Floor duty

998... 999... 1000! FINALLY! Eve started to cheer around John's cock as she tilted her head back and forth, her throat was finally clea... wait... For the third time in the last hour, she felt John's cock start to pulse in her mouth. Quickly, she glued her lips around its base, trying desperately to suck up all of his cum before it dripped onto the floor below. John was right - she was starting to... enjoy... the disgusting taste. So she sucked hard, trying to slurp it all down her throat...

...but there was too much cum for her exhausted mouth, and some dribbled out onto the ground.

John looked furious, but was secretly very pleased. It looked like those supplements he used to increase his cum volume were working. He smacked her on the side of the head. "You disgusting girl, you had one job. Look at my floor! This is a major infraction. And, look! There's a little bit of my piss down there, too - and some of your spit! It's almost enough to make me want to fire you so no one ever has to deal with you again. Get off my cock and answer for yourself. You may have five minutes with my dick out of your mouth while you figure out how to solve this problem." John already had a solution in mind, but wanted her to think of it herself.

Eve started to panic, and looked up at him with concern - cum still dripping from her face down her chest, and pooling beneath her pussy on the ground.

"Please, please, please sir. I didn't mean to be so sloppy, I'm still learning! I'll get better, I promise! I promise I'll do whatever you want to make all of this okay!"

"Oh yeah? Like what. Tell me what you think would be a way to fix such disgusting behavior."

Evelyn looked at the mess of fluids on the ground. It was a lukewarm mix of disgusting mess. She thought hard about what she could do to save her job. "The rule was that whatever comes out of your cock has to go down my throat, right? How about I start by solving that right now?" And before John could say anything, the panicked Eve had crouched onto the ground and started licking up the mess she had made. How had she been so stupid? She was supposed to be helping John, not making his house worse! And all this after he had been so kind as to help her clean her own throat.

As she crawled around on the floor, lapping up pools of spit, piss, and cum, she realized that she really - REALLY hated the taste of lukewarm piss. It had all the acrid and disgusting flavor, but no heat to hide it. She almost threw up on the spot, but did her best to hold it down. She didn't want to have to lick that up as well. Still, after a few minutes of crawling around, she found the last bit of cum on the floor and licked it into her mouth.

She ended up having to go over some of the areas multiple times, as she realized that the cum on her body had dripped off onto the floor.

Eve looked over at John expectantly and he frowned at her. Was... was that not enough? Was there... the rule! She scurried over to John and put his dick back into her mouth, then looked up at him.

He nodded and smiled, then slapped her clit. It made Evelyn sad to admit, but it was starting to give her a vague sense of pride when he did that. "Alright, alright - I guess I wont report you over this. But do your best going forward, I can't have these shoddy half efforts anymore. What number are you on?"

"I i-ished. Oe ousan!" she yelled triumphantly.

John tilted his head, then sat down on the couch. He didn't think he'd cum again, but it would be nice if she were busy while he was watching TV... "No you're not. You're only at 300. I counted. You're so terrible at math."

Eve's eyes widened and she started to cry a little. How could she have miscounted! She'd spent so many years in college working to be an accountant. She continued her task. She kept counting, though, more than because of the habit than because she trusted herself to do even the most basic of math.