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Subject: {ASSM} Taking Annie {Winston Greystroke} (cuckold) [6/10]
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Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 22:10:03 -0500
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                                    Taking Annie
                             by Winston Greystroke

                                     Chapter 6



So little time had passed, yet the changes in Annie had become unmistakable, 
even to a casual acquaintance. Her physical appearance was the first, and 
perhaps the easiest to modify. Now she held her breasts high, displaying them 
proudly as she enjoyed the stares of so many men. Her body took on a cat-like 
gait, prowling, slinking, and gliding, the muscles of her tight body working 
together to blatantly advertise her unquenchable sexual appetite. Women like 
Annie, who turn so easily, are always deep wells of sexual desire and neglect. 
So many sweet, "innocent", housewives, compromises of the women they might have 
become, not daring to face the shocking fantasies that make their thighs twitch 
and their cunts drip in the middle of the night, tolerate a life with husbands 
who's souls are as impotent as their neglected bodies. 

Then suddenly, with the proper guidance, the dam breaks, the body awakens, and 
they turn. Lust overwhelms all inhibitions. The hunger that has been imprisoned 
all those years is set free, clouding all sense of respectability, fidelity, and 
discretion. I live for it. To see a wife flaunting her lust before her 
incredulous husband, watching in horror as she gives herself repeatedly to 
strong, powerful men so superior to him in every way - to hear her confess to 
him, then actually boast that her lover has, in only an hour, given her more 
pleasure than her husband has in years of marriage. They come to love me for it, 
and show their gratitude relentlessly.

A woman's need for ceremony is strong and pervasive. The commitment to her 
husband began with a wedding, a ritual of promises and rings, a public pledge of 
her fidelity to this one man, who, in her mind, will fulfill all her most 
treasured dreams and fantasies. At the same time, she is a sacrifice, giving her 
future and her body to an uncertain new life with this man who will hopefully 
keep her fantasies alive. Is it any surprise so few men can compete with a 
woman's secret dark demon lover, a sweet-tongued devil with a delicious, fat 
cock to match?

To nourish Annie's fantasies, a ceremony of a different kind was in order, but 
perhaps not too different than the one you remember with her at your side. It 
was our own wedding of sorts, although a perverted one from your perspective, 
I'm sure. You would watch as your wife pledged her body to me before your 
friends and family in your own home. It was a huge step for you - a "coming out" 
to all as a true cuckold. To Annie, it was her ultimate fantasy come true - to 
be completely owned, possessed, by a real man, the man of her dreams. 

The invitations must have taken everyone by surprise.




        Annie Marie Giovanni wishes to announce the joining 
            of her body and soul to Parker Dominic Lewis

        The ceremony will be held Saturday, May 12, at 1:00 PM

                  2224 Sandy Circle, Las Vegas, Nevada

       Reception will follow at The Gold Club, 14 Wright Street

      Please attend and help Annie celebrate life with her new man




Annie sent invitations to everyone - her family and yours, and of course Eric 
and Tiny. She made you read one out loud as she put the stamps on the envelopes. 

"Since we all know you couldn't possibly be the best man, I'd like you to give 
me away," she told you.

"I-I'm not sure what all this means," you answered as you stared at the gold 
lettering stamped into the surface of the card.

"You're not going to cry again, are you?" she sighed. "Don't worry, it isn't 
legal - I'll still be your wife. It just means that from now on, you're my 
husband, but Parker's my man. You bring home the paycheck, but Parker sleeps in 
my bed. You mow the lawn, clean the house, and do the laundry, and Parker and I, 
well, we have sex. Lots of sex. You know you can't satisfy me, not with this..."

She pressed her fingers into the front of your pants, playfully toying with your 
flaccid penis.

"My god," she continued, "if you only knew how good he is, how wonderful his 
big, thick cock feels when he fucks me - I'm getting wet just thinking about 
him."

She was naked as usual - and gorgeous - her large, solid breasts jutting forward 
above a satiny smooth belly, firm, silky thighs stretched in front of her, 
flexing the long slim muscles honed to perfection by hours in the gym. As her 
nipples hardened before your eyes, she felt your erection begin to grow.

"I thought you understood," she scolded. "You promised not to get hard again, 
remember?"

"B-but, you're doing it on purpose - you're playing with me - and, and you look 
- so, so, beautiful..." you stammered.

"That's no excuse," she warned. "You have to concentrate. You have to learn. I 
don't belong to you. You know that. From now on, you can't think of sex when you 
look at me. You'll never fuck me again. You'll have to accept that."

"I-I don't know if I can," you said quietly. As much as you tried to 
concentrate, her fingers still danced along the length of your cock, and she 
smiled at you with more lust than you had even seen in a woman's eyes.

"Well then, I'm sure Parker can help. I'll have him break a few of your fingers, 
maybe one each time I catch you with your little thing in the air. If that 
doesn't work, there are other options. You know how strong he is."

Remembering the pain you suffered in the past seemed to deflate your skinny 
prick, and Annie smiled proudly, knowing it was a step toward accepting your new 
relationship with her.

"That's a good boy," she told you as she felt your little worm go back into 
hiding. "Now run along and get dinner ready. Parker will be here soon, and he'll 
be very, very hungry. If he likes the meal tonight, I just might not tell him 
how careless you've been. Oh, and as punishment for your little lapse of 
control, as you serve us dinner tonight, ask Parker if you can watch him fuck me 
later. Now run along."

You prepared that night's meal in a panic, afraid Annie would tell me what you 
had done. Of course she told me later, but at the time I was delighted when you 
placed the huge steak on my plate, done just the way I like it. I barely noticed 
Annie's wicked smile all through dinner, often directed at you as you rushed 
back and forth to keep our wine glasses full. Imagine my surprise when, after 
filling my glass for the third time, you hesitated before turning away, you head 
lowered in fear and shame.

"Um, Parker - can I watch you, um, fuck Annie tonight?"

When I saw her wide grin, I knew something was up.

"Why should I let you watch?" I replied. "And why would you want to?"

You were trembling, knowing that your answer could be dangerous.

"I - ah - um - ," you stammered as you glanced at Annie. Her eyes told you there 
would be drastic consequences if you continued to disappoint her.

"B-because, I, um, want to see how a real man, um, makes love to my wife. I-I've 
never, well, never made her, cum. She told me that, if I watch, without getting, 
um hard, it will prove I, well, that I know my place. She says she cums harder 
when she sees I've accepted you're a better man."

You were making progress. Instead of crying, you stood beside me, head down, 
almost numb to the humiliating admission. I could see the gleam in Annie's eyes.

"So, you want him to watch me fuck you?" I asked her, barely hiding a sly smile 
of my own. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. "I'm sooo wet. You know what it does to me, 
Parker." I knew all too well.

You got to watch that night, but at a safe distance. I tied your hands behind 
your back, then Annie took great care and pleasure in tying your balls to the 
post at the foot of the bed. We left a light on by the side of the bed so you 
could see her look into your eyes as she took the head of my cock into her 
mouth, sucking eagerly, intent on bringing it to its full size before taking it 
between her legs. When I entered her, I fucked her slowly, making her beg for 
faster, longer strokes. An hour passed. Her slim body bucked against me, 
thrashing in near convulsions. She begged out loud. Begged me to make her cum. 
Begged me to do what you couldn't. Still, I slowed my thrusts each time she was 
near the edge. It drove her mad.

"God damn it, Parker - what? What are you doing to me?" she screamed.

"Does he know his place?" I asked, hinting at what I wanted.

"He does, Parker! He does! He's a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!" 

Then her screams were directed at you. "Tell him! Tell him, or I'll hurt you! 
You know I will. I'll tell Parker what you did - so help me - TELL HIM!!!"

Helpless and afraid, your testicles lashed tightly and painfully to the bedpost, 
you were forced to give her what she wanted.

"I'm a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!" you shouted.

But I wanted more, and Annie soon knew it when I left her hanging one more time.

"MORE!" she shouted at you. "More! Or so help me-"

She was desperate. The more her rage built, the more afraid you were that she 
would have me do serious and painful damage to your shivering body.

"I can't fuck her like a man!" you blurted. "Not like you can! She wants you, 
not me! Only you! I won't get hard again when I look at her - I promise! Never 
again! Please make her cum! Pleeease! Fuck my wife harder! Oh God, please make 
her cum!"

It was convincing enough. After a few deep, quick strokes, we came together, our 
screams drowning out your pathetic pleading. Her cunt gripped me like a vise, 
her spasms milking me of every last drop of sperm.  As she lay under me, slowly 
recovering, her breath still coming in halting gasps, she whispered, just loud 
enough for you to hear, "Oh Parker, you're so good - sooo good, sooo fucking 
good..."

You spent the night tied to the bed as we slept. The next morning you were still 
standing, weary from a long night without sleep. We fucked for another hour as 
you watched helplessly with bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them just 
one sign that you finally knew your place.

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