Emma learns her place

Emma looks down at the puddle of cum that she just squeezed out of her ass with wide eyes. It was clear she had never performed such filthy acts before. This would test just how far she was willing to go for you.

"Yes sir." She says, hesitation in her voice.

Despite her initial surprise at your instruction, she climbs down from the couch and kneels on the floor next to it. She looks back and forth between the cum puddle and you a couple times, as if to confirm you really want her to go through with this nasty task. You nod in confirmation.

Without another word, Emma sticks her tongue out and starts licking up the cum from the leather couch. She gags at first, clearly disgusted by the knowledge of where this all came from. You know it wouldn't be from the taste, given that she would have certainly prepped her ass before coming for this interview, knowing well that you and your team would want to use her backdoor (albeit unaware that this would be the main hole that you used). Still, the thought of licking up your cum fresh out of her asshole was vile enough to make her gag, at least initially. However, she's switftly reminded how much she loves the taste of your seed and eagerly licks up the rest of it, gag free.

"Good girl, now for that puddle you left on the floor earlier." You say, motioning to the much larger puddle of piss left on your office floorboards from when she failed to swallow down the majority of it earlier.

Emma looks over at it with a frown, seemingly having forgotten about the source of the filthy odour that her nose had grown used to throughout her interview. She looks back at you with eyebrows raised.

"How... how do you want me to clean it... sir?" She asks hesitantly, although deep down she knows the answer.

"The only way a filthy whore such as yourself ever would, with your mouth of course." You respond very matter-of-factly.

"But..." Emma starts to protest.

"Listen Emma, if you really want to work here, you'll need to accept your status within our ranks. If you want the men here to continue fucking you like you're they're bitch, their piece of mindless fuckmeat, then you have to start acting like it and doing whatever filthy, depraved acts they instruct you to. If that doesn't sound like something you'd be interested in then I suggest you rescind your application." You interject.

Emma looks at you, suddenly seeing the filthy act of licking up the men's piss from the floor in a new light. Her pussy trembles a little as she hears you describe her new role as a mindless perverted fucktoy. You sure had a way of convincing these nasty sluts to sink further and further into debauchery.

You see the look of submission arise in her expression as she willingly accepts her new status. This would be her job now, and after hearing you describe such a degrading act in this lewd way, she would gladly perform her duty. With a new sense of obedience, Emma crawls over to the puddle of piss that she left behind earlier. She looks up at you with a perverted grin before bending forward with her tongue out, eagerly licking at the puddle before slurping some of it up.

*Schluuuuuurp*

"Mmmmm is this what you want from me daddy? To humiliate me and make me your piss drinking whore?" She moans as she cleans up the puddle one mouthful at a time.

"That's right bitch, that's exactly what I want from you. Will you do that for me? Will you become the nastiest slut imagineable?" You ask, pushing her to **** herself further.

*Schluuuurp* *GULP*

"I'll do whatever filthy things you tell me to daddy." Emma moans.

"Good girl. Now while you finish cleaning up that mess why don't I find you a plug. I can already see you're starting to leak from that blown open backdoor of yours." You say, walking away from Emma and her puddle of piss.

You approach your desk and open each of your draws, sifting through for a plug of an appropriate size to stop Emma making a whole new mess on your office floor. As you push various anal beads, vibrators, whips and smaller plugs aside, you struggle to find a plug big enough for Emma's ruined hole. It seemed you had given away all of the larger plugs in your office throughout the last couple weeks. In order to find an alternative, given the smaller plugs in your drawers would be like tossing a coin down a well in Emma's current state, you press your intercom to speak to your assistant.

"Meg, could you find me a large plug and bring it in here please." You say over the intercom.

"How big are we talking sir?" She asks.

You glance over at Emma. On her position down on her hands and knees with her ass up and facing in your direction you have a pretty good view of just how big her gape is.

"I'm thinking at least 3 and a half inches wide." You respond.

"Gee, you guys must've really done a number on her. I'll see what I can find and be right back." Meg answers.

With that sorted and on the way, you sit back in your desk chair and take a breather, enjoynig the view. Emma continues to obediently lap up the puddle on the floor in front of you, more or less oblivious to the conversation you just had with your secretary.