Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 17:57:16 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Trucker Sex #11

Just on the last syllable of "Hoorah" I felt the intense pain of a full
kick to the groin by Sgt. Carter's steel toed work boot.  The power behind
the kick would have been strong enough to knock the wind out of me if the
massive black column of meat wasn't stuffing my throat opening at this very
second.  I saw stars from the pain as my entire consciousness focused on
the pain in my balls.  I instinctively doubled over trying to protect my
balls from further assault.  This pain became my entire center of attention
for only an instant as waves of pain and nausea swelled over my body from
my groin outward.  I was yanked back to reality by the sounds of the grunt
of a man under heavy exertion, like he was trying to lift an extremely
heavy package.  The grunt came from Sgt. Carter above me and he wasn't
lifting but simply trying to shove his hard saliva covered cock head
through my throat hole opening.  In the instant that the kick diverted my
attention Sgt. Carter used this opportunity start his drive home; a
tactical maneuver taught at the West Point no doubt.  All events conspired
against me as I fought to keep that massive black invader from my throat.
The shock of the kick opened my throat as I tried to scream, my head was
thrown forward at high speed as I doubled over into an instinctive
protective position and as Sgt. Carter slammed his hips forward at the same
instant he tugged sharply on my blond hair driving my head onto the pole of
meat.

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion; like when you can see
an automobile accident happening but are powerless to do anything to change
these events.  Sgt. Carter's massive cock head tore my throat open and
slowly started the inevitable plunge to the full depths; before I knew it I
was impaled on that black "PUSSY POUNDER".  His heavy black balls slammed
against my chin and my head and neck were forced into an unnatural ramrod
straight position, like I was straining to look up at the stars at night.
A sharp tug on my blond hair reminded me to look up at Sgt. Carter as I was
met by a wide smile of pleasure on his face.  Sgt. Carter was a man who had
many, many talents and was obviously very experienced in this sort of
thing.  I knew instinctively that mine was not the first throat he had
raped in this way.  Sgt. Carter looked down at me with my lips pressed
fully against his abdomen obviously enjoying the feelings.  "God damn you
honkys sure as shit look good with black cock down your throat.  Those
pretty red lips stretchin round the base of ole Pounder there.  Jus `bout
the best place for honkies if you ask me" he sneered.  His smile widen and
a twinkle formed in his eye as he added, "But fuck man what am I saying,
you can't ask me now can you, pussy boy?  Not with ole Sergeant's sausage
lodged in your throat" as he burst out laughing, clearly amused with his
little joke.  "Shit, that's one fuckin hot throat you got there pussy boy"
he continued slowly, not moving his cock an inch since the first plunge.
"Damn you fuckin queer honkies sure do know how your ole Sergeant likes his
throatin, don't you boy?  Shit you motha-fuckas `ll do jus `bout anything
for a taste a hard black cock, aint that so, fuck face?  Fuckin crackers
only good for dicking, far as I'm concerned" he sneered under his breath.

Sgt. Carter threw his head back in ecstasy with a strong grip on the back
of my head.  I knew I wasn't getting off this cock until Sgt. Carter
decided I was.  The pain of this new battering is impossible to describe
accurately.  The pain in my groin was overwhelming in itself but the pain
in my throat completely consumed me as I struggled to get that hard black
cock out of me.  Sgt. Carter was loving my struggles, having no trouble
keeping me pinned to the desk with his legs.  He was enjoying my gagging
motions and the involuntary throat spasms along his cock shaft.  "That's
right baby, massage ole Sergeant's cock, work me up to a fuckin righteous
lather with that face pussy.  Ahh Fuck.  God Dammit. Fuck yeah.  Shit
honky, you're a fuckin natural, a fuckin natural throat pussy" he moaned
with that rigid black monster still buried to the hilt in my torn throat.

I was starting to get scared as I felt myself running out of air.  I
pleaded with my eyes for Sgt. Carter to please pull out so I could breathe.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt powerless to confront this man who was
clearly only interested in his own pleasure.  Sgt. Carter was thinking with
his dick now and not his head.  I was getting concerned for my life; not
sure the bastard wouldn't let me suffocate right there on his cock.  All
the while those bastards on the other side of the glass wall didn't lend a
hand to help me.  Instead, all I saw were flash after flash of cameras.
All sorts of strange thoughts went through my mind as my oxygen depleted
brain started to hallucinate.  I imagined how the employees of Spignotti
and Sons would dispose of my body; that they were probably very experienced
with this and that I would end up in a land fill in the Meadowlands, just
up the freeway.

But the bastard wasn't even looking at me now; so enraptured with his new
throat pussy and the sensations it was giving his cock.  Time dragged as I
fought against the brute to no effect.  Suddenly when as I was completely
out of air and my face was flushed and blue Sgt. Carter started a series of
rapid jabbing motions with his cock, pulling back just a few inches and
slamming it home again as his balls slapped my chin with each down thrust.
"Fuck yeah!", I heard, "Fuckin Fuckin yeah!!".  I still couldn't breathe
and the jabs were tearing my throat to shreds.  I was almost completely
unconscious as Sgt. Carter mercilessly whipped his cock from my throat in
one painful motion.  "Useless fuckwadd slut" he spat as he released my hair
from his grip and stepped back from the desk.

I collapsed on the floor clutching my throat trying to get air while trying
not to vomit.  The first gasp of air hurt as much as Sgt. Carter's cock
going in; so sensitive was my throat from the assault.  Wave after wave of
nausea welled over me as adrenaline flooded my system as the millennia old
fight or flight system took over.  In this situation however, the nausea
only incapacitated me further as I lay on the floor, gasping for breath in
the fetal position clutching my aching balls pleading for Sgt. Carter to,
"Please stop. No more, please.  I can't take it.  Please Sir, you'll kill
me.  I can't take anymore, Please.  Please have a little empathy".  Well
empathy was apparently not in his vocabulary as he spit the word back at me
saying, "Fuckin `m-path-I', a honky slut like you don't deserve no fuckin
`m-path-I'", as he stood towering over me with his arms crossed enjoying
the sight of his newest honky bitch writhing on the floor clutching my
throat and groin.  He had that evil gleam in his eye, like I'd seen before
with Mr. Spignotti and even my nemesis Pete Blackmore.  There he stood like
the Lord of the manor looking down on his serfs.  I knew I was in trouble
still when I say that massive black pole with the shiny black hood and head
jutting from the crisp pressed uniform and the massive heavy (and fuckin
still full!!!) black bull balls hanging below.

Something told me this ordeal wouldn't be over until those balls had been
drained, probably somewhere inside me.  I heard laughter, grunting and
cheers on the other side of the glass as I remembered the gang of horny
truckers impatiently waiting their turns.  Without warning Sgt. Carter
grabbed my hair and dragged me back into position by his desk saying
sharply, "Quite your fuckin belly-aching.  That was only one fuck stroke,
scumbag.  It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to drain these
fuckin Army balls.  Back to work fuck face, back to fuckin work", as
laughter erupted on both sides of the glass.

Sgt. Carter grabbed my hair and positioned my face at crotch level and
started rubbing his shiny black cock head over my pouty red lips again.  I
did not need to be told to keep eye contact as our eyes locked once again.
This time though, in order to remind me of my precarious position he
roughly kicked my knees apart so that my vulnerable balls were exposed for
any new attack he desired.  Sgt. Cater then started rubbing his steel toed
work boot over the pink roses of my panties.  My concentration was torn
between the dick at my lips and the boot at my balls and dread filled me
with the thought of each.  I struggled to protect both vulnerable areas
without any real defenses of either.

"Fuckin slut", Sgt. Carter sneered, "I pounded the shit out of your balls
and that pink dick of yours is still fuckin stiff as a board.  You're
thinking `bout your ole Sergeant's dick aintcha boy, thinking how good it
felt crammed down your honky throat, right faggot?"  Truth be told, my cock
was actually bursting from the tight pink panties.  As the steel toe ran
over my cock and tapped my balls I understood how little protection they
actually offered from a determined steel-toed work boot.  The monstrous
black cock started probing my lips again at the very instant I felt the toe
lower the panties with a sharp twang as the elastic snapped under my aching
balls freeing my cock and balls for whatever assault Sgt. Carter had in
mind.  With our eyes still locked Sgt. Carter started grinding all the dirt
and grim from the bottom of his work boot into my hard and sensitive pink
cock enjoying the look of pain in my eyes as much as the look of black
leather against my white dick.

Slowly the black "Pussy Pounder" parted my lips again gaining access to my
mouth and started tapping on the opening of my throat again, all the time
the boot was probing and inspecting my sensitive groin area.  A cruel game
developed where Sgt. Carter would pretend to haul his foot back preparing
to kick again just to watch me cower and try to protect myself.  Then he'd
grab my head with both hands like he was going to thrust all the way in to
the balls again to enjoy the look of fear in my eyes.  Through this whole
ordeal I learned never to unlock my gaze with Sgt. Carter.  If I did a
sharp tug on my blond hair reset my gaze onto the towering black man with
complete dominion over me; a hard cock, full set of balls and an evil
wicked attitude in control of the whole package.  Slowly over time I
learned to forget about the menace of the boot and just concentrate on the
cock in my mouth as the same trance-like state came over me.

I was only half surprised as I felt the same kick to my balls, this time
with less power and the same slamming of the black balls against my chin.
Again the inevitable slow motion stab of the black cock started to fill my
throat canal to overflowing.  All this without loosing eye contact as I
could see the pleasure my throat was giving Sgt. Carter in his eyes.  For
this plunge Sgt. Carter didn't waste time savoring the heat and tightness
of my throat.  Rather as soon as his cock hit bottom he pulled it almost
all the way out and shoved it back in to the hilt.  He did this twenty,
thirty times, an uncounted number of times, each thrust faster and more
powerful than the one before.  With our eyes locked I was forced to jerk my
head upwards with each downward plunge as the hard tube of black meat
straightened the natural curve of the human throat into a ramrod straight
freeway for his cock.  My throat became a fuck tube for that humongous
black cock and my natural mucus and saliva lubricated it enough that
Sgt. Carter got a very fast and powerful rhythm going.  "Shit", I heard,
"You really do look good with my cock down your throat, honky" he snickered
as my attention returned to the cock.  I heard muffled chants of some kind
from behind the glass but my entire concentration was on providing the
black cock in my throat as much pleasure as I could.

With a little training and encouragement from Sgt. Carter I learned to
loosen and tighten my throat muscles upon command.  My breathing fell into
the rhythm of the fucker above me.  Sometimes I would make myself start to
gag as the involuntary convulsions sent shivers of pleasure through the
angry black Sergeant towering over me.  Sgt. Carter had set up full-force
fuck-strokes by this time; like those the truckers had used on my butt hole
last Thursday.  The difference was that this time the fuck hole was my
throat and the cock was the biggest blackest cock I'd ever seen.  With my
arms still pinned to the desk by Sgt. Carter's legs there was nothing for
me to do other then to gaze at those powerful angry brown eyes over me and
work my throat so as to end this painful assault as quickly as possible.
One time I thought I had him on the verge of cuming when the bastard firmly
slapped me on the head, holding his twitching cock just inside my mouth.
Desperate for this to end, I even tried tonguing and nursing the head but
Sgt. Carter wasn't done with his pleasure fuck yet and told me so with a
resolute backhand for my efforts.  This sent me sprawling across the room.

By the time I'd regained my senses Sgt. Carter was collected and ready to
facefuck again.  Still, through all this his uniform looked perfectly clean
and pressed while I was a sweating, dripping mess with my open mouth aching
to be fucked by black cock.  This time no surprise tactics were needed as
my throat was unceremoniously filled to overcapacity for the umpteenth time
that night.  About twenty minutes later, our gazes still locked, I could
feel the unmistakable power thrusts that portend the inevitable release of
pent up ball juice.

But Sgt. Carter wasn't satisfied to just dump his seed down my throat into
my gullet.  I expected the throat fuck to build to the inevitable crescendo
finishing with that now familiar frantic lunge as deep into my hole as
possible; that almost universal need to deposit seed as deeply as possible.
But Sgt. Carter surprised me, as the high point approached he brutally
yanked that black monster from my throat shouting, "Open wide, fuck face.
I wanna see my seed on that pretty pink tongue of yours.  You're gonna be
tasting Army cum for the rest of the night, got that shithead?" he added,
our gazes still locked.

I could feel him jerking his shaft using my throat juices for lube as that
gigantic head swelled even further and seemed to cover my entire tongue.
He still gripped my blond hair with a death grip so I knew there was no way
I could escape the inevitable.  I felt his body stiffen and the jerking
became more frantic as I heard, "Yeah, fuck.  Shit.  Yeah, ummnph, Fuck
Yeah! Fuckin take my load honky.  Take this Army load of cum into that
trucker slut mouth. Fuck yeah, umnngh Fuck".  Sgt. Carter spit out these
words with utter contempt as his angry stare bore down on me with increased
intensity.  I felt six or seven large gushes of hot liquid spraying into my
mouth and was able to catch all of it onto my tongue.  To hold all the
slimy liquid I was forced to form a kind of bowl with my tongue, curling
the edges upward to hold the hot fluid back.  Sgt. Carter spat out the
final, "Shit, god dammit, shit, fuckin honky bitch" as he shook the last
drops of cum from his hard black cock into the lake on my tongue.

Looking down at his accomplishment he smiled with a look of triumph,
studying the white goo inside my mouth, saying, "Fuck Yeah, that's one
BEE-U-Tee-full sight, fuckface.  A fucking work of art."  Slowly he worked
his black cock head around my tongue enjoying the sensations and my look of
disgust as I tasted for the first time his gigantic load of spooge.  The
taste was bitter, musky and sweet all at the same time.  He saw my look of
disgust and smiled, apparently proud that he had reduced a blond honky 18
year old suburban kid to a black sperm-eating slut.  He warned me, "Enjoy
the taste fucker but don't swallow yet.  I want to savor the look on that
pretty pink face as my baby makers slowly slide down that tongue.  You're
really a cum-hound now, Bitch; a fuckin honky cum-hound.  Bet you never
thought you'd be chowing on black Army dick and swallowing so much slime
but ole Sergeant here will keep you in ball juice, keep you in all the
fuckin black ball juice you can take."

A feeling of nausea came over me as the picture of all this cum in my mouth
hit me for the very first time.  During my interview at Spignotti and Sons
there simply hadn't been time to dwell on this before for as soon as one
load was deposited the next cock was pumping away looking for relief.
Still twirling his cock head around my slimy tongue Sgt. Carter sneered,
"Fuck that's pretty, fuckin BEE-U-tee-full" he said again just to make sure
I understood.  My face reddened with shame as I was being made a cumdump by
this powerful and domineering black man.

A twinkle came into Sgt. Carter's eyes as he seemed to be actually coating
his cock head with his cum, getting as much on it as he could before he
slowly slid it over the back of my tongue where the taste changed to one of
bitterness as the sweetness disappeared.  "Savor that goo, Spunky.  Get a
good ole taste of Sergeant cum, boy" he said as he drove his still hard
cock back down my throat.

The volume was too much for me and took me by surprise as I choked and
gagged.  A large wad of slimy goo spurted out my nose and onto my chin as
Sgt. Carter burst out in laughter and drove his cock with increasing
ferocity as more cum leaked from my mouth and my nose.  Each thrust in sent
more cum out my nose and more laughter from the Sergeant.  I heard
Sgt. Carter sneer, "Fuckin BEE-U-tee-full" to more laughter and genuine
amusement at my predicament.  I was a slimy mess and Sgt. Carter was
enjoying these new sensations of black cock sliding through slick red honky
lips.  More camera flashes from behind the glass door humiliated me
further.  I must have been a sight to behold because Sgt. Carter seemed
enraptured with the whole scene.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of a man clapping
behind me; slowly at first, but then increasing as if this were the
conclusion of some kind of Opera.  I couldn't turn my head to see who it
was but I was looking up into Sgt. Carter's eyes as a broad smile filled
his face and he blurted out, "Holy Fuck.  Well I'll be damned"

End of Chapter 11.  Write me if you're enjoying the series or if you have
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