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continued to spasm in my mouth
for a few more moments and then he finally withdrew it, his hand in my hair
also releasing me. I wasted no time and bolted to my feet, running to the
shower and spitting out everything I could. I turned on the water and made it
as hot as I could bear, letting the scalding water pour down over me and into
my upturned and open mouth. I continued to fill my mouth with hot water and
then spit, trying to get every ounce of the cum and shit taste off of my
tongue. I was almost tempted to gargle with some of the soap from the
dispenser on the wall.
I scrubbed my body as clean as I could,
avoiding touching my tender asshole with the soap. It would be a while before
I could give that a good scrubbing, but I still let the hot water rain down on
it and I gritted my teeth hard against the pain. When I was finally as clean
as I thought I could get, I turned the water off and walked slowly into the
other room. The trucker was gone, and only a wet puddle of cum and my clothes
remained to remind me of the encounter. That and a very sore ass.
When I got dressed and made my way
downstairs, I ran into Frank on my way to my room. He had a smirk on his face
and asked how my job went. When I started to answer, he grabbed his nose and
pretended to wave away a bad smell.
"Whoa," he exclaimed.
"Smells like you've been eating shit. You should really brush your teeth
once in a while." He laughed raucously and then waddled away on his short
fat legs without even waiting to hear what I had to say. That's when I knew
that fat asshole had a hand in all of that. Even if it wasn't his idea, he
definitely knew it was coming.
Weeks 16-17
I spent the first few days after my last
encounter with a sore ass, but by mid week I felt a lot better. Unfortunately,
Frank must have put the word out that my backdoor was open for business,
because all of a sudden at least half of all the guys that came for my services
wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had resigned myself to my fate, but I had also
made sure to leave a bottle of lubrication in the little utility closet up in
the shower room as well as a small one in my purse.
I have to admit, at this point after
another week of getting reamed in the rear, I was actually starting to enjoy it
a little bit. With the proper lubrication and a finger on my clit, I was even
able to get myself off a few times. At least when I had been with a few of the
better looking and more gentle truckers.
I knew that Frank was sending these guys
to fuck my ass as a way to torment me. The fact that I was able to get off on
it now felt like a small victory, at least.
Week 18
Frank has caught on to the fact that I
like it in the ass now, and unfortunately I had to let him have a go. The
other day he called me into his office and as soon as I closed the door he told
me to strip as he dropped his pants. He said he heard from a bunch of his
trucker friends that I was getting off on their anal exploits and now he wanted
his turn.
It wasn't as bad as I thought for a few
reasons. First, since he was fucking my ass as I bent over his desk, I didn't
have to look at his fat disgusting body or face. Second, his dick was so small
it barely registered with me. I didn't even bother with lube, I was loose
enough from all the real cocks I had taken that his little pecker didn't even
hurt when he popped it in. The most uncomfortable part was his enormous belly
resting on my back as he slammed into me, but as usual he didn't last long and
as soon as he sprayed my bowels with his load he moved off of me and I was able
to leave.
Before I shut the door, though, he
ominously warned me that he had another surprise for me next week. Since his
last surprise was a cum shower from him and his fat friends, I was more than a
little worried about what this time may be. I know the only reason he even
told me was to get
for a few more moments and then he finally withdrew it, his hand in my hair
also releasing me. I wasted no time and bolted to my feet, running to the
shower and spitting out everything I could. I turned on the water and made it
as hot as I could bear, letting the scalding water pour down over me and into
my upturned and open mouth. I continued to fill my mouth with hot water and
then spit, trying to get every ounce of the cum and shit taste off of my
tongue. I was almost tempted to gargle with some of the soap from the
dispenser on the wall.
I scrubbed my body as clean as I could,
avoiding touching my tender asshole with the soap. It would be a while before
I could give that a good scrubbing, but I still let the hot water rain down on
it and I gritted my teeth hard against the pain. When I was finally as clean
as I thought I could get, I turned the water off and walked slowly into the
other room. The trucker was gone, and only a wet puddle of cum and my clothes
remained to remind me of the encounter. That and a very sore ass.
When I got dressed and made my way
downstairs, I ran into Frank on my way to my room. He had a smirk on his face
and asked how my job went. When I started to answer, he grabbed his nose and
pretended to wave away a bad smell.
"Whoa," he exclaimed.
"Smells like you've been eating shit. You should really brush your teeth
once in a while." He laughed raucously and then waddled away on his short
fat legs without even waiting to hear what I had to say. That's when I knew
that fat asshole had a hand in all of that. Even if it wasn't his idea, he
definitely knew it was coming.
Weeks 16-17
I spent the first few days after my last
encounter with a sore ass, but by mid week I felt a lot better. Unfortunately,
Frank must have put the word out that my backdoor was open for business,
because all of a sudden at least half of all the guys that came for my services
wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had resigned myself to my fate, but I had also
made sure to leave a bottle of lubrication in the little utility closet up in
the shower room as well as a small one in my purse.
I have to admit, at this point after
another week of getting reamed in the rear, I was actually starting to enjoy it
a little bit. With the proper lubrication and a finger on my clit, I was even
able to get myself off a few times. At least when I had been with a few of the
better looking and more gentle truckers.
I knew that Frank was sending these guys
to fuck my ass as a way to torment me. The fact that I was able to get off on
it now felt like a small victory, at least.
Week 18
Frank has caught on to the fact that I
like it in the ass now, and unfortunately I had to let him have a go. The
other day he called me into his office and as soon as I closed the door he told
me to strip as he dropped his pants. He said he heard from a bunch of his
trucker friends that I was getting off on their anal exploits and now he wanted
his turn.
It wasn't as bad as I thought for a few
reasons. First, since he was fucking my ass as I bent over his desk, I didn't
have to look at his fat disgusting body or face. Second, his dick was so small
it barely registered with me. I didn't even bother with lube, I was loose
enough from all the real cocks I had taken that his little pecker didn't even
hurt when he popped it in. The most uncomfortable part was his enormous belly
resting on my back as he slammed into me, but as usual he didn't last long and
as soon as he sprayed my bowels with his load he moved off of me and I was able
to leave.
Before I shut the door, though, he
ominously warned me that he had another surprise for me next week. Since his
last surprise was a cum shower from him and his fat friends, I was more than a
little worried about what this time may be. I know the only reason he even
told me was to get
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