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Dave and Diane: Part Five
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Chapter Five- The Best Laid Plans
The following morning, Diane proudly stepped off of the elevator on her
office floor with Thomas in tow. Earlier that morning, she had locked a
heavy collar around his neck, attached a long, leash chain to the
collar after running it through a ring on a cock and ball harness she had
put on him. Before they left the house, she gave one last strong tug on
the leash. She saw that it painfully and effectively jerked his cock,
scrotum and neck, all at the same time.
"Excellent!" she had exclaimed, gleefully pulling on the leash and
observing how hard the man's cock was becoming. "I think my little
dog is going to like being led around all day."
Now, she strode boldly down the hall to her office, catching sideways
glances from cubicles and offices as they passed. Thomas, clad only in
jeans and covered by a long, black trench coat, followed close behind her.
She held the leash leading to the fly opening of his partially zipped jeans
discreetly in her hand. "If you don't stay close to me, I'm going to jerk
on this and pull your cock out. Then I'll take you around to every woman
in the office and introduce you," Diane warned through clenched teeth.
Diane knew it was a false threat since she still had to be discreet at
her office, but the impact of her words, was obvious. The bulge in the
front of Thomas' jeans grew larger with each step down the hall. When they
arrived at Diane's office, she quickly shut the door and forced the to strip off his jeans.
"Down onto all fours," she snapped, and was amused at how quickly the
naked obeyed.
"Damn," she thought to herself, laughing, "Why couldn't I have met this
obedient hunk fifteen years ago. I would have made a great dominatrix with
a little practice and the right guy."
She looked at his large, stiff cock, bound and chained and tethered to
the other end of her leash, and sighed to herself. "Oh, well, better late
than never."
"Since you are going to be my for the day, this will be your house when people are in my office," she told him, pointing to the large
opening under her huge, wooden desk.
under her massive desk, Diane knew that Thomas would be
undetectable to anyone sitting across from her. She smiled at the thought
of conducting meetings all day with this gorgeous, naked male sitting
between her legs. Thomas quietly crawled up under the desk as Diane opened
her office door to begin her day.
The day passed uneventfully until Diane's afternoon meetings. During
the first meeting after lunch, she decided to take advantage of her slave
and enjoy his presence under her desk. Just before the meeting, she had
slipped off her panties. As now she discussed plans with two of her
colleagues, Diane shifted herself forward to the edge of her large leather
chair and spread her legs apart. Unnoticed by the others, she began to
pull on Thomas' leash and soon had his mouth was clamped onto her wet
vagina.
"Ohh!" she let out with a gasp, as he slid his tongue into her. She
spoke quickly to recover in front of the others.
"Oh, that's a good idea, Jane," she said to one of the people across the
desk, and then began to smile and nod as Thomas serviced her under the
desk.
It was at her second meeting in the afternoon, that Diane totally lost
her self-control. The trouble came in a meeting with one of her
assistants, Brenda, an attractive brunette, who had been with Diane for
many years. As Thomas again ate her under the desk, Diane failed to
stop him as he locked is mouth around her swollen clit and pushed her to
another orgasm.
Right in the middle of her discussion with Brenda, Diane threw her head
back and let out a loud moan.
"Aaaaahhhh," she gasped and grabbed the arms of her chair.
"Diane," Brenda demanded, jumping up, "What the hell is going on over
there?"
Brenda rushed around Diane's desk just in time to see Thomas' head
emerging from under Diane's skirt. His face and mouth were dripping with
Diane's juices as he hunched down and tried to hide. As Diane stood up,
Brenda pulled aside the chair and peered under to see Thomas, crouched
naked and sporting a huge erection.
"My God, Diane!" Brenda exclaimed. "Is he yours?"
"Listen, Brenda, I can explain," Diane stammered, and then realized what
Brenda had said. "Er, oh, well…. Uh.. Yes, I guess he is mine."
"Diane, we've worked together for a lot of years, we're almost the same
age, and we both have been friends since we started here together. But I
don't know what to do about this," Brenda said, now tugging on the leash
and pulling Thomas forward.
"Damn!" Brenda shouted, then walked over and quickly closed Diane's
office door.
"Look at the size of the cock on that boy," Brenda said, staring back
toward the naked figure on the floor.
"Sorry, Brenda," Diane said nervously. "I really can explain all of
this."
"Oh, I'm sure you can. So, let's just continue the meeting while you
explain," Brenda said, with a small smile forming on her lips.
Diane started to sit back down at her desk, when Brenda interrupted.
"No! No! Why don't you sit over there," Brenda chided, pointing to the
chair across from Diane's desk. "I'll just sit here and listen while you
explain this."
With that, Diane saw Brenda reach up under her dress and pull her
pantyhose and down around her ankles and sit in Diane's chair.
"Go ahead," Brenda said, "I'm listening."
Diane saw her friend reach under the desk, grab a handful of Thomas'
hair and pull his face snugly between her legs. Diane sat speechless as
she watched her colleague ride the man's face to the first of two
orgasms. Following her first climax, Brenda stood up and pulled Thomas out
from under the desk.
"Diane," she said, still panting hard from Thomas' attention to her
cunt. "I don't know what you and Dave are into, but I sure hope you invite
me over sometime. I've been divorced for eight years and if this is a
sample of what you've got going, count me in. But for the time being,
that's the nicest cock I've ever seen in my life. Does the know what
to do with it?" Brenda said, reaching out and grabbing onto Thomas' rigid
member. "God, it's huge!"
"Oh, that he does," Diane said with a smile.
"Well, do you think you could spare him for a few more minutes?" Brenda
asked.
Trying to recover from her momentary setback of losing the illusion as
the intimidating dominatrix, Diane reached across the desk and grabbed the
leash fastened directly to Thomas' cock indirectly to his neck. She gave a
swift, hard pull, dragging the stunned Thomas flat across the desk, his ass
arched up in the air. Picking up a heavy aluminum ruler from the desktop,
Diane swatted the naked man's ass three times, earning a pained grunt with
each blow.
"Listen closely," Diane said to the prostate man, whispering softly in
his ear. "I want you to fuck her like your life depends on it. Anything
short of spectacular will earn you a severe beating when we get home. Do
you understand?"
Diane was improvising quickly now, since she could never have
anticipated any of this, especially with someone at work. She walked back
around the desk and jerked Thomas into an upright position, his massive
cock protruding straight out from his athletic body. She continued on and
moved behind Brenda, lifted up her dress and pushed her forward, bending
her over the desk. Grabbing Thomas' throbbing cock like a handle, Diane
pulled him behind Brenda's spread ass cheeks and in one swift motion guided
his cock into her parted opening, pushing hard on his wide cock and
splitting Brenda's vaginal lips.
"Ohhhhhhhh! It's so big. So big!" Brenda shrieked, and Diane was sure
that building security was going to come bursting through the door any
second because of the yelling.
For the next hour and a half, Diane watched as Thomas fucked the woman
into an endorphin haze. Whatever the had saved up from last night was
drained into the Brenda's eager womb in a series of three huge climaxes.
He pumped wildly again and again as the attractive flailed and
struggled, then she relaxed and absorbed the violent thrusts of the huge
prick, then she would begin thrashing again. Diane was sure she had never
witnessed anything like it before and only regretted that Dave was not here
to enjoy it with her. In any other circumstance she would have gladly
joined in, but she knew she and Thomas still had a night's work ahead of
him with Lisa's training.
When it was over, Brenda lay in an exhausted heap on Diane's desk.
Brenda could only look up at Diane and smile. Diane reached out and patted
her friend's naked ass and said, "Honey, we definitely have to get you over
to the house."
"If he's gonna be there," her friend replied in a hoarse voice, "I'll
come anytime."
That evening, when she arrived back the house with Thomas, Diane relayed
the entire details of the day at the office to Dave. He smiled and shook
his head.
"Your office will never be the same. But I'm glad to hear that Brenda's
going to join us sometime. I always thought she'd be a pretty hot fuck."
"Oh, you did, did you? Speaking of hot fucks," Diane said. "How did
you and Lisa do today?"
"Well, she'll be here any minute now. And I think you'll be pleased.
But you two need to get ready," he said, referring Thomas who was waiting
downstairs.
"We got this for him," Dave said holding up a stiff, black leather
harness and wrist cuffs.
"Oh, I love it!" Diane cheered. "Let's go put him in it."
Within minutes, Diane had strapped Thomas into the leather
harness. His wrists were cuffed and hooked to rings attached to the cinched
waist strap on the harness. A center strap ran up the middle of the front
and back, where large steel o-rings joined several other straps wrapping
around the sides. A stiff neck collar connected the top of the harness and
large steel d-rings were strategically placed on the collar, waist and
sides.
Diane stepped back to admire Thomas after he was firmly bound in the
harness. His wrists were now securely attached to his waist and he was
totally naked except the harness, his large flaccid cock dangling between
his legs.
"Slave, I want that cock hard by the time I come back down," Diane
ordered, grasping Thomas' limp penis and giving it a squeeze.
"He's beautiful," Diane whispered in Dave's ear. "That's so hot!"
"It gets even better," Dave said mysteriously.
"What?" Diane questioned.
"Well, let's go upstairs and I'll show you. You need to get changed"
Dave replied.
In the bedroom, Diane stripped and was preparing to put on a new black
vinyl body suit that she bought just for tonight, when Dave stopped her.
"Honey, that won't be necessary. In fact, I want you to put this on,"
he said, holding up a black leather harness and cuffs identical to the one
Thomas was wearing.
"What are you talking about?" she said, now confused at her husband's
request.
"Trust me on this one," Dave said reassuring her, as he slipped her
second arm through the harness and firmly cinching the waist buckle,
causing her to inhale quickly as he pulled it painfully tight. "Do you
really want to solve the computing problem at the office?" Dave asked.
She nodded quietly as he pushed her large through the leather
straps wrapping around her sides and fastened the collar buckles in the
back. Her generous now lewdly jutted out between the tight straps.
The large chrome o-ring, centered just below her breasts, was cold against
her flesh and sent a chill through her, causing her large nipples to harden
and stand out.
"And you really do want to help Lisa and Mark, right?" Dave added, now
snapping the hooks on her wrist cuffs into the rings on the waist strap.
"Yes, but I thought…" Diane started to ask, but was cut off by Dave.
"Good. Then sit down on the bed," Dave said.
Diane sat down on the edge of the bed and watched in bewilderment as
Dave took out a pair of black patent shoes with ridiculously high heels.
"Honey, I can't wear those. Those are 7-inch heels. I won't even be
able to walk," she said, but watched helplessly as Dave slipped the shoes
on her feet and fastened them, securing the wide ankle straps with tiny,
silver locks.
"And I've got the only key," he said smiling and slipped the key into
his pocket.
"You bastard. What are you up to?" she said with a slight smile, but a
clear note of concern in her voice.
"Okay, let's go," he said pulling her up. Diane could feel both her
color and her anger rising as she glared at her husband, who was now in
front of her admiring his handiwork.
"That's perfect," he said. "And your clit ring even matches the rings
on the harness. Excellent!"
"Dammit, what are you doing!" she yelled.
"Trust me," he said to her, and stepped over to kiss her on the lips.
Then he took both of her hard nipples between his fingers and rolled them
roughly between his fingers.
"I see you like your new outfit as much as I do," he teased, playing
with her protruding nipples.
"I swear, when I get out of this, you're gonna pay," she growled.
"I'm sure I will. But for now, enjoy it and trust me that this is going
to fix everything," Dave said.
"It better work!" Diane fumed to herself, as she was now being pushed
down the hall, down the stairs, and ultimately coming to rest next to
Thomas. They were both forced down on their knees where Dave issued some
instructions.
"Tonight, you will be silent unless allowed to speak. If you cannot
obey, then you will be gagged and suffer the consequences. Nod if you
understand," Dave said, now very much in control.
Diane nodded, startled by the implied threat. She had never seen this
side of Dave in their twenty-five years of marriage. And she wasn't sure
she liked it at all. And now, the sound of Lisa's car drive up in front of
the house did very little to calm Diane's nerves.
The front door flew open and Diane gasped aloud at the sight standing in
the doorway. Where Lisa's limp hair had always been before was a
tight, black leather hood on her head. A in the back of the hood
allowed her hair, now woven into a long ponytail, to hang out and
whip behind her as she looked quickly around and stepped into the room.
Her long legs were encased in tight black boots that went from pointed toes
and slender tall heels all the way up as far as Diane could see. Glimpses
of the boots flashed from the front slit in the long black leather dress
the slim was wearing. A long zipper ran the full length up the
front of the fitted dress. The zipper was pulled down just below Lisa's
breasts, exposing large pressed mounds of cleavage. Diane could see the
young woman's luscious were pushed up and that just a slight tug on
the zipper would send them spilling out. In her mind's eye, she could see
herself leaning forward and pulling down the zipper, allowing the girl's
beautiful to envelope and smother her face. Suddenly movement pulled
Diane back to the present and aware of her predicament.
As Lisa walked over and stood directly in front of her, Diane noticed
dangling leather tentacles extending from her hand. Lisa was carrying a
whip of some sort and Diane jerked slightly back as Lisa pressed the nine
long leather strands to Diane lips. Without being asked, Diane
instinctively kissed strips of the leather flail.
"Good," Lisa said, her voice cold. "Stand up."
As ordered, Diane stood and Lisa stepped to within inches of her. The
girl was beautiful, Diane thought to herself, noticing the sharp, dark edge
of her lip-liner, the dark wild eyes, the pale, white skin, all framed by
the leather hood.
"You were wrong, you know," Lisa said, touching one of Diane's nipples
with the whip strands. "I enjoyed the sex with you, but there's a lot more
to this than enjoyment. I found that out today, with Dave. You see, it's
not about pleasure and not even about sex. It's all about power. To
dominate, you have to enjoy the power more than the pleasure of the sex.
But you don't. You're too easily sidetracked by the pleasure. Oh, Dave
showed me all of the pictures of you - you fucking twenty-some guys,
drinking cum, even sticking a champagne bottle up that hot little of
yours. How could a slut like you ever think you could dominate me?"
"Oh, no, not that!" Diane thought to herself, her mind beginning to spin
out scenarios of doom. "Dave wouldn't have shown her those pictures. He
couldn't have!" She could only imagine Lisa telling the events to her
husband, and then everyone at the office would know about it.
Lisa reached out and pressed a finger between Diane's legs, slipping a
finger into to her damp slit.
"You see, you're already wet just standing here. Oh, yes, and I even
saw pictures of you fucking a and loving every minute of it. No, dear,
you don't really enjoy the power. You just like the sex," Lisa said,
pressing her fingers deeper into Diane's wet slit.
"But I think I understand the pleasure of power now. Because tonight,
you're going to do everything I want. And cock there is going to
help," Lisa said, pointing to Thomas.
"First, you're going to walk outside and down to the street," Lisa
demanded. "In case any of your neighbors saw me last night, I want them to
know who the real slut slave is around here."
Diane opened her mouth in protest only to be silenced by the sting of
the leather biting into her naked ass. She hesitated a moment, then the
air whistled and another pain flashed through her body as the whip landed
again.
"Move! Or I'll peel every inch of flesh off of that lovely round ass of
yours!" Lisa warned.
Diane quickly glanced over to Dave for help, confused why he didn't jump
in a stop this. Too late. The whip flew again and her backside was now on
fire. She saw Lisa's arm move back again, and before it could land another
blow, Diane was up and headed out her front door and walking down the
sidewalk. She tottered precariously on the impossibly high heels moving
slowly down the walkway, hoping that the dusk of evening would be enough to
obscure the view of any of their neighbors happening a glance out of a
window.
This wasn't at all how she had planned tonight to go, Diane thought.
She was supposed to lead, she was supposed to be in control. She was
supposed to humiliate the girl! Now, instead, she was walking around her
neighborhood, naked, and ashamed, feeling betrayed by her husband, and her
ass was aching from a whipping. She almost broke into tears as she
returned through the front door and back into the living room.
"There. That was fun, wasn't it?" Lisa taunted. "You enjoyed parading
around naked for the neighbors, didn't you, slut? You like showing your
hot body off don't you?" "Answer me!" Lisa yelled.
"Yes," Diane replied quietly.
"Yes, what?" Lisa pressed.
"Yes, I like showing my hot body off," Diane confessed.
"Good. You get a little reward for following orders. Both of you come
with me," Lisa directed.
She led Diane and Thomas down the hall and into the bathroom, where
Diane winced at the sight greeting her. There, hanging from a line, were
two huge enema bags, filled and swollen with liquid.
"You're going to love this. It's Dave special mixture," Lisa said
smiling at Diane. "The same one you had the night of your big anniversary
party. A little wine, a little coffee, and a little something from Dave's
special medicine bag."
"What the hell is she talking about?" Diane wondered. She knew about
the wine and coffee enema Dave had given her, but what something special?
She just thought she'd had too much to drink that night and could remember
only bits and pieces the next morning. Had Dave put something else in the
enema mixture he gave her?
With their hands firmly locked to their waists, Lisa and Dave pushed her
and Thomas forward and onto the cold floor. Instantly, Diane could feel a
slippery finger enter her tender rectum. It withdrew and she felt the
enema nozzle slip into her tight muscle ring. Soon she could feel the warm
solution rushing in, filling her bowels. She felt the muscles of her
abdomen quickly distending and stretching. As the fluid continued to flow
into her bottom, Lisa stood over her and Thomas and snapped orders.
"Good. You'll take every drop and hold it until I tell you to empty it.
Oh, and while you were exposing yourself to the neighbors, Dave told me
what you two were up to all day at the office. I'm so glad that you two
had a good time today. You like having your face buried in a woman's cunt,
don't you?" Lisa asked Thomas, nudging him with the point of her boot.
"Yes, Mistress," he meekly replied.
"Well, Pussy-Face, we'll work on some of your other talents tonight,"
she said. "And you," Lisa said, kicking Diane, "From what I saw in the
photos today, you really enjoy getting it in the ass, don't you? And you
most certainly enjoyed sticking your fist up my ass the other night, didn't
you?"
Diane paused just a moment too long with her reply. Being on her knees
with her ass in the air and an enema hose stuck inside her, left her much
too vulnerable. The whip whistled through the air and Diane winced and
squirmed under the blow. She struggled hard not to dislodge the hose from
her rectum.
"Yes, Mistress, I enjoy getting it in the ass" she said.
"Good, Ass-Slut," Diane said. "Then, you and Pussy-Face here will have
as good time."
After all of the fluid in the enema bag had drained into her, Diane and
Thomas were kept kneeling painfully down on the floor, endlessly holding in
the warm liquid. When she was sure that she couldn't hold it anymore,
Diane felt a wave of relief when she heard Lisa say, "All right, Ass-Slut,
you first," and Diane scrambled over and emptied her aching bowels. Back
down on the floor, she watched as Thomas did the same.
"Well done," Lisa said, standing between them as they returned to their
kneeling positions on the bathroom floor. Diane could feel the slight
tickle of the whip's lashes on her bare ass as Lisa waved it above her,
lightly touching her tender flesh.
"Since you both enjoyed that so much, let's do it again," Diane heard
Lisa say, as Dave re-entered the bathroom with two more swollen enema bags.
And again, she and Thomas had hoses reinserted into their rectums and had
the entire contents of the bags emptied into them. Again, she and Thomas
stayed on the floor in agony and awaited permission to empty themselves.
"Stand up, Ass- Slut!" Lisa ordered, lightly kicking Diane with her
boot.
Diane struggled and finally managed to stagger to her feet, now feeling
quite drunk. Trying to balance herself on the ridiculously high heels,
Diane fell against the wall, before regaining her balance. As Diane stood
upright, Lisa walked over to her and gently stroked Diane's grotesquely
distended belly. The tight waistband of the harness created a huge bulge
below her navel.
"Why, Dave, it looks like Ass-Slut is pregnant," Lisa said laughingly to
Dave. "And at your age, Ass-Slut. Now, come over her!" Lisa reached out
and roughly grabbed the pierced ring in Diane's clit hood. She began to
jerk, pulling Diane over in front of the kneeling Thomas. Diane winced as
the pain jolted through her tender sex as Lisa tugged and pulled on her
tender clit until she stood only inches of Thomas' face. Lisa then took
out a short length of chain and clipped one end of it onto Diane's clit
ring. She then fastened the other end to the ring on Thomas' collar, so
the man's face was now lashed securely just six inches away from
Diane's vagina.
"Now, Pussy-Face, don't tear Ass-Slut's clit or I'm going to be pissed.
Ass-Slut! You, go empty yourself!" Lisa snapped, bring the whip down hard
on Diane's ass and forcing her swollen abdomen to bump against Thomas'
nearby face. Confused, Diane was about to ask how she could do that still
chained to Thomas like she was, but another quick blow of the whip on her
sore ass had her tottering with small, mincing steps over to the toilet,
Thomas crawling on his knees to follow.
Diane was with embarrassment and sheer humiliation, her body flushed
and sweating but now much relieved, as she sat on the and emptied
her swollen, aching bowels. Thomas' face rested on the seat between
her spread legs until she finished and then the two of them gingerly
switched positions, with Diane now standing above the seated Thomas, her
legs wide apart, straddling the and him on it. With her head
spinning, Diane tipped wildly from side to side, almost losing her balance
and falling several times. She rocked forward to stabilize herself,
pressing her crotch into Thomas' face to steady herself. Soon she felt the
young's tongue flicking out and dipping between her hot sex lips.
"Oh, God, this can't be happening. He's eating me on the toilet. It's
too much. I can't do this!" she groaned to herself, but in another minute
she could feel her body responding to his mouth. She began pressing hard
and grinding her against his mouth and face. Her head spun dizzily as
she could feel Thomas' tongue working the chain connecting them from side
to side and pushing it out of the way, while she began bucking and grinding
her hips onto his mouth.
"Well, look at that," she heard Lisa say, a vague, distant voice
somewhere far off. Diane's body began to shake and shudder, as she felt
herself about to explode. "PussyFace is going to make Ass-Slut come right
here."
Diane drove her body again the man's mouth, thrusting her hips up
and down as he lapped away at her moist spread. She couldn't stand it any
longer.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, as her body quivered and shook, his hot
mouth clamped to her cunt. "YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" she wailed, grinding her
shaved mound hard against his face.
"She really is quite a slut, isn't she," Diane heard Lisa say, as she
tried to regain her balance and stand up after finally collapsing from her
orgasm and sagging onto the still seated Thomas.
"Oh, she is that," Diane heard Dave reply.
"Okay, you two, clean each other up and get back into the living room,"
Lisa said unhooking the small section of chain secured to Diane's clit.
Diane and Thomas managed to clean each other off despite having their
hands fastened to the harness waistbands. In her mind, Diane flashed back
to images of herself cleaning her soiled infants children while changing
dirty diapers. Only this infant had a giant, erect penis. She struggled
to clear her head, but again tipped and fell against a nearby wall.
Diane could see that Thomas was feeling the intoxicating effect of the
enema liquid as much as she was. They both staggered down the hall and
back into the room where Lisa and Dave awaited. "Only he doesn't have
these damn seven inch heels on," she thought to herself, her thoughts as
slurred as if they had been words out of her mouth.
Back in the room, Lisa pushed Thomas to his knees and now had him on all
fours, inspecting his ass.
"Did you do a good job of cleaning him, Ass-Slut?" Lisa asked Diane. "I
certainly hope so, for your sake," she said, now grabbing a fist full of
Diane's and pushed her down onto the floor. Before she knew what
was happing, Diane found her face wedged between Thomas' muscular ass
cheeks, her nose pressing against his tight brown anus ring.
"Pussy-Face ate you out, now it's only fair that you return the favor,
Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered. " Now! And don't tell me you've never rimmed a
man before, Ass-Slut, because I saw pictures of you with your tongue up
some black guy's ass at that party."
"Oh, no," Diane thought, as she remembered back to her gang bang party
and the images of her lewdly sticking her tongue in several of the
participant's assholes. Dave's photos had been very graphic in her
exploits that night. Out of the corner of her eye, Diane caught the blur
of Lisa's arm preparing the whip to strike her upturned bottom, and quickly
plunged her tongue into Thomas' sphincter. Soon, she was pushing her
tongue deep into his puckered opening and heard his moans. His hips pumped
the air, fucking and thrusting his rigid member into some invisible
opening. Diane could see that having her tongue in his asshole was giving
Thomas a fabulous erection. Oh, God, how she wanted to touch it, to grab
it and stuff it into her dripping cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she
could see bright lights snapping on around her and she could hear the
electronic click of a shutter. Stunned, Diane paused, realizing
that Dave was photographing her eating Thomas' ass and her
humiliation.
"Do you like that, Ass-Slut? I asked Dave to take so you'd
remember tonight. Now get to it!" Lisa shouted.
Diane plunged her tongue back into Thomas' asshole. The more the bucked and pumped his hips, the deeper Diane dove into his rectum. She
could taste the bitter tang of the wine and coffee liquid and the dark
sweetness of his puckered opening, as she lapped at the elastic ring.
"Enough!" she heard Lisa shout. In another second, Lisa had grabbed her
by the collar on the harness and spun her around so she was now ass to ass
with Thomas on all fours. Lisa took a slightly longer piece of chain and
again hooked one end to Diane's silver clit ring. Then Lisa took a
sharp-toothed clamp on the other end of the chain, grabbed a fold of
the skin on Thomas' balls and clamped the chain to his tender flesh.
Diane could hear the painful groan from the as the metal teeth
bit into his scrotum. Then Diane felt slippery fingers sliding in and out
of her exposed asshole, smearing it with a coating of slippery lubricant.
She could tell the same was happening to Thomas. All the while she could
see and hear Dave moving around her, her humiliation with a
camera.
"All right, Ass-Slut and Face, I want you to look at me," Lisa
order.
Diane looked and saw that Lisa was holding a long, two-headed plastic
dildo, two perhaps three feet long.
"The chain is just long enough that the two of you will stay close
together and keep this in. And until it totally disappears from sight, you
will be whipped," Lisa declared.
Then Diane felt the cold plastic head of the toy press against her
tight, anal opening. She felt a sudden push and the head of the dildo
popped into her yielding rectum and buried itself several inches inside her
bowels. She could tell that the same had just happened to Thomas. They
were now both impaled anally on the same dildo and going to be forced to
take all of the outrageous length of the toy inside them. Or suffer the
consequences.
Slowly, Diane gave a slight push and could feel another inch of the
object slide into her ass as she tried to relax her anal muscles. She
hoped that this would satisfy Lisa and spare her from the whip. But it was
not to be. Diane heard the whistle and felt the sting on her ass. Then
she felt the sting again, as the thin straps bit into her ass cheeks.
"I'm going to really enjoy this. I'll stop as soon as it disappears,
and not before," the said, her long ponytail whipping around as fast
as the flail in her hand. Diane heard the whish of the whip, but didn't
feel it land, as the blow struck Thomas on the ass. Again, she heard the
whistle in the air, could feel him lurch under the whip. Then another
blow, this time back on her ass. The blows became a steady stream,
alternating between the two of them. Desperate, Diane pushed harder, now
rocking back and forth as the long plastic tube sank deeper and deeper into
her stretching elastic ring. Her bowels ached to adjust to the giant
plastic probe. But the beating didn't cease. The blows continued to cover
her ass. Diane couldn't conceive that there could possibly be any of the
dildo still visible. She felts as if she had all two and a half feet of
the toy stuffed in her ass alone. She now lurched and rocked with a
desperation, sure that she would be unable to bear much more of the
beating. She could feel the stiff rod plunging deep into her rectum, sawing
in and out as the two of them pounded away against each other, trying to
hide all signs of the toy from Lisa's view.
Diane was shaking wildly now. She could feel her large, pendulous
breasts sagging and heaving under her as she madly drove to and fro, with
each push taking more of the plastic rod into her ass. Finally, as the
blows continued to rain down on her welted bottom, she felt Thomas' ass
cheeks bump hers. At last, they were close! She pulled forward and drove
backward again, once more feeling the heat from his whipped flesh against
her burning bottom. Again the pole sank deeper into her aching insides and
with one last desperate lurch, she pressed back with all her might pushing
her ass cheeks firmly against Thomas'. They ground their backside together
and Diane could swear that she could feel the puckered ring of his anus
rubbing against her stretched asshole. And finally the blows stopped.
The room spun and swirled around Diane's head. She could her Lisa's
panting, Thomas moaning, her own raspy breathing and the whir of the as she and Thomas ground their bottoms together, now hungrily devouring the
plastic cock that connected them. Then they stopped. Diane was exhausted
as she collapsed down on her haunches. She felt Lisa's sweating hand reach
between her legs and unfasten the chain. Ever so slowly, Diane began to
pull her body forward. She felt the now hot plastic pole begin to move
from deep within her, begin to slide out of her ass as she moved forward.
She couldn't believe how much of the giant tool was buried in her bottom as
she continued to crawl forward. Finally, she heard the pop, and felt the
dildo slip and eject from her stretched, abused ass.
"That was exciting. Well, now that you two have had your fun, it's my
turn," Lisa said ominously.
"Oh, no, " Diane thought, hearing the blonde's words ringing in her
ears, now feeling like she was trapped in some sadistic hallucination.
"What can she possibly do to us now?" Diane wondered, in a vain attempt to
snap her mind into focus.
"Did you like our little toy?" Lisa asked. "Dave and I bought it today
while shopping. Ass-Slut, do you like my dress? We got it today, too.
And if I'm going to have fun with you and Pussy-Face, I'll need to come out
of my dress. Unzip me, Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered, walking over to Diane and
pulling her upright by the hair.
"Unzip me!" Lisa ordered.
Diane opened her mouth and took the zipper pull in her teeth and began
tugging the zipper down. It was like some bizarre dream, her earlier
thought now becoming real. This had to be some nightmare that she was in,
because she certainly couldn't have lost control of the evening so quickly
and so easily, she thought to herself. And Dave was allowing all of this
to happen, her humiliation, her beating. Her head clouded and ached,
trying to make sense of it all. She continued to tug on the zipper of
Lisa's dress. The smell of new leather filled her nostrils as she reached
the end and the dress flew open. Diane looked up at the beauty standing
over her and instantly felt the tingle between her legs. The look on
Diane's face did not go unnoticed by Lisa.
"Well, Ass-Slut, I can tell you like what you see. But now that you're
just a slave, we can't play the same way that we used to, can we? Maybe
I'll fist fuck you in the ass, first, just like you did to me. Would you
like that?" Lisa asked staring down and the kneeling Diane. "Would you!"
"Yes," Diane meekly replied.
"Yes, what, Ass-Slut?" Lisa said.
"Yes, I'd like you to fist fuck me in the ass," Diane answered.
"Beg me!" Lisa snapped.
"Please fist fuck me in the ass," Diane pleaded.
"Yes, I'm sure you would love that, Ass-Slut. But you should know that
a slave never gets what it wants. It's what I want that matters," Lisa
said, and turned and walked away.
Diane was stunned and confused by the transformation of the beauty
that stood before her. The was now teasing and tormenting her, and
Diane was willing and eager to humiliate herself. Lisa was truly reveling
in her power and control over Diane, and Diane knew it.
Diane looked back up to see the sneer on Lisa's face as she crouched
down on the floor. Only now did Diane take in all of Lisa's appearance.
Lisa wore a black leather half bra with silver studs on the small half
cups. Diane could see Lisa's beautiful 34C pushed upward and her
pink nipples jutting out, making Diane ache to be able to suck on them.
Lisa's generous only seemed that much larger in contrast to her
tiny waist and narrow hips.
Lisa moved again and walked toward a corner of the room. She was
wearing some kind of leather-studded thong, except the straps in the back
ran over her taut ass cheeks instead of up the middle. Diane watched her
ass move as Lisa walked away, with the tall black leather boots stopping
just under her ass cheeks. Lisa bent over to pick something up and gave
Diane a clear view of her asshole, a view Diane knew was intentional. Lisa
spun dramatically around holding a huge plastic dong mounted on a flat
base.
"Here's something else Dave and I bought today, just for you, Ass-Slut,"
Lisa said smiling.
Diane gasped. She had certainly seen something like the dildo before,
but the huge toy was only meant to be a novelty and not for actual use. It
was made of pink rubber, perhaps twenty inches long and five inches wide.
Diane knew it was only a joke, a gag gift, and no one could really use it.
"That's for you Ass-Slut," Lisa said. "But we didn't forget you,
Pussy-Face, during our shopping spree. This is for you," she said to
Thomas, taking up another dildo, this one only about 10 inches long.
"I thought it looked just like you," Lisa said, flashing a menacing
smile, and snapping the smaller of the two plastic dicks onto fasteners on
the front of her leather thong.
Diane was stunned when Lisa walked back over to her and set the massive
plastic penis directly on the floor in front of her.
"We want to see you fuck this, Ass-Slut," Lisa said softly, standing in
front of Diane, the artificial strap-on phallus now dangling just in front
of Diane's face.
Diane shook her head as if trying to shoo away a swarm of pesky flies.
"I…. I can't," Diane stammered. "It's too big."
"Nonsense," said Lisa, almost tenderly as if trying to seduce her. She
gently pulled Diane up to her feet. As she spoke, Lisa slipped her hand
between Diane's legs and began rubbing her swollen lips and protruding
clit. Diane was burning for her touch and groaned when the woman
began massaging her wet sex lips.
"I saw Dave fist your hot the other night. And it's certainly not
any wider that that champagne bottle you fucked. You do want to please me
don't you? And I'm sure your hot little is just aching to be
fucked," Lisa whispered, picking up the speed of her hand working into
Diane's dripping opening. "See, even now you're so hot. And so wet. Fuck
yourself with this and then I'll give you an extra special treat."
"I ….I don't know," Diane replied, her mind reeling. Diane was being
seduced and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself. Lisa's hand was
now rapidly rubbing her sensitive clit and she could feel her body
responding to the woman's touch.
"I'm not sure. Dave…?" she panted, now pushing her hips against Lisa's
hand.
"Dave wants you to. He wants to see you take all of that," Lisa said.
And suddenly Dave was at her side, cupping one of her in his
hand and whispering into her ear.
"You want to be a good slave don't you? You want to please Lisa don't
you? And how can we ever go to Tennessee to the ranch if you can't
do this? You want that, don't you?" Dave whispered.
"Come," Lisa said softly and guided Diane down to the floor on onto all
fours. Lisa smeared the massive toy with some slippery goo, and playfully
licked her full lips as she stroked the coated dong and looked invitingly
at Diane.
Diane was speechless now. The only thing she could think about was the
touch of Lisa's hand on her cunt, the urge she felt stirring deep inside
her. Of course she wanted to please Lisa, and to please Dave. She rocked
forward and tilted her ass upward providing Lisa both with a signal of
acquiescence and ease of entry into her tunnel. She felt Lisa's hand
spread her swollen lips wide apart and felt the cold smooth plastic press
against her hot opening. Diane became aware of the growing pressure
between her legs. She felt the head of the massive dong pushing her apart
and her tender flesh resisting. Then it happened. The huge head popped
inside her. The jolt cleared her head for a second and she could feel the
tender lining of her clamping down, resisting the huge intruder.
Diane was sure that she would not be able to do this.
Lisa had moved around in front of her now and leaned forward, kissing
her tenderly on the lips. Then, as the kiss broke, Lisa placed both of her
hands on Diane's shoulders and quickly drove her backwards, forcing the
entire length of the gigantic plastic dick up into her searing passage.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Diane shrieked, as the massive phallus plowed into
her and her apart. The room was dark and her head spun from
the pain ripping through her. Diane felt like she was going to tear wide
open from the size of the gigantic fake cock. The soft lining of her
vagina erupted, spasming and twitching, as it clamped tightly against the
unyielding dildo inside her.
"Oh, Ass-Slut, come on, you know you love it," Lisa said, now standing
above Diane, a hard smile on her face. "Penetration! Now that's real
power, and I love it. You'll do whatever I want. It just depends on how I
get you to do it. You're such a submissive, Ass-Slut. Now get to work
while I work on the other part of your surprise."
Lisa walked over behind Thomas who was still on all fours, and dropped
to her knees behind him. Diane could see the smiling staring
directly at her as she smeared lubricant between Thomas' ass cheeks. She
aimed the strap-on penis between his checks and thrust forward. Diane saw
Thomas' handsome face contort with pain as his throat muscles clenched and
a groan strained out. Then his pained expression dissolved and Diane could
see that he had slipped into a sea of pleasure. Diane watched as Lisa
began to pump away, driving the fake dick deep into Thomas' asshole.
"You better get to work over there, Ass-Slut," Lisa ordered. "I want
you ready when we get there.
Diane was confused by the meaning of the order, but began to slowly pump
up and down on the gigantic dildo as her ravaged began to accommodate
to the size of the plastic monster inside her. She looked over at Lisa and
began to watch the erotic scene across from her unfold, as Thomas was
obviously swept away by his impalement. As she looked on, Diane became
more aroused by the vision of Lisa on Thomas' back. The more she looked
on, the more excited she became. Lisa was now ass fucking Thomas with the
strap-on and the gorgeous was going wild. Diane could see that
Thomas' cock was now a rigid piece of steel between his legs, bouncing and
waving as his hips gyrated under Lisa's pounding.
Diane was enrapt by the sight as she now began to rhythmically bounce up
and down on the giant plastic pole stuffed inside here. Her had
stretched out and was now eagerly consuming the artificial monster. Diane
felt the tightness of huge member inside her cunt. She began to bear down
as she pumped increasing the friction of the slippery dildo against her
clit. She could hear herself groaning, she could hear Thomas grunting and
she could see Dave catching all of the bizarre scene with the camera. Just
as she was beginning to increase the speed of her thrusts she saw Lisa pull
quickly out of Thomas' asshole, grab him roughly by the collar and pull him
upright on his knees.
His rigid cock jutted out in to the air, waved madly about and finally
pointed directly at Diane. Then, as if in a daze, she watched as Lisa
walked the man, still on his knees, around behind her. Diane felt
Lisa's hands on her waist and in a moment realized that her cuffed wrists
had been released. Then she felt Thomas' hand and realized that his hands
were now hooked to the rings on her harness. His strong hands instantly
grabbed the large mounds of her as his fingers dug into her hard
flesh. Then the earth shook. She felt a huge crash as all of his weight
came down on her back. Her hands quickly went forward as she braced
herself on all fours, the huge plastic penis crammed inside her and
Thomas now lying on top of her.
"Oh, no!!" thought Diane, but it was too late. She felt Thomas' stiff
cock plunge into her still dilated and stretched asshole. Her sphincter
burned from the sudden invasion and she desperately clenched her rectum
muscles, trying to slow down his deep thrust. But it did no good. Thomas'
massive cock slid into her still greased asshole and sunk all the way in
until she felt his balls slap against her stuffed cunt.
"Ummmmph," she grunted, as she could feel his weight fall forward. She
then heard the let out with another groan. It was then that
Diane realized that Lisa was now fucking Thomas in the ass while Thomas was
fucking her in the asshole. She felt his wide cock slipping back,
withdrawing from her reamed ass. Then another lurching explosion as Lisa
plowed into him and he drove deep into her bottom. The pressure of his
broad prick sliding into her ass, pressing hard against the plastic cock stuffed in her stretched was a pleasure beyond anything
she could ever imagine. Her holes were as filled as far as the limits of
her body would allow and she began to wish Dave would come and cram his
stiff cock into her mouth. But she could tell Dave was still busy
recording all of her lust and degradation on film.
And soon the three of them were pumping away is a mad frenzy. As the
two above her plowed forward in into her inviting ass, Diane pressed down
pushing every inch of the fake cock deep into her stretched
tunnel. She knew she was going to come and come hard. It would only be a
matter of time. And now that Lisa and Thomas had synchronized their
thrusts, Diane knew it would likely be soon.
"Do you like that, Ass-Slut?" she heard Lisa ask from above. "You think
Pussy-Face is fucking your hot asshole, but he's not. I am. He's just an
extension of me, of my cock, splitting your eager little ass cheeks."
Diane knew instantly she was right. Lisa was fucking her asshole. Lisa
was penetrating her with every stroke, every thrust. Then, just as she
could feel the stirrings of a massive orgasm beginning to gather deep in
enflamed cunt, it stopped. Lisa had stopped, Thomas had stopped, his cock
frozen still in her rectum.
"Okay, I'm ready," Diane heard Lisa say.
Out of the corner of her eye, Diane save Dave move near them, then
disappear behind the three-backed beast they had created. She saw Dave's
pants fall into a heap next to them. Then, there was silence, broken by
"Ahhhhhhh, yes." Was that Lisa, she thought? Yes, yes that was Lisa's
pleasurable moan she heard.
The cock in her ass stirred. Then she felt the motion begin again.
Thomas slowly eased into her ass, deep into her willing back hole. Then,
another stroke, another plunge into pleasure. And another - each one
harder, each one deeper than the previous one. It was then that she heard
the familiar groan she had come to know like the beat of her own heart. It
was Dave! Yes, Dave was fucking Lisa. Then she heard Lisa, in a
passionate plea.
"Yes! Do it! Fuck my ass! Oh, yes, please, I want you to in my
ass!" Lisa moaned.
The foursome began to move as one, picking up speed, the power of the
thrusts awesome as Diane felt like all three of them, Thomas, Lisa and
Dave, were all fucking her in the ass at the same time. Each one
separately and all three of them collectively were driving deep into her
steaming bowels. And in some surreal vision of herself, she could see the
three of them crammed into her bottom at the same time, driving her to new
heights of lust and ecstasy.
She began pumping like a madwoman, grinding her spread sex lips hard
against the massive plastic cock and bucking to receive the anal pleasure
that all three of them would deliver to her, if only in her mind.
"Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! All of you! YES! MAKE ME YOUR
ASS-SLUT. FILL MY ASS! ALL OF YOU!" Diane screamed, her voice rising to a
shriek. Teetering on the brink of orgasm, her body trembled terribly, as
she felt the contractions and spasms beginning in her womb.
"I'MMMMMMMMMCUUUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!" she yelled, as her nerve endings
exploded and her eyes, clamped shut, displayed a supernova of white lights
flashing behind her eyelids. As her body shook and shuddered, she felt
Thomas his searing load deep into her ravaged bowels.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she heard, his voice ringing in her ears. Then his
shout became a roar as it was joined by Lisa and Dave and all merged to
become a chorus.
Drained and exhausted, Diane fell forward, her head now resting on the
floor. For the first time since this bizarre coupling began, she felt
discomfort and unpleasurable pain. The weight of the three people on top
of her suddenly felt crushing, driving her unmercifully down, and impaling
her upon the huge plastic phallus between her legs. She could feel Thomas'
sweating bulk directly on top of her, still twitching, still throbbing, as
he finished draining his balls into her aching ass. She was also sure that
she could feel Dave, all the way on the top of the pile, shaking as the
last drops of his seeped into Lisa's backside.
And then relief came. The crushing weight was off of her as strong
hands began to lift her up.
"Yyooohhumppff," she moaned, as the massive plastic dick began to
withdraw from her stretched and battered vagina. The giant dildo slipped
of her with a "SSOPP," as the juices and the suction gave way, yielding to
the exit. She stood, feeling as if she had just given birth to another
child.
Lisa stood in front of her, covered in sweat, glowing in
self-satisfaction. She leaned forward and gave Diane a deep, tender kiss,
gently caressing one of Diane's in her hand.
"Listen, sweetie," she said, breaking the kiss, but still fondling
Diane's soft mound. "The night's still and I'd love to stay and
play, but I realize that I have some things at home to take care of. I
really did enjoy it thought. Let's do it again."
Lisa kissed her again, and added with a smile, "Maybe you can be on top,
next time." She paused and flashed Diane a huge smile as she threw on her
dress and headed for the door. Then she stopped and the long ponytail whipping aside as she turned back to Diane. "Maybe," Lisa said,
and was out the door.
Totally spent, Diane felt as if she were going to collapse on the spot.
Then Dave was by her side, lifting her, helping her up the stairs and down
the hall to the bedroom. As her body fell onto the softness and comfort of
the bed, she could distantly hear Dave's voice say, "Baby, while you make a
really good dom, you are one fucking unbelievably hot bottom."
She then felt Thomas' warm body slide in next to her on one side of the
bed and Dave snuggle against her on the other. A small smile crossed her
face knowing that her nap would be brief.
Four days later, Diane Stone sat in her boss' office, as the company CEO
stood behind his desk, singing songs of praise.
"You're a miracle worker, Diane! A miracle worker!" he proclaimed. "I
don't know how you did it, but in less that a week, you've got the whole
technology problem turned around. Listen, I know it's not much, but you'll
find a nice bonus in this month's check. And why don't you take a week
off. I know you worked hard on this. And you look kind of tired. I know
how challenging this must have been for you."
Diane just shook her head and smiled to herself as she walked back to
her office. Actually, she hadn't done anything more about the computer
problem following that night with Lisa. She and Dave and Thomas had been
rather busy, though. But she knew that Mark and his group were working
again, pulling all-nighters and working through the weekend. And now, not
only was the system working, there were even new features appearing every
day, to the delight of the company and customers alike.
At her desk, Diane looked at her calendar, thinking that a week off
would be great. It would offer her and Dave a chance to take that often
discussed trip to Tennessee. Then, as she looked up from her desk, all of
the color drained from her face because of what she saw down the hall at
the far end of the cubicle area. It was Lisa. With Thomas in tow!
"Damn," she thought. "She's here to make me grovel, or humiliate me –
or worse!"
It was too late. Lisa had spotted her and was walking toward Diane's
office. Diane was amazed at the transformation that had taken place. Lisa
was wearing a silver leather mini skirt that Diane knew couldn't have been
more than twelve inches long. The blonde's long, shapely legs, clad in
black fishnet pantyhose, were exposed all the way up to the girl's crotch.
Silver, ankle-top high heels boots flashed as she walked. A tight, very
fitted black leather vest exposed an abundance of as Diane,
mesmerized by the bounce of the breasts, watched her stride across
the open office area and into Diane's office. Her hair was pulled
dramatically back and the long ponytail swayed behind her.
"Hi, sweetheart," Lisa said, walking over to Diane and giving her a
quick kiss. "Just wanted to let you know that I was going to borrow Thomas
for a few days. Hope that's all right with you. I'd like to try a few new
things with him. I want you and Dave to come over soon. Come on, walk me
out," the said, enthusiastically grabbing Diane's hand as they
walked back to the cubicles.
When they arrived back where Thomas was waiting, Lisa walked into the
area where Mark, her husband and his computer team was located. Lisa
snapped her finger, and Mark and the four of the group stood up and
walked slowly over to Lisa, forming a line behind Thomas. Diane was
stunned as she looked on and stared at the huddled group of men, their
heads slightly bowed. There was something no quite right, Diane thought to
herself as she perused the scene. Then, as she glanced down, she knew what
it was. The pant legs of the men's trousers were all too short, hemmed
some six inches off of the floor, as if a tailor had made some horrible
mistake.
Diane smiled, as she noticed all of the exposed ankles. All of the were wearing stockings! Diane covered her mouth to keep from laughing
aloud at the thought of her entire computer team in garterbelts and
stockings. Lisa snapped a command to the group.
"Come!" she barked, as if directing a bunch of dogs, then added to
Diane, "And I need to borrow them too."
Lisa smiled at Diane and Diane smiled back. As the group of followed the bouncing ponytail toward the door, Diane called out, "Dave and
I would love to come over sometime."
End of Part Five
Continued in Dave and Diane Chapter Six: Diane's Lust
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