The Brutal Trucker - No.15 - by Danhol900
Brutal Trucker Sex #15
Recap of Chapter 14 for context:
"I kept up my pleading until Mr. Spignotti had had enough. He callously instructed Sgt. Carter, "Sergeant, I'm tired of this whore's fuckin belly aching. Cram whatever the fuck you want down his throat so I can plow the bitch in fuckin peace . Sgt. Carter was not the kind that needed to think long and hard about a command like this as I heard the familiar sound of a ipper
descending for the third time that night.
Sgt. Carter was already poised with his crotch at my head so a simple press on my forehead downward had me in the erfect position for a second throat rape of the night by Sgt. Carter's humungous shiny black cock. Already a generous coating of precum dribbled from the dick head. This time all I heard was, "Fuck Yeahhhh!! as my throat expanded suddenly and my dam's apple was forced up and out of the way of the quickly descending cock head. I was forced to image what the scene looked like as camera flashes reminded me this was all being preserved on film; my face blushed a rosy glow as Sgt. Carter began picking up the speed of his second "honky throatin' of my very first shift at Spignotti and Sons...
Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 15:
There I was with a pissed off Mr. Spignotti slamming my battered and bruised butthole with all his strength and the huge lack monster cock of Sgt. Carter slamming, without any constraints, directly down my upturned throat. Both men quickly hit their full fuck-strides and adjusted their powerful thrusts so that each burly man's forward shove was matched with an equally intense forward smash of the other. The result was that I was being pummeled by cock from both ends and yet surprisingly remained motionless on the polished surface of the shift supervisor's desktop. The bastards instinctively set about the task of pounding my respective holes with an intensity I'd never experienced before. Sarge even throttled my throat with both hands at one point while viscously pummeling my throat. I heard his testosterone drenched guttural grunts of "Fuck yeah, Oh fuck yeah. Shit man, I can fuckin feel my dick ripping this fuck tube apart from the outside and the inside. This bitch is nothing but a fuck tube for black army dick, a fuckin army dick tube .
Sarge really seemed to be enjoying himself, like a kid in a candy shop. I could hear the intense pleasure in his voice and actually felt a twinge of pride. His hands compressing my throat normally would have sent off survival alarms but in this case it really didn't matter since with his shiny black dick balls deep in my mouth I wasn't breathing any time soon anyway. It was just one more sensation as black cock filled the inside of my throat and black hands straddled around the outside of my throat. I was engulfed by strong male "Blackness and it felt really good.
Despite these feelings I was powerless to see anything that was going on around me as my entire world focused on three things, the thick Italian cock with the wide mushroom head battering my butt, the humungous black cock tearing up my throat and my instinctive need to continue breathing throughout it all. I gave up all resistance by this point since it was clear any resistance was futile. I actually began to enjoy these new sensations with all other options systematically removed from me; I had no other choice anyway. I was not enjoying the sensations for myself of course since I was in extreme agony. I would have screamed if my throat wasn't stuffed to overflowing; I began enjoying the sensations that I imagined Mr. Spignotti and Sgt. Carter were feeling as they brutally fucked me with their escalating animalistic lust. I was getting my pleasure vicariously, through my perceived pleasure for Mr. Spignotti and Sarge.
I felt Sarge begin to drive faster and more powerfully into my throat first, knowing that this could signal the inevitable draining of his Black Army balls for the second time that night down my tormented throat. Mr. Spignotti however still had not forgiven me for my earlier insubordination; his goal was still to teach me a fuckin lesson I would not soon forget. I heard the occasional grunt of exertion from between my twisted, painful legs as Mr. Spignotti pulverized my hole relentlessly. Mr. Spignotti's cock was pummeling the hole in the pink rose panties and must have looked like he was fucking a real whore in any close-up photos taken by the impatiently waiting truckers.
Finally Sarge started slamming his black cock balls deep in full throat fuck glory without any concern for my own well being. My throat passively opened to accommodate the intrusion, coating his cock with mucous as if nature itself conspired to add to his pleasure. I knew he was about to pop when he drove deep and held it there; his heavy black balls resting firmly on my eyes of my upturned face. I felt his cock thicken even more while twitching and convulsing inside my throat canal. Spurt after spurt of slimy goo slid down my throat as I heard, "Fuck yeah, Oh Shit. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck yeah. Shit. Shit.
God Damnmit Fucken Shit with the final short milking stabs of his cock down my throat.
Mr. Spignotti was nowhere near close to finishing yet so Sarge quickly grabbed my arms in order to prevent Mr. Spignotti from driving my head clear through the wall; so powerful and irate were his plunges now. All I heard from him was furious, "Fuckin bitch, fuckin pussy hole bitch. Take my god dammed cock you fuckin ingrate slut, bitch, whore! . Each prominent syllable was still punctuated by a painful stab of that dreaded latex covered cock. I was almost frantic now and was mumbling incomprehensibly so much that Mr. Spignotti spat out to Sgt. Carter, "What the fuck did I tell you about keeping that bitch hole stuffed, Sergeant? I don't want to hear any more from this bitch till he learns his fuckin proper place at Spignotti and Sons is with a dick in every fuckin hole .
In order to keep my babbling quiet Sarge turned around completely and with my head still hanging over the edge of the desk straddled my upturned face with his sweaty black ass, grabbed my head with both strong black hands and pressed his grimy asshole directly over my lips. "Put those pretty red lips to good use, bitch. Tongue your ole Sarge's ass for him. Make my ass sing with those pretty red lips, bitch he growl.
Again, there was no choice for me than to run my tongue up and down the ass crack of my new black supervisor, while being "hate-fucked by the enraged sadistic Sicilian owner of a warehouse in this dilapidated commercial neighborhood of Jersey City.
In order to add further to my utter humiliation, Sgt. Carter let rip one of the wettest and smelliest farts I've ever felt and felt. This was while I had my lips completely covering his grimy black asshole and he was pushing his muscular butt cheeks backwards in syncopated rhythm against Mr. Spignotti's relentless pounding. With my red painted lips sealed to Sarge's ass lips and my tongue playfully tickling every wrinkle and crease I heard the muffled sloppy fart exploding from his asshole directly into my mouth. There was no place for the pungent gas to escape other than into my lungs. My cheeks swelled
immensely as laughter erupted from Sarge, Mr. Spignotti and the impatiently waiting truckers outside. A slick gelatinous liquid splattered the inside of my mouth, covering my tongue and cheeks with its pungent taste. I had become my strong, black supervisor's fartbag and surprisingly I felt completely at home.
I heard Sarge spit out, "AHHH FUCK that felt good! Fucking faggot loves my black ass juice, don't you honky. We just might have to start posting you on full service toilet duty once you graduate from Ole Sarge's special Spignotti Boot Camp. How Ëbout it bitch, like to be a fucking toilet for these road weary truckers to use? Turn you into a fuckin full service truck stop toilet for them all , as laughter and cheers erupted on from behind the glass.
My dick normally would have snapped to attention at the mental picture these words implanted in my mind but I fought my natural inclinations, out of deference to Mr. Spignotti's explicitly clear wishes. Mr. Spignotti understood my innermost thoughts however and brusquely checked my still limp cock just to make sure this new degrading torment wasn't tickling some sick chord in my psyche. Satisfied he resumed his dreaded hate-fuck.
At last, Mr. Spignotti seemed to forget about inflicting pain on me and concentrated on his own pleasure. I encouraged this as best I could; not making a sound but squeezing my ass muscles on every down thrust. I could sense the anger subsiding as his pleasure increased and the strokes became smoother and more rapid. When it seemed clear that Mr. Spignotti couldn't hold off the inevitable much longer I felt him grab my upturned throat with his right hand and squeeze it as tight as he could. My air was cutoff while the excruciating pounding continued on my butt and my tongue continued sliding up, around and into Sarge's slimy black ass. Mr. Spignotti squeezed as hard as he could as I felt his body pause and stiffen in full downward thrust.
I felt Mr. Spignotti's latex covered cock twitching inside me and knew the lucky condom was catching all the precious fluid I had endured so much for. He brutally ripped his cock free at the same instant he released his grip on my poor traumatized throat. I was in so much pain, my cunt had been battered for what felt like hours and my throat was beaten from the inside and the outside by these two powerful and sadistic men.
Mr. Spignotti callously allowed me to slide off the desk and collapse to the floor clutching my throat and gasping for air. A mean and nasty look was on his face as he stared down at me, his hatred still not satiated. Angrily he grabbed my hair, pulled my gaping mouth upward and spit out several slimy gobs of spit directly into my mouth in rapid fire succession; just to remind me of my place in the pecking order. There was nothing to do other than to swallow the whole slimy load as my stomach turned. "You fuckin slut , he shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'm fuckin not done with you yet. We're gonna
pick this shit up again tonight. You're gonna regret that you had the fuckin balls to try to stop me from pumping your hole; fuckin rue the god-damned day!!! A new realization hit me that each new torment was designed to inflict as much pain and humiliation as possible and further to breakdown any semblances of resistance that remained within me. Honestly I could not begrudge Mr. Spignotti this since he had done what he said he was going to do earlier, " ... teach me not to worry so much about my self and concentrate on giving pleasure to whatever hard cock was presented .
It had all worked as I became a ruined wreck of what I had been before I met George Kincaid at the Interstate 287 Rest Area. Looking down at his Trojan covered cock Mr. Spignotti coldly informed Sgt. Carter, "I'm not giving this bitch the fuckin pleasure of my ball juice this time; fuckin slimy bitch. I'm still too god damned pissed at the slut; fuckin balls to try to determine when and how I'd be using the cunt! Asswipe fuckin tried to stop me! Me!! he bellowed at full voice as I cringed in submissive horror on the floor still clutching my aching throat. "Fucking Bitch doesn't realize I own the slut, every fuckin hole and hair on its body. God Dammit, I'm still not done teaching this bitch a lesson but I see by the clock it's almost 6:30AM and I've got fuckin work to do. On tomorrow's shift you can do whatever the fuck you want with that mouth and throat Sergeant, but that slimy fuckin ass is mine. You got that Sergeant, fuckin mine? A booming "Sir, Yes Sir echoed in the office.
"God Damn those fuckin bastards out there have been waiting long enough for a taste of bitch hole tonight , he continued cruelly, "toss Ëem the slut and give Ëem the rest of the shift. Shit there's what Ëbout thirty hard cocks and thirty minutes left in the shift? A minute a cock; just might be doable for this slut as I heard cheers from behind the glass.
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