Office Revamp

After lunch, I grab some water and make a spreadsheet to record sex proficiency for the staff. I also start a document so I can keep track of notes.

A half an hour later, I call Sherry on the intercom. "Please come in here," I say.

She's in the doorway within seconds. "What's up, boss?"

"I have to pee," I say simply.

"Oh!" she says. "Let me go get Liz for you!"

"No." I speak quickly to stop her before she can leave. "I'd like you, please."

She clearly hesitates, but only briefly. Given the state of this school, it is good enough. She walks over to me and kneels down between my legs. As she reaches for my zipper she says, "I have to warn you, it's been a while."

"Your husband doesn't like this, either?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Do you like to see it?" she asks.

"Just swallow today," I say. Sometimes it is nice to see a good mouthful, but right now I only want to test out the basics.

Sherry leans in and puts the head of my cock in her mouth. This is good technique -- some women try to take the cock further back, but holding just the tip shows real commitment to tasting it.

Sherry looks up at me and forms a seal around my cock with her lips. I look down at her and carefully watch her face. I don't let go instantly, but instead wait a few seconds. I'm curious if she'll get impatient.

She just kneels, though, looking up into my eyes. Still watching her, I release some piss. I don't know for sure how strong it is, but considering it is in the afternoon, and that I've been drinking water, it probably isn't too bad. Too bad for what it is.

Sherry swallows easily and her face betrays no sense of disgust. I release a bit more, which she swallows, so I gradually relax, increasing the flow. Soon I am peeing as hard as I can, emptying the contents of my bladder, and Sherry is gulping to keep up. She doesn't spill any, though.

When the flow stops, she sucks hard on the tip of my cock, and I feel her tongue flick over the head. She's cleaning up.

Next, she starts bobbing her head, but I stop her. "Thank you Sherry, but no blowjob today. Normally I might accept, but I have an anal sex appointment soon, and I need to be ready."

She gets to her feet and turns to go, but I say, "Please sit. I'd like to go over your performance, and I have some other changes I'd like to discuss with you."

Sherry pulls up a chair and sits down. She's clearly expecting bad news.

"You performed perfectly," I say. "That was some textbook piss drinking, Sherry. Congratulations."

Sherry gives me a big smile. "I've watched Liz a lot," she confesses. "She's great at it."

"I'm sure she is," I say. "I plan to try the entire staff, of course, but I'm afraid that since you are here in the office, this will be one of your regular duties."

"Makes sense," she says.

"Now, speaking of your duties... Sherry, you are the face of this school," I say. "When someone visits, you are the first person they see. So, I'd like you to present a somewhat different image."

"How do you mean?"

"First, you must stop wearing clothes in the office. When you arrive in the morning, you must strip. You can dress again when it is time to go home. The only things you may wear at work are non-obstructing jewelry, shoes, and bondage gear."

"Bondage gear? You want me to wear a leash or something?"

"No, sorry that wasn't clear," I say with a smile. "That will only be on demand, there's no regular equipment to wear."

"What about shaving?" she asks.

"As long as you are clean, your personal grooming is up to you. You can shave or not shave any part of your body, that's none of the school's business."

I continue. "Next, when men visit the office, for any reason, you must leave a good impression. I want you to be extra solicitous. If a man says he is horny, offer him sex. If he complements your body, ask if he'd like to touch it. If he cums on your face, you are to leave it in place unless some other man asks you to remove it. Finally, if he asks where the bathroom is, inform him that you are the preferred urinal."

This last bit is extra degrading, but I want to hammer home that she should be helping the school. It's not likely to matter hugely, anyway, because only a minority of men enjoy that.

Sherry doesn't seem surprised by any of this. And why should she? It's all more or less standard, even lenient for some workplaces.

She starts unbuttoning her shirt. "No problem, sir," she says.