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Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 15
 
My first day and my first shift on the job at Spignotti and Sons  continued.  
I hope you're enjoying the retelling of this traumatic period  in my early 
formative years.  Feel free to email me if you have comments.  
_danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:danhol900@aol.com) 
 
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 zipper 
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 perfect 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 adam'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 black 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 'bout 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 'em the slut and  
give 'em the rest of the shift.  Shit there's what 'bout 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.
 
End of Chapter 15 
Please let me know if you are enjoying the story so  far.  Write me at 
_danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:danhol900@aol.com)   for comments or suggestions .




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