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Brutal Trucker-Sex-16
 

Repost of a portion of the Brutal Trucker Sex #15b for context.
 
"...The black faces, conversely, were celebrating as if their favorite  
football team had just scored a touchdown.  They were slapping each other  on their 
backs, laughing, joking, smiling and obviously just feeling great about  
themselves.  They seemed more intent on the slick shiny black arm sliding  deeper 
into me: imaging what Sarge must be feeling with honky pussy stretched  tight 
across his forearm.  Sarge slid his free arm under my legs as if I  was a 
ventriloquist's dummy.  
 
In this position Sarge strolled around the room looking deeply and  
aggressively into the eyes of each and every trucker he came across.  To  the white 
truckers he'd strut up, stare them down with his intense hate-tinged  glare as he 
pumped his arm into my spread asshole as a kind of challenge.   It was as if 
he was saying to them, 'This could be your asshole next time if you  don't 
treat me with the respect I deserve'.  Sarge seemed to spend extra  time in 
front of Vinton Brundt as waves of hate flowed through me from one man  to the 
other.  Both men staring at each other with such hatred but Sarge  had the upper 
hand, the one sliding in and out of my stretched truckers' bitch  hole. 
 
To the Black truckers Sarge was like a kid showing off a new trick.   He'd 
let his fellow Black truckers reach out and run their fingers over my  painfully 
stretched pussy lips, he'd tell them how hot and tight my fuck tube  felt 
around his arm and he'd pump his arm in and out just so they could watch my  legs 
twist and turn involuntarily in an futile effort to escape.  This  caused 
lots of laughter from the Black truckers and stares of astonishment from  their 
white brethren.  I must have looked like a puppet on a string as my  head 
rolled back and to the side, drool running down my face and my arms and  legs 
flailing aimlessly about.  The whole time I could feel Sarge's black  fist inside 
me and his hard black cock pressing firmly against my back.   Sarge was still 
wearing his pressed and creased supervisor's uniform with that  humungous black 
"Pussy Pounder" jutting from his crotch.  I drifted off  into a kind of 
trance as I began to imagine that Sarge's fist was actually the  biggest Black 
cock in the world and it was fucking me senseless.  My  humiliation was 
compounded when Madd-dog shouted out "Lookee there fuckers, the  bitch's little pink 
dick is rock hard and fuckin droolin precum..." to raucous  laughter from 
everyone, even the freaked out white truckers. 
 
Again my cock had betrayed my true feelings to this group of brutal and  
sadistic truckers..."
 
Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 16
 
"Shit you god damned slimy cum-filled fuckwadd, I'm gonna cram Max's slimy  
swimmers so far inside you you'll be shitting doggie-cum for fuckin days"  
Sarge's testosterone drenched baritone growled in my ear loud enough for the  
desperately horny truckers to hear.  With these words Sarge started rapidly  
cramming his fist inside me faster and deeper with each thrust.  The room  was 
spinning and all I could do was concentrate on that humungous black  appendage 
that was tearing my hole.  I was barely conscious of the sounds  of the click 
and whirl of Polaroids going off knowing these snapshots would  certainly be 
passed around every truck-stop and greasy spoon frequented by road  weary horny 
truckers.  I tried to imagine what the photos would look  like.  The contrast 
of Sarge's shiny cum coated black arm stretching my red  painted pussy lips 
apart as my pale white butt cheeks glowed with sweat and  dripping cum would 
certainly be memorable.  
Even more impressive would  be any photo that captured all this along with 
the expressions on Sarge's and my  face.  Sarge would surely show a mixture of 
emotions on his stern, strong  black face; pleasure, dominance, joy, anger and 
perhaps commanding power and  awe.  My own sweat-drenched face would show my 
pain surely, but also a  mixture of my humiliation and degradation to be used 
so callously to please  another stronger man.  Any photo couldn't help but 
capture my clear  apprehension, fear, pleasure and contentment at the unfolding 
situation.   It would be obvious to everyone who saw these pictures that both 
Sarge and I  were enjoying ourselves immensely since we both were showing rigid 
hard cocks  dripping with precum.
 
As Sarge thrust his arm deeper and deeper inside me my legs and arms  flailed 
around as if I was attached to an electrical current.  My head  would shoot 
backwards with each painful thrust in and slide forward with each  withdrawal.  
As Sarge's fist fucking motion increased my head bobbing  increased as well.  
So much so that after a few minutes my head was bobbing  up and down like a 
god-damned bobble-head toy on a car's dashboard.  That  sadistic bastard 
Blackmore came up with a 'great' new game to add to my shame  and humiliation.  
Since it looked like I was nodding my head yes, he strode  up to Sarge and me, 
grabbed my head to stop the nodding and looked me squarely  in the eyes to focus 
my attention and asked, "Fuck your mother?" and let my hair  go.  My head 
involuntarily nodded yes from Sarge's fisting but the truckers  all got the idea 
and laughed uproariously.  
 
Even Sarge liked this new humiliation of his honky bitch hole so he'd stop  
the stroking while the questions were being asked and fist me vigorously for 
the  head nodding to begin.  One by one the horny truckers would walk up to me  
and ask me disgusting, humiliating questions to which I would involuntarily 
nod  my head yes.  Questions like, "Ever lick your dad's balls?" from the 
cowboy  trucker Montana.  "Eat his asshole out?" from DC.  "Fucked your sister  
yet?" from Madd-dog.  "Like to eat shit?" from Freightliner.  On and  on the 
questions rang out and on and on I humiliated myself by nodding  yes.  They 
became more disgusting and humiliating but I was powerless to  prevent my head 
from bobbing.  
 
One time I did try to stop my head from bobbing after a particularly  
disgusting question.  Blackmore saw what I was doing.  He immediately  stepped up and 
grabbed my swinging balls painfully until both the vicious  fisting from 
Sarge and the painful squeezing of my balls from Blackmore forced  my head to 
agree with the latest disgusting comment.  The truckers all  broke out in gleeful 
laughter knowing I'd be nodding yes to everything from then  on.
 
The sadistic truckers continued their disgusting, revolting, humilating  
taunts while Sarge continued to ram that monstrously thick arm deeper and deeper  
inside me.  I felt more trapped and violated than I'd never felt before, I  
was being used by all these bastards, every last one of them, for their own  
pleasure at my expense.  I was nothing but a pleasure toy for their  sadistic 
needs.  I realized I was truly beneath contempt, that I had sunken  to the lowest 
depths a young innocent 18 year old man can sink.  I thought  about all the 
things that had happened to me in the three short weeks since I  had allowed 
myself to be talked into George Kincaid's rig on 287.  
 
I don't know what happened but all these thoughts, the torments, the abuse,  
the pain and humiliation all conspired against me as suddenly my rigid hard 
cock  started to explode cum all over my abdomen, Sarge's arm and the cement 
warehouse  floor.  I was shooting cum a foot in the air without any control over  
myself.  Sarge used the opportunity to give himself a little extra lube;  
coating his arm with extra trucker bitch cum.  He thoroughly enjoyed the  milking 
sensations as my ejaculating fuck-tube walked up and down his arm as the  on 
looking truckers gasped then applauded this new turn of events.  
 
I heard Sarge sneer, "Fuck yeah baby, shoot that load.  Fuckin spill  your 
load bitch. Yeah that feels good on my god damned arm baby.  A fucking  milking 
machine on my arm.  You bastards got to feel this.  Fucking  god damned pussy 
massage" as laughter erupted from all the men around us.   Even when I'd 
finished cumming Sarge kept up his fisting and the sadistic  truckers continued 
their ruthless game of humiliation.  My head continued  to bob up and down to 
Sarge's fist fucking motion.  The orgasm had been one  of the most pleasurable 
and satisfying orgasms of my life but instead of being  content I found myself 
wanting more.  No needing more!  I pleaded for  Sarge to keep fucking me and 
this only drove the other truckers to new heights  of depravity. 
 
Finally, when the sadistic truckers tired of their newest cat and mouse  game 
Sarge brusquely removed his supporting arm and I tumbled to the cement  floor 
like a sack of potatoes; his thick black arm painfully ripped free.   My 
knees were sore but more importantly suddenly my butt was completely empty  for 
the first time in hours.  Instead of feeling pleased or relieved, I  felt empty; 
almost hungry.  My gaping hole was wet so I could feel the cold  midnight 
warehouse air blowing across my sweat glistened butt cheeks and slime  covered 
hole.  I desperately needed something stuffed inside me just to  feel satisfied 
again.
 
It didn't take Sarge long to begin to meet my needs.  He kneeled down,  over 
my prone body; still in his perfectly pressed warehouse supervisor's  uniform. 
 He spread my cheeks with his calloused hands, rubbing his fingers  across my 
super sensitized red painted pussy lips, enjoying the stark contrasts  
between his strong black fingers and my puffy red painted opening.  I heard  a low 
growl of contentment escape his lips, so quiet no one else could  hear.  But he 
and I both knew he was enjoying this.  This knowledge  drove me on; making me 
want to please this strong domineering black man who had  just given me one 
of the most intense orgasms of my young life.  Sarge  started to rub his 
fingers across and around my butthole with greater and  greater urgency; poking 
first one then two fingers in to tease me.   "Mmmmnnn", he purred his pleasure in 
my ear so quietly only I could hear him but  the effect was clear for all to 
see.  I instinctively arched my back up,  pushing my hips back to meet his 
fingers.  Quietly I murmured my pleasure  humming, "Oh yeah" so quietly I'm sure 
only Sarge heard.  His fingers  became more urgent as they slid across and 
inside me with greater  confidence.  Sarge hummed, "Oh yeah baby, yeah" in his 
deep testosterone  drenched baritone, sending waves of desire through my body. 
 Sarge poked  three fingers roughly into my battered hole and instead of 
feeling pain or fear  I felt pleasure and the need to be fucked.  "Oh yeah", I 
sighed,  "Please..." I quietly begged in a whisper.  Sarge smiled and asked, "
Please  what baby? Please what?" as he slid four fingers inside me and started 
to twist  them around.  My hips gyrated from side to side trying to squeeze 
those  wonderful black fingers inside me.  "MMMnnnn", I heard from behind "Your 
 pussy feels so fuckin hot.  Want me, baby?  Want your black Army  Sergeant, 
slut?"
 
All I could do was nod my head as my heart pounded in my chest like a  
runaway train.  I shivered with desire as Sarge pulled his hand all the way  out of 
me and slid in three fingers to the third knuckle.  "Oh yeah" he  sigh, "Oh 
fuckin yeah, baby".  My hips convulsed reflexively in an  animalistic hunger I 
had never known before.  Sarge seemed to sense this  and toyed with my 
quivering pussy, enjoying my reactions.  "Please fuck me,  please fuck me Sir" I 
quietly whispered, "Please".  Sarge was delighted  with my change of attitude 
but his own demeanor only hardened in response.   He became even more insistent 
and demanding, growling insults under his breath  that only he and I could 
share.  "Slut, pig, bitch, whore" were some of his  whispered favorites.  It 
became an extremely intimate time for us; like we  were the only ones in the 
warehouse.  His utter distain for me was clear  despite his need to dominate an 18 
year old blond trucker slut he also craved to  fist me as much as I craved to 
be fisted. The whole time that Sarge was fondling  my butthole my pussy lips 
were pulsing in and out; expressing my new-found  hunger.   
 
While our words went unheard by the other truckers my physical reaction did  
not go unnoticed.  It was clear that I was enjoying the pleasure that  Sarge's 
rough hands were giving.  Each plunge in with his hand was met with  a gasp 
of pleasure from me and backwards thrusts of my hips.  Sarge was  toying with 
my pleasure nerves like he was playing a fine violin; stroking  intimate places 
inside me in order to elicit just the response he was  after.  Sarge began to 
pull his hand all the way out of my tattered hole  and shove it half way in 
with a 'SPLUNK' sound.  He increased the speed and  momentum with each plunge 
so that the sounds became louder and more thunderous  with each thrust.  I 
became like a rutting bull shoving my hips back to  meet Sarge's hand with each 
thrust; my rock hard cock banging against my well  muscled six-pack abdomen 
with wet slapping sounds.  Sweat pooled on my  forehead and ran onto the floor as 
my passion for Sarge and all the brutal  truckers exploded.  "Fist me Sir", 
I screamed, "Fuck the shit out of my  pussy with that fuckin strong Black 
fist, Sir.  Please shove your fist  inside me Sarge.  I need it really bad, please 
Sir, please" I  pleaded.  The warehouse erupted in hysterical laughter.
 
This outburst made Sarge smile a wide shit-eating grin and made all the  
sweaty grimy sadistic truckers gather round to see what would happen next.   Even 
Mr. Spignotti came out of the supervisor's office door and stood to Sarge's  
left side in his fine charcoal grey silk suit visibly tented out in front,  
watching my frenzied reaction.  I had become a bitch in heat, exactly  according 
to Mr. Spignotti and Sarge's plan.  Just as with all the honky  troops Sarge '
blacks' in boot camp.  Like them I caved into his superior  will; 
surrendering myself to serve his sadistic needs and those of every trucker  at Spignotti 
and Sons.  Sarge shot Mr. Spignotti a knowing smile and asked  nonchalantly, "
Sir, mind holding the bitch down while I pound the fuck out of  this pussy 
with my fist?"
 
"Fuck no Sergeant", Mr. Spignotti snarled hoarsely, "I'm as fucking  
patriotic as the next son of a bitch.  You know I'll help out any fuckin  soldier in 
need in this man's Army in any way I can.  I consider it my  fuckin patriotic 
duty, son".  Mr. Spignotti walked around to my head,  raised his left foot 
and brought his fine Gucci leather loafer down very hard on  the back of my 
neck.  My face hit the floor with a loud thud, eliciting  laughter and cheers from 
those around us.
 
I was forced into the same exaggerated bitch position from earlier; on my  
knees with my legs spread very wide and my chest pressing heavy on the cement  
floor, my neck firmly held down by Mr. Spignotti and my arms sprawled uselessly 
 to the sides.  There was considerable pain but I didn't care.  Sarge  had 
said he'd be pounding my pussy with his fist.  That was all I heard and  that 
was all I cared about.  "Oh please, Sir.  Please fuck me,  Sir.  Cram that thick 
black arm inside me, Sir.  Please fill me up,  please Sir" I pleaded .  This 
was met by more laughter and derision from the  surrounding truckers.  I heard 
someone say, "Fuckin slut.  God damned  useless fuckin slut is only good for 
dickin.  Fuck I'd sure like to seed  that cunt right now, fucking fill it like 
ole Max done' as murmurs of agreement  spread through the crowd of horny 
truckers. 
 
With my ass high like that my hole was easily accessible for Sarge to fist  
and my hard cock and low hanging balls were also in clear view of the  
surrounding truckers.  I could feel Sarge's hand clenching into a fist as  my heart 
beat faster still begging for him to fist me.  With my head  pressed firmly on 
the floor I could only see half the truckers but those I did  see were all 
naked or had their pants around their ankles and were jerking their  hard cocks 
like they were polishing the fuckin family silver.  The truckers  were all 
sweaty and grimy but their body types ranged from ragged scrawny  truckers with 
missing teeth and bald heads to well muscled, handsome examples of  virile men; 
some had pot-bellies from years behind the wheel of 18-wheelers and  some were 
perfectly fit.  They all had hard cocks however and they all were  staring at 
Sarge and me intently.  The only people in the warehouse fully  dressed were 
Sergeant Carter and Mr. Spignotti. Most of the stroking truckers'  eyes were 
glazed over with lust as they watched Sarge prepare to stuff my hole  again with 
his fist.  All I could do to encourage Sarge was to continue  pleading for 
his fist, begging to be fisted by him, and opening and closing my  hole as a 
non-verbal invitation.
 
Finally, I felt Sarge tense and just as he did I pushed my hips backwards  at 
the same instant his fist broke through my opening lodging itself firmly to  
the wrist inside me. An involuntary scream escaped my lips from the unexpected 
 pain.  A cheer went up from the truckers as I heard Mr. Spignotti say with  
pride in his voice, "God Damn!!"  My dick twitched again, bobbing obviously  
for all to see.  I was in heaven; I saw stars and I think I saw Gabriel  that 
day.
 
This is a good place to end this chapter.  I'll be posting the next  chapter 
soon and in the meanwhile I like to hear from readers and get your  comments 
or suggestions.  Your comments encourage me to keep writing.   Please write me 
directly at;
 
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