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Brutal Trucker Sex, Chapter 5

Note to Readers:  I've been asked by more than a few horny 
readers what part of the story is factual and what part is 
fictional.  Until now I will tell you that it has all 
been "embellished reality".  That is, the events are all real but I 
may have enhanced some of the dialog to give the readers a sense of 
what I think the brutal truckers were thinking and feeling at the 
time.  In reality most of the time the truckers just grunted slurs 
and commands as they let their natural passions run amok.  But that 
wouldn't be as much fun for the readers.  This chapter is a bit of a 
departure for me.  In this chapter I veer from reality a bit based on 
a actual threat made against me by one of the true-life horned-up 
truckers.  I think you'll understand this departure when it comes.  
This story is my imagination about what would have happened if the 
bastard had actually lived up to that threat.  I apologize in advance 
if my writing in the fantasy section is poor.  Without the 
inspiration of the really hot true-life experiences in the past 
chapters I am left to my own humble imagination.  By the end of this 
chapter we are back to reality.  Enjoy and write if you have 
questions or comments.    danhol900@aol.com


I was led naked and marked through the offices in the front of the 
complex and into a large open warehouse with 50-foot ceilings, 
forklifts and containers as far as the eye could see.  The workers 
sure noticed me and cajoled me with whistles and catcalls.  There was 
a door at the back of the warehouse marked; "TRUCKER'S LOUNGE".  I 
was roughly shoved into a darkened room that was obviously where 
tired truckers rested up from the road and waited while their rigs 
were emptied or filled for their next run.  There were 6 cots lining 
one wall, a sink and toilet in the corner, a table for snacks and a 
sofa and chairs around an 8mm projector showing a straight 
sadomasochistic stag film for the trucker's amusement.  In the 
current scene a woman was taking three guys at once, one in every 
hole with cum running from every orifice and lots more hard cocks 
waiting their turn to unload.  She was clearly not enjoying herself, 
fighting to get away, bruised and red.  This was the first time I'd 
seen an underground XXX rape movie.  Her screams and cries were 
horrifying but the truckers were being turned on by her pain, I was 
really scared but my cock was harder then ever.

There were about 15 guys enjoying the film.  Their lewd comments were 
really frightening like, "I love it when they fight, gives my hard 
cock a better fuck when they struggle, hey Freightliner?" or "Shit 
the fucking bitch deserves it", "I'd fill that cunt up so it fuckin 
overflowed" and even "Betcha Doublewide over there would stretch that 
cunt out so far the next guy could even get any traction, hey 
Double?" and other comments.  As I was thrown onto the floor, bare-
assed naked with CUNT and TRUCKER'S PUSSY clearly written on me the 
truckers all stopped and started laughing and pointing, thinking this 
was the funniest thing.  A very muscular Black guy (who I later found 
out was Doublewide) built like a fire plug stood up and approached me 
and while looking at Mr. Spignotti asked, "Is this the faggot you 
want us to put through the paces, Sir?"  Mr. Spignotti just smiled 
saying, "Have at `im boys, he's all yours.  Let's find out what this 
faggot is good for, hey men" to cheers from the horny truckers in the 
room.  "I'm told the bastard says the rougher the better" Mr. 
Spignotti continued, "so make it a night he won't soon forget."  

Freightliner spat out, "Fuck this faggot will be shitting trucker cum 
for weeks by the time we're through, don't you worry none, Boss".  
Mr. Spignotti took a seat in the corner to watch the festivities and 
judge if I was up to the challenge of working at Spignotti and Sons 
Distribution Warehouse of Jersey City, NJ.

I was thrown onto my back on the table with my legs hanging over one 
side and my head hanging over the other.  George sauntered over to me 
and roughly put my legs over his shoulders and positioned his hard 
cock at the opening of my butt hole.  

My arms were held firmly to the table by 4 sets of calloused trucker 
hands and my legs were firmly anchored by George's muscular, hairy 
chest and belly.  One of the men tried to hand George a tub of lube 
and he just laughed saying, "Fuck this shit man, the rougher the 
better, remember?  This faggot loves to take it dry, don't you 
sweetie pie?"  

I didn't answer fast enough and Kincaid backhanded me shouting, "I 
asked you a fuckin question, Bitch, DO YOU LIKE IT DRY?"  I started 
sobbing, "Please, Sir, no that will tear me up.  I don't think I 
could take it, Mr. Kincaid, please".  There was laughter all around 
as George answered "Of course you'll take it, baby.  There's no 
fuckin question about that; is there men?"  George smiled a wicked 
smile as he said, "Hey DW, go get the tub of No-Slip from the 
warehouse, will you?   I'm gonna make this pussy scream and moan all 
fuckin night long" to laughter and applause from the truckers 
surrounding us.  "I like a little traction when I fuck, but god knows 
this pussy is already tighter then a virgin's butt hole."

Doublewide came back carrying a 50-gallon barrel of floor powder; the 
kind you put on wet and greasy spills to prevent slipping.  Kincaid 
tore off the lid, reached in and took a full hand full of the course 
white powder, covering his hard, thick cock and then smearing the 
remains all over my tight butt hole.  I was forced by the gang of 
truckers to look at Kincaid's cock. It was horrifying to see it 
covered in white powder.  It looked like a weapon, all white, dry and 
stubbly with the course grains covering his whole monster from the 
huge bulbous mushroom head down the shaft as thick as my wrist to the 
huge hairy balls.  Then George did something that really caused me a 
lot of pain, he started packing the powder deep into my upturned hole 
using his fingers.  Each shove in was excruciating and the 
withdrawals felt like they tore the inner lining of my butt hole to 
shreds.  I was crying in pain and George and the sadistic truckers 
loved every scream and agony.  There was one guy, a skinny white guy 
with cold dead eyes (I later discovered his name was Blackmore) who 
kept asking me how it felt, to describe the feelings, did that hurt 
more then this?  The guy was a real sadist who got off on my pain.  
His hard cock told me more about him then his questions.  The others 
were equally sadistic but they were more interested in the sexual 
action they anticipated.

Once George had covered his monster cock with the course powder and 
had packed my hole with more he announced, "Hold the fucker down men, 
he's gonna put up a fight because this is gonna tear his fuckin cunt 
to shreds".  At that point Kincaid started pushing his dry cock into 
my dry hole and the agony was unbearable.  He put his powdered cock 
head at my hole and pressed with all his might, sweat beads forming 
on his brow.  Nothing budged so he pushed some more and more until 
finally my hole opened and the real pain began as the head of his 
cock tore at the inside on my hole.  I screamed and sobbed, pleading 
with the men around us, "You fucking bastards, how can you just sit 
there and let this sadist do this to me?  Help me please, help!"  
Freightliner twisted my head a round and looked me squarely in the 
eyes saying in a saccharine sweet voice, "But sweetheart, we're not 
just sitting here, we're holding you down, stroking our meat and 
waiting our fuckin turn at your pussy, aren't we boys?  You're ours 
tonight bitch and every one of us is going to feel what Kincaid is 
feeling now, even if we have to go through that whole fuckin tank of 
No-Slip", to laughter and agreement all around.  

I was scared shitless but my cock gave a jerk and got even harder at 
the thought, hoping against hope no one noticed.  Kincaid noticed 
however and gave me a knowing look and an evil smile.  Then he 
grabbed my head and looked me strait in the eyes saying, "I want to 
see the pain in your eyes, cunt.  Don't break eye contact or you'll 
regret it."  I started screaming without breaking eye-contact; asking 
for help, pleading with anyone to stop the bastard but every one of 
those fuckers loved it all, my abuse, humiliation and my pain.  
George's cock was so dry, all he could do was apply heavy pressure 
and twist his cock from side to side to squirm and step the monstrous 
pole in.  My pussy walls were clutching the sides of his cock like 
super glue and it took a good 20 minutes of complete agony to 
complete the first stroke of his trucker rape of my hole.  At one 
point I felt faint from the pain. When I broke eye contact with 
Kincaid the nasty sadistic fucker backhanded me to snap me back to 
attention and the agony I was enduring.

Finally I could feel Kincaid's balls resting on my upturned butt and 
his hairy muscled belly pressing down on my young peach fuzz covered 
cheeks and there was applause and cheers from the room.  George 
stopped them short saying, "He ain't half done yet, boys.  Going out 
is ten times worse then going in but while I'm in, let me try 
something."  He put his two fingers together and made squeezing 
motion and I knew he was going to squeeze my tits making my pussy 
spasm uncontrollably along his dry embedded cock.  Slowly he brought 
his fingers to my left tit and I could tell he was enjoying himself 
as I begged for him not to do it.  Smiling he squeezed my left tit 
hard and the spasms began, I screamed in agony as my own pussy 
betrayed myself causing me pain.  But this pain was more internal, 
more intense and self-inflicted which made it all the more degrading 
and humiliating.  I was thrusting my hips up involuntarily; dry 
humping Kincaid's cock with his balls resting squarely on my upturned 
cheeks.  George loved the power and control he had over me, that his 
two fingers could cause me so much pain and agony, him so much 
pleasure and turn me into a trucker cock hungry whore simply made his 
day.  The men around us loved it too, cheering George on, holding me 
down firmer and taunting me at the same time.  Through it all I never 
lost eye-contact with Kincaid again, afraid to anger the brute 
anymore then he already was.  

George then pretended to notice for the first time that my cock was 
hard and he said to those around us, "Lookie here men, this little 
bitch is loving it.  Shit git a trucker's hard cock in this bitch's 
tail and it's happy as a pig in shit, ain't you Espy?"  There was 
that degrading nickname again.  He grabbed my hard cock and started 
stroking it and the agonizing spasms started all over again.  George 
threw his head back, closed his eyes just enjoying the message my 
pussy was giving his cock.  It was like he was playing some kind of 
instrument, trying to get the most amount of pain for me and the most 
pleasure for himself.  The two were virtually the same in his and the 
other's eyes.  George then announced, "Fuck, you guys should feel 
what this horny pain pig is doing to my cock right now.  Fucking 
trying to milk it dry, hey bitch?" as he turned his attention back to 
me.

"Hold tight boys, I'm pulling out", as I felt the worst pain in my 
life.  Kincaid's cock felt like it was pulling me inside out and I 
knew by the look in his eyes that he understood and loved that fact.  
My fuck tube was gripping his cock and every inch removed was like a 
knife tearing me up inside.  The withdrawal stroke took another 20 
minutes of agony and I was a babbling, pleading sweat covered mess by 
the time George's cock was entirely out except for the head.  The men 
around us were going crazy and everyone had raging hardons as they 
anticipated their turn at my body.  Slowly Kincaid sunk in again and 
out and back in, gradually picking up in speed and intensity as the 
brutal sadistic dry fuck began in earnest.

I was keeping total eye contact with the brutal sadistic trucker that 
was fucking me, so as not to make him any angrier then he was.  I was 
completely surprised when I felt a large, calloused hand cup my head 
from above and insert two thick dirty fingers into my nostrils and 
twist my head painfully backwards so that I was looking upside down 
and my head was hanging completely off the table.  At the same time I 
heard Madd Dog's lust filled voice saying, "Fuck this shit, I can't 
wait no longer.  I got to get me some fuck time too".  The purple 
head of Madd Dog's cock filled my mouth to the maximum so that my 
lips were stretched painfully just to cover it.  With my head bent 
back like that, George's cock flying in and out of my ass and my arms 
still firmly held by the waiting truckers I knew my throat was open 
for complete violation and there was nothing I could do about 
it.  "You're not using this hole are you bud?" Madd Dog asked 
Kincaid.  George replied, "Shit no fucker.  I've only got one cock 
and this bitch has two fuckin holes.  Enjoy man." To more cheers and 
jeers from the others.

This is a good place to end installment #5.  Like it so far?  
Danhol900@aol.com

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