Though hesitant, she sucks the ass juice from his dick. Anything for capitalism.

"Shut up, you cock holster. Throat it, or I'll fire you."

Eve remembered that the agency would kill her if she were fired, and she panicked a bit and immediately started deepthroating the cock in front of her. John frowned. This was new. Eve had, at this point, spent a lot of time sucking his dick. Frankly, John was thrilled about this new lifestyle he was starting up. But now she was sort of... scraping his cock with her tongue, as if cleaning it VERY aggressively? It felt... very different.

Eve saw John's expression. Was she doing something wrong? She was doing her best, she thought, even thought it was a hard job. Actually... it was wretched. The sharpies hadn't grabbed much, but the flesh of his cock had gotten gummed up as she worked to clean her shit from John's dick. But she did her job. Swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, deepthroated it, and then tilted her head. She could almost feel the walls of her throat start to get dirty as she scraped his shit-covered dick around in her throat. She got up, spun around, and impaled her ass on his dick again.

Eve thought a bit while she was sliding up and down John's dick. She would have to try extra hard today to make up for her mistakes last night. "Sir? I worry that my throat will get dirty again. I don't want to disappoint you. Can I do some throat cleaning reps after I finish cleaning out my asshole?"

"Now I know you love doing throat cleaning reps more than anything in the world..." Eve agreed (as she did with everything John said), they were easily the most pleasant of the jobs she had to do. "But I can't have you shirking your job. If - IF you finish all your punishments today, I might let you clean your throat with my cock early, before your regularly scheduled cleaning later tonight. But right now, you need to finish cleaning your asshole. Don't get distracted," John said as she slammed her ass onto his dick. "Look at the clock!"

Eve glanced up and saw that she'd almost missed her time. She jumped off and spun around again.

The worst part was sliding her tongue over his cock, by far. It tasted terrible. No, the worst part was feeling like her throat was becoming a caked mess as she slid his cock around and tilted her head during the deepthroat. No... the worst part was that she was fucking without any real sleep in her from last night. She was exhausted. But she stood back up, spun around, and started squatting on his dick again. Looking back, it seemed like John wasn't even paying attention to her anymore. He was playing with his phone.

He idly glanced up. "Slam yourself into my dick harder. If you aren't whimpering, I can't tell if you're going deep enough. Faster. Faster. Good. Keep that pace." Then he went back to posting pics of Eve online. He was running out of ideas, and he thought the internet might have some ideas for ways to punish his new ****. He mostly ignored her as she whimpered to herself repeatedly.

Eve tried to slam herself onto his cock hard enough that it hurt, and she whimpered not just from the pain in her ass, but from the effort she was having to expend while being so, so tired.