Handle the collection employee.

You look down at Melissa and imagine the massive quantity of your semen inside her body. She lets go of your cock and prepares to turn around to address the collection employee. Before she manages to proceed, you decide that you aren't quite done with her and grab her head and ram your still-hard cock down her throat yet again. A flicker of surprise crosses the collection employee's previously stoic face. Was she new? Surely she's received the proper training, although you'll concede that it's never quite the same thing in person. In any case, you don't recognize this woman; she may be new, or recently reassigned. It's also entirely possible that you just forgot her somewhat plain face in the sea of beautiful faces you see daily. Still, functionally speaking, everything you need to know about her is revealed to you in those white pseudo-pajamas of a rank D employee. Melissa looks up at you, swallowing on your cock and still following your earlier instruction, although you figure that she must be concerned about wasting the semen in her stomach.You begin to gently rock Melissa's face back and forth on your dick as you consider the new feminine presence in your room.

Rank D employees generally handled the custodial affairs of the Breeding Complex. In fact, such employees make up the bulk of the workforce since a great many jobs are considered "custodial," even those requiring technical knowledge. Such employees have rarely attended Breeding School. It strikes you that semen extraction from an oral event is quite an important job, and you've wondered in the past why it isn't handled by an employee of at least rank C. You theorize that it's a matter of supply and demand; you've been shooting your loads down throats quite a bit recently and it's possible that there's a shortage of rank C employees familiar with the operation of the stomach extraction device. Whatever the reason, while rank C employees were allowed to speak to you but not to request a breeding directly, rank D employees were allowed neither. You could expect all communication between you and the woman now standing beside your bed to be relatively one-sided.

Your eyes drift down from the plain face of the collection employee to her body. You noted that her uniform was not nearly as form-fitting as Melissa's, giving her a somewhat rectangular appearance. From where you stood - or rather, laid - she didn't exactly inspire you to father an entire species. You look back down at your secretary, your cock lodged snugly down her warm throat. You recall the pang of what appeared to be jealously in her voice when she mentioned the collection employee. You've been the subject of extensive experimentation for years, why not conduct a little experiment of your own? You hypothesize that fucking the collection employee right in front of her might lead to some entertaining results. You figure that formulating a hypothesis must be at least half of the scientific method.

You roughly yank Melissa's face off your cock, a thin string of spit flying off your fully erect cock into her eyes. "Watch this, slut," you order as you roll her off of your legs onto her side. With one hand, you reach up and grab the front of the collection employee's uniform all pull her down towards you. A shriek of surprise escapes her mouth as she uses her arms to braces her fall against the bed. With her face now within arm's reach, you grab her by the back of the head. Her lips still parted slightly in shock, you use your free hand to guide your cock into her warm mouth. The collection employee grunts as she feels the sensation of the massive head of your penis pushing deeper into her mouth. You can only imagine the range of emotions she must be feeling. She has surely been instructed that the chance of experiencing an event herself is minimal. It's true enough, you rarely fuck class D employees due to their inexperience. You decide to up the ante and remind her of the gravity of her situation. Truth be told, you couldn't really care less, but sometimes it's fun to be a bit of a hard-ass.

"Shut the fuck up," you say, pushing another inch of dick in her mouth. "If you make another goddamn sound I'll report you. You know the fucking punishment for speaking to me, you class D piece of shit." Her eyes widen, and her entire body freezes. You really had nothing against class D employees, but she didn't know that. "Because I'm such a good person, I'm going to give you a chance to save your shitty job. Suck my cock well enough, and I'll _consider _not reporting this incident." You look over at Melissa. Still drunk on cock and semen, she narrowed her gaze on the collection employee but wisely decided not to comment. You knew she was still worried about the sperm in her stomach.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, you dumb slut? Start sucking! Suck for your job." You shout, roughly maneuvering her body parallel with yours. You put your hands behind your head. You didn't want to give her any hint of what she was supposed to do. A moment passes, with the collection employee frozen in place, roughly 4 inches of your cock in her mouth. Then, slowly, she pulls her head back to the the tip of your cock, caressing the head with her lips. Another moment passes before she determines that she should push her head back down. You feel her mouth warm up the upper third of your giant penis. This process repeats for another minute, the collection employee receiving some impromptu job training on the most valuable organ in the world. You feel the steady stream of precum leaking out of your tip, the unfamiliar taste filling the employee's mouth as she struggles not to gag. Melissa remains silent, but her mouth has visibly contorted into a smirk of superiority. You and her both know the employee is administering an absolutely terrible blowjob.

You decide to throw her a lifeline. "Good lord you are awful," you mumble as the employee winces at your comment. "Take my cock all the way right now. Push it down the back of your throat. Your nose had better be pressed in my crotch. Swallow my entire fucking cock or you're fucked, bitch." Tears well in her eyes. Immediately, the employee pushes her face down your shaft. You feel the engorged head of your rod hit the back of her throat, as the employee strains to fit it deeper. She squints her eyes and places her hands on the bed on either side of your hips to brace herself, using her body weight to **** your cock into her mouth. For several seconds she struggles, wordlessly gagging and ****, but making very little progress. She opens her eyes and immediately her face falls - she's barely two thirds of the way down your shaft. Pulling back an inch, she slams her face down again and again, beating the back of her throat with your cock, tears now running down her cheeks. You sit in silence for several minutes, watching the collection employee punish her own throat to save her job, her face now soaked in spit and tears. At this point, each of her thrusts elicits a violent gag, which you allow. Her throat, which perhaps once had a chance of fitting your entire cock, is clearly too sore to continue and she's back to taking a paltry 4 inches at a time. Melissa's smirk remains plastered on her face.

Time to put the next phase of your plan into action. "Okay, stop, throat slut," you say as you pull her head off your cock. The employee bursts into a coughing fit, spraying a mixture of spit and precum all over the bed. "That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had," you say. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Melissa's eyes widen in shock. You ignore her and look at the class D woman between your legs, relief clearly visible even through the layer of bodily fluids caked on her face. "In fact, if you can suck like that, maybe you should apply to be my secretary," you muse. "Sir!" Melissa objects "She didn't follow your instructions! I can easily take you all the way! I just did it today!" You're going for the Oscar this year.

You glare at Melissa. "I don't remember asking your fucking opinion. Okay so, I shot a load for you and now you're the queen of the complex? Know your place, class C slut." You're actually quite fond of Melissa, but you're also insanely horny and clearly on a bit of a power trip, so you press on. It's a far cry from your chipper conversation when you woke up. "I mean, how does it feel to be out-sucked by a class D?" Melissa's mouth trembles, but she quickly regains her composure. "Sir," she begins evenly, "I can assure you that I will outperform any class D employee. Breeding is not my primary function, but, as you know, I am a highly trained graduate of Breeding School. Please grant me an opportunity to prove myself again."

Trap card: activated. You feign shock. "Did I just hear a class C employee request a breeding?" Actually, she might be able to convince a disciplinary committee that her request to prove herself was referring to breeding activities related to her job, and not necessarily breeding with you specifically. It's not so easy to think on your feet though, is it? Melissa covers her mouth with both hands. Before she can say anything, you add that "Since I'm apparently feeling generous today, I'll give you the same opportunity I gave our little class D throat-meat over here." You grab the collection employees face and shove your cock against the back of her exhausted throat to punctuate your sentence. "You'd better hurry up, now you're sucking for pride _and _your job."