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Recap  of Chapter 12 for context: 
"... 
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 fuckin  going in!"
 followed by the Marine grunt  "HHHHOOOOORRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!" 
Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 13 
Just  on the last syllable of "Hoorah" I felt the intense pain of a full 
kick to the  groin by Sgt. Carter's steel toed work boot.  The power behind the 
kick would have  been strong enough to knock the wind out of me if the massive 
black column of  meat wasn't stuffing my throat opening at this very second.  
I saw stars from the pain as my entire  consciousness focused on the pain in 
my balls.  I instinctively doubled over trying to  protect my balls from 
further assault.  This pain became my entire center of attention for only an instant 
as  waves of pain and nausea swelled over my body in wave after wave of agony 
from  my groin outward.  I was yanked back  to reality by the sounds of the 
grunt of a man under heavy exertion, like he was  trying to lift an extremely 
heavy package.  The grunt came from Sgt. Carter above me and he wasn't lifting 
but simply  trying to shove his hard saliva covered cock head through my 
throat hole  opening.  In the instant that the  kick diverted my attention Sgt. 
Carter used this opportunity start his drive  home; a tactical maneuver taught to 
generations of cadets at the  West Point  Academy no doubt.  All events 
conspired against me as I  fought to keep that massive black invader from my 
throat.  The shock of the kick opened my throat  as I tried to scream, my head was 
thrown forward at high speed as I doubled over  into an instinctive protective 
position and as Sgt. Carter slammed his hips  forward at the same instant he 
tugged sharply on my blond hair driving my head  onto the pole of meat.   
It  felt like everything was happening in slow motion; like when you can see 
an  automobile accident happening but are powerless to do anything to change 
these  events.  Sgt. Carter's massive cock  head tore my throat open and slowly 
started the inevitable plunge to the full  depths; before I knew it I was 
impaled on that black "PUSSY POUNDER".  His heavy black balls slammed against my 
 chin and my head and neck were forced into an unnatural ramrod straight  
position, like I was straining to look up at the stars at night.  A sharp tug on 
my blond hair reminded me  to look up at Sgt. Carter as I was met by a wide 
smile of pleasure on his  face.  Sgt. Carter was a man who had  many, many 
talents and was obviously very experienced in this sort of  thing.  I knew 
instinctively that  mine was not the first throat he had raped in this way.  Sgt. 
Carter looked down at me with my  lips pressed fully against his abdomen obviously 
enjoying the feelings.  "God damn you honkys sure as shit look  good with 
black cock down your throat.  Those pretty red lips stretchin round the base of 
ole Pounder there.  Jus 'bout the best place for honkies if  you ask me" he 
sneered.  His smile  widen and a twinkle formed in his eye as he added, "But 
fuck man what am I  saying, you can't ask me now can you, pussy boy?  Not with 
ole Sergeant's sausage lodged  in your throat" as he burst out laughing, 
clearly amused with his little  joke.  "Shit, that's one fuckin hot  throat you got 
there pussy boy" he continued slowly, not moving his cock an inch  since the 
first plunge.  "Damn you  fuckin queer honkies sure do know how your ole 
Sergeant likes his throatin,  don't you boy?  Shit you  motha-fuckas'll do jus '
bout anything for a taste a hard black cock, aint that  so, fuck face?  Fuckin 
crackers only  good for dicking, far as I'm concerned" he sneered under his  
breath. 
Sgt.  Carter threw his head back in ecstasy with a strong grip on the back of 
my  head.  I knew I wasn't getting off  this cock until Sgt. Carter decided I 
was.  The pain of this new battering is impossible to describe accurately.  
The pain in my groin was  overwhelming in itself but the pain in my throat 
completely consumed me as I  struggled to get that hard black cock out of me .  
Sgt. Carter loved my struggles, having  no trouble keeping me pinned to the desk 
with his legs.  He was enjoying my gagging motions and  the involuntary throat 
spasms along his cock shaft.  "That's right baby, massage ole  Sergeant's 
cock, work me up to a fuckin righteous lather with that face  pussy.  Ahh Fuck.  
God Dammit. Fuck yeah.  Shit honky, you're a fuckin natural, a  god damned 
fuckin natural throat pussy" he moaned with that rigid black monster  still 
buried to the hilt in my torn throat. 
I was  starting to get scared as I felt myself running out of air.  I pleaded 
with my eyes for Sgt. Carter  to please pull out so I could breathe.  Tears 
welled up in my eyes as I felt powerless to confront this man who  was clearly 
only interested in his own pleasure.  Sgt. Carter was thinking with his dick  
now and not his head.  I was getting  concerned for my life; not sure the 
bastard wouldn't let me suffocate right  there on his cock just for the pleasure 
my throat was giving him.  All the while those trucker bastards on  the other 
side of the glass wall didn't lend a hand to help me.  Instead, all I saw were 
flash after  flash of cameras.  All sorts of  strange thoughts went through my 
mind as my oxygen depleted brain started to  hallucinate.  I imagined how the 
 employees of Spignotti and Sons would dispose of my body; that they were  
probably very experienced with this and that I would end up in a land fill in  
the Meadowlands, just up the freeway.  
But  the Sergeant Carter wasn't even looking at me now; so enraptured with 
his new  throat pussy and the sensations it was giving his cock.  Time dragged 
as I fought against the  brute to no effect.  Suddenly when  as I was 
completely out of air and my face was flushed and blue Sgt. Carter  started a series of 
rapid jabbing motions with his cock, pulling back just a few  inches and 
slamming it home again as his balls slapped my chin with each down  thrust.  "Fuck 
yeah!", I heard,  "Fuckin Fuckin yeah!!".  I still  couldn't breathe and 
the jabs were tearing my throat to shreds.  I was almost completely unconscious 
as  Sgt. Carter mercilessly whipped his cock from my throat in one painful  
motion.  "Useless fuckwadd slut" he  spat as he released my hair from his grip 
and stepped back from the  desk. 
I  collapsed on the floor clutching my throat trying to get air while trying 
not to  vomit.  The first gasp of air hurt  as much as Sgt. Carter's cock 
going in; so sensitive was my throat from the  assault.  Wave after wave of nausea 
 welled over me as adrenaline flooded my system as the millennia old fight or 
 flight system took over.  In this  situation however, the nausea only 
incapacitated me further as I lay on the  floor, gasping for breath in the fetal 
position clutching my aching balls  pleading for Sgt. Carter to, "Please stop. No 
more, please.  I can't take it.  Please Sir, you'll kill me.  I can't take 
anymore, Please.  Please have a little empathy".  Well empathy was apparently 
not in his  vocabulary as he spit the word back at me saying, "Fuckin  '
M-PATH-EEEE',  a honky slut like you don't deserve no fuckin  'M-PATH-EEEE'",  as 
he stood towering over me with his arms crossed enjoying the sight of his  
newest honky bitch writhing on the floor clutching my throat and groin.  He had 
that evil gleam in his eye, like  I'd seen before with Mr. Spignotti and even 
my nemesis Pete Blackmore.  There he stood like the Lord of the  manor looking 
down on his serfs.  I  knew I was in trouble still when I say that massive 
black pole with the shiny  black hood and head jutting from the crisp pressed 
uniform and the massive heavy  (and those fuckin still full!!!) black bull balls 
hanging below.   
Something told me this ordeal wouldn't be over until those  balls had been 
drained, probably somewhere inside me.  I heard laughter, grunting and cheers on 
 the other side of the glass as I remembered the gang of horny truckers  
impatiently waiting their turns.  Without warning Sgt. Carter grabbed my hair and 
dragged me back into  position by his desk saying sharply, "Quite your fuckin 
belly-aching  fuckface.  That was only one fuck  stroke, namby fuckin scumbag. 
 It's  gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to drain these fuckin Army 
balls.  Back to work fuck face, back to fuckin  work", as laughter erupted on 
both sides of the glass. 
Sgt.  Carter grabbed my hair and positioned my face at crotch level again and 
started  rubbing his shiny black cock head over my pouty red lips.  I did not 
need to be told to keep eye  contact as our eyes locked once again.  This 
time though, in order to remind me of my precarious position he  roughly kicked 
my knees apart so that my vulnerable balls were exposed for any  new attack he 
desired.  Sgt. Cater  then started rubbing his steel toed work boot over the 
pink roses of my  panties.  My concentration was torn  between the dick at my 
lips and the boot at my balls and dread filled me with  the thought of each.  I 
struggled to  protect both vulnerable areas without any real defenses of  
either. 
"Fuckin slut", Sgt. Carter sneered, "I pounded the shit out  of your balls 
and that pink dick of yours is still fuckin stiff as a board.  You're thinking '
bout your ole  Sergeant's dick aintcha boy, thinking how good it felt crammed 
down your honky  throat, right faggot?"  Truth be  told, my cock was actually 
bursting from the tight pink panties.  As the steel toe ran over my cock and  
tapped my balls I understood how little protection the panties actually 
offered  from a determined steel-toed work boot.  The monstrous black cock started 
probing my lips again at the very  instant I felt the toe lower the panties 
with a sharp twang as the elastic  snapped under my aching balls freeing my cock 
and balls for whatever assault  Sgt. Carter had in mind.  With our  eyes 
still locked Sgt. Carter started grinding all the dirt and grim from the  bottom 
of his work boot into my hard and sensitive pink cock enjoying the look  of 
pain in my eyes as much as the look of black leather against my white  dick. 
Slowly the black "Pussy Pounder" parted my lips again gaining  access to my 
mouth and started tapping on the opening of my throat again, all  the time the 
boot was probing and inspecting my sensitive groin area.  A cruel game 
developed where Sgt. Carter  would pretend to haul his foot back preparing to kick 
again just to watch me  cower and try to protect myself.  Then he'd grab my 
head with both hands like he was going to thrust all  the way in to the balls 
again to enjoy the look of fear in my eyes.  Through this whole ordeal I learned  
never to unlock my gaze with Sgt. Carter.  If I did a sharp tug on my blond 
hair reset my gaze onto the towering  black man with complete dominion over me; 
a hard cock, huge overflowing black  balls and an evil wicked attitude in 
control of the whole package.  Slowly over time I learned to forget  about the 
menace of the boot and just concentrate on the cock in my mouth as the  same 
trance-like state came over me. 
I was  only half surprised as I felt the same kick to my balls, this time 
with less  power and the same slamming of the black balls against my chin.  Again 
the inevitable slow motion stab of  the black cock started to fill my throat 
canal to overflowing.  All this without loosing eye contact as  I could see 
the pleasure my throat was giving Sgt. Carter in his eyes.  For this plunge Sgt. 
Carter didn't waste  time savoring the heat and tightness of my throat.  
Rather as soon as his cock hit bottom he  pulled it almost all the way out and 
shoved it back in to the hilt.  He did this twenty, thirty times, an  uncounted 
number of times, each thrust faster and more powerful than the one  before.  
With our eyes locked I was  forced to jerk my head upwards with each downward 
plunge as the hard tube of  black meat straightened the natural curve of the 
human throat into a ramrod  straight freeway for his cock.  My  throat became a 
fuck tube for that humongous black cock and my natural mucus and  saliva 
lubricated it enough that Sgt. Carter got a very fast and powerful rhythm  going.  "
Shit", I heard, "You really  do look good with my cock down your throat, honky
" he snickered as my attention  returned to the cock.  I heard  muffled 
chants of some kind from behind the glass but my entire concentration  was on 
providing the black cock in my throat as much pleasure as I  could. 
With  a little training and encouragement from Sgt. Carter I learned to 
loosen and  tighten my throat muscles upon command.  My breathing fell into the 
rhythm of the fucker above me.  Sometimes I would make myself start to  gag as 
the involuntary convulsions sent shivers of pleasure through the angry  black 
Sergeant towering over me.  Sgt. Carter had set up full-force fuck-strokes by 
this time; like those  the truckers had used on my butt hole last Thursday.  The 
difference was that this time the  fuck hole was my throat and the cock was 
the biggest blackest cock I'd ever  seen.  With my arms still pinned to  the 
desk by Sgt. Carter's legs there was nothing for me to do other then to gaze  at 
those powerful angry brown eyes over me and work my throat so as to end this  
painful assault as quickly as possible.  One time I thought I had him on the 
verge of cuming when the bastard  firmly slapped me on the head, holding his 
twitching cock just inside my  mouth.  Desperate for this to end, I  even tried 
tonguing and nursing the head but Sgt. Carter wasn't done with his  pleasure 
fuck yet and told me so with a resolute backhand slap for my  efforts.  This 
sent me sprawling  across the room.   
By  the time I'd regained my senses Sgt. Carter was collected and ready to 
facefuck  again.  Still, through all this his  uniform looked perfectly clean 
and pressed while I was a sweating, dripping mess  with my open mouth aching to 
be fucked by black cock.  This time no surprise tactics were  needed as my 
throat was unceremoniously filled to overcapacity for the umpteenth  time that 
night.  About twenty  minutes later, our gazes still locked, I could feel the 
unmistakable power  thrusts that portend the inevitable release of pent up ball 
juice.   
But  Sgt. Carter wasn't satisfied to just dump his seed down my throat into 
my  gullet.  I expected the throat fuck  to build to the inevitable crescendo 
finishing with that now familiar frantic  lunge as deep into my hole as 
possible; that almost universal need to deposit  seed as deeply as possible.  But  
Sgt. Carter surprised me, as the high point approached he brutally yanked that  
black monster from my throat shouting, "Open wide, fuck face.  I wanna see my 
seed on that pretty pink  tongue of yours.  You're gonna be  tasting Army cum 
for the rest of the night, got that shithead?" he added, our  gazes still 
locked. 
I  could feel him jerking his shaft using my throat juices for lube as that  
gigantic head swelled even further and seemed to cover my entire tongue.  He 
still gripped my blond hair with a  death grip so I knew there was no way I 
could escape the inevitable.  I felt his body stiffen and the jerking  became 
more frantic as I heard, "Yeah, fuck.  Shit.  Yeah, ummnph, Fuck Yeah! Fuckin 
take my  load honky.  Take this Army load of  cum into that trucker slut mouth. 
Fuck yeah, umnngh Fuck".  Sgt. Carter spit out these words with  utter contempt 
as his angry stare bore down on me with increased intensity.  I felt six or 
seven large gushes of hot  liquid spraying into my mouth and was able to catch 
most of it onto my  tongue.  To hold all the slimy  liquid I was forced to 
form a kind of bowl with my tongue, curling the edges  upward to hold the hot 
fluid back.  Sgt. Carter spat out the final, "Shit, god dammit, shit, fuckin 
honky  bitch" as he shook the last drops of cum from his hard black cock into the 
lake  on my tongue. 
Looking down at his accomplishment he smiled with a look of  triumph, 
studying the white goo inside my mouth, saying, "Fuck Yeah, that's one  
BEE-U-Tee-full sight, fuckface.  A  fucking work of art."  Slowly he  worked his black 
cock head around my tongue enjoying the sensations and my look  of disgust as I 
tasted for the first time his gigantic load of spooge.  The taste was bitter, 
musky and sweet  all at the same time.  He saw my  look of disgust and smiled, 
apparently proud that he had reduced a blond honky  18 year old suburban kid 
to a black sperm-eating slut.  He warned me, "Enjoy the taste fucker  but don'
t swallow yet.  I want to  savor the look on that pretty pink face as my baby 
makers slowly slide down that  tongue.  You're really a cum-hound  now, Bitch; 
a fuckin honky cum-hound.  Bet you never thought you'd be chowing on black 
Army dick and swallowing  so much slime but ole Sergeant here will keep you in 
ball juice, keep you in all  the fuckin black ball juice you can take." 
A  feeling of nausea came over me as the picture of all this cum in my mouth 
hit me  for the very first time.  During my  interview at Spignotti and Sons 
there simply hadn't been time to dwell on this  before for as soon as one load 
was deposited the next cock was pumping away  looking for relief.  Still 
twirling  his cock head around my slimy tongue Sgt. Carter sneered, "Fuck that's 
pretty,  fuckin BEE-U-tee-full" he said again just to make sure I understood.  
My face reddened with shame as I was  being made a cumdump by this powerful 
and domineering black  man. 
A  twinkle came into Sgt. Carter's eyes as he seemed to be actually coating 
his  cock head with his cum, getting as much on it as he could before he slowly 
slid  it over the back of my tongue where the taste changed to one of 
bitterness as  the sweetness disappeared.  "Savor  that goo, Spunky.  Get a good ole  
taste of Sergeant cum, boy" he said as he drove his still hard cock back down 
my  throat. 
The  volume was too much for me and took me by surprise as I choked and 
gagged.  A large wad of slimy goo spurted out my  nose and onto my chin as Sgt. 
Carter burst out in laughter and drove his cock  with increasing ferocity as more 
cum leaked from my mouth and my nose.  Each thrust in sent more cum out my 
nose  and more laughter from the Sergeant.  I heard Sgt. Carter sneer, "Fuckin 
BEE-U-tee-full" to more laughter and  genuine amusement at my predicament.  I 
was a slimy mess and Sgt. Carter was enjoying these new sensations of  black 
cock sliding through slick red honky lips.  More camera flashes from behind the  
glass door humiliated me further.  I  must have been a sight to behold 
because Sgt. Carter seemed enraptured with the  whole scene. 
I  nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of a man clapping 
behind me;  slowly at first, but then increasing as if this were the conclusion of 
some kind  of Opera.  I couldn't turn my head  to see who it was but I was 
looking up into Sgt. Carter's eyes as a broad smile  filled his face and he 
blurted out, "Holy Fuck.  Well I'll be  damned..." 
End  of Chapter 11.  Write me if you're  enjoying the series or if you have 
any suggestions or comments.  Its the comments from readers that keep me  
putting my true life experiences on paper.  Write me directly  at   
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