Former Playmates Pt. 02: Diane's Story

Diane thought about her own son, Elliot, shaking her head the second a thought about him in bed entered it. She assumed he'd never want someone as old as she was. She thought about all the black cocks she's serviced in her life time, wondering if it was all just a ploy to make herself feel wild, young, and sexy.

She thought about never being faithful to her husband. She couldn't remember one time where she wasn't lying, cheating, and hiding her actions form him. All the men were black, except one -- Bob. Diane shook her head in slight shock at the fact Bob turned out to be her biological father. Disgust, anger, and sadness did not trickle into her thoughts. She almost had to laugh at the situation.

She thought about her son once more before bed time, thinking about how much she loved him, briefly entertaining an incestuous thought about her relationship with Bob possibly becoming a catalyst, for something similar for her son. Her thought's slowed down before going to sleep, aided by wine, hoping his son's wife was making love to him at that moment in their house across town.

Chapter 6

Bob invited her back to attend another event with him in March. It was an annual event his publishing company threw each year for employees and models of a magazine that was marketed toward African-American males age 18-35, called Elite Magazine. Diane happily agreed to be his date.

Their reunion wasn't awkward. She hugged him, kissed him, and led him to bed -- not caring about anything. Diane attended the Elite Mag event with her father the next night, always on his arm, smiling as he introduced her as his date, not his daughter. She was fine with that too.

There were a ton of models there, many coming from Miami for the event. The women were all white and the men, except for Bob and a few photographers, where all black.

Diane couldn't help but notice two very large, hulking, bodybuilder-like black men sticking close to one another. Bob must've caught on to her ogling and spoke up," That's Rodney on the left. I'm not sure who the other one is, maybe his friend or brother? They do look similar. Rodney had been modeling for the magazine since before my company bought the company that published it."

"Ah I see, interesting," Diane smiled.

"You can go talk to them if you like. You like dark meat, don't you?" Bob grinned, poking the side of her black cocktail dress.

"I do. Very much so," Diane smiled back at Bob, kissing his cheek slowly, her tongue lightly pressing against it.

"Then go play, sweetie," Bob said.

Diane kissed him once more and made her way to the two men. As she got closer she noticed they were talking to five women. One of them was a 6 foot tall, Puerto Rican named Fernanda that worked for Bob. Diane was introduced to her earlier in the evening. When Fernanda saw Diane looking over at her group she waved, making her way to her.

"Hello again!" She said in her thick accent. "Saw you standing here alone."

"Oh yeah, I was just going to say hey to, um, well, them," Diane nodded in the direction of the two black men.

"Ah yes they are quite large aren't they?" Fernanda asked.

"Yes, they are," Diane moaned inwardly.

"Let's dance," Fernanda grabbed Diane pulling her to the dance floor. "That is Rodney and his brother Ronnie. They are here to have a great time!"

"Now watch," Fernanda nodded in the direction of the black men. As she danced, Diane noticed Rodney and Ronnie escort one of the white women outside the hotel banquet hall.

"They'll return with her soon," Fernanda explained. "Her name is Taylor, she's a model too, and she has a very big booty! You know black men love that!" Diane nodded in agreement.

"They also love big boobs too!" Fernanda said, grabbing and shaking Diane's breasts, causing her to laugh.

The two women danced for several more hip-hop songs, finally noticing Rodney and Ronnie return with Taylor. She was smiling. Next they took another woman.

"That is my younger sister, Claudia. She is also a model and she got the booty, while I got the boobies," Fernanda explained, watching the two men leave with her sister in the distance. Diane couldn't help but laugh at the woman, grabbing and shaking Fernanda's breasts in return.

A short while later the men reentered the room with Claudia smiling, her hands combing through her disheveled hair.

"Looks like she had fun," Fernanda pointed out. The two ladies chatted a bit more about Bob, Fernanda saying how great he was to work with, when the two black men took another women outside with them.

"Ah yes, that is Angela," Fernanda said. The two dancing women watching the dark haired beauty leave with Rodney and Ronnie, "Her big butt is very nice."

Diane chuckled, starting to realize what was happening.

Angela returned minutes later and began talking to the final woman. She was tall and had nearly black hair. Diane watched her arguing with Angela from afar.

"That is Angela's sister, Alice. I just met her today, like you, but it does not seem like she is interested in leaving with them," Fernanda observed.

"Hmm," she said, watching Alice push her sister away and march off. "Follow me!" Fernanda pulled Diane with her, through the crowd, to meet up with Rodney and Ronnie.

Fernanda introduced Diane to the two men, suggesting they chat a bit. Fernanda whispered into her ear to be a substitute for Alice.

Fifteen minutes later, Diane found herself outside in the alley next the hotel with two very large black cocks in her face. She was squatting in front of them, a hand on the base of each one, slurping and sucking on them. She switched from one and then went to the other, covering them both in drool. They were delicious; her pussy was nearly dripping on the concrete with desire.

Having sufficiently coated both of them in her saliva, Diane stood, completely removing her dress, revealing her hourglass, braless, pantyless body for them. Rodney and Ronnie's eyes lit up and they both said, in unison, "Oh shit."

Ronnie picked her up, spun her upside down, planting his tongue in her pussy. Diane arched her back, upside down, looking forward to Rodney's rod. Reaching for it, grabbing it, guiding it to her mouth, she sucked away on it. Within moments she was ready to cum from Ronnie's tongue work.

"Your tongue is bigger than my soon to be ex's dick!" Diane exclaimed.

"Yep," Ronnie said, flipping her back around, guiding her legs behind him. He slowly guided his cock all the way in, lifting her briefly for his brother.

"You want the back end?" Ronnie asked.

"I'll be glad to take that ass," Rodney snickered. He guided his big cockhead to her anus, gliding it in, noticing how easy it was to do so, if he only knew how many men had taken her anally. Her drool acting as lubrication helped.

Within several minutes Rodney was situated deep inside her, to the base of his cock, in her colon. He and his brother began working together, sliding in and out of her in synchronization. Ronnie would push in and pull out, while Rodney pulled out and pushed in. It was like a seesaw of cocks going in and out of Diane in each hole. She was in paradise, cumming nonstop at the full feeling. She had never had two at the same time. Her screams of ecstasy were echoing off the buildings next to the alley.

Both men timed their orgasms at the same time, Ronnie providing a countdown from five. They had done this many times with many different white women. Both their cocks erupted inside Diane simultaneously - Ronnie filling her pussy and Rodney her rectum with semen. Diane nearly passed out.

Ronnie sat her gently on the ground, pulling their dress slacks back up, chatting with her while she put her dress back on. Diane learned Ronnie was moving to Charleston soon and she promised him that they could hook up every once in awhile.

They parted ways and Diane found Bob, dancing with him, for a few more songs before they left.

Chapter 7

Bob entered her shower later that evening. Soaping up her back, running his hands down her sides, over her hips, butt, and back up again, bringing them to a rest on her breasts. Bob kissed her neck, whispering in her ear.

"I loved your mother so much. She was my mother too," Bob said.

Diane turned around, a confused look on her face, "So you and your mother got together and I'm a product of that?"

"You are."

"So what does that make us? Siblings and parent and child?" Diane asked, a silly grin coming over her.

"I suppose?" Bob shrugged.

Diane laughed, turning around, presenting herself to Bob. He entered her from behind, running his hands over her back as he slammed into her in the shower.

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After lunch the next day with her sister Tiffanie, talking about their sister's Stephanie recent move to Minnesota, and deciding not to tell Tiffanie about their biological father, Bob, Diane drove home to Charleston. She wondered what Bob would give her upon his death, feeling slightly bad about it afterward.

She called her son, Elliot, asking him to meet for lunch. He declined, causing a bit of sadness in Diane. She wanted to hug him, hold him, and talk to him. They were somewhat close, but not like best friends, she wanted to change that.

A few weeks went by, her ex husband moved out; one of her daughters spent time with her. Her son stopped by offering help to move furniture. Diane was so happy to see him, insisting he let her take him to dinner. He obliged, going to a nice restaurant with his mother. Diane kissed him slowly on the cheek, taking him a bit off guard, seeing him off as he went home across town to his wife, wishing he could've stayed with his mother a little longer.

Diane was left home alone, sitting on the couch, feeling old and tired.

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A couple weeks later, Ronnie was at her home, relentlessly fucking her in every single way in every single room. Books were knocked off the shelf, the mail and magazines were flung off the counter, a lamp was knocked over, her bedroom was a mess. Everywhere Ronnie and her went in a hurricane of sex, that part of the house was left in a mess.

Finally, after screaming, cumming, slamming the bed against the wall so hard the 52 year old Diane thought it would break; she collapsed on top of the muscle bound black man, sweaty and exhausted. It was mid-afternoon; she finally got him to cum. He had been holding out on her for fun, enjoying her and him tearing the house apart in her attempts to milk his cock.

Rolling off Ronnie, catching her breath, she thought about her father, Bob, who she planned on calling to say hello to the next day. She thought her son, attempting to figure out how to improve their relationship, wondering if her experience with Bob was a catalyst for that.

"Give me 15 minutes," Ronnie grunted. Diane nodded.

Sure enough 15 minutes later, Ronnie was sucking away at one of her breasts, his index finger embedded into her ass, and his cock embedded balls deep into her pussy. They went at it like animals the rest of the day.

Diane felt wild, young, and sexy.

***There will be a second story with Diane. It will feature her son. It will most likely be much longer than this one.***