Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 14:21:06 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal trucker Sex #13

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

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 fuckstrides 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 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 the resistance was futile.  I actually began to enjoy the sensations
with all options were 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 felt Sarge begin to drive faster and more powerfully into my throat
first, knowing that this could signal the inevitable busting of his nut
down my tormented throat.  Mr. Spignotti however still had not forgiven me
for my insubordination earlier; his goal was still to teach me a 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 chin.  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. 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 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 proper place at Spignotti
and Sons is with a dick in every 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.  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 my 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
explicit wishes.  He understood my innermost thoughts however and wisely
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 inevitable 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 down 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.
There was nothing to do other than to swallow the whole slimy load as my
stomach turned at the thought that Mr. Spignotti was still not done with
his torments.  "You fuckin slut!  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 for 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 what ever hard cock 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 pleasure of my ball juice this time; fuckin slimy
bitch.  I'm still too pissed with the slut; fuckin balls to try to
determine when and how I'd be using the cunt.  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 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 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 13

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