An utterly humiliating interview

Only 1 hour until my interview. I strip out of my soaked panties and hop in the shower. I'm enjoying the soothing sensation of hot water trickling down my body when I feel Alex portal the vibrator into my pussy again. The vibrations make my legs turn to jelly and I quickly use my arms to steady myself against the wall.

"Goddamnit Alex, you promised you wouldn't use any toys on me!"

I open my mouth wide so I can hear his reply come through my mouth portal.

"Your interview isn't for another hour"

I'm about to reply when I feel a strange-tasting liquid pour into my mouth. The taste seems familiar... It kind of tastes like... Weed? Shit! Before I have a chance to spit it out, Alex's cock comes through the portal, sealing it. I stubbornly refuse to swallow it. There's no way I'm going to my interview stoned.

Then his cock fills my mouth with piss. I still resist swallowing and finish my shower with a mouthful of piss, a butt plug in my ass, and my cunt full of vibrator. He keeps the vibrator cycling to edge me.

I get out of the shower and towel myself off, then check my phone. With my mouth full he can't use it to talk to me.

"Be a good girl and swallow"

"Fuck you. I'm not going to this interview high"

"I can easily leave my dick in your mouth for as long as it takes. I'll honor my agreement and take it out as soon as your interview starts. Then you'll be left with a choice of swallowing it all down anyway, or spitting it all out in front of your future boss."

FUCK, he's right

I finally give in and swallow and his fucking conditioning kicks in in combination with the vibrator and makes me cum.

Why am I such a filthy disgusting whore who cums from swallowing a man's piss? I hate myself

I brush my teeth to get rid of the taste, dress in a cute business casual blouse with white pants, grab a quick breakfast, and drive to my interview early before the weed kicks in.

As I sit in the lobby waiting for the interview I feel my anxiety fading as the weed kicks in. It's also making me incredibly horny, especially since it's being combined with the relentless edging Alex has been subjecting me to with the vibrator. It takes all my willpower to stay silent and not squirm around in my seat too much.

"Maria? We're ready for you"

I'm about to answer when my mouth suddenly fills up with vodka, what probably feels like about 4 shots. I panic and quickly swallow it all down and then hoarsely say "Thanks".

As I stand up and walk into the interview room, I feel Alex finally remove the vibrator and butt plug as promised.

As we sit and talk through the early interview pleasantries without any further interference from Alex, I find myself growing hopeful. If I can just manage to act normal and hide the fact that I'm currently drunk and stoned, I might actually be able to get this job. The **** feels like it went straight to my clit, making me feel tingly and crave cock.

"So Maria, where do you see yourself in 5 years"

My clit throbs as I picture myself in 5 years, still being used as Alex's personal living sex doll, "I'd like to think that by then, I will have demonstrated my leadership skills and be managing a small team"

As we keep chatting, the questions keep getting more and more complicated and difficult for me to answer in my current state.

"We'd now like you to give us the presentation we asked you to prepare beforehand"

"Yes sir," I say, blushing and standing up in front of the room full of people. I'm struggling to remember what I had planned on saying when any remaining hope I had is lost as Alex slips two fingers inside my pussy and begins rubbing my g-spot in just the right way. Alex always was a wizard at making me cum with just his fingers.

Instead of saying any of the intelligent things I planned to say befitting the businesswoman I so desperately wanted to become, I just let out an obviously sexual moan as my knees go weak and I lean forward and white knuckle grip the edge of the table. I lose myself in the pleasure and as he brings me to orgasm I barely notice him filling my cunt with a warm liquid which explodes out of me, soaking through my pants as I cum hard on his fingers.

It's obvious to everyone in the room that I just had an orgasm, and either squirted or pissed my pants. I look up at the shocked faces of the six men who were interviewing me. I think I see some of them reaching down and adjusting their hard dicks in their pants. It is obvious they have all lost any potential respect for me.

I turn and run from the room, crying as I sprint to my car. I've never been so humiliated in my life. I'm never going to be able to escape from Alex.

"How'd the interview go, babe?" Alex says smugly through my mouth portal.

"Fuck you. You know exactly what happened. You're never going to let me get a job, are you? Without this job, I'll be homeless by the end of the month!"

"Aw, don't give up honey. You just need to find a job more suited to your talents. Take advantage of your strongest assets. You've got a smoking hot body and you're really good at using it to get people to give you what you want. I think you'd make a very successful prostitute. If you wanted to pursue that as your career, I would support your efforts."

"Fuck you. I am not a whore"

"Could have fooled me. Of course, there's another option. I've discussed it with my girlfriend and we'd both be ok with letting you move in with us, rent-free. Of course, you'd have to serve both of us as our personal sex ****."