I need some answers... and deliver that coffee.

I had a nice, little cart that I pushed around the office for morning breakfast deliveries. The middle held a few bagels sprinkled with various toppings and toasted bread with butter evenly applied. The top was shelf was filled with steaming cups of coffee, all of which were heavily tainted with the fresh jizz I was **** to dump in after Sasha "punished" me.

"You're late Adam," The attractive and very business-like Asian woman stated in a deadpan tone, "Just put the coffee on my table and remember to put down a coaster." She hadn't even deigned to look at me.

"Hey Vivian." I placed down one of our firm-branded coasters and gingerly placed the inseminated drink in front of her. She took a deep whiff of it and began to pick it up, suddenly noticed me staring with bulging eyes.

"What?" Vivan bluntly asked.

"It's just, I-uh, well..." I stammered quietly, wording my next sentence carefully, "Sasha, she... she disciplined me? I was late..."

"Believe me Adam, we all know you were late." She gently shook the cup in her hand, a thin strand of white man cream swirled around like a careless snow zephyr on a windy, winter night. "You should be disciplined, you were over an hour late."

"Yeah, yeah, it's just- well, she made me..." I took a deep breath, "Sasha, um, touched my penis and **** me to ejaculate." My eyes darted between the petite Asian woman's face and her mug. "She made me ejaculate in the coffee."

"So?" She flatly responded. "It's probably part of your punishment to know we're drinking your cum. Just get over it Adam, it's just one day." I was awestruck as the serious and exceedingly-professional Vivian took more than just a sip of her knocked-up coffee. She brought up the thick off-brown brew and took a huge gulp, no doubt getting at least a morsel of my sperm down her throat.

"You- you mean, you're okay with drinking my... drinking... it?" Vivian shrugged nonchalantly, opening her mouth wide and swirling her tongue in case any semen was left. I felt my package throb and my slacks grow tight at the lewd scene.

"If it's your punishment, yes." Vivan confimed, before looking back at her papers and waving me off. "Now stop wasting time with stupid questions and give everyone their breakfast. The meeting is going to start soon."

I hurried down the hall and gave each woman her share of freshly harvested cum and coffee, and each time I warned them: "Sasha made me cum in that!"

"Oh dear, you poor thing!" Chelsea had squealed with a faux frown, squeezing my cheek, "If I was in charge, I would've just let you touch my boobs!" Then the blonde bimbo happily slurped down half her cup, locking her eyes with mine the entire time.

"Ah, I suppose I need to drink this then?" Brianna had mumbled, pushing up her glasses on her freckled face. She too apparently had no serious objections to drinking the ruined coffee, "Mhmm! It actually tastes pretty good." Whether or not she was being honest or this was part of my "punishment" I'm still not sure.

The rest of the office was much the same and in ten minutes, I finally staggered back to the dinette with an empty cart and all the female employees happily sipping away. I sat down and contemplated my life, "What the fuck was happening!"

I knew one thing: I had to push my luck and see what happens!