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Diary of a Secret Slut

byLoreLai©

June 1
7:38 p.m.

I'm already fucking sick of this and it's just begun. It's been 13 hours of staring at trees and houses and highway...for what? To get to some stupid resort where the boys can swim and Allen can bitch about how expensive everything is. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and my husband, but the boys could just as easily swim in the neighbor's pool and Allen can CERTAINLY just as easily bitch about money at home. Besides, I really didn't wanna go on this vacation. I'm tired. I want a break. I've been the model daughter, the model wife, the model mother my entire life. I need some ME time for a change. For one week, one day, one hour, I don't wanna be a married, mother of two who does everything that's expected of her. I need to get away, even if it's just for a couple of hours, so I can do something crazy and wild. Ideally, I need a large Cuban man to give me a massage then flip me over and rub my clit until I cum. I wonder if they have those at family resorts these days?

8:11 p.m.

The boys are whining about being bored, so Allen decides to find a truck stop to pull over at so they can pee. They don't need to pee, though. They want out of this fucking hellhole prison of a van just as much as I do. (After this trip, I will forever dub this van the "paddy wagon"...because that's what it feels like.) The boys just want to be there already so they can swim. I want to be there already so I can find that Cuban.

8:19 p.m.

Allen finds an exit that has gas AND a McDonald's with a Playland. Fine with me. The kids can go pee and climb around a bit. Allen can fill up the gas tank and check the map, then scream at us all to get back into the van (aka paddy wagon) so we can "make time". Can't wait. I would like to stretch my legs a bit and maybe grab a drink. Anything to get out of this fucking van...even if it's only for five minutes.

8:21 p.m.

Allen pulls up in front of one of the pumps at the gas station. The boys throw the door open and scramble out like a couple of prison escapees...how fitting. I know how they feel, though...I open my door before the van even quits moving. Allen tells me he wants to be outta here in 10 minutes at the latest as he runs off after the boys. Great. Ten minutes of freedom. Woohoo.

8:22 p.m.

I go into the convenience store and begin perusing. Drinks, snacks, minor essentials. I don't even know what I'm shopping for, really. I take a deep breath in. At least I'm not suffocating in that van anymore. Thank goodness for small favors.

8:23 p.m.

I've gathered an armful of drinks and snacks for everyone. I'm about to go up to counter to pay for everything because if my watch is correct, I know I only have eight more minutes of freedom and I'd like to use them wisely. There's a man standing at the counter, though. He makes my heart stop. He's gorgeous, but not the traditional GQ kinda gorgeous. He's rugged. He has a beard that's at least a few days old. But he's also tall, tan, and well-built...a construction worker, perhaps? For some reason, I sink down in one of the aisles to hide so they can't see me as I listen to him speak with the store clerk.

"Gimme a pack of Marlboro reds," says Mr. Possible Construction Worker.

"Sure, buddy," says the clerk as he reaches for a pack of cigarettes.

"Oh, and go ahead and gimme that 'Playboy', too."

"The road gets lonely sometimes, huh?" the clerk asks with a chuckle.

"Damn straight. Man, I've been living in Montana with this psycho-bitch for awhile. I mean, don't get me wrong, the pussy was great, but she was completely nuts. A couple days ago, I hopped into my Jeep to head back home to Florida and leave that mess behind. It feels like it's been weeks since I had a piece, though!"

"I hear ya, dude. I'd take a 'Playboy' and my hand over some crazy slut any day. Who needs 'em?"

"Fuckin'-A, man."

"Blue Jeep on Pump #5?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Ok, then, that'll be $41.47 including the gas."

Mr. Possible Construction worker hands the clerk some crinkled bills and asks, "Hey man, you got a restroom in here?"

"Yup, just around that corner," he says, pointing to his left.

"Good. I need some 'alone time' with Ms. January here, if ya know what I mean," he says with a wink.

The clerk laughs as he hands him his change. "I most certainly do!"

I watch as Mr. Possible Construction Worker guy slinks off towards the restrooms, "Playboy" in hand. A thought crosses my mind, but then I quickly block it out because it's too insane to even consider. I walk up to the clerk and drop my stuff onto the counter, still staring in the direction of the restrooms.

The clerk somehow reads my mind...sort of. "Are you looking for the restrooms?"

I shake my head 'yes'.

"They're right around that corner. You can leave your stuff here and come back if you want."

"Thanks." I smile sheepishly as I walk towards the restrooms, knowing full well that I have absolutely no reason to be headed in that direction.

8:26 p.m.

Not paying attention, I run smack into Allen as he's leading the boys from the men's room. He tells me he's going to take them to play for a bit and gas up, then reminds me that I only have five minutes left, so I'd better hurry. I shake my head and take a sharp left towards the woman's room.

8:27 p.m.

I grab the door handle, then let it go. I turn and look towards the men's room. I look back out into the store...no one's coming this way. I run over towards the men's room, my heart pounding, grab the door handle, and jerk it open. It appears to be empty, but then I hear a moan. I assume it's coming from Mr. Possible Construction Worker...he must be in one of the stalls already enjoying his magazine. I walk into the men's room before anyone sees me. I slowly tip-toe towards the last stall and sure enough, he's in there. I hear him moaning again. Then, I notice that although the door is closed, it's not latched shut. I take a deep breath, grab the door, walk into the stall, and lock it shut behind me.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he yells.

I look at his face, then down at his cock. It's so hard and veiny...I can almost see it throbbing.

"Get out of here!" he yells, still holding the "Playboy" in one hand and his cock in the other.

I can't believe what I'm about to do, but it's much too late to turn back now. I've made my decision.

Without a word, I lift my shirt up over my head and discard it onto the floor. His mouth drops open a bit, but he doesn't say anything. I then unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor with my shirt. He lunges forward, finally dropping the "Playboy" and removing his hand from his cock, and grabs both my tits roughly. He bends down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he rubs the other one back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. I moan slightly and he sucks harder, pinches harder. I breathe in deep, taking in his musky, manly smell...I feel alive again. I reach down and grip his cock in my hand. I grab it tightly and begin to stroke back and forth. He lets go of my tits and stands up straight, then reaches down and begins fumbling with the button on my jeans. He hurriedly tries to get them off of me. Finally, he succeeds and he rips them down to my ankles along with my panties, then spins me around. He pushes me down, positioning me so that I'm bending over the toilet, my arms resting on the back of it. I lean over, my ass up in the air, knowing what was about to happen...and when it did, I had no idea how good it was going to feel to get fucked by a total stranger. He shoved his cock unceremoniously inside me and began pounding away at my cunt. His fingertips dug into my hips as he fucked me, as he used me. I could feel his balls slapping up against my pussy lips. My tits kept swinging out beneath me, hitting the cold porcelain, making my nipples rock hard. Within seconds, I heard him groan loudly and felt his rhythm begin to slow. Even though I hadn't cum, I felt quite satisfied as his hot cum filled my cunt.

8:33 p.m.

After he pulled his still hard cock from within me, I bent down to grab my pants. As I began pulling them up my legs, though, he stopped me by grabbing me and forcing me to stand up straight. His hands came around my body again and he took my tits in his hands and mauled them. He worked my soft flesh in his hands as though he were molding clay, stopping every so often to pinch my nipples, forcing them harder. Suddenly, one of his hands shot downward past my stomach and he rammed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and leaned back against him slightly.

"Ever had your ass fucked?" he asked me.

I shook my head "no".

"You'll love it," he said.

As he began pushing his fingers harder into my cunt, I got nervous. I was afraid this guy was gonna hurt me. I've heard nightmares about anal sex, which is why I always told Allen that I would never do it. But here I was, fucking some stranger in a restroom, allowing him to do to me what I'd always thought I'd never allow any man to do to me.

He added another finger to my cunt, pushed them inside me as far as they'd go, then withdrew them and held them out in front of us for a second so I could see all the cum that he'd unloaded inside me. He then brought his hand around to my backside. To my surprise, he didn't just go for it and start shoving his cum inside me. He took one finger and delicately started rubbing back and forth across my tight hole. I couldn't believe how fucking fantastic it felt. Sensations I hadn't known existed started to flood my body. To my surprise, I began circling my hips, pushing back against his finger. It was then and only then, that he inserted one finger past the rim of my asshole and began pushing his way inside me. It didn't hurt nearly as much as expected...in fact, it felt better than anything I could remember feeling in my entire life. I could feel him pushing his cum, still hot, into my ass.

Just as I was getting into it, though, he pulled his finger from within me and shoved me aside. I was terribly disappointed. I really thought he was going to make me cum. But then I watched as he sat down on the toilet...his cock was already as hard again as it had been when I'd first walked into the stall.

"C'mere and sit that hot lil' ass on my cock, honey," he said, leaning back.

I blindly followed instructions. I just wanted more. I wanted more of him. Fuck, I wanted to cum. At this point, I was even curious about getting my ass fucked. It felt so good when he fucked it with his finger...I could only imagine how great his cock would feel. I turned away from him and backed up towards him. I spread my legs wide and began to squat down towards his lap. I looked between my legs and found his harder than hard cock pointing straight up towards its destination. I watched as he grabbed the base of his cock and guided it upward as I guided my ass downward.

I felt the tip of his cock against my asshole and I panicked a bit. I was so afraid this was going to hurt, but I needed this. I had to get fucked up the ass and I had to have it right now. With a little hesitation, I began to sink further down into his lap, pushing my asshole down over his cockhead. The tip of his thick cock slipped inside me effortlessly and I already felt full. Aside from a lil' burning, though, it felt really fuckin' good. I wanted more. So, I lowered myself down over his cock, further and further, until I was impaled on his dick entirely.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear. "That was the hard part...it's easy from here on out, I promise."

I leaned back against his chest, suddenly trusting this total stranger. He brought his hands around and again started pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned. Before I even realized it, I'd begun to move my hips in small circles. His cock was moving in and out of me. I was being ass fucked.

8:38 p.m.

He slid one of his hands down to my pussy and moved a finger along my wet slit. I continued to move my hips in circles...bigger circles now, allowing more of his cock to enter and exit the tightest of my holes. I felt him part my pussy lips with his thumb and forefinger...the cool air rushing against my soft, hot wetness. He found my clit. It was already beginning to harden. As he rubbed my clit in small, tight circles and pinched the nipple of my left breast, he whispered in my ear, "Now, fuck my cock with your ass while I make you cum."

This time, I didn't hesitate.

I used all the energy I had in my legs and pushed my entire body up and down over his cock. My ass opened up to his thick cockhead each time, allowing him full access to my anal passage. He rubbed my clit harder and harder...I could feel my pussy dripping and I knew his hand had to be soaked. He pinched my nipple harder. The strongest sensations I've ever had filled my body. I bounced up and down over his cock like a whore. I could feel my orgasm building, overtaking me. I wanted this to last all night. I wanted this stranger to ass fuck me and make me cum until I couldn't take it any longer.

8:41 p.m.

I lost it. He pushed as hard as he could on my clit as he circled it fast and rough, pinched my nipple as hard as humanly possible, and bit the base of my neck. I felt like I was being driven insane with lust. I began to bounce wildly up and down over his cock, which sent me over the edge. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body shook. Wave after wave of sexual climax rolled through me. I kept riding his cock through my orgasm until finally, I collapsed onto his lap.

8:42 p.m.

He stood up, with my ass still impaled on his cock, and once again positioned me over the toilet. I was still on my sexual high...still orgasming mentally, so I didn't give a fuck what he did. I just allowed him to position me so he could fuck my ass. He really pounded me with as much force as he could. My tits swung out beneath me in rhythm to the pounding I was receiving. I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the fucking of my lifetime.

8:43 p.m.

He came inside me again, filling my ass with his cum, then pulled himself from within me quickly. I'd come down from my orgasm by now. As soon as I was empty, my body no longer impaled with cock, I smacked head on into reality. I suddenly remembered that Allen and the boys were waiting for me outside.

8:44 p.m.

I dressed as quick as possible, then made my way out of the stall and flew towards the restroom door. "Wait!" he called after me. "Let's hook up again sometime!"

But, it was too late. I was gone.

8:44:22 p.m.

I ran straight through the convenience store and out the front door, not daring to look back, and kept running all the way through the parking lot to the van. I hopped back into the passenger seat and quickly buckled my seatbelt.

"Where the hell were you?!" asked Allen.

"The restroom," I answered honestly.

"But you're 13 minutes late!"

"Just drive."

"Are you ok? You look flushed. Are you sick or something?"

"I'm fine...now," I answered, again, honestly.

"Good, then, let's get going. Only three more hours to Orlando, boys!"

8:46 p.m.

Back on the road with my family. Orlando or bust.

9:15 p.m.

Can't stop thinking about what happened in the restroom. I replay it in my mind again.

9:53 p.m.

Replay it again.

10:22 p.m.

Replay it again.

11:37 p.m.

Replay it again.

11:54 p.m.

We pull up in front of the hotel. Allen and the boys make their way inside to check in. I, meanwhile, open the back of the van and start sorting our luggage.

11:55 p.m.

A Blue Jeep screeches into the parking lot and just stops.

11:56 p.m.

It hits me. Mr. Possible Construction Worker told that store clerk that he was headed to Florida, too. And he said he was driving a Blue Jeep. That couldn't possibly be him parked behind me, could it?

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