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Dave and Diane: Part Five

Written by AnnabelleandJay
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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, dog 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 young 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 young man to strip off his jeans. 

"Down onto all fours," she snapped, and was amused at how quickly the naked man 
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 dog for the day, this will be your dog house when people 
are in my office," she told him, pointing to the large opening under her huge, wooden 
desk. 

Hidden 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 pussy 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 panties 
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 
young 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 boy 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 man 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 brunette 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 thick 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 breasts through the leather straps wrapping 
around her sides and fastened the collar buckles in the back. Her generous tits 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 blonde hair had always been before was a tight, black leather hood on 
her head. A hole in the back of the hood allowed her blonde 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 blonde 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 breasts 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 tits 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 cunt 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 dog 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 boy 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 young 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 red with embarrassment and sheer humiliation, her body flushed and sweating 
but now much relieved, as she sat on the toilet and emptied her swollen, aching bowels. 
Thomas' face rested on the toilet 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 toilet 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 man 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 cunt 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. "Pussy-
Face is going to make Ass-Slut come right here."

Diane drove her body again the young 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 red hair 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 camera shutter. Stunned, Diane paused, realizing that Dave was photographing 
her eating Thomas' ass and recording her humiliation.

"Do you like that, Ass-Slut? I asked Dave to take picture so you'd remember tonight. 
Now get to it!" Lisa shouted.

Diane plunged her tongue back into Thomas' asshole. The more the young man 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 thick fold 
of the skin on Thomas' balls and clamped the chain to his tender flesh.

Diane could hear the painful groan from the young man 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, recording her 
humiliation with a camera.

"All right, Ass-Slut and Pussy 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 
blonde 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 camera 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 young beauty that stood 
before her. The blonde 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 breasts 
pushed upward and her pink nipples jutting out, making Diane ache to be able to suck on 
them. Lisa's generous breasts 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 cunt lips and protruding clit. Diane was burning for her touch and 
groaned when the young woman began massaging her wet sex lips.

"I saw Dave fist your hot cunt 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 pussy 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 young 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 breasts 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 horse 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 pussy 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 split her pussy 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 blonde 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 cunt 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 young stud 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 cunt 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 young 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 breasts 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 cunt 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 
young man 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 enormous plastic cock stuffed in her 
stretched cunt 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 
enormous 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 cum 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 spurt 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 cum 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 breasts in her 
hand.

"Listen, sweetie," she said, breaking the kiss, but still fondling Diane's soft mound. "The 
night's still young 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 blonde 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 cleavage as Diane, mesmerized by the bounce 
of the girls breasts, watched her stride across the open office area and into Diane's office. 
Her hair was pulled dramatically back and the long blonde 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 young girl 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 men 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 men 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 men 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




 


