"You're saying my fiancé blackmailed you that night?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a tone that was clearly challenging.
"Oh, um, no," I said, realizing she wasn't talking about Bryce. "That was just one wild, drunken night."
"I'm sure," she again scoffed. "Only real depraved sluts allow strangers to fuck their ass."
Shame burned through me as the reality was I had no clear defence or rationale for my actions. Sometimes...I was a slut...and I liked it. Yet, I couldn't tell her that. Instead, I tried to explain it. "Ma'am, I was young and stupid."
"And when you sucked Bryce's cock, or bent over and took it up your ass in his office you were what then?" She asked.
My eyes went wide, as she obviously knew about everything, maybe even my blow job with the janitor. I now defended myself, "He blackmailed me."
"Did he?" She asked. "On the video it looks like you're rather willing. Especially when he begins pounding that fat ass of yours."
I burned with humiliation. I stammered, "I-I-I don't know why, but once I see a big cock I..."
"Turn in to a raving cum slut?" She finished.
"I suppose," I whispered, already trying to figure out how I was going to get a new job if the truth of my sexual depravity came out.
"You suppose? Either you turn into a raving cum slut or you don't, which is it?" She questioned.
My head down, I answered in a whisper, "Raving cum slut."
"Louder," she ordered, "I can't hear you. And look at me when you speak."
I raised my head, looked her in her eyes and admitted, "Raving cum slut."
"And if I'm correct, you also really love white cock," she continued.
"Yes," I nodded, knowing there was nothing left to do but admit the truth.
"Even more than your husband's nigger cock?" She continued.
"Yes," I again admitted, the reality of it was Jonathan's cock and a white cock side by side, I would drop in front of the white one every time. It shamed me, but it was who I was and Jonathan deep down knows that; just like I know that if he was here right now he would eagerly kiss and lick this white bitch's stocking-clad feet.
"Well, obviously we can't have you being one of our lead accountants meeting with big name clients and be a spic anal white cock cum slut, can we?" She asked.
"I guess not," I replied, deflated, accepting my weakness was now getting me fired.
"But I do think you can still play a critical role in our firm," she said, surprising me.
"R-r-really?" I stammered, suddenly seeing a glimmer of a light at the end of the very dark tunnel.
"Oh, yes," she nodded. "We just need to change your job title and duties."
I wasn't sure where she was going with this. I sensed it was going to be sexual, it just seemed the logical conclusion to this situation, yet even I wasn't ready for the words out of her mouth.
"You will be the firm's cum bucket and when I say cum bucket I mean for both cock and cunt," she informed me.
As usual, my emotions were mixed. The idea of constant white cock, every other accountant was white, except for a junior accountant who was Asian. Actually, every secretary was also white: white, young and beautiful.
It was only me and the janitorial staff that was of colour. It wasn't until then that I also realized there wasn't one black employee in the entire firm...that couldn't be a coincidence.
That said, I had never even remotely been interested in the idea of lesbian sex...that, it seemed, was about to change if I wanted to keep my job.
Of course, this was going to be degrading. I loved my job; I was excellent at it; and I had come a long way overcoming racial barriers to get here...it would be a devastating shame to end up like my cousins...just another Latina slut.
Yet...sadly...undeniably...frustratingly...my cunt was on fire.
I didn't say anything...really what was there to say? I was completely at her mercy and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get any.
"Now before we get ahead of ourselves, I need to make sure you are worthy of this position," she said.
"I'll do anything," I said, understanding the word 'anything' was pretty wide in scope, especially for a pretentious bitch like Michelle.
"Good word choice," she nodded, "as your new duties will include a wide range of tasks."
I could only imagine the breadth of her 'wide range of duties'. I nodded, "Of course, ma'am."
"Let's start your training," she said.
"Okay, ma'am," I nodded, oddly curious what the training would include, my pussy excited for whatever lay ahead.
"Lick the bottom of my feet," she ordered, as she pulled her cell phone out and began texting.
There it was, the first humiliating task of submission. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Jonathan would be in heaven at the task.
I stood up, bent over and began licking the souls of her feet. I really had no idea what I expected but the taste was mostly bland with a bit of salty sweat. It wasn't appealing or unappealing, it was just a task of obedience which, of course, made my pussy tingle.
"Massage them too," she ordered, without looking up from her cell.
I obeyed that task too. I was surprised by how silky soft her hosiery was, completely sheer unlike my apparently cheap pantyhose. Although I had never been a nylon woman, I could see how such sheer silky hosiery would feel sexy.
As I multitasked, licking her foot while simultaneously massaging it, I wondered what else she envisioned me doing in my new role. Although part of me was mortified to be just a cum slut for my fellow employees, particularly since I not only had worked with many of them, but I had seniority over almost all of them...and was undoubtedly seen as a leader in this firm...or at least I had been.
I also wondered, now that the door had been open to a thought I had never seriously considered, what it would be like to please a woman sexually. I have tasted myself many times on Jonathan's cock or my fingers, as well as tasting my asshole too many times to begin to fathom after a dick slammed into my shit hole (I don't know why, but calling it a shit hole always turns me on more...the taboo of it I suppose...classy business women are not supposed to love and crave a cock in their ass). Yet, another woman's pussy, well that would be new...and now I was curious.
I massaged and licked her feet for a good twenty minutes when there was a knock at the door.
I froze.
"Keep massaging, maid Lizzy," she ordered, looking at me for the first time since originally giving me this submissive task.
"But," I began to protest, but was quickly shut down.
"Never," she roared, "question me. Fucking never. Is that fucking clear you border jumping, ass taking, cum swallowing, spic bimbo bitch?"
The litany of degrading names made me tremble as a gush of wetness leaked into my panties.
She roared, now with laughter, clearly amused and surprised by my reaction. "That degradation turned you on didn't it?"
"Yes," I whispered, again embarrassed, not wanting to give her any more ammunition than she already seemed to have.
"Fucking priceless," she said, shaking her head at me. "Come in," she called out.
The door opened and her secretary, a ridiculous pretty redhead from Ireland, walked in and said, "Your car is ready, Ms. Goldstein."
"Thank you, Alannah," Ms. Goldstein responded, "please show our cum bucket her new working area."
I winced at the flippancy of her attitude and the obvious reality that this nineteen year old secretary was witnessing me licking her boss's feet.
"Of course," Alannah agreed, her tone sounding both amused and eager.
"Feel free to use her for a quickie if you wish during your break," Ms. Goldstein offered, as if I was her property, which it seemed I was.
"Why, thank you, that is very generous," the pretty redhead replied, as Ms. Goldstein moved her feet away.
"Let me make this clear," Ms. Goldstein said, "You will obey any order given by any member of our firm, regardless of their job in the firm. You are lowest of the low on the chain here, is that clear?"
