What Annie Can Give 

   Annie was very reluctant to do this.  She sat in her car, outside Dan's
apartment, puzzling over ways to get out of it.

   She should just tell her husband, she decided for the hundredth time,
but then also for the hundredth time she decided doing against that.  It
would hurt him too much to know.  Annie loved her husband despite his lack
of sexual drive.

   Annie realized that it was past time.  Dan would be impatient.  Tough
nuts to him, she thought, but he could cause big trouble.  Annie got out of
her car slowly.  Her big boobs instantly felt the winter cold.  She closed
her coat to warm them.  Dan had insisted she not wear a bra, an experience
that felt uncomfortable and totally awful to her.

   She walked up the path to the run-down house where Dan lived.  Standing
in a dark vestibule she studied the hand-printed cards by the doorbells. 
So many people living in one old house, she thought!  Annie lived in a nice
private home with her husband.  She hadn't had to put up with apartment
living since they were married.  Annie pressed the bell over the card that
said Dan Bishop.  The entryway door buzzed instantly.  She entered the dark
stairwell and began climbing the stairs, her footfalls echoing loudly, as
if proclaiming to the neighbors "Her comes Dan's personal slut."

   "Why did you wait in your car?" Dan asked when he opened his apartment
door to her.  He spoke warmly, like a boyfriend greeting a girlfriend. 
Annie realized that he must have been watching her.

   "You said 2 o'clock," Annie replied.  "I don't have to be here before
you say I do."

   "It's ten past two," Dan said.  "We agreed to one hour, so you have to
stay one hour even though you came late."

   "I don't want to do this, Dan," Annie said.

   "You have to," Dan said.  "Unless you want me to show your husband the
pictures you sent me, along with the emails that said you needed good
fucking."

   "That was just email fun," Annie said.  "I didn't know that I was
writing to someone who would know me.  When you asked to me send pictures
you said that you'd never show them to anybody," Annie continued, but she'd
already used up all her arguments in her emails to him since he'd revealed
himself and made his demands.

   "The bedroom is this way, Annie," Dan said, waving his hand in
indication.

   "No, not in your bedroom," Annie said.  "This room is okay."

   Dan shrugged his shoulders, and indicated the living room couch.

   "Take your coat off," Dan said, "and then your shirt."

   "I don't want to do this," Annie said again, but after a pause she
removed her coat.  Dan took it and threw it over a chair on the far side of
the room.

   "Do you want me to unbutton your shirt?" Dan asked, when Annie did
nothing further.

   "No, I'll do it," Annie replied.  She unbuttoned her shirt, being
careful not to do it slow striptease and also not so fast that she would
appear eager.  In ten years of marriage no man had seen Annie's boobs other
than her husband and a few doctors.

   "Oooh, those are really excellent!" Dan said.  I've had my eyes on your
boobs for a long time Annie.  Every time I've seen you.

   "You've made that obvious," Annie said acidly.

   Dan held out his hand demandingly, so Annie removed her shirt completely
and handed it too him.  He placed her shirt on her coat, well out of her
reach.  He returned and looked her over.  Annie was startled to see that
his eyes actually sparkled, like the eyes of a child looking through a
candy store window.  It had been many years since Annie's husband had
looked at her that way.  She had thought that was because she had gained
weight and was starting to show a few gray hairs.  Now she realized that
there was neglect on his part too.

   "Enjoy what you see," Annie said.  "That's all you get, and you only get
an hour."

   "Our agreement is for an hour of sucking," Dan said.  "That hasn't begun
yet."

   "The clock is already ticking," Annie said.

   "Well then," Dan said, pleasantly, sitting himself down beside her on
the couch, "I guess I'd better get licking!"

   He reached to Annie with both hands, grasping her nipples tenderly with
his fingers.  That surprised Annie, who had expected him to squeeze her
full-handed right at the start.  Instead he enjoyed her gently, touching
her nipples very lightly, not even lifting her boobs yet to feel their
weight.

   "These are the most beautiful boobs I've ever seen," Dan said, speaking
in an awed voice as if he were gazing at a painting of perfect boobs
instead of seeing real ones.

   Annie felt that her boob's stretch marks were ugly.  Ever since she was
a teenager she'd been envious of smaller-chested girls with their perfect
B-cups.

   Dan was only touching her left breast now, with the tip of one finger.
He sat there, tracing around her areola slowly, again and again, spiraling
inward to barely touch her nipple, and then repeating the tease.  Annie sat
on the couch, her breaths making her boobs rise and fall.

   Oh god, thought Annie, this was going to be more difficult than she had
expected.  He wasn't the clod she'd been prepared for.  He had a good
touch, a very good touch.  Annie had hoped he'd be satisfied with ten
minutes of sloppy sucking, followed by fifty minutes of her refusing his
pleas for more.  She expected to have to compromise with a hand job, but
only after she'd made him prove that her emails and pictures were erased
from his computer.

   But after ten long minutes, he was still doing his spiral tease. 
Annie's right breast was beginning to feel neglected.  She knew that she
was wet between her legs.

   "That tickles too much," Annie said, to escape him.  She leaned back to
retreat her boobs, but he quickly leaned forward to reclaim his due, this
time gently tweezing both of her nipples in his fingertips.

   "You're running out of time," Annie tried.

   "I'm just getting them ready for sucking," Dan said.  "My time doesn't
begin until you nurse me." Now he was feeling her whole boobs, squeezing
them carefully in his hands, pressing them, and pressing Annie back against
the couch until she had no retreat.

   "Our agreement," Dan said, pressing her breasts together and rubbing
them gently up and down opposite one another, as if rubbing a cock between
them, "is that you would let me suck your boobs while you wear only
panties; and you're supposed to have your hands in your panties, playing
with yourself, like you wrote that you were doing when you read my
anonymous emails.

   "I didn't agree to that in coming here," Annie said angrily.

   "You wrote it over and over in your emails," Dan said, "that you were
playing with yourself for me, and that when you play with yourself you have
fantasies of someone sucking your nipples."

   "Oh!" Annie moaned.  She knew where this was going.  She was already
wet, she could tell.  It was true, this was like in her fantasies.  She'd
told him too many of her secrets.  If she played with herself while he went
on doing what he was doing it would be like her fantasies coming true.

   "That's what you promised in your emails," Dan insisted.  He was still
playing with her boobs, squeezing them firmly now, and bouncing them. 
"Come on," he insisted.  His hands were exploring all over Annie's boobs
now.  She felt trapped, as if he would never let go, as if she'd have to
spend the rest of her life being his feel toy.

   Annie started unzipping her jeans.  It took her several minutes to
remove her shoes and jeans, squirming beneath him.  All the while he kept
fondling her boobs and kept her pressed against the couch.  By the time
she'd squirmed out of her pants she was half lying on the couch.

   Dan released one of her breasts, and with a smooth movement he lifted
her legs and laid her outstretched upon the couch.  Then he took her left
boob in two hands and brought his mouth to her nipple.  He licked, not
sucking yet.

   "Be a good girl with your hands," Dan coaxed, in between nipple licks.

   Annie moaned reluctantly again and reached down into her panties.  Her
fingers revealed that she was soaking with readiness.  She began touching
herself very slowly, carefully, trying to avoid true stimulation.

   Dan, his mouth now hungrily sucking Annie's right nipple, began undoing
his trousers with one hand.

   "What are you doing?" Annie asked, unnecessarily.  "We're not going to
have sex!"

   Dan ignored her, kicking off his shoes with his feet.  In a moment he
was naked except for his shirt.  He began stroking his cock as he fed from
Annie.

   Oh god, she thought.  Yes, this was fantasy that she'd first written to
him about, long before he'd revealed his identity.  She'd confessed a
fantast about a man, enamored with her boobs, becoming so horny from
sucking them that he stroked his cock while he nursed from her.

   Dan was giving her left nipple full mouth attention now, leaving her
right nipple feeling mouth-wet and exposed.  Annie was amazed to see how
full and erect her nipple was.  Her nipples were so beautiful and she was
so proud of them.  She's played with them thousands of times herself, but
had never achieved this much erect arousal.

   "Keep up with me," Dan's voice surprised her, "finger-fuck yourself." He
was stroking his cock quite fast now.  Annie, surrendering to lust, began
finger-fucking herself in earnest.  He was going to cum, and the woman in
Annie responded.  Shamefully, she felt that, forced or not, it was her
womanly duty to cum with him.

   "Mmm, your pussy sounds nice," Dan said, momentarily resting his face
between her boobs.

   Annie realized that she was indeed making wet sounds between her legs.
Was she too wet for him, she wondered, or was he saying that he liked her
that way?  Annie couldn't help being a woman.  She was being made love to
and so she wanted to please.

   Annie also realized that Dan's face was freshly shaved, making him feel
like a baby at her breasts, instead of scratching her with stubble like her
inconsiderate husband did.  She liked that baby-face feel.  She liked
everything about this accept that she was being forced.

   "Ah, ah, AH," Dan's deep moans came from between her boobs.  He wasn't
sucking on her at all now.  He was making her boobs caress his face, making
them make love to him.  Her nipples stood erect to either side of his face
as it nuzzled near her heart.

   "Ah, ah, ah," Dan moaned.  He was ready to cum.

   "Cum on my body," Annie said, knowing that she was betraying herself and
her marriage by asking this.

   Dan stood, pausing in his stimulation long enough to remove Annie's
panties.  She lifted her hips to permit it, and relaxed her legs willingly
as he spread them apart.

   He leaned over her, near her face, looking down at her pussy as her
fingers, now-willingly, coaxed.  He took his cock in his hand and used it
to caress her boobs, wetting them in a thin, warm streak.  As he stroked
his cock, he beat it against her boobs as if whipping, or as if beating a
primitive drumbeat upon them.

   "Oh, fuck I need you to cum!" Annie cried.  She was desperate for climax
now, but her female nature made her wait until the man enjoying her was
ready.

   "Any time," Dan gasped.  She realized that he was desperately waiting
for her, too.

   "Now.  Now.  Now!" Annie cried as her body convulsed, her hips bucking
and her boobs shaking as his white cream fountained out to fall upon them.

   "Yes, yes, on my boobs," Annie cried.

   He came again, and then a third time, splattering her boobs, making them
his property.  He stroked his cock frantically.  Annie watched, consumed
with lust.  Her boobs needed man-milk.  That's what they were for, for
giving milk and for bathing in milk.

   Annie and Dan breathed quietly for long moments.  Time was frozen as he
stood over her, a cock-ready conqueror over a bare-chested, surrendered
woman.

   Then he cupped her boobs from beneath with one hand and used his other
hand to cock-paint her nipples with his leftovers.

   "Now rub it in," Dan said.  Annie, her hand drenched with herself, used
her boobs as a pallet to mix their juices as she spread his cum out over
her tits.

   "Rub it in good," he said.  "Rub it into your heart."

   Annie did as he told her, acting like a girlfriend now, submissive to
her man.  She rubbed his plentiful delivery over her boobs until they were
sticky with it.

   "Your boobs are so big," Dan praised.  "I'd like to practice on you
every day, practice making cum for you, learning to make more and more
until I can cover your boobs entirely."

   Then Dan said, "stay here tonight." He was asking her, not ordering her.

   "I can't," Annie replied, sincerely feeling apologetic.  She knew that
he owned her now, that now two men owned her.  Life was going to be more
difficult than before, but she knew that she was enough woman to please
them both.  She knew that she was going to be his, in this room and in his
bedroom, many times in the future.  And she knew that this was what she had
wanted for a long time now.  "I can't ever stay the night," Annie said.  "I
can't give you everything that you'll want, but I'll always give you
everything that's yours."
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