You Can't Do It

It was just too much. Reaching out, you grabbed her hips and erupted inside of her. She said nothing as you poured load after load inside of her. In fact, she seemed to milk you for every last drop, slowly gyrating her hips to coax out all your cum. As you pumped the last load into her, the timer finally went off. Turning it off, your employer slowly stood up, your sticky cock eventually flopping out of her. The excess cum dripped onto your balls and pooled on the floor below.

"Most disappointing," she sighed, retrieving her skirt from the floor. Without regard for the cum dripping down her leg, she pulled it up. "You were so close to passing the examination."

"Please, Madam," you plead, still recovering from your orgasm. "Is there any way I can-"

"My decisions are final, Mister Lockley," she interrupts, her eyes making it clear there was no wiggle room. "You have failed to obtain my approval and are thus terminated. Please collect your clothes. Steven will be here shortly to escort you out."

"Yes, Madam," you concede, walking over to your clothes pile. As you pull them on, you make one last **** plea. "Madam, could you at least pay for my ride back? I used all my money to get here."

She pauses for a moment, seemingly mulling over the idea, before shaking her head. "We are not a charity, Mister Lockley. I am sorry but that is a consideration you should have made before you got here. Ah, there is Steven."

Pulling the last of your clothes on, you see the butler from before in the doorway, your suitcase in his hand. Head lowered, you shamefully follow him out of her office. He leads you back to the entrance and, without a word, he hands you your belongings and opens the door. You briefly consider asking him for help but decide to hold on to your last shred of dignity. As you walk down the front steps, you hear the door slam close behind you.

Casting one glance back at the manor and imagining what could have been, you sadly leave the property. It's going to be a long walk...