Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  I inched my way forward and all of a sudden was hit by the smell. As if there had been any doubt before, it was now even more clear that this man had either just taken a massive shit or was in the middle of one and I was not too happy at having to walk forward through his stench curtain. Trying to breathe out of my mouth, I continued on until I stood in front of him.

  "Take off your top," he said, his voice was deep and gravelly.

  Was he kidding? He wanted me to take off my clothes while he sat there and took a shit? What kind of weird multi tasking fetish was this? When I didn't move he repeated himself. I thought about just leaving but didn't want to face Frank. I didn't think he'd kick me out for refusing this but he may stop wanting to pay me. Apparently this was part of the "dirty work" he had mentioned.

  I slowly reached down to the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I looked around for somewhere to put it, not wanting it to touch the floor of this little bathroom. As there was nowhere to hang it, I threw it behind me and into the change room where it was at least a little bit cleaner.

  The man looked up at me hungrily, nodding at me to continue. I reached up and unclipped my bra from the front and pulled the sides apart, letting my B cup tits fall free with a little bounce. I was pretty proud of my boobs, they had very little sag and were topped with tiny cute nipples that men seemed to love to suck. I loved it as well as they were incredibly sensitive.

  The man's eyes widened as he saw them come free and he reached down between his legs and brought up his dick. I could see a wetness at the end that I suspected wasn't pre-cum. I tossed my bra back towards my shirt and looked back at the man. He was slowly stroking his cock and looking up at me expectantly.

  "Suck me," he said.

  Was he really serious? I was almost gagging at the smell from his ass and he wanted me to give him a blow job? I almost felt like Frank was going to walk out from around the corner at any moment, laughing at how he almost had me, but I knew that fat fuck was too big to hide anywhere in this small space.

  Again I had to decide if this was worth it and again I came to the same conclusion. I dropped to my knees, hoping I could just breath out of my mouth and get this over with quickly. The dick in front of me wasn't even fully erect yet, although the big man's hand was continuing to stroke it. I reached up and took over, giving a few quicker tugs that seemed to do the trick much better. As I ran my hand up to the head, I wiped along the top to get the rest of his piss off of it. I could wash my hands later with soap a lot easier than my mouth.

  The cock on this guy wasn't overly long, but it was very thick and I couldn't even reach my fingers all the way around the base. His heavy balls hung low and fell between his thighs. Still breathing out of my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down his shaft. He gave a little grunt that I took as satisfaction so I continued to lick for a few more moments, getting him wet with my saliva. I raised up on my knees a bit further and put my lips against the head, ready to start sucking. I heard another grunt and his hand touched the back of my head, but then I heard a plop coming from below.

  He was still actively shitting as I licked him! It was just about the last straw and I was about to stop but as he felt me start to lift, his hand pulled me back down roughly. I opened my mouth to protest which was a mistake as he pushed down harder and forced his dick into my mouth. I heard another splash and another grunt.

  I decided to just get this over with as soon as possible so I started to swirl my tongue around his shaft, his hand eased off as he felt me going to work. I drew my lips up and down and grabbed the base with my hand to use that to keep the pressure every time I rose. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to take a breath with my mouth around his thickness, so I had to resume breathing from my nose. I almost gagged at the stench as soon as I did, but instead started to work his dick faster in the hopes of ending this encounter as soon as I could.

  I kept increasing my speed and using my hand to stimulate his shaft. Normally I'd play with a guy's nuts as well but his were tucked too tightly between his legs so I couldn't get at them. Nevertheless, it wasn't too long before he started breathing heavily and letting out little sounds of pleasure, one hand had returned to my head and was holding my hair but thankfully not forcing me deeper than I wanted to go. I felt him grab my hair roughly just as his body stiffened and his cock swelled, finally shooting a load deep into my mouth and right against the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could, still trying not to gag from the smell and continued to rub him with my hand, milking every drop until he finally pulled me back by my hair to get me off of his dick.

  As soon as I was free, I stood up and left the room, trying hard not to run. I grabbed my clothes and let the room before even putting them on, closing the door behind me and breathing in the fresh air of the stairwell leading down towards the truck stop. It had never smelled so clean before.

  I told Frank about it later that night and he just laughed and told me that this was the kind of thing he was talking about. People had asked for stuff like this before and he had always told them no, even when they offered to pay him for it. But now that he was paying me, he decided we would start accepting those extra jobs. He asked me if I still wanted to be paid and I told him I did. Now that the whole thing was over, I figured it wasn't bad enough to give up the paycheque. A blowjob was a blowjob, even if I had to do it in a sewer.

  Before I left, he told me that what had just happened was called a Blumpkin. I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the fact that he knew that or the fact that it was a common enough act to have been named.

  The rest of the week was fairly uneventful, although I had graduated up from just giving blowjobs through the glory hole to letting guys fuck me through it. It required a little bit more skill and balance, and only worked with the more endowed truckers, but I actually preferred it over the blow jobs. For one, it gave my jaw a break, but more importantly, if I rubbed my clit at the same time I was often able to cum as well. Usually not during or at the same time, but once they left it would sometimes only take a few minutes of standing in the darkness with their cum dribbling down my leg to finish myself off.

  Week 8

  The most interesting incident this week happened a couple of days ago. Frank was back at my room pounding on the door to tell me someone was asking for me to come on back to their truck. Nothing new there, but the smirk on his face told me something was up. I asked him what was going on but he just told me it was a repeat customer. This was also pretty standard, since many of his truckers were now regulars that came back specifically to be with me. Some of them I even sort of liked.

  He directed me to a big black 27 footer that I hadn't seen before. Often some of these guys had a little bed in the back of their cab that they would use to take naps in during long hauls after pulling off to the side of the road. That's where my encounters with them usually took place.

  I pulled myself up the side of the truck to the open window and peered in, it was dark so I couldn't tell if anyone was in the back. "Come on in," I heard a familiar voice say. I wasn't sure which of the countless truckers it was, though. Not one of my regulars, but certainly someone I had already met. I opened the door and got in, shutting it behind me. A light turned on in the back and I blinked in surprise. It was my bathroom friend from last week. Fabulous. I looked around quickly but didn't see a toilet. Maybe I was safe.

  "Hi," I said.

  He responded by reaching out and grabbing my arm, pulling me forward. He was sitting on a little cot, already stripped down to just his underwear. I could see now that the hair I had noticed on his thighs and knees last week also extended up and across his chest and arms. I stood between his legs and he reached up to grab my tits, giving them a firm squeeze and letting out a satisfactory grunt.

  "Take this off," he said, pulling at my shirt. So much for small talk. I pulled off my shirt and then removed my bra, having been down this road with him before. His hands went back to my chest and started to pull a
t my nipples. Not hard enough to hurt, but it got my attention and they hardened quickly. Pulling me forward by the tits, he brought one to his mouth and started to lick my nipple while his other hand continued playing with my other one. Despite his oddness, he was actually pretty good with his tongue. I put my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his thick black hair as he sucked.

  He switched sides with his mouth, starting to tongue my other nipple while his hands fell to my pants and started to undo them. When he had loosened them enough, he yanked them down roughly, taking my panties along with them and exposing my light bush to the air. His mouth continued on me for a few more minutes as I felt his fingers lightly brushing through my pubes and rubbing gently against my vulva. I could feel my pussy starting to moisten and I was actually looking forward to him sliding that big thick cock into me, having almost forgotten our last unsavoury encounter.

  His mouth left my chest and his hands pulled back to his own waist. He lifted his ass up a bit and slid his underwear to his feet, giving them a little flick and sending them flying to the far corner of the cab. He pulled my arms until I dropped to my knees and continued to guide me towards his cock. It was already half hard, so I just grabbed it and started to suck, hoping I could get him up quickly and shove him into my anxious pussy.

  I felt him firm up in my mouth and then heard him speak again with his low raspy voice. "Lick my balls."

  I took my mouth off of his dick and started to lick my way down to his sac. I got down to his balls and pressed my tongue into the wrinkly flesh, wiggling it around before taking one testicle into my mouth and sucking gently at it. He tasted of sweat and smelled musky, but in my already aroused state I found the manliness of him erotic.

  "Lower," I heard him say. I let his ball fall from my mouth and started to tongue the bottom of his sac, tickling his taint lightly every time I dipped down far enough. I felt him shift his weight around and then he pulled his knees up onto the cot, letting himself spread before me. "Lower," he said again.

  I wasn't sure how I could go much lower without sticking my tongue up his ass and then it hit me. That's exactly what he was looking for. First the toilet suck and now he was looking for a rim job. What was it with this guy and his ass?

  I was again at a crossroads. This wasn't something I had ever done before, and I certainly wasn't eager to try. But again I wasn't too willing to upset Frank and put my money in jeopardy. I had already blown this guy as he took a dump last week, was this much worse? I'd heard about rim jobs before and it wasn't like I'd be the first one with my tongue up a guys ass.

  I felt his hand at the top of my head again, urging me lower and decided I may as well go for it. I pushed across his taint and tentatively circled his tight ring and was answered with an immediate groan of pleasure. I continued to lick around his hole, surprised that I didn't taste anything too foul. I did, however, smell an odor that wasn't entirely pleasant, but nowhere near as bad as last week.

  His hand remained on my head so I knew he wanted me to continue. I licked a bit more and then pressed firmly against his opening, wriggling against its tightness until he relaxed and let me enter. As soon as I did, he pulled hard against my head and caused my tongue to go even deeper as he let out a huge groan of satisfaction.

  I continued to fuck his ass with my tongue as he lifted up one of my hands and placed it around his cock. Taking the hint, I started to rub his shaft in time with my oral thrusts, continuing for a few minutes until he grabbed me by both sides of the head and pulled me off.

  He put his feet back on the floor and pulled me around the waist, swinging me around and dropping me heavily on his bed face down. He climbed up on top of me and I felt him position his thick cockhead at the entrance to my still wet pussy and then thrust sharply forward, burying himself deep within me. I let out a scream that was part pleasure and part pain as my insides adjusted to his sudden girth.

  The trucker had his hands on the bed on either side of me to support himself, yet I could still feel the weight of his hips on my ass with each plunge. His movements were wild and fast and I could tell he was already on the verge of orgasm. I snaked my hand down underneath my body and touched my clit, not wanting to be left behind.

  I felt him slide out for a moment and move back, and then his strong hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto my knees, my weight leaning forward against my forearm and elbow. As soon as he could, he pushed his cock back into me and continued to thrust, now resting on his own knees and sitting up. His hands grabbed the globes of my ass and spread my cheeks apart. I looked back at him and saw him staring down at my own puckered hole as he continued to ravage my pussy with his cock. I knew from his speed he wasn't far away and I quickened the pace on my clit, rubbing in circles and using my own leaking juices as lubricant.

  I put my head back down on the arm that was supporting my front side and closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm approach. I didn't always come with these truckers but something about this encounter had turned me on more than usual. I wanted to believe it was his original nipple play, but I suspected I had actually gotten off on licking his ass more than I wanted to admit.

  A sudden pressure on my butt caused my eyes to snap open. The trucker's pace had continued unbroken and I was amazed he still hadn't come, but when I looked back I saw him worming his finger into my rear. It was another experience I wasn't use to. I'd had men try before, but I usually rebuffed them. Somehow, after everything I had been through with this guy, I just let him go for it. I instinctively knew that this was something he needed and, indeed, as soon as he got about a knuckle deep he let out a huge roar and I felt his cock spasm hard, letting loose a rush of sperm that coated my insides in warmth.

  His big thick cock had swelled as he came, and with the extra finger up my ass I never felt so full in my life. With one last wet pinch on my clit I felt my own orgasm overtake me. I buried my face into his blanket and let out a scream of ecstasy, my body shuddering along with his still twitching dick.

  Eventually he collapsed down next to me, both his finger and his dick sliding out of my wet holes and leaving me feeling a little bit empty. We lay there panting for a few minutes and then I finally just got up and dressed. He said nothing more to me, and I had nothing to say to him, and so I left.

  Week 9

  Last week I didn't bother telling Frank about the anal encounter in the truck, although the way he was looking at me I could tell he wanted to know what happened. As far as I was concerned he knew it wasn't going to be pleasant when he sent me out there, so he could go fuck himself for details. Although maybe he would have been upset to know that I had actually ended up getting off on the experience. Still, though, my ass was a bit sore and I ended up getting back into bed and sleeping the rest of the night on my stomach. In the morning he flat out asked me about it but I told him it was none of his business, as long as I kept the truckers satisfied then what I did was of no concern to him.

  I think that may have been a mistake, though, because Big Frank can hold a big grudge. For the next few days he was grumpier than usual and started to treat me more like a hooker than a tenant. Until lately he had been "protecting" me from the seedier side of things, but that all changed once he started having to pay me. Since that time is protection has been steadily diminishing and pissing him off just made it worse.

  I've been here over two months and the only time Frank has made me do anything to him was during that first blow job where he wanted to "sample the merchandise" before he offered it up to his oh so discerning customers. Anyway, this week he told me he wanted to do some more testing and asked me to meet him upstairs in the shower room.

  I got up there and sat on the little bench in the changing area while I waited. I wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to test, or why he wanted to do it up here instead of his office like last time. I figured he probably wanted another blow job or maybe this time he'd want to fuck me. Either way I didn't really care, he was no worse than many of the truckers that came throu
gh here. Maybe he was a bit fatter with a smaller dick, but either way I could be doing him or someone else so it didn't make a lot of difference.

  When he finally arrived, huffing and puffing from the walk up the stairs, he told me why he wanted me up here.

  "I haven't had a chance to try out our glory hole," he said. "I hear such good things about it."

  I shrugged my shoulders and got up, walking to the little closet. "Sure," I said. I was surprised that was what he had wanted, considering the inverse proportion of his belly to dick size, it sounded like mission impossible to me.

  I closed the door behind me and sat in my regular spot on an overturned bucket. I heard some shuffling around and then saw Frank's little pecker poking through the hole. It wasn't even hard, so the head barely even made it all the way through to my side. I looked at the pathetic little thing and tried to decide how best to make this work. I heard a couple of thuds on the wall followed by Frank's voice telling me to get on with it.