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Here's chapter 11 guys.  Enjoy.  Dan
 
 
Brutal Trucker Sex #11 
"Recap of Chapter 10 for context: 
A  snide smile moved across his handsome face.  By this point the men were so 
aroused  watching Titus tear my hole apart they didn't have to be asked 
twice.  Cock after cock was forced in my mouth  as Titus spun around so we were 
facing end to end and enjoyed his 30 minutes of  conquest of his newly seeded 
bitch.  George Kincaid, seeing my transformation stood up and strutted over to me 
 as I was still tied to Titus.  He  kneeled down, looked me squarely in the 
eyes and smiled a nasty, knowing  smile.  He then scooped up my own  puddles of 
cum from the lounge floor saying, "How many times do I have to tell  you 
shithead?  A fuckin pussy bitch  like you has got to learn to cleanup after your 
messes" as he started feeding my  own cum back to me on his finger tips.  I was 
sucking two, three then four slime covered fingers and loving every  minute 
of it.  I had hard German  Shepard cock buried to the knot inside me and was 
sucking cum from George  Kincaid's fingers.  I had become a  real bitch in heat 
to the amusement and satisfaction of the still horny truckers  of Spignotti 
and Sons..." 
Brutal Trucker Sex #11 
I  could not believe it.  The scene  with Titus seemed to give these horny 
truckers a second wind as hard cocks were  shoved down my throat, one after the 
other.  I know some of these fuckers had cum 3  or 4 times already and here 
they were, ready to pound my throat again.  This time with me in a forced 
kneeling  position by Titus's cock buried so deep inside my butt, his hard cock was 
like a  rod spearing me down the middle, forcing my hips up and my back into 
an  unnatural sway.  I was not able to  see which truckers were fucking my 
throat.  All I knew was hard cocks were in need of a hole to fuck and I was  
suddenly honored to be able to provide a service.  I had found my calling at 
Spignotti and  Sons Distribution Center. 
There  were short cocks, long cocks, fat cocks, hairy cocks and smooth cocks . 
 Some cocks tasted delicious and some  were really rank and smelled and 
tasted like trucker sweat, piss and cum.  Some truckers were gentle as they fucked  
my throat but the next was as likely to be a mean, nasty sadistic bastard who 
 wanted nothing more than to feel me gagging and choking on his dick.  One 
trucker would have a flat stomach  and the next would have such a beer-belly 
that I was forced to twist my head to  one side to get his whole shaft down my 
throat.  Some truckers wanted their balls sucked  and some were in need of a 
slick tongue sliding around and into their hairy  assholes.  As one load was 
deposited  I felt the cold wet streak of another black magic marker slash; 
indicated  another load of trucker cum.  The  same marks I'd felt piling up 
throughout the entire interview process.  None of this mattered to me  anymore.  I 
couldn't make out their  faces; all that mattered was that there were more cocks 
for my starving  throat.  I hoped to be covered in  markings from head to toe 
before the night was over.   
I  don't know how long this went on.  Maybe it was half an hour, maybe 8 
hours but finally I could feel Titus's  knot begin to shrink in size and the 
pressure built for it to pop out of my  stretched hole.  I tried my best to  
tighten down and keep the deflating dog-knot inside and my efforts did not go  
unnoticed by Joe and Mr. Spignotti.  Joe twisted my face off the latest hairy 
trucker cock and smiled an evil  smile saying, "You really are a nasty 
son-of-a-bitch, aren't you?  You can't even get enough doggie cock to  keep that fucked 
out cunt hole satisfied, can you slutty bitch?  Don't you worry none scumbag, we 
got a  whole fucking kennel of guard dogs here at Spignotti and Sons who can 
keep you  in doggie cock for as long as you want.  If you get the job that 
is...", to snickers from the truckers around  us.  "Just relax and let ole Titus  
free, bitch.  Shit man, you'll even  fuckin wear down a pro like ole Titus 
here.  You've found us one helluva hot little  firecracker here George; a 
fucking nymphomaniac for trucker cock.  A real fuckin find, if you want my  opinion, 
Mr. Spignotti."  Joe spoke  like a man who knew a lot about truck stop whores 
and seemed impressed with  me.  Strangely I felt complimented  by his lewd 
comments. 
Before anyone could say anything, Titus slipped out with wet  plopping sound 
as his softening dick slide free and hung halfway to the floor  along with 
several ounces of hot recently deposited German Shepard seed.  His dick was hot 
red color, about 8  inches long and still thick and still angry and mean 
looking.  Titus was finished with me; he'd got his  nut, and walked over to a corner 
to lick his cock clean.  The knot was still swollen and nasty  looking and I 
couldn't believe that huge thing, yet even harder and thicker, had  been 
inside my butt.  I hoped the  exertion hadn't ruined me for all the hard trucker 
dicks in the lounge.   
The  pressure of all that dog cum was too much for my battered hole and 
several loud  plopping sounds could be heard as I tried my best to keep Titus's 
seed inside my  bitch hole.  Almost immediately  Vinton Brundt had his arm under 
my hips and was raising my waist high over my  head.  "That's right, Brundt", 
Mr.  Spignotti said, "keep that pussy full to the fuckin brim with tonight's  
proceeds.  It's taken the men quite  a while to tap this bitch hole to 
overflowing.  Personally, I didn't think we'd finish  the job but thanks to good ole 
Titus here this pussy is finally full. Aren't you  sweetheart?"  My face 
reddened with  this new image in my mind but I nodded knowing better than to piss 
off Mr.  Spignotti.  "Damn straight he's  full", George Kincaid piped up.  "The 
fucker nearly drained every fuckin set of balls in the place in the  
process", he continued.  Brundt  still had my hips held high above my head as I felt 
the internal pressure of  uncounted loads of cum shifting inside my guts. 
Mr.  Spignotti paused as if he was about to make another announcement and 
declared  looking directly at Kincaid, "Shit fucker, that's too bad.  I was going 
to give you the honor of  last fuck of the night in recognition of a job well 
done by finding this hot  little bitch-hole here.  You up to  the challenge 
trucker or are you gonna wimp-out on us?" he asked condescendingly  with a 
snide smirk on his handsome swarthy face.  Kincaid paused for a moment; apparently 
 not sure he had the juice left in him for a final fuck.  Mr. Spignotti 
continued, "Shit fucker,  I'm giving you fuckin final crack at a pussy filled with 
Titus cum.  How many of these truckers would jump at  the chance for that?  I 
know Brundt  here would take the plunge; always thinking with your dick aren't 
you  mothafucker?"  Brundt looked down at  my upside down face, slapped me 
smartly on my butt and smiled saying only, "Fuck  yeah, I've always wondered 
what kind of lube dog cum makes.  Might even try my fuckin fist on the  bitch and 
use Titus cum as fuckin cuticle softener" as he roared with laughter  
obviously pleased with his simple humor.  "Well trucker", Freightliner asked George 
flat out, "you up to it.  You got the fuckin balls Man?" to  laughter from all 
the horned up truckers standing around  us. 
Finally George was forced by peer-pressure to agree.  He wasn't about to be 
thought of as a  wimp in this brutal nasty crowd.  Perhaps in order to buy time 
he seemed to inspect my bruised and cum  filled hole, looking at it with me 
on my hands and Brundt holding my hips  high.  He gathered the men around  
saying, "Look at this, fuckers.  All  night long we've been pounding this pussy as 
hard and as deep as we wanted.  Shit, we even turned ole Titus on the  bitch 
and the fucking hole is as tight as the first time I fucked it on  287.  
Aren't you, Sweetheart?"  Then he ceremoniously raised his right  index finger and 
swiftly inserted it to the first knuckle in one thrust. I  yipped 
instinctively as Titus peaked his ears and Joe chuckled knowingly; a new  embarrassment 
for me to endure.  George twisted and turned his finger around and pulled his 
slimy digit  free, holding it up to the light for inspection.  "Of course it's a 
bit more slippery than  I remember, isn't it bitch?" to raucous laughter all  
around. 
Suddenly Kincaid seemed to notice the Titus cum puddles on  the concrete 
floor and grabbed me roughly by the balls and squeezed really  hard.  I squirmed 
and screamed out  loud but he kept up the pressure until I was forced to ask in 
a weak voice,  "Please Sir, what's the matter?  Have I done something to piss 
you off, Mr. Kincaid?"  All he had to do was shift his eyes to  the puddles 
of cum on the floor and I knew immediately what I had to do.  With Brundt still 
keeping my hips up, I  lowered my face to the floor and humbly started 
licking the cool liquid from the  cement floor.   
God  the taste was horrible.  Trucker cum  tasted delicious compared to this 
slime.  The taste was incredibly acidic, bitter and potent.  The sharp, rancid 
taste seemed to linger  on my tongue and send wave after wave of nausea over 
me.  I knew what George wanted and slowly and  methodically went about 
cleaning every drop of cum from the floor.  Brundt and Kincaid worked as a team as  
they steered me towards any droppings I'd missed.  By the time I was finished, 
the floor  was spotless and a circle of eight pairs of large, dirty, hairy 
naked trucker  feet and one highly polished pair of dress shoes surrounded me.  I 
could see my reflection in Mr.  Spignotti's shoes and it really did make for 
a surreal image.  My upside down face was dripping with  trucker cum and spit 
with CUNT still clearly printed on my forehead.  All the black Magic Marker 
markings on  my neck and chest indicated quite a lot of trucker seed had been 
deposited down  my throat.  There were so many marks  that it looked like I was 
covered in some kind of fish scales, the markings  merged into an type of 
image across my chest.  I knew that the black slashed on my  backside were even 
greater in number as the thought both repelled me and stirred  me. 
I  looked up at George Kincaid to see if he was pleased with me but he seemed 
more  concerned with showing the others just how much control he held over 
me.  All through this new ordeal George kept  up the multi-finger assault on my 
battered hole and when I was done and the  horrid taste was finally beginning 
to wane he removed his slick fingers and  brought them down to my mouth for 
cleaning saying, "I know how much you love the  taste of dog cum, bitch.  Here's 
a  present for you to show our appreciation for your efforts tonight."  My 
stomach turned at the thought but I  obediently swallowed my pride and the Titus 
cum coating his  fingers. 
Then  George said to me and the others around us, "Let's see now.  I've 
dicked your pussy in just about  every position I can think of.  I've  plowed you 
from behind like Titus over there, down fucked you on the table with  no-slip, 
tore up that hole in the semi-finals of hockey and even fucked you like  I 
fuck my wife on the floor right there" he indicated pointing to a carpet in  the 
center of the room.  "Let me  think", he continued "about the only way I 
haven't porked you is with you on  top.  How about it Sweetie, you up  for a ride 
on this hard trucker dick?" he sneered stoking his hard dick  defiantly for all 
to see.  I smiled  and nodded as my cock swelled with the thought. 
Brundt slowly let me down and I carefully straddled the hard  trucker cock 
and lowered myself; making sure no more cum leaked out.  My pussy lips engulfed 
the entire pole  in one swift motion and George gasped as he felt the hot wet 
slick hole swallow  him up.  "Fuck", he said "that  really is one slimy 
fuckhole man; but hot and fuckin tight as glove too."  Slowly I started to raise and 
lower  myself as I was fucked by George for the fifth time that  night. 
George had the floor and relished the spotlight.  "I knew I'd found something 
special once  I got this bitch in my rig.  That  little pink dick of yours 
stayed rock hard even as I belted your ass with my  metal studded leather belt, 
didn't it?  The fucking beating only seemed to make you harder, right scum?"  
The remembrance of that time in George's  rig made my dick hard again and sent 
me into a rut-frenzy slipping and sliding  on George's cock shouting, "Fuck 
yeah Sir.  I needed your hard trucker cock then just as much as I need it now.  
Please fuck me, fuck the cum right out  of me, George.  Fuck me senseless,  
Pllleeaassseee!!!" I squealed.  I  rode that monster for about 30 minutes and I 
thought George was close a few  times but I just couldn't bring him over the 
edge.  I was getting desperate and this was only  transferred to George who 
was getting a little desperate himself.  It didn't help that once it started to  
be apparent that George might not be up to the challenge the heckles, jeers 
and  cat calling started all around us.  I felt bad for George as I tried even 
harder bucking on his lap like I  was riding a bronc.  A mixture of  
frustration and anger crossed Georges face as I learned that these truckers who  had 
been so brutal to me could be even more brutal with one of their  own. 
Finally I heard Madd-dog chime in, "It's not your fault  fucker", Madd-dog 
said to George.  "This pussy has simply lost it fuckin staying power.  What did 
you fuckers expect", Madd-dog  admonished George's tormentors, "the bitch has 
been pounded into hamburger by  you sweaty bastards all fuckin night long.  
I've see the way some of you fuck too, nasty, nasty fuckin bastards", to  
testosterone-loaded laughter all around us.  "No pussy can escape that torment  
unscathed.  Admit it bitch",  Madd-dog twisted my head up to him and asked, "its 
your fault that George hasn't  popped yet isn't it.  Your fuckin  pussy is just 
too fuckin loose for a macho stud like George here.  Fuck, George here fucks 
tight bitch  holes from coast to coast and I've never seen him fail to launch 
before.  I'm not surprised he's having trouble  with this sloppy loose 
fuckwadd hole here", as Madd-dog crammed a rough  calloused finger inside me along 
side George's cock.  "Admit to everyone that your cunt is  just too stretched 
out and loose."   
Madd-dog looked deeply into my eyes as if he was trying to  tell me 
something.  I knew  instinctively to admit this new "fault"; that my cherry pussy had 
been busted by  these macho powerful trucker studs.  This fed their egos and 
lifted some of the pressure from George's  shoulders.  It was clear Madd-dog  
had some kind of plan in the works and I had learned long ago to always run with 
 Madd-dog's plans.  I saw relief in  Georges eyes too as he seemed to sense 
some kind of plan here  too. 
I  nodded and said, "Yes Sir, Madd-dog.  It's my own fault.  My slimy  hole 
has just been stretched too far by all these gigantic trucker cocks", I  lied.  
Truth was my hole was still  tight as a drum and I could feel every inch of 
George's cock sliding in and  out.  Madd-dog's finger stretched my  hole even 
tighter.  It was slick as  hell with all that cum but also still tight as a 
drum, even as Madd-dog pulled  his finger free.  George's balls had  simply been 
pumped dry but I wasn't gonna insult George by saying that out  loud. 
So,  as I was straddling George's hips reading his expression I felt the 
shadow of  Madd-dog towering over me and a gleam came into George's eye.  I could 
swear I also felt his dick jump  a bit inside.  At that instant  Madd-dog 
wrapped his huge black hand around the back of my neck and folded me  over so my 
chin was resting on George's hairy chest, his hard dick still  balls-deep 
inside me.  George  wrapped his hairy bear-like paw around me and held me close.  
My heart froze as I heard Madd-dog say  to George and the others around us, 
"Fuck yeah, this is what we used to call a  two-seeter anyway, hey Kincaid?" as I 
felt the blunt head of Madd-dog's thick  black cock fumbling around my butt 
hole.  My heart froze and my dick jumped. 
By  the time Madd-dog had managed to get that monstrous head forced fully 
inside me  I don't think there was a single person in the lounge who believed any 
longer  that my hole has been ruined.  My  reaction was too clearly one of 
intense pain as I struggled to escape this new  double trucker penetration.  I 
was  so scared I'd be ripped in half by these hard cocks and through this fear  
pleasure began to surface as well.  Having two hard trucker cocks buried deep 
inside me, sliding back and  forth over each other and along my tight canal 
walls lubed with dog cum sent  twinges of pleasure thorough my whole body.  It 
wasn't more than five minutes before  I was pleading for Madd-dog and George 
to, "please keep fucking me, please don't  stop, don't ever stop please".  All  
I heard was laughter and taunts from all around me.  I started to buck and 
weave as part of  me struggled to escape and part of me had never been so happy 
before in my  life.  Madd-dog simply repeated his  first taunt when I'd been 
thrown into the lounge naked with the straight XXX  rape movie playing.  He 
spat out to  the others around us, "Fuck yeah! SSHHHEEEETTTT!!! I do love when 
they  struggle.  Sure does make your dick  feel good, don't it George ole 
buddy?"  
Once  Madd-dog was fully embedded in my hole the two hard trucker cocks 
started to  drive in and out in uniform motion; a perfect harmonious fuck motion.  
There was no longer any worry on my part  that some of that trucker or Titus 
cum would leak out.  The seal felt permanent as the shear  volumes of these 
dicks forced the cum even deeper inside me.  Soon it was as if I wasn't even 
there as  these two huge muscular truckers concentrated solely on the new 
sensations of  pleasure building in their cocks.  One cock sliding along the other 
inside a hot, slick pocket was  overwhelming for them.  All sounds  quieted as 
the men savored these new sensations.  I could see the look of joy on George's  
face and heard little groans and grunts of pleasure from behind me.  Both 
George and Madd-dog were intent on  giving each other the pleasure of a memorable 
fuck.  Although they were actually fucking me I  couldn't help but feel like 
they were fucking each other.  
Just  when I thought Madd-dog was getting close and was about to pop-off 
inside me I  felt George throw me over in a high school like wrestling move and 
roll on top  of me so that he was now on top and Madd-dog was on his back.  The 
double fucking continued for about  15 more minutes until Madd-dog reversed 
the move and reclaimed his top  role.  Back and forth I was flipped  as these 
two strong, sweaty, macho truckers enjoyed the sensations of this  
Dominant/submissive double fuck; neither wanted it to appear like he was being  fucked by 
the other; even though both cocks were firmly embedded in my stretched  tight 
pussy.  At one point I looked  up when George was on top and saw a strange look 
like he was someplace long ago  and far away.  He was looking  directly into 
Madd-dog's eyes as both truckers used my hole and their cocks to  give their 
buddy a good time.  There  seemed to be a real connection there.  I felt again, 
like I did while being  double ended by these two that there was some kind of 
strong and brutal history  here but I knew better than to ever give voice 
this  curiosity. 
Finally, I felt George starting to slam his cock harder  inside me with the 
instinctive thrusts of a cock about to unload.  At this same time Madd-dog was 
also  making sounds like it wasn't going to be long.  I too started an 
uncontrollable orgasm  that was the most intense and most pleasurable I'd felt in my 
entire life.  Both men came inside me at the same  instant and their releases 
lasted for almost 30 seconds of painful thrashing and  thrusting like two 
bulls in a china shop.  We were three cocks erupting with cum, slipping and 
sliding over each  other; each man giving and taking pleasure from the others.  We 
were all covered in sweat and it took  a few minutes for us to catch our 
breath.  Finally, first George slid from my hole followed quickly by Madd-dog as  
both truckers collapsed in a heap, on their backs side by side collecting their  
wits.  I was a wreck as this newest  assault really made me afraid of just 
what these nasty trucker bastards were  capable of.  I was really scared  when 
my arch-enemy Blackmore stuck his face in my own and said to the crowd,  "What 
this fuckwadd needs is a good trucker fist up his hole.  How 'bout it Baby, 
you ready for my arm  up your ass?"  The look in his eye  said he was serious 
and it was only that Mr. Spignotti interceded that I was  spared this new 
torment. 
Mr.  Spignotti ruffled Blackmore's hair in a playful manner and said in a 
friendly  fatherly voice, "Let the bitch be Blackmore.  It's getting light out 
and I think this  new employee has passed his interview."  Mr. Spignotti, always 
the class act brought out a chilled bottle of fine  French champagne and 
glasses for all the exhausted, spent yet happy truckers; my  second interview 
committee.  Glasses  were passed to every trucker until freightliner asked, "How 
come the bitch isn't  drinkin.  Shows fuckin disrespect if  you ask me" he 
sneered.  Mr.  Spignotti just smiled a wicked smile and said, "I've got a special 
drink for our  guest of honor here" as he dumped the ice from the champagne  
bucket. 
I knew immediately what was expected of  me as Mr. Spignotti simply placed 
the bucket on the floor in front me and nodded  in its direction.  I understood 
that  I would be drinking to my new position at Spignotti and  Sons  
Distribution  Center with the "proceeds" of the  night's festivities.  I squatted  
over the bucket and for the first time all evening relaxed my pussy just a  
little and let the juices flow.  After a series of juicy farts and loud plopping 
sounds the bucket was  about 3 inches full with several cups of thick slimy 
liquid of an off white  color.  I joined the rest of my new  co-workers as Mr. 
Spignotti prepared the toast. 
"Here's to Espy, one fuckin good bitch", he said.  "To Espy, one fuckin good 
bitch" came  the testosterone-drenched reply; like one of those old WWII 
movies of soldier  camaraderie as they headed off to war.  As all glasses were 
lifted one final admonition came from Mr. Spignotti,  "Don't waste a fuckin drop 
scumbag, or I'll take Blackmore up on his last idea"  with a hearty "Here Here" 
from the surrounding truckers.  I lift the ice bucket to my lips, closed  my 
eyes, trying not to think about the awful taste of Titus's cum and drank as  
quickly as I could.  A chant of  "Chug, Chug, Chug" went up from the truckers 
and I got every drop in to the  clear disappointment of the sadist Blackmore . 
"OK  fucker.  Here's the deal.", Mr.  Spignotti began, "You'll work the third 
shift from Monday through Friday.  Weekends off. Your job is to treat any  
trucker, fuck any hard dick", with a smirk towards Joe Bruno, "like you did  
tonight.  You've got room and board  and you'll sleep in the shed out back.  The 
shed is off limits to any of you fuckers until the bitch's shift  begins. Got 
the!" he sternly warned the truckers.  "Your precious '68 Firebird, which you  
so thoughtlessly abandoned in the rest area on 287, has been taken to a chop  
shop on Vine Street and is  now in little tiny pieces no fuckin forget about 
it.  No one will remember you entering or  leaving the rest area and if the 
police even learn that you had parked there  they'll assume you'd been kidnapped 
or worse and stop looking for you soon  enough.  Fuck, scum bags like you  
probably disappear all the time and they won't waste too much time.  My 
connections will easily stop any  investigations before they even begin.  Any family 
you had will get over their loss with time.  I'm offering you a chance at a 
fresh  start, fuckwadd.  You'd be wise to  accept it since there is no going back 
now"   
I  felt like I was at a cross roads, that my life was about to diverge in a 
new,  unexpected and irreparable direction.  I thought long and hard as I could 
feel every eye of the warehouse, even  Titus's upon me.  Finally I simply  
nodded, acknowledging my new position in the world as a trucker's bitch for  
Spignotti and Sons.  "Today's  Friday", he continued "you get the fuckin weekend 
to rest that pussy a bit.  On Monday you'll meet my new third shift  manager, 
one Sergeant Carter who will be moon-lighting with us on his off-duty  hours 
in this man's Army.  I think  you'll like the nasty mothafuckin bastard", he 
said looking over at Blackmore,  "he's our kind of guy.  Fuck, you'll  all like 
the guy, even Espy here will warm to his unique brand of management in  time", 
to more laughter as the sweaty spent and tired truckers slowly began  pulling 
on their grimy clothes preparing to hit the road again; happy as pigs in  
shit. 
I had  to laugh myself as I remembered my High School Guidance Councilor 
telling me  that my natural talents didn't seem to fit most conventional jobs.  
Just how unconventional my new career  path had become might shock the prime and 
proper Mrs. Larkie right out of her  bloomers. 
End  of Chapter 11.  Please feel free to  write with any comments. 
danhol900@aol.com
20070129171845
