Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  "We only have about 40 minutes," she said.

  "I know," I replied. It wasn't enough time for what I really wanted to do to her right now, and I'd hate for Charles to walk in on us. It was one thing for him to see me in compromising positions, but that wasn't something I would want Dani to have to experience.

  "Actually, would you mind... if I had a shower?" she asked. "I've been on the road for so long, it's been weeks since I've had a real shower and not just splashed water on all my dirty parts from a bathroom sink."

  "Oh my god, of course," I said, immediately leading her to the shower area. "Do you mind if I join you? I promise not to make you go over time."

  "I was hoping you would," she replied with a wink, already starting to shed her clothes as she walked. She pulled her top up over her head and her breasts came free. It was the first time I had actually seen them, and they were beautiful. Smaller than mine, but she had long pink nipples that looked like they were begging to be sucked, with a light dusting of freckles that matched the ones on her arms and legs.

  Her pants and underwear fell away next, and I was greeted by the sight of her fiery red bush. Like my own, it hadn't been trimmed in a while, but I could still make out her pink lips peeking out from underneath.

  I started the water and turned back to her. She stepped up to me and pressed back into another kiss, this time our bodies were both naked when they touched. It was torture knowing that we didn't have time to spend devouring each other. The only thing that made me able to bear it was the knowledge that I would soon be free of this place and with her, with all of the time in the world to spend worshipping her body. I had already decided to spend some of my money on a nice hotel room where we could just lock ourselves in and lay in bed for days ordering room service and having each other for dessert.

  As soon as the water was warm enough, we both stepped under the spray. Using the soap dispenser on the wall, we took turns lathering each other up starting with the hair and then covering our bodies in suds. I rinsed mine off first since I had just had a shower the night before, but she wanted to let hers sit for a bit and soak in. We still had a little less than half an hour, so our tongues soon resumed their oral exploration of each other.

  As we kissed this time, though, I felt her hand slowly sliding down my slippery body until it came to my pussy. Our kisses were enough to make my juices already start to flow, but her mere touch against my clit caused them to run even faster. She pressed a finger into me and I moaned into her mouth. I reached forward and touched her pussy in response, letting my fingers run through her wet bush and slide along her slippery clit.

  A second finger pushed inside of me, quickly followed by a third. I gasped now, loving the feeling of her filling me up but the water was washing away my lubrication and making it hard for her to really push much farther inside.

  "Fuck it," she said, pulling her fingers out from inside of me. "Get some lube." She tipped her head back and let the water start to run through her hair. I turned and sprinted to the cage, almost slipping on the wet tile until I reached the thin carpet in the other room. When I returned with the bottle, Dani had already finished rinsing the soap away and had turned off the water. She grabbed the bottle from me and pulled me into another fierce kiss. Once our lips were hungrily gnawing at each other, she opened the bottle and poured it liberally on her hand which she then returned to my still moist pussy.

  I felt her enter me again, this time all three fingers at once. They were very slippery, and she started to move them in and out of my wet box quickly. I squealed in delight, grabbing onto her hips for support as my knees started to weaken.

  I could feel her start to wiggle her pinkie into me as well, with her thumb rubbing my clit rapidly. It surprised me, since I had never had four fingers inside of my pussy all at once before. The feeling of being stretched in this way was a new one, but I loved how full I felt and it was even better knowing it was Dani inside of me.

  She poured more lube onto her hand and then I suddenly felt her thumb at my entrance as well. My eyes gaped at her, but I didn't say a word, trusting that she knew what she was doing. She bunched her fingers up and slowly worked her whole hand up inside, pushing past my pubic bone and causing me to groan loudly as she did so. The initial feeling as she pushed forward was painful, but as soon as she was in it felt incredible. I could feel her fingers moving right inside of my body and I felt as she made a fist with her small hand.

  I think my eyes were still bulging out of their sockets as I stared at her. I trusted her completely, but I still couldn't believe she had put her whole hand inside of me and was about to start fisting. I had heard about this, but never believed I would be a part of it, or that it would feel so good! Our mouths and tongues continued their sparring match even as I felt her start to fuck me with her fist. I could barely concentrate anymore, though, and for the most part her mouth was doing all of the work. Using her lips, she sucked hard against my limp tongue as her hand started to ram me from below.

  I hunched slightly over and she followed, fucking me with her fist. My eyes started to roll back in my head and now my mouth was just hanging open. The feeling was unbelievable, and I almost forgot to breathe. I barely felt her other arm supporting me on my elbow as she continued to thrust into me, but I'm sure that if she didn't my knees would have given out and I would have fallen to the floor.

  I could hear a slow and steady sound in my ears and it took me a moment to realize it was coming from my mouth. It was a moan of some sort, I suppose, but it was completely involuntary. All I could concentrate on was the hand in my pussy and the extreme pleasure that was emanating from around it. Pulses of pleasure began to thrust through me, and I felt my muscles tighten up around her fist. With a loud groan I started to cum, her mouth still mashed against mine. The intensity was overwhelming and my knees finally did give up, but she guided me down to the floor slowly with her hand on my elbow and the other one that was still inside of me following as well so as to not break contact.

  The ecstasy was so powerful that, although I didn't want it to end, I was relieved when she finally started to withdraw her hand. I was still shaking and shuddering around her, but I needed to come down so that I could breathe normally again.

  When she finally pulled her hand out she gave me a quick kiss and then asked me whether I had a towel. I weakly pointed to where I stored mine and she quickly scurried off. I saw her rinsing her hands off in the shower to remove all of the lube, and then quickly dry herself with my towel. She had just finished pulling on her clothes when the door opened and Charles returned.

  I was lying, spent, on the floor and still breathing heavily. I closed my legs so that he wouldn't see how gaping my pussy was. He glared at Dani, probably angry that she had clearly fucked me after all without paying. She ignored him and gave me a long lingering kiss, telling me she'd be back soon. As she left, Charles yelled out that next time she came she'd have to pay double, and then he ushered me back into the cage and locked me up, leaving me alone to come down from my incredible orgasm on my own. I fell asleep within minutes. I hadn't been that relaxed and content in months.

  Weeks 36-37

  Now that I had a taste of really thinking about freedom and how I can be happy with it, this cage is driving me nuts. I think Dani and I made the right decision, though, in terms of getting help. I tried bringing up the issue about getting free with Charles again and he totally shut me down. He has no intention of letting me out.

  I even suggested that I help him find someone else. I said that I could help train another girl, maybe work with him as a manager of sorts. I could take care of the girls and allow him more time to run the truck stop business side of things. I suggested it as a way of expanding. He simply laughed.

  "Oh Anna," he said. "You can't be a pimp and a prostitute, too."

  That stung. But it made clear exactly what he thought about me. He went on to say that I was irreplaceable in my current position, as there were a lot of guys that were comin
g back specifically for me. That point is true, at least. I've had a lot of repeat customers in the last few weeks.

  Two weeks have passed since Dani left, she was supposed to be back by now and I'm desperate to see her again and get out of here. She should be here any day now. I'm just going through the routine with all of the guys that have been visiting lately. My mind isn't in it at all, and I think Charles is pissed that I asked about getting out again. In a bout of defiance I told him not to bother drugging my food, I wasn't going to just forget that I wasn't happy here anymore. He seemed really pissed that I called him on that.

  Week 38

  Where the fuck is Dani? It's been three weeks since she left and I'm going out of my mind. I almost wish she had never come back in the first place. I was content in this cage, or at least, I had accepted my situation. Now that she and I had seriously discussed my freedom, I can't get the thought out of my mind. In the past, I could turn off all of the situations that were happening to me and just forget about them, now each degrading act makes me more and more miserable. I don't know how much more I can take.

  It doesn't help that I know Charles is punishing me for continuing to bring up leaving the cage. I'm sure he's finding jerks to come up here and treat me like shit. All week there's been more spanking, ass fucking and just overall dirty shit then in the last month combined. And he's stopped letting me have a daily shower. The only good thing about that is it seems to keep some of the guys at a distance. Not all of them, though. Some of the sick fucks like the fact that I smell like the jizz of a half dozen other assholes. But a few times a few of them have just taken a look, or smell, of me and turned around and not come back. At least he can't blame me for that. Some of the guys, though, just figure out a way to make it work for them.

  The other day two friends came up and took one look at me, my hair matted down with dried cum and a fresher load still leaking down my leg from the guy who had just left, and they turned around and left. Unfortunately, they were back in about ten minutes with some rope.

  They ended up tying me to the cage, on my knees and facing them. They said they didn't want sloppy seconds in my cum filled pussy or ass, but my mouth was still fair game since I would have at least swallowed anything that had come before them.

  They were both about average height, and the first guy pulled his pants down after walking up to the cage. They had tied me strategically so that my mouth was level with their cocks.

  "Open up," he said. It reminded me of the days of Frank's glory hole, only this time the guys could see me and I could see them. I preferred the faceless hole in the wall.

  His dick was about six inches and not that thick. He put it into my mouth and I closed my lips around it, creating a tight seal as he started to rock back and forth. Bound to the cage as I was, he had to do all of the work. I rolled my tongue along the underside of his dick, tickling him softly and tasting a bit of pre-cum from the head of it. As his hips shuffled back and forth, I could feel his dark pubic hair push against my nose. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his friend was also bottomless now and standing close by. He then tapped his friend on the shoulder, which seemed to be the signal for them to switch.

  The new guy took his place in front of me and replaced his buddies dick with his own. The new one was salty, as if this guy hadn't showered recently, but was also slightly thicker than his friend's. He filled my mouth a bit more, and his length was also enough to hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex had long been suppressed, though, and I let his head slide past my tonsils on each thrust forward. Soon he was tapped on the shoulder and the two friends switched again.

  And so it went, back and forth between the pair for probably about ten minutes. Finally, the guy in my mouth, the bigger one, pulled out suddenly and started to jerk himself off. His friend instantly shoved his cock right back in to take its place but began thrusting quickly, clearly trying to catch up to his buddy that was just about ready to bust his nut.

  Suddenly, the one rubbing himself yelled out. "This is it, I'm cumming!" Immediately the guy in my mouth withdrew and stepped back, giving his friend some room. The large cock moved forward again and I closed my eyes, knowing what was in store for me. I felt a large wet load spray me across the face immediately, dripping from my eyes, down my nose and across my lips. His second load hit me in the forehead. His third, because I imagine he was starting to wilt at this point, hit me in the tits that were pushing between the bars of the cage due to the way I was bound.

  When I thought he was done, I cracked and eye open slightly and immediately regretted it as the second guy was standing right in front of me, finally on pace with his buddy. A white glob of cum hit me square in the eye and some of it seeped in before I had a chance to snap it shut again. I screamed out as it stung, unable to even wipe it because of my bound arms but that allowed his second load to hit me right in the mouth.

  It's not the first time I'd taken a load in the mouth, not by a long shot, but this time I just wasn't expecting it and it caught me by surprise. I instantly started coughing even as another jet of hot jism landed on my face. I turned my head as best I could in my current position, but all I managed to do was get an ear full of warm spunk.

  Both of the guys started to laugh, and all I could feel was humiliation for the situation again. I needed to get out of here. They ended up leaving without untying me, and for the rest of the day, each guy that came to visit me took a cue from the previous ones, using my mouth to get off and my face as their cum dumpster. By the end of the day, when Charles finally came up and untied me, both of my eyes were glued shut from dried cum and I couldn't even breathe out of my nose. I ran to the shower and turned it on as hot as I could stand as I washed it all away. Where the hell was Dani?

  Week 39

  Finally, my savior has returned.

  I was lying within my little metal home one afternoon, in the midst of what has become my normal post-lunch pity party. I've begun to spend my time dwelling on my misery until someone comes up to degrade me further, which serves to both distract me temporarily while at the same time provide me with fodder for the next day's depression. A lot of my time, lately, was actually spent worried about whether or not I was pregnant. I still couldn't believe how taking birth control had completely slipped my mind. And now that we'd come this far, I didn't think it even mattered. Either I was already pregnant or my system hadn't kicked back in, because I still wasn't getting my period. At night I would lie there and rub my belly. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not, but it felt like it was getting bigger.

  I heard the big heavy door to the stairs open and close, so I sat up straight, shaking my head to clear it and mentally resigning myself to whatever fate had in store for me today. The man that turned the corner was very big, with a muscled chest and a bit of a belly. He was wearing a long thin trench coat that was untied at the front. I knew I had seen him before, but I couldn't place where until I heard his deep and booming voice. "Hello Anna," he said. "Dani tells me you've gotten yourself into a bit of a tight spot."

  It was Dave, the trucker that had led me to meeting Dani in the first place. My face broke into a huge grin and I leapt to my feet. "You can say that," I said, looking around at the small enclosure that had been my home for a couple of months now.

  Dave nodded his stubbly face at me as his eyes took in the situation. I noticed that his gaze briefly stopped over my naked body, but he quickly pulled it away with an embarrassed look. This was the Dave I remembered, somewhat shy for such a big guy and totally non-threatening. I'd be happy to fuck him silly to thank him, though, if he ended up figuring out a way to get me out of here.

  "Where's Dani?" I asked.

  Dave raised a big hand and motioned vaguely behind him. "She's out in the truck. She really wanted to come back in to see you, but that Charles guy knows who she is and she didn't want him to get suspicious. She said she had a feeling you may have stirred things up since she was gone for so long. She apologizes for that, by the way, but t
o be honest it was my fault."

  I shrugged my shoulders sheepishly, surprised how well Dani knew me. After all, we had only really spent a few hours together over the two times we had been together. She was right though, I had stirred things up and she was probably right not to come in. Charles probably wouldn't have even let her come up anyway. Even if he didn't suspect anything, I could see him using that as another way to punish me.

  "I was starting to wonder if she was ever coming back," I said.

  This time it was Dave's turn to look sheepish as he nodded. "Right, my fault, sorry. I was on a run with a big payday and I had to complete it. I was on my way to the other side of the country when I heard from her. I had to complete that run and then make my way back, but I had a couple other things I had committed to as well. If I had known how bad the situation was, though, I would have come quicker. She just said she needed some help. I never imagined... this." He was looking again at the cage and he put one big hand on the bars and gave them a tentative shake. "Pretty solid. But I have the key, anyway."

  He pulled out the big key ring that I recognized right away as the same set Charles gives to all of the guys that come up here to spend some time with me. Dave must have pretended to be a customer. I wondered if he had to pay up front or not, and I made a mental note to pay him back when I got my money from Charles. If I got my money.