3 months later, the continuing training of Denise

"So Denise, is it hard sucking my cock three times a day and working at your job?" She didn't answer but she gave a mischievous smile after swirling her lips around the head of my dick. She was trying to get me off quick.

"Yeah, but I try and schedule appointments and meetings accordingly."

"So you're running your business around my hardons? Have you ever lost a client or some money due to this?" She reversed from shoving her face down into my pelvis, tears and slop trailed from her mouth as she sputtered.

"I've already lost a few clients because of it." She frowned.

"But don't worry about it! Your dick is worth a few.. . uhh, hundred thousand dollars!" She choked on her words but passed it off like she was **** on your cock, which it turns out she really was. She finished enthusiastically with a long slurping massage and you couln't help yourself but grab her head and pull her deep.

It turns out, excessive cocksucking is a legitimate way to fire someone. Girls who are just too hot, or who just get unlucky enough that a guy makes them a special project end up losing their jobs. That's just how this universe works. It doesn't seem too fair, but for society to function, it seems to make sense.

Denise lost her job after a few weeks of use from you. At first she gave you a blowjob once or twice a day and she was able to cope. But soon enough you gave her scheduled blowjobs three times a day whether you were in the mood or not. Once her lips are around you, it's hard to deny cumming into her pretty fuckhole.

It wasn't enough though. You wanted something special, even in this universe. You started to give Denise lots of rules. The number one rule is she had to have your dick in her mouth at least a couple times an hour. Lick the balls, kiss the tip, and be eager about it. You wanted her to claw at your package like it was gold, unzip your pants like it was a present. She did what she could to balance her life.

"Hi, Denise speaking." She answered the phone and you could hear one side of the conversation.

"Cindi slow down, that account is just in follow up... what about the contract?"

"Ok, got it, can you read what they're changing in the terms.... forty-seven pages of changes? Hang on, I'll be right there." Denise grabs her keys.

Then she hesitates, realizing she needs to suck my dick every fifteen minutes. She puts the keys down, and puts her phone on speaker.

"Just read it to me over the phone." Her secretary starts reading legal jargon in a ditzy slow voice, tripping over every big word. She takes forever and keeps losing her place. Denise, while listening in, sits on the floor deciding to multi-task by pushing her face into your crotch, nuzzling and sniffing your jeans. She was really getting you going when her secretary stopped reading.

"Uh, like, Denise. They want to have a meeting with you, they're here about the contract." Denise had just managed to free your dick and was in the middle of getting her first full mouthful. You had talked to Denise about ever ignoring your penis and how it was rude.

"Hello, Denise? Like, are you there? What's that slurping? Hello? Are you sucking cock again?" There was a long awkward silence as Denise serviced you. She had already blown you successfully a few times today. You could probably last a full hour at this point.

"Whatever Denise. I'm going to go to the meeting for you, but, like, I want a raise, it is TOTALLY bogus I have to keep doing your job. You don't even, like, work here anymore." The receiver clicked.

You raise her head off your penis.

"Can you not take calls while sucking my dick from now on? It's rude and distracting. I think Cindi can handle anything that comes up while you're busy."

"Sure, that sounds reasonable."

"And one more thing, can you prioritize sucking my penis over your old job? Like next time, suck my dick, then call work after."

A month later, Cindi got Denise's job, not because she was qualified, but because she was the only one who had trained under Denise directly.

You were driving down the road in your jeep and look down at Denise in your lap.

"What's Cindi's job title anyways?"

"Account manager."

"And your job?"

"Cock sucker." You park in the office complex. Denise follows you into her old workplace, just in case she needs to suck your cock.

In her old office, Denise is quick to jump back into action. Cindi is fanning her nails with her heels on top of a messy desk with papers falling onto the floor and into a trashcan that's overflowing. Denise begins grabbing papers frantically out of the trash.

"Cindi these numbers are all wrong, did you even look at these. Cindi, what is this? You can't, I mean, this is fraud! Look! Why are these large transfers to a bank account completely unlabeled! What are these Cindi!?"

"This contract doesn't even make sense, we lose money on it! We need to set up a meeting with them immediately!" Cindi looks annoyed, she plays with her blonde curls while gold bracelets jangle on her arm.

"Listen Denise, I'm doing my best. If you were fucking or whatever, or... whatever!" She doesn't really have much of a point.

"I have to go meet Mr. Johnson, he's helping me run the day to day." Cindi unbuttons her blouse a bit, letting out generous cleavage.

"Johnson! That slimy fuck has wanted to use this company as his personal piggy bank for ages. You can't trust that guy Cindi! You and I are going to go tell him off for good!" Denise gives you a cold look and continues.

"Johnson is the old Boss's screw up son who doesn't care about the company. His father purposefully put me in charge of accounts so he didn't run it into the ground. He tried to use company funds to buy himself a Ferrari. Three times, using a lawyer instead of hard work.

Denise shoots ahead dragging your arm forcefully making sure you come with her. She knew she had to have your cock in her mouth soon so she needed you close by.

A glass office houses one of the most smug guys you had ever seen sitting at his desk. Two red heels were already poking out from under his desk. Denise and Cindi were about to enter but you grab hold of Denise gently. She sinks to her knees immediately knowing her place.

"Christ Denise, we're here to blow Mr. Johnson, not whats-his-name." Cindi scoffs again before joining some mystery girl under Mr. Johnson's desk. They were both giggling under his desk and he reached down, presumably to cup their heads onto his cock as they likely slathered it from both sides in a sloppy kiss. You assumed, you couldn't see exactly. He stood up from his chair after a while, talking down at her. Cindi was a good little cocksucker and followed him with her mouth to the side of his desk, never letting go once. The other girl got up from his desk and wiped her mouth of saliva. What you didn't expect is that it wasn't a co-worker or assistant. She was a full-on prostitute. Cheetah dress, clear stiletto heals, big hoop ear-rings, bones sticking out of a flat looking ass and a somewhat skank face full of red blotches . Cindi was such a knockout peachy perfect curvaceous bimbo blonde, it was hot to know she was slobbering on a dick with the creature Johnson needed to get laid. The prostitute began a phone call and walks away disinterested, eventually curling up on a couch.

Cindi was nodding her head in agreement on his cock to everything he was saying. Denise could see it happening. He took out a piece of paper and put it on his desk. Cindi signed it while bobbing up and down on his cock. Johnson excitedly took a bright red model car off his desk and made motor sounds as he drove it childishly over Cindi's cleavage. Cindi took his cock out of her moth and giggled while bouncing her big tits, and pushing them up so Johnson could drive the toy Ferrari around on her cleavage easily. You felt Denise grip your thighs tightly, she looked away from the glass and started fucking her face violently into you as hard as she could. She was gagging herself deliberately without you even asking her to. All her rage and fury was focused on your dick. It felt great and she could only reward you for destroying her life and sinking her company. You gladly reward her for using your penis as a stress reliever, dropping it in her open mouth.

"Play with the Cum Denise" Denise began pushing the cum around her mouth, swishing it and dangling it from her fingers, making a huge slut of herself.

"Swallow and say thank you".

"Thank you." She opens her mouth to show off.

"Now go thank Mr. Johnson for the new company car with a blowjob. And make sure you don't let on you're mad about him sinking your company. I don't want you ruining his blowjob."

"Of course, I always give him amazing blowjobs. I would never tell anyone I was blowing that I hated them very, very, very much."

She looks at you and smiles brightly before heading into his office. You watch in awe through the glass as Denise drags the hooker back into the action, who is **** until Denise hands her what looks like a few hundred dollars. Denise made things right with Johnson's hooker, eventually bending the whore over his desk and slobbering on Johnson's Penis with Cindi before excitedly coaxing Mr. Johnson to fuck the hookers ass. Denise licks his balls while he thrusts into the hookers ass. Johnson, fully entertained, forgets about Cindi who becomes bored and begins playing with the model car on his desk. Denise however, takes the cock out of the hookers ass and begins blowing his slimy dick. From behind the door you can hear Denise in a very excited voice blurt out:

"We should do this in your new Ferrari! Hooker ass tastes so good on your dick!" So polite. Such a hardworking and motivated girl. She understood that this was how she could further her career while being late and constantly having to suck your cock.