He doesn't even notice

Attempt #4:

The fourth time Eve woke was something else. After being awoken with a start, she had started again, hoping that this time wouldn't somehow take two hours. Almost immediately, though, she'd woken up John. He looked irritated.

"Goddammit, you fucking cum bucket, can't you do anything right? I need to have my fucking sleep, I can't be interrupted constantly by your failures. You've tried three times and woken me up every fucking time!" He'd grabbed her by the hair and started yelling in her face. He slapped her and spit on her as he did so.

"You" - spit - "useless" - slap - "piece" - spit - "of" - slap - "shit. I just want a peaceful night of sleep!"

Then he shoved his cock back in her mouth.

Eve had been shocked for only a moment, and hurt. She had tried her absolute hardest, and she was so tired. She'd spent an hour gently trying to... could he not even... did he not even know? But that moment passed, and she'd realized that he was right. Obviously that had been a dream, and she had been negligent in her duties. Those two times that she remembered waking up violently, then slaving away for hours trying to gently ease the cum out of John - they must not have happened at all. It was such a realistic dream that her jaw was sore, which was impressive. She really was a useless piece of shit. Her hair was matted from sweat and she had a smear of gunk all over her face. The least she could do was what she was told, but she couldn't even do that right!

"You get one more try. I'm going to **** you out right now, and if I wake up from your next attempt the entire day will be spent punishing you." He took off his shirt and tied it tight around her neck, then slapped her hard. He spit on her one last time before her own spit came up out of her mouth, covering her face as her vision went black.

Attempt #5:

The problem was that she awoke for the fifth time to the very dim light of morning. She hurried up as fast as she could, knowing she had mere minutes before John would wake up. Her hair was matted with sweat, and she was exhausted... but she could do this. She knew he'd only cum twice, and that had been hours ago. So she got up and started fucking his cock with her face, being careful to not let any part of him touch her other than his dick. But no matter how hard she tried, he just would... not... cum... she started crying when she heard birds outside.

She worked as hard as she could, in and out, sliding her tongue around the underside of John's dick, basically doing pushups so that she wouldn't wake up up. She thought she could hear him start to wake, and her eyes began to fill with tears. Then her tears made a little pool on his stomach when she felt movement and heard John start to speak.

"You've had it far too easy, I can tell. You can't even do one thing. Well relaxation time is over. Today I'm going to have to punish you until you scream." First he patted her on the head so hard that it felt more like he was hitting her. But that didn't seem to be enough. So he reached down and grabbed her nipple and twisted, hard. After a few moments, she started to scream into his dick. It felt like he was going to rip her tits off!

Those vibrations were enough to send John over the edge, and his cock started emptying what cum it had down her airway. Eve started to cough, but that just made John twist even harder.

He tilted his head as he watched the coughing, ****, dead-eyed, sweat and spit-covered mess cry as he stood up. He pumped his cock in her mouth a few more times as he thought to himself.

He supposed he'd had worse fleshlights. But he also promised he'd punish her, and so he got to thinking.

"Go wash yourself off. You're such a slut - we both know that you won't be able to stop yourself from rubbing your clit in the shower just like you like it until the water turns cold, but you are not allowed to orgasm in the workplace without permission. And you do not have permission. Get ready for your hardest day yet."

Eve did as she was ordered, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm in the shower and holding herself off of it. She worried about her performance in her new job. It was turning her on... a lot. That wasn't professional at all. She remembered the brief time she'd felt John's cock in her pussy overnight, and almost came. Fuck, she needed more of that. She really, really wanted to cum. But her hand pulled away from her pussy as she got too close. She had to be professional.