Bulma looked pissed. She looked at you scronfully. It was making you nervous, was she going to beat you up again. She opened the door of her vehicle, you wasted no time. Rushing into her vehicle and crawling under her seat. But she kicked your face, pushing you away. It was not a light kick, she really didn't care how much she hurt you. Her boots landed squarely on your face, drawing tears from you eyes.
She closed the door and started driving again. You stayed on your knees near her seat, perplexed by the events. But you were sure you would get some money out of this. You hoped nobody saw you get treated like that.
She stopped in a deserted area. Nobody else was around. Bulma was dressed properly today, wearing expensive diamonds around her neck. Even the sole of her boot had a diamond on it. If only she gave you one of these diamonds, your entire life could change. She looked very clean, her perfume was wonderful. You thought it might be nicer than last time. Oh well...
When you looked back at her, she was standing near a small rock, putting her right foot on the rock, spreading her legs. She had already taken off her dress. You could see her brown ass crack between her plump sss cheeks. Was it really what you thought it was? EW! What did she wants from you!
She snapped her fingers, "Clean it up, peasant". You didn't know if she meant peasant as an insult or if she was just pointing out your livelihood. You heard her start the countdown. You didn't have much time to think. You swiftly went down on your knees behind her, her shit flecks had died up on her asscrack. You could feel the change from her perfume to her shit as you came closer. You gagged in disgust.
"Three. Two..",Bulma was getting impatient. Her asshole was itching from the dried shit on her asshole. There was no tissue paper with her and she had to shit in the wild today! She was angry for forgetting all her gadgets.
"Ahh~", she out a pleasured moan as she felt the wet tongue on her itching asshole. She can only imagine the taste, but she was rich, she didn't have to worry about such shit. She felt the boy obediently coat her asscrack in you spit, slowly easing her itch. But it was nothing compared to the delight she felt when she felt you tongue push inside her asshole. She smirked, enjoying the powertrip as you desperately fought off you gag reflex to keep licking her asshole. Her died shit flecks were melting with your saliva, exploding their taste in your tongue. It was so horrible! You teared up as you obediently gave into her inhumane demand. Licking the shit off her asshole. Your tongue had turned brown from her shit. She asshole nearly squeaky clean.
"Clean yet?", she asked impatiently. It seemed she had no intention of using you any further. She really just wanted to use you to wipe her ass. "No ma'am, please give me one more minute", you were too honest. You didn't want her to never use you again. Bulma expected you to obey either way, it wasn't a surprise to her. Rather, she was just irritated that you weren't done yet. "Hurry up then!", she said kicking your thigh, making you gasp. Despite how she was treating you, you kept licking diligently, till you could see her pink rosebud once more, all neat and clean. You pulled your head away. The taste of her shit was still on your tongue, you doubted you'd ever be able to get rid of this horrifying taste. But you were finally done. Bulma didn't even look back at you. She dropped some money, put on her pants and drove away in her vehicle.
You stayed there wondering whether it was the right choice as the taste of her shit filled your tongue. You gagged and threw up, trying to get the taste out of your mouth! But at least you got enough money for the next one year!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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