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Dave & Diane Ch. 2

By: AnnabelleandJay



Chapter 2: Diane's Web

Diane awoke in her bed at home. Her mind was cloudy and confused. She had no idea what time it was, only that it was dark outside. Was it still the night of the party or had she slept through an entire day, she wondered? She looked over to see Dave's empty side of the bed. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, struggling to remember, struggling to separate her dreams from reality. Her whole body was sore and ached. She would have sworn she had a hangover, but she had drunk almost nothing during last night. "My God!" she said staring at the clock beside the bed. The clock told her that she had slept through the entire remainder of Saturday and well into Sunday evening. 

Her mind was reeling. Had her husband, Dave, really set up a 50th birthday/25 year anniversary sex party, where she was the object of a 20-man orgy? Had she willingly given herself to any man in the room? Had she really screwed six guys at one time, while every opening in her body was filled? Had she really… She stopped and tried to focus her thoughts. Glancing down, she saw dried cum all over her body! She gingerly spread her legs and saw that the lips of her vagina were red, enormously swollen and sore to the touch. She slid her hand down farther between her legs and felt the raw, swollen ring of her anus. The nipples or her large breasts were chaffed, bruised and rock hard. "Christ, this is great," she groaned sarcastically, looking at her erect nipples. "I'm going to be perpetually in heat." Then she stopped, thinking that this reminded her of something, but she couldn't remember what. She had clearly had sex and lots of it.

Diane limped into the bathroom and slipped into a hot shower, hoping to begin to piece together the previous night. As the hot water streamed down on her, she remembered the last part of the night clearest. Dave, her husband, and Steve, the limousine driver who took her to the hotel, brought her home. She remembered leaving the hotel wearing nothing but stockings, spike heels and Steve's tuxedo jacket. 

When they arrived home, Dave and Steve had fucked her before she finally collapsed. Steve had the largest cock she had ever seen in all of her 50 years! It must have been 18 inches and thicker that her arm. She had tried to suck him off during the gangbang party, but never quite got the job done. Then, when the three of them arrived home, she could recall herself seductively saying to them, "Yes! Yes! I want you both in me!" And, naturally, they gladly obliged, with Steve sliding under her and her husband around back. Her cunt was so stretched from the all-night fucking, that it easily accommodated Steve's gigantic prick. They double penetrated her several times, with Dave always in her ass. She remembered Dave saying "Baby, I'm going to be your backdoor man from now on." Dave had screwed her more in the ass last night than he had in twenty-five years of their marriage. As she recalled, she enjoyed it quite a bit! As well as enjoying the numerous times that the guys in the hotel room took her anally that night. 

The night washed back into her mind like the warm shower water. Yes, she remembered Steve trying to stuff his enormous penis into her asshole while Dave lay beneath her, fucking her. After all the stretching her asshole had undergone that night, it still wasn't large enough. Standing in the shower, Diane could clearly recall moaning to Steve, "Don't give up on me, Sweetheart. I have to have that big cock in my ass. I'll work and stretch it out for you. I promise." She made this promise while kissing and screwing her husband. And she remembered sucking Dave while sitting on Steve's massive member. She would ride up and down on his cock, using her legs to lift herself completely off his giant cock, and then release and slide down his entire length. And Steve was delirious, cumming again and again. He said he had never met a woman who could take all of his size. But Diane could and did, over and over again, into the early morning hours. When it was all over, Diane remembered being carried upstairs and put in bed.

Diane now stepped from the shower, threw on her bathrobe and went downstairs to see if she could find Dave. There was no Dave, but she did find a note on the kitchen counter. It read: "Go to the computer. And don't forget to answer your e-mail." She stared in confusion at the note. The last note she received from Dave began the whole gangbang party process. "I'm getting a little tired of this note shit," she said to herself as she walked into the study and sat down at the computer desk. The screen saver was running and it was only when Diane moved the mouse that she realized what she was looking at, as the screen flickered and changed.

There on the computer screen was a web page entitled "The Party." The only other words on the entire page said "Contact her" and an email address link. Diane stared at the page in disbelief. She was on the web page!!! There were tiny thumbnail pictures of her in the hotel room spread all over the monitor screen. She clicked on a tiny photo, and a large version leapt onto the screen. There she was in the photo, sucking some guy while he came in her mouth. She sat amazed as another click showed her being double penetrated by two men. She was sitting astride one man, his large cock stuffed her pussy, while another reamed her ass. Another click displayed two enormous black dicks jammed into her cunt at the same time. "Oh, my God!" she thought. "Did I really do that?" Diane noticed the face of the radiant woman on the screen. It was a face glowing with pure sensuous, sexuality. She had never really seen herself while having sex before. But from this point of view, she could see what Dave saw when they made love. She was vibrant, and amazing! The photos did not lie. 

Diane clicked again and her breath caught in a sudden inhale, amazed to see herself on her hands and knees and a man with his hand and arm buried into her cunt. His arm literally disappeared inside her, half way up his forearm. "Well, I guess that explains why I'm so sore this morning." She had never been fisted before. But she could now clearly remember the moment of pain and pleasure when she could feel the final thumb knuckle roll inside her, stretching the muscles of her vaginal folds. And she remembered exploding in a searing, red light of sexual ecstasy. Now, her hand drifted down to her vagina and her bathrobe fell open as she remembered the party. She gently began rubbing her clit, noticing that a small pool of wetness had already begun to soak through the robe. 

She clicked another photo and her mouth fell open. "I couldn't have done that!" she exclaimed aloud, as she stared at the monitor. There she was, on the computer screen, with a champagne bottle stuffed into her cunt. Only three or four inches of the bottle remained visible, as she ground her hips down onto it. Behind her, a young, slim, black man was hunched over her with his long, thin penis pushing into her asshole. In the photo she saw some drops of cum squirting out, as his prick pushed in her ass. "Unbelievable," she murmured to herself, as her fingers began to move faster and faster over her erect clitoris.

Breathing harder, Diane scrolled down the web page to the final panel of photos, and while she didn't want to admit it, she knew instinctively what she would see there. One clicked and she realized that what she had hoped to be a cloudy dream was, in fact, reality. On the screen, her own face looked back at her. But it wasn't a face she had ever seen before in any mirror. This face was the face of carnal desire, as her eyes rolled back in sensual delight and her mouth an open moan of pleasure. And they're, clinging to her back, and locked around her upturned ass, was a huge, brown Great Dane. Diane could hardly believe her eyes as she shook her head, trying to convince herself that it was not she on the screen.

She clicked the mouse again, this time revealing a photo taken from the side of her and the dog. She could clearly see the dog's large, bright, red penis jamming inside her cunt. Her ass was arched high allowing the animal better entry. Diane stared at image of the large, red penis stuck inside her. Sitting in front of the screen, Diane could feel it all coming back to her. Her fingers began to rub her clit faster and faster. Diane could feel herself panting hard, her large breasts now bouncing as she masturbated. She was hot, flushed and sweating, as she could now clearly remember the pounding of the animal's hips against her ass. She threw the bathrobe off, now hot and on fire, her body covered with sweat. Sitting nude in the chair, Diane began to pump her hips against her hand, just as she had done against the dog's thrusts. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned, as she knew her orgasm was approaching. "One more, just one more," she howled, clicking on the final picture. 

The computer whirred, and a new window popped open, telling her that a 12-second video was loading. "Come on, come on!" she urged the machine frantically. Then, the player window came alive with sounds and motion. There she was, in a video, moaning and writhing, as the dog clung to her back and fucked her. The speed of the dog's hips amazed her, revealing only glimpses of its huge red penis thrusting in and out. Diane's fingers savagely worked at her wet pussy as her orgasm overcame her. As she shook from the first wave of her orgasm, she saw herself and the dog on the monitor starting to cum. The moan that was coming from the computer's speakers abruptly stopped as the video cut off.

Diane sat quietly in the chair at the computer desk for several minutes after her orgasm ended. She could no longer explain, or think, or reason after what she had seen. "Fucking a dog is one thing," she murmured. " But liking it is another. And Dave took a movie of it." All during her life, she had preferred being in control of things. She was a successful executive, a mother of three grown children, and a mature, 50-year-old woman. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like this, like a sixteen year old girl, who's hormones had just kicked in. And yet, the woman on the screen in front of her was sexy, vibrant, alive, and charged with a sexual radiance that was hard to explain. As she sat in front of the computer, a small envelope icon in the lower corner of the screen continued to flash. Remembering Dave's note, which said, "Answer your mail," Diane clicked on the icon. 

A mail server and address she had never seen popped open and told her that she had 364 e-mails. People were sending her e-mails! She began to curiously to sift through them, praying that there wasn't one from someone who recognized her. Some were pictures of guys' cumming on computer screens with her image on it. Many were raves telling her that she was the sexiest woman on the face of the earth and asking if they could join her next party. There were even four proposals of marriage. One e-mail came from a West Coast biker gang telling her that they had decided to appoint her their "Gang Momma," and all she needed to do was show up for the initiation. She smiled to herself.

Diane paused as she started to open the next one, seeing that it read "To Animal Lover." She opened it to find a brief note, a web link address, and a password. The sender commended her for her dog show on the web site and offered her a free weekend stay at his farm resort in the mountains of Tennessee. He described it as a resort for "selected couples with unusual tastes." He directed her to the web address and instructed her to type in the password he supplied. And that was all. No further explanation and no name was given. Intrigued, Diane clicked the link and typed in the password. 

The screen bounced to a simple, plain web page. There was no writing on the page, just pictures. It looked like a typical promotion page for a resort ranch, displaying a beautiful hotel and some barns. She saw group photos of four couples, obviously patrons at the resort. They all appeared happy and were smiling, carrying cameras and camcorders as typical tourists do. Diane noted that the couples were all very normal looking, certainly not models for the web site advertisement. She saw a paunchy guy, slightly overweight, together with his wife, a gorgeous blonde. Her large breasts were amply displayed in a low cut dress, which seemed out of place to Diane, this being a ranch resort. "Obviously a trophy wife," Diane noted to herself as she identified what were clearly huge breast implants on the blonde. Diane scrolled down the page in an instant she saw the true nature of the ranch. 

The screen was filled with pictures showing women having sex with horses. There were photos of the men taking pictures or movies of the woman with the horses. In another photos, other wives were kneeling in front of the men, with cocks stuffed in their mouths, while the men took photos of a woman and a horse. "This is too wild!" Diane murmured to herself, then falling silent as she realized that she has recently had sex with a dog. 

Diane sat and stared at the screen in amazement. She had been invited to spend a weekend having sex with horses in Tennessee. She was equally amazed at the size of the horse's cocks and the willingness of the women to do it. She clicked another photo and once again the computer indicated that a movie was loading. This one was 4 minutes in length and took longer to load. Suddenly the sound of horse snorts came out of the speakers as the screen jumped to life. There was the trophy blonde inside a well-lit barn, on her hands and knees on top of a 2 foot elevated platform, which was covered with padding and straps for her to hang on to. Someone stepped into the picture and smeared a lubricant all over the blonde's ass as another man brought a large black stallion in. The horse sniffed the blonde's ass and snorted again. In a sudden lunge, the horse rose up and rested his front to legs on the platform. Swinging between his legs was a massive, thick cock, which tapered out to a large black head. Diane guessed that if was well over two and a half feet as she sat and watched the video play. She watched as the blonde's huge tits swung back and forth as she pumped her hips, perhaps trying to entice the horse. 

Diane dropped her hand again into her lap and began spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she watched the woman on the screen. As the blonde rocked back and forth on the screen, Diane slipped two fingers in her dripping cunt and began to work them in and out. On the screen, the horse's handler lifted the giant horse cock up and steered the massive head into the blonde's generous hole. Both Diane and the blonde on the screen let out simultaneous groans as the stallion rocked forward, imbedding six inches of cock into the woman. The blonde then rocked her ass from side to side and pushed against the horse, causing another six inches to wedge into her cunt. Diane responded to this sight by shoving two more fingers into herself. She worked her four fingers desperately into her cunt as if trying to match the actions she saw on her computer.

The blonde was now clinging to the straps anchored on the platform as the huge horse snorted and pushed. Another six inches disappeared. With that, the blonde began to push and pull, moving back and forth, and finally impaling herself each time on at least two feet of shining horse dick. She slid up and back, taking more and more of the horse's penis in with each stroke. Each time the woman pulled herself forward, the wetness on the black cock caught the light and glistened momentarily, then plunged back into the darkness.

"She's done this more than once," Diane thought to herself, perhaps with a touch of envy, as she watched the blonde manipulate the massive horse cock inside her. Unable to resist, Diane tightened the four fingers stuffed into her loosened cunt, pulled her thumb into the middle of her hand and pushed her entire fist into her hot vagina. She expected more resistance and perhaps a burst of pain. But she found only pleasure. This time was not as painful as the first time she had been fisted two nights ago. She realized her smaller hand had been the reason for the easy entry. She lifted her leg onto the computer table to give herself better access, and began plunging her fist deeper and deeper into her vagina, while she stared at the buxom blonde on the screen.

The blonde was now pumping furiously as she rode the horse's cock with true mastery. She was accommodating well over two feet of the horse's dick with the ease of a jockey, sliding up and back on the dark pole. Suddenly, the horse snorted, shifted its back legs and began to tense. The blonde froze in mid-stroke, held perfectly still for a brief moment, and then released the most sensuous moan Diane had ever heard in her life. With that, the horse moved back, dragging his lengthy cock out of the blonde. As the head of the cock finally emerged from the blonde's well-used slit, the horse's penis fell heavily away and it dismounted from the platform. The blonde continued to tense her body for several moments, as the lens on the camera zoomed in, focusing on her cunt. Diane heard a voice from behind the camera saying to the blonde, "OK, I've got it," meaning the close-up camera shot. Then, with another moan from the blonde, a torrent of horse semen flooded out of the woman's cunt. Quarts of liquid gushed out of her steaming cunt, splattering onto the platform, instantly reminding Diane of her bout with the dog. 

With her leg propped up on the desk and her fist crammed deeply into her cunt, Diane leaned forward and clicked the mouse to play the video again. As the blonde once again rode the huge, black horse's dick, Diane rammed her fist in and out of herself. Instinctively, she spread her fingers open on each pull back send and added sensation through the walls of her vagina. She pumped his fist faster and faster, working to go deeper but realizing that the angle of her arm would not allow it. Then she could feel it. The tingling sensations, turning to a burning, then contractions turning to waves of delight marking her orgasm. She screamed again as she had done a few minutes ago during her first orgasm. The scream echoed throughout the house.

Moments passed as Diane sat resting in the chair, her leg still on the desk and her fist still stuffed inside her. Her breathing slowed and the flushed redness of her flesh started to fade. Then a voice from behind her spoke.

"WOW. I've never seen anything like that in my life."

Startled, Diane spun around to find her husband, Dave, standing there with his erect cock in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. Dave walked over to her and placed his hand over her hand, which remained inside her. Embarrassed, Diane was speechless. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, giving birth to three kids, and sharing the most humiliating moments of her life with him, being caught in this masturbation scene had totally embarrassed her. Slowly, Dave took her hand and eased it out of her vagina. He knelt down between her legs and slowly began to lick the wetness from her hand and fingers.

"That was absolutely amazing," he murmured, continuing to lick her hand while his other hand stroked his erect cock. Then he lowered his head and softly began to lick her moist pussy, slowly lapping at her enormous labia. The lips of her vagina were enlarged and swollen several times their normal size. The activities of the gangbang, their threesome with Steve, and her self-fisting was obvious on her genitals. Dave tenderly sucked on each lip as he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her. He moved his tongue up and back and finally focused on the swollen bud of her clitoris. 

Diane began to breathe heavily as Dave's tongue flicked and teased her clit. She realized that her masturbation had really turned Dave on. Instead of being embarrassed, she felt a surge of pride and power at being able to get him that hot, especially after all these years. Of course, she did remember that every time she looked at him during the gangbang party, he had a raging erection in his pants. And he had never fucked her as furiously or as wildly as he did when he and Steve shared her after the party. She smiled as she reached out and pulled his face firmly into her crotch, pressing his mouth harder onto her aching cunt. 


Dave & Diane Ch. 2



Dave was now sucking her swollen clit and rolling it around with his tongue. Diane began grinding her hips into his face as he sucked and lick her. The moist, slurping sounds increased, as she became wetter and wetter, now on the edge of another orgasm. Sensing that she was about to come, Dave locked his mouth on her clit and furiously worked his tongue back and forth. Diane pulled harder on Dave's head, burying his face deeper and deeper into her as she pumped faster and faster. Diane exploded into him, bathing Dave's mouth in a wash of warm liquid. Dave slurped and lapped at her moisture as she pumped in the chair, each diminishing wave receding to a smaller one. 

Though she was still coming down from her climax, Dave gently slipped his hand beneath his chin and stuffed three fingers into her soaking cunt. Diane went wild again, and started bucking and humping again. She knew what Dave wanted to do to her.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Push it in! Do it!" she urged. 

With that, Dave rolled his large hand and pushed. Despite how stretched she was and how wet she was from excitement, Dave's hand was still too big to do this without lubrication. Disappointed, Diane was about to ease up when she heard several odd sounds and sensed Dave reaching for something on the floor. She heard the rattling of paper, a scrape of a plastic lid and then felt Dave's other hand on her cunt. It was covered with warm, slippery goo that Dave quickly smeared into her hungry opening. First his fingers went in, then all of the knuckles of his hand went in her, and then she held her breath as she could feel him working his thumb in. He was working his hand in and out of her, a little deeper with each forward thrust. She felt the tingling rush of her tissues as they worked and stretched to their limit, then an explosion. A dam burst and his fist was in her, pumping in and out with a passion she had not seen in him since the early years of their marriage. 

"Open! Open! Wider! Yes! Yes!" she urged his as he began opening and closing his hand inside her tunnel. She felt her inside walls move and stretch as he expanded his large hand. Each time she felt his hand close, she pushed forward, taking more and more inside her. And then she had no choice. She was going to come again, but she didn't want this to end.

"No! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!" she yelled.

At that, she threw her head back and met this oncoming rush with anticipation and, this time, a need. Again, shudders wracked her body as she gave herself up to the moment of overload she had become so familiar with in the last two days. She had experienced more orgasms in the last two days than she had in all of her life. And she now loved every minute of it. 

Dave slowly pulled his hand out of her, and Diane saw the look of amazement and excitement on his face. He stood up, and stared at her gaping cunt. Diane looked at him and smiled seductively, as she slipped several of her fingers into the wide opening. She felt like she was eighteen and teasing the high school jock. "You like that?" she said, continuing to rub herself. "Obviously you do!" she said looking at his throbbing erection. "Well, I've got something for you," she said and stood up, leaning over the desk, spreading her legs open and sticking her ass in the air.

"Oh, that looks good," replied Dave. And I've got something for you, too!" Dave bent down and pulled out a small, black latex anal plug from the bag on the floor. Diane saw that the plug had a hose and inflating bulb hooked to it.

"This is to make sure you keep your promise," he said, and scooped out another large glob of lubricant from the nearby jar.

"What promise?" Diane asked.

"Don't you remember your promise to Steve? You said that next time he sees you, he'd be able to fit in your ass. You promised. And this will help you keep your promise." With that, Dave pushed the finger full of lubricant into her upturned ass. He smeared it generously around her sore asshole and slid the small plug in. 

Diane quickly inhaled from the sudden intrusion into her rectum, unprepared and still very sore from the other night. "Ohhhhhh, that promise," she groaned as Dave quickly slipped his erect cock into her cunt, just seconds after pushing the plug into her ass. Diane threw her head back over her shoulder and smiled. "MMMMMMM, what took you so long," she purred, as they slowly began to pump against each other. She could feel Dave begin to increase the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly Diane felt him lunge deep into her with one muscular push, and freeze, lodged deep inside her. At that same moment, she felt something else, something in her ass. The plug Dave had slipped into her ass just got larger. Dave pulled back and gave another deep push, and the plug grew again. Once again, Dave pushed and the rubber stopper expanded. She turned back and saw Dave squeezing the inflating bulb attached to the plug. He lunged and pumped the bulb again. 

Diane felt like her ass was going to explode. The inflatable dildo in her ass was now twice its size! She could feel it pressing the walls of her colon outward, rubbing hard against Dave's cock still wedged into her cunt. 

"Do you like it?" Dave asked eagerly. "You'll have to, if you if you want to be ready for Steve's cock. He's coming over next weekend."

"Owwwwww," Diane howled. "Yes I like it!" She panted hard several times and judged that she could stand just one more pump. "Again!" she groaned and heard the bulb squeeze. The pain roared through her ass as she felt the toy expand. With that, Dave pulled his cock out of her and lifted her sweating torso off of the desk. She was standing with her legs spread, her ass awkwardly stuck out to ease the pressure in her ass.

"That's beautiful," Steve said staring at the large black plug that filled her ass. "You have got to see this!" and he pulled her over to a large wall mirror. She could hardly walk but she managed to waddle over to the mirror with Dave's help. Diane turned her round ass to the mirror and bent forward, straining her head to look back at the reflection. She couldn't believe what she saw! 

The black plug in her asshole was enormous! She saw that her anal opening was now well over two inches wide! The usually pink, rubbery muscles of her sphincter were now white and stretched taught. 

"Isn't that a beautiful sight," Dave said, as he reached out and ran a finger around the greasy rim of her ass. His rock hard cock gave away the fact that the sight of her ass was driving him crazy. "But, you know, I think Steve is bigger that that," he said teasing her. 

Diane looked hard at him as he now stood stroking his cock with his hand. " It's time Dave got to see the real thing" she fumed to herself. 

"AGAIN!" she yelled. Dave quickly squeezed the ball.

"AND AGAIN!" she roared wildly. 

Dave moved behind her and grabbing the ball again gave a large squeeze as he drove his cock back into her wet cunt. He began to pound her furiously, as the swollen toy in her colon pressed heavily against his dick. Diane was now driving back into him with a fury of her own, aware that he was about to cum inside her. Just as she could feel his hot juice start inside her, her world went black. Dave had just hit the release button on the pump bulb, and with a sudden whoosh of air, the plug instantly deflated. Her body convulsed and her knees collapsed as the sudden change triggered her instant orgasm. She felt none of the usual preparatory signs, no tinglings, no shudders. Just a massive wave that hit her like a brick wall and knocked her to the floor.

Dave was still on his feet above her with his cock spurting semen on her collapsed body. There was nothing he could do but grab his cock and continue furiously pumping, letting out a desperate yell.

"AHHHHHHH" Dave screamed as he showered her body with huge jets of cum, again and again, until there was nothing left.

Diane lay on the floor twitching, oblivious of the cascade of semen falling on her body. Her mind was just colors now, moving from black, to red, to a searing white light. Slowly, she opened her eyes and found Dave next to her.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.

She slowly smiled up at him, saying "I think we'll have to do that at least once a day this week, to get ready for the weekend." They both laughed.

"You are amazing" he said quietly and leaned down, kissing her deeply, and softly slipping his tongue into her dry mouth. With an instinct that comes from twenty-five years of familiarity, Dave slid his hand between her legs and gently stroked the swollen lips of her vagina.

"So, how did you like your present?" Dave asked as their mouths parted. 

"Wonderful," she replied and kissed him again, reflecting on her new sexuality discovered at the party. Not to mention the fact that she and Dave were now fucking like rabbits in heat. "Who were all of the men?" she questioned.

"I found 'em on the Internet," Dave said and went on to explain how he found them and screened each one to insure that all were disease free and of larger than normal cock size.

"Thank God," Diane said, laughing. "I just thought they were growing them bigger since I've been out of circulation." 

"Can you explain to me why I didn't collapse from exhaustion after the first hour?" Diane asked. " We're normally asleep by 10pm." "And why did I feel so drunk on a couple of glasses of champagne?" she added.

"Oh, that," Dave replied sheepishly. "Do you remember the enema you had?"

"The nasty, dark stuff in the bowl?" Diane said.

"That's the reason," Dave said nodding and explained that the enema was a mixture of red wine, coffee, some herbs brewed in the coffee, with a few "other things." He told her that from the enema, the alcohol and caffeine were absorbed straight into the bloodstream, while the herbs were to relax her colon.

"Anticipating that my colon would get some attention, were you?" she asked playfully.

"Hoping so," he answered.

"Where did you learn about the enema mix?" Diane said.

"Where else - the Internet," Dave said. "You can find anything you need there, from enemas to hung, horny guys. And your wonderful web site will disappear in another hour." 

"And you even found me a virgin," Diane laughed. She was relieved that Dave was not intending to leave her photos spread all over the web.

"Yeah, I saw that you picked right up on that. Poor kid, though." Dave remarked. "You know, you've ruined him. He'll be in love with you as long as he lives and no woman will ever be able to measure up to you. Lusting after mature women for the rest of his life. Poor kid."

Diane noticed that Dave's stroking of her cunt had increased and she could see signs of stiffening returning to his cock.

"So bring him home and I teach him how to really fuck," she said seductively, and dropped her head down on him, wrapped her lips around his now erect cock. She hungrily sucked at his hardness and he moved his head down between her legs, working his tongue around and into her wide anal opening, as she moaned her approval.

"You are absolutely gorgeous," he said, admiring the beauty and the power of the passion in her. "And I'm betting that you'll be ready for this weekend."

"You know, you have a birthday coming up soon. What would you like for your present?" Diane asked with a mouthful of cock.

"I don't know," Dave murmured, as he continued to tongue her asshole.

Diane lifted her head and softly asked, "How about a nice trip to Tennessee?"

To Be Continued...



Dave & Diane Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Working Girl

Diane Stone sat at her office desk trying to work, but concentration was not easy for her to come by these days. Her mind was awash in sexual thoughts and images. As a top executive in a major corporation, she made million dollar decisions and ruled the lives of thousands in the company. She should have been deciding how to deal with a projected inventory shortage, but all she could think about was going home and having sex tonight with Dave, her husband, and perhaps Steve, their mutual friend. 

"Damn," she said, throwing down her pen on the desk, and noticing that her erect nipples were jutting out from her blouse. "What I really want to do is go home and fuck." Then she smiled at the thought of what awaited her at home tonight. "So many wild and lascivious thoughts," she laughed, forcing herself to pick up the pen and get back to work. And this was all because of her "present."

Three weeks had passed since Diane had received her 50th birthday and 25th anniversary present from her husband, Dave. That present, one astounding night of sex with twenty men and a dog, had changed her entire life. Now, she and Dave couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Despite 25 years of marriage, three kids now grown and gone, and two huge careers, she and Dave were hotter for each other than in the early years of their marriage. They were truly exploring their sexuality for the first time, without boundaries and without preconceptions. Plus, they were having a great time doing it. 

Their rule, that sex with another person was okay only if the other partner was present, pleased them both, since it was the others presence that was the real turn-on. And Dave was great at always keeping her on that edge, allowing her to touch the control she so needed, but still maintaining and element of surprise. Three days after Diane's group sex night, Dave brought home a young eighteen-year-old boy who had lost his virginity to her at the party. Dave explained that the boy had emailed him and asked if Diane could help him learn how to make love. The boy told Diane that he hadn’t been able to think of anything except her since that Friday night. Indeed, Diane recalled, the boy needed a lot of help in the sex department. He was well blessed with a nice large penis, but had lasted only a few seconds after entering her.

Diane considered the boy's plea, as she eyed Dave sitting on the sofa. "Well, I've never seen myself as much of a teacher, but it really could be fun," she thought to herself. The idea creating super lover from a gangly, teenage boy began to tickle her fancy. She glanced over at Dave and broke into a seductive smile, saying, "Why not!" She began to slowly stroke her hard nipples, now obvious under her silk blouse. She was just wearing a blouse and jeans and certainly not dressed for this seduction scene. "What the hell! I'll just have to make do," she said to herself, as she began to unbutton her blouse. Taking on the challenge, Diane proceeded to slowly strip in front of the boy, teasing him unmercifully as she peeled away her clothes. Seeing that she had both his attention and the attention of his large cock, she dropped down in front of him and began to suck his tortured erection. He came into her mouth in less than 30 seconds, which was exactly what she wanted. Licking the remaining drops of the boy's semen from her lips, Diane softly purred, "Now we can get on with the lesson." With his penis momentarily deflated, she rolled on her back and spread her legs and pulled his face into her moist cunt. She spent the next forty minutes teaching the boy how to please a woman, orally. The boy picked up quickly on her tips and over the length of the lesson managed to give her three orgasms. 

Seeing that his dick was hard again, Diane continued the lesson and instructed the boy on the art of fucking. On her back, she gave guiding comments to the boy while he entered her and practiced different rhythms and thrusts. Diane caressed his taut, muscular body as he pumped away and groped her large 38D breasts. The boy sucked so hard on one of her nipples, he seemed to be seeking milk. Diane thought, "Jeez, this boy is so young, four years younger than my son. But he's going to make a lot of young girls very happy." She almost laughed aloud at the thought of turning this well-hung, experienced boy loose on the teenage girls in the area. On that thought, she could feel the urgency in the boy's thrusts and he drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. He had lasted about twelve minutes, but was now shooting his cum deep inside her as she moaned in both approval and appreciation. 

"Next time," Diane said to the boy while licking the remaining semen from his cock, "you'll learn about doggy style." "And if you're really good at it, we may jump right into a little anal sex," she said teasingly, noticing that her oral attention and seductive taunts were beginning to harden the boy's penis again as he pulled up his jeans.

And that's how the three weeks had passed following the party. Two more lessons for the boy followed and Diane was ultimately very pleased with her "creation." She had created a fucking machine with the sexual skills and expertise of a 45-year-old man in the body of a testosterone-filled, teenage boy. 

But her time during the last three weeks had also been spent in other pleasures. Steve, the limousine driver from her party, joined both her and Dave for repeats of their great night of double penetration and anal sex. Steve had an unbelievable 18-inch cock, something she thought was reserved for the porno movies. In addition to its astounding length, Steve's cock was over three inches wide, which made equally problematic to take inside her. But she had promised both Dave and Steve that she would soon be able to take Steve's cock anally and vaginally without problems. 

It had taken her days of work during that first week for Diane to stretch her rectum enough to take in his long and wide penis. She and Dave had worked every night to prepare for the weekend. By Saturday and Steve's arrival, Diane was excited in anticipation to see if her work had paid off. And after a quick session with Steve cumming in her cunt and Dave filling her ass, the two men switched positions. Diane sat at her desk at work and hotly recalled that moment just two weeks ago when she straddled her husband, kissed him deeply on the lips, and lifted her ass in the air awaiting Steve's entrance into her anal opening. Steadily, she could feel the mounting pressure as Steve's huge organ pressed against the lubricated rim of her asshole. Dave's previous penetration there had dilated her sphincter muscles, but nothing could have prepared her for the size of the penis now pushing its way past her rubbery rim and deep into her bowels. Her backside was on fire, as she struggled to relax and take to monster inside her. She didn't know how much of the huge penis was actually inside her, but it felt like his entire length was now slowly plowing into her anus. Just as she felt totally stuffed and unable to imagine anything else inside her, she felt Dave's body push up from beneath her and slide his cock into her dripping cunt. 

Soon the two men moved smoothly in both of her openings. Diane was in ecstasy. She felt open and vulnerable, having to totally relax her body in order to accept both of them at once. Just a week before, countless men had double fucked her at her party. But now she felt as if she were going to split in half, as she was anally skewered by Steve's enormous cock and her husband pounded wildly beneath her.

Sitting at her desk and recalling the moment the three of them came together, caused waves of pulsating twitches in her damp crotch, as Diane remember that orgasm. She began to climax first and just as she reached the height of abandon, both men began to churn inside her with an animal frenzy. She remembered that her moans resounded around the house and she savagely slammed back against the two rigid cocks now spurting inside her. She wasn't sure if it was a second orgasm that quickly followed her first, or just one giant orgasm, but she came again as Steve and Dave poured their juices inside her.

That night was a brief two weeks ago, Diane recalled as she tried to refocus on work. Though none of her colleagues in the workplace would have noticed any major changes in her. But she knew she was a much different woman that the one who had skeptically gone along with her husband's present not so long ago. There were a few perceptible differences that her colleagues could have seen. Diane's hair, once a mousy, brown color, was now a warm, rich red. While the outward appearance of her business suits appeared the same, a closer examination would have revealed that the large, thick nipples on her 38D breasts were always hard and erect, jutting out from beneath her clothes. A close observer might have picked up the little bit of extra bounce to her breasts or the new sway to her hips when she walked into the office.

What no one at the office could have seen was the new jewelry Diane now sported. Last week, without even telling her husband, Dave, she had the hood over her clitoris pierced and a gold ring inserted. The ring had a gold ball on it, which dangled down and rested right on top of her clit. When she walked, the small ball would massage her clit, rubbing back and forth across the bud and keeping her constantly aroused. She had a second, larger ball for additional stimulation, which went on the ring when she desired. 

Diane had to laugh when she remembered the scene in the gym some days ago. She had put the larger ball on her clit ring and went to the gym to exercise. She was working out on the stair climber machine and the constant rubbing of the large gold ball against her clit as she exercised was driving her wild. She kept climbing faster and faster until she had an orgasm right there in the middle of the workout room. The attractive, young man on the machine next to her came rushing to assist her. She was sure he was thinking that the old broad next to him was having a heart attack. She did, however, notice that the Good Samaritan helped himself to several handfuls of her large breasts as he moved her from the exercise machine and steadied her. 

Other people in the office would come up to her and tell her how great she looked, thought they couldn't put their fingers on what was different. Some would say, "Have you lost weight? You look like you've lost 15 pounds!" Another asked if she had some plastic surgery done, because she was looking so young.

"If they only knew!" Diane remarked to herself, as she tried to concentrate on the current inventory crisis. Her assistant tapping on the door interrupted her thoughts. Mark, her technology guru needed to run a problem past her. Mark was one of her technology people and one of the best software programmers in the industry. Lately, however, Diane had noticed that Mark was making huge mistakes and that his latest project was way behind schedule. Mark, balding and in his mid 40's was what many people would call a "computer geek." Diane liked Mark and knew the company couldn't easily survive without him. She always went out of her way to give him and his team whatever they needed.

"I've got a problem and I need to talk to somebody," Mark said, slumping into the chair across from her desk. He looked as though he was going to break into tears.

"Uh oh," Diane thought to herself. "This sounds like trouble."

"It's Lisa," Mark groaned. "She's miserable and unhappy with everything I do. I can't live without her, but I know she wants to leave. I don't know what I'll do."

Diane had met Lisa, Mark's wife, briefly once or twice before at company parties. She always thought Mark and Lisa were an odd match, but they appeared quite happy. Whereas Mark was in his mid forties, Lisa was twenty years old and only eighteen when they were married two years ago. Diane recollection of Lisa was of a plain, pale young woman, but attractive in a homespun kind of way.

"Please, can you help?" Mark whined. 

"Mark, I'm not a marriage counselor. Why not go to a professional and talk this out?" Diane asked.

"She won't go. Will you talk to her?" Mark whined, as he slouched lower into the chair. "Please?" "Oh, God, I hate getting mixed up in this," Diane thought to herself, and at the same time knowing she had to do something or lose a great technology person. "All right, all right, I'll talk to her."

Mark sprang out of the chair, thanking Diane over and over again, telling her what a wonderful person she was to work for. "Damn, he did everything except get on the floor and kiss my feet," Diane remarked to herself, as Mark left the office. Diane got on the phone and in seconds had arranged a lunch meeting with Lisa for the next day. 

Diane arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and went directly to the table to wait for Lisa. When she arrived, Lisa approached the table and even before Diane could greet her, Lisa was apologizing for her tardiness. 

"Oh, please, Ms. Stone. I'm so sorry I'm late. Please don't be angry with Mark, because I'm late. Please," Lisa droned, her blonde hair and pale skin making her appear even weaker. She wore a flowery, shapeless dress that Diane thought looked like it was originally a sack of livestock feed.

"Not another whiner," Diane thought to herself as she sternly snapped "Lisa, sit down and shut up! You're not late, you're right on time."

Lisa eyes grew big as she instantly stopped her apologies and flew into the chair next to Diane responding to Diane's order. Diane stared at the young woman to several seconds, and then she knew immediately what was going wrong in this marriage. "Of course," Diane thought to herself as the idea hit her. "These two are complete submissives. Each one is waiting for the other one to take control!"

Lisa sat and quietly nodded as Diane spoke. "Lisa, Mark asked me to help you. You do want help, don't you?"

Lisa nodded obediently.

"You do love Mark and want to be married to him, don't you?" Diane asked and Lisa nodded furiously, "Yes, Ma'am, I do. I'll do anything you say to keep Mark. Our marriage just doesn't seem to be working."

"Lisa, call me Mistress from now on," Diane interrupted, testing the girl's weakness. "And after lunch, we're going shopping!"

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa replied and Diane saw that the young woman was now alive with energy and anticipation, a far cry from the lump who crawled up to the table minutes before.

Diane snapped out her cell phone and dialed. Her demeanor became very hard as she barked into the phone, "Mark, this is Diane Stone. Lisa will be in a marriage counseling session with me tonight!" She closed the phone, not waiting for a reply. "Let's see what Dave thinks of this surprise," Diane said to herself as she was now really beginning to enjoy her role as "Bitch Goddess."

It was six o'clock in the evening as Diane stood by the door, awaiting Dave's arrival home from work. She thought she looked pretty hot and guessed Dave would think so too. She glanced at herself in the living room mirror. What she saw was a vision in black leather. Her red hair was slick and pulled back tight on her head. Her long legs were encased in thigh high, black leather boots with 4-inch heels. A black leather corset hugged her body and held up a pair of black fishnet stockings. The corset had openings for her large breasts, allowing them to remain uncovered. Diane turned to the side as she admired the sight of her breasts jutting out. She gently pinched and rolled her erect nipples, hoping for just the right visual effect when Dave came through the front door. Diane had decided not to wear anything covering her shaved pussy. Instead, attached to the gold ring over her clitoris was a thin gold chain with a note clipped to it. Dave had directed her to her anniversary/birthday present by note, so it amused her to return the favor.

She and Lisa had spent the afternoon shopping for outfits for tonight and Diane was amazed to discover what a beautiful body the young, blonde woman really had. The loose, baggy clothes Lisa wore when Diane first met her and again today at the restaurant covered up a remarkable figure. At 5' 8" tall, Lisa was only slightly shorter than Diane. In the fitting rooms of the exotic boutiques they visited during the shopping spree, Diane was amazed when she saw the young woman naked. "Damn!" Diane said to herself. "If I had that body, I'd let everyone know about it." Diane stared at the girl's 34C breasts and stunning hips and ass and could feel herself becoming moist at the thought of tonight.

Diane was tempted to begin Lisa's lessons right there in the dressing rooms, but she remembered the agreement she made with Dave. No sex without the other person present - that was the deal. Although she was sure it had been designed for her having sex with men, Diane stuck fast to the deal. And she was also troubled about her personal rule of no fooling around with anyone related to work. But wasn't this for work, to save one of her critical employees? So, she decided this small breach was all for the good. Besides, watching the young woman slip into numerous outrageous and enticing outfits made Diane incredibly hot. Though she had never been with another woman, she and Dave had often talked about it over the last three weeks. So it was with amazing restraint that she kept her hands from slipping too deeply into Lisa's tight pussy as she bent and stretched to try on the outfits. And Lisa obediently tried on all of the enticing clothes Diane ordered her to, always responding with "Yes, Mistress."

Diane tested the snap of the riding crop she held in her hand, as she heard Dave's car pull into the garage. When the front door swung open, she could see his eyes widen with surprise.

"What the hell…" Dave started to say in amazement, but with the same silencing she had received at her party, Diane stepped toward him and seductively said, "Shhhhhhh." She covered his mouth with hers, and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, just as he had done weeks before. Her hand moved to his crotch and could tell from the growing bulge in his trousers, that her appearance was having the desired effect. She pulled her mouth from his and looked down to her own crotch, indicating that his eyes should follow. As Dave looked down, Diane spread her legs, revealing the dangling chain and note attached to her clit ring. Dave reached down and captured the note swinging between her leather-clad legs.

The note said: "My Dearest Dave, Here is a belated anniversary present in return for the wonderful one you gave me. Hope you like it."

As Dave looked up, Diane once again kissed him deeply and softly whispered into his ear, "Follow my lead and play along with whatever I say." 

With that, she smiled at him, turned and walked toward a nearby door, giving Dave a little extra swing with her ass as she let the room. When she returned, Diane emerged holding her riding crop in one had and a leash in the other. Trailing behind Diane on the other end of the leash was Lisa. The young woman had a large studded collar around her neck with the leash attached, as Diane paraded her into the room. Diane had worked the better part of the afternoon to get Lisa's appearance just right. And Diane thought she was perfect. Lisa's blonde hair had been teased up and sprayed. Her make-up was very heavy and her lips were darkly outlined, making her lips appear much larger than they actually were. 

Diane marched her slave up to Dave and stopped her directly in front of him. She could tell from Dave's face that he was enjoying the sight before his eyes. Lisa was wearing a skin-tight, silver dress so short that her vagina flashed out as she moved. The dress made no effort to cover the garters holding up the black stocking she wore. She stood unsteadily perched atop 6-inch, black patent stiletto heels, averting her eyes to the floor.




Dave & Diane Ch. 3



"Well, what do you think?" Diane asked Dave, winking at him and half-pretending as the dominatrix and half wanting to know if he like it.

"I need to see her tits," Dave responded, picking up on Diane's tone. "Strip, slave!"

Diane took the cue and not even waiting for Lisa's reaction, lifted the riding crop and brought it down hard across the young woman's ass. Diane could see Lisa jerk, but only slightly, to the blow of the lash. Without any hesitation, Lisa replied, "Yes Mistress. Yes, Master," and peeled the thin silver fabric off of her body revealing herself to Dave. She was wearing a silver, boned waist cincher, pulled in so tight it seemed that her waist was merely inches around. In comparison, her hips and breasts seemed even larger contrasted to the tiny waist. 

"She is beautiful," Diane thought to herself. "Christ, she looks like a Barbie doll with that body." Diane couldn't take it any longer. She had been staring at Lisa's body all day and now she just had to touch and be touched. She walked around in front of Lisa and moved within inches of the girl's face.

"Do you like the way you look now, slave?" Diane asked.

"Yes, Mistress," was the soft reply.

"Why, slave?" Diane continued.

"Because Mistress likes it." Lisa answered, still looking at the floor.

"How do you know Mistress likes it?" Diane said.

"Because I can see how wet she is," the girl replied fearfully.

"Then get down and do something about it," Diane ordered. 

With that, Lisa knelt down and leaning forward began to lap with her tongue at Diane's dripping cunt. Diane looked at Dave and could tell he was enjoying it almost as much as she was. He had pulled his stiff cock out of his trousers and began gently stroking it as he watched his wife being eating by this beautiful young woman.

Diane grabbed Lisa's head and pulled the girl's face deeper into her crotch. She could feel Lisa's tongue working to go deeper and deeper into her vagina, struggling to drink every drop of juice in her. Diane began to pump her hips, grinding her shaved cunt against Lisa's mouth. The girl had taken both the ring and Diane's clit into her mouth and was hungrily sucking on both, as her tongue worked the clit around and around. Whether Lisa had done this before or was just a naturally gifted, Diane could tell the young woman had a real talent for eating pussy. As the girl worked on her throbbing and swollen clit, Diane could feel her own orgasm approach. She jerked and twitched as the wave approached and Lisa responded, driving her mouth harder into Diane's cunt. Diane exploded as Lisa eagerly lapped at the new surge of fluid from Diane's cunt.

Diane opened her eyes to find the young woman still eagerly licking and kissing her now swollen cunt lips. She glanced over and saw Dave, his cock in hand and on fire from watching the two women. Diane struggled to regain the performance of the Mistress. 

"Slave!" she barked, getting back into her character. "Your Master wants you to suck him." And with that, Lisa scrambled over and leapt on Dave’s cock, devouring it in one large swallow. Diane looked at the young woman, deep throating her husband's cock with abandon. She could see Lisa working desperately please to Dave. She wildly locked onto Dave's shaft and pumped her mouth repeatedly until Diane could see the blonde girl's gag reflex kicking in as Dave's cock was now buried deep into her throat. Diane looked at her husband's face contorted in delight and a small twinge of jealousy hit her. Lisa was sucking her husband's cock with an abandon Diane could never offer. Dave was lost in the delight of the best blowjob of his life. 

Lisa worked the head of Dave's cock with her lips and teeth as she pumped the shaft with her hand. Dave was thrusting his cock furiously into Lisa mouth as he plunged back into the girl's throat. Diane saw that the young woman's cunt was dripping wet as Lisa moaned and struggled to work her free hand inside her. Diane raised her arm and brought the riding crop swiftly down on Lisa tight ass cheeks. 

"Slave!" Diane screamed. "That belongs to me and I will tell you when you can touch it!

Lisa whimpered, but continued to pump her hips, hoping for something to rub against that would offer her relief. Diane brought the crop down again on the girl's rounded ass, but this blow evoked only a moan of pleasure. Diane quickly put on a dildo harness she bought this afternoon. Attached to the harness was a large, black plastic cock, which Diane now smeared with lubricant and moved in behind Lisa.

Diane positioned the head of the fake cock against the girl's wet opening and with a strong thrust of her hips watched as the large dong separated the tufts of blonde pubic hair and dripping cunt lips and pushed inside. Diane was enthralled at the sight of the large plastic dick impaling the girl on each thrust. She now felt the power that Dave, or any man felt, when guiding an invading cock into a woman. "Now this is real penis envy," Diane laughed to herself. She began to furiously thrust her hips into the shaking blonde.

Lisa was now bucking and sucking in a crazed sexual frenzy, as she responded to being in between both Dave and Diane. She was pounding her face into Dave's crotch, stuffing his cock as far down her throat as it would go, while the plastic cock disappeared into her hungry cunt. Diane shook her head in amazement looking at Lisa's desire to please and the passion that now filled this beautiful young woman. Diane could feel the young girl's body shudder as her orgasm began. She had never witnessed, in person, another woman's orgasm, but was overwhelmed with desire as Lisa's body convulsed and shook. She backed away, pulling the plastic cock from it's hot tunnel and slipped two fingers into the girl's sopping pussy, working them slowly in and out.

"Do you want your Mistress to finger your little pussy, Slave?" Diane said.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, Mistress! Please touch me!" the girl whined, trying to talk with Dave's cock stuffed into one side of her mouth as she lifted her hips to Diane.

Diane smiled at the sight of Lisa offering her cunt up for more attention and added a third finger inside the blonde's hole. She could almost feel the young woman cunt sucking her fingers deeper inside as her slit continued to stretch, offering little resistance to Diane’s exploring hand. Diane was amazed at Lisa's ability to relax her cunt and totally open up to whatever was there. Diane's strap-on dildo has been a tight fit moments before when she entered the young woman. Diane could feel Lisa's cunt craving more of her hand and slipped four fingers and all of the knuckles of her hand inside, leaving only the web of her thumb hooked on the outside, as she rubbed Lisa's cunt in a large circle motion. Lisa went wild, pumping wildly against Diane's intruding hand. 

Diane could tell from the tense muscles of Dave's neck and glazed look in his eyes that he was approaching one hell of an orgasm. Sensing the right moment to push, Diane pulled in her thumb and, just as Dave was about to explode into Lisa's mouth, she pushed her fist into the blonde's steaming cunt. Dave and Lisa erupted together, both shuddering with delight. Dave was spurting jets of semen into Lisa's mouth, on her face, and across her shoulders, as his orgasm seemed endless. Diane looked on in amazement, astounded by the amount of cum spurting out of Dave's cock, far more that she'd seen in the twenty-five years of their marriage. He was covering the young blonde with his hot sperm as he clenched his teeth and rocketed stream after stream over her. Lisa was howling, as her body shook with the spasms as she tried to work herself deeper onto Diane's arm, now pushed deep inside her. Diane was dumbfounded as she slid her fist in and out of Lisa’s now gaping passage. Earlier that day, the girl's cunt had been so tight, but as if on command, the muscles and tissues seemed to melt and fall away. "God," Diane thought remember how hard she had worked to stretch her own vagina, "I wish I could do that!"

"Oh, please Mistress! Please don't stop! Please push harder." Lisa begged.

Diane, seeing that Lisa was about to come again, quick pulled her dripping hand out and stuffed several fingers into the girl's mouth.

"Clean my hand off," Diane snapped, trying to push aside her desire to continue fisting the girl, and get back in control. "Lick it clean," she demanded.

Diane moved next to Dave and whispered into his ear as Lisa continued to lick her hand. "Wow, where did that come from?" she asked softly referring to his massive ejaculation. He smiled and she kissed him deeply. "You've got to try this," she said gesturing to Lisa's still twitching hips. "Slave, get on your hand and knees with your ass over her!" Diane said to Lisa. Lisa quickly obeyed and thrust her ass up in the air in front of Dave. 

"Watch this," Diane said softly to Dave, as she took his hand and place it into the girl's wide slit. With a small push, Dave pulled his fingers together and slipped his hand inside the blonde's slippery cunt. Diane could see the look of astonishment on his face as his hand quickly disappeared inside Lisa. The girl started rocking back and forth as she forced his large hand deeper inside her. Dave and Diane exchanged look of excitement and amazement at the sight of the beautiful young blonde worked furiously to please. Dave smiled at Diane and nodded to the large jar of lubricant near Diane. She knew instantly what he meant and dug a handful of the slippery goo out of the container. As Dave smoothly stroked his hand and forearm deep inside the woman's cunt, Diane pushed a slippery finger into Lisa's tight asshole. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," the blonde groaned. 

Diane pushed her finger deeper, forcing her knuckle past the tight, pink ring, which offered only minimal resistance. Diane began to circle her finger inside Lisa's ass, massaging the puckering anus into an ever-enlarging opening with each circle. Diane could feel Dave's hand moving inside Lisa's vaginal passage as she slipped a second, and then a third finger, into the girl's ass.

"Ohhhh, Mistress. Please, I'll do anything you want me to, just don't stop," Lisa begged.

A quick look at Dave, and Diane knew that she was going to do something to Lisa that she herself had thought about over the past three weeks - getting double fisted. She and Dave were going to double fist fuck this beautiful girl. Diane pushed four fingers into Lisa's now dilated asshole, and after several thrusts to add some stretch, she pressed her entire hand against the resisting ring. 

"Owwwwwwwwww," Lisa screamed and Diane brought her free hand flat down on the girl's ass with a smack.

"Do you want Mistress to stop, Slave?" Diane demanded.

"Noooo, Nooooo," Lisa panted as she rocked back and forth from Dave's driving fist in her vagina. Diane raised her left hand again, and slapped Lisa's ass, which was now turning red from the welts of the riding crop and Diane's slap. "Kid's got a great ass," Diane thought to herself, as she focused again on her hand seemingly stuck in the girl's anus. She either had to give up or ram her greasy fist into the girl's ass. She elected the later, and with one big push, she could feel Lisa's sphincter tense and then relax for a brief second. In that instant, Diane's hand popped past the taut opening and slid deep into the young woman's bowels. 

Diane thought she was going to have an orgasm herself as she felt Lisa's asshole twitch and throb around her wrist. The girl's tight anal ring now wrapped tightly around her greasy wrist like a bracelet. She could feel her own cunt dripping, as she knelt behind her submissive trophy. Slowly, she began moving her fist deeper and deeper, now feeling Dave fist and her fist rubbing tightly against each other, separated by the thinnest of membranes. She drove her tongue deep into Dave's mouth as the two of them began to work their strokes together. She could feel Dave's free hand sliding over her ass and dipping into her drenched cunt. She could feel his fingers working to get deeper into her aching cunt, so she lifted her leg and felt him slip deeper.

Lisa was shaking from her third orgasm when Diane fell forward onto Lisa's back, and grabbed the blonde's breasts, furiously massaging her swinging tits. Dave had worked his left hand into Diane's cunt while fisting Lisa with his right. Then, as Diane flopped forward onto Lisa, he had eased his other fist into Diane's gaping cunt. Over the past three weeks, getting fisted by Dave had become a treat in their sex life. Now, Diane could feel her husband's fist moving inside her cunt, as she fisted the beautiful 20-year-old blonde in the ass. Diane hoped that Dave's was enjoying his present, but never imagined that it would end up with him fist fucking the two women at the same time.

Diane wrapped her arms around Lisa's corseted waist and together they pushed backwards again and again, as Dave's fists drove deep into their insides. Their moans echoed throughout the house as they pumped harder and faster. Diane could feel Dave’s hand pushing deeper and deeper inside her and with each thrust of his arm into her, she pushed equally deep into Lisa’s stretched asshole. As Diane felt Lisa begin to spasm and shake from her oncoming climax, she sensed her own body twitch and contract, and knew that within seconds she was going to join the girl. As she felt herself going under the wave which swept over her, Diane gave one final push into Lisa’s swollen asshole. She felt the blonde’s anal ring clamp hard around her wrist as the young woman’s body muscles became locked in a contraction. Diane clung to the young woman’s pale, sweating body, as they climaxed together. 

Locked together, they descended into a pile on the floor. As Dave pulled his hands out of both of them, Diane could feel Lisa’s body lurch, as her now over-sensitive genitals responded from the touch. Diane's mouth found Lisa's, as their tongues swirled and twisted together. Diane broke the soft kiss and looked into the young woman's eager face.

"What a wonderful slave you will be," Diane purred.

"Yes, Mistress. I am your slave and I'll do anything to please you," Lisa softly replied. 

It was then that Diane realized what an incredible dilemma she was in. Lisa would do anything Diane told her to do! She could dress Lisa up like a whore and parade around town. Or she could take her down to the porno video store and tell her to suck all of the men there. Lisa would obey. She had the power to give Lisa to the LA biker gang she'd met on the Internet. There, Lisa would become their instant slut. Or she could give Lisa to Steve, the limousine driver and make her fuck his trained dogs. All of these were easy and possible. The surge of power Diane felt was amazing. But the problem was Mark, Lisa's husband. Diane had to figure out a way to keep the two of them together. Turning Lisa into a submissive slut would only make her run away from Mark. And that would be disastrous for Diane.

Then, Diane had it! She knew exactly what to do to keep Lisa and Mark together. She just had to figure out how to do it. She ordered Lisa to get dressed and go home. Lisa was to say nothing to Mark about tonight. She was not to allow Mark to touch her, see her naked and under no circumstances, fuck her. Diane told the girl to shave all of her pubic hair and arrive back at Diane and Dave's tomorrow night with a freshly shaved pussy.

"Yes, Mistress. Yes Master," was all Lisa said, and she left. 

Diane turned to look at Dave, still on the floor and sporting an enormous erection.

“So, I see you enjoyed your present as much as I did mine,” Diane said, smiling coyly as she walked over and straddled her husband.

“What in the hell was that all about?” Dave questioned as he took Diane’s hand and pulled her down on top of him.

“Well, let’s just say it’s work related. How do you like my dominatrix outfit?” she said, gesturing to her black leather corset and boots.

“Let me show you how much I like it,” Dave teased pulling her toward him.

Lifting Dave’s rigid cock and slipping it inside her, Diane whispered in his ear “ I need you to find something for me on the Internet. Fast!” For the remainder of the evening, Diane filled Dave in on her plan.

To Be Continued in Part Four: Bottom To Top...



Dave & Diane Ch. 4



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Chapter Four- Bottoms and Tops

Diane Stone opened her legs wider apart t allowing the naked young man on top of her to pump his cock even deeper into her swollen cunt.

"Yes, fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned.

The young man was a god, tanned, muscular, and gorgeous. She rubbed his sweating, naked body with it's rippling muscles as he pounded into her, each stroke going deeper and deeper. She touched his large muscular chest and rubbed at the large number "8" painted there. Despite the sweat pouring out of this Adonis, the number emblazoned on his chest in black paint, remained unsmeared. She could tell from the urgency in his pumping hips and the straining muscles of his neck and face, that he was about to cum inside her. She could feel her cunt churning with the seminal deposits from numbers one through seven. They had all been equally young, gorgeous and well hung. And now number "8" began to shower spurt after spurt into the mix in her brimming vagina. She had been so careful not to lose a drop of the precious liquid from numbers one through seven. She clamped down hard, struggling to hold it all in, as number "8" withdrew and number "9" slid his large, angry cock into her.

"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed. "Yeeeessssssss! Fuck me!" she screamed as her body edged toward sensory overload. 

"9" was magnificent, dark and exotic. She grabbed at his back and dug in with her nails as the olive-skinned youth responded with powerful lunges inside her. His black, curly hair shook as he rammed deeper, hoping to elicit another scream from her. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh," Diane howled, as "9" pulled his hard penis completely out of her and drove it back in, as if to both torture and tease her. Diane reached up and grabbed a handful of his black curls and pulled his face down onto her sweat soaked breast. "9" hungrily devoured her nipple, sucking and licking as he pumped away. He ground his pelvic bone roughly against her shaved mound and soon she could tell that he had started down the irreversible path to orgasm. Faster and faster "9" jammed his hips deep into her and soon Diane saw his Mediterranean features contort in pleasure and pain as he joined "1" through "8" in filling her womb with his hot treasure.

With choreographed smoothness, "9" withdrew and "10" was on top of her. Diane wondered if "10" was both his number and his size, as the young blonde slid his huge penis into her gaping slit. Again, she had fought hard not to allow the smallest drop of semen to escape, but this beautiful farm boy was making that a difficult task. His thick cock burrowed deep into her as she could feel the sticky fluid inside her slosh aside, displaced by his enormous width. 

"Yes! Come on! Come on!" she whispered in encouragement, as the muscular young man grabbed her legs and lifted them to rest on top of his broad shoulders, giving him a better angle to drive deep into her cunt. His large hands wrapped around her knees as he bounced her with every thrust of his cock. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of this large Iowa farm boy, as he pounded his hips into her. The entire room seemed to shake as "10" repeatedly plunged the entire length of his cock deep into her lifted hips, her wet body slapping against his. 

With a tremendous yell, "10" fell forward on top of Diane and grabbed her, crushing his body against hers as he shot his semen deep into her already filled tunnel. She would have yelled also, but he had driven all of the air out of her as he crushed her against his body. Diane struggled to catch her breath as the young blonde fiercely clung to her, with wave after wave of his warmth filling her. Finally spent, he slid out of her and off of the bed. 

Again, Diane fiercely worked to keep every drop of the milky cum inside her as she looked over to see Dave, her husband, lying next to her on the bed. In one quick move, she lifted her leg and threw herself across Dave, now positioned with his face directly under her crotch. Instantly she dropped her overflowing cunt down onto Dave's open mouth and she began to drain the deposits of the ten men into Dave's waiting mouth, as he sucked eagerly on her wide opening.

"DIANE! DIANE! What are we going to do?" Brenda, her Assistant Director shouted, waking Diane Stone from her daydream. She had mentally slipped off during the critical management meeting and now she was totally lost in following the discussion, as everyone in the room stared at her.

"Damn," Diane thought to herself. "This is not good," she thought, berating herself for wandering off into a sexual fantasy during this crisis meeting. She had wanted to stay focused today, but her body was on fire in anticipation of the night to come. She thought that perhaps she was becoming a sex addict. It was all she thought about lately. Maybe it was the fact that she just turned 50 years-old. Or maybe it was hormones. She didn't know. But whatever it was, she had discovered just how much she really loved sex.

"So, tell me again. What's the problem?" Diane questioned, trying to exude the calm leadership skills that had taken her to the top management ranks of a major corporation. Another assistant answered, "It's the software again! The entire company global network is freezing up! It just keeps crashing!"

With calm assurance, Diane stood and said, "Be calm. I'll deal with it," and she walked out of the meeting room. She walked down the hall and into the large, cubicled workspace of the technology staff. She saw Mark, her company's computer technology wizard, slumped at his desk, staring at his computer screen. Diane smiled to herself and thought, "All right, let's see if this worm is ready for the bitch from hell!" Pretending to be outraged, Diane stormed across the floor and toward Mark's desk. Nearby staff members recognized the long, determined strides of her walk and instantly ran for cover. 

"MARK!" she roared, as she approached his desk. "You're making this company look bad. You're making this division look bad." Then, Diane leaned over an in her best dominating voice and said, "And worst of all, you're making me look bad."

"Yes, Ms. Stone. I know it's not working and I'm sorry the program's not up and running properly yet," Mark sniveled. 

Inside, Diane was giddy as she relished her tough, dominating performance with Mark. He was beginning to squirm, exactly as she knew he would.

"Mark, just look at this! I'll give you three days, and then I want it fixed. I want it perfect!" Diane said firmly, as she leaned over Mark's desk in his cubicle and clicked the mouse on his computer indicating a flashing error message on the screen. Mark was one of her best technology geniuses, who had recently come to her for help with his personal life. As his boss, Diane had reluctantly agreed to talk to his much younger wife, Lisa. She agreed to see if she could fix their marital problems and get Mark back to his computer brilliance for the company. 

Diane looked at her hand moving the mouse and smiled. "Oh, Mark, if you only knew where this hand was last night," Diane thought to herself, as she remembered pushing her entire hand into Lisa's tight anal passage. She had fisted the young, twenty-year-old wife in the ass while Diane's husband, Dave, fisted Lisa's vagina. And Lisa had loved every minute of it, professing herself to be Diane and Dave's slave, willing to do whatever they asked of her. 

"And, Mark, Lisa will be in marriage counseling with me every night for the next few days. Now get to work on fixing the program." Diane said, putting on her best dominating voice. 

Diane had realized in talking to both Mark and Lisa that they were both natural submissives. Their two-year marriage was limping disastrously along and Mark's work had gone straight into the toilet. Diane, now with her husband's help, was determined to help the marriage and return Mark to being a much-needed company asset.

"Yes, Ms. Stone," Mark eagerly responded. "And, thank you, thank you for everything."

"I'm not promising anything, but I think I can help Lisa," Diane said and offered a handshake as she started to return to her office.

Instead of shaking her hand, Mark took it and kissed it, as a servant might do to royalty. "Oh, thank you, Diane. I mean Ms. Stone," Mark groveled and kissed her hand again. Five years ago, Mark had called her Diane all the time when they worked together on company projects. Now, she was Ms. Stone. "This is almost too easy,' Diane said smiling to herself as she returned to her office.

Last night, Lisa had been willing to do anything to please Diane and Dave. After several hours of hot fucking, sucking and even fisting, they sent Lisa home with strict orders to return the following night. As Diane sat back down at her desk, she reflected on the plan that she and Dave had come up with for tonight's session with Lisa. A weak submissive, Lisa was a young, pale-skinned blonde with a body that Diane thought looked like that of a Barbie doll. The girl really was all legs and breasts. And Lisa had proved to be hotter than anyone suspected, displaying incredible oral skills on both Dave and Diane. 

"Honey, you're the best cocksucker I've ever seen, but that girl could challenge your crown," Dave joked to Diane last night, as they discussed their plans to help the company and the marriage of Mark and Lisa.

"Well, maybe I'll just have to try a little harder. And speaking of a little harder…" Diane said playfully, as she pulled the down zipper on Dave trousers and slipped his rigid penis into her mouth. Their marriage of twenty-five years had hit a plateau until three weeks ago, when Dave had given Diane a wild 50th birthday/25th anniversary present. He gave her a night in a hotel room with twenty well-endowed men. During the course of the evening she had not only rediscovered her own sexuality, but with the help of the twenty men, a dog, and some photos Dave took of the evening, they had rekindled the sexual heat in their marriage. Now they were acting as highly sexed as teenagers, constantly aroused and unable to keep their hands off of one another. The challenge with Lisa and Mark emerged and opened an entirely new erotic chapter in their lives when Diane gave Lisa to Dave as his belated anniversary present.

At her desk, Diane picked up the phone and called Dave to check on preparations for tonight. Her plan seemed simple. She intended to turn Lisa into a top - a dominant woman, who would then enjoy having her submissive husband, Mark. The trick was how to make that change happen. She heard Dave say that he was working on that now.

"Great," she said, hanging up the phone. "Now let's see if we can pull this off," Diane excitedly thought to herself. She knew they couldn't do it in one night, but this would be a start.

As 7 p.m. approached, Diane was all prepared. Tonight, she wore a black patent leather bustier, which pushed her 36D breasts up and out. The bustier garters held up a pair of shiny, black latex stockings. Dave found them for her at a kinky boutique and she loved them. The 5 inch black patent stiletto heels took her 5'10" body to a towering 6'3". A wide, studded, black patent choker was around her neck and tonight her lips were a dark blood red. She was a perfect picture of intimidation. Dave had joined the masquerade in black leather biker jeans and black chrome studded leather vest. Earlier, they had tried their outfits on and ended up fucking for over an hour. Dave had cum twice in her cunt and she now had plans for the semen trying to run down her legs. She pressed her legs together and waited for the arrival of her gorgeous young slave. 

Lisa arrived promptly at 7 o'clock and Diane threw the front door open before the young woman could even press the doorbell. Lisa was dressed in the same type of flowery, cotton sack that she had on yesterday when they first met for lunch.

"Strip, slave! Right here!" Diane demanded, as the shocked girl jumped back. "Strip!"

It was growing dark and Diane knew that their neighbors couldn't see anything, but she didn't want Lisa to know that. Lisa bowed her head and stripped off the cotton dress, bra and panties. She stood naked at the front door as Diane scowled at her. The girl had shaved her pubic hair as ordered the previous night and stood there hoping for a reward from her mistress for following orders. But the reward did not come.

"Spread your legs!" Diane snapped. "I want my neighbors to see what a slut you are. Turn around! Now bend over!"

Lisa obediently did as she was told and bent over with her naked ass turned up to Diane for inspection. Diane lifted the riding crop she had placed by the door and brought it down hard against the blonde's round ass. Lisa didn't make a sound as Diane lifted the crop a second time and brought it down even harder. Two bright red marks angled across the young woman's ass, as she remained bent over. Again and again Diane struck out at the creamy ass sticking up toward her until a total of ten red welts striped the girl's white ass.

"Stand up and turn around!" Diane ordered. "Don't ever come to me dressed like that again. I expect my slave to be appropriately attired when you arrive." 

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa muttered.

"Now, stand up straight and pull your shoulders back. A slave of mine must be proud! Now walk over there and show my neighbors the stripes on your ass, so they will know what happens to disobedient slaves," Diane demanded, gesturing to the front walk. 

Lisa hesitated a moment too long before starting down the walkway and Diane brought the crop quickly down across the girl's out jutting breasts. "NOW!" Diane snarled.

Lisa turned, stuck out her breasts as ordered, and reluctantly moved back down the walkway, slowly turned, proudly showing off her red marks, and returned to the door.

"Good," Diane said and softly kissed the young woman on the mouth. Slipping her hand between Lisa's legs, she slowly inserted several fingers into the girl's wet vagina. "Good. You shaved as you were told," Diane said and kissed her again. "Now come in and get dressed."

Diane walked in with Lisa following closely, as Dave stood on the other side of the room. Diane could tell by Lisa's quick gasp that she had just noticed the naked man standing in the corner of the room. There, standing perfectly still and silent in the corner, was a tall, handsome man in his early 30's. He wore a dog collar and his hands were cuffed behind his neck and fastened to the collar. 

Diane knew immediately what Lisa was focused on. Lisa was staring at the man's extraordinary cock. It was flaccid and a dangling ten inches. But more unusual was the fact that it was so wide, perhaps three inches in width.

"That's another slave in training. You will pay no attention to him unless ordered. Now, go service your Master and then get dressed," Diane instructed. Lisa walked over to Dave, knelt down in front of him, and without a word, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. She immediately slipped it into her mouth and began sucking.

"She is good," Diane said to herself, smiling and enjoying the sight, as she watched her husband pump his engorged cock into the blonde's mouth. She could tell Dave was about to come as he grabbed two handfuls of Lisa's blonde tresses and pulled her face firmly into his crotch, sinking his stiff cock deep into her throat. Lisa let out a muffled whimper as Dave's cock drove deep causing the girl to gag, before she was ready take him down her throat. This only caused Dave to push deeper as he pulled Lisa's head harder toward him. Diane saw all of the muscles in her husband's body tense as he flooded the girl's mouth and throat with his juice. Diane was amazed that Dave could generate so much cum having just filled her twice an hour ago. But Lisa seemed to have a gift for getting loads of extra semen from Dave's balls. "Wow," Diane murmured to herself, watching the girl clean the last drops of cum from her husband's cock. Without a word, the girl got to her feet and left the room to get dressed. 

"That's three times in an hour. Not bad," Diane said moving over to her husband and kissing him. "That's got to be a new record for you."

"Yeah," Dave said grinning. "And please remind me never to piss you off. I saw the red welts on her ass." 

They both quietly laughed, kissed quickly and Diane moved away to stand near the naked man in the corner. He was one of the many men Dave had screened some weeks ago to participate in Diane's anniversary present, the hotel gangbang. Last night when Diane told Dave her plan, Dave had remembered Thomas. Thomas was memorable not for the unusual dimensions of his cock, but because he really loved being dominated by women. Dave had rejected Thomas for the party since that wasn't what that evening was all about, but this was a perfect reason to contact him. And sure enough, after several emails, Thomas was a willing participant in tonight's activities.

Diane could feel a tingle between her legs as Lisa emerged from the room. She had laid out the girl's outfit, but could not have anticipated her appearance. Lisa stepped out wearing a tight, white satin bustier that highlighted the young woman's luscious 34 C breasts, pushing them up into generous mounds. The white stockings and white satin garterbelt framed her transparent white, crotchless panties, which allowed her newly shaved cunt to emerge when she walked. Full-length white satin gloves adorned her hands and arms and the white patent high heels made Lisa six feet of Ice Goddess. Diane flushed with anticipation and noted that Lisa had put on makeup since her arrival. Diane took that as a good sign, since Lisa wasn't told to do so.

"Come over here!" Diane directed, noting with pleasure that the appearance of the 20 year-old also aroused her husband. She smiled at Dave, and then spoke. "Your Master has a treat for you. He has filled me with cum for you."

Lisa reached out and placed her hands on Diane's round hips and lowered the older woman to the floor. Her white-gloved hands slowly ran down Diane's black stocking clad legs and spread them wide apart. Slowly, the young blonde moved her face inches from Diane's cunt, as Diane could feel the semen stored inside her beginning to seep out. Hungrily, Lisa began to lap at Diane's flowing cunt, working to gather every drop of cum. Diane could feel Lisa's mouth sucking at her womb, trying to draw out all of the sticky liquid.

"God, I think she's going to try and stick her entire head up my cunt," Diane thought to herself, as the young blonde pushed her face deeper and deeper inside Diane's generous opening. After several minutes of Lisa's oral attention, Diane felt herself about to slip into a huge orgasmic abyss and totally lose control of the evening, as Lisa hungrily lapped and sucked at her cunt.

"Damn!" Diane thought, frustrated at wanting the impending orgasm but angry knowing that it would not help her plan for the evening. Grabbing the nearby riding crop, Diane swung it hard at Lisa's upturned ass. The young woman was taken totally by surprise and let out a yelp from the pain, as the crop bit into her ass.

"STOP!" Diane yelled. "I can tell that you are enjoying yourself! Slaves only receive pleasure when they are allowed. Do you understand?" and with that Diane snapped the crop again across Lisa's ass.




Dave & Diane Ch. 4



"Yes, Mistress," Lisa softly replied, lifting her face from Diane's cunt and licking the cum and vaginal juices from around her mouth.

"Good. Now watch as I teach you the proper way to use a slave," Diane ordered, as she arose and walked over to Thomas, tied and stretched along the wall.

"God, look at the size of that cock," Diane mused to herself. "And it's not even hard yet."

Turning to Lisa, Diane said, "Come over her slave and lick this worthless cock."

Lisa immediately scrambled over and fell to her knees and instantly began to lick the dangling, flaccid cock in front of her face. After several minutes, Diane yelled, "Enough! Now, slip this ring on his cock and slide it all the way down to the base. A male slave is only good so long as he is hard, and this will keep him hard." With that, Diane handed the girl a shiny, metal cock ring. The steel ring was clearly much smaller that Thomas' enormous cock and Lisa struggled to stuff the wide dick through the opening using only her saliva as lubricant.

"Fool!" Diane shrieked. "Don't be gentle with it. Push it on there! And if you keep playing with him, it will become hard and you will never get it on!" Again, Diane brought the riding crop down, this time across Lisa's tender inner thigh, inches away from her now-swollen and damp vaginal lips. 

"Well, she certainly enjoys being the submissive," Diane thought to herself, staring at the girl's glistening cunt lips. "Let's hope she takes to being on top."

Lisa struggled for several minutes more before finally jamming the metal ring down hard onto the base of the cock. The attention and handling was clearly having an effect on Thomas, as his huge member began to grow firmer.

"Good," Diane told Lisa. "Now suck his cock a little so we can see how hard it will get. Here take this," Diane added. "If he is getting pleasure from you and you don't want him to, use this." Diane handed the girl the riding crop and gestured for her to begin. Obeying Diane's command, Lisa slowly opened her mouth and began to press the huge penis head past her lips.

Diane looked over her shoulder at her husband and flashed him a smile and a wink. "I am having entirely too much fun with this," Diane thought to herself.

The young girl began hungrily gobbling down the meaty, blood engorged penis, which had expanded to huge proportions. 

"NOOOO!" screamed Diane, grabbing the crop away from Lisa and quickly bringing it down across her back.

"Slave, can't you see that this worthless thing is enjoying this. He's pushing out his hips for his own pleasure," Diane instructed, handing the crop back to Lisa.

"Now, punish him!" Diane ordered.

Lisa raised the crop and with a half-hearted effort, brought it timidly down across Thomas' naked chest.

"No!!" Diane screeched, grabbing the crop again, this time striking Lisa's exposed ass with a vicious blow.

"Again! Harder!" Diane commanded. "And on his slave cock!"

Doing as she was ordered and fearing for another lashing on her own ass, Lisa lifted the riding crop and brought it down as hard as she could on the bobbing erection. Again Lisa lashed out onto the man's naked thighs. Another sharp blow landed on his sagging testicles, causing the young man to groan, but Diane sensed there was more pleasure than pain in the moan. Ten more times Lisa delivered punishment to Thomas' rigid cock, which seemed only to mock her by growing harder and harder as it rebounded from each stroke. Inside, Diane was disappointed. Lisa obviously feared and disliked striking the naked man.

"Enough! Good!" Diane told Lisa. "Now let's see if this slave is worthy of you, my dear," Diane said and kissed her deeply as a reward.

Diane walked over to Thomas and, using his large erection as a handle, pulled him down onto the floor and onto his back.

"Now, remember," she said to Lisa, "a slave is to be used to please you – as you would use any other piece of property. This slave is now only a piece of furniture. You will now use him as a chair. I want you to sit on his face and smother him with your cunt. When you choose, let him come up for air."

"But I can't…" stammered Lisa.

Lisa's momentary hesitation at the command brought a sharp and stinging reminder across her backside with the crop. Instantly, she stepped over Thomas' face and dropped down on top of him, spreading the fabric of the crotchless panties wide as she settled in. Within moments, Lisa had completely covered his nose and mouth with her damp cunt as she brought all of her weight to bear on his face. After a minute, she lifted her hips slightly and heard the young man gasp for air as he filled his lungs. As instructed, she ground her vaginal opening back onto his face.

"Excellent," Diane urged. "Now let's see what else this furniture can do." With that, Diane straddled the man's bucking hips, lifted his enormous cock until it was pointed directly upward, then dropped hard down onto it, plunging it deep into her wetness and forcing the remaining air out of Thomas' body. Three weeks ago, Diane would never have been able to accommodate his huge cock, but the New Diane had little trouble as his extraordinarily wide cock disappeared easily inside her. Lisa reluctantly ground her cunt onto Thomas' face and finally when it seemed he could take no more, raised her hips again and allowed one quick breath.

Diane began pounding away on the man's body, riding his massive cock as Lisa parceled out oxygen. Diane bounced up and down as she smiled at Dave nearby, who was filming the entire episode with his camcorder, seeing that the two women had matters clearly in hand. Time and again, Lisa would push Thomas to the edge of asphyxiation, allow him breath, and then clamp her dripping opening back over his face. The situation became critical as Thomas approached orgasm, struggling for air to fuel his heaving body. At the moment of his eruption, Diane felt his hot juices explode in her and coat her insides with his hot cum as he heaved and twisted to free his mouth. 

"Harder, press harder!" Diane directed Lisa, who was clearly reluctant to use more force to restrain Thomas. Diane reached out and grabbed Lisa's bare nipples and began to squeeze the hard buds until Lisa winced with pain.

"Slave, hold him still and do not let him breathe until I release your nipples!" Diane ordered.

Lisa pressed even harder down onto Thomas' face as his body lurched and struggled. At the last possible moment, Diane released Lisa's nipples. She watched as the young blonde lifted herself off of the struggling man's mouth and Diane heard him gasping for breath.

"Switch places," Diane demanded. Lisa scrambled quickly off Thomas' face. In an instant, Diane pulled off of his still rigid cock, turned around and straddled his face. With cum dripping out between her legs, Diane mashed her swollen vaginal lips onto his face, clamping her sex over his nose and mouth. 

The metal cock ring had indeed done it job and despite having just cum, Thomas' engorged cock, now purple, was still rock hard. Lisa took the massive organ and with some difficult, gradually stuffed all of the meat into her vaginal slit. The two women then began again, this time with Diane controlling their slave's breathing and young Lisa pounding up and down, repeatedly impaling herself on the massive cock.

"Oh, this is heaven," Diane thought to herself, as she felt the face of the writhing man thrash between her thighs. She could feel the remnants of his cum dripping out of her and into his gaping mouth.

"That's good, slave, " she said. "Service me properly and I'll give you a little air as a reward." These words only increased the shaking and flailing between her legs. 

"Now, pump harder! Push your cock into my little slave slut," Diane ordered, and Thomas responded with a wild, chaotic thrusting of his hips. The bucking was so hard that Lisa was dislodged from his rigid member and went flying off into the air and fell onto her side. Thomas' slimy cocked bounced madly in the air for a second then erupted, sending an arc of semen shooting into space. Large globs of cum plopped down onto the floor around Diane.

Diane, realizing that Thomas' struggle for air was now real and desperate, quickly lifted her dripping opening off of his face. Diane stood as the young man gasped for air, his naked chest heaving up and down.

"Well, that a little better, but still pitiful!" Diane said in a harsh tone, hoping that her feigned anger would ring true. "We'll have to do better tomorrow night or I'll whip both of you until you can't sit down!"

Diane sent Lisa home with strict orders to return the following night for her next lesson. Thomas, however, was not so quickly dispatched. 

"I think I'll leave the collar and cuffs on and put you on a leash. Maybe I'll walk you into my office tomorrow just as you are for all to see, as my new canine stud," Diane taunted Thomas as he lay on the floor. Refusing to unlock the handcuffs, Diane stood smiling with a thin, spiked heel firmly planted on his chest. She put a little more weight on it than she knew would be comfortable and said, "Why don't we do that. I'll take you to the office as my canine stud and let walk around naked."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Diane realized the effect the threatened public humiliation was having on Thomas. His huge cock sprang back to life. Turning to her husband, Diane smiled.

"Well, it would be a terrible shame to waste that, wouldn't it?" she said to Dave. "I think I'll take him with me to work tomorrow. Let's see if he can stay hard all day at my office."

"Excellent, " Dave said, picking up on Diane's playfulness. "And while you play with him, I'll take our little Lisa out and see if we can find her something acceptable to wear."

"Ooooooo, I like that," Diane teased gleefully. "Maybe a new outfit will bring out the new Lisa."

To Be Continued in

Dave and Diane Part 5 - The Best Laid Plans 



Dave & Diane Ch. 5



This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT NOW!! All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This material is Copyright protected. © AnnabelleandJay 2002. All Rights Reserved. 

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Part Five- The Best Laid Plans

The following morning, Diane proudly stepped off of the elevator on her office floor with Thomas in tow. Earlier that morning, she had locked a heavy collar around his neck, attached a long, dog leash chain to the collar after running it through a ring on a cock and ball harness she had put on him. Before they left the house, she gave one last strong tug on the leash. She saw that it painfully and effectively jerked his cock, scrotum and neck, all at the same time.

"Excellent!" she had exclaimed, gleefully pulling on the leash and observing how hard the young man's cock was becoming. "I think my little dog is going to like being led around all day."

Now, she strode boldly down the hall to her office, catching sideways glances from cubicles and offices as they passed. Thomas, clad only in jeans and covered by a long, black trench coat, followed close behind her. She held the leash leading to the fly opening of his partially zipped jeans discreetly in her hand. "If you don't stay close to me, I'm going to jerk on this and pull your cock out. Then I'll take you around to every woman in the office and introduce you," Diane warned through clenched teeth.

Diane knew it was a false threat since she still had to be discreet at her office, but the impact of her words, was obvious. The bulge in the front of Thomas' jeans grew larger with each step down the hall. When they arrived at Diane's office, she quickly shut the door and forced the young man to strip off his jeans. 

"Down onto all fours," she snapped, and was amused at how quickly the naked man obeyed.

"Damn," she thought to herself, laughing, "Why couldn't I have met this obedient hunk fifteen years ago. I would have made a great dominatrix with a little practice and the right guy."

She looked at his large, stiff cock, bound and chained and tethered to the other end of her leash, and sighed to herself. "Oh, well, better late than never."

"Since you are going to be my dog for the day, this will be your dog house when people are in my office," she told him, pointing to the large opening under her huge, wooden desk. 

Hidden under her massive desk, Diane knew that Thomas would be undetectable to anyone sitting across from her. She smiled at the thought of conducting meetings all day with this gorgeous, naked male sitting between her legs. Thomas quietly crawled up under the desk as Diane opened her office door to begin her day.

The day passed uneventfully until Diane's afternoon meetings. During the first meeting after lunch, she decided to take advantage of her slave and enjoy his presence under her desk. Just before the meeting, she had slipped off her panties. As now she discussed plans with two of her colleagues, Diane shifted herself forward to the edge of her large leather chair and spread her legs apart. Unnoticed by the others, she began to pull on Thomas' leash and soon had his mouth was clamped onto her wet vagina.

"Ohh!" she let out with a gasp, as he slid his tongue into her. She spoke quickly to recover in front of the others.

"Oh, that's a good idea, Jane," she said to one of the people across the desk, and then began to smile and nod as Thomas serviced her under the desk.

It was at her second meeting in the afternoon, that Diane totally lost her self-control. The trouble came in a meeting with one of her assistants, Brenda, an attractive brunette, who had been with Diane for many years. As Thomas again ate her pussy under the desk, Diane failed to stop him as he locked is mouth around her swollen clit and pushed her to another orgasm.

Right in the middle of her discussion with Brenda, Diane threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

"Aaaaahhhh," she gasped and grabbed the arms of her chair.

"Diane," Brenda demanded, jumping up, "What the hell is going on over there?"

Brenda rushed around Diane's desk just in time to see Thomas' head emerging from under Diane's skirt. His face and mouth were dripping with Diane's juices as he hunched down and tried to hide. As Diane stood up, Brenda pulled aside the chair and peered under to see Thomas, crouched naked and sporting a huge erection.

"My God, Diane!" Brenda exclaimed. "Is he yours?"

"Listen, Brenda, I can explain," Diane stammered, and then realized what Brenda had said. "Er, oh, well…. Uh.. Yes, I guess he is mine."

"Diane, we've worked together for a lot of years, we're almost the same age, and we both have been friends since we started here together. But I don't know what to do about this," Brenda said, now tugging on the leash and pulling Thomas forward. 

"Damn!" Brenda shouted, then walked over and quickly closed Diane's office door.

"Look at the size of the cock on that boy," Brenda said, staring back toward the naked figure on the floor.

"Sorry, Brenda," Diane said nervously. "I really can explain all of this."

"Oh, I'm sure you can. So, let's just continue the meeting while you explain," Brenda said, with a small smile forming on her lips.

Diane started to sit back down at her desk, when Brenda interrupted.

"No! No! Why don't you sit over there," Brenda chided, pointing to the chair across from Diane's desk. "I'll just sit here and listen while you explain this."

With that, Diane saw Brenda reach up under her dress and pull her pantyhose and panties down around her ankles and sit in Diane's chair. 

"Go ahead," Brenda said, "I'm listening." 

Diane saw her friend reach under the desk, grab a handful of Thomas' hair and pull his face snugly between her legs. Diane sat speechless as she watched her colleague ride the young man's face to the first of two orgasms. Following her first climax, Brenda stood up and pulled Thomas out from under the desk.

"Diane," she said, still panting hard from Thomas' attention to her cunt. "I don't know what you and Dave are into, but I sure hope you invite me over sometime. I've been divorced for eight years and if this is a sample of what you've got going, count me in. But for the time being, that's the nicest cock I've ever seen in my life. Does the boy know what to do with it?" Brenda said, reaching out and grabbing onto Thomas' rigid member. "God, it's huge!"

"Oh, that he does," Diane said with a smile.

"Well, do you think you could spare him for a few more minutes?" Brenda asked.

Trying to recover from her momentary setback of losing the illusion as the intimidating dominatrix, Diane reached across the desk and grabbed the leash fastened directly to Thomas' cock indirectly to his neck. She gave a swift, hard pull, dragging the stunned Thomas flat across the desk, his ass arched up in the air. Picking up a heavy aluminum ruler from the desktop, Diane swatted the naked man's ass three times, earning a pained grunt with each blow. 

"Listen closely," Diane said to the prostate man, whispering softly in his ear. "I want you to fuck her like your life depends on it. Anything short of spectacular will earn you a severe beating when we get home. Do you understand?"

Diane was improvising quickly now, since she could never have anticipated any of this, especially with someone at work. She walked back around the desk and jerked Thomas into an upright position, his massive cock protruding straight out from his athletic body. She continued on and moved behind Brenda, lifted up her dress and pushed her forward, bending her over the desk. Grabbing Thomas' throbbing cock like a handle, Diane pulled him behind Brenda's spread ass cheeks and in one swift motion guided his cock into her parted opening, pushing hard on his wide cock and splitting Brenda's vaginal lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh! It's so big. So big!" Brenda shrieked, and Diane was sure that building security was going to come bursting through the door any second because of the yelling.

For the next hour and a half, Diane watched as Thomas fucked the woman into an endorphin haze. Whatever the man had saved up from last night was drained into the Brenda's eager womb in a series of three huge climaxes. He pumped wildly again and again as the attractive brunette flailed and struggled, then she relaxed and absorbed the violent thrusts of the huge prick, then she would begin thrashing again. Diane was sure she had never witnessed anything like it before and only regretted that Dave was not here to enjoy it with her. In any other circumstance she would have gladly joined in, but she knew she and Thomas still had a night's work ahead of him with Lisa's training.

When it was over, Brenda lay in an exhausted heap on Diane's desk. Brenda could only look up at Diane and smile. Diane reached out and patted her friend's naked ass and said, "Honey, we definitely have to get you over to the house."

"If he's gonna be there," her friend replied in a hoarse voice, "I'll come anytime."

That evening, when she arrived back the house with Thomas, Diane relayed the entire details of the day at the office to Dave. He smiled and shook his head.

"Your office will never be the same. But I'm glad to hear that Brenda's going to join us sometime. I always thought she'd be a pretty hot fuck."

"Oh, you did, did you? Speaking of hot fucks," Diane said. "How did you and Lisa do today?"

"Well, she'll be here any minute now. And I think you'll be pleased. But you two need to get ready," he said, referring Thomas who was waiting downstairs.

"We got this for him," Dave said holding up a stiff, black leather harness and wrist cuffs.

"Oh, I love it!" Diane cheered. "Let's go put him in it."

Within minutes, Diane had strapped Thomas into the thick leather harness. His wrists were cuffed and hooked to rings attached to the cinched waist strap on the harness. A center strap ran up the middle of the front and back, where large steel o-rings joined several other straps wrapping around the sides. A stiff neck collar connected the top of the harness and large steel d-rings were strategically placed on the collar, waist and sides.

Diane stepped back to admire Thomas after he was firmly bound in the harness. His wrists were now securely attached to his waist and he was totally naked except the harness, his large flaccid cock dangling between his legs.

"Slave, I want that cock hard by the time I come back down," Diane ordered, grasping Thomas' limp penis and giving it a squeeze.

"He's beautiful," Diane whispered in Dave's ear. "That's so hot!"

"It gets even better," Dave said mysteriously.

"What?" Diane questioned.

"Well, let's go upstairs and I'll show you. You need to get changed" Dave replied.

In the bedroom, Diane stripped and was preparing to put on a new black vinyl body suit that she bought just for tonight, when Dave stopped her.

"Honey, that won't be necessary. In fact, I want you to put this on," he said, holding up a black leather harness and cuffs identical to the one Thomas was wearing.

"What are you talking about?" she said, now confused at her husband's request.

"Trust me on this one," Dave said reassuring her, as he slipped her second arm through the harness and firmly cinching the waist buckle, causing her to inhale quickly as he pulled it painfully tight. "Do you really want to solve the computing problem at the office?" Dave asked.

She nodded quietly as he pushed her large breasts through the leather straps wrapping around her sides and fastened the collar buckles in the back. Her generous tits now lewdly jutted out between the tight straps. The large chrome o-ring, centered just below her breasts, was cold against her flesh and sent a chill through her, causing her large nipples to harden and stand out.

"And you really do want to help Lisa and Mark, right?" Dave added, now snapping the hooks on her wrist cuffs into the rings on the waist strap.

"Yes, but I thought…" Diane started to ask, but was cut off by Dave.

"Good. Then sit down on the bed," Dave said.

Diane sat down on the edge of the bed and watched in bewilderment as Dave took out a pair of black patent shoes with ridiculously high heels.

"Honey, I can't wear those. Those are 7-inch heels. I won't even be able to walk," she said, but watched helplessly as Dave slipped the shoes on her feet and fastened them, securing the wide ankle straps with tiny, silver locks.

"And I've got the only key," he said smiling and slipped the key into his pocket.

"You bastard. What are you up to?" she said with a slight smile, but a clear note of concern in her voice.

"Okay, let's go," he said pulling her up. Diane could feel both her color and her anger rising as she glared at her husband, who was now in front of her admiring his handiwork. 

"That's perfect," he said. "And your clit ring even matches the rings on the harness. Excellent!"

"Dammit, what are you doing!" she yelled.

"Trust me," he said to her, and stepped over to kiss her on the lips. Then he took both of her hard nipples between his fingers and rolled them roughly between his fingers.

"I see you like your new outfit as much as I do," he teased, playing with her protruding nipples.

"I swear, when I get out of this, you're gonna pay," she growled.

"I'm sure I will. But for now, enjoy it and trust me that this is going to fix everything," Dave said.

"It better work!" Diane fumed to herself, as she was now being pushed down the hall, down the stairs, and ultimately coming to rest next to Thomas. They were both forced down on their knees where Dave issued some instructions.

"Tonight, you will be silent unless allowed to speak. If you cannot obey, then you will be gagged and suffer the consequences. Nod if you understand," Dave said, now very much in control.

Diane nodded, startled by the implied threat. She had never seen this side of Dave in their twenty-five years of marriage. And she wasn't sure she liked it at all. And now, the sound of Lisa's car drive up in front of the house did very little to calm Diane's nerves.

The front door flew open and Diane gasped aloud at the sight standing in the doorway. Where Lisa's limp blonde hair had always been before was a tight, black leather hood on her head. A hole in the back of the hood allowed her blonde hair, now woven into a long ponytail, to hang out and whip behind her as she looked quickly around and stepped into the room. Her long legs were encased in tight black boots that went from pointed toes and slender tall heels all the way up as far as Diane could see. Glimpses of the boots flashed from the front slit in the long black leather dress the slim blonde was wearing. A long zipper ran the full length up the front of the fitted dress. The zipper was pulled down just below Lisa's breasts, exposing large pressed mounds of cleavage. Diane could see the young woman's luscious breasts were pushed up and that just a slight tug on the zipper would send them spilling out. In her mind's eye, she could see herself leaning forward and pulling down the zipper, allowing the girl's beautiful tits to envelope and smother her face. Suddenly movement pulled Diane back to the present and aware of her predicament.

As Lisa walked over and stood directly in front of her, Diane noticed dangling leather tentacles extending from her hand. Lisa was carrying a whip of some sort and Diane jerked slightly back as Lisa pressed the nine long leather strands to Diane lips. Without being asked, Diane instinctively kissed strips of the leather flail.

"Good," Lisa said, her voice cold. "Stand up."

As ordered, Diane stood and Lisa stepped to within inches of her. The girl was beautiful, Diane thought to herself, noticing the sharp, dark edge of her lip-liner, the dark wild eyes, the pale, white skin, all framed by the leather hood.

"You were wrong, you know," Lisa said, touching one of Diane's nipples with the whip strands. "I enjoyed the sex with you, but there's a lot more to this than enjoyment. I found that out today, with Dave. You see, it's not about pleasure and not even about sex. It's all about power. To dominate, you have to enjoy the power more than the pleasure of the sex. But you don't. You're too easily sidetracked by the pleasure. Oh, Dave showed me all of the pictures of you - you fucking twenty-some guys, drinking cum, even sticking a champagne bottle up that hot little cunt of yours. How could a slut like you ever think you could dominate me?"

"Oh, no, not that!" Diane thought to herself, her mind beginning to spin out scenarios of doom. "Dave wouldn't have shown her those pictures. He couldn't have!" She could only imagine Lisa telling the events to her husband, and then everyone at the office would know about it. 

Lisa reached out and pressed a finger between Diane's legs, slipping a finger into to her damp slit.

"You see, you're already wet just standing here. Oh, yes, and I even saw pictures of you fucking a dog and loving every minute of it. No, dear, you don't really enjoy the power. You just like the sex," Lisa said, pressing her fingers deeper into Diane's wet slit.

"But I think I understand the pleasure of power now. Because tonight, you're going to do everything I want. And cock boy there is going to help," Lisa said, pointing to Thomas.

"First, you're going to walk outside and down to the street," Lisa demanded. "In case any of your neighbors saw me last night, I want them to know who the real slut slave is around here."

Diane opened her mouth in protest only to be silenced by the sting of the leather biting into her naked ass. She hesitated a moment, then the air whistled and another pain flashed through her body as the whip landed again.

"Move! Or I'll peel every inch of flesh off of that lovely round ass of yours!" Lisa warned.

Diane quickly glanced over to Dave for help, confused why he didn't jump in a stop this. Too late. The whip flew again and her backside was now on fire. She saw Lisa's arm move back again, and before it could land another blow, Diane was up and headed out her front door and walking down the sidewalk. She tottered precariously on the impossibly high heels moving slowly down the walkway, hoping that the dusk of evening would be enough to obscure the view of any of their neighbors happening a glance out of a window. 

This wasn't at all how she had planned tonight to go, Diane thought. She was supposed to lead, she was supposed to be in control. She was supposed to humiliate the girl! Now, instead, she was walking around her neighborhood, naked, and ashamed, feeling betrayed by her husband, and her ass was aching from a whipping. She almost broke into tears as she returned through the front door and back into the living room.

"There. That was fun, wasn't it?" Lisa taunted. "You enjoyed parading around naked for the neighbors, didn't you, slut? You like showing your hot body off don't you?" "Answer me!" Lisa yelled.

"Yes," Diane replied quietly.

"Yes, what?" Lisa pressed.

"Yes, I like showing my hot body off," Diane confessed.

"Good. You get a little reward for following orders. Both of you come with me," Lisa directed.

She led Diane and Thomas down the hall and into the bathroom, where Diane winced at the sight greeting her. There, hanging from a line, were two huge enema bags, filled and swollen with liquid.

"You're going to love this. It's Dave special mixture," Lisa said smiling at Diane. "The same one you had the night of your big anniversary party. A little wine, a little coffee, and a little something from Dave's special medicine bag."




Dave & Diane Ch. 5



"What the hell is she talking about?" Diane wondered. She knew about the wine and coffee enema Dave had given her, but what something special? She just thought she'd had too much to drink that night and could remember only bits and pieces the next morning. Had Dave put something else in the enema mixture he gave her?

With their hands firmly locked to their waists, Lisa and Dave pushed her and Thomas forward and onto the cold floor. Instantly, Diane could feel a slippery finger enter her tender rectum. It withdrew and she felt the enema nozzle slip into her tight muscle ring. Soon she could feel the warm solution rushing in, filling her bowels. She felt the muscles of her abdomen quickly distending and stretching. As the fluid continued to flow into her bottom, Lisa stood over her and Thomas and snapped orders.

"Good. You'll take every drop and hold it until I tell you to empty it. Oh, and while you were exposing yourself to the neighbors, Dave told me what you two were up to all day at the office. I'm so glad that you two had a good time today. You like having your face buried in a woman's cunt, don't you?" Lisa asked Thomas, nudging him with the point of her boot.

"Yes, Mistress," he meekly replied. 

"Well, Pussy-Face, we'll work on some of your other talents tonight," she said. "And you," Lisa said, kicking Diane, "From what I saw in the photos today, you really enjoy getting it in the ass, don't you? And you most certainly enjoyed sticking your fist up my ass the other night, didn't you?"

Diane paused just a moment too long with her reply. Being on her knees with her ass in the air and an enema hose stuck inside her, left her much too vulnerable. The whip whistled through the air and Diane winced and squirmed under the blow. She struggled hard not to dislodge the hose from her rectum.

"Yes, Mistress, I enjoy getting it in the ass" she said.

"Good, Ass-Slut," Diane said. "Then, you and Pussy-Face here will have as good time."

After all of the fluid in the enema bag had drained into her, Diane and Thomas were kept kneeling painfully down on the floor, endlessly holding in the warm liquid. When she was sure that she couldn't hold it anymore, Diane felt a wave of relief when she heard Lisa say, "All right, Ass-Slut, you first," and Diane scrambled over and emptied her aching bowels. Back down on the floor, she watched as Thomas did the same. 

"Well done," Lisa said, standing between them as they returned to their kneeling positions on the bathroom floor. Diane could feel the slight tickle of the whip's lashes on her bare ass as Lisa waved it above her, lightly touching her tender flesh.

"Since you both enjoyed that so much, let's do it again," Diane heard Lisa say, as Dave re-entered the bathroom with two more swollen enema bags. And again, she and Thomas had hoses reinserted into their rectums and had the entire contents of the bags emptied into them. Again, she and Thomas stayed on the floor in agony and awaited permission to empty themselves.

"Stand up, Ass- Slut!" Lisa ordered, lightly kicking Diane with her boot.

Diane struggled and finally managed to stagger to her feet, now feeling quite drunk. Trying to balance herself on the ridiculously high heels, Diane fell against the wall, before regaining her balance. As Diane stood upright, Lisa walked over to her and gently stroked Diane's grotesquely distended belly. The tight waistband of the harness created a huge bulge below her navel.

"Why, Dave, it looks like Ass-Slut is pregnant," Lisa said laughingly to Dave. "And at your age, Ass-Slut. Now, come over her!" Lisa reached out and roughly grabbed the pierced ring in Diane's clit hood. She began to jerk, pulling Diane over in front of the kneeling Thomas. Diane winced as the pain jolted through her tender sex as Lisa tugged and pulled on her tender clit until she stood only inches of Thomas' face. Lisa then took out a short length of chain and clipped one end of it onto Diane's clit ring. She then fastened the other end to the ring on Thomas' collar, so the young man's face was now lashed securely just six inches away from Diane's vagina.

"Now, Pussy-Face, don't tear Ass-Slut's clit or I'm going to be pissed. Ass-Slut! You, go empty yourself!" Lisa snapped, bring the whip down hard on Diane's ass and forcing her swollen abdomen to bump against Thomas' nearby face. Confused, Diane was about to ask how she could do that still chained to Thomas like she was, but another quick blow of the whip on her sore ass had her tottering with small, mincing steps over to the toilet, Thomas crawling on his knees to follow.

Diane was red with embarrassment and sheer humiliation, her body flushed and sweating but now much relieved, as she sat on the toilet and emptied her swollen, aching bowels. Thomas' face rested on the toilet seat between her spread legs until she finished and then the two of them gingerly switched positions, with Diane now standing above the seated Thomas, her legs wide apart, straddling the toilet and him on it. With her head spinning, Diane tipped wildly from side to side, almost losing her balance and falling several times. She rocked forward to stabilize herself, pressing her crotch into Thomas' face to steady herself. Soon she felt the young's man tongue flicking out and dipping between her hot sex lips.

"Oh, God, this can't be happening. He's eating me on the toilet. It's too much. I can't do this!" she groaned to herself, but in another minute she could feel her body responding to his mouth. She began pressing hard and grinding her cunt against his mouth and face. Her head spun dizzily as she could feel Thomas' tongue working the chain connecting them from side to side and pushing it out of the way, while she began bucking and grinding her hips onto his mouth.

"Well, look at that," she heard Lisa say, a vague, distant voice somewhere far off. Diane's body began to shake and shudder, as she felt herself about to explode. "Pussy- Face is going to make Ass-Slut come right here."

Diane drove her body again the young man's mouth, thrusting her hips up and down as he lapped away at her moist spread. She couldn't stand it any longer.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, as her body quivered and shook, his hot mouth clamped to her cunt. "YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" she wailed, grinding her shaved mound hard against his face.

"She really is quite a slut, isn't she," Diane heard Lisa say, as she tried to regain her balance and stand up after finally collapsing from her orgasm and sagging onto the still seated Thomas.

"Oh, she is that," Diane heard Dave reply.

"Okay, you two, clean each other up and get back into the living room," Lisa said unhooking the small section of chain secured to Diane's clit.

Diane and Thomas managed to clean each other off despite having their hands fastened to the harness waistbands. In her mind, Diane flashed back to images of herself cleaning her soiled infants children while changing dirty diapers. Only this infant had a giant, erect penis. She struggled to clear her head, but again tipped and fell against a nearby wall.

Diane could see that Thomas was feeling the intoxicating effect of the enema liquid as much as she was. They both staggered down the hall and back into the room where Lisa and Dave awaited. "Only he doesn't have these damn seven inch heels on," she thought to herself, her thoughts as slurred as if they had been words out of her mouth.

Back in the room, Lisa pushed Thomas to his knees and now had him on all fours, inspecting his ass. 

"Did you do a good job of cleaning him, Ass-Slut?" Lisa asked Diane. "I certainly hope so, for your sake," she said, now grabbing a fist full of Diane's red hair and pushed her down onto the floor. Before she knew what was happing, Diane found her face wedged between Thomas' muscular ass cheeks, her nose pressing against his tight brown anus ring.

"Pussy-Face ate you out, now it's only fair that you return the favor, Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered. " Now! And don't tell me you've never rimmed a man before, Ass-Slut, because I saw pictures of you with your tongue up some black guy's ass at that party."

"Oh, no," Diane thought, as she remembered back to her gang bang party and the images of her lewdly sticking her tongue in several of the participant's assholes. Dave's photos had been very graphic in her exploits that night. Out of the corner of her eye, Diane caught the blur of Lisa's arm preparing the whip to strike her upturned bottom, and quickly plunged her tongue into Thomas' sphincter. Soon, she was pushing her tongue deep into his puckered opening and heard his moans. His hips pumped the air, fucking and thrusting his rigid member into some invisible opening. Diane could see that having her tongue in his asshole was giving Thomas a fabulous erection. Oh, God, how she wanted to touch it, to grab it and stuff it into her dripping cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she could see bright lights snapping on around her and she could hear the electronic click of a camera shutter. Stunned, Diane paused, realizing that Dave was photographing her eating Thomas' ass and recording her humiliation.

"Do you like that, Ass-Slut? I asked Dave to take picture so you'd remember tonight. Now get to it!" Lisa shouted.

Diane plunged her tongue back into Thomas' asshole. The more the young man bucked and pumped his hips, the deeper Diane dove into his rectum. She could taste the bitter tang of the wine and coffee liquid and the dark sweetness of his puckered opening, as she lapped at the elastic ring.

"Enough!" she heard Lisa shout. In another second, Lisa had grabbed her by the collar on the harness and spun her around so she was now ass to ass with Thomas on all fours. Lisa took a slightly longer piece of chain and again hooked one end to Diane's silver clit ring. Then Lisa took a sharp-toothed clamp on the other end of the chain, grabbed a thick fold of the skin on Thomas' balls and clamped the chain to his tender flesh.

Diane could hear the painful groan from the young man as the metal teeth bit into his scrotum. Then Diane felt slippery fingers sliding in and out of her exposed asshole, smearing it with a coating of slippery lubricant. She could tell the same was happening to Thomas. All the while she could see and hear Dave moving around her, recording her humiliation with a camera.

"All right, Ass-Slut and Pussy Face, I want you to look at me," Lisa order.

Diane looked and saw that Lisa was holding a long, two-headed plastic dildo, two perhaps three feet long. 

"The chain is just long enough that the two of you will stay close together and keep this in. And until it totally disappears from sight, you will be whipped," Lisa declared.

Then Diane felt the cold plastic head of the toy press against her tight, anal opening. She felt a sudden push and the head of the dildo popped into her yielding rectum and buried itself several inches inside her bowels. She could tell that the same had just happened to Thomas. They were now both impaled anally on the same dildo and going to be forced to take all of the outrageous length of the toy inside them. Or suffer the consequences.

Slowly, Diane gave a slight push and could feel another inch of the object slide into her ass as she tried to relax her anal muscles. She hoped that this would satisfy Lisa and spare her from the whip. But it was not to be. Diane heard the whistle and felt the sting on her ass. Then she felt the sting again, as the thin straps bit into her ass cheeks. 

"I'm going to really enjoy this. I'll stop as soon as it disappears, and not before," the blonde said, her long ponytail whipping around as fast as the flail in her hand. Diane heard the whish of the whip, but didn't feel it land, as the blow struck Thomas on the ass. Again, she heard the whistle in the air, could feel him lurch under the whip. Then another blow, this time back on her ass. The blows became a steady stream, alternating between the two of them. Desperate, Diane pushed harder, now rocking back and forth as the long plastic tube sank deeper and deeper into her stretching elastic ring. Her bowels ached to adjust to the giant plastic probe. But the beating didn't cease. The blows continued to cover her ass. Diane couldn't conceive that there could possibly be any of the dildo still visible. She felts as if she had all two and a half feet of the toy stuffed in her ass alone. She now lurched and rocked with a desperation, sure that she would be unable to bear much more of the beating. She could feel the stiff rod plunging deep into her rectum, sawing in and out as the two of them pounded away against each other, trying to hide all signs of the toy from Lisa's view. 

Diane was shaking wildly now. She could feel her large, pendulous breasts sagging and heaving under her as she madly drove to and fro, with each push taking more of the plastic rod into her ass. Finally, as the blows continued to rain down on her welted bottom, she felt Thomas' ass cheeks bump hers. At last, they were close! She pulled forward and drove backward again, once more feeling the heat from his whipped flesh against her burning bottom. Again the pole sank deeper into her aching insides and with one last desperate lurch, she pressed back with all her might pushing her ass cheeks firmly against Thomas'. They ground their backside together and Diane could swear that she could feel the puckered ring of his anus rubbing against her stretched asshole. And finally the blows stopped. 

The room spun and swirled around Diane's head. She could her Lisa's panting, Thomas moaning, her own raspy breathing and the whir of the camera as she and Thomas ground their bottoms together, now hungrily devouring the plastic cock that connected them. Then they stopped. Diane was exhausted as she collapsed down on her haunches. She felt Lisa's sweating hand reach between her legs and unfasten the chain. Ever so slowly, Diane began to pull her body forward. She felt the now hot plastic pole begin to move from deep within her, begin to slide out of her ass as she moved forward. She couldn't believe how much of the giant tool was buried in her bottom as she continued to crawl forward. Finally, she heard the pop, and felt the dildo slip and eject from her stretched, abused ass.

"That was exciting. Well, now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn," Lisa said ominously.

"Oh, no, " Diane thought, hearing the blonde's words ringing in her ears, now feeling like she was trapped in some sadistic hallucination. "What can she possibly do to us now?" Diane wondered, in a vain attempt to snap her mind into focus. 

"Did you like our little toy?" Lisa asked. "Dave and I bought it today while shopping. Ass-Slut, do you like my dress? We got it today, too. And if I'm going to have fun with you and Pussy-Face, I'll need to come out of my dress. Unzip me, Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered, walking over to Diane and pulling her upright by the hair.

"Unzip me!" Lisa ordered.

Diane opened her mouth and took the zipper pull in her teeth and began tugging the zipper down. It was like some bizarre dream, her earlier thought now becoming real. This had to be some nightmare that she was in, because she certainly couldn't have lost control of the evening so quickly and so easily, she thought to herself. And Dave was allowing all of this to happen, her humiliation, her beating. Her head clouded and ached, trying to make sense of it all. She continued to tug on the zipper of Lisa's dress. The smell of new leather filled her nostrils as she reached the end and the dress flew open. Diane looked up at the beauty standing over her and instantly felt the tingle between her legs. The look on Diane's face did not go unnoticed by Lisa.

"Well, Ass-Slut, I can tell you like what you see. But now that you're just a slave, we can't play the same way that we used to, can we? Maybe I'll fist fuck you in the ass, first, just like you did to me. Would you like that?" Lisa asked staring down and the kneeling Diane. "Would you!"

"Yes," Diane meekly replied.

"Yes, what, Ass-Slut?" Lisa said.

"Yes, I'd like you to fist fuck me in the ass," Diane answered.

"Beg me!" Lisa snapped.

"Please fist fuck me in the ass," Diane pleaded.

"Yes, I'm sure you would love that, Ass-Slut. But you should know that a slave never gets what it wants. It's what I want that matters," Lisa said, and turned and walked away.

Diane was stunned and confused by the transformation of the young beauty that stood before her. The blonde was now teasing and tormenting her, and Diane was willing and eager to humiliate herself. Lisa was truly reveling in her power and control over Diane, and Diane knew it. 

Diane looked back up to see the sneer on Lisa's face as she crouched down on the floor. Only now did Diane take in all of Lisa's appearance. Lisa wore a black leather half bra with silver studs on the small half cups. Diane could see Lisa's beautiful 34C breasts pushed upward and her pink nipples jutting out, making Diane ache to be able to suck on them. Lisa's generous breasts only seemed that much larger in contrast to her tiny waist and narrow hips. 

Lisa moved again and walked toward a corner of the room. She was wearing some kind of leather-studded thong, except the straps in the back ran over her taut ass cheeks instead of up the middle. Diane watched her ass move as Lisa walked away, with the tall black leather boots stopping just under her ass cheeks. Lisa bent over to pick something up and gave Diane a clear view of her asshole, a view Diane knew was intentional. Lisa spun dramatically around holding a huge plastic dong mounted on a flat base.

"Here's something else Dave and I bought today, just for you, Ass-Slut," Lisa said smiling.

Diane gasped. She had certainly seen something like the dildo before, but the huge toy was only meant to be a novelty and not for actual use. It was made of pink rubber, perhaps twenty inches long and five inches wide. Diane knew it was only a joke, a gag gift, and no one could really use it.

"That's for you Ass-Slut," Lisa said. "But we didn't forget you, Pussy-Face, during our shopping spree. This is for you," she said to Thomas, taking up another dildo, this one only about 10 inches long. 

"I thought it looked just like you," Lisa said, flashing a menacing smile, and snapping the smaller of the two plastic dicks onto fasteners on the front of her leather thong.

Diane was stunned when Lisa walked back over to her and set the massive plastic penis directly on the floor in front of her. 

"We want to see you fuck this, Ass-Slut," Lisa said softly, standing in front of Diane, the artificial strap-on phallus now dangling just in front of Diane's face.

Diane shook her head as if trying to shoo away a swarm of pesky flies. 

"I…. I can't," Diane stammered. "It's too big."

"Nonsense," said Lisa, almost tenderly as if trying to seduce her. She gently pulled Diane up to her feet. As she spoke, Lisa slipped her hand between Diane's legs and began rubbing her swollen cunt lips and protruding clit. Diane was burning for her touch and groaned when the young woman began massaging her wet sex lips.

"I saw Dave fist your hot cunt the other night. And it's certainly not any wider that that champagne bottle you fucked. You do want to please me don't you? And I'm sure your hot little pussy is just aching to be fucked," Lisa whispered, picking up the speed of her hand working into Diane's dripping opening. "See, even now you're so hot. And so wet. Fuck yourself with this and then I'll give you an extra special treat."

"I ….I don't know," Diane replied, her mind reeling. Diane was being seduced and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself. Lisa's hand was now rapidly rubbing her sensitive clit and she could feel her body responding to the young woman's touch. 

"I'm not sure. Dave…?" she panted, now pushing her hips against Lisa's hand.




Dave & Diane Ch. 5



"Dave wants you to. He wants to see you take all of that," Lisa said.

And suddenly Dave was at her side, cupping one of her breasts in his hand and whispering into her ear.

"You want to be a good slave don't you? You want to please Lisa don't you? And how can we ever go to Tennessee to the horse ranch if you can't do this? You want that, don't you?" Dave whispered. 

"Come," Lisa said softly and guided Diane down to the floor on onto all fours. Lisa smeared the massive toy with some slippery goo, and playfully licked her full lips as she stroked the coated dong and looked invitingly at Diane.

Diane was speechless now. The only thing she could think about was the touch of Lisa's hand on her cunt, the urge she felt stirring deep inside her. Of course she wanted to please Lisa, and to please Dave. She rocked forward and tilted her ass upward providing Lisa both with a signal of acquiescence and ease of entry into her tunnel. She felt Lisa's hand spread her swollen lips wide apart and felt the cold smooth plastic press against her hot opening. Diane became aware of the growing pressure between her legs. She felt the head of the massive dong pushing her apart and her tender flesh resisting. Then it happened. The huge head popped inside her. The jolt cleared her head for a second and she could feel the tender lining of her pussy clamping down, resisting the huge intruder. Diane was sure that she would not be able to do this.

Lisa had moved around in front of her now and leaned forward, kissing her tenderly on the lips. Then, as the kiss broke, Lisa placed both of her hands on Diane's shoulders and quickly drove her backwards, forcing the entire length of the gigantic plastic dick up into her searing passage.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Diane shrieked, as the massive phallus plowed into her and split her pussy apart. The room was dark and her head spun from the pain ripping through her. Diane felt like she was going to tear wide open from the size of the gigantic fake cock. The soft lining of her vagina erupted, spasming and twitching, as it clamped tightly against the unyielding dildo inside her.

"Oh, Ass-Slut, come on, you know you love it," Lisa said, now standing above Diane, a hard smile on her face. "Penetration! Now that's real power, and I love it. You'll do whatever I want. It just depends on how I get you to do it. You're such a submissive, Ass-Slut. Now get to work while I work on the other part of your surprise."

Lisa walked over behind Thomas who was still on all fours, and dropped to her knees behind him. Diane could see the smiling blonde staring directly at her as she smeared lubricant between Thomas' ass cheeks. She aimed the strap-on penis between his checks and thrust forward. Diane saw Thomas' handsome face contort with pain as his throat muscles clenched and a groan strained out. Then his pained expression dissolved and Diane could see that he had slipped into a sea of pleasure. Diane watched as Lisa began to pump away, driving the fake dick deep into Thomas' asshole.

"You better get to work over there, Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered. "I want you ready when we get there.

Diane was confused by the meaning of the order, but began to slowly pump up and down on the gigantic dildo as her ravaged cunt began to accommodate to the size of the plastic monster inside her. She looked over at Lisa and began to watch the erotic scene across from her unfold, as Thomas was obviously swept away by his impalement. As she looked on, Diane became more aroused by the vision of Lisa on Thomas' back. The more she looked on, the more excited she became. Lisa was now ass fucking Thomas with the strap-on and the gorgeous young stud was going wild. Diane could see that Thomas' cock was now a rigid piece of steel between his legs, bouncing and waving as his hips gyrated under Lisa's pounding.

Diane was enrapt by the sight as she now began to rhythmically bounce up and down on the giant plastic pole stuffed inside here. Her cunt had stretched out and was now eagerly consuming the artificial monster. Diane felt the tightness of huge member inside her cunt. She began to bear down as she pumped increasing the friction of the slippery dildo against her clit. She could hear herself groaning, she could hear Thomas grunting and she could see Dave catching all of the bizarre scene with the camera. Just as she was beginning to increase the speed of her thrusts she saw Lisa pull quickly out of Thomas' asshole, grab him roughly by the collar and pull him upright on his knees. 

His rigid cock jutted out in to the air, waved madly about and finally pointed directly at Diane. Then, as if in a daze, she watched as Lisa walked the young man, still on his knees, around behind her. Diane felt Lisa's hands on her waist and in a moment realized that her cuffed wrists had been released. Then she felt Thomas' hand and realized that his hands were now hooked to the rings on her harness. His strong hands instantly grabbed the large mounds of her breasts as his fingers dug into her hard flesh. Then the earth shook. She felt a huge crash as all of his weight came down on her back. Her hands quickly went forward as she braced herself on all fours, the huge plastic penis crammed inside her cunt and Thomas now lying on top of her.

"Oh, no!!" thought Diane, but it was too late. She felt Thomas' stiff cock plunge into her still dilated and stretched asshole. Her sphincter burned from the sudden invasion and she desperately clenched her rectum muscles, trying to slow down his deep thrust. But it did no good. Thomas' massive cock slid into her still greased asshole and sunk all the way in until she felt his balls slap against her stuffed cunt.

"Ummmmph," she grunted, as she could feel his weight fall forward. She then heard the young man let out with another groan. It was then that Diane realized that Lisa was now fucking Thomas in the ass while Thomas was fucking her in the asshole. She felt his wide cock slipping back, withdrawing from her reamed ass. Then another lurching explosion as Lisa plowed into him and he drove deep into her bottom. The pressure of his broad prick sliding into her ass, pressing hard against the enormous plastic cock stuffed in her stretched cunt was a pleasure beyond anything she could ever imagine. Her holes were as filled as far as the limits of her body would allow and she began to wish Dave would come and cram his stiff cock into her mouth. But she could tell Dave was still busy recording all of her lust and degradation on film. 

And soon the three of them were pumping away is a mad frenzy. As the two above her plowed forward in into her inviting ass, Diane pressed down pushing every inch of the enormous fake cock deep into her stretched tunnel. She knew she was going to come and come hard. It would only be a matter of time. And now that Lisa and Thomas had synchronized their thrusts, Diane knew it would likely be soon. 

"Do you like that, Ass-Slut?" she heard Lisa ask from above. "You think Pussy-Face is fucking your hot asshole, but he's not. I am. He's just an extension of me, of my cock, splitting your eager little ass cheeks."

Diane knew instantly she was right. Lisa was fucking her asshole. Lisa was penetrating her with every stroke, every thrust. Then, just as she could feel the stirrings of a massive orgasm beginning to gather deep in enflamed cunt, it stopped. Lisa had stopped, Thomas had stopped, his cock frozen still in her rectum.

"Okay, I'm ready," Diane heard Lisa say. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Diane save Dave move near them, then disappear behind the three-backed beast they had created. She saw Dave's pants fall into a heap next to them. Then, there was silence, broken by "Ahhhhhhh, yes." Was that Lisa, she thought? Yes, yes that was Lisa's pleasurable moan she heard.

The cock in her ass stirred. Then she felt the motion begin again. Thomas slowly eased into her ass, deep into her willing back hole. Then, another stroke, another plunge into pleasure. And another - each one harder, each one deeper than the previous one. It was then that she heard the familiar groan she had come to know like the beat of her own heart. It was Dave! Yes, Dave was fucking Lisa. Then she heard Lisa, in a passionate plea.

"Yes! Do it! Fuck my ass! Oh, yes, please, I want you to cum in my ass!" Lisa moaned.

The foursome began to move as one, picking up speed, the power of the thrusts awesome as Diane felt like all three of them, Thomas, Lisa and Dave, were all fucking her in the ass at the same time. Each one separately and all three of them collectively were driving deep into her steaming bowels. And in some surreal vision of herself, she could see the three of them crammed into her bottom at the same time, driving her to new heights of lust and ecstasy.

She began pumping like a madwoman, grinding her spread sex lips hard against the massive plastic cock and bucking to receive the anal pleasure that all three of them would deliver to her, if only in her mind.

"Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! All of you! YES! MAKE ME YOUR ASS-SLUT. FILL MY ASS! ALL OF YOU!" Diane screamed, her voice rising to a shriek. Teetering on the brink of orgasm, her body trembled terribly, as she felt the contractions and spasms beginning in her womb.

"I'MMMMMMMMMCUUUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!" she yelled, as her nerve endings exploded and her eyes, clamped shut, displayed a supernova of white lights flashing behind her eyelids. As her body shook and shuddered, she felt Thomas spurt his searing load deep into her ravaged bowels.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she heard, his voice ringing in her ears. Then his shout became a roar as it was joined by Lisa and Dave and all merged to become a chorus. 

Drained and exhausted, Diane fell forward, her head now resting on the floor. For the first time since this bizarre coupling began, she felt discomfort and unpleasurable pain. The weight of the three people on top of her suddenly felt crushing, driving her unmercifully down, and impaling her upon the huge plastic phallus between her legs. She could feel Thomas' sweating bulk directly on top of her, still twitching, still throbbing, as he finished draining his balls into her aching ass. She was also sure that she could feel Dave, all the way on the top of the pile, shaking as the last drops of his cum seeped into Lisa's backside.

And then relief came. The crushing weight was off of her as strong hands began to lift her up.

"Yyooohhumppff," she moaned, as the massive plastic dick began to withdraw from her stretched and battered vagina. The giant dildo slipped of her with a "SSOPP," as the juices and the suction gave way, yielding to the exit. She stood, feeling as if she had just given birth to another child.

Lisa stood in front of her, covered in sweat, glowing in self-satisfaction. She leaned forward and gave Diane a deep, tender kiss, gently caressing one of Diane's breasts in her hand.

"Listen, sweetie," she said, breaking the kiss, but still fondling Diane's soft mound. "The night's still young and I'd love to stay and play, but I realize that I have some things at home to take care of. I really did enjoy it thought. Let's do it again."

Lisa kissed her again, and added with a smile, "Maybe you can be on top, next time." She paused and flashed Diane a huge smile as she threw on her dress and headed for the door. Then she stopped and the long blonde ponytail whipping aside as she turned back to Diane. "Maybe," Lisa said, and was out the door.

Totally spent, Diane felt as if she were going to collapse on the spot. Then Dave was by her side, lifting her, helping her up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. As her body fell onto the softness and comfort of the bed, she could distantly hear Dave's voice say, "Baby, while you make a really good dom, you are one fucking unbelievably hot bottom."

She then felt Thomas' warm body slide in next to her on one side of the bed and Dave snuggle against her on the other. A small smile crossed her face knowing that her nap would be brief.

Four days later, Diane Stone sat in her boss' office, as the company CEO stood behind his desk, singing songs of praise.

"You're a miracle worker, Diane! A miracle worker!" he proclaimed. "I don't know how you did it, but in less that a week, you've got the whole technology problem turned around. Listen, I know it's not much, but you'll find a nice bonus in this month's check. And why don't you take a week off. I know you worked hard on this. And you look kind of tired. I know how challenging this must have been for you."

Diane just shook her head and smiled to herself as she walked back to her office. Actually, she hadn't done anything more about the computer problem following that night with Lisa. She and Dave and Thomas had been rather busy, though. But she knew that Mark and his group were working again, pulling all-nighters and working through the weekend. And now, not only was the system working, there were even new features appearing every day, to the delight of the company and customers alike.

At her desk, Diane looked at her calendar, thinking that a week off would be great. It would offer her and Dave a chance to take that often discussed trip to Tennessee. Then, as she looked up from her desk, all of the color drained from her face because of what she saw down the hall at the far end of the cubicle area. It was Lisa. With Thomas in tow! 

"Damn," she thought. "She's here to make me grovel, or humiliate me – or worse!"

It was too late. Lisa had spotted her and was walking toward Diane's office. Diane was amazed at the transformation that had taken place. Lisa was wearing a silver leather mini skirt that Diane knew couldn't have been more than twelve inches long. The blonde's long, shapely legs, clad in black fishnet pantyhose, were exposed all the way up to the girl's crotch. Silver, ankle-top high heels boots flashed as she walked. A tight, very fitted black leather vest exposed an abundance of cleavage as Diane, mesmerized by the bounce of the girls breasts, watched her stride across the open office area and into Diane's office. Her hair was pulled dramatically back and the long blonde ponytail swayed behind her.

"Hi, sweetheart," Lisa said, walking over to Diane and giving her a quick kiss. "Just wanted to let you know that I was going to borrow Thomas for a few days. Hope that's all right with you. I'd like to try a few new things with him. I want you and Dave to come over soon. Come on, walk me out," the young girl said, enthusiastically grabbing Diane's hand as they walked back to the cubicles.

When they arrived back where Thomas was waiting, Lisa walked into the area where Mark, her husband and his computer team was located. Lisa snapped her finger, and Mark and the four men of the group stood up and walked slowly over to Lisa, forming a line behind Thomas. Diane was stunned as she looked on and stared at the huddled group of men, their heads slightly bowed. There was something no quite right, Diane thought to herself as she perused the scene. Then, as she glanced down, she knew what it was. The pant legs of the men's trousers were all too short, hemmed some six inches off of the floor, as if a tailor had made some horrible mistake. 

Diane smiled, as she noticed all of the exposed ankles. All of the men were wearing stockings! Diane covered her mouth to keep from laughing aloud at the thought of her entire computer team in garterbelts and stockings. Lisa snapped a command to the group.

"Come!" she barked, as if directing a bunch of dogs, then added to Diane, "And I need to borrow them too."

Lisa smiled at Diane and Diane smiled back. As the group of men followed the bouncing ponytail toward the door, Diane called out, "Dave and I would love to come over sometime."

End of Part Five

Continued in Dave and Diane Chapter Six: Diane's Lust