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Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



My name is Diane, and this is the story of the collapse of my life. I like to think I have something to look forward to but I don't. So if you are into the happy ever after thing then you should look somewhere else. Still you might find this interesting all the same? So I shall begin with the events that triggered this tragic story off. 

I stood waiting in the hall with my bags packed, just 2 suitcases after 3 years of marriage. Well I was the one running away. My smile dropped when the door opened. There stood my mother. 

"So it's true you little slut!"

Her vicious words were still echoing round my head as the slap to my face landed. I fell back on the stairs clutching my burning cheek. I looked behind her and saw my boyfriend coming up the path.

"Please just let me go Maureen," I sobbed.

I picked up my bags trying not to look at her. But I could feel the hatred from her eyes burning like acid on my skin.

"Wait, Diane I have to tell you something," Gary said nervously.

"Well go on spit it out man!" Maureen boomed.

He looked as scared as I felt. Slowly I let my bags slip to the floor.

"Faye and I, well we, I," he stammered.

"Come on you little weasel, I can't wait to hear this," Maureen said, as she folded her arms.

I think she had the same thought as me, I just didn't want to hear it. Why was he letting me down again! I shook my head slowly in disbelief, and my eyes started to fill with water.

"We are going to try again," he said, almost choking on his words.

I watched Maureen close the door in his face. She looked down at my suitcases with a sick grin.

"So who are you going to run to now Diane?"

I sat at the kitchen table sobbing into my cup. Maureen strutted around telling me how she never liked me, and how her son was too good for me. I just sat there taking it all, unable to think of one reason to defend myself with. She went to let Sammy in from the back garden. He was my husband's dog, a golden retriever. I just watched her stroke Sammy that dog was always higher than me in the order of things. I didn't hate Sammy I just didn't want a dog. But she had got it for Nigel's birthday two years ago. Even that was against my wishes. 

"So what are you going to do now then?"

I couldn't answer because I didn't know. She was deliberately baiting me like she did from time to time. I bet she couldn't believe her luck, she must have been thinking of all the spiteful things she could say, but she was keeping them to herself. I looked at my watch.

"Don't worry, Nigel has gone straight home, that is his real home where people love him."

I couldn't even say I loved him. I couldn't respond to that. Finally I made myself speak.

"I will leave, he can come here."

"Oh I don't think so, he's better off with me away," she spat.

"Then I'll just leave," I said, wiping a tear away.

"No you don't you have to stay and look after Sammy until Nigel sells the house."

She began petting and talking to Sammy getting him all excited. 

"He needs to go for a walk; I suggest you think long and hard about what you have done to my family when you are out."

I picked up the dog lead thankful for the opportunity to get away from her.

2 months later I was still there on my own. Nigel was paying the mortgage and giving me enough money to look after Sammy. I tried several times to talk to Nigel I even phoned him at work. All I got was answer phones, and messages to stop calling him. I began going out with my friends every Saturday night, just to get back in the swing of things. I had little hope that Nigel and I would get back together. So I started enjoying myself a little, with the men who came onto me. It took my mind off of everything. I knew what the men were after; buying me a few drinks was all it took to get a fuck. I would go back to flats and houses with men I had no intention of seeing again, and I'm sure they felt the same. Some of my friends didn't like my behaviour, understandable I suppose. It soon whittled down to just 3 of us on a regular basis. One night a few months later, I was making my way back home with a guy who was rather drunk. His hands were all over me, and while I enjoyed the attention I tried to calm him down. We stopped for a kissing session in a shop doorway. His hand went up my skirt and I only offered a token resistance. 

"Well look at that the little tart!"

I looked over the guy's shoulder and there stood Maureen with one of her friends. She watched as I tried several times to get the guy's hand out from under my skirt.

"Hey what's up with y, you my mate said you, were a, a guaranteed shag," he slurred, and then pushed me away.

He stumbled up the road kicking the bin that had blocked his path.

"Well you do know how to pick them, married men who won't leave their wives, and drunks who obviously know you have a reputation."

I stood there wanting to sink into the pavement. The look of delight on her face was too much to stomach. I went to walk away but she grabbed me by the arm.

"Who is looking after Sammy while you're out grabbing anything in trousers?"

"Michelle's daughter," I replied, ignoring the rest of her remark.

"So you were going to take him home and have some fun, well that was if he didn't puke over you first."

I looked between her and her friend. My eyes opened a little wider.

"Oh you recognise Yvonne then?"

"Oh yes we know each other, well not really know each other, but I've seen her leaving the club with a different guy every Saturday night."

"Yvonne works behind the coat desk; she has been telling me all about you and your, friends."

God I had to get away from the pair of them basking in my humiliation. The next thing I knew I was squashed between them in a taxi. We dropped Yvonne off first and then went to my house. I paid Della for looking after Sammy and she went off home in the taxi.

"God this place is untidy," Maureen spat.

"It's clean," I retorted, feeling my head spin, "Shit I'm going to be sick."

I raced into the bathroom and puked. When I came out she was still there.

"Oh I haven't gone yet," she said, reading my expression.

I went and got a drink of water.

"So how many men have you brought back here?"

"Four," I replied, and then I cursed myself for not being on my guard.

She raised her eyebrows. She never needed to use words to make me feel small, just that look that could kill a charging elephant.

"And do all of these men leave satisfied, or do they wish they had stayed and waited for someone worthwhile?"

Right it was time to show her. She wasn't even my mother anymore, well not in my eyes, I was still married to Nigel but it was just a piece of paper. I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it.

"So you still wear the wedding ring my son gave you. Why is that in case your men get a little rough?"

"No it's because they know they get a fuck with no strings!" I spat back.

She began her annoying superior chuckle, "Spoken like a true slut."

I could feel the anger building up inside of me. Everything I said in my drunken state just made things worse.

"I'm sure they reckon my husband is useless in bed. In fact I tell every one of them they are twice the man my husband is."

Top that you fucking cow I thought. She didn't drop her smile once! I expected to crack that stupid grin of hers, but no she just stooped over and patted the bloody dog!

"I'm going home now; you know the words slut and whore don't do you justice. You are far worse than any words I can think to describe you, apart from maybe one."

I raced her to the door and stood holding it open. Still she didn't rush she took her time.

"Well, what word?" I asked, trying to show that I could stand up to her.

She grinned like she had another victory over me. Her face was just a foot from mine.

"The only word for you my dear daughter is, cunt!"

My mouth dropped open as she walked out into the night. I slammed the door and broke down in tears. I had never heard that word spoken from her before. While she was a very formidable woman she was quite proper. I had never heard her use words which described parts of the body. Her swear words usually consisted of hell, or damn. She once told Nigel off for using the word dick in her presence. So to hear her say the word cunt was bad enough, but for her to actually call me a cunt was something almost unthinkable!

The following Saturday night I waited for Della to turn up. Before I could say a word Maureen was sat petting Sammy.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I'm looking after Sammy tonight while you get laid,"

I almost had to think of any other way she could have meant that.

"Well go on go out and find a drunk to bring home."

She began chatting to Sammy like I wasn't there.

"But what about Della?"

"She won't be dog sitting anymore I have spoken to her mother. She agrees with me that it's hardily a good example, to see you come home with a different man every Saturday. Oh that is a good boy Sammy."

I grabbed my coat off the back of the chair.

"Don't worry I'll make sure I'm in bed when you get home."

I stopped in my tracks.

"You can go after a few hours you don't need to stay all night," I mumbled in shock.

"I'll be here Diane I won't interrupt you. Now hurry along before you are left with the dregs." 

I spent most of the night wondering about her. Why the hell was she at my house? Why the hell hadn't I told her where to go? No she was going to make me suffer, well fuck her. I was going to get a guy to fuck me, and I wasn't going to hold back just because that bitch was in the house!

We stumbled through the door close on 2 am. 

"So do you want to get me a drink sexy?" he slurred.

"No you are going to fuck my brains out," I hissed, dragging him up the stairs.

Right you bloody bitch wait until you hear this! I began undressing my friend. I sunk to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.

"Hey easy babe," he grunted at my eagerness. 

I took my mouth off his cock and looked up into his eyes. 

"You told me you liked randy blondes, what's the matter all a front was it in front of your mates?"

He stuffed my head back on his cock. I choked and gagged a little but he didn't let up.

"So is your husband really away or is he hiding in the wardrobe?" he slurred.

God I hoped she was listening.

"No he is away; it's the only time I get a decent fuck!" I moaned.

"Suck me then you bitch," he snarled.

I made sure I slurped and slobbered as loudly as I could.

"Fuck you are a noisy tart aren't you?" he said with a chuckle.

I really expected her to burst in at any moment. Surely she wasn't asleep? Well Sammy had barked a few times she must have been woken by him. I let his cock fall from my mouth with a big plop.

"Right are you going to fuck me then?" I panted, "Nigel isn't a patch on you, and he's fucking small, and useless at pleasing me."

Still the door didn't open.

"Hey you sure he's not here? You are a little loud. If he wants to come in and watch then it's fine by me."

I gagged again as he shoved hard cock into my mouth. I sucked him still with one ear listening for my mother's footsteps, still not a bloody movement.

"Get on the bed on your back, I want to do all the work," I grizzled.

I tugged off my blouse as he pulled his shirt off. We seemed to be in a race to get undressed first. 

"Christ your tits are big!" he exclaimed.

"C- Cup darling, go on have a bloody good feel!" I hissed, putting both his hands on my exposed breasts.

I groaned as I lowered myself on his cock.

"God you are bigger than my worthless husband, shit that's good," I spat.

"I mean it sweetheart if he wants to come and watch then it's OK with me."

OK maybe I was over doing the verbal side of things. But she was the one I was trying to get a reaction out of. But still not a bloody squeak! I bounced up and down hard on his cock. His eyes were half closed due to the sex, or the booze I didn't know which. I slapped his hand away from my ass.

"Oh do you want it a little rough then?" he grunted.

He gripped my hips and began pulling me down on him. I could hear skin slapping against skin, and he started to thrust up into me. This was it he would soon empty into me.

"Come on big boy, then you can go and tell your mates about me in the morning," I hissed. 

He soon erupted after that, grunting and calling me a randy blonde as he shot into me. The usual happened 10 minutes later. He stumbled around looking for his clothes. Not even a thank you just a drunken wave with his arm. I heard him stumble down the last few stairs, and then the front door opened, and then closed on the second attempt. I went downstairs to get a drink, and jumped out of my skin. There she was looking out of the window.

"Oh dear I do believe he has just thrown up in next doors hedge."

She turned looking at me with that bloody superior look on her face. I felt really small and really ashamed, but at the same time confused. She must have heard us fucking and everything that was said, so why wasn't she yelling at me?

"Another drunken man Diane, isn't about time you tried to pick up something worthwhile?"

I began breathing heavier just building up to say my piece.

"Don't bother dear I can out insult a little tramp like you. No we'll keep civilised especially if you want me to dog sit again."

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a coke. The bloody arrogance of the bitch, this was my house, and she was walking round like she lived here. OK she had washed up and I did notice how tidy the front room was, but fucking hell was she trying to run my life?

I crawled down stairs in the morning. She was just coming in with Sammy; the poor dog looked dead on his feet! He gulped at the fresh water I put down and collapsed in his bed under the work top.

"Well that is him sorted out," she said, with a satisfied sniff.

I thought she was leading up to a 'now it's your turn', but I got nothing. 

"I assume you need my services next week?"

Why the hell couldn't she just say 'I'll have Sammy Saturday' no she had to keep up her bloody posh image!

"I can't afford to go out next weekend," I mumbled.

"Then maybe you should try finding employment."

There it was again can't she say the word job?

"I'll come round at 7, I'm sure you will think of something. If last night was anything to go on I'm sure you'll be desperate by Saturday." 

I caught up with her at the door and grabbed her arm. 

"Look Maureen I don't know what you are playing at but I don't want you here," I spat.

She just pulled out of my grasp and straightened her coat. Again I had to wait for her to respond in her own time!

"I shall be here at 7 o'clock. I might even give you some pocket money. Now I have to go my taxi is here."

She pulled open the door. Every time she had to have the last word, god I wanted to yell at her.

"Now I suggest you go back to bed and catch up on your beauty sleep, or is it just the drunks you want to attract?"

I opened my mouth but again she beat me to it.

"Go on up to bed with you, cunt." 

Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 02



Again her use of the word had floored me. It wasn't just that, but the slight almost undetectable smirk she had when she called me it. Nigel and I used to joke about Maureen putting on this posh accent. But now and then it would slip which made it all the more ridiculous. But she did have a certain presence around her. When we used to go to dinner she would make the maid get out all the napkins and the best crockery. Even the way she smoked those long coloured cigarettes was I suppose posh. She would hold one with the top of her arm against her side and bent at the elbow, the lower part of her arm would stick straight up with her hand level with her shoulder. Maureen was 5'10 or 11 I guess, and quite a stunner; even at 42 she turned a lot of young men's heads. She had dark brown shoulder length hair that was swept back over her head. She had deep brown almost black eyes, and tits about a D-cup. She always wore smart and expensive clothing that fitted well. Her skirts were normally knee length and she had muscular calves, she always wore heels, in fact I had never seen her in less than 3 inch stilettos. She had a graceful walk, and she was into dinner parties with quite well off friends. So you see for her to just come out with the word 'cunt' would have everyone who knew her absolutely shocked.

As for me I'm, 25, and 5'7 with C-cup breasts, long blonde hair, and quite a pretty face. Although I would have my nose made a little smaller if I could. My eyes are quite a bright sort of blue, and they do attract quite a few admiring glances. My hips and ass seem quite well proportioned, and I am a dress size 10 to 12 (UK). I suppose I never could live up to Maureen in the elegance department though.

Nigel and I had been married for 3 years, he is 23. And I'm afraid he wasn't my first choice. In fact I had been engaged to Gary until he went off with my best friend Faye; well she certainly wasn't after that. I married Nigel just 4 months after being dumped by Gary; this was a fact that didn't go down well with his mum. Nigel is you run of the mill guy. He's kind, likes a drink with the lads, and has a job at the council pushing pens. Sex with him was OK, nothing more nothing less. So when I bumped into Gary and he told me he and Faye had split, I began wishing I had waited. I suppose you already have me as some tart and I can't really refute it. But up until I met Gary I had never been unfaithful to Nigel. Oh I looked and flirted but I was usually with Nigel anyway. In fact we used to tease each other about it. 

Now I know you already know what I'm going to say. Yes it was his fantasy for me to have sex with someone else. He didn't want to watch he just wanted me to tell him afterwards. So I did, and yes with Gary. Nigel knew who he was and said it must only be a one off. I was OK with that until it was time for me to leave the hotel. Knowing Gary had split up only made things worse. I had my cake and I wanted to eat it, all! We had sex for a few months, hotels, cars, even an alleyway. It was just like the old days when we would experiment. I would cry when I left him, trying to disguise my red eyes before I reached home. I couldn't even pretend that I was doing it for my husband if he caught me. He had cried in my arms the first night that I went with Gary. He didn't even want to know anything about it, probably because I was only supposed to be gone 2 hours. But I had stayed all night with my ex-fiancé. I promised him I would never see Gary again. I lied! Gary was reluctant at first but gradually I persuaded him to give up on Faye. And that was where you came in.

I have since found out they have go to Spain on holiday to try and patch things up. What makes it hurt even more was I was the one who booked the holiday, for Gary and me obviously. So now I'm left in rather a strange position. Living rent free in my husband and my house until it is sold. Even at the time all this was going on I knew I deserved it, so don't think I'm moaning about the mess I'm in. Well I'm sure I didn't deserve everything. But that is for you to judge if you want?

Saturday at 7 I answered the door. OK I was dressed ready to go out, but I only had about £12 most of that was in change.

"Changed your mind then?"

She didn't wait for my answer. She began making a fuss over the blonde with the wagging tail!

"Look Maureen would you have Sammy, I mean it would make sense wouldn't it?"

She shot me an evil stare, "You know my husband is allergic to dogs. That is why we could never let Nigel have one."

"Sorry I forgot. How is Nigel?" I asked looking down embarrassed.

She straightened up smiling.

"My son is out with a young lady tonight. I finally persuaded him to date that nice Matthews girl; you know her family own the 4 food shops?"

OK she was digging at me again but I really need to talk to Nigel.

"Would you ask him to phone me please?"

"No."

That was it! A one word answer, and then she went back to talking to the bloody dog! I felt no bigger that a bloody ant, in fact I might have received more attention if I was.

"So how much money have you got for tonight Diane?"

Her question stumped me but I answered all the same.

"£12 I think."

That bloody eyebrow went up again.

"So would you like some pocket money? I assume you haven't found employment yet?"

"Yes I would, and no I haven't," I replied.

She sat down, again making wait like some naughty schoolgirl before she responded to my answer. I watched her kick off her shoes.

"Go and put them in the hall for me," she instructed.

I resisted the temptation to tell her to do it herself. I picked up her shoes and took them to the hall. When I came back Sammy was licking her nylon clad toes.

"Oh that's good my Sammy, here have a treat," she said with a chuckle, and she threw him a dog biscuit, and then another. 

She watched him eat it then she reached in her bag and pulled out a bone. Now I thought letting the dog lick her feet was bad, and completely out of character for her posh image. This was the same woman who wouldn't wash up one single cup without putting on a rubber glove first!

"Out to the garden with the bone little Sammy," she cooed.

He raced off with the bone, god I hated him for that, he never did what I asked! She turned her attention to me like I was second on her list; well I was I suppose, wasn't I?

"So how much do you need for tonight £30, £40?"

I couldn't answer not because I didn't know; it was the thought of her handing over money to me!

"Well I suppose I wouldn't worry £50 seeing as it's your treat."

Jesus I felt like Sammy but fuck her if she thought I was going to jump up and down!

"That would be great thank you Maureen," I grovelled.

"So here you are living rent free. Money must be tight for you with all those bills to pay."

"I need to ask Nigel for a little more help with the bills. Would he," I stopped before she gave me an answer that I knew wouldn't I wouldn't like.

She took a big breath pumping up for something. I was just stood there like a twerp waiting for the notes to come flying out of her purse.

She fixed her eyes onto mine, "you know Sammy only licked my left foot, maybe you would lick my right foot."

I tried to shut my mouth but my jaw seemed glued to the floor.

"What?" I asked with a chuckle, that soon stopped when I realised she wasn't joking.

"Get down on your knees and lick my foot."

Her words were calm and unwavering. Her deep brown eyes drilled into mine.

"Isn't it worth £200?"

I swallowed looking to the window for something to back up my thoughts. This bloody cow wanted me to kiss her feet for £200! 

"Well go on you want the £190 don't you?" she said, in a real cool manner.

"Y, you said 200," I mumbled with a gulp.

"It'll be £180 if you hesitate for much longer," she said, allowing that smug grin to spread over her face.

"Um," I mumbled.

"Oh dear it is £180 now Cunt."

There it was that bloody awful word or rather her nickname for me! Still 180 quid is 180 quid that would pay a bill, my food for the week, and a hair cut that I was in desperate need of. But kiss her feet! You ought to have seen the look on her face as I got to my knees. I couldn't look up at her face straight away, but when I did she had that fucking arrogant sneer. I just wished I could laugh this off as a joke, but hell I wanted the money. I bent my head slowly forward just staring at her red painted toes through the thin Mink coloured tights. Still at least she couldn't see my blushing face that I'm sure was the deepest red in the bloody universe! She lifted her foot slightly and I got a whiff of sweaty nylon. She tapped her toes lightly against my lips. The nylon sent little shock waves through my painted lips, almost like little electrical pulses.

"I don't feel your tongue yet," she whispered.

I began to let my tongue lick across the nylon. It made the delicate material slide over the glossed toenail of each toe. I heard her murmur with approval. The smell of her feet wasn't as pungent as I feared; it was more of a sweet smell. In fact it sort of made things a little easier. I pulled my head up a little, hoping that just a few seconds would be enough.

"Remember the money!" she spat quickly. 

I lowered my head back and began licking and kissing again. Sammy came in and went and sat by her side. Even the fucking dog was mocking me now!

"I think that's enough, besides I'm sure you tried to look up my skirt."

"The hell I did you," I stopped.

She waved the notes in the air.

"Careful you don't want me to put this away do you? And I suggest you change your trousers, they seem to have a wet patch between the legs."

I grabbed the money and raced up the stairs. I sat cringing in my bedroom cursing my damp pussy! How the hell could I have been turned on? I didn't say goodbye I just rushed downstairs and into the street. I couldn't face her could I? Now she probably thought I was a bloody lesbian! God I bet the bitch was having a right good laugh. Even now as I rushed down the road I could just imagine her on the phone to that Yvonne woman. 'Oh guess what she got all wet when I made her kiss my feet for the money', I mimicked in my head.

"Get me pissed Gillian," I spat, slumping down on the barstool next to her.

She flustered with her £5 note in the air.

"Christ, give it to me!" I snapped, grabbing it out of her hand, 'hey Donny how about a vodka and coke!"

"Are you all right Diane? You look awfully flushed."

That was all I needed her voice echoing round my head.

"Look if you want to talk about whatever it is."

I just shook my head, slowly I relaxed poor Gillian had more troubles than me. She just didn't fit in with the rest of us. She was nice, too nice, but she had the worst secret than any of us. She was seeing an 18 year old schoolboy!

"Diane I really do mean it if you want to talk we can go somewhere quite?"

"Look Gillian I don't feel like talking just getting a little drunk. Anyway how is what's his name? You know that schoolboy?"

I watched her shrink and quickly her eyes shot round the pub. Luckily it was noisy and nobody seemed to hear.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," I squeaked, and pulled her to me, "I promised not to mention it, didn't I?"

Gillian had gone home by the time the rest of us hit the club. She really was out of place with us. Now I suppose I should have been more than a little worried about what was waiting for me when I got home. But what the hell I was pretty drunk, and if this guy didn't stop grabbing my ass I was going to turn round and give him, the hottest kiss I could muster! OK you asked for it honey I said in my head. I turned round.

"Oops sorry I thought you were my girlfriend. You know you look just like her, well apart from you having a hotter ass," he said with a cheeky grin.

OK you have just talked your way into my bed I thought.

"So where is she then?" I asked grinning back.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know we spilt up 6 months ago."

I turned my back on him and put his hand back on my ass. I waited, then a little more. Ah! There it was the little kiss on my bare neck.

I suppose I should give you a description of these guys but that would be quite hard to do. Well they were just a quick fuck that's all. They had to be cute and measure up. I wasn't going home with ugly guys or fat guys. Not only that but more often than not I was drunk. I know what you are thinking now. If I was a bloke I'd be a stud, but I'm a girl so I'm a tart, right?

Just after 1am I went to get my coat from that bloody Yvonne. God she had a smug grin just like Maureen. I felt Vince kiss my neck as Yvonne took an age to get my coat. I watched in disbelief as she handed Vince a bloody packet of condoms.

"Don't want you catching anything dear do we," she whispered, over the counter at him.

I looked at Vince expecting him to run for the hills.

"Oh she's clean aren't you babe?"

I grabbed away the hand that was mauling my tits and fled down the stairs. I jumped into the nearest taxi and sat there crying silent tears until I reached home.

"So, no boyfriend with you tonight then Diane?"

I screeched, and then flicking the light on. There she was sat in the chair in the dark. I began sobbing hard.

"Come on lets get you up to bed," she whispered.

I let her take me to my room, and I just sat there while she undressed me. I was so mixed up I didn't know what to think. She flicked off the light and left me to cry myself to sleep. 

The next Saturday I knelt at her feet. She fluttered 5 £20 notes down. I began kissing each of her toes through her black tights. Her feet smelt stronger than last Saturday but I worked my tongue in between each of her toes taking the nylon in with it. I had never had money before I met Nigel. In fact I never had anything, but the money was the only reason I was doing this. OK so I got a little wet the first time, but it was the money I wanted and a few minutes kissing her feet would ease my worries wouldn't it?

"God you really are a slut aren't you?"

I looked up at her for the first time. Her dark eyes mocked me the same as usual. I heard her purr with contentment. I couldn't figure out if she found this a turn on or not. Did it mean anything sexual to her at all? Was she just playing with my head?

"That is enough, go on go and pull some horny guy."

She pulled her foot away from my mouth. For an instant I followed it. 

"Oh do you really like kissing your mother's feet," she said, and then burst into giggles.

I was home by 12.30 this time I had a guy on my arm. This was different. I wasn't drunk and nor was he! He had said all the right things; he had chased me in the pub. He told me how pretty I was, and he even suggested I still wore my wedding rings to stop men from hitting on me. OK I knew he was after sex. But the way he talked to me it was like a proper date, well almost! I admit I had fallen for his smooth talk, not only that but he hadn't felt me up he hadn't even tried to kiss me yet! Even when he suggested taking me home he looked almost ashamed of his thoughts. The house was quiet as we went in. I had warned him about the dog sitter but he didn't seem to mind. I made us a coffee I mean he wanted a bloody coffee! We sat chatting on the couch and for the first time I laughed actually meaning it.

I led him upstairs to my bedroom. I could hear Maureen breathing softly she sounded like she was sleeping. We kissed and held each other for awhile. He still hadn't grabbed my tits or shoved his hand between my legs. He unbuttoned my blouse and opened it up, and then he gently pulled it off my shoulders. Normally I would have been grabbing at his trousers but this seemed different. I watched him go down on his knees and I felt my skirt sliding over my hips, until it rushed down to my ankles. I gave a little gasping pant, as my panties followed my skirt. I whimpered once more as his soft lips kissed my pussy. Every part of my body seemed to be trembling. I couldn't help myself I pulled his hair forcing his face into my pussy. I groaned over and over, as his tongue kissed and probed my wet opening.

"I want you," he hissed, with a mouthful of fanny.

I moaned again and he gently pushed me onto the bed. He began stripping off as I undid my bra. Then he moved between my legs. His hard cock slipped easily into me, he pushed all the way until I could feel his balls on my ass. I began kissing him frantically, as he started humping me. My hips started bucking up to meet his. I pulled his tight bum hard with every forward thrust he delivered. I couldn't get enough of him. I just hoped he didn't think I was like this with every guy I picked up. We became more and more aggressive; lust had now become the overriding factor. I wanted him and he wanted me that was all that mattered. I could feel the start of an orgasm. I have to be truthful at this point. I very rarely came with any of the guys I went with, but Tom was different. I don't know why, well yes I do. He had treated me like a lady not some scrubber. OK this was just a fuck but maybe I could sense something more. I came hard just before he did. My fingers dug deep into his fleshly bum cheeks. My body had sort of curled up. My head and shoulders were off the bed and my legs had wrapped themselves around his long ago. I could smell his manly sweat as my nose pressed against his hairy chest. I took deep breaths taking in as much of his scent as I could. He was hammering me hard now; the bed seemed to give a surprising amount due to his pounding. I felt like I was on some fairground ride holding on for my life. This was sex, hard sex, some of the guys I picked up fucked like this, while I lay there wishing they would do something for me. But the difference this time was I was just as bad. I wanted this hard fuck and I would get it for me.

Even as we lay recovering I cuddled him and for once the man I was with didn't seem to want to run. We shared kisses, words, until finally he started to dress. 

"So can I see you again?"

My heart leapt as I watched his back disappear under his shirt.

"I'll be back in a month or so, I'd like to see you again."

"Why don't you give me your phone number?"

He stopped dressing for an instant. Then I knew.

"I can't, in case."

"In case your wife answers the phone," I said, feeling my heart die in my chest.

"Don't be like that Diane. It's difficult with the kids and all."

I rolled away from him feeling tears roll down my cheek.

"Anyway you are married too."

He sounded annoyed. I heard him moving down the stairs.

"I'm separated," I whispered to myself, as the tears came faster.

"So another let down married was he? Oh I heard you sobbing in the night."

"Why don't you fuck off and leave me alone!" I yelled.

"Because my dear daughter I'm doing this for your own good. I'm helping you see what a little tart you are. Oh I'm having fun too, but that is a little bonus for me. No this is about you, you ruined my son's life and for that you'll pay."

"He'll get over it, and anyway we are both still young enough to start again."

"OK so if I told you I was going to take 4 years off your life you would let me?"

"That is just ridiculous, it's not like that."

"Oh then what has my son been doing for the last 4 years? Amusing his cheating wife until she has her old boyfriend back! No you have stolen 4 years from him and you are going to pay!"

"It's not fair!" I screamed.

"Oh poor little Diane, still I'm sure you won't turn my money down, despite how humiliating it is kissing my feet. But then again I think you like it; you are just too afraid to admit it."

"Get out; get the fuck out of my house!" I yelled.



Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 03



The following Saturday night dead on 7 the doorbell rang. That fucking cow just didn't get the message did she?

"Look I don't, Nigel!" I gasped in surprise.

My angry face dropped and I smiled nervously. I ran my fingers through my hair hoping I didn't look to messy.

"Come in," I said excitedly, "are you OK?"

I tried to ignore his negative expression. Just seeing Nigel again had given me such a lift I couldn't believe it myself.

"Look mum is doing a birthday dinner for me on Wednesday. She said I should invite you."

"Oh I'd love to come. But it is up to you," I added, hoping he wanted me to.

He nodded, but not with any great degree of certainty, but after all the shit I had put him through who could blame him?

"Why don't you come in and have a drink? You can see Sammy, he misses you."

"I'm going out, another time."

He turned away still not giving me much of a clue as to his feelings.

"OK, I'll see you Wednesday night. Thanks for asking me," I called excitedly. 

"Like I said it was mum's idea."

I watched him walking down the path. I closed the door when he was out of sight. I began wondering if I had a chance to get him back. Why did she want me there? Maybe she had changed her mind about me? OK it wasn't like a date but at least I would see him again. Now I realised just how much I missed him, I had a chance to try and put things right. 

It was a start wasn't it?

The door went again and there she stood. God was I confused now!

She breezed past me and began petting the dog. This time I waited I didn't want to ask her what she was doing here. I wanted to wait; she would tell me when she was ready.

"So are you coming to dinner?" she asked, still concentrating on the dog.

"Yes, thank you."

"Did Nigel tell you it was my idea?"

I nodded as she straightened up.

"You will be my guest, not his you do understand that don't you?"

I was a little confused by this, but just the chance to talk with Nigel had me ready to put up with anything, or so I thought.

"It will be like you are a friend of the family, not his wife do I make myself clear?"

I gulped, "What does that mean, exactly?" 

"Nigel will be there with his new girlfriend. If that is too much for you to handle don't come."

I took a deep breath, "Why are you doing this? Why are you letting me see him now?"

"Although it hurts me to say it I think he still loves you, but he would never admit that to me. I want to see for myself, and for some reason I find your behaviour, interesting."

I knew if I was to work all this out now I would get a headache. 

"How are you off financially?"

I swallowed, "OK I suppose."

"So you have enough money to buy my son a nice birthday present, a £300 watch or something of similar value?"

She knew I didn't have money like that.

I knew this was insane but I couldn't help myself. I sucked and kissed her toes as money fluttered down by my face. Again her feet were slightly sweaty, but it wasn't unpleasant. 

"I don't think you can earn enough for my son's present by just kissing my feet do you?"

I looked up at her. What the hell was she suggesting now?

"Stand up and take off your clothes down to your bra and panties."

She didn't bat a bloody eyelid! The words just flowed out of her mouth like she was talking about knitting or something.

I shook my head. 

"Come on it's not that difficult. You have intercourse with total strangers don't you? Don't you?" she spat.

I tried to think of a reason to tell her how this was worse, but I couldn't. I just nodded my head.

"Isn't my son worth it?"

Slowly I slipped my top off over my head. I couldn't look her in the eye. I unzipped my skirt and just before I let go I realised she would see a wet patch again. I just let go of my skirt and I looked into her eyes, god those dark brown circles were eating me alive. 

"Wet again aren't you?" she said, with a real mocking tone.

I just stood shuddering in my white bra and pale blue panties, with a darker wet patch that I hadn't seen but I knew it was there.

"Now go and make me a cup of tea."

I hurried to the kitchen to boil the kettle. I found myself in the daft situation of feeling so turned on but not daring to admit it to myself. As for Maureen was she a lesbian? Was she likely to jump me and start kissing me? No, that wasn't her style. I took the tea into her put it on the coaster. I had already spotted the roll of money she had left there. 

"Put it in your bra." she whispered.

I hesitated for a second.

"Go on you can't be worrying about it now. Pick the money up."

I pushed it into my bra.

"So you get turned on by kissing my feet do you?"

I gulped. I had to respond to this, but she was far better at mind games than I was and we both knew it.

"And you like it?" I said, waiting for a volley of abuse.

"Oh is that what you think? Well yes I do but only because I like being touched. It is you who can't control yourself. You really are quite pathetic but you amuse me," she said, with a slight grin.

It just made me feel worse as I knew it would. Her next move shocked me even more! She lifted her dress up slowly. I know this was so bizarre and I shouldn't look, but she had complete control over me. 

"Do you see a wet patch?"

I shook my head again.

"So who has a wet patch?" she asked, in a soft mocking tone.

I didn't want to answer, it was like I was admitting I was the pervert and she was doing nothing wrong!

"I do, I have a wet patch," my strangled voice said.

"Hmmm, and it's getting bigger. Do you fancy me?"

"No!" I spat quickly.

"Then if it's not me you fancy it must be what I'm telling you to do?"

I watched her sip her tea like she was at some bloody garden party.

"Can I get dressed now?" I mumbled.

"Not yet." 

I stood there watching her drink her tea. She didn't look at the shuddering wreck that was leaking more and more into her panties.

She took out a purple coloured cigarette and started blowing out plumes of smoke. She had that strange way of smoking; it was like she really savoured every puff. She only smoked a few times a day but when she did she enjoyed it.

"So what are you going to do to earn the last £100?"

God this was it I had to now strip completely I thought.

She just watched me revelling in how tormented I was. She had that superior smug expression, and for once I suppose it was fitting.

"Come with me," she said. 

Like an idiot I followed her to the kitchen. I watched her put on my yellow rubber gloves. I backed away as I had visions of her groping my pussy with them.

"Put these in your bra covering each nipple."

I looked at the two dripping tea bags that she had fished out of the tea pot.

Again I shook my head. She just pushed the tea bags to my hand.

"My son would like a very nice watch," she said, raising an eyebrow.

I took the tea bags and put one over my left nipple, and then one over my right. My pussy began to run with my juice. I looked down at the two bra cups watching the brown tea stain grow and grow.

She just smiled as she picked up the teapot.

"Have you had an orgasm yet?"

I was shaking and shuddering, feeling tea dribbling down my breasts. My face was bright red. She raised that damn eyebrow demanding an answer from me.

"Not quite," I gasped, in a throaty voice.

I mean why the hell I answered I didn't know, and why I was just stood there letting her abuse me was just as incredible. I was panting quickly now I had only ever felt like this once before. I was sat on train and this man just stared at me. He had a real dirty leer on his face. He just kept looking at my legs. I should have been annoyed or scared, but I just had the most intense orgasm. I mean I even raised my skirt and exposed my panties to him!

I watched her lower the teapot.

"Pull your panties away from your pussy."

"What are you going to do?" I asked like a twit.

She didn't have to tell me again just that look demanded compliance. 

We stared at each other. She was focused and confident. I was trembling and panting unable to keep my legs still.

I felt the rush of liquid pour over my pussy. I came immediately quivering and jerking as she just stood there grinning. 

The tea flowed for ages trickling all over my fanny and soaking my panties. I could feel it dribbling down the insides of my thighs, onto my knees, and then over my ankles, a warm wet stream of tea. I pulled myself away clamping my legs together as my orgasm washed through me. I clung to the sink whimpering, with my legs almost collapsing.

"See you Wednesday night," she whispered.

I turned to watch her leave. She looked back at me with a big grin.

"Cunt!" she spat.

I whimpered at the very sound of my nickname.

I spent ages trying to work it all out. But every time I thought I had an answer, two more questions came up. Maybe the money wasn't the only reason, but that would be my excuse in case anyone found out. All I could really understand at the end was I liked to be dominated. I had never had these feelings before, I hadn't even thought about it until now. But how had this woman (my mother) seen all this in me? She must have found it sexual too. Or was the real thrill for her punishing me? Did she hate me that much?

I tried to stop remembering the smell of her feet, or the way I hated her so much. Was this a love hate relationship? But this was my bitch of a mother! I hated the cow but why the fucking hell did it turn me on!

Wednesday night I went to her house. My head was full of doubt, but my pussy was full of excitement. Stupid I know because she was hardily likely to pour tea in my panties with a room full of people, was she? 

Now I had dressed quite sexily in a low cut yellow top, black miniskirt 6 inches off my knee, black tights, and black high heels. Two reasons for this, the first was to attract my husband, the second was to attract my mother!

I suppose you think I'm mad, but I couldn't get either of them out of my head.

I stood at the front door and rang the bell. I tried to calm myself down but I felt flushed and horny. 

"Well it looks like you made an effort. Cheap and tacky but then that's you," she said with a sneer.

I followed her into the house. Any sane person would have fled but not me. Her words made me feel so small and her eyes shot lasers into my head. Both of which had my pussy tingling.

I watched her swaying hips in the plum coloured dress. The hem was just off her knees and swirled around elegantly with every step. I watched her plum coloured high heels and the black tights she wore, they were far more expensive than what I had ever worn. 

I'm sure she noticed my eyes drop to her cleavage when she opened the door to the living room; she gave me one of those almost undetectable grins. Her breasts were pushed together and filled the top of her dress, hanging slightly due to the weight and her being braless.

"Ah Harriet this is Nigel's wife, on paper only of course," she said with a titter.

OK Harriet suited her, stuck up bitch, but then she had the money to be stuck up. She seemed quite odd a little childish perhaps. Mummy and daddy spoilt her rotten by the look of her. She wore nice clothes, expensive but what I would consider dull, an ankle length flowery print dress and a white pearl necklace. Her ginger hair was a scraped back in a bun. How the fuck Nigel could fancy this thing was beyond me! Mind you his mother would probably tell him he did, and he wouldn't argue with her, none of us did.

I tried to smile at her but my eyes were drawn to Nigel. She must have noticed because she slipped her hand through his.

"Hello Harriet," I said.

God she looked straight down her nose at me, "are you a waitress or something?"

Her question was lost on me, and she must have noticed my mystified expression.

"Didn't you have time to change?" she asked, as she looked over my clothes.

I opened my mouth but Maureen intervened, "you remember Uncle Jack don't you Diane?"

How could I forget that disgusting old man? He never lost an opportunity to grope my backside! Now he was coming forward pursing his scabby lips!

I could see the look of delight on Maureen's face as he pressed himself onto my lips. I felt his hand give my ass a pinch and a pat.

"Jack, stop that!" Maureen snapped.

Jack Green was the black sheep of the family. But he was the one who had money. You wouldn't think it by the clothes he wore, or the state of his house! I remembered going to see him with Nigel once. I actually felt sick when I had to sit on his couch, I'm sure it was covered in fleas!

My father was 55, and had suffered a stroke or something which damaged his brain. Now and then he would drift off into his own little world. Some days he was better than others, but tonight I could see that far away look in his eyes. It was just like he was on his own, and sometimes he wouldn't have a clue what was being said around him. People had to talk directly to him like he was deaf or something. Tonight he was on planet mars judging by the look in his eye!

I gave Nigel his present and got an, "Oh dear" from Harriett.

She lifted Nigel's wrist showing me what looked like an expensive watch. It was far more expensive than the one I had bought him.

"Oh well I'm sure you'll get a refund," Harriett said, with a chuckle.

At dinner Maureen insisted I sat next to Jack.

"Just put up with it dear, pretend you are in the pub with one of your boyfriends, "she whispered in my ear.

Now I suppose I should have gone home, but she had gently stroked my neck and nobody seemed to pick up on this. Jack didn't waste anytime. Every now and then he would squeeze my knee or my thigh. Again nobody would have seen this. But Maureen would give me a little knowing grin now and then.

I managed to get Nigel alone in the garden after dinner.

"Nigel you can't fancy her? Why the hell are you going out with her?"

"Because she won't sleep around and plan to run off behind my back," he snapped.

OK I suppose I deserved that. But she wasn't his type by a long way.

"You're hiding something from me. I've seen the way you look at me. Every time I crossed my legs you looked. I know you still fancy me and I'm still your wife."

I was getting a little annoyed by his attitude. But I calmed myself down before I spoke again.

"Look I know what I did was wrong, but please give me another chance, please? Nigel I'll do anything you say if you just give me a chance."

"I'm not fucking stupid Diane. I'm just doing this to please mum for a few weeks, when she sees I don't fancy Harriett she'll drop it. God it's like the bloody history lessons, arranged marriages and that sort of stuff."

"Then tell your mum you don't fancy her now. We are still married; please I don't want to be alone again."

"Diane I don't really now about us, I just can't forget you were willing to walk out on me can I?"

Yes he had a point.

"Look you know how she goes on about things. You once told me the only way to stop her nagging is to show her. So in a few weeks she'll give up on Harriett. I do miss you but it is too early to think about getting back together."

"But you will think about it?"

He nodded and went back into the house. I felt a little happier now; if he was going to dump Harriett then I hoped I would have a chance again.

Nigel and his uncle Jack went down the pub, but not before the dirty old sod squeezed the top of my thigh as he kissed me goodbye. 

So there I was getting ready to leave when Maureen starts on about nail varnish. Harriett had never painted her nails, and just one look from Maureen had me agreeing to do it for her! OK doing her fingers was fine but when Maureen insisted I did her toenails too I almost died on the spot. 

I sat at her feet painting her nails feeling quite embarrassed. 

"You really are quite good at that for a barmaid."

I looked up at Harriett feeling a little angry.

"Oh Harriett I said she spends most of her time in pubs," Maureen said, with a chuckle.

"Oh!" Harriett exclaimed, with a horrified look.

"I think she goes looking for a new boyfriend, but she never seems to keep them, do you Diane?"

I looked up into the smirking faces. I felt like some cheap tart because of the looks.

"Now why don't you blow on Harriett's toes so she can put her shoes on?"

I just knelt there in disbelief. Harriett lifted her foot slightly. 

"Go on, she's waiting," Maureen said, in quite a demanding tone.

"Hold my foot so I don't get cramp."

I didn't have to look at her face to know she was enjoying playing lady muck! 

I held her ankle and began to blow on her toes that were inches from my face. I felt like a bloody maid but for some reason I couldn't stop. She changed feet and I blew again.

"Oh it's nice being pampered and made pretty for Nigel," she mumbled.

Yes it was bloody humiliating! 

"I think it's about time you took the wedding ring off too. You are not my son's wife anymore are you?"

"No," I mumbled weakly.

"Give them to Harriett, she can look after them."

I looked at my wedding and engagement rings. I didn't want to let them go it would mean too much to just hand the over. Even when I was with Gary I hadn't removed them, I wasn't sure why I just couldn't.

"Oh let her keep them. They might serve as a reminder how she has screwed things up!"

There was a change to Harriett instantly. She pulled out her hair and a glossy main of soft ginger curls bounced free. Her silly face had changed to that of a sexy young woman. I just stared at her in shock.

"Oh dear I seemed to have shocked you. Don't worry Nigel hasn't seen this look yet. But he will, tonight. You see we can all play the tart when we need to. You should know that more than anyone!"

I was on my feet and heading for the door, as the two cackling bitches couldn't control their laughter. 

"Wait!"

I stopped in my tracks at Maureen's command. She moved close behind me. 

"If you want my son you'll have to fight for him. Harriett won't give in that easy, she can play the tart too, and she has money in the family. I'm sure watching him tonight he wants you I can accept that. But Harriett is worth more to me than you."

I could feel her breath on my bare neck.

"So you will have to do certain things for me to win Nigel with my blessing. Think very carefully before you commit yourself."

I felt her lips on my neck and she kissed me lightly.

"Also you are very wet, and I'm sure Harriett might think my game a little, improper?"

She gave my pussy a little squeeze causing me to gasp. Her hand had shot up my skirt as soon as she started talking, she lightly touched between my legs and I did nothing to stop her!

My hand was now on hers with just the thin material of my skirt between us. I pressed her hand against my pussy. 

Her lips moved over my ear, "go home and finish yourself off, cunt."

I tried to think of Nigel that night in bed. It was his face I could see, but his mother's fingers that I imagined taking the place of mine. I moaned and groaned as Nigel's face faded from my mind, and Maureen's superior sneer took over. I hated her but I wanted to be able to smell her feet. I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but I wanted her to pour tea in my panties again. 

My moaning and groaning became so loud Sammy barked. It was then I denied my orgasm right at that point. 

I'm sure my bitch of a mother would be amused if she knew. I could just imagine her grinning face telling me to stop. I imagined it was her hand and she had cruelly pulled it away at the last moment. Yes she would do this to me she would do this to her daughter in law, her cunt!



Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 04



I wasn't sure what to think the next morning. I wanted Nigel back I knew that, not being able to hand over my wedding ring seemed to trigger off all sorts of thoughts. The good times came back into my head. But at the same time I was aware that just a few months ago I wanted Gary more than my husband!

So if I don't deserve Nigel what do I deserve? Should I just become some scrubber, and marry one of the drunks that would give me a second look?

Then there was her. She was doing something to me that was so wrong, but so sexy. My mother who I couldn't stand and she didn't like me, but now we had something in common. I just couldn't get her out of my head, or rather the way she treated me. I felt like the dog, but even he got more of a favourable response than I did!

Then there was little Miss Prissy Knickers, was she really a wolf in sheep's clothing? Nigel wouldn't cope with her miss proper look for long. He liked women dressing sexy and that was me. I could out tart her any day!

The following Saturday afternoon I bumped into Colin, he was one of Nigel's friends. In fact Colin was the best man at our wedding. I smiled at him as we walked towards each other.

"Hi Colin, are you OK?" I asked with a smile.

"Hello slut have you caught anything yet?"

He was so vicious and maybe I deserved it, but to say something like that in the street where it could be overheard hurt me. I put my head down and walked on. 

"Well don't you want a chat then?" he spat, as I passed him.

I was angry inside and really didn't give a shit about him, besides I knew his wife Maria was playing around behind his back. 

"Look I know you are Nigel's best friend but I didn't deserve that!" I growled.

"Oh why not then, poor little you, still I bet you'll be out on the pull again tonight. We might even bump into each other. Hey if you like I could set you up with someone, not a friend of course. Someone I didn't like so they would catch something."

I hurried away unable to take anymore.

"Hey where are you going slut, need to have a scratch!" he shouted.

I was in tears by the time I got to the corner. But it was Colin that made me stop and think about things later. I was getting a reputation, and I suppose I had to stop picking up men. 

That night I was knelt in front of Maureen. I just couldn't help myself. I licked and sucked her toes while she sat smoking and petting the dog. All the time I was kissing her feet she was telling me about Nigel liking Harriett's new look!

"Yes she has bought a knee length skirt and a tight little blouse, and now I've got her out of those awful flat shoes, I think Nigel is beginning to see I was right. Oh I'm sorry that doesn't leave you much hope does it? But then again I could help you like I said, but you would have to do something for me."

I couldn't take her taunting anymore. She grabbed me by the arm as I went to get away from her. 

"Leave me alone!" I snapped.

"Oh but I haven't paid you yet, here,"

I felt her hand go into the leg of my panties. I could feel the roll of money as she searched for my pussy. While I was still struggling I needed the money. Gradually I let her push it into my fanny. I couldn't look at her; in fact I had my eyes screwed shut. But I could feel her breath on my face, and I knew she would be wearing that sick grin of hers. 

"You know you'll have to hang the money to dry. Poor little cunt you are so wet," she said with a sneer."

She pulled her hand away, and gradually I opened my eyes. I could see the moisture on her finger tip. I was still pinned back against the door. I just looked at her finger as it neared my trembling lips. I tried to avoid her eyes as she gently traced her finger over my top lip, and then my bottom lip. I could feel the wet trail she left as she slowly backed away. 

"You see you can't help yourself can you? You belong to me and with my help you'll get my son back. That is if he hasn't already decided Harriett would make a better wife."

I couldn't move although I knew I should have done. I just stood pinning myself to the door watching her grinning face.

"She would be a better wife wouldn't she?"

When I didn't answer straight away she took a step forward. That was all it took to have me nodding!

"So next Saturday you and I are going out. You are going to fuck someone for me, do you understand?"

I didn't say no, I didn't tell her where to go; all I did was ask, 'who' in a trembling voice.

"Does it matter? I mean you open your legs for anyone who'll buy you a drink."

She moved back towards me again.

"Why? What do you get out of this? Are you doing this to hurt me?" I said swallowing.

"I have a reason for this but that doesn't concern you. All you have to do is open your legs, and lets face it you are good at that. So what do you say? Isn't it worth it to have a chance to get my son back?"

You'll probably be wondering why I hadn't run for the hills by now. I was wondering myself sometimes. But I was drawn into her dark eyes, it was like being hypnotised. Maureen was a woman you never said no to; know matter how much you wanted to. 

She was also rubbing the palm of her hand gently over my panties, special lacy lilac panties, that I had spent £18 on hoping she would like them!

"So what do you say?" she asked softly and slowly, as her lips brushed my cheek with every word.

"Yes," I panted breathlessly, as she pressed hard onto my pussy at the same time.

I watched that grin spread across her face.

"What a good cunt!" she spat.

10 minutes after she had gone I was crying. Once again I had let my mother dominate, and humiliate me. But the £80 would come in useful even if it was a bit soggy!

The following Saturday she arrived at 6, an hour earlier than usual. This time there was no games; she just gave me a dress and told me to change into it and not to wear any underwear! The dress was red and quite sexy. It clung to my figure with a deep neckline and a hem just above my knees. 

"Well you do look nice, it suits you."

There was that bloody look on her face again. I knew her comment was more of a dig about the way my boobs stuck out. 

"So who is it? Who do you want me to sleep with?"

"Oh getting a little eager are you?"

She knew I wasn't by the look on my face. She was trying to wind me up, and we both knew it was working.

"Fat Dave," she answered. 

She stood there waiting for my face to drop, and it did.

"Yes he might be married to Yvonne, but you are going to fuck him."

"You've got to be kidding! He must be 50 years old and 20 stone!" I shrieked.

"54, and 18 stone I think," she said, with a titter like she had made a joke.

We went to the restaurant, despite my refusing to have anything to do with this. Even when she pulled me through the door I was still protesting. 

There he was looking at me with that dirty leer. His face said it all he knew why I was there. He stood up and pulled his trousers up over his belly. God he was fucking gross! His hair was blonde and thin, and those horrid blue eyes sunk back into big red puffy cheeks frightened me. Even the way his neck stuck over his tightly buttoned shirt hinted at a load more fat underneath. So this was the man Maureen had given me £500 to fuck!

The money was my only reason for getting this far, and now she could have it back!

I sat opposite Dave; at least he couldn't get at me with those fat podgy fingers. Still I suppose if he was going to fuck me then a grope at dinner was nothing. 

Maureen stayed with us as we ate. Now while I wasn't enjoying this I did wonder if or what Yvonne had said to upset Maureen. God if I knew I would probably use it myself! But why would Dave risk his marriage for a fuck with me? Yeah I know I did it too!

I was downing the wine quite easily as Maureen talked with Dave. Their conversations seemed stupid; holidays, work, and decorating came up. I suppose it was then that I started thinking this was all a sick joke. Dave had leered at me like he normally did, but he hadn't once mentioned or made any remark that suggested I was going to get fucked. Even in the lift at the hotel going up to a room, I thought any minute now they would tell me it was some sick game.

But now there I was sat on the bed, and feeling Maureen pulling my shoulder straps down from behind!

Dave started to puff and pant as he began to undress. He only stopped to leer at my tits as they came into view.

"I, I, I can't do this," I stammered, as I tried to pull the dress back up.

Maureen tugged my hair back which caused me to yelp.

"Now you listen little slut Dave has paid for you. He knows all about the men you have taken home and I said he could fuck you."

She was calm but forceful; well she didn't need to shout not with her fucking hand pulling my hair.

"Don't you love my son enough to make one small sacrifice?" she whispered in my ear so Dave couldn't hear. 

I was panting and I felt quite numb, so I didn't do anything as the zip went down on the back of my dress. I just shook my head.

"I'll make it a thousand," she whispered.

Now £500 was nowhere near enough to persuade me, but £1000 had me wondering if I could squeeze a little more out of her. Whatever Yvonne had done must have really hurt Maureen, enough to set this up in the first place.

"Double," I panted, as Dave went to the bathroom in his pants.

"Nobody bargains with me!" she spat, tugging my hair.

I didn't scream out I wouldn't let myself.

"Then fuck you I won't do it, fuck him yourself," I hissed.

I knew she was thinking about giving me more money, as I got no response straightaway. I could feel her heavy breathing in my ear.

"1500," she whispered in a vicious tone.

By the time Dave came back from the bathroom I was stood naked. He walked over to me and I backed away a little, until Maureen held my shoulders. 

Now when you see 18 stone of pink flesh heading your way £1500 sounds like nothing. 

"Just open your legs, and let me see those pretty pink lips pout for it," Dave said with a sneer.

His words were bad enough, but did he actually think I would be gushing for him!

"Do as you are told!" Maureen said, with a sick chuckle.

Slowly I spread my legs a little, as Dave moved closer. He just stood with a big grin on his face, which spread further as I flinched at the finger that found my pussy. I let him touch me for just a few seconds and then I backed into Maureen. I gasped as Maureen tightened her grip on me. Her lips had been kissing my neck for the last few seconds, and I could feel her long hair tickling my back. 

I looked at Dave as he made to push his pants down. Then I looked away in doing so I turned into Maureen's lips. She quickly grabbed my hair as her lips covered mine. She didn't need to grab me so roughly, as I was already searching for her tongue!

I could feel Dave now on his knees and his fat spotty face between my legs. His tongue lapped at my pussy that his fingers had opened up.

My legs tried to close but he just pinched my lips forcing me to stop. Even while I was trying to get him off, my tongue was driving deeper into my mother's mouth, and she wasn't holding back either!

I groaned as I kissed her while my pussy was getting a good deal wetter.

I can't really describe the mixed feelings I was trying to deal with but I'll try.

Underneath me was a gross man that I didn't want. Kissing me was a woman! My mother a woman I hated, but I wanted, I was wet because of her, not the man who I was trying and failing to stop licking my now dripping pussy! So why then was I now pushing my hips forward and starting to gyrate? I could hear Dave groaning with lust, it made me feel sick! But my tongue was forcing into my mother in law's mouth. Not only that but she was pulling at my nipples, because I had grabbed her hands to them!

A finger now went into my streaming pussy and that disgusting fat man's tongue was now on my clit. 

"No!" I moaned, on Maureen's tongue.

I tried pulling my hips back, but she had pushed them forward again. My legs quaked as she pulled off of my mouth, we had kissed for ages and we both needed air. She recovered quicker than me. Her sick little grin spread over her face, her right hand pushed my backside, forcing my pussy on the fat finger that moved rapidly in and out of my dripping cunt! I was groaning a little now, until my mouth just hung open. Maureen was kissing my neck and cooing in my ear. 

I nearly collapsed, until she put her left arm under both of my breasts and held me up.

I was grunting and losing control now. I didn't want the orgasm that this fat bastard was about to give. I wanted my bitch of a mother down there doing it!

His tongue left my clit and I felt it actually lick up my juice that had run down the inside of my trembling thighs! The fat bastard was groaning lustfully as he did it!

Maureen pulled my hair slowly until I opened my mouth. I began to orgasm and couldn't stop not even when Dave stood up and forced his tongue in my mouth! The taste of my own juices, and that fat slug like tongue made me want to puke, so did Dave's fat finger that fucked me. My body wanted what my head didn't!

I managed to pull off his vile kiss, but only so I could scream at Maureen.

"Faster. Faster!" I whimpered at her. 

It was her finger that now joined Dave's that I would claim to be the final act that made me climax so very hard! 

Maureen took me over to the bed. It was now I began to pull away slightly. When I saw Dave's cock it made me shudder, and I wished I hadn't looked. It was bright red and not very long but it looked quite fat. In keeping with the rest of him it was gross, and had a sort of deformed look to it, and it seemed to bend to his left. His fat hand was working it as it got harder and harder. 

I was now on my back and the terror was now showing on my face. As he moved towards me his fat belly wobbled. He seemed to be holding up the rolls of fat with his other hand. 

"Just remember you are getting paid," Maureen spat in my ear.

Hardly any form of consolation now I thought! 

"I, I can't, I just can't!" I shrieked.

"Do you think I give a damn cunt?" Maureen growled, "If you want my son back then you'll do this, if not then I know where we stand."

I felt the bed rock violently as a fat knee pushed the mattress down, my backside sunk with it. I held my breath and looked up into the grinning fat face. He just looked down stroking his gross cock.

"Well you can struggle if you like, but your cunt belongs to me."

I felt the full force of his weight on me as he fumbled at my pussy. His smelt sweaty and his skin seemed greasy. I had made the mistake of putting my arm across my stomach. It was now trapped under folds of fat; from the man who was now rock the bed as he fucked me! 

I had closed my eyes hoping to avoid seeing him. But a flash had shocked me and as I opened them another flash went off right in my face. Maureen was taking bloody pictures!

Dave didn't seem to care either, which I found strange. Didn't he realise she was getting her own back on him and his wife for something? Surely she wasn't going to use the photos of me under this fat arrogant ugly bastard!

All my wriggling came to nothing as the camera clicked away. I made a mistake of opening my mouth and that awful fat tongue of his soon found it. I tried to get him off but 18 stone nearly twice my weight was a lot to shift. I could feel him getting even more sweaty as he increased in pace. He drew himself up on his arms and I got my arm our which felt very wet. He began grunting and jerking faster. I closed my eyes as rolls of wet spare flesh rippled over my stomach!

Maureen had given up taking photos now. She just watched with her sick grin as Dave shot his spunk in my belly!

Gradually he slowed until he stopped and pulled out. I could feel his sweat still running off his body and dripping onto mine!

My ribcage felt squashed and I prayed he hadn't done any damage. As he pulled off the bed I felt my ankles being stretched apart. Maureen was now 3 feet away from my pussy. She was taking photos of the spunk as it oozed from my pussy to my ass!

We left the hotel minutes later. I was so shocked and disgusted with everything that I couldn't speak. Maureen was quite cheerful saying I had done a wonderful job. 

She ran me a bath as I sat numb in the chair. She came into my bedroom to get me. I just stood there as she stripped me off and helped me into the bath. I didn't even object as she started washing me. I lay on the bed and she started stroking my washed hair. She was cooing softly telling me what a good girl I was. I picked up on this and asked her if she would tell Nigel to come back to me. She chuckled like I was asking if there was a man on the moon.

"Oh no my dear I don't think you deserve that just yet do you?"

She slipped a hand between my legs and began to tease my pussy. Part of me wanted to stop her but part of me wanted to let her make me come.

"You really have been a good girl and I suppose you should have a reward."

I felt disappointed as her hand left from between my legs. 

"I'll bring the divorce papers round in the morning."

"But you said I had been good!" I cried.

"Yes but you still haven't been punished Diane, and until then the divorce is going to start."

"That's not fair, I did what you asked," I sobbed.

She laughed again like I was a kid who didn't understand.

"You asked me for more money, and you climaxed like the tart you are."

"But you made me, I, I wouldn't have done if you hadn't of been there!"

"You came twice, once on my finger and once when he fucked you. I'm not stupid I noticed it even if you won't admit to it."

I rolled away from her still unable to explain to myself, why fat Dave had made me orgasm by fucking me. She knew she could detect the change in my breathing, and the other little signs that I tried desperately to hide.

"No you sleep now, you are still a tart and a whore, no matter how gross the man is you can't stop yourself, cunt!" 



Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 05



When you grow up in an orphanage not knowing who your parents are, you begin to think life isn't worth living. Then I met Gary at school. He gave me a reason to exist. Up until that point I hated Christmas and Easter. I would watch my school friends go off for the holidays. They were always excited and couldn't wait to get home. I just couldn't wait to get back to school! School gave me a purpose, a reason to live. Gary took over from where school left off. Then Faye moved in for him. I was engaged to Gary, and my so called best friend stole him from me. I felt like the young insecure orphan girl again. I started dating Nigel just weeks after splitting up with my ex, and he warned me that his mum didn't really approve of me. I can never forget the first time we met. She just looked me up and down with a terrible look of disgust. She was a snob, and I was a piece of shit! Even with this horrible woman against me I was determined to marry Nigel. He gave me the one reason for living. I was happy, and I would do my best to make him happy too. But deep down I knew his mother would never accept me. Even now I remember her exact words when Nigel told her we were getting married.

"You cannot marry that!"

The way her eyes narrowed and the hatred etched on her face, had me in tears. I tried everything I could to convince her I would make her son happy. It was nearly two weeks before she spoke to me.

"If you don't make Nigel happy I'll punish you beyond belief," she hissed.

I suppose this was the punishment she spoke of. But I didn't expect it to be anything like this! Even when I started seeing Gary I was afraid of her and what she might do. That was why I was just going to run away. Somehow she got to hear about it, and the look on her face when I stood at the door waiting for Gary made me shudder. I was running out on her son and I deserved the slap. But when Gary told me he and Faye were going to try again, my mother couldn't hide her delight!

Just a few months later I knew I would put up with anything to get Nigel back. I know that sounds daft, but believe me being an orphan is something you never forget. That was another reason I threw myself at men in the pubs and clubs. The pain of being alone again was too much to bear. I needed to feel loved and wanted, even if it was for just one night! 

So the following day I was on my knees begging not to have to sign the divorce papers. She just sat there in the chair with an amused smirk. When the divorce came through 4 months later I moved into a small flat. I worked as a cleaner; the money wasn't great but enough to get by on. Gary had split for good with Faye, and she had gone back to Spain to be with the baby's father. Gary and I dated a few times, but he wouldn't commit to anything more. So we went our separate ways. Nigel had married Harriett and they had a nice new house. Things were getting difficult for me financially I owed 2 months back rent. I couldn't even offer my landlord sex to pay off what I owed as his was gay! So when I answered the door just before Christmas I was feeling low. There she stood, my ex mother. I broke down in front of her and cried. She didn't show any emotion she just sat there with that arrogant sneer. I watched her take off her shoes, and she threw a bundle of money on the table.

"You know what to do, Cunt."

I kissed and slurped on her feet, as she told me what a dirty hovel I was living in. 

"No daughter of mine would end up in a place like this," she mocked.

Why she said that I didn't know at the time. Why would she be bothered about me?

I stood in the kitchen as she petted Sammy, yes I still had him at least he loved me. She let him out into the small back garden and then picked up the tea pot. I pulled my panties away, and she began to pour the cold tea over my pussy. My legs shook and I had the biggest orgasm for months as the tea trickled down to my feet. When she left I had £250, and an official looking document to read.

A week later I moved in with her with Sammy too. Her husband had died 2 months ago. I had now signed the document she had left last week, and I had agreed to everything she told me. I was now her new maid, she was now my mistress, and I had to do whatever caught her fancy!

Whenever Nigel and Harriett came round, I was sent to the kitchen or to take Sammy for a walk. I wasn't permitted in the same room as Nigel. What Nigel thought about all this I didn't know. He was living 22 miles away in another town so we rarely saw him. Maureen was a bitch to me and I waited on her hand and foot. This was all part of the deal. So what kept me going? Knowing one day I would get a share of Uncle Jack's money. OK it was a little flimsy but I did things for him. Maureen loved watching me with him. He was in his early 70's and he had some blood disorder. It was a matter of sooner rather than later, his death I mean. 

Maureen made me dress in pretty party frocks when Uncle Jack was due. Hideous to me eyes, but for the money I did it. Uncle Jack would come to stay once a month. I would sit on his knee, with my hair in pigtails and these pink, yellow, or light blue frocks. I wore matching tights with whatever dress I had on.

"Go on Jack give the maid a sloppy kiss in her ear," Maureen said, as she puffed on a coloured cigarette. 

He pulled my head onto his disgusting tongue. He slurped nosily and made sure no part of my ear escaped his tongue's invasion. With my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth gagged with a pair of tights, I couldn't stop him fingering my pussy through my lacy coloured tights. I could see Maureen's smirking grin as I tried to keep my legs shut, as well as trying to wriggle free. His cock was usually erect between my thighs, and my struggling just made him shoot all over my legs. Sometimes he lasted for ages, nearly an hour of kissing and pushing his finger into me. Other times it was over in a few minutes. Either way Maureen loved it. She would chuckle as he whispered dirty things in my ear as I struggled. I would make little frightened and horrified noises. Even this seemed to amuse her. The game always ended in the same result.

"Look at you; you're such a naughty cunt. You wriggled on Uncle Jack on purpose to make him ejaculate."

So there I was a 27 year old woman dressed in a party frock, with the spunk of a 73 year old trickling down my legs. Maureen would finger me right in front of Uncle Jack, until I had an orgasm as he watched with a dirty leer on his wrinkled old face. But the food was the worst. To shame me into not doing it the next time he came to visit, she poured food into my bra and tights! It was always something different, beans, jelly, rice pudding, mashed potato, and sometimes she would use a whole canister of cream! I found it incredibly humiliating as she pulled the trigger and the cold cream oozed into my underwear. I had to spend 15 minutes with whatever it was sliding around my tits and pussy. Then he was allowed to lick it off my trembling body. There I stood as my tights were pulled down. His horrid tongue and mouth devoured everything. Of course with my hands still bound behind my back I couldn't stop him. I would groan into the gag, as his tongue lingered on my pussy and flicked over my clit. Maureen would now join in; pulling the tights from my mouth she would start kissing me. She always mashed my bra to my breasts, making me feel every lump of cold food on my skin, this always excited me. I would shudder and climax on Jacks tongue, but I always told myself it was Maureen who made me orgasm so very hard! Then she would show me my bank book. £500 for every time he visited. That kept me going only it was hard. The money was mine and I was free to walk away at any time, even though I would endure a final humiliation! My only reprieve was Saturday nights, I was allowed out with my friends. They didn't know about me being a maid to my ex mother. I was allowed to bring men home and just a few months into my new life, I found a guy who wanted to see me again. We met several times in secret and he seemed quite interested in me. But I had committed myself to Maureen; I knew she would never let me go without a struggle, despite what she had said about me leaving when I wanted. As usual there I was on Saturday night, kissing and slurping at Maureen's feet to get my pocket money, as I did every Saturday before going out. 

"You seem a little anxious tonight," she mumbled.

I tried to smile before I looked up at her, but it didn't fool her when she saw my face.

"I'm not letting you out tonight; you are going to stay here with me."

Now my face really gave the game away. Her eyes narrowed and she looked like she was about to start. But for some reason she broke into a smile.

"I suppose our little game had to end sometime. So what is this man's name?"

I knelt back on my heels. Kissing her feet didn't feel right now.

"Duncan, he works in a garage," I added not really knowing why.

"And is it serious, with this Duncan?"

I looked down waiting for her to snap at me. I couldn't believe she was just going to let this happen. I tried to find words that would mean something to her, maybe tell her how I enjoyed being her maid.

"Yes. I think so," was all I could say.

She slipped her shoes on and stood up. I watched her raise her skirt and she moved towards me. 

"Kiss my panties and then I will let you see him."

I gulped up at her. In all our games I had never touched her between the legs. She had told me this was off limits. She never wanted me to make her come, and I would never see her pussy. Now all I had to do was kiss her, and she would apparently let me see Duncan! I moved forward very slowly. While I didn't want to do this, part of me was saying to trust her. I let my lips lightly brush the thin fabric of her white panties. She always had them pulled tight and my lips found the contours of her pussy. I could feel her hair like it was some sort of padding. My lips seemed to sink into her panties a little. I let my tongue gently lick over her moist lips. A little gasp escaped her mouth. I turned my head and opened my mouth. Slowly I closed it, gently sucking her panties and pussy lips into my mouth and trapping them there. My tongue licked along her ridges as I pulled my head back slightly, but I still gripped her pussy.

I looked up at her but I couldn't see her face. Her hand gently pulled my head to her fanny as she gasped a little louder this time. I continued the kiss and let my hands stray onto her plump rear. I began feeling her soft fleshy backside and my kiss became more passionate. 

"Oh that is so beautiful," she mumbled dreamily.

I let my hands glide over her hips; I went to pull her panties down.

"No, you shouldn't see my vagina!" she gasped, and then she pulled away.

I just knelt with her scent filling my nose. When I looked up she had tears in her eyes.

"You must go and get ready for your date. I would like to meet him soon."

She left me feeling quite strange, I wasn't sure if our games had now finished forever. Maybe she knew this day would come, and now she was facing up to it. With everything that had gone on between us I felt a little sad. Things were hardily normal but it was what I was use to. So she was giving me up, and she wanted to meet my boyfriend. I went to meet Duncan but even he could see I was a little preoccupied. Eventually as the night wore on, I relaxed and forgot about what had happened with Maureen, but refusing to take Duncan home that night felt strangely proper. The next day she asked how my date went. No sarcastic comments, no hint of her sniggering at me. She seemed so genuine. Over the next two months she treated me like a daughter. We went shopping and laughed and joked together. There was no hint of us doing any of the sexual things together anymore. I tried to ask her once if she wanted me to give her something in return for the things she was doing for me. She just shook her head knowing what I meant. The day Duncan came to dinner I was a nervous wreck. Harriett was having dinner with us also as Nigel was away. Everything went fine even Harriett didn't look down her nose at me. Maureen asked Duncan about where he worked, and tried her best to sound interested in him. I walked him to the door and we kissed.

I sat in the pub with Gillian the following week. 

"So how's what's his name, Pete?"

"OK, look Diane you won't tell anyone about him will you?"

I shook my head, "of course not."

"We are having so much fun. I know it isn't right but he is 18 and we kind of do different things," she said with a grin.

"What different things?" I asked fascinated.

"Well we sort of play this dare game, it started with me asking him to nick an apple off a tree. Then he would dare me."

"Apples off a tree? That's a little lame even for you."

She lent forward, "gradually it has become a little more interesting."

"Oh yeah like what?"

"Last week he dared me to let him touch my backside for a whole minute in class."

"What in front of everyone?"

"God no, I had to get everyone in a circle to explain a science problem. Pete was stood behind me and I can't tell you how horny it was. I mean I could feel myself blush."

"Well whatever turns you on I suppose. You know you'll have to end it don't you?"

She nodded looking a little sad, "I've tried to three times. But as soon as I see him in school I just go all weak."

"Oh Gillian just get laid by someone else."

"Yeah well look at what happened when I did? 3 men that's all I've had and they have all been disasters!"

I nodded, poor cow. The first was a guy who was married, the second was a rough bastard, and the third a con man that got her to part with money.

"Shush here comes Duncan, shit Diane he doesn't look too happy."

I looked round and saw him marching towards me. He grabbed my arm and marched me outside.

"Duncan what is it? What are you doing?"

He held up a picture and I cringed and shrunk back. Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head in disbelief.

"No, no she can't do this to me!" I screamed.

He held another, and then another up.

He left me slumped against the wall. I looked at the last photo he had forced into my face. There I was kissing fat Dave naked on the bed as he fucked me! His fat gross body was in full view.

"Oh here, this is my favourite!" he growled.

I looked at the last picture, my legs were stretched wide apart and a dribble of spunk trailed towards my ass!

"Duncan, come back, come back!"

A hand appeared next to me picking up the photos. Finally it grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car. I sat crying into my hands.

"So your boyfriend didn't like your photos then cunt!" Maureen said with a smirk.

I cried for two days on and off, staying in my room and refusing to eat what was put in front of me. 

"So are you coming down? I have a surprise for you."

I wanted to tell her to fuck off. I wanted to hit her but I couldn't. Just her standing over me was enough to make me feel powerless.

"Did you really think I'd let you go that easily? Didn't you once wonder about who I was going to use those photos against? Come on someone is waiting."

She went to my underwear drawer and began shuffling through my lingerie. I finally stood in the red stockings, red suspender belt, and red high heels she had picked out. She tied my hands behind my back with a pair of my tights.

"Please don't make me do whatever it is you want. I'll, I'll be good, you said I could leave at any time," I mumbled.

She turned on her heels to stare at me. I could see her cold eyes grinning at me, for whatever reason she was thinking of. I knew this wasn't going to be easy for me.

"You can go afterwards; you can take your £4000 and go. This was the deal as I promised a humiliating end to our relationship, and a final payment of £1000 for your final deed."

Although I was frightened the money was dangling like a carrot. I didn't care about Uncle Jack's inheritance, and deep down I figured I would never see much of it anyway. She opened the bank book in front of me, there it was £5000. She put it in my underwear drawer, but would it really be in a bank account that I could get to? Maybe I could get Duncan back. If I could only tell him I was forced into having sex with that gross man, then maybe he would believe me.

"Well your lover is waiting for you."

I walked slowly behind her feeling my breasts sway. I was about to stand naked (apart from a few sexy trimmings) in front of someone I didn't know! My lover as Maureen called him.

My face was as red as my lacy stockings as I walked into the lounge. 

"Christ!" a voice said from a chair.

I looked at the young man staring at me. He couldn't take his eyes off my pussy. I watched and shuddered as he licked his lips. His neck was covered in tattoos and his shirt sleeves were rolled right up. His jeans had holes in and his black hair was gelled down. The crucifix earring did nothing to hide his thuggish image. Finally, sheepishly, I made eye contact with him. I swallowed as he was in obvious delight about my reluctance.

"You fucking hot bitch," he said in delight, at the trembling woman in front of him.

I took a step back and Maureen held my shoulders.

"Surely you are not afraid of Jack's grandson Diane, just because Kenny has been in prison for the last 3 ½ years without a woman's company?"

I knew of Kenny, and I knew he had been in prison for robbery. He was every inch the thug he looked to be. This was again part of the side of the family that Maureen didn't associate with, she never talked about him and he never got an invite to the wedding when I married Nigel. But now she was giving me to him!

"Just remember he has been locked up all that time with just disgusting pictures to look at? Now he has the real thing in front of him, I'm sure after 3 ½ years he has been looking forward to getting his hands on a woman."

Her whispered words had me trying to back away, but she held me tight. I struggled a little and my bare breasts jiggled.

"God look at those beauties bounce! Just two hours out of nick and I'm going to get to fuck a right hot chick."

"There is no need to be vulgar Kenny," Maureen said, with a despairing tone in her voice.

"I can have her all weekend you say?" he asked with delight.

"Oh yes Kenny, she is all yours."

I could feel her words echoing round my brain. All weekend! He started towards me undoing his grubby jeans, and I began panting and trying to twist away.

"First I want a blow job then I'll fuck her brains out," he said with a sneer.

"Kenny, do you have to be so rude?" Maureen snapped.

I saw his cock getting closer and closer. He began rolling his foreskin back as I whimpered.

"You are free to leave Sunday afternoon. Oh my, you are wet aren't you?" Maureen whispered, as her finger pushed between my legs.

OK I was wet but I was still scared stiff! Kenny hadn't fucked anyone for all that time. 3 ½ years, that is, well, you work it out in days? All those lonely nights just going to bed and dreaming of fucking someone, and now after all that time he would finally get his wish. I was pushed to my knees and Maureen let go of my shoulders. I just knelt there now not pinned down. I was too frightened to move. I knew either way one of them would stop me if I tried to run. He stood with his cock just inches from my trembling lips. He seemed to be taking his time, like the last moments of enforced celibacy was going to be unrivalled by anything he had done in the past. 

"Well you either open up or I force it into you? I don't really care which, but my 8 inches will be getting past those hot lips one way or another!"

I could feel my poor cunt dripping. My emotions were all over the place, I didn't want this, but at the same time I did!




Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 05



Slowly I opened my mouth. I knew with my hands tied behind my back I was at his mercy. 

"You won't be too rough will you? I mean I can't take it all in my throat, please be careful?"

I didn't like the dirty grin he was giving me.

"Tell him what your nickname is Diane?"

I looked between the pair of them; she was now stood at my side.

"Cunt," I mumbled, to his surprised expression that turned to delight.



Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 06



I just didn't like the look in his eyes. He looked really menacing I could see why people were frightened of him. But now my eyes focused on the cock inches from my mouth. He moved forward and just let the tip of his cock rest on my trembling lip.

My whole body was shaking now.

"Oh you are going to be such a good fuck," he spat.

I let his cock slip into my mouth. I just knelt there like some blow up doll. I suppose when you think about it that was all I was. But I was a breathing living one. He began moving his cock around inside my mouth. For someone who had been locked up for 3 ½ years he was remarkably controlled.

He began pushing into the back of my mouth, and then pulling out until his hard cock nearly slipped off my lips. I was still trying to get my hands free; I was worried in case all of a sudden he just plunged into me. I began fearing even more as I saw his hand move round behind my head. I felt him slowly scoop up my hair from the base of my neck. Still he was slowly pushing and pulling in and out of my mouth. I felt his large fist grip my hair tightly. I'm sure the force he used was enough to stretch the skin on my face.

Now I was frantic, trying to get my wrists out of the tights that held them bound together before he choked me to death. I felt him push his cock into the right side of my mouth. I could feel my cheek bulge and stretch as he shoved harder. Then I felt a soft hand on my cheek as he held his cock tightly into it. 

"Oh that is so you Diane, a mouthful of hard dick," Maureen hissed.

I could feel her finger lightly trace over my swollen cheek as Kenny just held himself there. It was like she was feeling his cock and my mouth would have been a replacement for a condom!

I tried even harder to get my hands free, as they began to chuckle at something. I'm sure they were teasing me now. Would she give him the command to ram himself viciously into my throat? Would they both laugh as I struggled for breath? 

"Go on Kenny do her," Maureen said, as her stroking fingers finally left my cheek.

I felt his fingers relax and then grip again like the weightlifters do, getting a final grip before snatching the bar. He pulled out of my cheek. Then slowly he pushed straight into the back of my mouth. I pulled back away from him, but that big hard hand that had probably caused damage to some poor face held me firm. I felt his tip push into my throat now, I struggled with all my might to get off of him and pull my wrists out. There was no chance of me being successful with either. 

He pulled back relaxing a little then he began shoving in and out. 

"Don't worry bitch I won't suffocate you, but that was just to show you I can so you had better start sucking."

I didn't need telling twice. I sucked and licked his cock determined to please him. Just the thought alone of him blocking my windpipe had me too scared not to. He seemed to settle into a rhythm, one that I could cope with. I just hoped that when he came he wouldn't get too carried away. His hand still gripped my hair and forced the pace. He pulled and pushed me over and off his cock. 

I could hear him grunting and taking odd gasps of air. I looked up into his eyes; I knew from previous experience that men loved this. Just having some tart giving them a blowjob, with their big cow eyes looking up into their faces was quite a turn on. Even when like me, the eyes were saying how scared I was. 

My hands had stopped trying to get free now; I just hoped I could trust him. 

I heard a rustle of clothing to my left, I couldn't turn my head but I soon felt something hairy on my shoulder. I could see a soft leg push between my breasts, and I could feel Maureen's pussy on my shoulder. She started to move back and forth over it. The bloody bitch was humping my shoulder!

"Here let me help Kenny," Maureen said in a throaty voice.

Kenny's hand let go of my hair and a smaller softer hand replaced it. It was now Maureen who was working my head on his cock. She was a little more forceful than he was. Again I began to struggle with my bound hands, but even so I carried on sucking the cock that impaled itself on my mouth. Now and then I gagged a little as Maureen pushed a little too far. Her pussy was grinding onto my shoulder that was now streaming with her juice!

I could hear Kenny getting more and more excited. All three of us were now grunting and breathing hard. 

Without warning he shot into my mouth. I tried to swallow quickly. I could feel myself panicking, just how much was there in a cock that hadn't had a woman for 3 ½ years?

Maureen seemed more excited now; she obviously knew hot spunk was gushing into my mouth.

"Drink you bitch, drink it down cunt!" she spat through gritted teeth.

I tried I really tried, as jet after jet hit the back of my throat. 

It was Kenny who pulled himself off of me. I began coughing and choking and I could feel his spunk trickling down my nostrils and onto my top lip.

I felt Maureen get off my aching shoulder. She still had hold of my hair and pulled me roughly onto my back. I managed to get my hands out of the tights that they had been tied in as I fell.

The next thing I knew Maureen's hairy pussy was squashed against my face! The cow was now humping herself on my nose! Her pussy was soaked and I could smell her juices as she ground hard against me. No part of my face was left without her scent. I could feel wet matted hair and her pussy rub over me. 

Kenny was now moving between my legs. His cock pushed right into me all the bloody way! I opened my mouth to gasp and received a mouthful of Maureen's pussy hair. 

Kenny was ramming my pussy hard, only to match what Maureen was doing to my face.

"Lick my ass!" Maureen gasped.

Then I felt her shudder. Kenny must have hit the right spot first time. 

"Oh god you've got a long tongue young Kenny," Maureen moaned with delight.

I felt her shudder again and a strange wailing noise escaped her mouth. At the same time my face began to run with juice as she ground harder onto me. She slipped forward over my head and there was Kenny's face. I shouldn't have left my mouth open but I was still gasping for air when his tongue pushed into me. I struggled to get him out, remembering where it had been just a few minutes ago!

I could hear Maureen's sick little laugh, as I tried to escape from Kenny's tongue.

"Poor Diane is something wrong?" she said with a cackle.

I watched Kenny look up to her and an evil grin spread over his lips. I looked up and there was her ass now suspended over me. There it was getting closer and closer to my face. I turned my head away but she grabbed my hair. I wanted to shout but I kept my mouth closed tight. Her ass landed on my face and she began to wriggle around. I could hear the pair of them chuckling again. 

How long could I hold my breath?

She moved all over my face, smearing the sweat from her ass and the juice from her pussy everywhere. At least now and then I could gulp fresh air.

Kenny was driving into me harder now, and to my surprise he came very quickly. As he pulled away I felt long soft hair tickle my thighs, and then a pair of soft lips kissing my pussy. The bloody cow was now licking my spunk filled cunt! 

I could feel her fingers pulling me apart. She seemed to cover me with her mouth and then I heard the unimaginable. Maureen was suck hard on my pussy and gulping and swallowing my juice and Kenny's spunk!

With all this going on I was fast losing any sense of right and wrong. I could feel my face with all sorts of wet mess on it. But that mass of brown matted pussy hair was just a tongues length away.

"Oh! Diane," Maureen gasped in surprise.

My tongue was flicking into her fanny now. She settled down a little more. OK my nose was near her ass again, but I was quaking with every flick of her tongue! I licked her pussy trying to do what she was doing to me.

"That is a good cunt!" Maureen groaned, with a mouthful of my soaked pussy.

For the next few minutes we were all silent. Apart from the odd slurp and swallow of pussy juices. I was the first to crack. I just shuddered and came having to stop licking her because it was so intense. What the hell Kenny thought I didn't know or care. I just wanted this so bad, to please my horrible mistress, and myself!

Maureen and I showered together, but even then I still felt ashamed of myself as I soaped her huge tits! She didn't say one word to me. But her arrogant superior look had returned.

By the time we came out of the shower I knew things had gone back to normal. It was like I had dreamt the whole episode. 

I was now aware too that Kenny would expect me to perform when he returned from the pub. 

Maureen had that sick grin back like she knew something but she wasn't letting on. I just sat there letting her tie me up. She used ropes this time. My hands had been tied behind my back, and my arms just above my elbows. I wore just black stockings and black high heeled shoes. She began wrapping rope around my legs. She tied my ankles together and then my thighs, with my legs bent by a short rope that went from my ankle ties to my upper arm ties. 

"Please Maureen can't we stop this now," I mumbled.

A slap landed to my face.

"Didn't I tell you no talking!" she yelled.

As I lie there on the coffee table, yes the coffee table! She began to makeup my face. When she had finished I had a wide funnel pushed into my mouth. I tried to struggle which amused her. She tied the straps attached to the funnel behind my head. At least I could open my mouth a little but I knew I couldn't get the funnel out.

"Oh don't look so terrified. Kenny will be back with his mates soon."

I struggled on hearing this but I knew it would be useless. His mates! What fucking mates?

I felt her finger push between my tightly bound thighs. She had to grimace with the effort to find my pussy. She grinned at how wet I was.

"Now I'm going to take Sammy with me I'll be back on Sunday, and then you are free to go. Oh I do hope the boys enjoy you."

I lay there for around 2 hours in the dark. I heard the door open and chattering voices sounding rather drunk. I was shaking again; soon they would appear through the door. 

The light flicked on and I had to squint. There stood Kenny, his eyes were all over me I watched him move into the room and more faces appeared.

"Fucking hell!" someone said with a drunken gasp.

I counted 6 faces all male staring in disbelief at the trust up woman on the coffee table. 

"Go and get some drinks boys, and the food is in the dining room."

Kenny waited until the group left the room.

"Well aren't we going to have fun tonight?" he said with a grin.

He took awhile to look over my body as I tried to come to terms with everything.

"Now all the guys have been told they can have you. I'm just off to get some beer and food, and then we'll come and play with you, if you know what I mean?" he said with a chuckle.

The door crashed open and Kenny came towards me. Now my mind was occupied by something else. I began struggling to get free as other faces joined him. 

"Time for some fun and games boys," Kenny said.

I lay there as 5 hard dicks were being pulled. All these cocks were pointing into the funnel! I had tried to move my head away but Kenny was stood over me holding my hair. Every time I tried to get away he just yanked my hair until the funnel was back under the throbbing cocks. I heard one of the men grunting and I could see him splatter into the funnel. 

"Oh it's trickling down nice and slow," Kenny spat with a sly grin.

I just lay there waiting for it to enter my mouth. I was shaking and scared but it was quite erotic at the same time. 

Well just think about it for a second? A funnel strapped into my mouth. All these men pulling themselves stood over it, and now the wait. How long would it take to slide from the funnel onto my tongue and down my throat? 5 loads of spunk from 5 men going into my mouth and I didn't have to do a thing!

Kenny was providing a running commentary on the progress of dribbling spunk, "it's nearing the neck now Diane, soon so very soon. Oh look another load going in."

I had to take his word for it. All I could see was the balls hanging around the rim from down below. I felt like a bloody fish waiting for someone to feed me!

"Oh number 3 now Diane and that is quite thin you know it should speed the rest up."

Then I felt the first drip to the back of my throat. I struggled harder but my hair was tugged just as fiercely. 

"Oh now don't even think I'm letting you go," Kenny hissed in my ear. 

At least I could swallow a little, but the drips were coming faster and faster. I had to swallow then relax, then swallow again. 

"Oh just one more to come now, come on Tommy pump into her common little mouth, she's a slut she loves it!"

I looked up into Tommy's eyes. He was the 18 year old schoolboy that had dated Della my dog sitter. Yes it was definitely him; I had seen him coming out of her house when I went there to arrange dog sitting, Della had introduced us, and I remembered thinking at the time how hunky he was. Perhaps he didn't recognise me with a bloody funnel stuck out of my gob, but I knew him. It made me lose concentration for awhile. I began to cough a little. I spewed out spunk from the side of the funnel. I quickly began to swallow and breathe in the order that had helped me before. 

They left me to get beers and nibbles as Kenny held my head. All that spunk was now heading for my belly at first I could taste the difference, but as it mingled in the funnel it all became a mixture. 

Kenny undid the funnel and I gasped and took deep breaths.

"You are a fucking asshole!"

He slapped me so hard I rolled off the table. I felt his boots jab into my thighs and belly.

"Don't you ever swear at me you little scrubber," he snapped.

I felt him pull my hair! I lay sobbing on the carpet as he dug his boots into me, just little short jabs that seemed to stimulate me beyond my control. When he left me there to get another drink, I allowed myself to orgasm as my tongue searched my mouth, for the final taste of the spunk still trapped there!

Several of the men untied me and I knew why. I was put back on the coffee table and my legs were pulled open. I could have struggled but what was the use? 

There was Kenny knelt at the end with his mates looking on. They were swilling beer and now and then a finger invaded my pussy, it was the only time I wriggled and it seemed to amuse everyone. My pussy lips had fingers pulling them and opening me up. I just looked at all the grinning faces watching me. The drunken men made disgusting comments about me.

I struggled once again as Kenny pushed himself into me. The laughing got louder; they all knew I didn't stand a chance. Kenny began to fuck me as the rest cheered him on. I could see he was trying his best to impress his mates. They made sick comments every time I groaned. 

When he finally came in me I began to shudder again, I fought my own reaction but I gave up and writhed and screamed at him to fuck me harder!

"God you really are a little whore aren't you Diane?" someone spat in my ear.

One by one all through the night they all fucked me. Some 2 or 3 times but not Tommy he had disappeared at some stage. I saw a look of disgust on his face. I don't think it was me he was disgusted with, probably himself. I suspect he must have recognised me. The rest didn't care though; they would drink more beer and watch as I was taken turns with. 

By now my poor cunt felt sore and swollen, but it didn't stop me having a few intense orgasms. I felt horrified with the way I had just waited for the next cock. Sometimes I would be left for 20 minutes or so. I would pull myself up and drink from beer cans that the men offered to me. 

Slowly the guys started to fall asleep where they sat; even Kenny wandered off to bed somewhere. I moved gingerly up the stairs, my pussy dripping with god knows how many loads of spunk!

I sat in the bath just soaking away the aches and pains, and the stink of sex that had taken over any other smell. The water was quite cold by the time I got out of the bath. I crawled into bed at 4.25 am.

So was this to be my end? Would I end up as the local whore? I suppose I was halfway there anyway. I would soon be out on the street to fend for myself. What was I good at? Opening my legs I answered myself.

Harriett was now Nigel's wife and I suppose I knew even before they married I would never get him back. My own stupid fault I know you don't need to tell me. 

For a few years I had it all, a husband, a nice house, plenty of money, and even a dog that I had grown to love. Now I had nothing apart from a few thousand pounds to my name. That I suppose was more than some people had. But being an orphan had taught me to stand on my own two feet. I had gotten out of the habit of that, but somewhere deep inside I thought maybe I could find another way. But I had to get back in with Maureen, even though I didn't know how just yet, but I knew she was the key. I needed her more than she needed me. So I would have to find a way to get back into her thoughts. I would have to show her I was willing to remain faithful, I would try my best to be her cunt!

The curtains rings rattled on the bar and light came streaming into the room. I stared at the cup next to me. I watched the steam rise and then I heard her voice.

"Quite a little party last night was it?"

"Maureen!" I mumbled in shock.

"Well I don't think you would get a visit from the Virgin Mary. Now you can have a bath and take your belongings, I want you out by noon."

I sat up wondering what the hell I could do stay for awhile. She seemed determined that I was going to leave.

"Maureen, do you really want me to go? I mean I'm quite willing to stay, if you'll let me," I mumbled.

She looked rather shocked, but didn't say a word. She sat on the bed gesturing for me to sit up. She fluffed the pillow up behind me, and sat waiting for me to get comfortable, and then she handed me the cup.

"I told you I have finished with you, now you have some money to make a fresh start, and under the circumstances you should think yourself lucky. Besides I need your bed Uncle Jack is coming to stay much to my dread."

"But there are other rooms; he could stay in one of those."

She raised an eyebrow questioning me.

"Why is he coming here?" I mumbled.

"I don't think that is any of your concern. But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you. He hasn't got long left, 6 months maybe a year. I think it would be wise to have him here for his final few months."

"It's his money isn't it? Kenny is his only grandson, and both Kenny's parents are dead. That is why you let him come here. What did he promise you all his money if you set me up with him?"

"Half, Kenny gets half too, no doubt he'll waste it on booze and come crawling to me for a hand out."

I could see the hatred in her eyes. It was like she was the only one who deserved to have money.

"Kenny doesn't know how rich his grandfather is. Oh he knows the house will come to him. But he hasn't a clue about Jack's money."

"But how can he not know?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well look at him? Jack I mean."

She left me there to drink my tea and work things out. I suppose nobody would have any suspicions about Jack being wealthy. 

I went downstairs an hour later. Maureen was asleep in the chair, had she been up all night too? 

Maureen's feet were up on the footstool. She jumped as my tongue gently licked her toes. She raised an eyebrow like she normally did, but then she settled down.

"Did Kenny tell you what a slut I was?" I mumbled, hoping to god I was on the right track.

"Yes," she replied eventually. 




Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 06



That was it no more conversation, just me kissing and tasting her feet. I knew she was enjoying it by the odd murmur. 

"You know I could be of use to you while Uncle Jack is here."

She opened her eyes and began looking at me with suspicion. Her head went back on the couch.

"Go on then, I'll humour you," she mumbled.

I kissed the balls of her feet.

"I could keep him out of the way while you have dinner parties."

"I shall employ someone for that. It doesn't solve my problem though does it? I don't want him here, come to that I don't want you here anymore either."

My heart sunk and I got off my knees.

"Go on be on your merry little way."

She didn't even open her eyes. I went out into the hall and picked up my bag. 

"Leave the key on the telephone table!" she called.



Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 07



I managed to find a small flat but after a few months my money was going fast. At least Maureen kept her word and I did have the money she promised me. I was working as a waitress in a coffee shop, and doing cleaning in offices at night. Slowly my life seemed to get back to normal. Yes I was out again pulling guys and getting fucked, but not every week now. I was spending more time with Gillian too. Well she had this 3 bedroom house left to her a few years ago. I was dropping hints like bolts of lightning about moving in with her. But she was still wrapped up in her own little world. It was Pete this and Pete that.

"So are you still after him then?" I asked, trying to sound interested.

"He's in with a bad lot. I haven't seen him for a few months. I knew it would end but I just can't stop thinking about him."

"Really?" I mumbled, as my eyes were drawn to a group of men that had just come in.

"Yeah he started seeing Becky one of the girls I teach, well it was more of a one off date."

Shit she was really waffling now, and she would spoil my chances with one of those guy's if she didn't fucking smile!

"It's hard for me to be two different people. At school I have to put on this hard image, I have to let the kids know who the boss is. But when I was with Pete he was making all the decisions, not at first but when we played the games. Then as he got in with this crowd at the pub he became more dominant. His mate Tommy got him into it, but I'm sure Pete isn't like Tommy really."

OK my interest was turning more to Gillian's confession. 

"You wouldn't understand you don't know what it's like to be dominated, and play our little dare game."

"Look why don't you tell him you love him still?"

"He's nearly 19 and I'm 29. I'm his school teacher; do you think his parents would let us date?" 

"So you won't be his teacher next month after the exams," I said, as my eyes smiled at a cute guy in the group.

"Becky wears such sluttish clothes I can't compete with that," she whimpered into her drink.

My mind was now on the guy returning my smile with his. But I had to dump Miss Sulky before she blew my chances.

"Look, go on home and think about what you want. If you really want to get Pete back then Maria and I will help you."

Gillian looked up it was then she saw the group of men.

"OK I can see you aren't really bothered with me," she grizzled.

"God Gillian, do you have to be so selfish!" I spat. 

"Excuse me could we buy you a drink?"

I looked up into Mr Hunky's eyes and flicked my hair.

"Yeah I reckon don't you Gillian? Gillian?"

"I think she just went out the door. My name is Phil."

"Well Phil it looks like we are on our own."

"This is Geoff we do everything together."

I smiled at Geoff, "everything?"

They both nodded. 

2 hours later we got back to my flat. There she was stood on my bloody doorstep.

"Hey one each," Geoff said happily.

I watched him drop to his knees clutching his groin.

"You're next if you don't get your friend away from here!" Maureen spat at Phil.

I could see he wasn't going to argue. He helped Geoff back to the street.

"So dating them in pairs now are you, to speed up the search for Mr Right? Now let's go inside I have a favour to ask of you Diane."

The following month I became Mrs Jack Green. Surprised? Well this was the deal Maureen left me to think over, 6 months at most to be Jack's wife, when he finally died I would end up with £150,000. Yes it was as simple as that. I had seen his will and Maureen would get nearly £200,000. All I had to do was put up with looking after him, and I had to keep Kenny sweet, promising him he and I would be together once Jack kicked the bucket! Look the money was my main aim here! Yes I know he is 74 years old, and I would have to put up with the odd fuck. But what would you do if it was your only chance to get some real money? History is littered with this sort of thing. So before you tell me I shouldn't as it was immoral or something, just think about who was to gain. Jack would end his days with a smile on his face, Maureen would be happy not that I was worried about her, and I would have enough money to run off and make a fresh start! I know money can't buy happiness but I would give it a damn good go! I did insist on one thing, that his house was decorated from top to bottom first. I got that easily enough as Jack was so keen to get me, and Maureen even picked up a paint brush, with rubber gloves on of course. We had a quiet little wedding in a registry office. Several friends tried to talk me out of it, but as soon as I mentioned the money they sort of got a strange jealous look. As for sex with Jack well, I took Maureen's advice and just opened my legs while thinking of all the things I could do with the money!

We went back to Maureen's house for a reception after the wedding. Nigel couldn't take much more of this he soon left with Harriett. Well fuck them anyway! So here I was sat on my 74 year old husband's knee, I could feel his hard cock between my stocking tops safely hidden under volumes of wedding dress. It was just the three of us by now; Maureen was sat amused by my wriggling. I felt the zip on my dress going down and Jack pulled at the front. He soon had two handfuls of breasts to explore.

"I bet you're going to have fun with your young pretty bride aren't you Uncle Jack?" Maureen said with a wicked grin.

"Oh you bet, she's going to make old Jack a very happy man," he groaned, and pulled hard on my tits making me wince.

OK it was hard to just think of the money. But that was what I was aiming for so I would just have to get used to him.

"Show me Diane," she said, pulling on her cigarette.

I just stared into her dark eyes that seemed to be mocking me. I slowly pulled my wedding dress up exposing my nylon clad thighs with Jack's hard dick trapped between them! I tried to stare her out but she was always going to win. I could feel my blushing face getting hotter by the second. But her sly grin that I found so humiliating had me wet as hell!

"Well you really are a blushing bride," she said, with a wicked chuckle.

I gasped as Jack's tongue left a wet trail up my bare back. I could even feel the hairs that stuck out of his nose dragging across my skin. He was panting hard behind me and I began rocking my thighs rubbing his cock. I could hear the rasping sound my stocking tops made. All the time my eyes remained glued to Maureen's. I watched as she got out of the chair and walked over to me. I followed her hand that slowly went towards Jack's cock. It hovered over the purple head, and then she quickly shoved her hand onto my soaked panties. I gasped as she pushed a finger deep into my wet slit.

"Oh you are turned on by your new husband," she whispered with a grin.

"It's not him it's you," I mumbled.

I felt a wet patch on my stocking top. Jack grunted and mauled my tits hard hurting them as he came on his new wife's stockings. Maureen's mouth covered mine as I opened my legs so she could push further into me. Her wriggling finger soon tripped me over the edge. Again my emotions were all over the place. I couldn't stand the disgusting wet tongue trailing up my back, and the mauling hands pulling my nipples into next week! But Maureen's tongue and finger working their magic had me screaming into her mouth with lust!

I went to the toilet but Maureen insisted I didn't take off or clean my stockings. Jack had gone up to bed for a nap. When I went back Maureen tied my hands behind my back with her red silk scarf, she then unsnapped my stained stockings from the suspender clips. She rolled them down my legs as I stood quaking; she pushed the spunk filled stocking tops into my mouth. 

"That suits you Diane. I just can't imagine the fun you and Jack will have tonight."

I whimpered at her comment and the amused grin on her face. Her hand was between my legs again gently pinching and rolling my pussy lips!

"You know he is such a disgusting old pervert I'm sure you will earn every penny of your inheritance," she mumbled, with her sick grin spreading over her face.

OK now I was regretting my decision to marry him, and you can all say I told you so. But the money was still there at the end of all this. Money like I could only dream of and it would be all mine!

"So what does 74 year old spunk taste like?" she asked, pushing more of the stockings into my mouth.

Her fingers wriggled in my pussy again. I was breathing through my nose but I could taste him. I could taste my husband's spunk on my nylon stockings. 

"Oh just think when you first give him oral sex?"

I closed my eyes feeling sick at the thought of it.

"Will you swallow it Diane? Will he have to hold you, or will you swallow his spunk willingly?"

"NO!" I growled into the gag.

"You do know he likes to have anal sex too don't you?" she said raising her eyebrow.

I began struggling to get my hands free, and I tried pushing my stockings out with my tongue.

"Oh no dear you have to get used to the taste," she mocked, pushing the stockings back into my mouth.

I was shaking my head from side to side. Tears filled my eyes but my legs trembled as I climaxed on her bloody fingers once again!

Of course keeping Kenny sweet wasn't that easy. He would come into my bedroom and drag me off away from my snoring husband. Kenny was a real bastard and for me to pretend I wanted him was very hard work. He seemed to think I enjoyed his rough sex, I of course never let on I didn't. He loved shoving himself into my mouth; he even found it amusing to call me Granny! I mean I was only a few years older than him, but I suppose technically he was right! He would pull himself off my mouth and shoot all over my face. Then when I got him hard again he would fuck me, usually with my hands tied behind my back.

Over the next 3 months until Jack's death I was used and abused by him, Kenny, and Maureen! I never had anal sex with him and oral sex just once. I would only let him fuck me or toss himself off on my thighs. Kenny was shagging me senseless until just two weeks before Jack died when he got locked up for a robbery. 

Now while I didn't like Jack fucking me he seemed genuinely happy with having me around. By the end of his life I was acting more like a live in nurse. He seemed quite appreciative of all that I was doing for him. So much so that I began to think maybe I had a chance of a little more than the 150,000. So I asked him outright what I would have to do to get all his money. If it was anal sex then no way, but a blowjob? Now I suppose you think I should have been happy with what I had coming. But several times he told me little things about not liking Maureen. He told me he would wind her up on purpose. I actually laughed when he told me he had walked naked into the lounge while she was having a dinner party.

Now Jack was quite a gross man. So to let him fuck me was bad enough, but could I manage a blowjob for the rest of his money? 

I knelt down in front of him. I was trembling like a leaf. 

"You know it would make old Jack happy if you swallowed," he said with a grin.

I looked up into his eyes. Then I saw the evil look that Maureen used to give me. He knew I didn't want to, but he just waited for awhile. Then he opened a folder. There it was in black and white. To my wife I leave the house and £360,000. I always looked away whenever he pulled his false teeth out. That was so bloody gross that a few times I actually puked. There they were down on the coffee table right next to me. It brought back the memory of our wedding night. He took these bloody pills that kept him hard. After nearly ½ an hour of being fucked I grabbed the glass of water by the side of the bed. Well the old bastard insisted I stayed in my wedding dress and I was hot and sweaty. I took a big gulp of water in the dark. Yeah I ended up with his teeth sticking out of my mouth!

So I thought of all the disgusting things I had done in the past. Just staring at his will had my head full of the money, and how pissed off Maureen would be!

"All I have to do is get it witnessed," he mumbled, with a horrible toothless sound.

I closed my eyes and slipped my mouth tentatively over his cock. I was trembling and feeling quite repulsed, but fucking hell all that money!

"I want to see it before you swallow," he mumbled.

I screwed my shut eyes even tighter. Fuck it girl think of the money, I told myself. I began bobbing up and down, and working my hand up and down his shaft. I just wanted to get this over with as quick as possible. But at the same time I had to make it worth the money I was going to get. 

"Oh that is good Diane you are such a good fucking wife," he groaned.

I could never get used to him calling me his wife. This was just a job to me. I cringed every time he called me wife or darling, which he did often knowing I hated it. Shit! There it was no bloody warning just his cock spewing spunk into my mouth. Before I knew it I had swallowed some. His hands were in my hair gripping me tightly.

"Go on you horny bitch, make old Jack happy!" he snarled.

I coughed out spunk from the side of my mouth. But he wouldn't let me up, he just held me down chuckling in delight!

Finally he let me go, and I closed my mouth remembering our deal. 

"Show me, show old Jack his spunk."

I opened my mouth and pushed spunk bubbles out onto my lips, as I looked up into his grinning face. 

He groaned with delight, "Now swallow it."

I did swallowing so hard it hurt my throat. My next plan was to run to the bathroom and make myself sick. He pulled my head back into his groin and for a few minutes he held me there against his sweaty balls!

When he finally let me up I didn't need to put my fingers down my throat. I rushed to the kitchen and puked into the sink. I rinsed my mouth out and gradually I calmed down. I smiled to myself wanting to run out on the street to get witnesses to sign Jack's new will, so that is what I did. 

Maureen came round a few days later and we went shopping. I wanted to tell her that I had beaten her. I wanted to rub her bloody stuck up nose in the dirt. But I would have to wait only 3 weeks.

I couldn't wait to see her face when it was read out. This would be my finest hour, my victory after the months of abuse I had to suffer, and it was worth every penny just to see her broken and mad. We sat in the solicitor's office three days after the funeral. 

"I think there must be some mistake," Maureen mumbled.

I hadn't looked at her yet. My eyes were closed savouring the thought of all that money coming to me! She couldn't stand it well fuck her! Finally I allowed myself to look her in the eye. All that money she had just lost and now it was mine all of it and the house. But why the hell was she smiling. I watched her hand over a large brown envelope.

"I think you'll find this is Jack Green's last will," she said with that evil grin.

"Yes it is dated later than this one and it has been witnessed too," the solicitor said.

I sat there in shock and disbelief as Jack's last will was read out. Maureen was left everything, the money even the fucking house! My tears started to flow and I was shaking. My heart had been ripped out flung on the fire!

"I'd like a few minutes alone with Diane."

Everyone left until it was just Maureen and I.

I watched her move to the video player and she pressed play. There she was on all fours with Jack behind her. She was smiling into the camera, as Jack fucked her from behind.

"You see Diane all you had to do was take it up the ass; he told me you had given him a blowjob to get all the money, so all I had to do was better your efforts. You should have been happy with what you were offered but you tried to be greedy, I would have let you have what was agreed."

"Please Maureen don't I deserve something?" I sobbed.

"You've got Sammy that is all you deserve," she bent her head close to me, "did you really think I'd let you get your hands on all of that money?"

She stopped the video and ejected it and put it in her bag. Then she looked down at me and waited until I looked up into her grinning face. 

"I'll contest the will you bitch," I snarled.

"Oh and what with, let's face it with all the evidence I've got on you shagging around, and with your own grandson too! I mean I've got friends in high places Diane, you surely haven't forgotten that?" 

"OH fuck you, you're not posh. You let him fuck your ass!"

She gave me that smug grin again, "yes I did, but do you think my friends would ever believe a little tart like you?"

I could feel tears rolling down my face.

"Just one other thing before you slide back under your rock. Yvonne has named you in her divorce. Some rather disgusting pictures have been brought to her attention," she said, with her face inches from mine.

I didn't have the energy to slap it. I felt so deflated and broken. I heard her expensive shoes head towards the door.

"Now I think you have finally been punished for walking out on my son, don't you, cunt?"

The end.