The Diary Ch. 06

### Day 35 - Saturday

3.45am.

"Are you awake?" Kate's message read.

"I am now." I replied, the alert having roused me from my slumber, "What's up?"

"Who was that man at the hotel? I really need to know."

"I'm not sure exactly. Cassie found him online."

"Am I going to have to do that again?"

"Probably."

"How much did he pay?"

"Not much."

"I'm really worried."

"What about?"

"This is going too far. We're all going to end up in big trouble."

"Maybe. Maybe not. If you're so worried why were touching yourself earlier?"

"Just because I get excited sometimes in the heat of the moment doesn't mean I wouldn't like it all to stop."

"You love it."

"I don't."

"So what if I offered to come over and fuck you in the back garden right now?"

"I'd say no."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I pulled my cock out from my boxer shorts and took a picture.

"You don't want this?" I questioned, attaching the image.

"No."

"You're happy with your husband's?"

"Yes."

"How much bigger is mine again?"

"A lot."

"And you like big cock?"

"Yes."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Send me a video."

A couple of minutes later I was watching a dark, grainy clip, fourteen seconds in length. It was difficult to make out what was happening, but after playing it for a second time I could see her hand gently moving side-to-side in her panties. The audio was also interesting. Her husband could be heard lightly snoring next to her.

"So shall I come over?" I asked again.

"Yes." she replied this time.

"Haha. Too bad. You missed your chance. I'm going back to sleep."

### Day 36 - Sunday

Cassie had told me that she and her mum would be home alone from midday until about three o'clock. I arrived at their house just as her dad and sister were driving off for whatever it was they had planned together.

Kate had not been told I was coming over but she didn't seem too surprised when I arrived at the front door.

"Where's Cassie?" I asked, as I stepped inside.

"Upstairs," she meekly replied.

"Is it OK if I go up and cum all over her face?"

She sighed and turned to walk away.

"I asked you a question," I snapped, grabbing her tightly by the wrist.

"Yes," she replied, "Go and do it."

"Do what? I want to hear you say."

"Go and cum on her face."

I laughed and then headed upstairs. Cassie and I fucked for the next hour, being as loud as possible to ensure Kate would hear us going hard at it.

"I told your mum I was going to cum on your face," I panted as I neared climax.

"No," Cassie said, shaking her head, "I want you to cum in her mouth."

She pushed me away and sprang up from the bed.

"Let's go," she said standing naked in the doorway.

I looked down at my pulsating cock, covered in her slime. Is she expecting this to go into her mum's mouth? I wondered.

Kate was sitting at the kitchen table marking some papers. She kept her gaze fixed on them as we entered. Without any warning Cassie grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her roughly to the ground.

"He's going to cum in your mouth," she spat viciously, "And you're going to swallow it all. Every fucking drop."

"Open your mouth," I demanded, jerking my cock.

"No!" Cassie injected, "Don't use your hand. Fuck her face."

I smiled, and again examined the glistening remnants she had left on my dick.

"You want her to clean your pussy juices off me?" I quizzed.

"Yes," Cassie nodded, "Make her do it."

I place my hand on the back of her Kate's head and guided my cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, despite its state. Just as I started to thrust my hips back and forth a little, Cassie again took a fistful of her mother's hair.

"Get it right it there," she snarled, pushing her forward onto my cock, "This is what whores like you are for, isn't it?"

I would have preferred to have held out for longer, but my balls erupted as soon my cock hit the back of her throat. She coughed and spluttered as the sizable load I unleashed flooded down her esophagus.

"What the fuck is that!" Cassie screamed, pointing at some cum that had dropped onto the kitchen floor, "Lick it up you cheating fucking whore!"

As I watched Kate follow this instruction - doing so without any hesitation - Cassie handed me her phone.

"Read this message," she said, with a nasty little smile.

I frowned, confused, as I looked down at the screen.

"It's from her punter," Cassie explained, "The guy that used her at the hotel."

"I enjoyed your whore." it began, "I would really like to book in with her again, please. I'd being willing to pay a lot more than last time.

I want more than a blow-job this time though...much more."

"Nice," I chuckled, "Have you replied?"

"Of course," she confirmed, "Tomorrow lunchtime she's going back to the hotel."

### Day 37 - Monday

I was distracted all afternoon thinking about Kate, alone with the man at the hotel. We knew nothing about this guy, he could have been doing absolutely anything to her.

"Any news?" I texted Cassie, as I walked over to my car at around 3pm.

"Not yet." she replied, "I think we should go over there?"

"Ok. I'll come pick you up."

It was four o'clock by the time we arrived. Cassie was visibly anxious as we pulled into the carpark.

"There's his car," she announced pointing over at the Mercedes we'd seen last week.

We parked up and waited silently. I couldn't help but feel that we'd truly taken things too far this time. Not wanting to think too deeply about the consequences we'd have to face if things had gone seriously awry, I found something on my phone to act as a distraction and started tapping away.

"Oh fuck," Cassie gasped, about ten minutes later, "We didn't agree to that!"

I looked over towards the hotel entrance and saw the man leaving with two other people. Another guy and a woman. They were smiling and laughing as they climbed into his car.

After they drove off we made our way swiftly up the room. Neither of us had a key, so we had to knock on the door.

"Fuck," Cassie whispered, as we were met by silence.

I banged the door again, harder this time. Still nothing.

"What are we going to do?" Cassie queried, the panic in her voice now becoming more acute.

"I don't know," I shrugged, placing my ear to the door, "I think can hear the shower."

I started thumping harder and harder. Cassie looked nervously up and down the hallway, clearly concerned about the attention we might attract.

The door flew open. Kate appeared, with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her body.

"What took you so long?" Cassie complained, before breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

"Sorry," her mum replied, calmly, "They've just left. I was taking a shower."

"What happened?" I asked, "Did you set-up the camera?"

"I did, but they unplugged it."

I looked over at it, laying lifeless on the desk, and shook my head in frustration.

"Why's your face so red?" Cassie asked, noticing the fiery glow coming from Kate's left cheek.

"They kept slapping me," she explained.

"Just your face?" I asked.

"No. My tits and arse too."

"How are you going to explain that to my dad?" Cassie questioned, seeming to place the blame for this predicament squarely with her mother.

"I don't know," Kate answered, "But it's worse than that. This is permanent marker."

She dropped the towel to reveal what they had written on her. "Slut", "cunt", "cum dump" and - most intriguingly to me - "piss-whore".

"They peed on you?" I asked, unable to suppress a smile as I did.

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

"Even your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Nasty bitch," Cassie interjected.

Kate looked down at her watch.

"I really need to get home," she said, "It's getting late."

"Where's the money?" I asked, ignoring her concerns about the time.

"He said he put it in the drawer."

I walked over and opened it.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "There's £500 here."

"Are you serious?" Cassie asked, excited.

"Yes."

I handed her the bundle of cash and she started counting.

"He left a note too, look."

"Had a great time." it read, "I'll happily pay same every day this week, if she's available?"

"Oh my god," Cassie laughed, "I hope you don't have any plans bitch. Looks like you're going to be working here for a while!"

### Day 38 - Tuesday

Cassie and I arrived at the hotel at a similar time as yesterday. When we pulled up, the man was just getting into his car to leave.

We went up to the room and found the door had been left ajar. Inside, Kate was tied to the bed. She was blindfolded and gag. Numerous patches of her body were glowing a fiery pink and there were vast quantities of cum dumped all over her. It was on her tits, her face, in her hair and also leaking from her cunt.

"Shit," I chucked, "Looks like they had some fun."

Cassie pulled away the blindfold and gag.

"How many of them were?" she asked, picking up the wedge of bank notes on the bedside table.

"Five," Kate replied.

"Did you enjoy it?" I quizzed.

She looked up at me silently, and then towards Cassie.

"Answer him," she snapped.

"No," Kate responded.

I suspected she was lying, but I didn't want to push her for truth in front of Cassie. I waited until later in the evening, around eleven o'clock, and sent her a message.

"Did you really not enjoy it?" I wrote.

"Some of it I did." she quickly replied.

"Which bits?"

"Getting fucked."

"Were they rough?"

"Very."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes. Four times."

"Are you looking forward to going back tomorrow?"

"Not sure. The main guy is really rough with me. I like it at times but I don't know how far he's going to take it. It's a bit scary."

### Day 39 - Wednesday

The punter sent Cassie a message early this morning asking if he could take Kate out of the hotel room today on a little field trip.

"Where do you want to go with her exactly?" she asked.

"There's a dogging site not too far." he responded, "I wanted her to suck a few random cocks. I'll pay a extra."

Cassie told him that there was no need for the additional payment, but she wanted the whole thing filmed. He was happy with these terms and the agreement was made.

"That's fucking nasty." I replied to Cassie after reading through the screenshots of their conversation.

"I know." she replied, "But it's what the cheating cunt deserves."

As much as I was enjoying all this, there was something playing on my mind that I had to share with Cassie.

"Are you not worried about him finding out that your her daughter?" I asked.

"Not really." she replied, "Why should I be?"

"He's clearly a bit of a pervert. I'm not holding that against him, but if he realises that she's your mum, he could use it against you."

"Well he's not going to find out, so stop worrying."

I tried my best to take this advice and went about my day.

At two o'clock Cassie forwarded me a short video the punter had sent her. It showed her mum down on her knees in a car park sucking on some stranger's cock. He came in her mouth, and she dutifully swallowed.

A few minutes later a second short clip arrived. Another blow job, though this time Kate was completely naked and the cum was dispatched onto her tits.

"She's such a fucking whore." Cassie commented, "She doesn't even looked bothered."

The third and final clip was a little longer. It showed Kate bent over the bonnet of the punter's Mercedes. With one hand he was filming and with the other he held onto both ends a brown leather belt that was wrapped around her neck.

"You like getting fucked with out here in public don't you?" he goaded from behind the camera.

"Yes," she answered eagerly, "I love it."

He suddenly stopped fucking and pulled hard against the belt, causing Kate to start choking. This was intriguing to watch, but after just a few seconds her face started to flush, and I couldn't help but feel some concern that he might draw it out a little too long.

To my relief he released her, letting go of one end of the belt so it slid free. As she started to gasp for air he swiped the leather down against her back with an almighty crack!

"Ow!" she screamed, as the punter laughed sadistically and the screen turned black.

### Day 40 - Thursday

Last night I expressed my concerns that the punter was being a little too extreme, and suggested to Cassie that we shouldn't send her mum back to the hotel again. She fervently disagreed with this opinion - pointing out that Kate is a "cheating whore", and that is precisely how the man has been treating her.

I had no desire to turn this disagreement into a full-blown argument, so, instead of pressing my case any further, I assured Cassie that I would happily go along with whatever ever she decided. This was a stance that I quickly came to regret.

At four o'clock this afternoon, we pulled up in front of the hotel. We had a quick glance around the carpark and, not seeing the punter's car, decided to head up to the room. We found the door ajar, and the room completely empty.

"Did he say he was taking her out again?" I asked.

"No," Cassie replied, as she started frantically tapping away at her phone, "He didn't."

After she had sent messages to both the man and to Kate, we retreated back down to my car. For another hour we waited, watching the carpark entrance for any sign of their return, and constantly checking Cassie's phone in the hope that either of them might have replied.

Eventually a message did arrive, but not from a source that we were expecting. It was Cassie's dad.

"I've just heard from you mum." it began, "She's got some work crisis and isn't going to be home till really late. Thought we could get a takeaway?"

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, reading this.

Cassie had suddenly turned a ghostly shade of white.

"I don't know what to do," she sighed.

There was nothing we could do. Neither Kate nor the punter had replied to her messages, and we had not the first clue where they could be. I dropped Cassie back at her house and then drove home.

My evening was horrible. I was checking my phone every two minutes hoping for news, as I tortured myself by playing through the various doomsday scenarios that I thought might be about to unfold.

At eleven o'clock my phone pinged.

"She's back." Cassie's message read.

"Thank fuck!" I quickly typed in reply, breathing a heavy sigh of relief, "How does she seem?"

"Normal. Really normal."

"Did you ask where she's been?"

"No. I'll find out tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

I had no intention of waiting that long. I held off for another hour and then sent Kate a message.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked.

"I don't know exactly." she replied, "I was tied-up and blindfolded most the day."

"What happened?"

"He was waiting for me outside the hotel. As soon as I got out my car, he ordered me into the back of his.

After we pulled out of the carpark he handed me the blindfold and told me to put it on. We carried on driving for about twenty minutes, before he stopped. He lead me into a building. I couldn't see a thing, but it reeked of piss.

He walked me down some stairs, then he threw me onto a mattress. The whole place really stank.

He tied my hands behind my back and told me to wait. I lay there for at least an hour. I had no idea where I was, or what was about to happen.

Eventually I heard some footsteps coming down the stairs and could sense someone standing in front of me. A couple of seconds later this man had his hands all over my body."

"Was it the punter?"

"Todd? No it wasn't him. I knew that straight away, just by the way this guy was breathing."

"Then what happened?"

"He fucked me. Came in my pussy, and then left without saying a word.

The rest of the morning is all a bit of a blur. At least six more men came down and did pretty much the same thing. Some of them came in my pussy, some on my tits, some on my face."

"And you never saw any of them? You've no idea who they were?"

"I haven't a clue.

Eventually Todd came back in. He told me that I looked like I needed a wash, and started pissing all over me."

"Fucking hell."

"It didn't stop there. I was worried it was getting late so begged him to let me leave which made him really angry."

"Angry how?"

"He slapped me, kicked me, called me a cunt, and told me we were only half way through.

I pleaded that he at least let me text my husband so he didn't start looking for me if I was home late.

He started laughing hysterically at this. It was the first time he'd realised I was married.

He let me have my phone but once I'd sent the message the blindfold went back on, and more guys started arriving."

"How many?"

"Loads. I lost count. I think at least ten. Sometimes there were two at once."

"Shit. I've already said to Cassie it's going too far. I'll talk to her in the morning and convince her to keep you way from the hotel tomorrow."

"It's too late for that."

"What do you mean?"

"When he dropped me back at the hotel I went up to room, had a shower and got dressed. I hadn't eaten all day so even ordered some food. It was at least an hour before I left. I thought he would be long gone.

I drove home, got out the car and just as I put the key into the front door I heard a car pull up. I turned around and there he was.

He shouted that he'd see me tomorrow and drove away."

### Day 41 - Friday

I brought Cassie up to speed on yesterday's events first thing this morning. She tried to play it cool, but I suspected that she was just as worried as I was.

The original agreement with the punter, or Todd as I now know him to be called, meant that today was the last day he had scheduled in with Kate. Given he now knew where she lived, it seemed prudent to honour this.

I decided to take the day off school and stake out the hotel. If he took her somewhere like he did yesterday my plan was to follow.

He arrived just after ten o'clock and headed inside. It seemed like he was staying put today, so around noon I drove off to get some food. His car was still there when I returned.

It was pretty mind numbing, just sitting, watching, waiting and hoping for nothing to happen. At some point I tilted my chair back a little to get more comfortable and drifted off.

I was abruptly woken up by a banging on the passenger window. My eyes flashed open and I looked across to see Todd standing there.

"Let me in," he demanded.

I hesitated for a second, then unlocked the door.

"So you're the guy?" he asked, as he climbed in.

"Umm, that's complicated," I replied.