"Sniff it up bitch boy!" Betsy yelled as she held your face under her large, round rump.
You reluctantly did as you were told and took in audible inhales of your tormenting mistress's gas. It had been three days since you were sold to this crude trucker queen, and what a few days it had been. You're first introduction involved a front row seat to her bare ass in your face as she ordered you around with things like "kiss it," or "smell it," or even "lick it". When you first saw her you guessd something her personality would be something similar to what it is, just not as demanding as she actually was. Betsy stood about 6'6, pretty tall for a woman, and she weighed close to about 200 pounds. Although most of her weight was carried in her chest which was pushing an E-cup, her arms which were toned from the loading and unloading she constantly did, and the rest was in her hips and huge ass. Betsy had the biggest ass you had ever seen and how she managed to squeeze it into her jeans he would never know or understand. Even now as you was face to face with the crack of her ass as she drove, her ass threatened to shred the very denim that surrounded it.
Your thoughts were interupted by Betsy's strong hand on your shoulder forcing you back upright. You greedily took in fresh air and tried to wipe the sweat from your brow, Betsy just chuckles as you do so. With air back in your lungs you notice the two of you have pulled into a truck stop for the night and you swallow audibly; the days on the road were tame compared to your nights with the trucker queen. You looked over at your mistress with nervousness showing in your eyes, she could see it clearly and grinned ear to ear as she turned to face you. She had a look in her eye that you were becoming acustumed to, the look of devious intent. WIthout warning she threw herself forward knocking you onto your back and locking lips with you. Her tongue snaked its way around every crevice of your mouth and for a moment you become lost in such a surprising tender embrace. Her arms make their way to the back of your head and she holds you in place as she continues to kiss you, and before you can react she snaps you back to reality.
BBBBBHHHHHUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP
She belches full force into your mouth and continues to hold you there in her grasp; you try to squirm away desperate to get away from the sour taste. A stench of sour milk, as well as the taste, bombards your senses and Betsy giggles showing what little bit of girlieness she has left in tact. She holds you for a minute letting you get a full taste and smell of her oral emmision before finally letting you go. You pant and gasp for air and have the urge to yell, but you remember the training videos you watched of what can happen to a slave who mouths off to his mistress and bite your tongue; you fear what Betsy might do if you were stupid enough to mouth off. She is laughing as she reaches down and pulls out your leash. Betsy purchased your collar and said leash right after buying you and put it into practice as soon as you were out the store doors; now every time you walked outside of her truck you had your leash so you couldn't even attempt to run away.
"Come on bitch boy," she said as she opened her door, "I gotta use it, and fuel up so you got plenty of fresh ass-air from my sexy behind."
You sighed and crawled out of the truck and began following your mistress to the dinner. When you get inside......
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