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  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 sligh
tly 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.

  I spent the rest of the time before my next appointment cleaning up the little closet, mopping it down and then drying it off. I still had no clothes, but that didn't matter for the next guy that came upstairs.

  In fact, my mouth felt so disgusting still that I couldn't stand the thought of swallowing another load. When I saw the dick poke through the hole, I decided that since I was naked anyway I would give this guy a little something extra. I bent over and backed up, reaching behind myself and spreading my pussy lips, giving myself a few quick rubs on my clit to get my juices flowing. It usually didn't take that much for me to get wet. When I was ready, I pushed back until I felt the cock slide into my hole and I let out a little sigh. I was happy that this guy, at least, was big enough to make this work. I continued to slam my ass back against the wall and then forward again, getting the guy behind the wall fuck my pussy as hard as I could manage. I used one hand to support myself on the bucket beneath me while the other one raced around my clit.

  When I felt the hard cock swell within me and spray my womb with cum, I was still only about halfway to my own orgasm. I pushed back and forth a bit more but the cock on the other end wasn't interested in continuing and I felt it withdraw immediately.

  I sank down onto the floor and continued to rub myself. It took a few more minutes but I finally felt myself tense up and then come to a shuddering orgasm. As disgusting as this day had been, I felt like I needed a release to clear away the tension in my body, help me forget the events of earlier in a haze of euphoria. It worked a bit, but I still felt a bit of nausea every time I thought of Big Frank.

  I still had no clean clothes to wear, so I wrapped myself like a mummy in toilet paper and ran downstairs and through the truck stop to my room, getting a few whistles and catcalls as I did. Needless to say, that was the highlight, or lowlight, of the week.

  Week 10

  I've been steering clear of Frank as much as possible this week, which isn't that much really since he still comes to get me every time he gets a request. Aside from those times, though, I've made sure to avoid him whenever possible. He doesn't seem as angry anymore, maybe all of his rage shot out with his cum and washed down the drain that day. Who knows. I'm still keeping my distance. Ever since I saw that side of him I tend to think of him like a caged tiger. All quiet and content most of the time but if you let your guard down for a minute he'll tear your throat out without a second thought. He did corner me at one point and told me that he had a surprise for me. The way he said it, though, made me feel like it wasn't going to be the kind I was going to like.

  Aside from that, nothing special really happened. I took a few loads in the mouth through the hole, I had a shower with a big black trucker that liked sticking a soapy finger up my ass while he fucked my wet pussy against the tile wall, but other than that there was nothing to really write in detail about. It's actually been kind of a slow week but I'm not too upset about that. I think of it almost like a vacation, since I don't really get days off.

  Week 11

  Every time I think that I've sunk as low as I'm going to go, something new surprises me. This week my limits were tested once more. And yet again, it was by Frank.

  I woke up the other day to my fat boss pounding on my door. I looked at my watch and it was already 10 AM so it wasn't that unreasonable, although most of the time my encounters with truckers took place later in the day. I dreaded opening the door, unsure what kind of mood he would be in today. When I opened it up, though, the big man was grinning ear to ear. It was almost scarier than when he was glowering at me.

  "I'm having some friend's over tonight," he said. "We're going to play some poker and have some drinks and we'll expect some entertainment." It was clear that the entertainment was to be me. I just nodded at him, unsure what he expected me to say. Did he want me to say no so he could get mad at me again? I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. If I could fuck a bunch of random truckers, I could fuck his stupid fat friends just as easily.

  "Be ready around seven." He gave a little chuckle and then turned his massive body around. I watched him waddle away and I stuck my middle finger up at him as he went. I shut the door to my room and got back into bed. I slept for another couple of hours.

  Time passed quickly as I dreaded each passing hour more. Frank's friends started arriving at about five and they all disappeared into his little office. I saw he had set up a card table in there and had a case of beer sitting on his desk. From what I could see, there were six of them altogether, including Frank, and each one fatter or uglier than the next. I could see why they needed someone like me. I'd be surprised if any of them had any sort of girlfriend, never mind a wife.

  Eventually seven o'clock came around and I wandered over to the office. The guys were in the midst of playing poker and I could see more than half of the beer was already gone so they were all probably feeling pretty loose. Frank looked up from behind a big stack of chips and frowned at me, checking his watch. One of the other guys saw me standing in the doorway and turned to Frank.

  "Hey Frankie, is that the girl you promised us?" he asked.

  Frank nodded. "It is, but you know we have a pretty good game going here," he said.

  One of the other guys stuck and elbow in the first one's ribs as he added "Ya good for Frank, cuz he's got all the money!" They both laughed a bit, but they were eyeing the stack of chips in front of their host just the same.

  "Listen boys," said Frank. "If we all take a turn fucking this bitch we'll ruin the game and our night. Each of us will have to wait around and who wants sloppy seconds anyway - cuz I'm first if that's the way it's going down."

  They all started talking at once about how he promised them a good time and how they hadn't busted a nut in months.

  Frank raised his hands up to calm them down. "I know, I know. I'm not saying we don't still get our rocks off, but I'm looking at how we can do that AND finish our game and our beers." He turned to look at me. "Anna, get your ass upstairs, we'll be along in a minute."

  I didn't know what he was planning, but I was happy to leave his office. The smell of B.O. and beer was starting to make me queasy. I was hoping what he had in mind was using the glory hole since at least that would keep me mostly insulated from the smell of these guys. Not to mention the sight of them.

  When I got upstairs I went into my little closet and closed the door. I only had to wait about five minutes before I started hearing the unmistakable sounds of a herd of fat man clomping up the stairs, huffing and puffing amidst bouts of raucous laughter. The sounds got louder until they were right outside the closet.

  "Where is she?" I heard one say. All of a sudden the door was yanked open and Frank stood glaring at me.

  "What the fuck are you doing in here?" he said. "No glory holes today, get your ass out here and take your clothes off."

  I sighed but decided to do as he said
only in reverse order. I carefully took my clothes off and left them inside the bucket in the closet, not wanting any sort of repeat of last time. I had no idea what I was in store for but I had no interest in running downstairs like a toilet paper mummy again.

  I stepped out of the closet bare ass naked and all of the guys started hooting and hollering. One of them slapped my ass and someone else reached out and pinched my nipple. As much as I liked nipple play, there was nothing erotic about being surrounded by six fat and sweaty men that have had too many beers.

  One big black guy was already undoing his trousers. "So, what are we waiting for?" he asked.

  Frank put up a hand. "Hang on, hang on. Not here. Anna, get your ass in the shower." As he spoke he swatted my behind and I jumped as I made my way quickly into the shower area. It was just barely big enough for all of the guys to squeeze in as it was originally a set of about four stalls that Frank had converted into one to make it more agreeable to his clientele, most of whom weren't interested in showering beside a stranger.

  As they got in and crowded around me, they each started to unbuckle and drop their pants and underwear, exposing a variety of cocks to me.