Taking Annie 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..."