Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel by Anita Rimmer Page A

him get in, get off
and get out.
     
    As I suspected, once I stopped struggling
the man grew restless and finally approached me.  He continued to stay directly
behind me though, so I didn't even bother trying to look back to catch a
glimpse.  Let him think that I didn't care and maybe that would make him leave.
     
    I heard him drop down to his knees and
felt a hand gingerly grab my ass, which was still up in the air with my knees
underneath me.  He gave me a little squeeze, and then a rub.  Gently at first,
moving his large palm all around the globe of my pale white ass cheek in a
circle.  Then, without warning, his hand moved away and then returned with a
very hard slap.  I screamed out into the gag in my mouth but only a muffled
sound escaped. 
     
    Again he hit my ass and again I cried out
in vain.  His slaps were much harder than the ones I had endured a few weeks
ago during my first anal encounter.  Those ones were meant to make me shut up. 
These ones were designed to make me scream.  His slaps rained down on me again
and again and my ass burned.  I struggled despite the promise I had made to
myself not to, but I was bound too tightly.
     
    Finally, the blows stopped and a finger
immediately pressed into my pussy.  To my surprise, it slid in easily.  Despite
the pain, my pussy had responded by getting wet.  He pushed another one in and
began to saw in and out with them.  They then disappeared from my wet gash and
pressed against my upturned asshole.  The lubrication from my pussy allowed
them to go in easily, although once they had made it past the second knuckle it
started to hurt.  He pulled his fingers back out and shoved them roughly back
into my pussy to wet them again, and then back up to my ass.  He continued to
do this a few times until his fingers were moving in and out of my ass without resistance.
     
    Finally his hands disappeared and I heard
him fumbling with his pants.  His hand slapped my ass again, this time in the
middle and catching my labia by surprise.  I cried out again but he continued
to slap even as I yanked hard against the ropes, still unable to move.  I
wanted to rub my ass, soothe away the burn from my pussy lips.  Tears were
rolling down my face.  I knew this was a punishment sent from Frank.  My final
send off, perhaps.  I just had to endure and then get the fuck out of here.  I
would spend some of my savings on the first hotel I could find my way to,
whether I had to hitchhike or walk.
     
    The slaps finally stopped and I felt a
hard fat cock press into my pussy.  I was still wet for whatever reason, and he
slipped in quickly and without resistance.  After a couple of strokes he pulled
it out and then slammed hard into my asshole, sinking from his hips to mine on
the first thrust.
     
    Again I screamed into my gag, and again I
was only rewarded by a muffled moan.  I was lucky he had lubricated me first,
but I knew that was likely more for his own benefit than mine.  From what I'd
heard, a dry fuck can hurt a guy almost as much as a girl sometimes.
     
    He continued to slam hard into my ass,
each thrust shoving me wildly forward and causing my head to bang into the
wooden bench to which I was bound.  About every minute, the mystery man would
pull out and switch holes, from pussy to ass and back again.  I was sure it was
unsanitary, but again, I knew he didn't care.  Tears were washing down my face,
from both frustration and pain.  My head continued to bang into the bench and
every so often another slap would pummel down on me by surprise. 
     
    I wasn't sure how long it took, probably
about ten minutes, but finally I felt the man tense up and let loose a load of
cum into my ass.  After a couple of spurts, he pulled it out and pushed it into
my pussy before he lost his hardness, and I felt another couple of squirts
enter that hole. 
     
    When he was done, he gave me one more half
hearted slap on the rear before standing up and leaving.
     
    A little