Message-ID: <20800eli$9903270433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 14/21 (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: <19990326221450.26413.00000627@ng61.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 14 Dinner was quiet that night. Diane was still digesting the fact that she'd almost been caught by her daughter in an online cyber session. After dinner, Jim had some research to do and he commandeered the computer. She went out for a drive. She was edgy, anxious about how to keep her two lives separate. She found herself in a local Border's Books, thumbing through magazines on house decorating, but her mind walking up and down the hall at the Palmer House hotel. She shook her head to clear the thoughts then went and bought herself some coffee. Sipping it slowly, she closed her eyes and drifted. Her head was filled with thoughts of the encounters over the last week, interspersed and merging with visions of some of her online sessions. This is scary! she thought. I'm enjoying some of it... The thoughts were still dancing around inside her head when Diane pulled up in the driveway. There was a strange car on the street in front of the house. Her first thought was that someone was spying on her. When she saw it was empty, she was afraid one of the blackmailers had come to give something to Jim. Once inside the house, she found everyone getting ready for bed. No mention of anything. Must have just been a neighbor's car. "Do you want the computer?" Jim asked. "I'm finished and I'm going to bed soon." She hugged him and gave him a small kiss. "Yes, I guess I'll do some looking around." Diane closed the door behind her and logged on. There was no mail. She decided to get a good night's sleep. + + + The next day, Diane woke early. She made breakfast for Jim and poured herself a strong cup of coffee. She checked email again but there was nothing. She cleaned the kitchen, straightened some things around the house. Her energy was rampant, unfocused. She found herself moving things from one end of the room to the other, then back again. Diane checked her email several times before going off to the gym. Liz ran her through her routines but made no comments at all about what she might do when she left. Back at home, after a light lunch, she checked her email. Dozens of letters from people who described themselves as 'local to Chicago'. She deleted them all. Nothing from SumwonElz. Diane leaned back in the chair. She was afraid. Now that there was nothing coming, it felt like she missed it. She started to wonder about herself, about her stability. That she might miss hearing from the blackmailer... What did it mean? She ran some errands that afternoon, driving to the bank, grocery, and to a craft store. There was nothing she really needed, but buying craft items seemed so normal compared to her life over the last 2 weeks. At home again, no email. She went to the kitchen and started putting dinner together. They ate together, watched some television, and eventually headed for bed. Jim fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow. She tossed and turned until around 11, then went to check email again. There was a message. It read: "1:30 this morning. Davey's Bar on B---- Street. Blue jeans, grey sweatshirt, conservative white bra and panties. comb your hair and wear heavy makeup. Blue eyes and red lips. There will be a red truck in the parking lot." That was all. There was no contact or chat from SumwonElz. She looked at the clock. It was 11:20. She crawled back into bed and set her alarm clock. At 1:10, the alarm clock buzzed. She reached for it, but not before Jim rolled over and opened his eyes. "What's that?" "Oh, I was napping today and must have set it for 1 a.m. instead of 1 p.m." she said. He chuckled. "Women!" She waited until he was breathing steadily before she slipped out of bed. She went to the basement to find the clothes they wanted - there were plenty of extra down there waiting to be ironed or carried upstairs. She dressed as they instructed, brought her make up with her in the car. The drive to the bar was not long. She stopped a few blocks away to put on her heavy makeup. She watched in the rearview mirror as she turned from housewife to whore. She pursed her lips and looked at herself. Not bad looking, actually. The minivan pulled into the parking lot and she parked it. When she stepped out, she took a deep breath and enjoyed feeling the cool air. Since she'd started exercising, she was feeling better and she looked down at her belly. It was looking nicer too. There was a red pickup truck not too far from the front door. She saw two men standing beside it, sipping beers from bottles. Diane picked up her small purse and started across the distance between them. "Hey, it's SubDiane!" one of them nudged the other. She was stunned to hear her online name said out loud. It sounded a little silly. "Hey, Diane! It's me 1derBoy!" one of them stepped up to her and put out his hand. She shook it and gave him a puzzled look. "You know, from the chats? We met in 'long legs, short skirts'. You did me ten ways from Sunday. It was great!" The other man stepped closer, nudged his friend aside. "I'm XMANX, we met in the SubF4U chat a while back." He didn't shake her hand, just looked at her like a wolf looking at a chicken. Diane didn't know what to say. She'd never considered that some of her tricks might be chat partners. That seemed to change something for her. "Well, listen, honey, we don't have all night. I brought a little something for us..." He raised a handful of papers and slapped them with his other hand. "Chat logs. Now, Davey and I have something in common here. Look, right on page four..." Diane looked at the chat log. He pointed at a passage in which she invited the two men in the chat room to take her at the same time. "Yeah, Tom and I had the same fantasy and we played it on you. When we heard you were available, it just seemed natural we'd take the next step..." They walked her to the truck and invited her to sit between them. Tom drove them to a nearby hotel and they walked up the stairs and into a room. "Hey, you got any preference which of us works you from which end?" Davey laughed. He gave Tom the high-5. They were taking off their clothes already, both looking at her as they did. "Come on, honey, let's get this show on the road." Diane felt herself give up before she even resisted. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She was standing there in the bra and panties when Davey stepped over and grabbed her arm. "What the shit kinda hooker are you? This looks like my mama's underwear!" Tom laughed. "Hey, maybe she's moonlighting. You a waitress or something, hon?" Tears welled up in her eyes as they clapped each other on the back and stared at her. "Well, hey, at least her ass looks sweet. Turn around and let us see you, honey." Diane turned her back to them and put her hands on her face. She sobbed as they talked about her, what she'd look like with her legs spread, with her titties hanging down, on her knees with her ass up in the air. "Come on, come on, get that shit off!" Davey said between chuckles. She stripped naked and got on her hands and knees. Davey stepped around front of her and squatted slightly. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. He pushed the limp flesh between her lips and she moved her tongue around the head. Tom knelt on the carpet behind her and she heard him spit on his hand, felt him rubbing it on his cock. Humiliated to be acting out this chat in real life, she closed her eyes and focused on Davey's dick. It was getting harder. She thought if she could just work him fast enough, she could finish him off, then concentrate on Tom. But Tom was already hard and shoving himself between her parted cunt lips. They were pushing and pulling in rhythm with each other, her in the middle. Each would push deep into her, hold it for a few seconds, then pull back out. After several minutes of that slow working, they both started moving faster. In minutes, they were moaning and hammering away at her from each end. Davey was the first to go, shooting his warm cum into her mouth. He kept her head close and she had to swallow it to keep from gagging. Tom heard Davey coming and that pushed him over the edge. She felt him grab her tight and plant himself deep inside, shaking her hips with his hands to try and make himself cum. "Oh yes! You live up to your reputation, honey!" Davey said as he pulled his pants back up. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. She ran the warm water over a washrag and pushed it between her legs to soak up the cum that was dripping from her. "Yeah, a nice tight little pussy, Diane. You gotta keep it like that for me, OK?" Tom laughed and he and Davey talked to each other about which end of her they liked better. They agreed they'd have to do her again, switching places, before they'd really know. She walked out of the bathroom and saw them standing near the door, both dressed. "Well, hon, hope you get home safe and sound. The cash is on the dresser there." She looked where he was pointing and there were five $50's laid out in a line. "Nice doing business with you." They walked out and closed the door behind them. Diane fell on the bed and cried. After a while, she looked at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. She had to get home. There were no taxis on the street. She tried to get into the hotel lobby but it was locked. She knew better than to ring to ask to use the phone. There was a pay phone on the next corner. She walked down the block, careful not to make eye contact with anyone in either of the two cars that passed her. The taxi driver brought her back to the bar and she drove home. She changed clothes and scrubbed her face clean in the basement bathroom before going upstairs. Jim hadn't stirred in his sleep. She climbed in and slept as far on her side of the bed as she could. + + + end of chapter 14 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----