"Morning, sissy." Dale smiled down at me as I slowly woke up. My head was resting on his thigh, inches away from his flaccid cock. "That was quite a night! You took it like a champ." He patted me on the head.
"Thank you, sir."
"Howabout a quick BJ to thank me for fuckin' your brains out? And hurry up, we gotta get back on the road."
I took his cock in my mouth. It was still rank from weeks of no showering. I tongued the head and felt him get hard.
"Good boy... From now on, I don't wanna have to ask you for these kinds of things. You should be waking me up by working my cock... my little alarm clock." He chuckled and started pumping into my face. In no time, he shot his load down my throat and stood up. He put his dirty underwear from the day before on and cinched up his jeans. He got behind the wheel and we were off. I stayed in the back of the cab, naked with my hands tied behind me, lying face down in the outline of sweat in the shape of Dale's body. Dale lit a cigarette and we drove on to god knows where.
After probably three hours I felt the truck start to slow down. We came to a stop and Dale swiveled his seat around to face me.
"Now honey, I didn't wanna shock you too much too soon, but a good truck-sissy is responsible for certain duties that you outta learn now." Dale unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out. Another blowjob, of course, I thought. I nodded. "I'm glad you understand!" I crawled on my knees to his seat, took his cock in my mouth, and started sucking. "Woah oh! Not quite yet there, sissy. But I love the enthusiasm! Just hold him in your pretty little mouth and don't spill a drop." I stopped sucking and looked up at him in confusion. I put my mouth back over his cock and saw him lean back. My mouth started filling with his hot salty piss and my eyes went wide.
My cheeks swelled and Dale stopped mid-stream. "Go ahead, sissy. I think you know what to do now." I fought back tears as I swallowed his urine down and gagged. "Good girl. Now I'm gonna keep going slow, but I'm not gonna stop again, because that's uncomfortable, so be ready." Dale started pissing again and I tried my best to keep up, swallowing every two seconds. Finally I felt his stream start to get slow and Dale sighed with relief. "Good girl... But I'm not gonna help you out next time. That was probably your first time, I know, so I didn't wanna make it too unpleasant. Now lick him clean, baby." I cleaned Dale's cock and he tucked it back in his pants. He swiveled around and we were back on our way.
"Ideally we won't have to stop next time."
I fell back onto the rancid bed and cried silently. I was this man's wife and now his toilet.
I took Dale's piss twice more that day before he finally let me go to the bathroom. We stopped on the side of the road and Dale untied my hands. I was expecting him to let me get dressed, but no such luck. He made me climb down the truck stark naked and crouch on the side of the road to do my business. Cars honked as they passed, but nobody called the police. 'Just two weirdos playing their sex games' they must have thought. When I finished, I stood up and looked out at the desert. I could run, I thought, and maybe find a rest stop. Surely somebody could help me get this thing off my dick. I felt Dale's hand grab my ass. As if reading my mind, Dale whispered in my ear.
"How far you think you could make it? I bet pretty far before you die of heat stroke."
He was right. I'd subsisted off of nothing but Dale's cum and piss for two days, and I was still completely naked. I put my head down and dale guided me back into the truck.
Four hours later as the day shifted into twilight, Dale and I pulled into a rest stop. Without a word Dale left the truck and took the keys with him.
30 minutes later, Dale came back. He was carrying a pink dog collar and leash.
