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Authors: Anita Rimmer
Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel
Copyright © 2015 Anita
Rimmer
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This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's
imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
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Contents
When I look back at my life, I have few
regrets. There are, of course, things I would do differently but the sum of all
my parts have made me into who I am today and thus I wouldn't change even the
darkest time of my life. Even our mistakes have something to teach us, and
only through remembering our history do we learn to make better choices for our
future.
When I was 19 I left home, mad at my
parents and the world for imagined slights that were blown far out of
proportion. I dropped out of college and hitchhiked my way across the country
- it was a simpler time back then. You didn't have to worry about every stranger
being an axe murderer, and people were still enjoying the idea of free love. I
think the biggest fear people had were of some stray werewolf attacking you if
you were caught out on your own, but I feel like even those fears were blow out
of proportion. Most wolves had more to fear from men than vice versa. I
always felt like they were just misunderstood.
Like I said, I was young and naive.
I would often take odd jobs here and there
to earn some money, but eventually travelling all the time grew tiresome. So,
soon after I turned 20, I found a small room at the back of a shifter bar that
I could stay in for as long as I wanted. This place was pretty out of the way,
buried off in the woods where only the weres would find it. It was rare to
meet other humans here, other than the ones that worked here. Just to get here
you had to park about a mile away at the nearest road and then follow a hidden
path by foot. Unless you could run as a wolf or a bear, anyway.
I ended up spending almost a year there,
and in that time I kept a diary that I would write in about once a week,
depending on whether there was anything interesting going on to write about.
As you'll soon see, there often was.
You see, Big Frank, the initial owner,
only let me stay there rent free as long as I kept his customers happy.
Truckers were often lonely and frustrated men that had spent too long driving
solo across the country, but they had to stop and eat some time. There were
truck stops littered along all of the interstates across the country that would
offer them a meal or a quick shower. Frank wanted something that would make
his truck stop stand out from all the rest. I was that something. I was the
truck stop tramp.
I recently re-read my diaries and have
decided to share the stories from that time. I spent a lot of years being
ashamed of what I did back then, but I've since changed my opinion now that I'm
older, and I actually have at least one big reason to never regret that time.
Most of all, though, I think there is
power in knowledge, and I want others to learn from my past just as I have. I
was so young and naive back then. If only I had known then what I know now,
maybe those times wouldn't have been so dark. I may not have let myself be so
used and degraded, or perhaps I would have found my way out a little bit
sooner. At least before I sunk to the depths that I ended up in. But I
eventually found my way out, with a little bit of help, and I'm stronger for it
now.
So if you're interested, let me tell you
my story of that time.
I found a room at the Big Little Truck
stop off of the I-95. The owner, Big Frank, told me I could stay for free as
long as I helped "service" his customers. At first I thought he
meant he wanted me to fill up their trucks with gas, but he soon cleared that
up by unbuckling his pants as he explained he needed to first "sample the
merchandise" to make sure it was "up to quality".
Normally I wouldn't care that much, this
being the age of free love, after all, and I was no stranger to men or cocks.
But big Frank wasn't called that because of what he carried in his pants. He
was probably about 350 pounds and almost none of that extended to his pecker.
I swear, as soon as he dropped his pants and undershorts I just looked at him
and almost said "is that it?"
Needless to say, I dropped to my knees and
gave old Frank the best five minutes he's probably had in years. I really did need
a place to stay. I grabbed little Frank in my hand and gave him a couple of
tugs. He got hard immediately and fortunately that added enough to him that I
was able to get something into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him a
couple times and fondled his big sweaty balls. I honestly don't even know if
he even lasted a full five minutes. It probably just felt that long. It's
hard to judge time when you're sucking on something not much bigger than a
double A battery with a massive belly resting on your head.
But for whatever Frank was missing in
size, he made up for in volume. When he let his load loose, it shot out like a
fire hose to the back of my throat. I almost gagged as I tried to swallow each
spurt of the slimy goo as it sprayed forth. Luckily his dick wasn't taking up
any extra room in my mouth, otherwise I would have made a mess on his office
floor. As it was, I swallowed down every drop that hit my mouth and looked up
at him afterwards, licking my lips.
"Anna," he said when I was done,
"You're welcome to stay as long as you want." He even agreed to let
me eat my meals in the little greasy diner he had attached to the stop, with no
restrictions on the menu. I guess he knew that at about 100 pounds, I wasn't
going to cost him much.
I spent most of this week getting
acquainted with some of the regulars that big Frank would introduce me to. A
couple of them brought me back to their trucks for a quick roll, nothing
fancy. Most of them were almost as big as Frank but there were a couple of
younger guys who were actually pretty hot. With those guys, I actually even
enjoyed myself. But even the others weren't too bad. Sex is sex. It's
always been something I generally enjoyed, and I could always close my eyes and
pretend my partner is Prince Charming. Although usually Prince Charming isn't
asthmatic with a hacking smokers cough.
This week was a bit more rowdy. Big Frank
decided that now that he had me working for him he needed to "spice things
up" a bit. He barged into my room one evening and told me to follow him
as he had a great new idea to show me. He brought me upstairs to the shower
room. This was a room that he rented out cheaply to truckers that allowed them
to take a shower before heading back out onto the road. Let me tell you, it
was an idea I fully supported but that not nearly enough of his clientele took
advantage of. It was a pretty small area, mainly just a small room to get
changed, the shower, a closet and a toilet - but all totally private.
However, this shower area itself was not
new. What was new was that Frank had cut a small hole in the change room right
next to the maintenance closet. He called it his glory hole. He decided that
if customers requested to use the shower room (and paid the small fee), they
could also request to use the glory hole. They would stick their dick into the
hole, and I would be on the other end ready to receive it.
The next day I was summoned upstairs
almost before dawn. Frank pounded on my door and told me to run up and get
into the closet. It took me a few moments to remember what it was he was
talking about. I had barely rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and he had me up
and out of bed, pushing my ass up the stairs. When I got up there I was alone,
so I stumbled into the utility room and shut the door, turning the lock and
sitting down on an old overturned pail. I didn't bother turning on the light,
my eyes were happier in the dark after just having woken up. There was light
enough coming through the little hole next to me anyway.
I wasn't wearing a watch, it was too dark
to see one anyway, so I don't know how long I sat there before anything
happened. It was long enough that I had just started to nod off again when a
noise from the other side of the wall got my attention.
I shook myself awake and waited, not sure
what to expect. I mean, I understood the logistics of what was supposed to
happen but it was all new to me. I heard some shuffling around, but still
nothing coming through the hole. Maybe the guy changed his mind. Would I be
able to just leave? I didn't even really know the etiquette. I decided to take
a peek through the opening and see what was going on. The pail I was sitting
on was just the right height that I could stay on it and just move my head to
get a good view. I stuck my eye towards the aperture and immediately got poked
by something coming through.
I fell backwards in surprise, off of my
pail and onto the floor. I lay there for a moment rubbing my eye with one hand
and my now sore ass with the other. The room had all of a sudden plunged into
darkness, all of the light from the other side of the wall now blocked by
something.
I stood up off the floor and turned on
the light. Not surprisingly, there was a cock sticking through the wall now,
waiting patiently for some attention. I sat back down on my pail and looked at
it. It was fairly large, it's bulbous mushroom shaped head had a purplish
tint to it. I reached up slowly and grasped the warm shaft, feeling it already
start to harden. It was odd, to see a penis coming from a hole in the wall
without some hairy, sweaty trucker attached to it. It could be anyone on the
other side of the wall, and I found that thought oddly exciting.
I gave the mystery cock a couple of quick
rubs and then tentatively stuck out my little tongue and licked the tip.
Immediately it jerked in my hand as it felt the sudden wetness. Emboldened, I
licked it again from underneath, this time dragging my tongue slowly along the
bottom of the shaft starting right at the wall and moving all the way to the
head. His dick was very hard now, and I could already see a drop of pre-cum
oozing from the tip. I licked it off and rolled it on my tongue. It tasted
both sweet and salty at the same time, an odd combination that I actually found
fairly pleasant. I wondered idly what he'd had for dinner last night since I'd
read that diet could affect the taste.
Putting one hand firmly around the base to
keep him still, I pushed my lips up against the head and opened them slowly as
I slid forward, running them along the shaft while at the same time making
circles around his hardness with my tongue. I pulled back and then forward
again, all the way to my fist that still held him. I could totally get use to
doing this. I didn't have to worry about someone pulling my hair, or jamming
their cock deep enough down my throat to make me gag. Here I could completely
control hot deep I took it or how fast I went.
Still, though, I didn't want this to take
all day so I picked up my pace and removed my hand, letting my mouth take in a
little bit more but still allowing me to keep it at a comfortable level.
Without any other visual or auditory cues,
it was fairly difficult to tell just how far along this guy was. Usually I
could tell when a guy was getting close because he would pull my head down
harder or push a little deeper with his hips. If I was grabbing his balls,
they may tighten right before he came. As it was, the only warning I got was a
slight swelling of the cock in my mouth, followed by a quick spasm and then my
mouth was filled with sweet and salty cum. I swallowed as much of it down as I
could but let the rest spill out from around my mouth as I realized he couldn't
see anyway.
As soon as I removed my mouth, the cock
disappeared from the hole. I found some rags in the closet and wiped up the
mess on the floor and wondered what I should do. Am I supposed to leave now,
or hang out until he leaves? I didn't actually want to run into whoever it was
on the other side. I figured my imagination was almost assuredly better than
the reality, and I shuddered at the thought of having to stand around now and
make small talk with the guy.
I gave it a few more minutes and then
quickly peeked through the hole again, this time a little bit more carefully.
I didn't see anyone on the other side, so I stood up and opened the door. I
was alone. I made my way back downstairs and went back to sleep.
Frank came to get me two more times that
day, and then multiple times every day for the rest of the week. I still had
regular trysts inside of trucks as well, but it seemed like this new idea of
his was quickly becoming a favorite of some of his regulars.