Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (3 page)

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 through 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.

I stuck out my tongue and gave his hole a
little lick, grasping him between my thumb and index finger to keep him from
sliding back out on his side.  I could just imagine his fat, hairy belly
pressed up against the wall and his enormous ass pushed forward as much as he
could to get even this far through.  I let out a little giggle despite myself
and hoped he didn't hear me.

I continued to lick his little cock head
and put my mouth around as much of it as I could, however because hardly any of
it was poking through the hole in the wall, there was very little for me to get
into my mouth.  After a few minutes he still wasn't getting hard and he banged
on the wall again.

"Is this as good as my customers
get?  I'm surprised any of them ever come back for more, for fuck sakes.  What
kind of shitty ass blow job is this?" he grumbled.

As much as I knew all I was doing was
sucking cock through a hole, I can't really explain why his comment made me so
angry.  I guess I thought that this was actually something I was good at, as
silly as it is to care about being good at something like this.  Regardless, hearing
him blame me for his small dick got my blood boiling immediately.  That he had
been treating me more like a whore lately was also part of what was grating on
my nerves, despite the fact that I was acting like one.

"It's not my fault you have the dick
of an eight year old," I shouted through the wall.  That was a mistake. 
His dick immediately disappeared from the hole and the door to my little closet
was wrenched open.   Big Frank stood there glaring at me, his pants still
around his ankles although his belly hung down over his little dick in such a
way that I couldn't even see it.

"What did you say, you little
bitch?" he asked me.  He had never called me a bitch before.  I knew he
was mad, but for some reason I still stood my ground.

"You heard me," I said.  "I
don't work miracles back here, you know."  I could see in his eyes I was
going too far so I backed off and tried to save the situation.  "Look, if
you want a blow job why don't we just do it normally."  I reached forward
and stuck my hand under his flab and grabbed his pecker.  His eyes were still
smoldering as he glowered at me.   I rubbed him a little bit more and felt him
start to stiffen in my hand.  I bent forward turned my head to the side to
slide it under his belly, taking his dick in my mouth and giving it a hard suck
while swirling my tongue around it.  I continued doing this for about a minute
until he was larger but not quite fully erect.  His hand grasped my hair at
this point and he pulled me roughly off. 

I looked up at him and he had a weird look
on his face.  Not as angry any more, but with a bit of a sneer.  "Let's
try again," he suggested.  He stepped back and slammed the door shut.  I
thought I was in the clear in terms of his anger so I turned my attention back
to the hole.

Frank's dick suddenly reappeared, this
time coming through a little bit more although still not enough that I would be
able to get a great hold on it, but I knew I had to try.  I lowered my head
back down and put my mouth on it, closing my lips to make a seal.

I had only started to run my tongue along
it when I felt it stiffen and start to engorge.  I was surprised that he was
about to come so quickly, but thankful at the same time.  I kept my lips sealed
as I prepared to take his load, continuing to spin my tongue around the shaft
as I waited.

The blast that hit the back of my throat
wasn't cum.  My mouth filled instantly with warm thin liquid, and I felt some
of it hit the back of my throat and start to dribble down into my belly before
I realized what it was and pulled my mouth away.  That fat fuck had started to
piss into my mouth, and I couldn't spit it out fast enough as soon as I got the
chance.   But even as I did so, his cock continued to spray his putrid piss
down on me, soaking my tank top and matting my dirty blond hair down against my
scalp.  I fell off my bucket and landed on my back, my head turned to the side
as I coughed up more of the vile yellow fluid even as it continued to rain down
on me from the hole in the wall. 

I could hear Frank laughing on the other
side, his flow finally trailing off and becoming a dribble that just ran down
the wall beneath his cock.  I lay on the floor in the little closet, my body
soaked in urine and still trying not to gag from the taste.  My eyes were
stinging from some of the piss dribbling down from my hair.  I could feel tears
starting to form as I lay there humiliated, the only solace was that they
helped to wash the urine away and lessen the sting.

The door slowly opened and Frank stood
above me.  He had taken off his pants completely and stood in the doorway with
his half hard dick still dripping.

"We're not done," he said,
menacingly.

"What the fuck Frank," I said
from the floor.  One look up at him, though, and I bit my tongue.  He may be
still laughing to himself but his face was still a mask of anger.

"Get yourself into the shower and
wash off.  You need to finish what you started here," he pointed down at
his dick, "and I don't want any piss on me.  Then you need to clean this
room up."

I scrambled to my feet, anxious to clean
the piss of me and stripped off my sodden clothes as I ran to the shower.  I
turned on the water and waiting impatiently for it to heat up.  Frank stood at
the doorway watching me, his eyes roaming over my body.   I saw his dick
finally rise to full mast.

I stepped into the hot water and let it
pour over me, keeping my mouth closed as the clean water ran through my already
wet hair and pulled the piss down along my face towards the drain.  I filled my
hands with shampoo from the little dispenser and scrubbed at my hair and then
did a quick rub down over the rest of my body.  The scalding water hurt but was
cleansing, it couldn't be hot enough for this job.

When I was finally as clean as I thought I
could get, I turned off the water and stood dripping.  I had not brought a
towel and my clothes were filthy so I had nothing to dry myself with.  Frank
still stood at the doorway watching me, his fat hand lazily rubbing his cock
and keeping himself erect. 

I gave myself a little shake to not only
get the excess water off but to also cast off the last feelings of disgust. 
Just looking at his dick made me want to vomit now.  I wasn't sure I could go
back to sucking him off.  Luckily he solved that problem for me.

"You haven't brushed your
teeth," he said.  "I don't want your piss mouth on my dick." 

"I don't have a toothbrush up
here," I said, shrugging my shoulders.  I hoped that meant we were done.

Frank looked at me and tilted his head as
he thought, his meaty hand still rubbing his small, hard cock.  He then smiled
again, the same sneering smile that I had seen before being pissed on.

Frank walked forward into the shower
area.  "Get on your knees," he commanded.  I didn't know if he had
reconsidered the blow job so I mentally steeled myself to just do what I needed
to do as I dropped down.

He held out his hand so I lifted up my own
and he took it and placed it over his cock.  He then spun around, keeping my
hand firmly on his cock while his huge fat ass now loomed in front of me. 
Thick black hair covered most of it, and an unpleasant odor came from between
his massive cheeks.

He started to move my hand back and forth
on his dick until I began to continue stroking it on my own.  He kept his one
hand on mine, though, and then reached around with his other until he found the
back of my head.  Yanking me forward he rammed my face into his disgusting ass
checks, pressing me hard with a firm grip so that I couldn't pull back.  I
tried to breath out of my mouth so I wouldn't smell the rank stench coming from
his asshole.

"Your mouth is already filthy,"
he said.  "And I know you sucked that one guy off while he took a crap. 
So you shouldn't mind licking my ass while you do this."

His grip on my head was firm and I knew he
wasn't going to let me go until he had cum.  I just wanted this day to be over
with already, and from previous experience I knew Frank didn't take that long. 
Especially since he was already hard.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue and
licked his puckered brown ring, feeling him jerk as soon as my wet tongue
tickled him.

I continued to breath out of my mouth as I
licked around his tight hole and stroked his cock as fast as I could.  I felt
Frank push his ass back as my tongue was licking him, causing it to push
forward slightly right into his asshole.  What was it about guys and getting
their asses licked lately?  His cock swelled as I did it, though, and all of a
sudden I felt it spasm and cover my hand in warm sticky fluid.  Frank let out a
loud groan as he did so, his grip at the back of my head finally loosening. 
Another big load sprayed from his dick drenching the back of my hand again.

I pulled my head out from between his
sweaty ass cheeks and spit onto the shower floor, but I let the hand around his
cock continue to milk him until his grip loosened there as well and I knew he
was done.  As soon as I was free I jumped back to my feet and turned the water
back on.  Frank stood at the end of the shower, watching me scrub his slimy cum
from my hand and gargle the hot water, spitting it to the floor and repeating
multiple times.  He finally turned away and left, but I heard him shout back to
remind me to clean his piss out of the closet before my next appointment in an
hour.

 A few minutes later I heard the door shut
as he left me alone.  I let the water continue to run over me for another ten
minutes and then I finally shut it off.  I couldn't believe what had just
happened.  I made a mental note not to piss off Frank again.