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Subject: {ASSM} Taking Annie {Winston Greystroke} (cuckold) [4/10]
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Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 21:10:05 -0500
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                                Taking Annie
                       by Winston Greystroke

                                 Chapter 4


Annie's popularity took a nose-dive after the cookout. The group of 
soccer moms she called friends were now distant, sometimes even rude to 
her. They once saw Annie as one of their own - basically innocent, with 
a hint of that playful sexuality reserved only for husbands, and every 
now and then, when it slipped, a blushing comment made to a few of the 
girls over lunch. Now she was a threat. How could their husbands have 
stared so? And who knows what went on in the pool? Annie and her big, 
plastic tits, shaking her ass like a common prostitute!

Annie sulked for a while, but I soon found some new friends for her, 
friends more suitable for the future I had in mind for her. They were 
strippers mostly. Girls with drop-dead looks and a, well, slightly less 
than average moral code, shall we say. They weren't hookers, but their 
IQs and ambitions were low enough that they were easy prey for someone 
like me. You see, Annie had too much in both departments. I knew her IQ 
would drop naturally if I provided the right sympathetic company for 
her, and after a while, her hair, nails, and clothes would become 
infinitely more important than which political party she belonged to. 
After a month, it was beginning to work like a charm. She bubbled with 
excitement when I took her shopping, ecstatic when she found a cute 
blouse or dress, always more revealing than the last. I spoiled her, 
something you had never done, never could do on your meager salary. 
Jewelry, the new car she's always wanted, an unlimited clothing 
allowance - all material things, things that would soon take the place 
of bothersome emotions and complicated relationships.

Her apparent attachment to Eric bothered me at first. She spent more 
time with him than was really necessary, rubbing her still-flat belly 
and mooning over him at night before we went to bed. 

"If I'm not pregnant, can Eric try again?" she asked one night. "We'll 
see," I said, being careful not to sound too interested. But her new 
friends soon filled her mind with other ideas, just as easily as Eric 
had filled her with his sperm. "Honey, men are only good for one 
thing," her friend Candy would tell her, "Well, maybe two things." She 
would snicker, give Annie a hug, and Annie's mind would take it in, 
soaking up bits of questionable wisdom like a sponge.

Yes, Annie's inhibitions were crumbling. I know you could see it in the 
way her cute little ass swayed when she walked. She never moved like 
that when she was yours. You could see it in the way she sucked me at 
night, now openly in your own living room, in front of your kids as 
they watched TV. She had grown so eager for my cock. I used to have to 
tell her to blow me. Now, she did it without asking, during the evening 
news.

"God, I love this," she confessed in her quiet little voice, as your 
son and daughter turned to listen. She was on her knees in front of the 
sofa, between my legs, her ripe breasts falling out of the new 
nightgown I had bought her the day before. She had been playing with my 
cock for ten or fifteen minutes, and she was now holding it at the base 
with both hands, squeezing it, watching lovingly as it throbbed in her 
firm grip.

"Why?" I asked, glancing at you with an evil grin. She looked straight 
into my eyes, her wet lips never hesitating to tell the truth.

"You get so hard, so quickly," she breathed. "I love the feel of it, so 
thick and long. I just never knew - when he used to put his inside me, 
I couldn't feel a thing. Now..." she took a deep breath and sighed, "I 
could never go back to that. He's not the man you are - he never could 
be."

Your kids both looked at you for the first time as though you were 
handicapped, somehow no longer a normal man. Then they watched their 
mother suck me as though it would be her last meal for weeks. You 
watched your family slowly slipping away.

You must have been surprised to see her show up at your workplace that 
first day, strutting through the halls in her little black dress, hair 
and tits bouncing, her long, slim legs exposed to the crotch through 
the open slit up the front. Walking quickly by your desk, she let 
herself into Eric's office and closed the door behind her. Thirty 
minutes later the door opened again and she left, without saying a word 
to you. How your co-workers stared. A few whistled catcalls. Eric left 
minutes later, his cock still straining at the front of his pants.

You actually had the balls to question her when you got home. You even 
asked her not to embarrass you like that again. Annie's innocent 
demeanor was eroding, thanks to the constant company of Candy and her 
friends. Her true feelings were now much closer to the surface, her 
tolerance for your whining growing thin.

"What do you think I'm doing in Eric's office?" she blurted, 
sarcastically. "Are you afraid I might leave you for him? Hardly! Not 
while I have Parker. You should thank Parker - thank him for fucking me 
the way a woman should be fucked, thank him for giving me my first 
orgasm with a real cock in me, because had I known what I was missing 
before he came into my life, I'd be gone so fast, you'd only hear the 
door slam."

I come up behind her, cupped her breasts in my hands, and planted a 
kiss on her neck. She closed her eyes, sighing, melting backwards into 
my arms. With her eyes still closed, she sighed again, lowering her 
voice as she went on.

"I'm sorry. But you know that I want his baby. I go to Eric to fuck 
him. For his sperm. For a perfect baby. That I do it in his office, 
under your nose, excites me. It makes me hot. It makes me cum hard, and 
fast. Just knowing you're a few feet away, that I'm humiliating you in 
front of your friends, makes it better for me. I don't know why, it 
just does."

I had the front of her dress open, now holding the bare, fleshy globes 
against my palms, her hard nipples pouting through my fingers. She was 
calmer now, composing herself, her eyes fixed on you.

"Don't you see? I can't be sure I'm pregnant yet. I need his sperm 
every day - I have to be sure."

You thought back to that night when you pumped Eric's semen into her, 
how wet she was with his cum, how, even after holding her legs in the 
air for an hour, waves of the heavy, white fluid flowed endlessly from 
between them. How could she not be pregnant with his child? But you had 
little to say about it, as she reminded you.

"Don't ask me to stop fucking him. Even if I am pregnant, Eric's cock 
is perpetually hard, and so big I'm a slobbering mess when he's done 
with me. I like it. No, I love it. So you'll just have to deal with 
it."

You knew that too. But you were already picturing things months from 
now. Annie would show up daily to fuck him in his office, all the while 
her belly growing, swelling with his child. And you would sit and wait 
for him to cum in her one more time, then cringe as she passed by your 
co-workers, flaunting the growing fetus inside her.

And return she did, day after day, dressing, well, not too 
outrageously, but always making sure some part of her was on display, 
just enough to make your co-workers stop and stare at hers hips sway 
and her lean, hard legs flex confidently as she marched into Eric's 
office as though she owned it.

To your surprise, one Friday afternoon, she stopped at your desk, 
waiting quietly, watching you with a sober look. "I want you to come 
with me today," she said. You looked up at her, confused, your face 
burning with embarrassment, completely at a loss for words.

"Do I have to ask twice?" she asked sweetly, Annie's old, familiar 
little-girl voice now music to your ears, a ray of hope. You said 
nothing, but got up and followed her to Eric's door. She stopped and 
turned to you. "Well, don't you knock before entering your boss's 
office?" Again, her innocent smile tugged at the memories of your old 
life, but at the same time bore an omen of dread. Eric must have been 
waiting, because when you knocked, the door opened in seconds. He 
seemed as surprised to see you as you were when Annie asked for your 
company. But he smiled just the same, invited both of you in, and 
closed and locked the door.

Inside, Annie turned to you, her smile now replaced with a look of 
hunger. "Strip me," she ordered. You glanced at Eric, then back at 
Annie, now understanding why you were there. When you hesitated, her 
eyes narrowed, reminding you of the consequences.

"You do want to strip me, don't you?"

"Yes," you muttered, with your head down.

"Then tell me," she continued.

"I want to strip you," you answered, unable to look up.

"You want strip me for Eric, don't you - to make his cock hard, right?"

"Yes," you answered.

She was trembling. Each time she spoke, her face grew more flushed, her 
voice wavering with excitement. She turned her back and lifted her 
hair, exposing the top of the zipper that ran down the back of the 
yellow flowered sundress. You lowered it slowly, until the soft skin of 
her back was revealed all the way to her slim waist. Then it was only a 
matter of sliding the thin fabric over her shoulders and watching the 
dress fall to the floor. As anyone could have seen, she was naked 
beneath it, the flimsy material hiding little of the firm, lean curves 
of her body.

Keeping her back to you, she continued.

"My husband wants you to fuck me, Eric. Why else would he strip me 
naked in your office?"

"Well now, old buddy, is that right? You're handing over your Annie to 
me to fuck? Right here in my office?" he gloated.

"Yes," you muttered again.

"Yes...what? you little wimp!" he responded, raising his voice.

"I - I'm giving you, m-my w-wife, Annie - to fuck in your office, t-to 
make her...pregnant. She wants your baby."

"MY baby?" he blurted sarcastically. Why MY baby - why not her 
husband's, why not yours?"

"S-she wants a perfect baby. My sperm, it's, well, not good enough. She 
won't, um, have sex with me anymore."

Annie and Eric both burst out laughing. Eric came closer from behind 
his desk, and Annie turned to face you again, this time leaning against 
you, supporting herself with her arms around your neck, her face inches 
from yours. Eric's pants dropped to the floor and he moved against 
Annie from behind.

"Mmmmmm, do you know what Eric is doing right now?" she purred. "He's 
working the tip of his cock into my ass. That's right - he's going to 
ass-fuck me. Soon, his big hard cock will be inside me, buried in my 
ass - oh god, it's, it's so thick! Ssssss - it's going deeper - so deep 
- filling me - oh god yes - deeper - deeper - that's it - mmmmmmm. You 
want your boss to fuck your wife's ass, don't you! You want him to use 
me, to put his cock in my mouth, my cunt, my ass - oh god - to own my 
body, my body that used to belong to you. Hold me for him - hold me 
while he fucks me! Can you feel it - can you feel him pounding me? His 
giant cock slamming into my ass? Play with me while he fucks me! I want 
to cum in my husband's arms as another man, a real man, impales me on 
with a cock I always dreamed of!"

You find her hardened clit with your fingers, shocked at its 
size, and how it throbs when you stroke it. She groans when you 
touch it.

"Ohhhhhh - yessss - yessss - slower - wait - wait...till he...cums...in 
me. Not yet...not yet...ohhh fuck it feels so good...my 
husband...making me cum...with my man's cock..in...my..."

She didn't have to tell you. Eric bucked with such force that it 
knocked you back a step - his loud groan was unmistakable. You rolled 
Annie's clit between your fingers, milking the length of it until she 
collapsed against you, unearthly sounds escaping from deep in her 
throat as violent spasms tore through her. As she came down from her 
orgasm, Eric began to pull out of her.

"No! No, please, don't!" she whimpered unexpectedly. "Stay in me - I 
want you in me - stay in me, please, Eric."

She held you a long time, her firm breasts crushed against you, her 
head on your shoulder, Eric's cock still buried to his balls in her 
ass. He ran his hands over her back, then under her, trailing his 
fingers lower into the dripping slit between her legs, then back again, 
spreading her juices over her sleek, velvet belly. She trembled when he 
touched her, gasping, then smiling as he quenched her thirst for the 
touch of a real man. And she whispered, almost singing, between each 
measured, ragged breath, "Eric...Eric...Eric...Eric..."

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