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Brutal Trucker Sex #12
 
Disclaimer:  This section of the Brutal Trucker Sex Series uses a  character 
borrowed from the 
Raw Recruits story on Nifty Cafe written by Jarrod.  For me this is  one of 
the hottest and well 
written stories on Nifty and I heartily recommend it if you haven't already  
read it.  The 
character of Sgt. Carter is based on the writing of Jarrod but the words  and 
deeds of Sgt. 
Carter in this story are my own creation.  Any inconsistencies from  the 
original character are 
unintentional and should be considered literary license.
 

First day of the new job at Spignotti and Sons Distribution Center of  Jersey 
City, NJ.
The weekend flew by, probably because I spent most of the time in bed  
recovering my strength 
from my ordeal on Thursday night.  At 10:45PM Monday night there was a  loud 
knock on the door 
of the shed I was housed in and Joe Bruno and Titus strutted in barking  
orders.  All Joe did 
was throw a tight lavender colored pair of work overalls and tiny pink  
ruffled ladies panties 
with roses adorning the crotch area at me and commanded me to "Put these  
fuckers on, bitch.  
Your shift is eleven to seven so hop to it.  You're gonna meet  Sergeant 
Carter, your new shift 
supervisor.  He's a real piece of work. A goddamned fuckin piece of  work" 
as Joe continued 
ominously, "but I sure as shit like the son of a bitch."
 
When Joe Bruno lead me to the shift supervisor's office there was a hand  
printed sign in crisp 
military style writing saying simply;
 
  "STAY THE FUCK OUT!
 
   ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE
 
   BITCH TRAINING SESSION IN PROGRESS"
 
I didn't like the look of this and even Joe seemed cowed as he simply  
knocked respectfully on 
the door and shuttled me inside without entering himself.  He closed  the 
door behind me quietly 
and ominously.
 
I was surprised when I first saw Sgt. Carter.  Somehow my lily-white  
suburban upbringing hadn't 
prepared me for even the concept that a black man could be a supervisor and  
even more 
unfathomable that he would be supervising me.  I mean, I'm not a  bigot, shit 
by this time I'd 
taken more black cum inside me than any whore on Times Square but I simply  
hadn't expected it.  
I was going to be supervised by a lithe, trim and muscular black man with  
ram-rod straight 
military bearing.  Every crease in his tan warehouse uniform was  perfect and 
I imagined he 
spent hours making sure he presented the perfect figure of authority. Not  
vain certainly, just 
proud of his appearance and certain of the importance of making a good  
impression.
 
My dick twitched as much as possible; what with it being crammed into the  
tiny tight pink rose 
panties.  I stood in front of Sgt. Carter and couldn't help myself as  I 
shuffled from side to 
side trying to relieve the pressure on my lengthening and thickening  cock.  
Sgt. Carter had a 
bemused smile on his face like he was reading my mind and enjoyed my  
discomfort.  When I 
reached my hand into the overalls he'd apparently had enough as he sprang  
like mountain lion 
and whipped my hand away shouting, "What the fuck do you think you're  
doing, fuckwadd?  Did I 
tell you could stroke your fuckin little pink monkey?  Shit, and with  me 
sitting right here 
watching.  What the fuck kind of shithead did they send me?  God  Damn I can 
see I got my fuckin 
work to do on this god damned project" he derided with anger filling his  
face.
 
"Strip the hell out of that ridiculous outfit you're wearing and let me  
eyeball what kind of 
scum sucker I've got to work with", he barked.  Of course I jumped out  of 
my overall and stood 
embarrassed in my new pink panties.  Well, Sgt. Carter thought this  was a 
sight too funny for 
words as he roared with laughter and my face reddened with shame.  I  
instinctively tried to 
hide my shame by placing my hands over my crotch when he shouted,  "Attention!
" and waited for 
me to snap to attention.  I tried my best to mimic all the movies and  TV 
shows I'd seen and I 
guess I did an OK job since Sgt. Carter returned his attention to my  
panties.  
 
"Are these regulation underwear, son?" he asked barely able to contain his  
laughter.  I was 
dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond.  I knew better than to  tell the 
sergeant that Mr. 
Bruno gave them to me so I silently took all his abuse.  "Well I know  you 
honkies have a lot of 
fuckin unusual habits but I got to tell you, pussybreath, on you these  
fuckers look aaawwwll 
rrrriiiight!  Wear them every night you report to me.  Got it,  scum?"  I 
nodded my head meekly. 
 
Sgt. Carter then proceeded to walk slowly around me examining me like I was  
a side of beef.  He 
ran his hands through my blond hair, inspected my pathetic pencil-thin  
attempt at a moustache 
and stroked my body inspecting my muscles and boning.  He held his  hand 
against my face like he 
was examining the stark contrast between his coal black hand and my pink  
white complexion.  I 
felt like a show dog of horse being inspected before sale.  He just  grunted 
and was deep in 
thought, like he was planning how he would need to whip me into shape for  
the new job Mr. 
Spignotti had designated for me.  Then he commanded me "to drop those  fuckin 
panties around 
your god damned fuckin honky ankles bitch".  In spite of the  humiliation 
this was a relief as 
it allowed my swelling cock to spring forward and upward in a semi-erection  
arc which was not 
welcomed by Sgt. Carter.  He whipped his hand down as hard as he could  onto 
my semi-hard dick 
with such force that I instinctively bent halfway at the waist in  shock.  I 
was seeing stars as 
he then snapped me back upright with a quick painful snap of a handful of  my 
hair.  Sgt. Carter 
was clearly checking out my reactions.  He seemed pleased to note that  his 
hard slap on my cock 
had stiffened it rather than softened it as one might expect from your  
typical recruit.  
 
Apparently I was not your typical recruit.  He smiled an evil grin as  he 
murmured, "Yeah, you 
liked that didn't you, honky?" he smiled, "I heard you nasty son of a bitch  
liked it rough.  I like 
that in a punk.  We understand each other fuckwadd.  I like that  in my 
fuckin scum boys", he 
snarled covering my face with his hot droplets of spit and hate just inched  
from my face.  I 
kept quiet; not wanting to anger this angry Dominating black man further. 
 
Then in a direct impassionate dialog I was briefed; informed by Sgt. Carter  
that he was 
moonlighting for Mr. Spignotti who asked him to get the new warehouse bitch  
ready for unveiling 
in two weeks.  That he had reviewed all the Polaroids from my  "interview" 
and had a sense of my 
innate abilities.  That in the meantime I was to perform extensive  exercises 
to build up my 
stamina and strength and "put some fuckin meat on your bones" as he put  it. 
 I was also 
informed that he would be working on every muscle I had, even a few that  may 
not be seen but 
sure as hell could be felt by hard trucker cock.  "Bend the fuck over  
whitey, I want to inspect 
the hole that so impressed a jaded fucker like Mr. Spignotti.  Shit,  I've 
seen that fucker at 
the Treasure Trove and that nasty son-of-a-bitch is not easily  impressed.  
Fucker's a 
God-dammed legend there.  A God-damned fuckin legend" he declared with  a bit 
of admiration in 
his voice.
 
"Something's not quite right here", he said thoughtfully.  "I know; a  
honky bitch needs some 
fuckin make-up to match those pretty panties.  Just don't seem right  without 
it" he said as he strode 
over to the desk and took out some kind of firecracker red colored lip  gel.  
Sgt. Carter then 
took his finger and the gel and "painted" around my little pink white male  
tits so that they 
looked big, red, round and swollen like a real slut's.  He painted my  lips 
into pouty red whore 
lips and even had me bend over to "give that pussy the inviting, come  hither 
look" as he put 
it; spreading the gel around my pussy lips like it was lipstick.   Satisfied 
with his work he 
said simply, "yeah, now you look like something even I'd fuck" as my dick  
twitched noticeably 
at the thought.  The office had a wall of glass that allowed me a good  clear 
reflection of my 
new appearance and it was quite a transformation.  Standing there I  did look 
like a skinny, 
flat-chested slut.  My lips were full and red and my tiny male tits  had been 
transformed into 
female looking breasts.  A few obviously frustrated truckers who had  heard 
about the new 
warehouse bitch at Spignotti and Sons were already gathering in front of  the 
glass waiting for 
a show.  Sgt. Carter seemed fine with this; I personally was a little  
embarrassed.
 
Sgt. Carter then had me bend over as he wet a finger with spit and  inspected 
the inside of my 
butthole.  When he was satisfied he then inspected my mouth, testing  my gag 
reflex and ability 
to take two, three then four fingers all the way into my throat.   Again Sgt . 
Carter seemed 
enthralled by the contrast of those black fingers and my pretty puffy  
pouting painted red lips. 
 
 I could taste my own pussy juice on his fingers and cursed myself for  not 
cleaning out better. 
 He seemed satisfied as he strutted over to his desk and removed a  circular 
tin of some kind of 
ointment.  He opened the tin and sniffed it heartily with a broad  smile on 
his face said 
simply, "Fuck I do love the smell of pussy" and took out a heaping finger  
full.  To this day I 
remember exactly what he did next.  The pattern is seared in my  
consciousness.  He carefully 
inserted his slime covered index finger not touching the sides of my fuck  
canal on the way in.  
 
Then in a circular motion he slowly and deliberately twisted his finger  four 
times around and 
unhurriedly brought his finger out in an outward spiral ending with three  
more circles around 
the outside opening of my pussy.  "Got me a buddy at the zoo who puts  the 
drippings from all 
the bitches in heat in this here cream.  Fuck, could be bitch juice  from 
anything from hyena to 
a fuckin elephant.  But then pussy's pussy as your good-buddy Tutus'll  tell 
ya, aint that right 
boy?" he asked with real contempt in his voice.  I had a flashback to  my 
ordeal with Titus and 
knew he'd seen those pictures too as my face reddened.  "Now pull  those 
cute little rose 
panties up and let's get the fuck to work" he declared with a hint of  
pleasure in his voice. 
 
I began the next six hours of my eight hour shift performing calisthenics  
with the muscular 
Sgt. Carter yelling orders in my face.  My only breaks were five  minutes 
every hour for water.  
Only a few minutes into my workout a strange sensation started inside  me.  
It was very subtle 
at first, just a slight, almost imperceptible inch; a tingling really. But  
the itch wouldn't 
stop and got stronger and stronger over the hours of exercises.  Sgt.  Carter 
clearly knew what 
I was feeling and seemed pleased as shit.  A wicked broad smile spread  over 
his face, bright 
white teeth gleaming in the blackest face I'd ever seen.  He got up  inside 
my face again, while 
I was taking a break, and looked me squarely in the eye said, "You want to  
get fucked now, 
don't you slut?  You want this big ole black dick tearin that pussy to  
shreds, don't yo boy?  
Shit, let me show you exactly what we're talking 'bout here, boy, give you  
all the fuckin 
information 'fore you go agreeing to something you can't handle."  
 
With that Sgt. Carter stood, unzipped his neat and pressed uniform and  the 
largest, thickest, 
blackest dick I'd ever seen came flopping out.  It was semi-hard,  about 10 
inches already and 
as thick as a beer can.  The shaft was a purple-black of eggplant and  the 
monster knob-like 
head was half again the thickness on the shaft and the shiniest blackest  
color.  Sgt. Carter was
uncut so the black hood tightly gripped the wide, black flared dick head  and 
looked a little like 
some kind of angry evil Franciscan monk.  Already it was dripping  precum 
from the pulsing lips.  
 
He carefully peeled back his pants revealing a tattoo on his lower abdomen  
at the base of that 
monster with the words "PUSSY POUNDER" in two inch high black block letters  
across his lower 
abdomin.  From behind the glass wall I noticed the flash of a camera;  
apparently this session 
was going to be preserved for posterity; just as my interview had.  I  tried 
to imagine what the 
photos would look like as my face reddened again.
 
My dick stood even harder and my hole started itching even worse but my  mind 
knew that that 
monster would kill me.   He just roared with laughter sensing my  ambiguity 
saying, "later boy, 
you'll get all this and a hell of a lot more when you're done". God I hoped  
he didn't mean when 
I was done with tonight's calisthenics.  For the next three hours Sgt.  
Carter put me through my 
paces with that giant black cock still jutting from his uniform.  He  didn't 
bother to put it 
back in his pants.  However, not once did that monster soften; it  remained 
hard and thick with 
a drop of pearly precum precariously balancing on the slit opening  
throughout the entire 
training session.  It was mesmerizing me.  When Sgt. Carter would  bend over 
me to instruct me 
on the proper position for some exercise occasionally his cock would be  just 
inches from my 
mouth but I knew better than to give into my desires, so scared was I of  the 
power of the anger 
I could feel radiating from this sttrong proud Black man.  I could  smell the 
musky man scents 
emanating from his crotch.  The scent was so strong it made me  lightheaded 
and my dick rock 
hard.
 
Sgt. Carter was obviously well trained in developing bodies capable of  
withstanding whatever he 
or the Spignotti truckers were capable of dreaming up.  He kept that  hard 
dripping cock and his 
big full low hanging bull balls out of his uniform the rest of the  evening.  
I was riveted by 
the sight and found myself using it for inspiration to get the final squat  
thrust or push-up 
demanded by Sgt. Carter.  He seemed to be able to read my mind and  sneered 
comments like 
"fucking cock suckin slut" or "fuckin honky bitch" every time I completed a 
 set of exercises.  
 
My dick was hard but my mind imagined with dread what this strong,  
confident, sadistic Blackman 
with a clear hatred of white boys and a monstrous black dick would dream  up . 
 Throughout the 
shift of my exercises the itch inside me just kept getting worse and worse  
as I found myself 
thinking about nothing but the burning itch and some way to scratch  it.  By 
6AM in the morning 
I was becoming desperate for anything to quench the itch and my state of  
mind was becoming 
obvious to Sgt. Carter and the frustrated truckers still milling around the  
office glass wall.  
Sgt. Carter was superbly enjoying the whole situation; keen to the fact  that 
my need was 
beginning to overwhelm my fear of his gigantic black dick.
 
"OK fuckwadd", came the command, "take five" as I collapsed in exhaustion  
on the floor.  I was 
panting for breath, every muscle was as sore as I'd felt the night of my  
interview.  I was 
unable to lift my arms any longer which seemed to be exactly what Sgt  Carter 
was waiting for.  
He grabbed a handful of blond hair and lifted me up to crotch level banging  
my head firmly and 
painfully on the ledge of his mahogany desk.  His grip was  excruciating and 
kept my face from 
moving even an inch in one direction or the other. I was pinned exactly  
where he wanted me and 
wasn't going anywhere until Sgt. Carter decided. 
 
With my head firmly anchored by his fist of my own blond hair I felt him  
brusquely insert his 
index finger and run it slowly around my mouth checking my teeth.  A  smile 
spread across his 
face as he pried open my mouth and visually inspected my mouth; like a  
horseman inspecting his 
next purchase.  More camera flashes from behind the glass wall; I felt  like 
a piece of meat.  
 
Next he said something that I remember like it was yesterday.  He  said, "
Mmm, Mmmm, you sure 
got some pretty little pearly whites there cracker.  Always did like  my boys 
with clean white 
teeth but I got to admit, nothing like throatin a toothless honky  either.  
Like they done in 
that movie deliverance.  You seen that movie boy, know what I'm saying  here, 
fuckwadd?  We can 
do this one of two ways and this is probably the only fuckin time you's got  
a choice.  You can 
make sure that not one fucking tooth brushes against what it aint supposed  
to or you'll be 
swallowing these teeth along with my cock.  It's entirely up to you,  
fuckface.  What do you 
say, teeth or no teeth for you today?" an angry glare in his eyes.   
Sheepishly I replied, 
"Please let me keep my teeth Sir, I'll make sure you don't feel them,  Sir.  
I promise", I 
pleaded almost crying from the humiliation of having to beg for my own  teeth 
from a black man.
 
With that his whole demeanor changed; my submission to his  stronger and more 
powerful personality
only seemed to make him angrier.  Like he was upset that I didn't  fight him 
or try to stand up to him so
he could justify really laying into me.  it was a true no win  situation for 
me and I just wanted to get 
through it.  I could see hatred in his eyes and an even harder and  angrier 
looking black pole 
of flesh jutting from his uniform.  Without warning the Sergeant  pressed his 
slime covered dick 
head to my lips and held it there enjoying the complete control he had over  
me.  
"SSSShhhhiiiiiiitt" he said, "if I knew fuckin bitch-length blond hair like  
yours made for suck 
a fine face hole handle, I'd have let my troops keep theirs right through  
fuckin basic" he 
sneered sliding his thick head around my red colored lips.
 

The head of Sgt. Carter's hard cock felt larger than even any of the  trucker 
cocks that fucked 
me during the interview.  He slowly and methodically slid the head  around my 
lips like he 
enjoyed the look of my painted red lips sliding along the head of his  cock.  
Every few minutes 
he'd apply just slight pressure and watch my lips begin to part for him,  
then he'd continue the 
circular motions.  He was teasing my lips, getting them used to the  idea 
that his cock was the 
driving force here and it would determine when and how far my lips would  
spread.   
 
The slow circular motion and the sweaty musky scent of Sgt. Carter began to  
combine in my 
mind into some kind a strange type of trance where everything else fell  away 
from my consciousness.  
I heard no sounds, my sore muscles disappeared and I saw nothing at  all.  
The horned truckers on the 
other side of the glass and their clicking cameras fell away from my  
consciousness.  I must 
have closed my eyes, which was a mistake, because suddenly I felt a hard  
bitch slap across my 
face with the back of Sgt. Carter's left hand; jolting me sharply back to  
reality as I heard 
the loud, threatening bellowing above me, "Don't fuckin ever close your  
eyes when I'm dickin 
you boy, you got that pussy.  I like to watch you fuckin crackers as  you're 
chowing on my dick" 
as he harshly shook my head with each syllable to emphasize his  point.  We 
locked eyes from 
then on.  I was not about to be told something twice by this scary  bastard.
 
With our eyes locked an evil wicked grin blossomed over Sgt. Carters coal  
black face and his 
gaze bore down upon me with greater and greater intensity.  I could  feel the 
hatred burning in 
his face like you feel the heat of a furnace.  Wave after wave of  anger fell 
over me with that 
slick, black pole sliding over my lips.  No words were spoken, none  needed 
to be, as Sgt. 
Carter positioned the head of his cock at my lips and pushed gently but  
forcefully against my 
mouth.  Slowly my lips parted and I realized too late that this  monster cock 
was going to 
stretch my mouth like it had never been stretched before.  I got  panicky.  
My lips were spread 
as tight as they would go just to get the slime covered head inside.   I 
could feel my cheeks 
swelling outward with the pressure of the dickhead firmly lodged in my  
mouth.  I must have 
looked shocked, scared and demoralized as a joyous smile erupted in Sgt.  
Carter's face with the 
chilling words, "There's no turning back now fucker, you got black Army  
dick inside you and 
it's sure as shit gonna make itself at home inside of honky".   "Shit.  Know 
what pussy?  You 
look just like Alvin the fuckin chipmunk with my dickhead stretching you  out 
like that, just 
like fuckin Alvin" as his taunts degraded into hysterical laughter. "Just  
like a fucking 
chipmunk, a god damned fuckin honky chipmunk dieing to get all this  Sergeant 
dick inside you?
 
"Go ahead baby doll, nurse on ole Sergeant's big ole black dick, nurse like  
the fuckin dickwadd you 
are.  Yeah, baby, message that big old dick head, make it feel nice  and warm 
and comfy in that 
skanky honky face hole" Sgt. Carter calmly commanded with our eyes still  
locked together and 
tears of shame and fear welling in my own.  I tried to move my tongue  around 
his head like I 
had done to Madd-dog Thursday evening and I could feel the slimy precum  
fluid seeping from the 
slit and down my throat.  Sgt. Carter saw my throat muscles swallow  and knew 
intuitively that I 
was swallowing his juice; he seemed to love the thought as pride swelled  his 
ego along with his 
dick and my lips stretched even farther if you can believe that.  I  vaguely 
was aware of 
cheering and chants on the other side of the glass but my attention was on  
the black pole of 
flesh stretching my mouth.
 
Once Sgt. Carter's dick juice and my own saliva had sufficiently lubed my  
mouth and throat, he 
started poking around my mouth like a child playing a game.  He'd move  his 
dick to the right, 
then left, in a little and out a little, never letting the head slip out of  
my mouth once he'd 
gone to the trouble of getting it lodged inside the "honky hole".  He  was 
playing a game of 
dominance here. Letting me know that with my hair in his hands and his dick  
lodged inside my 
mouth he was going to do whatever he wanted in his own time.  I simply  did 
my best to try to 
relax my mouth enough to let him explore me with his dick.  Once or  twice I 
started to gag on 
his cock, my face thrusting forward slightly with each convulsive  choke.  
 
Sergant Carter seemed to be in heavan, a helpless kneeling whiteboy choking  
on his dick and
all this with just his head inside.  Slowly he began picking up the  pace and 
the depth of his exploration,
seeking the back of my mouth more often and with more urgency; inducing the  
dependable gagging
and choking to his delight.  Occasionally he'd press his dick head to  my 
throat opening and pry it open 
just a bit then back away only to repeat this again and again.  Again  the 
trance-like state 
came over me and the whole world collapsed to just his dick and my mouth  
without anything else; 
no warehouse voyeurs, no pink panties, no sound of the outside world; just  
the occasional moan 
of pleasure as I felt the monster dickhead press deeper and deeper towards  
my throat.
 
Just once I made the mistake of taking my eyes off of Sgt. Carter's face  
during one particular 
pleasurable moan with his face straining skyward in pleasure as his dick  
head was almost forced 
into my throat then pulled back.  For just an instant my eyes were  diverted 
to the black column 
of meat and the "PUSSY POUNDER" tattoo still a good six inches from my  
face.  God it looked 
like a mile of black meat in front of me and my heart started to pound;  
fright or pleasure I 
still don't know which.  A sharp tug on my hair brought me back to  reality 
as I focused again 
on the black face above me; the man who had me completely under his  control . 
 Anger seeped down 
from above again as the dick started punching my throat with greater and  
greater thrusts.  Each 
one was harder than the one before and I knew there was nothing for me to  do 
but to try to 
fight my gag reflex, breathe through my nose and endure the  violation.  My 
gaze never left Sgt. 
Carter's eyes and I understood he knew every single sensation I was  feeling. 
 He seemed an 
expert at this and it was clear he had been down this road before with many  
other honky face 
holes in the past.  My throat was being splayed open by the biggest,  
hardest, blackest, 
angriest and most adept cock in the US Army.  I felt a mixture of fear  and 
contentment as I 
looked deeply into those lust and hate-filled brown eyes boring down on  me.  
 
I felt Sgt. Carter shift his body so that his legs were pinning my arms to  
my sides while my 
face was still positioned perfectly for the frontal onslaught of his  massive 
hard cock.  My 
arms were so sore from the previous hours of exercise I could barely move  
them if I'd tried.  
 
Sgt. Carter increased the speed and the depth of his plunges, toying with  my 
throat opening so 
that one thrust would partially ram his massive uncut cock head through my  
throat hole and get 
half the massive head in and the next thrust would just tickle the  opening.  
I never knew what 
his next move would be as my mouth and throat slowly and inescapably gave  in 
to the idea that 
their sole purpose right now was to satisfy that humungous black column of  
male cock banging on 
the door for entry. 
 
Suddenly Sgt. Carter's eyes narrowed perceptively and a distant far away  
look infused them as I 
heard the words that froze my heart.  I heard the bellowing grunt of a  male 
in rut warning, 
"Breath now fucker, I'm going in!" followed by the Marine grunt  "HOORAH!!!"
 
This seems like a good place to end Chapter 12.  Let me know if you're  
enjoying the adventures 
of a trucker slut so far.  There's butt loads more to cum if it seems  like 
there's anyone reading the story!
 
   Write me at _danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:danhol900@aol.com)
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