Message-ID: <20468eli$9903100435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake - 5 (M+F, nc, blackmail, bdsm, etc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990310014554.05267.00000414@ng104.aol.com> WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! =============================== SubDiane's Mistake Chapter 5 Driving along the freeway on her way into the city, Diane considered her options. The obvious choice was to tell him that she'd brought in the police. Tell her husband that he'd made up the entire thing, that those were not her chat logs. Someone could forge them, there was no real proof to tie her to the name "SubDiane". Except that the name was registered as an alias on AOL and he'd certainly seen it by now. But there no way to prove that she'd actually participated in those chats. The blackmailers could certainly have gathered the logs from anywhere and changed the names. Would that work? As she turned off the exit ramp and started into city traffic, she realized that it wouldn't work. She'd met the man face to face. He might have taken photographs. Hell, he could have videotaped their entire session. There was a line outside the parking garage and it took her nearly ten minutes between pulling into the line and turning off the car in a parking space. She checked her make up -- as if it mattered to the blackmailer -- and picked up her tiny purse. Everything had been emptied out except her driver's license, twenty dollars in cash, lipstick, the toothbrush and toothpaste, and the KY jelly. No use carrying the entire wallet or much of anything else. And, it might turn out to be dangerous. What if he stole her purse? At the door of the hotel, she stopped cold. The concierge! How to get past him? Inside the hotel lobby, there were few guests. It looked like a light morning. If she walked in, he'd be certain to see her as she made the long walk from the door to the elevators. She pushed the door open and looked inside. He was not at his post! It was too dangerous to wait for an elevator. Swiftly, she crossed the space between the front door and the stairwell. Pushing the door open, slid through, then pulled it shut behind her. Softly, she walked up the two flights of stairs that brought her to the third floor. Then, she exited and walked to the elevator - pushed the UP button. She was in. Now, she just had to avoid him on the way out. + + + "Mr. Harris?" she whispered as she knocked on the door. Inside the room, a laugh and then footsteps. The peephole darkened and the lock slid open. "Back again, hm? Well, I'm glad you were available. You folks certainly cater to requests, don't you?" "Look, why don't you cut the crap? I want to get this over with - what will it take for you to leave me alone?" He stared at her, took a deep breath, and scratched his belly. "I'm not sure what you mean. I mean, I called you, you came. I even asked for you by name. Don't you like me?" She shook her head. "Cut out the 'I called your agency' shit. You have the chats, I want you to keep them quiet, can't we just be up front about it?" A blank look spread across his face. He turned and walked across the room to the small refrigerator. With only a slight look of concern, he swung the door open and took out a can of beer. The top gave a loud "pfft!" noise as he pulled the tab. While he raised the can and took a long drink, Diane watched him. He was toying with her, trying to get back into the roles. Fuck him, maybe she would unnerve him by not backing down. "I want to know what you want," she said again. Harris wiped his lips on the back of his hand, put the beer can down on the dresser, and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Honey, I don't know what it is you're talking about, but I know what I want and I think you do too. Yesterday was nice - I love your mouth - but this time I want some pussy. So, what say we drop the game playing and you get out of those clothes and onto the bed, hmmm?" Resist or capitulate? she wondered. Force his hand or take the easy way out? Her resolve started to grow - she realized that she had to nip this in the bud. "Jim doesn't care about the printouts - I told him about them. You can forget it, the arrangement's off," she yelled, then turned and started walking toward the door. "Hold it, Sandra!" he commanded. She turned around and stared at him. He was holding the telephone receiver. "They warned me that you might try something and said that, if you did, I was to call the desk and ask for them to send someone from security to escort you down. And that you would really not want me to do that. Is that correct?" His eyes gave away nothing. He might do it. This was even worse than sending the printouts - she'd be brought home by a policeman, dressed like this, with the blackmailer's story on top of the evidence of the printouts. She felt herself lose her will. "That..that's correct," she muttered, dropping her purse to the floor. "That's what I thought." He set the phone back on its cradle. "Now, why don't we come over here and be nice to each other?" Slowly, she walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. Bending down, she slid the shoe off her left foot, then her right. She pulled the blouse out of the skirt, then unsnapped and unzipped the skirt and stood up, letting it fall to the floor. "OK, so fuck me." Harris stepped out of his pants and stood wearing the same boxers as yesterday. He walked to the bed, leaned over her, and kissed her on the mouth. "I know you whores don't usually allow this, but for $200, they said I'd get all kinds of special treatment..." When he slid his tongue between her lips, she resisted. His hands reached underneath her and grabbed her ass cheeks. "Come on, honey, play nice," he urged. She opened her mouth and let him slide his tongue in. She didn't move her lips or body. "Hey! Listen, that's enough bullshit! Let's see some action for my money, huh?" The tone in his voice scared her and she started rubbing her hands up and down his back. When he kissed, she kissed back. Hesitantly at first, but then she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy what she could. He was gentle for the most part, his hands enjoying the feel of her hips and legs, his kiss, sloppy but considerate. She took his limp cock in her hand, stroked it lightly. With her other hand, she slid the boxers off over his ass and down to his knees. She slid further toward the middle of the bed and spread her legs, letting him lay between her open thighs. His lips moved down to her neck and he kissed, licked, and nibbled. She felt herself start to get wet. Imagined that he was one of the lovers she'd sought out in the chats, this time in the flesh. She tried to remember a favorite cyber session, trying to let that memory run in her mind and get her excited. His organ stiffened and he started immediately for her cunt. She opened herself and let him slide in - maybe this would be over quickly. He moaned as his cockhead slid between the outer lips, then nearly collapsed when she raised her hips to meet him, taking the entire cock in one quick thrust. "There we are, honey, give it to me," she whispered in what she hoped was sexy tone. Anything to get him moving along quicker. "Come on, I love to feel that big cock splitting me open..." Her tongue ran up and down his neck, her left hand reached between their bellies and tried to find his balls. "You're nice and wet," he whispered. "For you, anything," she answered back, lying. He started humping seriously now, up and down, the bed shaking under his weight. She felt her legs being pushed flat, sweat from him underarms and belly starting to trickle down onto her body there under him. She had to remove her hand because he was so heavy. "Good little pussy, good little cunt," he was whispering over and over as he fucked her. "Good little..ooooh...." She felt the warm liquid ooze into her cunt, felt his cock go limp and his body collapse on top of her. She tried to raise her knees a bit to get some relief from his weight, but could only get them a few inches off the mattress. His hair filled her eyes, nose, mouth, she smelled his sweaty scalp and neck. His hands were still under her ass but they went limp. He'd fallen asleep. "Hey! This isn't part of the deal," she yelled, pushing him off of her. He rolled over on his side, then laughed. "OK, OK. Listen, get down there and lick me clean. Then, you can leave. Your money's on the table, same as before. I'm in town two more days, maybe I'll call you again," he said. "For now, I need a nap. Damn, you're nice." He pulled down the covers, slid under them, and pulled them halfway up his legs. "Come on, clean me up." She bent down over him, took the limp member in her fingers. Her tongue slid lightly over the shaft, at the base, to the head, licking his cum and her cunt juices. After just a few minutes, she heard his breath go very slow and even. "Fuck you, asshole," she spat. He was asleep. He'd actually fallen asleep with her in the room, licking his dick clean. Stepping in the skirt and blouse, she watched him. She considered searching the room - for a wallet, for a laptop computer, for luggage, something more that she could use to get him to cut this out. A quick look around the room found nothing she could use and she was afraid that opening the drawers would wake him. Maybe next time. + + + end of Chapter 5 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----