Message-ID: <20756eli$9903240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20756.txt> From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 11/21 (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: <19990323205900.12523.00000665@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 11 The man from Booth 6 led her into a diner a few streets over. "There, sit," he said. She slid into the booth on the bench across from him. He waved the waitress over and ordered two coffees. She sat silent, hands on the table, looking at him. "I wouldn't worry too much. Steve's often picky. I overreacted a little bit because it's been a pretty hectic morning for me. You wouldn't believe what I've had to do today..." The waitress brought the coffee cups. He paused and waited for her to place them on the table. "Yeah, it's been a real bitch. Run here, drop that off, pick this up. I'm exhausted." She stared at him, wondering if she was supposed to care that he'd had a bad day. "Go ahead, have some coffee if you like," he encouraged her. "We've got a couple of hours to kill until your next job. You want to hear about it?" Her eyes widened slightly, the way they talked to her still shocked her. It seemed like the transition from housewife/mother to whore was not real to them. Or at least it was of no concern at all. "Coupla guys working out a construction deal. There's a big wig who holds the purse strings. He's made it clear that he doesn't really care about the numbers on the bid sheets, he's looking for some other compensation. Seems he's big into the 'sloppy seconds' thing. That was him in booth 4 watching that 'world record orgy' thing. I think it's a scam, but he likes it." The man took a drink of his coffee, sat quietly for a little while. "Anyway, here's the deal. We've got to convince him that he's number six or so for the day. He isn't really interested in breaking any records, but he just likes the idea that you're going to be soaking wet, full of cum, and exhausted. Some dried bits on your neck, chin, and titties add to the picture for him. I didn't ask if he'd like to see some trickling out of your..." "Anything else for you two?" the waitress asked. Diane tried to catch her eye, gave her a frightened look, hoping she might be able to interrupt the day's flow, but the woman ignored her. "No, this is fine," the man told her. She walked away. "I didn't ask if he'd like some trickling out of your ass, and if they don't ask, I don't do." He picked up the cup and drained the rest of the coffee. "Anyway, you're on for 3 o'clock. Come on, let's see what we can do between now and then." A chill panic gripped her stomach - was she going to be handed to a roomful of men and be expected to take them on in the next hour and a half? How were they going to get her from place to place? Could she take this? Diane followed the man out of the diner and onto the sidewalk. "Are you sure about this?" she asked. "I don't make mistakes." They walked several blocks to a run down looking hotel on a quiet street. They entered the lobby. He had to ring the bell twice before the attendant - a long haired, bearded man in his 30's or so, came in from a room behind the desk. "Need a room for a couple of hours," he announced. The man looked at him, looked at Diane, smiled and shook his head. "She's new, huh? Don't recognize her." "Just give me the key." "Okay. Okay, just asking. But if she's local, I'd like her number." He winked at Diane, who turned her head. "That wasn't very nice," Booth 6 said to her. "I think you need to apologize to him." Her knees went weak - was this going to be the first in his chain today? "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, please forgive me," she said in a panic. He smiled at her and nodded. "I think he accepts it." The elevator was broken so they took the stairs to the third floor. Inside the room, there was a single bed, a small desk and a broken television set. It was on and there was static and fuzz but no picture. The sheets were dingy looking, the drapes were opened and she could see the window was dirty. "OK, hang the dress up in the closet," he said. She watched him unbutton his pants and drop them around his ankles. "Let's go." Undoing her own buttons, she thought, well at least he's familiar. More or less. She slipped out of the dress and reached for the hangar in the closet. A mouse ran across the tip of her shoe and scurried across the floor. "Oh, no, we can't do it here!" "Sorry honey, but I gotta pay with my own money and I'm not some rich fuck lawyer from uptown. We're fucking here. Otherwise, I gotta go out and find a buncha guys to set you up and I don't have the time or energy for that today. Let's go. I'll do you, we'll rig you up with some hand lotion or something he'll think is the other guys, and you're set." What was his part in the entire scheme, she wondered. If he had to pay for the room himself, he was probably not part of the main group. Could she trust him? Maybe he was her way out? "You know, we could help each other. I have plenty of money..." she said. He stopped taking off his sock. "Yeah?" She walked closer to him. He didn't move - he was listening. "I have money and I have talents. Maybe we can talk about that a little." She reached her arm around the back of his head. His greasy hair felt disgusting, but she pulled him closer. When she kissed him, he opened his mouth. She gagged, tasting the coffee and cigarettes, but forced herself to appear passionate. Her hips pressed against him, she ran her free hand down the front of his body and under the elastic of his boxers. "You know, you've got a great face. Strong, rugged," she cooed, flicking the tip of her tongue against his upper lip. He reached for her ass and she let him. Her hand went to his cock and massaged it gently. "You like me to suck your balls? Have you had that done? I hear it's the best thing..." "Oh yeah," he whispered. She went slowly to her knees in front of him, pulled the shorts down and leaned forward. Her hand worked gently up and down his cock while her tongue lapped at his balls. She opened her mouth and let them gently slide between her lips. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. She pressed her tongue against the base of his cock, through the soft flesh of the scrotum. Her hand was rubbing the head of his cock gently. His hips started to work forward and back, fucking her palm. Diane brought her other hand to her mouth. She licked it. When it was damp, she slid it along the underside of his sack toward his asshole. "You're going to love this," she whispered. She moved around to the head of his cock and she took it deep into her mouth. At the same time, she slid her long index finger up into his asshole. He jerked and cried out. "Oh, yeah!" She worked her mouth in rhythm with her finger, sliding both his cock and her finger in and out at the same time. "Yeah, that's it, closer, you're getting there," he moaned. She took him deep into her mouth, brought her other hand up and massaged his balls. His spasms started and he unloaded his cum into her mouth. She swallowed it this time without hesitation. It was easier than having it on her tongue, then swallowing it. "Oh, goddam, that was nice." He stroked her head for a few minutes. "But not a good idea." She looked up at him. He stepped away, pulled up his pants, then sat on the edge of the bed. "Remember why we were here? Now, there's nothing to use to get you all sticky..." A smile grew across his face while she felt her resolve collapse. He was not going to help her at all. 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