Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  "Oh shit! Sorry!" He rumbled. He had flung open the door when he opened it and he was now stepping into the office to try and grab it to close it and leave us alone.

  I shot a quick glance at Dani and raised an eyebrow. She knew about what had happened between the two of us the other week, and of course she had been there the first time Dave and I had had sex in his truck. And I knew that the two of them had been together. She gave me a little smile and wink, letting me know she was all for what I had in mind.

  "Dave," I called out before he could completely shut the door. "It's okay. Come in. Please."

  He paused at the door, leaving it half open, unsure what to do.

  "Just come in," I said, "you can't just stand there with the door open while we're like this!"

  "Oh right," he said. He finally came back in and shut the door quickly behind him. He looked at us questioningly, but I could see the obvious lust in his eyes at the sight before him.

  "Dani just came all over my face," I said, looking at him right in the eyes, "and I think she needs a bit of a breather for now. But I'm horny as hell and would love it if you would just fuck the shit out of me right now. I just want to cum."

  His mouth dropped open and I heard Dani's gasp and then laugh quietly at how forward and vulgar I was with the gentle giant. I looked down at the front of his pants and I was pretty sure I could see a bulge already starting to form even though he didn't make a move.

  I stood up and undid my pants, letting them drop down to the floor. I followed that by yanking off my top and then pushing off my panties. I now stood completely naked in front of him but he was still just staring at me and then looking over at Dani as if asking for her approval.

  "Go ahead," she said from behind me. "The girl obviously needs to get fucked. And you know I love to watch."

  That was all Dave needed. He finally walked forward and I met him half way, my hands going to the front of his pants and starting to undo them at once. The big man bent forward and my mouth met him in a kiss. We didn't have the same passion as I did with Dani, but it was still nice to feel his stubble rubbing against my chin. I loved to kiss the soft face of Dani, but I was never going to stop loving the manly feeling of a rough unshaven face, either.

  Once I had freed his cock I grabbed it firmly and started giving it long strokes. I didn't really want to do any fooling around, my pussy was already on fire. I helped Dave out of the rest of his clothes and then I guided him by the dick to the desk, turning around and raising my ass a bit, urging him to stick it in from behind and telling him to fuck me hard.

  His cock slipped in easily and it was electric. I hardly needed any stimulation from him, I was already half way to an orgasm but I wanted to make sure he got something out of this experience as well so I tried to hold off on it while he got into his groove. Dave typically didn't take long to cum, and I had a feeling that the sight he walked in on was hot enough that this would be no exception.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dani stand up. She swung her legs around and I got a quick glimpse of her pink slit before they closed again. She was so hot, and everything about her was a turn on for me. She walked over to Dave and I as he pounded into me from behind and pressed her body against him. He turned to her and I heard them start to kiss. After a few moments I turned my head around and saw that he had one big hand squeezing her tits as well.

  It was a hot sight, and it was enough to put me over the edge. I felt my pussy contract against his cock and then pleasure shot out across my body as I came. I let out a moan and leaned forward on the desk, my ass sticking out behind me as Dave continued to plough into me roughly. Wave after wave of undulating pleasure rolled across my body and through my pussy. I felt the wetness gush out around his cock and down my legs.

  Dani must have noticed as I felt her hand touch my inner thigh and run it along my dripping cum. I turned around in time to see her lift that hand up and put it in her mouth, shooting me a wicked smile as she did.

  Finally, I heard Dave let out a mighty roar and his big body slammed violently into me, smacking me so hard against the frame of the desk that I was sure I heard a snap and wondered if we had actually broken the big wooden top of it.

  His cock swelled inside of me and then I felt a gush of warm cum spray across my womb. His hands grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me back against him as he came again, another loud groan coming from his mouth. I felt his dick spasm at least three more times and with each one a fresh spurt of cum hit me from within. My own orgasm was still tingling through my body when he finally pulled his dick out, breathing heavily.

  I still leaned forward against the desk and watched him collapse onto the couch just as I felt Dani's hands touch my thighs. I didn't even have time to turn to see her before I felt her familiar tongue against my pussy, starting to lap up the mixture of juices from both Dave and I. It reminded me of our first encounter in the truck so many months ago, and I let out a small sigh of contentment.

  My knees weren't very steady after such a powerful orgasm, though, and I could only let her continue for a few minutes before I had to stand up and look for a place to collapse.

  As soon as I moved away from the desk, though, I heard her make a small noise.

  "Oh oh, look at the desk. Did you guys break it?"

  The thick frame around the top of the old wooden desk seemed to be coming apart. At least, that's what it looked like at first. When I examined it closer, though, I realized that it was actually a hidden compartment that ran around the circumference of the top. Unopened, it looked just like a thick and heavy table top, but in reality the thickness was due to the fact that it actually doubled as a secret drawer that we must have somehow opened when we banged into it.

  I dropped my fingers into the gap and pulled, opening it easily now that it was unlatched. It had clearly been used a lot and well maintained. When I saw what was inside, I let out a huge gasp.

  "What is it?" Dani asked, jumping to her feet to look in.

  Inside were stacks of money, along with handwritten notebooks that I soon found out contained all the details of the men that had visited me over the last few months since he had bought the place, including what each one had paid. We had finally found Charles' secret cash hoard and ledgers.

  Before I could even react to what I saw, the phone to his office rang. Without thinking I picked it up.

  "Hello?" It was the doctor's office with my results. I listened to what they said, my mind unable to comprehend or focus on what they were saying at first, as I was still in shock about the money. Everything was fine, they said, except there was one thing little thing. My attention returned immediately as I was told that I was about ten weeks pregnant.

  Week 45

  It's been a crazy week. After finding out I was pregnant and finding all that money at pretty much exactly the same time, I was in shock for a couple of days. I barely remember much of what happened next, but luckily I had Dave and Dani to take care of me. They went through the books and figured out what I was owed by Charles, which ended up being a very large sum, and took me back to the motel. They gave the keys to the upstairs room and cage to Marjorie and told her to say she found them and hand them to security as they would know what to do with them. Since security were the only ones that really knew about the upstairs room, they would likely go immediately to check to see if I was still locked up and find Charles. It was best if we weren't around when that happened.

  Once the shock had worn off I told Dave and Dani I needed time to think. I spent a lot of time taking walks in the little park that wasn't far from the motel. Pregnant? It certainly explained how I'd been feeling physically, lately. But I was barely in my twenties, far too young to have a baby. What was I going to do? Could I really give it up? I'd always wanted kids, but how could I raise one now? What kind of life did I lead. I could call it whatever I wanted but the reality was I was basically just a prostitute, or at least, I had been for close to a year now. And even though I had no plans to continue
in that lifestyle, what would I do instead? How could I support a baby?

  Of course, the biggest question of all was - who was the father? In the end, I decided it didn't really matter. I wouldn't want any of the guys from the last couple of months in my life anymore anyway, even if I could find out. But still, what could I tell the child about who their daddy was? My life was a mess.

  Dani and Dave were both supportive, offering to help me with whatever I needed but I was being realistic. I barely knew either of them, and Dave had a trucking business that I knew he really needed to get back to. He didn't say anything outright, but I knew all of this time off was hurting him. I made sure to pay him back every cent he had spent getting me out, especially after I was able to find out what that number was from reading Charles' ledgers. He fought me about it at first, but eventually accepted it after I pointed out how much money I had now. And I paid for the motel as well.

  It's true that I had more than enough to live on for probably the next couple of years, but it wasn't like I wouldn't have to find a job eventually and raising a kid would make the money run out even faster. I had some hard decisions ahead of me.

  We were all sitting around our room one afternoon when the telephone rang. I picked it up, figuring it was the front desk since no one else knew we were here.

  "You think you're safe?" asked the voice on the other end. It was familiar, but I wasn't sure who it was as their voice was low, almost at a hissing whisper.

  "Who is this?"

  "You think you can get away that easily? You're a whore, and you always will be." Whoever it was hung up.

  I told Dani and Dave and they both immediately jumped up.

  "We have to leave," Dani said. "They must have found us, somehow. We should have changed motels, this one is too close to the truck stop. Someone must have spotted us."

  "It wasn't Charles," I said.

  "It doesn't matter. Let's go, grab your stuff."

  I didn't actually have much stuff, and Dani and Dave had most of their belongings in his truck so it was only about five minutes before we were out the door and headed to the parking lot. As soon as we reached it, though, my heart sank. Charles and his two security guards were standing in front of Dave's truck. It was already starting to get dark outside, and the rest of the parking lot was empty of people. The phone call had been a trap to get us to come out, and we had fallen for it without a second thought.

  "Well, well, look who it is. I told you you'd pay, you little bitch. I want all of my money back, for starters." He held a baseball bat in his hands, as did one of his men. The other one held a knife. "And if you guys run, well, I'm sure I can cause at least as much damage to this truck as what you stole from me." He slapped his hand with the bat menacingly.

  "It's her money, you leech," Dani yelled out. "You're nothing but a lousy pimp. She only took what you promised her. Now get the fuck out of here before we call the cops."

  "I'm sure the police would believe a whore and her lesbian friend over an upstanding business man with a chain of lucrative truck stops," he said. "But we aren't going to find out anyway."

  As soon as he said that, his two security guys rushed forward.

  Dave immediately stepped in front of us, pushing Dani and I behind his back.

  The guy with the bat took a swing at Dave, but because of the height difference he had to tilt the bat up to go for the head and Dave was able to shift his elbow up to let it glance past him. The momentum of the bat kept it swinging around, though, and as it did Dave caught it in one of his huge hands with reflexes that I never would have expected from someone so big. He gave a violent yank and pulled it from the hands of the surprised guard.

  Dave kept the bat moving in the same direction and let the handle of it slam into the wrist of the second guard, causing him to drop his knife. All of a sudden, Dave had disarmed both men and was standing there with a bat, at least head and shoulders taller than both of them. He flicked his wrist and the bat shot higher into the air as he caught the handle in his right hand.

  The two men looked at Dave, then at each other. At that point I think they both realized that Charles wasn't paying them enough and they turned and started running, leaving their boss on his own.

  The look on his face was very satisfying to me. Charles realized immediately that the tables had turned, and he was in a lot of trouble. Dave took a couple of steps towards him before he could even react, and with the truck directly behind him, he had nowhere to run. Like a caged animal, he went a bit crazy and took a wild swing with his bat at Dave.

  Dave blocked it with his own bat and then swung his around, catching Charles in the temple hard and knocking him to the ground. It was the second time Dave had knocked the man out, and I was even more happy to see it this time than I was the first time.

  Dave picked up Charles and threw him over his shoulder and we took him into our room. I found out later that before he became a trucker, Dave had earned his living as an underground fighter. He left that life to get away from the violence, but luckily he hadn't lost all of his skills yet.

  We got some rope from the truck and tied Charles up, although this time we didn't bother to strip him since we didn't have a plan about what to do with him. Although I did have a few ideas of my own.

  When he came to, the first thing he saw was me, standing in front of him wearing my jeans and a white tank top, bat in hand.

  I'd like to say that I was able to turn the other cheek, and that I let him go with just a warning not to fuck with me again. But that isn't the case. For one thing, I wanted to know who it was that had called us to lure us out, since the voice was so familiar. When he didn't answer me right away, I was actually kind of happy. After a few smacks with the bat, though, his lips loosened. So did some of his teeth.

  Turns out it was Frank. That fat fuck was still trying to screw with my life, and apparently had jumped at the chance at being involved in chasing me down. There was no way I could let him get away with it either. We had Charles call Frank, my bat right next to his head, ready to swing if he deviated at all from our script. He told Frank that they had caught me and if he wanted to have a go at me for old time's sake, he should come on down to the motel before they beat the hell out of me too badly. I think he was probably in his car before we hung up the phone.

  Within 15 minutes, there was a knock at the door. Dave opened it and Frank was standing there, breathing heavily from the short waddle from his car to the door. "I'm looking for Charles?" he said, probably figuring Dave was one of the security guys that helped catch me.

  "Ya, come on in," Dave boomed.

  As soon as Frank entered the room I slammed the bat into the side of his head. There was a satisfying smacking noise that was followed by a huge thud as his great bulk hit the floor. I had come up with an idea while we had waited, and once he was unconscious we wasted no time in putting it into action.

  By the time Frank came to, he was naked from the waist down, bound on his hands and knees to a chair that was in turn bound to the bed frame. Next to him was Charles in the same state.

  "What the fuck!" he screamed as soon as he had come to his senses. "Charles, what the fuck is going on!"

  Charles didn't say anything, so I answered. When he heard my voice, I saw his whole body slump forward, almost as if he knew what was coming.

  "Hello, Frank," I said.

  "Anna! What... what the hell... let me the fuck up, you stupid slut! Do you have any idea-"

  I slammed the bat against his huge, hairy ass hard, which instantly shut him up.

  "I don't even want to hear from you, Frank. I'll do the talking," I said.

  "You fucking stupid-" I wacked him again with the bat and then turned to Dave.

  "I think they'll need help shutting up, especially once we get started," I said. Dave nodded and walked around to the two men. He shoved a rag into each of their mouths and then wrapped duct tape around their head to keep it in.

  "Much better," I said. "I came to you almost a y
ear ago and you and I started doing what we did. I'm not going to stand here and claim that I was innocent and you took advantage of a poor little virgin. I knew what I was getting into at the time, and you and I had discussed our plan and the money situation. But over time, you got fucking greedy. Like the pig that you are in every part of your life, you started to take more from me while returning nothing extra. Soon I was doing things that I never signed up for, and you made sure that I was never really paid enough that I could leave.

  "And then, one day, you not only let a guy fuck me hard in the ass without lube, but you stole all of the money that I had saved up. It was my ass and pussy that these guys were fucking. I was the one that had to swallow all those filthy loads, sucking guys off while they took a shit or pissed on me. You think I was doing all of that because I liked it, you fucking dick? I did it for the money. To move on with my life. And then you took that all away and sold me, like a slave, to this other sadistic fuck." I turned my attention to Charles.