Message-ID: <20758eli$9903240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20758.txt> From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 12/21 (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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990323210006.12523.00000667@ng43.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 12 "Listen, we don't have to do this!" she pleaded. Booth 6 was buckling his belt. "OK, I'm listening." Her brain scrambled for the next sentence. If everything he said was true, she needed to appear well used before three o'clock. What would give that impression? "OK, all he really wants is for me to LOOK like I've been fucking, right?" "Right, princess," he laughed. "You have an idea?" "You don't care how we do it, right?" "Right again, but time is running out." "OK. Uh, hand lotion..." "He'll know from the smell. And the consistency isn't right." "Vaseline creme..." "Not right." "School paste!" she tried desparately. "School paste?" She knew it sounded impossible. "Yeah, it's sticky, it flakes... With some water and hand lotion, I can make it look like it's running out of me..." "The smell will give it away." "No, there's unscented! I can do this. Please, please, please...." Her eyes were wide. He looked at her, looked her body up and down. "I don't think I have the time or resources to get you fucked in time. I'll let you try it. You know that if it doesn't work, it's both of our asses?" "It will work," she said, wondering why she believed it. + + + Diane left him napping in the hotel room. Down the street, there was a five-and-dime. She bought some school paste, a variety of unscented hand cremes, vaseline, and anything else she could think of that was white and creamy. Between these three, she was sure she could come up with something. She also bought a turkey baster, realizing that she needed some way to introduce the mixture into her body. Back in the hotel room, she tried a variety of mixtures in the hotel room cups. It was 2:30, time was getting short. She didn't know where they had to be at 3, but if it was far and he was still napping, it wasn't her fault. After a few tries, she had what she felt was a good mixture. She dabbed some on her neck and let it dry. It didn't smell, it seemed to be the right texture. She put more on her chest and shoulders. Then, watered down a bit more, she loaded up the baster. She leaned against the sink and realized that she was leaning against a dirty sink in a dingy hotel in downtown Chicago, about to shove a plastic nozzle up her ass to simulate having been fucked. It was disgusting. She felt she should just die and get it over with. What hope did she have of escaping the blackmail? Rather than consider it, she went ahead. Let the body go on auto-pilot, she thought. The baster went into her ass painfully but the pain subsided after the tip was in. She shoved it a few inches in, then squeezed the contents into herself. When she finished, the did the same to her cunt. "We ready to go?" she heard from the other room. "I think so." She walked into the living room. He walked around her, bent her over and stuck a finger into each of her holes. "It would fool me if I was horny. Not if I wasn't." She felt fear running through her. What if it didn't work? "I suggest you do your best to work him up first," the man continued. "He'll want stories of the encounters earlier in the day. He likes to hear about threesomes. Do your best." + + + At 3:00 precisely, they knocked on the door of a hotel room in another upscale hotel in downtown Chicago. The man who answered was tall, thin, and completely naked. He was holding a half-full bottle of whiskey. He didn't appear to be staggering, maybe he'd just started into it. "Come in, come in," he waved. Booth 6 closed and locked the door behind them. "So, this is Tanya, huh?" he said. There was no slur to his voice, only an excitement and eagerness. "How's Tanya's day been?" He waved his hand, indicating that she should turn around. She did a slow turn, coming back to her position. "OK, now this time, let's see you turn around, bend over and grab your ankles." She turned red hearing this and wondered why. She thought it must have been the phrase rather than what she was doing. Compared to what she'd been doing, this was mild. Turning her back to him, she bent over, reached down for her ankles, and stood still. "Yep," he said. She watched him walk closer, slide the skirt up over her ass. He slid two or three fingers into her cunt, then out again. He kept this up for several minutes, sliding them in and out, pausing, then doing it again. After he finished, he pushed several fingers into her asshole and repeated the motion. In and out with pauses in between. Finally, he pulled them out. "Turn around," he ordered her. She stood up and turned toward him. He was sniffing his fingers. "Very nice. Not certain it's ALL cum, but certainly most of it is and that's enough for me. How many today?" "Seven," she lied. "Long morning for you. You keep much of the money?" Uncertain what she was supposed to say, she looked at Booth 6. He smiled and spoke up. "She belongs to a group of us. We keep the money." Anger rose in her chest, but she pushed it down. There was actually nothing much false in what he said. "Well, you can call me Rod. Get naked and come sit down on my cock. I want you to put it inside your pussy, then tell me about them, the ones earlier today." He sat down on the floor in front of her. She removed her clothes, draping them over an armchair, then straddled his hips. His cock was not stiff, so she reached down to touch it. "Do not touch me. Start telling stories. That better do it, or you get no money." Rod looked up at Booth 6. "Isn't that the deal?" "She'll do it for you, Rod. Relax." She reached into her memory for a story. She remembered an online encounter in which they staged a gang bang. She'd use that for the false memory. "Well, I...got a call this morning and went down to an all-night grocery store. The manager had several of his guys working double shifts to try and get a display together in time for a big promotion. They'd put in long hours and were exhausted and he wanted to reward them. So, they hired me out." She watched his face. He was considering it, she had to be careful. His cock was not stiffening appreciably. "I showed up in tight jeans and a t-shirt. It was what he suggested. Most of them are in their late teens, early 20's and he thought this would appeal the them." Rod nodded, she'd found some connection... maybe the age? "There was loud music playing over the in-store speaker system. Rock and roll. I did a dance for them, shaking my hips, arms above my head, that kind of thing. They were drinking a bit and a couple of them got up to dance with me. "They started kissing and fondling me, I let them do what they wanted, kissed back, touched, hugged..." Rod's eyes were closing and his cock was stiffening, laying sidewise in his lap but longer. "There were boxes all over. They'd unpacked everything but there was still plenty of stock. One of them started unbuttoning my clothes and the next thing I knew, everyone was naked. A couple of them carried me to a stack of boxes and put me face down, bending my ass over one edge, my face over the other. "Someone started fucking me from behind and someone else shoved his cock in my mouth. When the guy in back unloaded, the guy in front pulled it out and took his place. All six of them worked me from mouth to cunt." Rod was definitely interested, his cock was fully erect now. She straddled him, slid her cunt down over his stiff cock, and squatted to the floor. "Another cock entered my mouth and I tasted pussy juice and cum. This one was coming around for seconds. I sucked him stiff again and then he walked around back. This time, his cock went straight to my asshole. Another dirty cock in my mouth and I realized what they were doing. They were going to go around a second time up my asshole." Rod had his hands behind his head, he was moaning and started meeting her strokes with his own hip movements. "One after another, they'd use my mouth to get themselves hard again, then, as soon as a buddy finished with my ass, he'd walk around behind and take his place. All six of them did me up both holes. It must have taken about two hours. When they were finished, I was sore all over. My chest, arms and legs hurt from the edges of the boxes. You can imagine how swollen my cunt..." Rod jerked and let out a scream. She felt his cum starting to flow into her and she bent down. "Come on, baby, give it to me, get in there with the others..." He continued until he couldn't stop. "Nice," Booth 6 commented from his chair. "Yes, nice. I vote you keep her!" Rod laughed. Booth 6 handed Diane her clothes and told her to get dressed. As they left, she watched Rod hand over $200.00 + + + end of chapter 12 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>