Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 16:44:40 EST
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Trucker-Sex Chapter 2

I received lots of positive comments and encouragement for a sequel.  Much
thanks and I appreciate the chance to get into some of the "special"
aspects of my experiences that can't be posted here.  Write if you enjoy
the to;

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Traffic from my part time job to the rest area on 287 was a bear that
day. I tried to get there half an hour early but instead arrived 10 minutes
late. I saw the sadistic brute of a trucker standing at the front of his
rig with a group of about 10 other truckers each as big and burly as
himself. I could see at a glance that there was a heated discussion going
on and it looked like a fight was about to break out. I knew that the
bastard had been rough enough on me last time and was worried he'd tear me
up even worse if he got any angrier. Besides I was already 10 minutes late
and I began to dread his reaction. It was obvious that one of the truckers,
a big burly black guy with muscular legs and a bulge in the front of his
jeans that looked like it could choke a horse was giving my viscous
tormentor a good natured rough time about something. The others were also
joining in the at the brutal truckers expense.  This was really pissing the
guy off, you could just see it in his body language. As I got closer I
could hear the black trucker saying, "Maybe the faggot didn't think that
little pink dick of yours was worth the trip, hey George. He needs a real
piece of meat like this BLACK monster here", he said grabbing his bulge
suggestively and just daring George to make something of it. The rest of
the truckers had a great laugh at this and I could tell that my tormentor
George was going to be in a rotten mood today.

When George turned and saw me coming over he just glared at me and threw
the cigarette he'd been smoking on the ground, crushing it like a
disgusting bug and shouted, "Where the fuck have you been, faggot. You've
kept me waiting 10 fucking minutes you piece of shit!!!" I didn't know if I
should approach him with the other truckers around but it was clear they
already knew that I was his cum bucket for this trip. "I'm gonna tear you a
new asshole for this you mother fucker". The other truckers seemed to love
to hear George abusing me that way in their presence and they laughed
heartily in response.  One Spanish or Italian looking guy of about 40
joked, "Yeah, then he'll be a real bitch like the one I fucked last night"
with an almost immediate reply from a short fat white trucker was, "That
was no bitch asshole, that was Jimmy's cunt-whore wife." To raucous
laughter all around except a red headed guy (obviously Jimmy) who spat out,
"Fuck you, Rodriquez, and fuck you Mad Dog you Black bastard, and fuck you
all."

Mad Dog, the big Black trucker grabbed me by the hair, twisted my head back
to look directly into his eyes and said to the group but obviously for my
benefit, "Shit, you got it all wrong Jimmy. You don't want to fuck us. No
you want to fuck this little pussy boy here." He smiled the most evil smile
and continued saying, "In fact we'd all like a piece of this pussy ass,
wouldn't we, Boys. I sure as hell know that I'd would enjoy watch this punk
ass squirming on this black pole here. Betcha I could make it come right
out his fucking mouth from the back", said to more laughter all around.

Now I've got to tell you, I was scared shitless and trembling from
fear. But surprisingly, my dick was rigid hard and a wet spot of pre- cum
had stained my shorts. The truckers could all see this which only made
their laughter louder and more humiliating. Well, George was in no mood to
give up a tight fuck toy to Mad Dog and he roughly tore me from Mad Dog's
grip and threw me at his rig shouting, "Get up in there you faggot-cunt,
you've made me wait so there's no time for the gentle foreplay we enjoyed
last time." I could not imagine that last time could ever be described as
gentle and I was more then a little worried that George would beat the shit
out of me in the cab.

Once inside the rig, George instructed me to strip and in an instant had
his thick trucker cock out and hard. I was now helpless and completely at
the mercy of a really pissed off trucker but my dick was harder then
ever. George looked at my boner with disgust and said, "A little faggot
like you just likes this shit too much. I'm gonna make your little dick
soft now pussy boy." George ripped his 3", metal studded grimy leather belt
off and started beating my cock and balls in a frenzy. I was screaming and
the bastard seemed to love my pain and his dick got harder for my pleas for
mercy. The belt actually caused no real damage but the complete domination
and my fear of what this pissed off trucker was capable of combined in my
mind for an experience like none I'd ever experienced.  I was sobbing and
pleading and my reddened dick stayed hard as a rock in-spite of my willing
it to shrink. The brutal trucker kept saying the most degrading things to
me as he was whipping me with the belt.

His raunchy comments were so loud that truckers 5 rigs away could hear my
screams and his taunts. His evil laugh and condescending comment like, "The
fucking whores dick is still hard, even with my belt. The cunt really wants
my cock, don't you faggot."  This was shouted so loud that it was clear it
was for the benefit of the horny truckers milling around outside the
rig. The sadistic trucker hauled off and slapped me across the mouth and
shouted, "I asked you a question cunt, Do you want my dick, Bitch?" I
murmured yes Sir, I want your dick, Sir. He slapped me again and shouted,
"Louder Bitch, so we all can hear" and I complied.



My mouth was exactly crotch level and it was clear he had plans for it. He
saw my concern and said, "Yup you got it punk, I'm gonna throat fuck the
shit out of you" as he rammed it in to the hilt. The throat rape was
violent, brutal and seemed to continue for hours. His cock was tearing my
throat up and I was gagging and choking on every down thrust which only
turned the fucking bastard on more. I was fighting for air and hoping
against hope that he'd dump his load and let me go.

When he tired of these throat games the brutal trucker flipped me over,
hands still tied to the wall and laid into my pale blond upturned butt
cheeks with his belt. The whipping was even worse then His belt because he
showed absolutely no mercy, turning my cheeks crimson red with quickly
developing bruises. All through the ordeal he kept saying things like, "You
love it, don't you cock-sucker?? and ?I'm just warming your ass for the
main event, you fucking scumbag". This was also for the outside enjoyment
too, I'm sure. I was sobbing and couldn't take any more when he mercifully
asked if I wanted to be fucked by trucker cock. I knew this would at least
end the whipping so I agreed, loud enough for the men outside to hear my
humiliation of asking, no begging, to be please be fucked by trucker cock.



George's cock had dried by now and the first penetration tore my pussy to
shreds. The fucker finally got it in to the hilt and he grabbed me by the
hair and twisting my head around to look at him declared, "You're nothing
but a bitch and bitches take it doggie style, you got that punk? You're my
bitch now" and he started the most viscous and painful assault that I have
ever endured.

The only thing that made it bearable was my rock hard cock that let me
concentrate on what pleasure I could during the ordeal.  By the time George
finally stiffened and shot his slimy trucker seed deep inside me I was
sobbing and begging him to please fill me up. I knew this would at least
placate his lust if not fulfill his sadistic urges. He forced my mouth to
clean his cum and ass-slime covered cock and sent me out the rig
unceremoniously. "One final instruction, pussy-boy. You keep my little
swimmers nice and warm in that hot little cunt of yours, You hear me,
bitch. Don't even think about emptying out all night long, You hear me
shithead?" I said "Yes Sir" loud enough for any eavesdroppers to hear. I'd
been used by a brutal trucker a second time in a week and for the life of
me I couldn't understand why I had returned, it seemed to feed some inner
urge in me.

George was in a hurry, my tardiness had made him late again, this was
surely going to cause him trouble at the warehouse in Jersey City he was
heading for. As I painfully climbed down from the rig I was surprised that
none of the previous truckers were still around. The lot was empty, but it
looked like even more trucks had arrived then when I went in. I felt used
and taken advantage of as I saw him drive off without even bothering to
acknowledge me or look in my direction.  I knew I could never keep his hot
slimy load inside my brutalized pussy, it simply had to be let out. I
limped over to the rest room building and went into the mens side and was
greeted with a sign that read, CLOSED FOR REPAIRS Next rest area 30 mi. I
knew I'd never make it and I saw a well-worn trail leading from the
building into the woods. I went into the woods for some privacy where I
could relieve my aching cunt of all George's slimy swimmers. Finding a
secluded spot I carefully removed my shorts and squatted down to relieve
the pressure of the fuck and cum.

My heart jumped when I heard the deep husky male voice demand, "What the
fuck do you think you're doing, Boy?!!?" Twisting my head around I couldn't
believe my eyes....

Guys, I'm interested in hearing what you might think happened then. Let me
know.

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