The Dogging Diaries
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Diary Entry: January 2009
What the heck am I going to do? I have this guy that I love with all of
my heart and he's gone completely off the rails with this kinky sex
stuff. I mean, when I was hooking, Jack wanted me dressed slutty and
acting like a whore and all that, but he was a pimp for fuck's sake.
This is my boyfriend and he's taking it to a whole nother level. It
feels like every conversation we have is about sex and everything he
wants me to do is for his thrill and disregards my feelings completely.
I want to make him happy, I really do but I just don't feel like I'm
getting the straight skinny as to why he's doing all of this. Now when
I ask him he tells me I should love him, let him lead me and enjoy
myself. Am I over-thinking this?
End Diary Entry
Diary Entry: February 2009
I can hardly recognize the person I fell in love with. I never signed
up for this. I'll do it because I care about him but this wasn't how I
would have drawn it up when we met. I was thinking about wedding
dresses but now I'm not sure I see a way that happens. I'm not going to
cry and get all woe-is-me over this. I've had too much heartache as a
result of it to begin with.
Let me get this all down on paper because I need to know that I'm not
going crazy.
It was supposed to be a nice dinner out. I was looking forward to it,
to spending some time together in a romantic setting. I had picked out
a classy beige dress, nude stockings and fun brown boots with a 3" heel.
Earthy, comfy and a little flirty. Ryan would have none of it.
"You can't wear that," he said, gesturing to my clothing laid out on our
bed.
"Why not?"
He didn't answer me. Instead he rummaged through my closet; pulling out
dresses and putting them back in. I'm not an idiot, so I knew where
this was going.
"Wear this," was all he said once he found something suitable.
It was a silver lame halter mini-dress with cutouts up the sides. We
had bought it a couple of weeks ago during a shopping extravaganza. To
say it was a hooker dress doesn't do it justice. There were so many
cutouts that my body would barely be covered at all. I'd be all tits up
top and the bottom was more like a wide belt in length. It would barely
cover my ass and clit when I was standing. If I sat, forget it. I
remember when we bought it I figured I'd wear it for Ryan when he came
home, not someplace out for dinner. I hung my head.
"And these," he said, gesturing to my 6" platform Lucite heels. "Plenty
of makeup too."
So this was how it was going to be.
I feigned a smile and went back into the bathroom to change my makeup.
I had gone with understated earth tones thinking about the date and the
beige dress. Now I needed darks and metallics and lots of smoke.
Ryan came into the bathroom as my rebuilding process was going on. I
couldn't help myself.
"I thought we were going for a casual dinner," I said, passive-
aggressively.
"Change of plans," was all he said. Then he went downstairs.
I finished my makeup and stood there looking at the dress. What the
fuck? And did he want thigh highs too? Should I wear a bra and
panties? Fuck. I finally figured that he's pretty thorough and
therefore knew what he wanted, so I shimmied into a silver g-string to
help hide my clit. I skipped the bra and hose. When I was done putting
my heels on, I checked myself in the mirror. I looked as I had so often
lately, like a whore. I felt my eyes welling up and fought that feeling
back. If this is what he wants then this is what I'll give him. I
finished my face with some glitter and went down to meet Ryan.
When I got there he was halfway through a beer and had chopped out a
bunch of lines on a CD case. He heard the click-clack of me coming,
looked up and smiled.
"I figured we'd get the night going with a bang."
I smiled. He looked me up and down and said, "Perfect." Then he handed
me the straw. I did a couple of lines.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked when I finished.
"No rush," he replied. "It's Friday."
I got up and poured myself a chardonnay. We were going to be here for a
while.
And we were. One glass turned to two and then to three. He had several
beers. We both had a bunch of coke. We weren't completely fucked up,
but we were on our way. I didn't want the night to get completely away
from us, so I asked him about dinner.
"I was thinking we'd do something different."
"What's that?" I asked him.
"Go find some fun."
I looked at him. What the fuck was this? "Could you be a little more
descriptive?" I finally asked him.
"Nah. It's a surprise," he said. Then he started gathering up the
coke. "Get your purse."
Next thing I knew we were on the highway heading south and driving in
silence. Finally he said, "So tell me about your life before me."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Your love life. Your sex life."
"It doesn't matter," I said, brushing it off.
"I know, but I'm curious," he said. "You've mentioned a couple of times
that you've done some things. That you were a party girl. What does
that mean?"
"It was a while ago. It doesn't matter."
"Come on," he pushed. "Every couple has this conversation. We both did
things before we met. I wanna know about you. You were a party girl.
You said so yourself."
"When did I say that?" I asked, stalling for time. What was going on
here?
"You told me that a couple of times," he said. "That you had seen some
things. When we talked about the pictures a while ago you told me that
you were a very sexual person."
"So?"
"So, that turns me on."
"Why can't I just be sexual with you?" I asked - or pleaded.
"Because we both know that we find it incredibly hot when you're sexual
with other people too."
"No," I was getting pissed now. "You find it hot. I do it because you
want me to, not because I want to."
"You don't like it?"
"No."
"You don't like getting fucked by other guys." It was a statement.
"No. Ryan, I like getting fucked by you."
We were going almost eighty miles an hour and making our way someplace
further and further away from our house.
"Can you slow down?" I shot at him. I saw him glance at the speedometer
and then felt the car slow as his foot lifted off the gas pedal.
"So tell me," he said.
"It doesn't matter."
"It does to me."
"Why? Why does it matter?"
"Because it's part of your life!" Ryan said, clearly growing annoyed.
But at what? What was he so aggravated about? What was the fucking
problem here? I think the stress of having my past hanging over me,
coupled with Ryan's newfound penchant for watching me with other guys
finally boiled over. My back got up once he raised his voice to me.
Fuck him.
"Fine," I said. What do you want to know?"
That hung there for a second and then Ryan put his blinker on and got
off at the next exit. We drove a short way in silence before he pulled
into a hotel parking lot. It was 9:30PM and there were still people
milling around out front waiting for cabs or a shuttle or whatever.
Ryan put the car in park and killed the engine in a darker parking space
on the side of the hotel. Then he reached in the back, pulled out two
beers, opened them and gave one to me. I took a sip, put it down and
pulled the coke out of my purse. I steadied a CD case on my knees and
dumped some powder out. We drew lines and each did a few.
"I'm cold," I said. Ryan told me to shield the coke, started the car
again and angled the heat to my feet where I like it. He kept all the
lights off.
"So, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I'm not trying to be difficult. That's a hard
question to answer."
"I'm guessing you've been with multiple guys before because you looked
pretty comfortable at the shoot."
"I have," I answered.
"How many times?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know!" He wasn't mad. He was more startled I think. "How
can you not know?"
"I don't know - a few times I guess."
"Have you been with three guys?"
Was I going to make him drag this out of me? No, but I wasn't just
going to lead into my past matter-of-factly either.
"I have. A couple of times."
"Jesus!"
"Hey - you're the one that wanted to know," I said. Then I did another
line.
"Have you been with a girl?"
"A long time ago. Like years and years ago. What about you - have you
been with two girls?"
"Once," he answered.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. I mean, what guy wouldn't like it?" he said. "Have you ever had
a one night stand?"
I laughed. "I thought I was your one night stand when it happened."
He laughed too.
"Yes, I have had a one night stand," I said, answering his question.
What is it with relationships and these discussions? Like, who really
gives a fuck? He did evidently, so I had to play this stupid game of
"what have you done sexually" ping-pong.
"So you've been with multiple guys - multiple times. How does that
happen?" he asked. "Do you like, meet them at a club or something?
Like a swinger's club?"
"Something like that." I had another sip of beer.
"Let me ask you something," he said. I could tell this was important.
"The night of the um, the night of the assault ..."
"Yeah -"
"... and don't, please don't get mad at me for asking this, but are you
sure you never did anything to make that guy mad? Like flirt with him
and then turn him down or something?"
"No," I answered, curtly. "Don't fucking blame me for anything that
night."
We sat in silence for another couple of minutes.
"So, you ever done like bondage and stuff?"
"A couple of times," I answered.
"You've had a guy tie you up?"
"Yes."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"It was OK. It would have been better if it was with the right person."
"So like, with me?" he said.
"You can do whatever you want with me," I flirted.
And then it came flying out of his mouth.
"You ever have a guy offer you money for sex?"
I hesitated, probably the worst thing I could have done if I was going
to lie. All I needed to do was either say "no" or say "yes" and then
say "no" to the inevitable "did you take it?" follow up question ...
instead I paused, took a swig of beer, looked Ryan right in the eye and
said "yes - and I took it too."
Fucking boom! You want to know about me? That's me.
He was stunned. "Holy shit."
A long pause.
"You took money for sex?"
"Yes," I answered. I knew what was coming and I could have cut it off
but I let it play out.
"How many times?"
Here we go. Fuck it.
"Pretty much a few times a week for over a year."
He was floored. Yeah well, fuck you - you wanted to know.
"Holy shit," he repeated. Then, like the morning dawn ... "so you were
like a full-fledged prostitute?"
"Yes," I said. Not yup or ya or yeah. Yes.
"Like with a pimp?"
"Like with a pimp," I answered.
He took a long pull of his beer and I tried to determine the collateral
damage.
"So how many guys do you think you've had sex with?"
I rolled my eyes. "That honestly doesn't matter."
"But just guess."
Are you fucking kidding me? "Like, a couple of hundred."
"You've fucked a couple hundred guys?" Evidently I was in Clerks now.
"They've fucked me," was all I said.
We sat there in silence for a little while. I glanced at the clock.
10:12 PM. I was just about to ask if we could get going when I heard
him whisper, "I want to watch you."
"What?" I asked.
"I want to watch you," he repeated, louder this time.
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Watch me do what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"You know what I mean," he said. I could tell he had gotten his nerve
back. "I want to watch you enjoy yourself."
So there it was again. Only this time I felt - rightly so - like we
were speeding for the abyss.
"But Ryan, I enjoy myself with you."
"No you don't, not like you do when you can really go at it."
No sale. Fuck you. I had been the victim of the mind games with Jack
and countless other guys. I wasn't falling for the "it's not me, it's
you bull shit." All I wanted was to have dinner with the person I
loved.
"That's not true," I said flatly.
"It is true," he said. "Your life. Before me. It clearly wasn't all
dates and flowers. And you did it for a while."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I countered.
"It means you liked it."
"No, it means I did it. And I did it for a lot of reasons. The money
-"
"You didn't just do it for the money," he snapped back. "So show me."
"Ryan," I put my hand on his leg. "It doesn't matter anymore. It's you
and me now."
"I want to see it."
"Why?" We were going around in circles.
"Because I do."
"That's not a reason," I challenged.
"Because I need to, OK?" he spat. "I need it. All my life I've
wondered about the seamier side of life. Wondering about it.
Fantasizing about it. Ever since I was in junior high school I've
wanted the wilder girls. Thought about being with them. Having one of
my own. And I never did. I was the bookworm with school or working all
the time to build my companies. And then it was tgirls, with all the
right attitudes but never the looks. And now I have you and you're both
and I want that, Kristy. Can't you see how bad I want it? I've been
dangling all of it right in front of you for weeks now and you never
acted on it. And now I find out you used to be a hooker and I'm not
supposed to want to see what that's like? What it's like to be with
that sort of person? For twenty years that's all I've wanted."
He was rambling now and I didn't want to stop him but I had to ask ...
"Have you ever been with a hooker?"
"No," he said. "I couldn't. And you know why? Because I knew she
would never be mine. That it would be fake because I was just a job for
her. Just a guy."
Ryan was emotional and raw. He leaned over and kissed me and I swooned
under his weight and passion. I needed him urgently and we were able to
move the passenger seat forward for more room as we jumped into the back
of the car. I climbed on top of him as our lips locked and we fumbled
with his belt and zipper, sliding his pants down to his ankles. I hiked
up my skirt and he slid my panties to the side, pressing his rock solid
cock against my hungry pussy. We both reached down and used our spit to
lube my sex. Then I took his cock head into my tight hole and pressed
my body down on him, taking his shaft to the hilt.
This was an urgent fuck; mouths pressed tightly together, overcome by
sexual desire and blazing heat. My cunt was on fire as we pounded our
bodies together, wringing every ounce of passion from one another.
I dug my heels into the floor mat for support and ground my hungry pussy
into him, contracting my muscles and begging for his seed. I had to
have it. Needed it. Longed for it. Ryan put his hands on my hips,
lifting my weight and bringing it back down on top of him, plying my
hungry flower with his cock as his balls slapped against me. I stuck my
tongue into his ear, the heat from my breath sending shivers through his
body. Then I bit his earlobe and he cried out. Seconds later he kissed
me deep and pulled away, looking me deep into the eyes. I knew it was
time and he delivered moments after; erupting in ecstasy as the hot,
thick streams of his cum flooded into my pussy.
I kept moving my hips, careful to milk every drop of his heavenly cream
into my bottom. I wanted it all and he was good enough to give it to
me. I collapsed into him when it was over, breathless.
I climbed off of Ryan and we composed ourselves and got back into the
front seat. Then we chopped out some more lines and did them. Ryan put
the car in drive and we were off.
"That was fucking hot," I managed, feeling like we had reconnected and
glad that my secret was out.
He smiled. "Yes it was."
We drove back to the highway and then south again for another fifteen
minutes. We were at least an hour from home.
"Where the hell are we going?" I asked.
Ryan smiled and drove on in silence. A few minutes later he put the
blinker on and pulled into a rest area. We had fucked at one of these
before and I smiled outside and in. He pulled the car into a parking
space. The lot was dark and there were four or five trucks settled in
for the night as well as a couple of cars that appeared to be deserted.
Ryan picked up the CD case and we did some more blow. Then we sat and
had a beer. I kept waiting for him to make another move on me and was
about to make one myself when he said, "I want to watch you hook."
Talk about being blindsided. "Ryan, no. I don't want to do that."
He took another sip of beer. "Do it, Kristy. Do it for me."
"Ryan."
"Do it," he said again.
"Please don't make me," I pleaded. "I don't want to."
"Get out of the car and shake your shit. Those trucks will wake up. I
want to see it."
"No. Please."
He took my face in his hands. "Do it for me."
"Ryan," I was sobbing now. "I can't."
He just stared into my eyes, smiling.
"I'm a tgirl," I said. "If they don't know and they find out, it will
get violent."
"I'll be right here. Just get out and shake your moneymaker and make
them want you. Do that for me."
I couldn't believe what he was asking me. After everything I had been
through - we had been through - for him to ask that of me just blew my
mind.
He held out the CD case and I put the straw back to my nose.
"That's it," he soothed.
I did the lines and handed him the straw. Then I got out of the car.
It was freezing, a typical winter New England night. My silver lame
dress barely covered me. I did as Ryan asked; walking seductively, with
my shoulders back and tits out, my hips swaying back and forth, as I
moved past the parked trucks. All I could hear was the sound of my 6"
stilettos clicking on the hard pavement like a rifle shot. I walked by
all the cars and trucks like a bitch in heat. Then I turned and
strutted back, thankful no one had seen me or hadn't bothered to care.
I was shivering when I got back into the passenger seat.
"Can we go home now?" I asked.
Ryan's mind seemed far away.
"Ryan?"
As I said the words a truck facing us flashed its lights. Ryan looked
at me and then said he had a better idea. He got out of our car and
walked over to the truck. I sat there in silence, knowing what was
potentially going to happen, trying to summon the courage and the
mindset that had got me through so many of the nights at the hotel. It
sickened me that my boyfriend would put me in that position. I'm a
whore evidently - and that's all I'll ever be. I better get used to it.
Through the moonlight I could see Ryan coming back over to the car - and
he had a friend with him. Fuck.
Ryan opened the door on my side of the car and the interior light came
on. I looked up at Ryan and could see the faraway look in his eyes. It
wasn't crazy. It was driven. Determined.
"Kristy, this is Jack. Jack, Kristy," Ryan said. Jack - fucking
figures.
I said hello and did my best to smile.
"That's a good looking shemale," said Jack. So Ryan had told him and he
had still come over. This was going to happen. I looked at Jack. He
wasn't a bad looking guy, kind of plain, but thankfully not the truck
driver stereotype. He looked like a 40-year old father is what he
looked like. I gazed up at Ryan, begging him with my eyes to take me
home, to think about us one more time. He smiled and gestured to me to
get on with it. I fished around to try and turn the interior light off,
but when Ryan figured out what I was doing he told me not to. Evidently
my boyfriend wanted more than just a show for one. Here we go, was all
I could think of.
I helped Jack unzip his trousers and lower them to his knees. His semi-
erect cock was inches from my face. I opened my mouth and took him
inside, giving Ryan what he evidently wanted when I chose to gaze up at
him with this strangers cock in my mouth. Jack hardened quickly in my
mouth and used my saliva to make him slick, working his cockhead with my
left hand and gently caressing his balls with my right.
It wasn't long into my blowjob that I heard other voices and figured
either I was going to jail for lewd and lascivious or a line was
forming. It was the latter. Next thing I knew I could hear their
comments ...
"What a fucking slut."
"She looks so good with a cock in her mouth."
Then I heard Ryan say, "She was born to suck cock - and she'll do
whatever I tell her."
The couple of guys he was with laughed with him and then one said, "Well
tell the slut to spread her legs."
"Come on out, baby" Ryan ordered. I took my mouth off of Jack's dick
and slid by him, outside into the night. There were three guys waiting,
one of whom was easy on the eyes and two others who sucked. They were
looking me up and down. I saw one guy's gaze lingering on my heels. If
you're going to do this, I thought, just get a cock inside you and let
your sexuality take it from there.
"Let me see that ass girl," one of them requested. I turned and put my
right leg up on the door frame of the car and hiked up my dress.
"Nice fucking thong," said someone.
"I'm going to fuck that ass," said another.
I lowered my panties and left them at my knees. Then I bent at the
waist and resumed sucking Jack's dick, now with him in the passenger
seat and me with my ass outside the car. At least there was some heat
inside where my head was. My ass was truly out there in the breeze.
There was some delay and then I heard and felt the slamming of the trunk
and then finally I felt my cunt being lubed as fingers explored my
bottom.
I have no idea who was first in or last in. I know that Jack coated my
face with his cum a couple of minutes after the first dick pushed into
me. Then it just became a series of commands. There were no other
blowjobs, just a line of guys fucking my pussy and issuing stern
commands as I tried to keep myself steady.
"Work that fucking ass into me, you whore," said my first dick. I used
the center console for leverage and rammed my body into his, impaling
myself with his cock in the process.
"Bend those knees you bitch," said the second one a few minutes later.
I bent ever so slightly to give my random fuck buddy better access to my
open cunt.
My body warmed to the challenge. You want a fucking dirty whore? I'll
show you a dirty whore. My moans began first, then my hip action became
subconscious, then the words came from deep within - "Yeah, you FUCK,
oh, you FUCK that pussy, you fucking fuck me! Fuck me you fucking
prick. Fuck that cunt. Fuck me hard. I'm a dirty whore. Fuck me.
Give me that fucking cock. I'm a dirty cunt, oh, I'm a fucking slut.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck!!!!"
I was gone. The orgasm crashed through me as I felt the milk began to
flow from my clit. I threw my head back and licked my lips. I saw
Ryan's face through my sex soaked eyes and he smiled at me. I doubled
my efforts on the cock in my ass, focusing all of my sexual energy on
it. Coaxing the cum out of it.
I took it all; the slaps on my ass, the random hands roaming over my
body, the pinches to my nipples; the bitches, whores, sluts, skanks and
cunts. I took them all proudly. Yes I am. And I took all the cum too,
as dick after dick fucked into me and exploded inside my honeypot. My
cunt was stretched and dripping with cooze when I finished the row. I'm
not completely sure how many had me. I just kept my head down and my
ass up until they were done using me like the whore that I am. Things
will never be the same.
End Diary Entry
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