, showing off. Anna swallowed, meeting Hawkley's eyes across the coffee table. Her robe had fallen open slightly and he could just see one pink nipple. Grinning wolfishly out of Elliott's eyeline, he casually withdrew from his pocket the remote control he had used the previous day to torment her, rubbing his thumb over it.

The mere sight of the remote in his hands was enough to elicit a Pavolvian response from his victim. Hawkley watched in fascination as her nipple swelled and darkened and her pupils began to dilate. Elliott, feeling the heat radiating from her groin and the dampness spreading between her thighs, assumed his fingers were responsible and inched them further towards her labia. He got a kick from touching up his wife in front of their elderly neighbour and his cock began to swell beneath her butt.

"I hope you've been looking out for Anna as I asked, Len," Elliott said, deliberately twitching his cock against Anna's quivering body.

"We've seen quite a bit of each other," answered Hawkley, taking a gulp of his coffee, "but really she has been taking care of me rather than the reverse. She's taken in a couple of parcels for me, and yesterday she was sweet enough to take me food shopping. I think the other old boys in the supermarket were quite envious of my glamorous escort."

Elliott laughed. "That was good of you, Anna."

"She helped a couple of them get what they needed along the way," Hawkley went on, draining his cup and rising to his feet. "Thank you for the coffee, Elliott, mate. I'd better be getting along - and I'm sure you two have lots to catch up on."

"We really do," Elliott agreed. "I only have today and tomorrow with my lovely wife and then I need to leave again. I'm hoping my schedule will slow down a bit next month but it's good to know I can rely on you in the meantime, Len."

He stood up, pressing his hard-on into Anna's arse-crack and using her body as a shield to disguise it as he followed Hawkley out to the front door, propelling his wife before him. He shook Hawkley's hand and hissed in Anna's ear, "Give him a kiss."

Simmering with revulsion, she leaned forward to peck her neighbour on his papery cheek and Hawkley seized the opportunity to slip his hand inside her robe, squeezing her tender breast and tweaking the nipple brutally, before turning his back and crossing the road.

Elliott pushed the front door closed and turned her towards him. He laughed to see the gaping neck of her robe. "Did you accidentally-on-purpose give the old boy an eyeful?" he asked. "Careful, Anna. I'm not sure his ticker can take it! Come on, babe, I need to get inside you again."

. . .

For the rest of the day they fucked at intervals, sleeping and eating in between. At four o'clock the following morning he released a final load into her aching tunnel from behind, holding her hips steady as his balls drained into her.

He left three hours later while she was still asleep, whispering, "Goodbye, beautiful," into her ear and kissing her on the lips. On an impulse, he pulled back the quilt and took a photograph of her naked, well-used body on his phone before he left the room. His cock began to rise again but there really wasn't time. He had promised to fuck Melanie, his twenty-two year old girlfriend in Portsmoutt, on arrival.

He let himself out of the house, locking the front door behind him and waving to Hawkley, who was giving his front garden an early morning watering.

"Left her in bed?" called Hawkley.

"Well-fucked and exhausted," confirmed Elliott, laughing, and pulled away in his big BMW.

Hawkley gave her an hour before letting himself in.

She was still asleep. Like Elliott before him, he pulled back the quilt and looked at her. Her breasts were full but high, her tummy flat and taut. It was clear that she had never borne a child. He also photographed her as she slept before going downstairs to make her some breakfast. Once it was ready, he reached in his pocket for the package of pills he had brought with him and pressed one out onto the plate with the hot buttered toast. He re-read the label on the box, feeling his cock twitch at the implications: "PregVit® Original is the UK's most popular prenatal supplement," it read, "trusted by women who are planning for pregnancy or are already pregnant. A scientifically developed formulation of important vitamins and minerals, including vitamin B12 and folic acid at exactly the level recommended by the Department of Health." He grinned and carried the tray upstairs.

Anna stretched and sighed in resignation when she realised it was not Elliott sitting on the mattress beside her but Hawkley. She began to drink her juice, but he took the glass from her hand: "Don't forget your vitamin," he scolded, dropping the pill into her hand. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, tipping her head back with a shrug and swallowing it dry before he returned her drink. What did it matter if it was something illegal? He had already fucked her, fisted her and given her to strangers while she was quite sober and alert. Surely he had no need to roofie her. And how much worse could it get?

He watched her eat her toast in thoughtful silence. He had taken from his pocket something shiny and was twisting it in his fingers. It caught the morning sunlight coming through the gap in the curtains, gleaming and flashing. Was he trying to hypnotise her now?

Suddenly, he began to speak. "Childlessness," he was saying, "is a sensitive subject. I'd always assumed you were barren and didn't like to probe into the reasons. It had never occurred to me you might be childless at your age by choice."

She put down her toast, a cold ball forming in the pit of her stomach as she realised what the silver object in his fingers was. It was her foil pack of contraceptive pills, the one she had thought trapped behind the washbasin. She had completely forgotten about visiting the chemist for a replacement - and now she would not have a chance. She thought in horror of the number of times Elliott had cum inside her in the last two days, of how his little swimmers would be making their way up her birth canal, through her cervix and into her uterus. She racked her brain to remember how long after sex emergency contraception was effective, but her mind was blank.

Without warning, she vomited chewed toast and orange juice over the breakfast tray. Hawkley recoiled in horror and slapped her face. He grabbed her hand and dragged her, naked and protesting into the bathroom, pushing her into the shower cubicle and turning the cold water on full blast. Anna shrieked and tried to get out but he barred her way, finally relenting and turning up the temperature.

"Clean yourself up, little pig," he snapped, "and then get your soiled bedcovers in the wash."

. . .

Once Anna was clean, her hair dry and her make up on, the washing machine spinning and her mattress scrubbed, Hawkley made a decision. He followed her downstairs, admiring the flexing of her naked buttocks as she descended, desire for her already crowding out disgust.

"You need a baby," he said. "You have too much time on your hands. No wonder you whore yourself out on the internet and get yourself in trouble. Those breasts should be dispensing milk to an infant, not tempting old men. Right! It's time we fucked in my bed for a change. Come on."

As usual on a working day, their street was empty of cars and Anna was unconcerned about witnesses as she left her house completely naked, or about the raised stones embedded in the tarmacadam road surface piercing her bare feet. Her nudity and her sore feet were really the least of her problems.

. . .

Hawkley's house had that distinctive musty, old person smell but it was clean enough, and the sheets on his enormous modern four poster bed were pristine. The bed was positioned in the middle of the master bedroom. It was the same size as Anna and Elliott's own bedroom but the complete lack of any other furniture made it seem huge and echoey, with ample space around the bed on all sides, as if it were the stage in an in-the-round theatre. Mounted on the wall facing the foot of the bed was a huge TV screen, soundlessly playing an endless stream of explicit pornography. Anna rolled her eyes and seeing her, Hawkley pressed the off switch.

"I have my own real life porn star now, right?" he giggled, leering. "Make yourself comfortable," he told her, and she lay resignedly on the bed as he disrobed. Naked, he crawled between her outstretched legs while simultaneously pulling open a drawer suspended below the mattress. His weight holding her in place, he leaned over and tied her wrists to the bedposts.

He began a leisurely exploration of her body. He was used to seeing her in some sort of lingerie. It was a novelty to see her entirely nude. He traced her collarbone with his tongue, probed the hollow at the base of her throat before setting to work on her breasts. He licked, sucked and chewed her nipples, mashing her breasts together with his hands. Spitting into her cleavage, he began to titfuck her, his weight bearing down uncomfortably on her ribcage. His eyes flicked from his cock, emerging and disappearing between her boobs, to her strained face.

"You really are beautiful, little pig," he said, almost to himself. "Perfect, fuckable body; lovely face. Your Elliott's an idiot for not locking you up and knocking you up. Still, his loss..."

Feeling the semen boiling in his balls, he hastily slid down her body and between her legs. Her pussy was wet and ready and he plunged his throbbing cock deep into the slippery channel. Anna barely winced. Hawkley rammed his weapon into her once, twice, three times and his balls pulsed and shot his load up inside her. He ground his hips against her clitoris until, shuddering, Anna herself came.

He lay on her heavily as the tight walls of her cunt milked the last drops from him, then very carefully he withdrew, taking care not to spill any of the precious spunk he had deposited inside her. He reached again into the drawer beneath the bed and lifted her hips, pushing her legs back over her head until her supple body was bent double. Satisfied, he tethered her ankles to the same bedposts as her wrists.

"Now my seed won't be spilt," he grinned. He laid a quilt over her and left the room. She closed her eyes and began to drift into sleep.

Downstairs, Hawkley opened the contacts list on his phone and began to make calls.

. . .

Hawkley left the front door on the latch to avoid the need to keep getting up to admit his guests. An hour later, the available seating in the lounge and dining room was all occupied. "Standing room only," he thought to himself, rubbing together hands twisted with arthritis.

He had called everyone he could think of and most had not let him down: from the married men he played bridge with, to the widowers from his lunch club, to the two strangers he had given Anna to in the supermarket yesterday. He had sent them the photograph of the sleeping beauty and - recognising the opportunity as one not to be missed - they had dropped what they were doing, excused themselves to their wives or companions and leapt in the car. Some, who could no longer drive themselves, had even had their wives or carers drop them at Hawkley's, saying they would get a cab home.

They were all here to fuck the young woman bound to Hawkley's bed upstairs.

Deliberately distorting the truth in case anyone should experience twinges of conscience, he explained the terms: "The point of this exercise is to get the girl pregnant. Her husband's fertility is sadly compromised and she has asked for my help. I have no idea of my own potency, although obviously I have done my part, and this is my way of getting as much sperm into her as possible. I do hope you can do me - and her - this favour. The more turned on you are, the larger the load you will produce, so do feel free to use her in whatever way will induce most excitement. Fuck her cunt, her mouth, her tits, her arse. But, please - make sure your cock is in her pussy when you come. She must have your seed in her womb to maximise the chance of conception.

"Rest assured, there will be no unpleasant consequences. You are all strangers to her and she will have no way of contacting you after today; nor will there be any way for her to know which of you has fathered any child that may result. Yours will be an altruistic act with no adverse effects on yourself or your nearest and dearest. She will think of you with fondness and gratitude but will have no claim on you.

"Oh, one final thing. If you wish to untie and reposition her (for example to get her on to all fours) please go ahead. However, when you have finished be sure to leave the entire deposit inside her and retie both the wrists and ankles to the bed in the configuration in which you found them. She is bound to be exhausted from repeated penetration and her own climaxes (she is a highly responsive young woman - and, as you know, if she herself cums it will increase her receptiveness). The restraints are not to keep her from escaping - oh dear me, no - but to keep precious sperm from escaping from her pussy.

"Is everyone clear? No questions? Wonderful. Then, I think the easiest way is to do this in alphabetical order of surname. Joseph Allen, that makes you first. Up the stairs, first door on the left."

Joseph Allen got naked more quickly than he had ever done and hastened up the stairs. Seeing Anna's bound form on the bed, her cunt and anus on obscene display, he did not bother to reposition her. He simply rammed his engorged dick into her sloppy hole, kissing her soft lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and pistoned into her for less than one minute before exploding into her with a bellow of lust. She was the first woman he had fucked since his wife had died eighteen months ago, and the prettiest he had fucked in his life.

Gentleman that he was, Joseph sat on the mattress after his climax and rubbed Anna's clitoris with his thumb, sucking on her lovely tits, until she reached her own. Then he kissed her again, said, "You're welcome, my dear," and washed his penis in the en suite before heading back downstairs to tell Robert Austin she was ready for the next one.

Robert Austin was most definitely a breast man. He had brought his phone up to the bedroom and took numerous photographs of Anna's lovely tits: just sitting, jiggling gently; cupped in his big hands; with his cock between them. He sucked on them long and hard, leaving them disfigured with love bites. He made her text her own phone from his so she'd have his number, saying, "I know Len's hot on this anonymity business but if you do have a kid after this, ring me when you're lactating so I can give you a hand managing your milk yield." Anna found the idea of this big, burly, rubicund man feeding from her breasts perversely arousing and pleased him by cumming as he fucked and suckled, her lithe limbs locked around his hips. He himself came with a bellow worthy of a bull-calf.

Geoff Bennett took her doggy style, fingering her hanging nipples, holding onto her hair, slapping her buttocks.

Her arsehole was plundered by William Brooke. Neither Elliott nor Hawkley cared for anal sex, so it was the first time her backdoor had been opened since her first time - that night in Coventry when her Raf had taken her anal cherry and she had been double and triple penetrated by her forum followers. Nostalgic tears coursed down her cheeks as his balls slapped against her buttocks. He was so caught up in it that he almost forgot to slip out of one hole and into the other to deposit his load.

Apparently, Hawkley had no friends whose surname began with C as her next fuck was courtesy of one Harry Davies, a traditionalist who entered her in the missionary position, telling her at first that she was an angel fallen from heaven, but as he approached his climax growing red in the face and foul-mouthed. As he withdrew he had degenerated to calling her a "debauched harlot". Anna was impressed with the breadth of his vocabulary.

After Davies had re-secured her ankles and clattered off downstairs, complaining loudly to his host that her "fuckhole" was loose and sloppy, Hawkley decided it was time Anna took a break. He took her water, Red Bull and buttered crackers, escorted her to the toilet to pee and cleaned her up with a wet towel. Grinning, he inserted two fingers into her pussy and swirled them around, nodding in satisfaction at the sloshing noise they made.




"Ask Anna Anything" Ch. 05



He reluctantly agreed when she asked him for lubricant and to urge her next few visitors to make use of her other orifices until the last minute. So it was that Ralph Fletcher, George Garfield and Malcolm Greene all received enthusiastic blowjobs and Hawkley himself was the next to sample her cunt for more than a couple of minutes. He made her work for it, riding him cowgirl style, watching her breasts bounce enticingly.

Those of Hawkley's guests who had clinic appointments or who were expecting Meals on Wheels left immediately after making their deposits. Others settled down with a cup of tea, content to wait for as long as it took for their turn to come around again.

John and James Jackson were twins. They insisted on going in together on both visits, spit roasting her the first time round. The second time was something totally new. Inspecting her stretched out vagina, they decided to double-penetrate the same hole. Anna was made to straddle John and when he bottomed out inside her, James forced his penis into her cunt alongside his brother's. This not only restored her lost tightness but also saved time and Hawkley organised the remaining smattering of guests into pairs, Henry Lester and Jeremy Mills, John Nugent and Terry Phillips, Cliff Ryan and Bob Saunders and Guy Trotter and Les West all double-fucking Anna on their second time round.

As he saw out the last of his guests, Hawkley wore a huge smile. He mounted the stairs and stood on the threshold of his bedroom watching Anna as she lay, folded in two, tethered hand and foot, on his cum-soaked bed. The stale smell of man-sweat and the bleach smell of semen was heavy in the air, and Hawkley decided to leave her to let the mixed seed sloshing around inside her do its work.

As a kind of afterthought, he fitted the We-Vibe to her pussy, wrapping rope around her abdomen and between her legs to hold it in place. He switched on the remote and began to increase the power, watching as she began to moan and buck helplessly, trussed on his bed.

He went downstairs, remote in hand, to watch Match of the Day.

. . .

He had dozed in the chair and when he awoke it was gone midnight and the We-Vibe was still on.

He climbed the stairs and released Anna's bindings. Stiff and aching from being tied in such an uncomfortable position, drained from being continually on the brink of in the throes of orgasm for many hours, she uncoiled her body with difficulty. Hawkley held a glass of water to her dry lips and then held her upright as she stumbled to the bathroom. She lay crumpled in the shower tray and he hosed her down, sluicing the bodily fluids from her abused body and the salty tear tracks from her pale face. Then he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. He explored her pussy with his fingers and was pleased to find that its incredible elasticity was intact and it clutched his invading fingers as tightly as it had before she had been repeatedly fucked by his friends and acquaintances. He did a quick mental tally, estimating that she had been filled with more than forty loads of semen in total since he had first confiscated her contraceptive pills. He knew little about the female fertility cycle or the likely sperm count of the old men who had had her but fervently hoped that the sheer quantity of sperm that she had received would outweigh its dubious quality: after all, only one little fellow needed to penetrate one of her eggs to achieve his aim.

Checking that all the lights were off in the other houses in the street he escorted her across the road, still with only the bath towel to cover her, and opened her front door using her own keys. His own front door he had left open. He was about to abandon her on the doorstep when a muscular, brown arm locked around his neck from behind.

Raf had been waiting in his car on Anna's drive for several hours, his rage building. When he saw Hawkley and Anna crossing the road he opened the door silently and crept behind them, a gym bag in his left hand. Now Anna opened her arms to him but he put a finger to his lips, handed her the gym bag and signalled to her to follow him as he dragged Hawkley back across the road to his own house. Safely inside, he pulled Anna to him with his free arm and kissed her long and hard. She dropped the towel and he thought her thinner than she'd been in Coventry, noting the red marks on her wrists and ankles And waist, the bruising on her inner thighs and the blemishes on her breasts.

Angrily, he wrenched at Hawkley's neck. "Strip him, Anna."

She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then did the same with his trousers. He had not bothered to replace his underwear after raping her earlier in the evening.

Raf threw him to the floor.

"Sit on him."

Anna straddled Hawkley naked, facing his feet. Hawkley must have been terrified, but even now his cock began valiantly to swell at the sight of Anna's nude buttocks.

Raf grinned and unzipped his gym bag, withdrawing the biggest dildo Anna had ever seen. Made from black silicone, rigid and shaped like a gargantuan penis, it was as long and thick as Raf's forearm.

Anna's body masked it from Hawkley's sight. "Do you want to show him or shall I?" asked Raf, his dark eyes dancing maliciously.

"I will," replied Anna, coldly.

Raf held Hawkley down as Anna took the massive black dildo from him and swivelled so she was facing Hawkley's head. His eyes widened as he saw what she was holding. She rubbed the shaft between her breasts and sucked the tip, her lips stretching to their very limits to accommodate its girth.

"OK, that's enough," Raf said, taking it from her.

Between them, they rolled Hawkley onto his belly. Then, in full view of Hawkley's frightened eyes, Raf took a bottle of lubricant from his bag and thoroughly coated the full length of the gargantuan toy. Anna's sore pussy grew wet as Raf kicked Hawkley's legs apart and knelt between them. She leaned forward to spread his hairy buttocks. Raf positioned the tip of the dildo in Hawkley's anus and began to push.

At first, the man who had raped Raf's girlfriend and pimped her out to his friends tried to be stoical, but his impassivity was short-lived. His whimpers as the head of the dildo stretched his sphincter soon became screams as Raf twisted the fat phallus and screwed it into his rectum. His arsehole tore and gave as Raf forced it deeper into his bowels.

"Can I have a go?" begged Anna, and she leaned on the dildo with both arms, putting all her weight on it so it slithered further into Hawkley's body and he gave a blood-curdling scream.

His body began to convulse, twitching beneath her - and then he was still and silent.

"What's happening?" she asked, and Raf shrugged.

"Stroke? Heart attack? Let's just call it karma."

Between them, they dragged Hawkley's limp body up the stairs, the dildo still lodged inside him, and manhandled him on to his bed. He was still breathing, shallow and rapid.

Raf closed Hawkley's fist around his own dick as Anna turned the big TV at the foot of the bed back on to the porn that had been playing when he'd first laid her on the bed that morning. She looked down at the body of her abuser and spat in his face.

They went back downstairs together, checked they had everything they had brought with them, and left.

Back in Anna's house, she kissed him with a blend of passion and gratitude and took him to bed, riding him to an explosive orgasm. Raf's little Arab swimmers were late to the party, but their raw, youthful determination gave them a competitive edge. They easily outstripped the older sperm which had got a headstart as they raced up towards Anna's cervix, which opened to them as she reached her own orgasm.

. . .

Two hours later, Anna stood on Hawkley's doorstep talking to the police as Raf watched from her bedroom window.

"I'd agreed to take him to the supermarket this morning," she was saying. "I've rung and knocked over and over but there's no response. His car's here so I'm pretty sure he's inside."

"You've done the right thing," the male officer assured her.

They used a battering ram to break down the door and went in to investigate. She fidgeted uncertainly before beginning to follow them upstairs, but the female officer, coming back down, stopped her.

"It's not something you need to see, Mrs Jennings," she said.

Anna's hands flew to her mouth.

The female officer spoke into her radio: "Ambulance, please. He's alive but in a bad way."

The ambulance arrived just a few minutes later. Hawkley was brought downstairs on a stretcher, covered by a red blanket. Anna reached out but the policewoman stopped her.

"You go indoors, Mrs Jennings. Get your husband" - here, she gestured to Raf, still standing at the bedroom window - "to make you a nice cup of tea."

. . .

EPILOGUE

Len Hawkley survived his stroke, but his speech was badly compromised. He would never again be able to live independently and, on discharge from hospital, was admitted to a nursing home where the staff became adept at avoiding his groping claws.

Anna found video on Elliott's phone of him fucking Melanie and they were divorced. Raf's wife divorced him when he confessed that his now-frequent trips away were to visit his pregnant girlfriend.

Raf and Anna married as soon as their divorces came through, in a quiet Registry Office ceremony attended only by their parents, both sets in equal part slightly anxious about the mixed-race pairing but excited about the prospect of becoming grandparents. And there could be no doubting the newlyweds' devotion to each other.

Raf held Anna's hand as she gave birth to twin babies. Their dark hair, eyes and skin allowed no doubt as to their parentage. Both Raf and Anna were besotted with them. Although Anna had never wanted children with Elliott, she was passionately in love with these babies' father and doted on them. Wanting the best for them, she employed a live-in au pair, Jana. She had made it clear that the duties involved childcare, light housework and possibly fucking the babies' father occasionally when exhaustion precluded her doing it herself - but while she had readily agreed to this, Jana's interest in the father of the babies she adored was tepid, and, despite the au pair's good looks Raf showed no interest in her either. In fact, despite her fears, Anna's sex drive remained undiminished after the birth and this line in Jana's job description was never invoked.

Yes, there had been seismic shifts in their lives, but one thing remained unchanged. Raf still liked, from time to time, to watch Anna fuck other men and share her with them - and Ryan (aka NorthCountryBoy), Ben (Pussylicker) and Robert Austen, the lactation fetishist who'd given Anna his number hours before she conceived, became close friends and regular house guests.

In short, Anna lived happily ever after.