0 comments/ 60537 views/ 4 favorites Annette By: Bi_c69 I met Annette on line and was very lucky to find her. You see, we both have an STD that we contracted from being careless in selecting sex partners several years ago. We had gotten together a few times and had sex but it was pretty vanilla. Annette is a professed lesbian although she is married for convenience and for show. She is a prominent attorney and is not ready to come out of the closet. She promised that our next time would be different and was it ever. We made a date for Friday night and this is what happened. When I arrived, Annette met me at the door in a very sheer nightie. I also noticed that she had nipple rings and although not positive, I was sure that she hadn't had pierced nipples the last time we met. I said something to here about the rings and she said they were clip on and she had some for me. She asked me if I was ready to loosen up and little and start having some kinky fun. I told her that depended on what she had in mind and as long as there was no severe pain involved, I was probably up to it. She pulled me to her and kissed me, then took me by the hand and led me directly to her bedroom. I have never seen her "husband" and I don't know where he is when I am there. I will get up the nerve to ask here some day. When we got to her room, it was dark with lit candles in several places. She had laid out about a dozen toys of various types and sizes on the bed. There were 2 strapons, one of which had 2 dildoes protruding from the harness. I had seen it before on the internet and it is designed for DP. I was up for that! There were several butt plugs too. One was small, one rather large and one humongous plug at least 3 or 4 inches in diameter. I have seen those on the internet before and actually my husband has a few porn flicks with girls taking them in their cunts. If Annette was going to us that thing on me, it was definitely going in my pussy and no place else. There was also a long, thin anal stimulator that was attached to a battery pack and a "butterfly" clit stimulator that you strap around your waist and it holds it on your clit. I have used that baby before and it will have you wet and weak kneed in no time. She kissed me again and slowly undressed me. I asked her what she had planned for tonight and she asked if I minded if tonight be her night. She said she felt very horny and slutty and wanted me to "do her right" so that she would cum so much that she would be too tired to do anything to me. I told her I would be happy to do anything she wanted done and with that she pulled me onto the bed and we fell in each other's arms, kissing and fondling our bodies. We did that for a very long time. Annette likes foreplay as much as I do and we have just kissed for as long as half an hour the last two times. This time was no different. We made each other cum several times, rubbing each other's clits and when I thought she was ready, I started moving down her body, kissing and licking all the way. I spent a long time on her tits. I am so impressed that her big tits are so firm for a woman in her 40's. I still am not sure if they are real but they sure are sensitive because she came several times while I sucked them. I then moved lower and kissed my way past her pussy and all the way down to her feet. She asked me to kiss her feet and although I have done that a time or two with other women with feet fetishes, I really don't get turned on by it. I wanted to please Annette though so I started kissing her feet, licking the soles and sucking on her toes. I couldn't believe it but she came as I was sucking her toes. This woman is very hot! After she came, I moved up to her pussy and began licking around her lips, spreading them and moving in and taking her huge clit in my mouth. She asked me to bite it and I took it between my teeth and gently nibbled. "Harder" she demanded, so I bit it pretty hard and she came again. At this point I am beginning to wonder what I have gotten myself into. She started squirting lots of juice out of her pussy, hitting my chin and actually splashing on my face. Her juices are so sweet and I love the way she tastes. My mouth is getting a little tired so I grabbed the butterfly and strapped it around her waist, positioning the vibrator over her clit. I turned it on and watched her squirm and shake all over the bed while cumming hard and squirting some more. While the butterfly was working its magic, I took the double strapon dildo and put it on. I had a one piece panty type harness and it fit pretty snug. I looked really strange with two cocks protruding from my waist. Each cock was about 7" long and about 1 1/2" thick. I then turned her over on her stomach and tried to make her get on her hands and knees but she was cumming continuously and shaking all over and I don't think she could have stayed that way. Up to this point, she had been moaning and groaning pretty loud but all of a sudden, she started screaming. I mean screaming at the top of her lungs. "Fuck Me you bitch" she screamed. "Fuck me till I pass out. Slam those two cocks of yours in my holes and make me beg for mercy." Once again, I wondered what I had gotten myself into but I was so turned on from watching her cum so hard and writhing on the bed that I wasn't about to back out now. I lubed the cocks and moved in to line them up with her holes. That was a little difficult because they flopped around and I had to start the first one in her ass and get in an inch or so before I could line up the other one and put it in her cunt. I finally got them both in a little, then with no warning, I slammed them both hard into her. She screamed and almost jumped off the bed which caused the one in her pussy to come out. I reinserted it and just laid there for a minute to let her calm down. She was breathing heavy and moaning when I started to fuck her. I would withdraw until just the head of the dildo in her ass was still in her (I have no idea how far the one in her cunt was) then I would push forward as hard as I could and drive both dildoes as far as they would go. Each time I sunk them in to the hilt, Annette would scream for me to fuck her harder. She started cursing me too, calling me a slut bitch and telling me that if I couldn't fuck her any harder she would find someone else. I was really starting to get into it and I noticed a pair of handcuffs on the nightstand so I grabbed them, pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. She didn't like that at all and started really cursing me. Of course she was cumming hard and screaming every word. I am really surprised that the neighbors didn't hear her but her closest neighbor is a few hundred feet away. At that point, I hauled off and swatted her ass with my right hand. "That's it you bitch. Hurt me!" she begged. I thought that maybe the slap might shut her up but it only fueled the fire and I was really wondering if I had gotten myself into something I might regret. Then I remembered our conversation about respecting each other's limits and figured that she hasn't given me any indication so far that she would not so I will continue until something happens to the contrary. Her screaming was beginning to hurt my ears and she ignored my repeated demands to shut up so I took the middle sized butt plug and forced it into her mouth until only the flat end was sticking out. She gagged a little and I could see tears in her eyes but I also knew that she liked what I was doing. Through all of this, the dildoes had remianed lodged in her cunt and ass and I began to fuck her again. As hard as I could this time. Slamming so hard that the smack caused by my hips hitting her ass cheeks made a deafening sound. Annette was shaking violently now and jumping all around on the bed. I actually had to chase her to keep the cocks inside her and it was really getting hard to fuck her. One thing that was constant though...her orgasms and squirting. Now I have seen a few women who squirt when they cum and they were usually pretty forceful when they did, but Annette was squirting around the dildo and it was still splashing all over me. There seemed to be no end to it either. I don't think she squirted every time she came be she squirted more than anyone I have ever seen. Unbelievable! I attempted to fuck her for a few more minutes but it was becoming increasingly more difficult because she wouldn't hold still. I made a mental not to make sure to tie her up the next time. I finally withdrew the dildoes and turned off the butterfly. I uncuffed her and rolled her over and took the butt plug out of her mouth. "Damn girl, you almost made me pass out" she whimpered. "Hell I would have" I laughed. She then pulled me down on top of her and kissed me. Then she said in a hoarse voice. "You'll have your chance next time lover." I can't wait! Annette I woke up with sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. My head hurt a little, but not as much as I deserved. I'd stayed up late the previous night drinking with my brother Sam, his girlfriend Annette, and their friend Mickey. Mickey was staying over so he and Sam could get up early to go fishing, and what had started as a couple of drinks had evolved into something more serious. I got up and wandered around the house; went to the bathroom, put the kettle on to make tea. Sam and Mick had obviously left hours ago, and hadn't bothered to clean up before they went. I checked the news on the internet till the kettle whistled. As I got up to go to the kitchen, I heard a voice from Sam's bedroom calling "make me tea if you have any mercy!". I opened Sam's bedroom door. Annette was lying under the doona, looking angelic as always. I'd been hoping I'd catch her undressed, but no such luck. "What if I have no mercy?" I asked. "Oh please," she said. "You big bad boys made me drink all those nasty drinks last night, and I think I must have been allergic to one of them, because my head hurts really badly." "Yeah right," I said. "Or maybe it was something you ate. How do you have it?" "White and sweet, please, just like me." White and sweet was exactly the way to describe her, too. She had soft blonde hair, Angelina Jolie lips, and fuck me eyes. And I desperately wanted to fuck her. Watching her in a short skirt or a bikini had been a wet dream come true for me ever since she'd met Sam. I just went and made the tea. When I brought the cup back to her room, she was still lying in the bed. I placed it on the bedside drawers and started to leave. "Hey, stay and talk to me" she called. I wasn't going to refuse any reasonable request from her, so I sat on the bed. We chatted for a while, until she decided it was time to drink her tea, so she had to sit up in the bed. Finally, I thought, I get to see what she is wearing. She sat up, and she was wearing nothing at all. Her soft milky breasts were shamelessly visible to me. She smiled at me. "You've seen a woman naked before, haven't you?" she asked. "Well yes," I replied, "but not you." "I thought I might give you a thrill," she told me. "So how come you don't have a girlfriend?" I was beginning to have a problem, with my cock getting hard and trying to part my robe. But no way was I going to chicken out of this situation. Sam was away all day, and I would watch his girlfriend undressed until then if I could. "I have high standards. And I want to finish studying before I get too involved" I told her. "But you're not a virgin, are you?" she asked. You have fucked a girl, haven't you?" I was intimidated by the directness of the question, and her undress, but I was going to see where this conversation led. "Of course!" I told her. "Tell me about it" she said. "Tell me about your last fuck. Tell me everything." What was she trying to achieve here? "Are you really interested?" I asked. She sat up straighter so I could tell she really was wearing nothing at all. The curve of her hips, where panties would be, was visible to me. "When I get a hangover like this, I get really horny. Really horny. Like you would not believe. And Sam is not here to satisfy me, so I want you to talk dirty to me. I want to hear every detail of your last fuck, and don't censor anything, or I'll never give this privilege again." That made sense. "OK then, it was with Sue. You know Sue who finished her degree and got the job in Sydney? Well it was in the last week she was here. We'd been fucking on and off for a few months, and she and I went out to dinner together as a sort of goodbye. We went to this place in the city where every table is in a separate cubicle, and there are lots of hangings so it's very private. We planned a special fuck, so she wore a short skirt and black stockings and no knickers. I wore no underwear either. "Dinner was a lot of fun, we were groping each other under the table the whole time. I had two fingers up her cunt half the night, and every time the waiter came I had to take them out. The last time, as the waiter came to the table I stuck one finger in her mouth, so she licked her cunt juices off my finger in front of the waiter. I don't think he knew what day it was, let alone what we were doing. She tried to give me a blow job under the table as well, but we couldn't really get comfortable, so we didn't achieve that. Just as we were leaving I told her to undo another button on her blouse, so as we left the restaurant you could have easily seen her breasts if you'd looked." Annette was engrossed in the story. She'd raised her knees and seemed to be stroking herself under the doona. "So she got your cock out in the restaurant, did she?" she asked. "Oh yes," I replied. "In fact she made it a rule that I had to eat the whole main course with my cock out. Once she thought the waiter was coming over to us, and she hid it under the table cloth, but when she realised he was going to another table she put it back where she could see it." "So after dinner, we were as horny as all get out, and went for a walk down by the river, you know, where the expensive apartments are. It wasn't late, but there was nobody else down there. Unfortanately it's pretty well lit, and there is nowhere to hide, so it's really hard to find a private spot. Eventually we found a bench behind a garden, overlooking the river. There were some people barbequeing on a balcony of one of the apartments, but the garden hid us from them." I could hear slippery noises from under the doona now, and Annette's face was fixed on my groin. "Get on with it!" she gasped. "We sat down on the bench, and I undid the rest of Sue's buttons, and opened her blouse so that her breasts were fully revealed. There was nobody to see, but it was the principle of the thing. Then I slid my finger into her cunt, and played with her clit, and we kissed with as much tongue as we could manage. She spread her legs as wide as she could, with her cunt open to the river, and we stayed that way till she came, sort of going 'oh, oh, oh'. Then she told me she needed to be fucked. She stood up, and leaned on the rail by the river. I stood behind her, lifted her skirt, and slipped my cock into her wet cunt. After only a few strokes I came hard inside her, and we both had to sit on the bench to recover." Annette had stopped looking at me now, her face was contorted, and she was breathing hard. The doona must have been frustrating her, because she threw it off, and I could see that with one hand she had two fingers in her cunt, and with the other she was playing her clit. She was a true blonde, I noted, and she shaved. She really was perfect after all! With almost a scream, she came, and she moaned and thrashed and quivered and moaned some more. I was awestruck. I slipped my robe off and started stroking my cock. For a few minutes more, she writhed and gasped and made all sorts of cute orgasmic noises. I continued pumping my cock, wondering what was coming next. She lay back on the pillow, and finally saw what I was doing. "I really need to be fucked, now" she told me. "But I'm sorry, you can't do it." I felt that sinking feeling... "I do want to see you come, though, I'm just not taking any chances. Do you want me to suck you off? Jerk you off?" I had had this fantasy many times. I straddled her chest, so that my cock hung over her chin. "Jerk me off," I told her. Her hands reached up and started jerking me in front of her face. She had a gorgeous face. Framed by blonde hair, with Angelina Jolie lips and fuck me eyes. Her fuck me eyes watched my cock. Her small hands pumped me. I lifted her head higher on the pillow, and said "I'm about to come. Look at me. And keep your mouth wide open." And she did. Annette Despite the descriptions and the paintings that had made their way to England, nothing had prepared Annette for her first glimpse of Versailles. Fountains played in the ornamental gardens while ladies with large fans sat on fine stone benches taking the air. The scent of the numerous rose bushes tantalized her nostrils with its perfume and the beautifully shaped bushes had not a leaf out of place. The gardens were something to behold, however Annette was not there to gaze upon topiary. Versailles was the home of the King of France and his court and Annette eagerly looked forward to being presented, maybe even to find a husband. Annette allowed her eyes to cast about her once more – there were a few sets of shapely breeches strolling around the gardens – she allowed her gaze to rest upon a particularly pleasing pair for a moment. She glanced upwards to catch a glimpse of his face. He was attractive, in a traditional type of way, certainly one to seek an official introduction to. Or maybe unofficial, Annette didn't necessarily play by the rules and this was one of the reasons she found herself in France in the first place. Lady Annette was 19 years of age and had been sent to France by her father. Two young men had decided that they were both worthy of her hand and had taken matters into their own hands. After a botched duel, where both ended up injured, her father, Sir Roger, decided that the best thing to do was to get her out of the way and Annette had begged for France, claiming it would improve her prospects. 'Father couldn't know about the rumours', mused Annette to herself, 'otherwise he would never have sent me'. In London, the word was the French court was scandalous, talk of dangerous liaisons in dark corners and decadence beyond avarice. Fortunately for Annette, Sir Roger rarely frequented court and relied on his representative and informant, Annette's older brother, James. Not wanting to be removed from court himself, James only fed his father the more savoury tidbits of information. Annette had begged James not to tell their father about the court of France and asked him only to point out the potential marriage prospects. And so, here she was. Stepping into the cool stone room from the heat of outside, she was for a moment disorientated and nearly swooned. Her arm was caught by an attractive young man – the same young man who had been the source of her gaze earlier. "Je m'excuse, Mademoiselle," a soft, yet strong voice reached her ears. Seeing she didn't immediately understand, he spoke in broken English, 'You were about to fall, I hope I didn't offend you by touching you thus? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gabriel Du Pique' "No," stammered Annette, 'Merci beaucoup." He bowed to her and left. Over the next few weeks, Annette made many friends and broke a few hearts as the custom required. But she wanted more than boring small talk behind her fan in the company of her chaperone. Two young men in particular had caught her eye – Gabriel Du Pique and his friend Benoit Chattelour. But who to choose? Gabriel had the typical dark hair and dark eyes of the continental male and had what one would describe as 'rugged good looks'. Benoit on the other hand, was sandy haired with an angelic face which radiated innocence. Jeanne had warned her that Gabriel had a reputation for breaking young ladies hearts claiming none of them good enough for him – Annette viewed this as her own personal challenge, yet Benoit's innocence offered a challenge of a different kind. Both, in her eyes, were worth pursuing but even she knew that she would have to choose. The key was to keep them separate and both liaisons going until she had decided which. Pleased with this solution to her thorny issue, Annette prepared for the evening with care. She had sent a letter to Benoit, suggesting that she would need to take some air during that evening and he was to offer to escort her. The letter more than implied that he would be in receipt of more than just her gratitude. The ball was, as usual, a decadent affair with men and women whirling around the ballroom. Occasionally the king himself would join in, although more often than not, he watched, keeping a greedy eye on the beautiful young ladies who graced his floor. After a dance or so, Annette pleaded the need for a breath of air. Her chaperone at once stood, but Annette asked her to sit. "I will be fine, cherie, I will merely step outside the door, take some air and return. Do not trouble yourself." Jeanne, her chaperone, heaved a small sigh of relief. She was in pain with her feet and the less walking the better. Besides, she could see the door from her seat. She waved Annette to the door –"Attention, ma petite, make sure that no-one speaks to you without permission," and then, satisfied that her duty was done, sank back into her chair. Waltzing her way over to the door, she at once lost herself in a group of giggling girls to hide herself from Jeanne's eye. Annette felt not even a mere twinge of guilt at betraying her chaperone, this was the game she had come to France to play – and she was a very good player. As she had expected, this part of the garden was far from deserted. Several young ladies and gentlemen were 'taking the air' with the ever present companion walking a respectable, yet obvious distance behind. Annette slipped into the shadows of the palace and carefully made her way to the ornamental lake. She brushed through the lavender, allowing the warm scent to cover her and finally reached her destination, a small love seat set in a glade next to the lake. Discreet, yet public, Annette felt this was the perfect place for her little tête-a-tête with Benoit. She felt her heart beating a little harder – she was a little nervous. Unused to this emotion, Annette interpreted it as excitement and gracefully took her seat, the very picture of an English Rose. Out of the shadows of the trees, stepped a figure. He took Annette's hand and kissed it gently, murmuring his greeting. 'Shall we 'take the air', my lady?' Trembling slightly, she held out her hand, which he took in his. He pulled her firmly to his side, making her gasp and pressed his lips to hers. After a moment's shock, Annette responded to the kiss and ran her hand up into the young man's dark hair. Dark hair? Benoit was blond and in the moonlight, his hair would gleam silver. Annette tried to pull away but the young man was too strong for her. "A secret rendezvous, my lady? With another man? Tsk, tsk, now that is méchant – how you say - naughty. Well my lady, let me show you how 'naughty' you are. Yes?" Realising that she was completely in his power, Annette had little choice but to nod. His arm was tight across her waist, allowing his other hand to explore her body. He ran his hand up the side of her body and across the top of her chest. Surely, he wouldn't be so bold as to.... She felt his grip around her waist slightly loosen as he unlaced her corset. His hand slipped easily down the front and cupped her breast. She breathed deeply and felt her bosom rise, he firmly grasped her nipple and tweaked it. Annette let out a gasp, she had never before been treated in such a manner, but she was enjoying it. A small part of her knew that she was being taken advantage of, but she had never experienced such excitement; it was welling up in her body. Her corset now unlaced, the young man spun Annette round and crushed his lips to hers in a forceful kiss. He backed her onto the love seat and threw up her skirts, revealing her undergarments. Annette could feel herself getting more aroused by the minute. He ran his hand up her leg, finding her most sensitive area. He fondled her between her legs and, finding the space which allowed access to that most private of areas, began to explore with his fingers. Annette gasped as his fingers entered her. Although she had 'experience', it had previously been on her terms and this was most certainly not. However, a wave of pleasure swept through her body as the slightly forceful fingers thrust. As swiftly as he had begun, Gabriel removed his hand and flipped her skirts down. He placed himself decorously next to her and took her hand, gently but firmly. The fire was in her breast and it heaved wildly, but Gabriel laid his finger on her lips. She could taste her musky juices and she realized quickly that she had to be still and refined. "Bon Soirée, Madame, Monsieur," a light voice greeted them. With a jolt, Annette realised that she was still in that spot she had chosen to meet Benoit – and it was indeed the handsome young man she had stalked as her prey. However, she was now at the mercy of Gabriel and she couldn't – even with her feminine wiles and wit – see a way she could extricate herself from the situation gracefully. Benoit nodded to Gabriel and taking Annette's other hand, led her around to a similar chair – this one far more secluded. "It is most unlikely we shall be disturbed here," the blond gentleman said. Smiling, he kissed the hand that he held and Annette was strangely unafraid. On the contrary, she could feel the warmth rising in her once more, from her toes up into her hips, and up to her face. He spun her into him and kissed her hard, almost crushing her to him. She responded passionately and he ran his hands down her dress, noting that she was already unlaced. He sat her on the bench and knelt at her feet, whilst Gabriel stood behind. This bemused her, until, with a swift motion he dipped under her dress and parted her legs. Her damp underwear was pulled to one side and she moaned as Benoit's tongue flicked over her opening. She writhed with pleasure but found herself unable to move too far as Gabriel's strong arms were wrapped around her body. She moaned deeply, feeling the ecstasy build in her, he flicked over her most sensitive area and she climaxed on his lapping tongue. "And now my lady, you will pleasure us," Gabriel's deep voice murmured into her ear. "For teasing, for flirting, for lying – you must pay." The pressure on her arms released slightly but she was in no less of a compromising position as she was stood upright in the clearing. He stroked her dress. "Let us remove this mademoiselle, we would not wish such finery to be spoilt." If Annette had any objections in the matter, she was powerless to resist as Gabriel held her arms and manipulated her out of her dress leaving her standing in her bloomers and loosened corset. Benoit lay his cloak on the floor and indicated her to kneel. She did so as he undid his breeches and allowed his nine inches to spring out. He held her head and guided himself into her mouth. This, she understood. She began to suck gently, rubbing her hand up his shaft, allowing his natural juices to lubricate as she pulsed gently up and down. She was enjoying the gentle rhythm when she found herself being pushed onto all fours. She gasped in reaction and was immediately told to continue what she was doing. What came next didn't come as a surprise. In this vulnerable position, her bloomers were pulled to her knees, exposing her backside to the air. Her legs were once again parted and this time, a large, thick cock nudged at her entrance. She was so wet by this time that Gabriel slid in without further encouragement. He began to pump, gently at first but then harder and harder forcing her to take Benoit deeper and deeper into her throat. Gabriel was hard and fast and she felt completely used. Benoit twitched as her mouth closed over his cock in reaction and withdrew. "Your pardon Madamoiselle, but we are – how you say – turntaking." Benoit rolled Annette onto her back and mounted her in the more familiar style. What was less familiar were Gabriel's balls that were dangled in her mouth. "Not so clever now, Mademoiselle?" Gabriel enquired. Her mouth was too full to answer. He removed his ever-tightening balls and replaced them with his cock – she could feel it was at bursting point. Benoit was thrusting hard and he was obviously on the edge of his orgasm. Gabriel raised a hand. Between them, they moved Annette back onto the bench – just the right height for Benoit to continue and for Gabriel to fuck her mouth. Annette was close once more and was frustrated by the move but trapped by her gentlemen friends. However, she didn't have to wait long. Both men thrust simultaneously and streams of white hit the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed, dribbling it down herself which Gabriel eagerly licked off. The sight of this made Benoit buck and empty himself in her hot and sticky cunt. As he did so, she came loudly and found her mouth full of Gabriel's softer cock. "Shh my lady." He stood, Benoit having completed, and redressed her. "Next time, we will try something a little different, no?"