Dave & Diane

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Chapter Four- Bottoms and Tops

Diane Stone opened her legs wider apart t allowing the naked young man on top of her to pump his cock even deeper into her swollen cunt.

"Yes, fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned.

The young man was a god, tanned, muscular, and gorgeous. She rubbed his sweating, naked body with it's rippling muscles as he pounded into her, each stroke going deeper and deeper. She touched his large muscular chest and rubbed at the large number "8" painted there. Despite the sweat pouring out of this Adonis, the number emblazoned on his chest in black paint, remained unsmeared. She could tell from the urgency in his pumping hips and the straining muscles of his neck and face, that he was about to cum inside her. She could feel her cunt churning with the seminal deposits from numbers one through seven. They had all been equally young, gorgeous and well hung. And now number "8" began to shower spurt after spurt into the mix in her brimming vagina. She had been so careful not to lose a drop of the precious liquid from numbers one through seven. She clamped down hard, struggling to hold it all in, as number "8" withdrew and number "9" slid his large, angry cock into her.

"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed. "Yeeeessssssss! Fuck me!" she screamed as her body edged toward sensory overload.

"9" was magnificent, dark and exotic. She grabbed at his back and dug in with her nails as the olive-skinned youth responded with powerful lunges inside her. His black, curly hair shook as he rammed deeper, hoping to elicit another scream from her.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh," Diane howled, as "9" pulled his hard penis completely out of her and drove it back in, as if to both torture and tease her. Diane reached up and grabbed a handful of his black curls and pulled his face down onto her sweat soaked breast. "9" hungrily devoured her nipple, sucking and licking as he pumped away. He ground his pelvic bone roughly against her shaved mound and soon she could tell that he had started down the irreversible path to orgasm. Faster and faster "9" jammed his hips deep into her and soon Diane saw his Mediterranean features contort in pleasure and pain as he joined "1" through "8" in filling her womb with his hot treasure.

With choreographed smoothness, "9" withdrew and "10" was on top of her. Diane wondered if "10" was both his number and his size, as the young blonde slid his huge penis into her gaping slit. Again, she had fought hard not to allow the smallest drop of semen to escape, but this beautiful farm boy was making that a difficult task. His thick cock burrowed deep into her as she could feel the sticky fluid inside her slosh aside, displaced by his enormous width.

"Yes! Come on! Come on!" she whispered in encouragement, as the muscular young man grabbed her legs and lifted them to rest on top of his broad shoulders, giving him a better angle to drive deep into her cunt. His large hands wrapped around her knees as he bounced her with every thrust of his cock. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of this large Iowa farm boy, as he pounded his hips into her. The entire room seemed to shake as "10" repeatedly plunged the entire length of his cock deep into her lifted hips, her wet body slapping against his.

With a tremendous yell, "10" fell forward on top of Diane and grabbed her, crushing his body against hers as he shot his semen deep into her already filled tunnel. She would have yelled also, but he had driven all of the air out of her as he crushed her against his body. Diane struggled to catch her breath as the young blonde fiercely clung to her, with wave after wave of his warmth filling her. Finally spent, he slid out of her and off of the bed.

Again, Diane fiercely worked to keep every drop of the milky cum inside her as she looked over to see Dave, her husband, lying next to her on the bed. In one quick move, she lifted her leg and threw herself across Dave, now positioned with his face directly under her crotch. Instantly she dropped her overflowing cunt down onto Dave's open mouth and she began to drain the deposits of the ten men into Dave's waiting mouth, as he sucked eagerly on her wide opening.

"DIANE! DIANE! What are we going to do?" Brenda, her Assistant Director shouted, waking Diane Stone from her daydream. She had mentally slipped off during the critical management meeting and now she was totally lost in following the discussion, as everyone in the room stared at her.

"Damn," Diane thought to herself. "This is not good," she thought, berating herself for wandering off into a sexual fantasy during this crisis meeting. She had wanted to stay focused today, but her body was on fire in anticipation of the night to come. She thought that perhaps she was becoming a sex addict. It was all she thought about lately. Maybe it was the fact that she just turned 50 years-old. Or maybe it was hormones. She didn't know. But whatever it was, she had discovered just how much she really loved sex.

"So, tell me again. What's the problem?" Diane questioned, trying to exude the calm leadership skills that had taken her to the top management ranks of a major corporation. Another assistant answered, "It's the software again! The entire company global network is freezing up! It just keeps crashing!"

With calm assurance, Diane stood and said, "Be calm. I'll deal with it," and she walked out of the meeting room. She walked down the hall and into the large, cubicled workspace of the technology staff. She saw Mark, her company's computer technology wizard, slumped at his desk, staring at his computer screen. Diane smiled to herself and thought, "All right, let's see if this worm is ready for the bitch from hell!" Pretending to be outraged, Diane stormed across the floor and toward Mark's desk. Nearby staff members recognized the long, determined strides of her walk and instantly ran for cover.

"MARK!" she roared, as she approached his desk. "You're making this company look bad. You're making this division look bad." Then, Diane leaned over an in her best dominating voice and said, "And worst of all, you're making me look bad."

"Yes, Ms. Stone. I know it's not working and I'm sorry the program's not up and running properly yet," Mark sniveled.

Inside, Diane was giddy as she relished her tough, dominating performance with Mark. He was beginning to squirm, exactly as she knew he would.

"Mark, just look at this! I'll give you three days, and then I want it fixed. I want it perfect!" Diane said firmly, as she leaned over Mark's desk in his cubicle and clicked the mouse on his computer indicating a flashing error message on the screen. Mark was one of her best technology geniuses, who had recently come to her for help with his personal life. As his boss, Diane had reluctantly agreed to talk to his much younger wife, Lisa. She agreed to see if she could fix their marital problems and get Mark back to his computer brilliance for the company.

Diane looked at her hand moving the mouse and smiled. "Oh, Mark, if you only knew where this hand was last night," Diane thought to herself, as she remembered pushing her entire hand into Lisa's tight anal passage. She had fisted the young, twenty-year-old wife in the ass while Diane's husband, Dave, fisted Lisa's vagina. And Lisa had loved every minute of it, professing herself to be Diane and Dave's slave, willing to do whatever they asked of her.

"And, Mark, Lisa will be in marriage counseling with me every night for the next few days. Now get to work on fixing the program." Diane said, putting on her best dominating voice.

Diane had realized in talking to both Mark and Lisa that they were both natural submissives. Their two-year marriage was limping disastrously along and Mark's work had gone straight into the toilet. Diane, now with her husband's help, was determined to help the marriage and return Mark to being a much-needed company asset.

"Yes, Ms. Stone," Mark eagerly responded. "And, thank you, thank you for everything."

"I'm not promising anything, but I think I can help Lisa," Diane said and offered a handshake as she started to return to her office.

Instead of shaking her hand, Mark took it and kissed it, as a servant might do to royalty. "Oh, thank you, Diane. I mean Ms. Stone," Mark groveled and kissed her hand again. Five years ago, Mark had called her Diane all the time when they worked together on company projects. Now, she was Ms. Stone. "This is almost too easy,' Diane said smiling to herself as she returned to her office.

Last night, Lisa had been willing to do anything to please Diane and Dave. After several hours of hot fucking, sucking and even fisting, they sent Lisa home with strict orders to return the following night. As Diane sat back down at her desk, she reflected on the plan that she and Dave had come up with for tonight's session with Lisa. A weak submissive, Lisa was a young, pale-skinned blonde with a body that Diane thought looked like that of a Barbie doll. The girl really was all legs and breasts. And Lisa had proved to be hotter than anyone suspected, displaying incredible oral skills on both Dave and Diane.

"Honey, you're the best cocksucker I've ever seen, but that girl could challenge your crown," Dave joked to Diane last night, as they discussed their plans to help the company and the marriage of Mark and Lisa.

"Well, maybe I'll just have to try a little harder. And speaking of a little harder…" Diane said playfully, as she pulled the down zipper on Dave trousers and slipped his rigid penis into her mouth. Their marriage of twenty-five years had hit a plateau until three weeks ago, when Dave had given Diane a wild 50th birthday/25th anniversary present. He gave her a night in a hotel room with twenty well-endowed men. During the course of the evening she had not only rediscovered her own sexuality, but with the help of the twenty men, a dog, and some photos Dave took of the evening, they had rekindled the sexual heat in their marriage. Now they were acting as highly sexed as teenagers, constantly aroused and unable to keep their hands off of one another. The challenge with Lisa and Mark emerged and opened an entirely new erotic chapter in their lives when Diane gave Lisa to Dave as his belated anniversary present.

At her desk, Diane picked up the phone and called Dave to check on preparations for tonight. Her plan seemed simple. She intended to turn Lisa into a top - a dominant woman, who would then enjoy having her submissive husband, Mark. The trick was how to make that change happen. She heard Dave say that he was working on that now.

"Great," she said, hanging up the phone. "Now let's see if we can pull this off," Diane excitedly thought to herself. She knew they couldn't do it in one night, but this would be a start.

As 7 p.m. approached, Diane was all prepared. Tonight, she wore a black patent leather bustier, which pushed her 36D breasts up and out. The bustier garters held up a pair of shiny, black latex stockings. Dave found them for her at a kinky boutique and she loved them. The 5 inch black patent stiletto heels took her 5'10" body to a towering 6'3". A wide, studded, black patent choker was around her neck and tonight her lips were a dark blood red. She was a perfect picture of intimidation. Dave had joined the masquerade in black leather biker jeans and black chrome studded leather vest. Earlier, they had tried their outfits on and ended up fucking for over an hour. Dave had cum twice in her cunt and she now had plans for the semen trying to run down her legs. She pressed her legs together and waited for the arrival of her gorgeous young slave.

Lisa arrived promptly at 7 o'clock and Diane threw the front door open before the young woman could even press the doorbell. Lisa was dressed in the same type of flowery, cotton sack that she had on yesterday when they first met for lunch.

"Strip, slave! Right here!" Diane demanded, as the shocked girl jumped back. "Strip!"

It was growing dark and Diane knew that their neighbors couldn't see anything, but she didn't want Lisa to know that. Lisa bowed her head and stripped off the cotton dress, bra and panties. She stood naked at the front door as Diane scowled at her. The girl had shaved her pubic hair as ordered the previous night and stood there hoping for a reward from her mistress for following orders. But the reward did not come.

"Spread your legs!" Diane snapped. "I want my neighbors to see what a slut you are. Turn around! Now bend over!"

Lisa obediently did as she was told and bent over with her naked ass turned up to Diane for inspection. Diane lifted the riding crop she had placed by the door and brought it down hard against the blonde's round ass. Lisa didn't make a sound as Diane lifted the crop a second time and brought it down even harder. Two bright red marks angled across the young woman's ass, as she remained bent over. Again and again Diane struck out at the creamy ass sticking up toward her until a total of ten red welts striped the girl's white ass.

"Stand up and turn around!" Diane ordered. "Don't ever come to me dressed like that again. I expect my slave to be appropriately attired when you arrive."

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa muttered.

"Now, stand up straight and pull your shoulders back. A slave of mine must be proud! Now walk over there and show my neighbors the stripes on your ass, so they will know what happens to disobedient slaves," Diane demanded, gesturing to the front walk.

Lisa hesitated a moment too long before starting down the walkway and Diane brought the crop quickly down across the girl's out jutting breasts. "NOW!" Diane snarled.

Lisa turned, stuck out her breasts as ordered, and reluctantly moved back down the walkway, slowly turned, proudly showing off her red marks, and returned to the door.

"Good," Diane said and softly kissed the young woman on the mouth. Slipping her hand between Lisa's legs, she slowly inserted several fingers into the girl's wet vagina. "Good. You shaved as you were told," Diane said and kissed her again. "Now come in and get dressed."

Diane walked in with Lisa following closely, as Dave stood on the other side of the room. Diane could tell by Lisa's quick gasp that she had just noticed the naked man standing in the corner of the room. There, standing perfectly still and silent in the corner, was a tall, handsome man in his early 30's. He wore a dog collar and his hands were cuffed behind his neck and fastened to the collar.

Diane knew immediately what Lisa was focused on. Lisa was staring at the man's extraordinary cock. It was flaccid and a dangling ten inches. But more unusual was the fact that it was so wide, perhaps three inches in width.

"That's another slave in training. You will pay no attention to him unless ordered. Now, go service your Master and then get dressed," Diane instructed. Lisa walked over to Dave, knelt down in front of him, and without a word, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. She immediately slipped it into her mouth and began sucking.

"She is good," Diane said to herself, smiling and enjoying the sight, as she watched her husband pump his engorged cock into the blonde's mouth. She could tell Dave was about to come as he grabbed two handfuls of Lisa's blonde tresses and pulled her face firmly into his crotch, sinking his stiff cock deep into her throat. Lisa let out a muffled whimper as Dave's cock drove deep causing the girl to gag, before she was ready take him down her throat. This only caused Dave to push deeper as he pulled Lisa's head harder toward him. Diane saw all of the muscles in her husband's body tense as he flooded the girl's mouth and throat with his juice. Diane was amazed that Dave could generate so much cum having just filled her twice an hour ago. But Lisa seemed to have a gift for getting loads of extra semen from Dave's balls. "Wow," Diane murmured to herself, watching the girl clean the last drops of cum from her husband's cock. Without a word, the girl got to her feet and left the room to get dressed.

"That's three times in an hour. Not bad," Diane said moving over to her husband and kissing him. "That's got to be a new record for you."

"Yeah," Dave said grinning. "And please remind me never to piss you off. I saw the red welts on her ass."

They both quietly laughed, kissed quickly and Diane moved away to stand near the naked man in the corner. He was one of the many men Dave had screened some weeks ago to participate in Diane's anniversary present, the hotel gangbang. Last night when Diane told Dave her plan, Dave had remembered Thomas. Thomas was memorable not for the unusual dimensions of his cock, but because he really loved being dominated by women. Dave had rejected Thomas for the party since that wasn't what that evening was all about, but this was a perfect reason to contact him. And sure enough, after several emails, Thomas was a willing participant in tonight's activities.

Diane could feel a tingle between her legs as Lisa emerged from the room. She had laid out the girl's outfit, but could not have anticipated her appearance. Lisa stepped out wearing a tight, white satin bustier that highlighted the young woman's luscious 34 C breasts, pushing them up into generous mounds. The white stockings and white satin garterbelt framed her transparent white, crotchless panties, which allowed her newly shaved cunt to emerge when she walked. Full-length white satin gloves adorned her hands and arms and the white patent high heels made Lisa six feet of Ice Goddess. Diane flushed with anticipation and noted that Lisa had put on makeup since her arrival. Diane took that as a good sign, since Lisa wasn't told to do so.

"Come over here!" Diane directed, noting with pleasure that the appearance of the 20 year-old also aroused her husband. She smiled at Dave, and then spoke. "Your Master has a treat for you. He has filled me with cum for you."

Lisa reached out and placed her hands on Diane's round hips and lowered the older woman to the floor. Her white-gloved hands slowly ran down Diane's black stocking clad legs and spread them wide apart. Slowly, the young blonde moved her face inches from Diane's cunt, as Diane could feel the semen stored inside her beginning to seep out. Hungrily, Lisa began to lap at Diane's flowing cunt, working to gather every drop of cum. Diane could feel Lisa's mouth sucking at her womb, trying to draw out all of the sticky liquid.

"God, I think she's going to try and stick her entire head up my cunt," Diane thought to herself, as the young blonde pushed her face deeper and deeper inside Diane's generous opening. After several minutes of Lisa's oral attention, Diane felt herself about to slip into a huge orgasmic abyss and totally lose control of the evening, as Lisa hungrily lapped and sucked at her cunt.

"Damn!" Diane thought, frustrated at wanting the impending orgasm but angry knowing that it would not help her plan for the evening. Grabbing the nearby riding crop, Diane swung it hard at Lisa's upturned ass. The young woman was taken totally by surprise and let out a yelp from the pain, as the crop bit into her ass.

"STOP!" Diane yelled. "I can tell that you are enjoying yourself! Slaves only receive pleasure when they are allowed. Do you understand?" and with that Diane snapped the crop again across Lisa's ass.