Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 12:34:54 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Titus Too #2

I could not believe it.  The scene with Titus seemed to give these horny
truckers a second wind as hard cocks were shoved down my throat, one after
the other.  I know some of these fuckers had cum 3 or 4 times already and
here they were, ready to pound my throat again.  This time with me in a
forced kneeling position by Titus's cock buried so deep inside my butt, I
was not able to see which trucker was fucking my throat.  All I knew was
hard cocks were in need of a hole to fuck and I was suddenly honored to be
able to provide a service.  I had found my calling at Spignotti and Sons
Distribution Center.

There were short cocks, long cocks, fat cocks, hairy cocks and smooth
cocks.  Some cocks tasted delicious and some were really rank and smelled
and tasted like trucker sweat, piss and cum.  Some truckers were gentle as
they fucked my throat but the next was as likely to be a sadistic bastard
who wanted nothing more than to feel me gagging on his dick.  One trucker
would have a flat stomach and the next would have such a beer-belly that I
was forced to twist my head to one side to get his whole shaft down my
throat.  Some truckers wanted their balls sucked and some were in need of a
slick tongue sliding around and into their hairy assholes.  As one load was
deposited I felt the wet streak of black magic marker indicating yet
another load of trucker cum deposit.  I'd felt the marks of Magic Markers
all through the interview process, just as I became accustomed to the flask
of cameras all night long.  None of this mattered to me anymore.  I
couldn't make out their faces; all that mattered was that there were more
cocks for my starving throat.  I hoped to be covered from head to toe in
markings before the night was over.

I don't know how long this went on.  Maybe it was half an hour, maybe 8
hours but finally I could feel Titus's knot begin to shrink in size and the
pressure built for it to pop out of my stretched hole.  I tried my best to
tighten down and keep the deflating dog-knot inside.  My efforts did not go
unnoticed by Joe and Mr. Spignotti.  Joe twisted my face off the latest
hairy trucker cock and smiled an evil smile saying, "Fuck you really are a
nasty bitch, aren't you?  You can't even get enough doggie cock to keep
that hole satisfied, can you slutty bitch?  Don't you worry none scumbag,
we got a whole fucking kennel of guard dogs here at Spignotti and Sons who
can keep you in doggie cock for as long as you want.  If you get the job
that is" to snickers from the truckers around us and a knowledgeable smile
from Mr. Spignotti.  "Just relax and let ole Titus free, bitch.  Shit man,
you'll even fuckin wear down a pro like ole Titus here.  Shit, you've found
us one helluva hot little firecracker here George; a fucking nymphomaniac
for trucker cock.  A real fucking find, if you want my opinion,
Mr. Spignotti."  Joe spoke like a man who knew a lot about truckstop whores
and seemed impressed with me.  I felt strangely complimented by his
comments.

Before anyone could say anything, Titus slipped out with wet plopping sound
as his softening dick slide free and hung halfway to the floor along with
several ounces of hot doggie seed.  His dick was ruddy pink, about 8 inches
long and still angry looking.  Titus was finished with me, he'd got his
nut, and walked over to a corner to lick his cock clean.  The knot was
still swollen and nasty looking and I couldn't believe that thing, yet even
harder and thicker had been inside my butt.  I hoped the exertion hadn't
ruined me for all the hard trucker dicks in the lounge.

The pressure of all that dog cum was too much for my battered hole and
several loud plop sounds could be heard as I tried my best to keep Titus's
hot seed inside my bitch hole.  Almost immediately Vinton Brundt had his
arm under my hips and was raising my waist high over my head.  "That's
right, Brundt", Mr. Spignotti sneered, "keep that pussy full to the brim
with tonight's fuck proceeds.  It's taken the men quite a while to tap this
bitch hole to overflowing.  Personally, I didn't think we'd finish the job
but thanks to Titus here this pussy is finally full. Aren't you
sweetheart?"  My face reddened with this new image in my mind but I nodded
knowing better than to piss off Mr. Spignotti.  "Damn straight he's full",
George Kincaid piped up.  "The fucker nearly drained every set of balls in
the house in the process", he continued.  Brundt still had my hips held
high above my head as I felt the internal pressure of uncounted loads of
cum shifting inside my guts.

Mr. Spignotti paused as if he was about to make another announcement and
declared looking directly at Kincaid, "Shit fucker, that's too bad.  I was
going to give you the honor of last fuck of the night in recognition of a
job well done by finding this hot little bitch hole here.  You up to the
challenge trucker or are you gonna wimp-out on us?" he asked
condescendingly with a snide smirk on his handsome face.  Kincaid paused
for a moment; apparently not sure he had the juice left in him for a final
fuck.  Mr. Spignotti continued, "Shit fucker, I'm giving you final crack at
a pussy filled with Titus cum.  How many of these truckers would jump at
the chance for that?  I know Brundt here would take the plunge; always
thinking with your dick aren't you mothafucker?"  Brundt looked down at my
upside down face, slapped me smartly on my butt and smiled saying only,
"Fuck yeah, I've always wondered what kind of lube dog cum makes".  "Well
trucker", Freightliner asked George flat out, "you up to it.  You got the
balls?" to laughter from all the horned up truckers standing around us.

Finally George was forced by peer-pressure to agree.  He wasn't about to be
thought of as a wimp in this crowd.  Perhaps in order to buy time he seemed
to inspect my bruised and cum filled hole, looking at it with me on my
hands and Brundt holding my hips high.  He gathered the men around saying,
"Look at this, fuckers.  All night long we've been pounding this pussy as
hard and as deep as we wanted.  Shit, we even turned ole Titus on the bitch
and the fucking hole is as tight as the first time I fucked it.  Aren't
you, Sweetheart?"  Then he ceremoniously raised his right index finger and
swiftly inserted it to the first knuckle in one thrust. I yipped
instinctively as Titus peaked his ears and Joe chuckled knowingly; a new
embarrassment for me to endure.  George twisted and turned his finger
around and pulled his slimy digit free, holding it up to the light for
inspection.  "Of course it's a bit more slippery than I remember, isn't it
bitch?" to raucous laughter all around.

Suddenly Kincaid seemed to notice the Titus cum puddles on the concrete
floor and grabbed me roughly by the balls and squeezed really hard.  I
squirmed and screamed out loud but he kept up the pressure until I was
forced to ask in a weak voice, "Please Sir, what's the matter?  Have I done
something to piss you off, Mr. Kincaid?"  All he had to do was shift his
eyes to the puddles of cum on the floor and I knew immediately what I had
to do.  With Brundt still keeping my hips up, I lowered my face to the
floor and humbly started licking the cool liquid from the cement floor.

God the taste was horrible.  Trucker cum tasted delicious compared to this
slime.  The taste was incredibly acidic, bitter and potent.  The sharp,
rancid taste seemed to linger on my tongue and send wave after wave of
nausea over me.  I knew what George wanted and slowly and methodically went
about cleaning every drop of cum from the floor.  Brundt and Kincaid worked
as a team as they steered me towards any droppings I'd missed.  By the time
I was finished, the floor was spotless and a circle of eight pairs of
large, dirty, hairy naked trucker feet and one highly polished pair of
dress shoes surrounded me.  I could see my reflection in Mr. Spignotti's
shoes and it really did make for a surreal image.  My upside down face was
dripping with trucker cum and spit with CUNT still clearly printed on my
forehead.  All the black Magic Marker markings on my neck and chest
indicated quite a lot of trucker seed had been deposited down my throat.
There were so many marks that it looked like I was covered in some kind of
fish scales, the markings merged into an type of image across my chest.  I
knew that the black slashes on my backside were even greater in number as
the thought both repelled me and stirred me simultaneously.

I looked up at George Kincaid to see if he was pleased with me but he
seemed more concerned with showing the others just how much control he held
over me.  All through this new ordeal George kept up the multi-finger
assault on my battered hole and when I was done and the horrid taste was
finally beginning to wane he removed his slick fingers and brought them
down to my mouth for cleaning saying, "I know how much you love the taste
of dog cum, bitch.  Here's a present for you to show our appreciation for
your efforts tonight."  My stomach turned at the thought but I obediently
swallowed my pride and the Titus cum coating his fingers.

Then George said to me and the others around us, "Let's see now.  I've
dicked your pussy in just about every position I can think of.  I've plowed
you from behind like Titus over there, down fucked you on the table with
no-slip, tore up that hole in the semi-finals of hockey and even fucked you
like I fuck my wife on the floor right there" he indicated pointing to a
carpet in the center of the room.  "Let me think.  Let me think", he
continued "About the only way I haven't porked you is with you on top.  How
about it Sweetie, you up for a ride on this hard trucker dick?" he sneered
stoking his hard dick defiantly for all to see.  I smiled and nodded as my
cock swelled with the thought.

Brundt slowly let me down and I carefully straddled the hard trucker cock
and lowered myself; making sure no more cum leaked out.  My pussy lips
engulfed the entire pole in one swift motion and George gasped as he felt
the hot wet slick hole swallow him up.  "Fuck", he groaned "that really is
one slimy fuckhole man; but fuckin tight as glove too."  Slowly I started
to raise and lower myself as I was fucked by George for the fifth time that
night.

George had the floor and relished the spotlight.  "I knew I'd found
something special once I got this bitch in my rig.  That little pick dick
of yours stayed rock hard even as I belted your ass with my metal studded
leather belt, didn't it?  Shit, the fucking beating only seemed to make you
harder, right scum?"  I nodded as the remembrance of that time in George's
rig made my dick hard again and sent me into a rut-frenzy slipping and
sliding on George's cock shouting, "Fuck yeah Sir.  I needed your hard
trucker cock then just as much as I need it now.  Please fuck me, fuck the
cum right out of me, George.  Fuck me senseless, Pllleeaassseee!!!" I
squealed.  I rode that monster for about 30 minutes and I thought George
was close a few times but I just couldn't bring him over the edge.  I was
getting desperate and this was only transferred to George who was getting a
little desperate himself.  It didn't help that once it started to be
apparent that George might not be up to the challenge the heckles, jeers
and cat calling started all around us.  I felt bad for George as I tried
even harder bucking on his lap like I was riding a bronc.  A mixture of
frustration and anger crossed Georges face as I learned that these truckers
who had been so brutal to me could be even more brutal with one of their
own.

Finally I heard Madd-dog chime in, "It's not your fault fucker", Madd-dog
said to George.  "This pussy has simply lost it staying power.  What did
you fuckers expect", Madd-dog admonished George's tormentors, "the bitch
has been pounded into hamburger by you bastards all fuckin night long.
I've see the way some of you fuck too, nasty, nasty fuckin bastards", to
testosterone-loaded laughter all around us.  "No pussy can escape that
torment unscathed.  Admit it bitch", Madd-dog twisted my head up to him and
asked, "its your fault that George hasn't popped yet isn't it.  Your fuckin
pussy is just too fuckin loose for a macho stud like George here.  Fuck,
George here fucks tight bitch holes from coast to coast and I've never seen
him fail to launch before.  I'm not surprised he's having trouble with this
sloppy loose fuckwadd hole here", as Madd-dog crammed a rough calloused
finger inside me along side George's cock.  "Admit to everyone that your
cunt is just too stretched out and loose."

Madd-dog looked deeply into my eyes as if he was trying to tell me
something.  I knew instinctively to admit this new "fault"; that my cherry
pussy had been busted by these macho powerful trucker studs.  This fed
their egos and lifted some of the pressure from George's shoulders.  It was
clear Madd-dog had some kind of plan in the works.  I saw relief in Georges
eyes too as he seemed to sense a plan here too.

I nodded and said, "Yes Sir, Madd-dog.  It's my own fault.  My slimy hole
has been stretched too far by all these gigantic trucker cocks", I lied.
Truth was my hole was still tight as a drum and I could feel every inch of
George's cock sliding in and out.  Madd-dog's finger stretched my hole even
tighter.  It was slick as hell with all that cum but also still tight as a
drum, even as Madd-dog pulled his finger free.  George's balls had simply
been pumped dry but I wasn't gonna insult George by saying that out loud.

So, as I was straddling George's hips reading his expression I felt the
shadow of Madd-dog towering over me and a gleam came into George's eye.  I
could swear I also felt his dick jump a bit inside.  At that instant
Madd-dog wrapped his huge black hand around the back of my neck and folded
me over so my chin was resting on George's hairy chest, his hard dick still
rooted inside me.  George wrapped his hairy bear-like arm around me and
held me close.  My heart froze as I heard Madd-dog say to George and the
others around us, "Fuck yeah, this is what we used to call a two-seeter
anyway, hey Kincaid?" as I felt the blunt head of Madd-dog's thick black
cock pressing into my butt hole.  My heart froze and my dick jumped.

By the time Madd-dog had managed to get that monstrous head forced fully
inside me I don't think there was a single person in the lounge who
believed any longer that my hole has been ruined.  My reaction was too
clearly one of intense pain as I screamed in pain and struggled to escape
this new double trucker penetration.  I was so scared I'd be ripped in half
by these hard cocks and through this fear pleasure began to surface as
well.  Having two hard trucker cocks buried deep inside me, sliding back
and forth over each other and along my tight canal walls lubed with dog cum
sent twinges of pleasure thorough my whole body.  It wasn't more than five
minutes before I was pleading for Madd-dog and George to, "please keep
fucking me, please don't stop, don't ever stop please".  All I heard was
laughter and taunts from all around me.  I started to buck and weave as
part of me struggled to escape and part of me had never been so happy
before in my life.  Madd-dog simply repeated his very first taunt of the
evening when I'd been thrown into the lounge naked with the straight XXX
rape movie playing.  He spat out to the others around us, "Fuck yeah, shit
I do love when they struggle.  Sure does make your dick feel good, don't it
George ole buddy?"

Once Madd-dog was fully embedded in my hole the two hard trucker cocks
started to drive in and out in uniform motion; a perfect harmonious fuck
motion.  There was no longer any worry on my part that some of that trucker
or Titus cum would or even could leak out.  The seal felt permanent as the
shear volumes of these dicks forced the cum even deeper inside me.  Soon it
was as if I wasn't even there as these two huge muscular truckers
concentrated solely on the new sensations of pleasure building in their
cocks.  One cock sliding along the other inside a hot, slick pocket was
overwhelming for them.  All sounds quieted as the men savored these new
sensations.  I could see the look of joy and intense pleasure on George's
face and heard little groans and grunts of enjoyment from behind me.  Both
George and Madd-dog were intent on giving each other the pleasure of a
memorable fuck.  Although they were fucking me I couldn't help but feel
like they were actually fucking each other.  I felt like window dressing
and the real action was between these two; although neither one would admit
this in that crowd.

Just when I thought Madd-dog was getting close and was about to pop-off
inside me I felt George throw me over in a high school like wrestling move
and roll on top of me so that he was now on top and Madd-dog was on his
back.  The double fucking continued for about 15 more minutes until
Madd-dog reversed the move and reclaimed his top role.  Back and forth I
was flipped as these macho truckers enjoyed the sensations of this
Dominant/submissive double fuck; neither wanted it to appear like he was
being fucked by the other; even though both cocks were firmly embedded in
my stretched tight pussy.  At one point I looked up when George was on top
and saw a strange look; like he was someplace long ago and far away.  He
was looking directly into Madd-dog's eyes as both truckers used my hole and
their cocks to give their buddy a good time.  There seemed to be a real
connection there.  I felt again, like I did while being double ended by
these two, that there was some kind of strong and brutal history here but I
knew better than to ever voice this suspicion.

Finally, I felt George starting to slam his cock harder inside me with that
instinctive thrusts of a cock about to unload.  At this same time Madd-dog
was also making sounds like it wasn't going to be long.  I too started an
uncontrollable orgasm that was the most intense and most pleasurable I'd
felt in my entire life.  Both men came inside me at the same instant and
their releases lasted for almost 30 seconds of painful thrashing and
thrusting like two bulls in a fucking china shop.  We were three cocks
erupting with cum, slipping and sliding over each other; each man giving
and taking pleasure from the others.  We were all covered in sweat and it
took a few minutes for us to catch our breath.  Finally, first George slid
from my hole followed quickly by Madd-dog as both truckers collapsed in a
heap, on their backs side by side collecting their wits.  I was a wreck as
this newest assault really made me afraid of just what these nasty trucker
bastards were capable of.  I was really scared when my arch-enemy Blackmore
stuck his face in my own and said to the crowd, "What this fuckwadd needs
is a good trucker fist up his hole.  How `bout it Babycakes, you ready for
my arm up your ass?"  The look in his eye said he was serious and it was
only that Mr. Spignotti interceded that I was spared this new torment.

Mr. Spignotti ruffled Blackmore's hair in a playful manner and said in a
friendly voice, "Let the bitch be Blackmore.  It's getting light out and I
think this new employee has passed his interview."  Mr. Spignotti, always
the class act brought out a chilled bottle of fine French champagne and
glasses for all the exhausted, spent yet happy truckers; my second
interview committee.  Glasses were passed to every trucker until
Freightliner asked, "How come the bitch isn't drinkin.  Shows fuckin
disrespect if you ask me" he sneered.  Mr. Spignotti just smiled a wicked
smile and said, "Don't worry Freightliner, I've got a special drink for our
guest of honor here" as he pulled a plastic bucket from behind the desk.

  I knew immediately what was expected of me as Mr. Spignotti simply placed
the bucket on the floor in front me and nodded in its direction.  I
understood that I would be drinking to my new position at Spignotti and
Sons Distribution Center with the "proceeds" of the night's festivities.  I
squatted over the bucket and for the first time all evening relaxed my
pussy just a little and let the juices flow.  After a series of juicy farts
and loud plopping sounds the bucket was about 3 inches full with a half
gallon of so of thick slimy liquid of an off-white color.  I joined the
rest of my new co-workers as Mr. Spignotti prepared the toast.

"Here's to Espy, one fuckin good bitch", he said.  "To Espy, one fuckin
good bitch" came the reply.  As all glasses were lifted one final
admonition came from Mr. Spignotti, "Don't waste a drop scumbag, or I'll
take Blackmore up on his last idea" with a hearty "Here. Here." from the
truckers.  The bucket had a pour spout so I lift it to my lips, closed my
eyes, trying not to think about the awful taste of Titus's cum and drank as
quickly as I could.  A chant of "Chug, Chug, Chug" went up from the
truckers and I swallowed every drop to the clear disappointment of
Blackmore.

"OK fucker", Mr. Spignotti began, "You'll work the third shift from Monday
through Friday.  Weekends off. Your job is to treat any trucker, fuck any
hard dick", with a smirk towards Joe Bruno, "like you did tonight.  You've
got room and board and you'll sleep in the shed out back.  The shed is off
limits to any of you fuckers until the shift begins. Got the!" he sternly
warned the truckers.  "Your precious '68 Firebird, which you so
thoughtlessly abandoned in the rest area on 287, has been taken to a chop
shop and is now in little tiny pieces so fuckin forget about it.  No one
will remember you entering or leaving the rest area and if the police even
learn that you had parked there they'll assume you'd been kidnapped or
worse and stop looking for you soon enough.  Fuck, scum bags like you
probably disappear all the time and they won't waste too much time.  My
connections will easily stop any real investigations before they even
begin.  Any family you had will get over your loss with time.  I'm offering
you a chance at a fresh start, all the cock and cum you can eat.  You'd be
wise to accept it since there is no going back now and the alternatives are
very, very unpleasant"

I simply nodded, officially acknowledging my new position in the world as a
trucker's bitch for Spignotti and Sons.  "Today's Friday", he continued
"you get the weekend to rest that pussy a bit.  On Monday you'll meet my
new third shift manager, one Sergeant Carter who will be moon lighting with
us on his off-duty hours in this man's Army.  I think you'll like the
bastard", he said looking over at Blackmore, "he's our kind of guy.  Fuck,
you'll all like the guy, even Espy here will warm to his unique brand of
management in time", to more laughter as the sweaty spent and tired
truckers slowly began pulling on their grimy clothes preparing to hit the
road again; happy as pigs in shit.

I had to laugh myself as I remembered my High School Guidance Councilor
telling me that my natural talents didn't seem to fit most conventional
jobs.  Just how unconventional my new career path had become might shock
the prime and proper Mrs. Larkie right out of her bloomers.

End of Chapter 2.

My saga continues in the Brutal Trucker Sex series in the Gay Male Section
of Nifty.  If any of the future sections contain male human/male dog sex I
will be posting that section to this story thread so you might want to
check both sections.  Nifty has requested this separation so no readers
will be offended.

Please feel free to write with any comments danhol900@aol.com