Tina slapped the alarm click moments after it went off, not wanting to wake her husband - she crawled stealthily from bed but he merely rolled over. He didn't need to be to work for over an hour after her, and she didn't wan to rob him of his sleep.

The hot shower felt good on her aching body - it had been another very tough (but satisfying day) working for HumanSoft Inc, the international conglomerate that employed her. She worked in their Special Projects division - a grueling job sometimes (she was still sore between her legs, her ass - even her jaw was still sore). But it was good work - important work, and she was dedicated to her job.

She was young, very pretty in an athletic, coltish way, and despite her fatigue she got dressed with real enthusiasm - another great day to be part of the HumanSoft Inc. team! She dried and then put up her wispy blonde hair, and then dressed in her "street" clothes. She would of course change to work clothes and makeup later. Now though a black lace push-up bra to cover her smallish, tea-cup breasts, a black thong over her smooth hips - she had lovely skin; tanned and smooth, nice hips and a flat stomach that her customers loved - she looked great with lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, blush, a mid-thigh skirt and sleeveless top - just enough to go outside looking decent.

Her office (really a dressing room and bathroom) at HumanSoft Inc. was 222-B; she shared it with a very nice girl named Carrie. Carrie worked 3rd shift (even lower on the totem pole than Tina), so they couldn't do much together, but they would always chat, say hello, swap a work story or two - each did her best (along with the 2d shift girl Gloria) to keep the office spotless. It was not hard - they hated dirt - loathed uncleanliness - were eager to clean anything that was dirty. They were three peas in a pod in one sense, even if they varied wildly in looks. Each was a committed professional, eager to do her best for the company she loved: HumanSoft Inc. Carrie was just getting off-shift, changing from her work clothes. She was still dressed in the pretty maid outfit she wore for her current, and regular, contract. Black stiletto heels, smoke stockings, garter-belt hidden under a very brief maid's dress. Her heavy breasts spilled out of her low cut top - her skirt barely covered her exposed crotch - lips bright red with lipstick and curly, almost kinky, dark brown hair worn down in a sensual mass.

"It was a great night tonight," she was telling Tina as she took her earrings off. "There were six couples at the party, and each of the men needed immediate cleaning! Mr. Kilver, the host, made it clear that for these guests my asshole was by far the best place to clean the men's cocks, and he was right! I have never seen so many cocks get hard so fast as when I announced that I was a specialized ass-whore who needed multiple ass-fucks. By the third one I was so motivated I was just screaming and begging for more, telling them how much I needed it and how much I wanted to be their ass-slut - you know, rah-rah stuff. In no time each of them had blown their dirt in my ass - I was so pumped! They were all smiling and cheering, I felt like a sports hero or something, like I shot the winning touchdown in basketball. Several of them commented on how tight and hot I was, and how I seemed to get off on it, really like it. They could see how committed I am to my job. It hurt some, but it was a good hurt, ya know?" Tina nodded - she knew exactly what Carrie meant. No matter how sore or raw she got, her commitment to cleaning the filthy dirt out of cocks never waned. "By the 3rd one I was so excited I was just begging them to come in my ass," (that was their code word for emptying the dirt men stored in their balls, words like "come" or "shoot your wad"). "And then there was a part I had mixed feelings about. It turns out it wasn't just a nice social party, where the man wanted to be cleaned - it was a swinger's party!"

"No!" gasped Tina.

"Oh yes. Each of them paired off with another man's wife and proceeded to have sex - in public - in front of each other. I mean, it is not my place as a service person to project my morals, but it was shocking anyhow."

"Ha! I bet it was. Well, still you cleaned six cocks in one night and that is something to be proud of."

"Nine actually," Carrie beamed. "They felt it was appropriate that I clean all the dirt out of the girls they had fucked. I am not super keen on cleaning dirt out of a woman's pussy or ass - kinda makes me feel like a lesbo."

"I know what you mean," Tina sympathized.

"But there was no way I would let the Company or my client down! But here is the incredible part. I did such a good job licking the wives out, cleaning them, four girl's pussies and two girls assholes, God I really had to dig deep and suck to get the dirt out of them, well they appreciated my efforts so much they called me all kinds of filthy names, pulled on my head and so on, that three of the men got totally hard! And since my asshole was such a perfect place to clean cocks, they used me again! I cleaned nine cocks, all in my asshole - God it hurt but I just felt so proud - and three of those men had a complete cleaning. Three times in one night, they even told me they were drained!"

Both girls squealed in pleasure reliving this triumph - Tina a little wistfully. As Carrie showered up, Tina got ready for her day. She would not have 9 cocks cleaned in a shift she knew - she did "niche" cleaning.

All HumanSoft Inc. Special Projects division workers are trained from day one that the only prescribed and proper position for a cock to be cleaned is fully erect and hard. It just won't work otherwise. So all SP workers are experts at doing whatever they need to get a client's cock rock hard and ready for deep cleaning. A hard charger like Tina was ready to talk like a gutter whore, use her mouth and hands with devotion, give herself enemas or subject herself to painful whippings or tit-torture; these things were actually pleasures when they led to job fulfillment and "mission accomplishment." For some clients however, clothing was the issue. Maybe a client really needed a little girl look, or a slut look, or in Tina's case, a fetish rubber look.

The company had moved to a policy of "specializing" soon after Tina was hired. Rather than being a jack of(f) all trades, some girls like Tina were trained to specialize in meeting "niche" client needs. Tina never doubted the wisdom of her firm - inconceivable - but it did mean that on occasion she had empty days with no assignments - maybe a firm officer would need some cleaning, but since most of them had secretaries who also acted as cock-cleaners (or really cock cleaners who also had secretarial roles), not always that. Suddenly she realized she had been woolgathering - she would be late to her briefing if she didn't hurry. Super tight shiny latex bra first, then the garter belt. It was skintight - she was thankful her figure was so lean, since otherwise there might have been an unsightly bulge - and then the full-length black latex stockings. Once she had on the bra and stockings - so tight - she felt somewhat restrained, encased. Add in the black high heels, and it had not been a comfortable uniform to wear at first. But since 99% of her cock-cleaning duties were in uniform, and she LOVED cock-cleaning so much, she had begun to really enjoy wearing it. In fact, she now found herself getting excited putting it on - it reminded her of the "spasms" she felt when she did a really good job cleaning. Her nipples were rock hard, poking through the latex - her exposed pussy was wet. She reached down to check herself - yes she was smooth down there from this morning's shave, hadn't missed anything, and made one last look check in the mirror for her heavy work makeup - red lips, gloss, black mascara and deep blue eye shadow. She was shocked at what she saw.

She was supposed to present the client with a contrast. Angelic face framed by wisps of blonde hair, and then black latex and high heels on that long, tomboyish figure. But the face there didn't look angelic.

It looked tired.

Circles under her eyes, puffy eyes and a haunted look. She hadn't realized it - all the anxiety of home was showing on her face. Marital discord - fighting - couldn't be locked up tidily and left off the job.

She loved her husband dearly - had only been married a few months before her neighbor helped her get her wonderful job at HumanSoft Inc, but they were in bad shape now. She loved him, and wanted to meet his needs, but she was SO exhausted most nights. Even if she didn't service many cocks, her clients tended to be much more physically hard on fetish cock cleaners than "vanilla" cleaners. At least once a week her ass was covered with welts and bruises; her breasts black & blue from her work. Clay would never understand, so she kept her body under wraps. And as much as she did want to make him feel good, she had almost no sexual urges - it was as if the job satisfaction she received as a cock cleaner replaced the need for sex. She and Clay had made love four times in the last five months - had a few hand jobs in between. Oh, he tried to understand, but they had begun to fight now to. Did she love him or her job? If it was so tiring why not quit? Yet even he had to admit the pay and benefits were incredible - she made much more than he did and her health insurance covered them both - that success may have been part of the problem.

Oh my God! She would be late. She ran outside, skidded around the corner only to run smack into Mr. Johnson.

Doug Johnson, HumanSoft Inc Vice-President.

Newly promoted Mr. Johnson, head of Special Projects.

Her boss.

The man who could hire and fire her - the thought of being fired flashed through her head in a moment of gut-wrenching panic.

"Oh my gosh sirIamsosorrypleaseletmehelpyou..."

"Whoahhhh there little filly! It's ok, I'm not hurt - I played linebacker for Marshall you know. I think I have been hit harder," he said with a confident smile and wink that made her glow. What a gracious gentleman - how polite - how kind. She realized he was looking her over from top to bottom. In other circumstances she might have been embarrassed to stand under a man's watchful glance with her cunt exposed, and the rest pretty exposed to, but she was sure a professional like Mr. Johnson was inspecting her for business reasons. She stood up straight, at quivering attention, alert to anything this great man (a VP at HumanSoft Inc!) might say. "What's your name little girl?"

"Tina sir, I am in the Niche Services Group." He grinned at her broadly, taking another good look at her. He moved his hand forward, and she automatically parted her legs so that he could rub her baby smooth pubis - slip his fingers into her wet folds. She shivered in pride - she hardly deserved a detailed inspection from a man of Mr. Johnson's stature, but she sure was glad her cock-cleaning hole, her pussy, was ready for work and soaking wet. He pulled his hand out, still smiling, and held his hand out to her. Since she didn't have a towel and didn't want Mr. Johnson to have damp hands she logically bent over to clean his two fingers with her mouth.

"Uh Tina, I may need your help on something. I think I need a cock-cleaning, and you seem to be just the cleaner to do it for me." Oh my God she thought - me! A VP, a man with a dedicated staff of three of the top cock cleaners in the firm, the Pradesh twins and Maria Gambrelli (a legend in the department) is talking to me! And she would be permitted to service and clean his cock and balls!

She followed him to his office floating on a cloud of anticipation, thrilled, scared, grateful - her tummy was tight and she was leaking between her legs. She was so grateful - longed to show her gratitude, would do anything for a man like him! "Maria, hold my calls for a few minutes? Radihk and Ish please come with me, and um, oh yes Tina." The buxom blonde at the desk assented cheerily, with only the mildest glare of jealous hatred as the two Indian beauties followed. They were willowy and graceful, with dusky skin and almond eyes, lush brown hair falling in a frame around their smooth and even faces. They were so lovely - Tina was sure they were top-notch cock-cleaners able to get any man quickly empty of sweet but nasty man-dirt.

They walked into his tasteful and well appointed office - dark cherry furniture, a dark leather couch and high back chair. Books lined the walls (a well read man obviously). The neatest feature of the room was the "wall of fame." All of the best, most professional cock cleaner's over the last eight years had a picture of themselves on the wall, perhaps training by shoving a huge dildo in their pussy, fingering their own asshole, bending over to show the camera their best cock-hardening look, etc. Tina could only fantasize about being on that wall one day. She had heard about it - never seen it - what a great day! "Well, girls, while Tina cleans my cock, I want you two to stand in front of us and make love to each other." The two girls looked uncomfortable, and very slowly started to undo some buttons. "Is there a problem ladies?" Ish (or was it Radihk?) said in a hesitant voice,

"Sir, we just...we don't want to cause any undue fuss but we don't feel very comfortable touching each other or doing anything sexual in our jobs for that matter..." here her voice trailed off. Tina understood how they felt, but at the same time it would be sooo hard to argue to argue or contradict a man of such incredible power and charisma as Mr. Johnson. Brave girls.

"Oh! I am so sorry - I wasn't clear. Girls, my balls are crammed full of dirt and filth, and I need you to put on a lesbian sex show simulation to help me get hard for a cleaning!"

"Oh my goodness sir, I don't know what I was thinking-," fortunately the rest of Ish's comments were drowned out as her sister forced her sweetly throbbing tongue down Ish's throat. Now that the two understood how critical the situation was, they went to it with a will. Buttons undone, dresses off and soon two pairs of hands were roaming in their sister's panties, humping and fingering each other while they sucked face with loving passion.

"Tina!" She started and turned. "My cock needs cleaning! This is an emergency and I need your help! I need the sluttiest face-fucking blowjob - cock-cleaning - any man ever got!" His words stung her to action - a veritable barbed whip of urgency - she fairly flew to her knees while he lay back on his coach. There, Tina had pulled his trousers down to reveal a huge, bouncing, uncircumcised cock - she was sure it was full of yummy dirt cream! Her stomach tightened up in anticipation as she tenderly took his large, hairy ball sack in one hand and used her other hand to firmly grasp the base of his cock. She was going to use all her skill and wiles to get him to spray every bit of dirt out into her mouth - that was what her mouth was for right now. She looked up at Mr. Johnson, who was eyeballing the twins (they were moaning with what would have sounded like real passion to an uneducated ear) and said,

"Oh Mr. Johnson, your cock is so incredible - I'm almost scared to put something this big in my mouth. But...but I have to. I NEED to suck you dry..." With that she began to firmly jack him off, from the absolute base to 1/3rd the way up. The rest was jammed in her mouth where she sucked and licked and just, well, face fucked herself. He reached down to grab one of her latex encased tits, squeezing down hard on her breast - the pain made her nipple stand straight out and she moaned in excitement - enthusiasm. She would have preferred in one sense to take her time, savor the fullness of this huge cock stretching her jaw open, bumping against her throat. She loved the feel of his smooth cock skin over her tongue, enjoyed the comforting feeling of sucking - nothing made you feel like a cock-cleaner than a fat cock like this crammed in your mouth! But this was an emergency - she had no time to waste - her body (her groin) pulsed with urgency and need to get him off - clean that is. She jerked him off into the hungry hole of her greedy, sucking mouth. She could almost feel it - as she jacked and ground her face, massaged his balls, he began to pump his hips up - he would be spraying that dirt out and it spurred her to jack him furiously, her hand a blur, and just as he started to spasm into her she moved both hands down to his balls and jammed her face forward to swallow his dick deep into her throat, her hands milking his balls, firm not hard, a trick she had learned from her mentor Janine - it always worked, made them spray every bit of their creamy dirt out. There it was, his filth, his ball-dirt, man-cream pouring into her mouth while she bore down and swallowed convulsively - God she loved it! Spasms, almost like an orgasm, wracking her gut and pelvis, but she was focused on sucking him dry. Finally it was over, spurt after spurt of his filth safely contained in her belly. He was wheezing, taken aback by her effort; he patted her head.

"That was incredible honey..." A warm glow spread through her whole being - her VP had praised her! Strong feelings of loyalty, devotion and respect awoke in her. Here was the living embodiment of the firm she loved, praising her, actually allowing her to service and clean his cock. What an honor. Something akin to awe had stole over her, and she got to her feet and leaned forward and kissed him.

"Thank you so much sir," and threw her arms around him in joyful gratitude. She recollected herself though in a moment; no matter how much she naturally respected this man she shouldn't be so forward, give him any ideas. She WAS a married woman after all. She quickly backed off with a mumbled "Thank you again sir," and went back down to his cock to make double sure she hadn't missed any filth, and then carefully licked his cock and balls, even the inside of his thighs, to make sure she had missed nothing. Satisfied that she had cleaned that cock fully she got up and helped Mr. Johnson pull his wool trousers back up. The twins were now lying on the carpet, lost in each other's thighs, murmuring the sweetest things as they licked and sucked each other. The one on the bottom gave a small cry, like the coo of a dove as she shook - they were masterful workers. Anyone who didn't know better would be sure they were completely devoted Sapphic incest sluts! It was at this moment that Mr. Johnson commanded,

"Tina, come over here under the lights." He looked at her full in the face with real concern - turned her head this way and that, pulled down the skin under her eyes, checked her gums and teeth. She burned with shame knowing she wasn't in looks. He questioned her and the whole story spilled out, the fights with her husband over work, the suspicion, the stress. He listened patiently without interrupting, and then said to her, "Tina, I can understand how you feel. It sounds like - um, girls? Girls, hello? Girls, do me a favor, I need to talk to Tina for a few minutes alone. Please go to the equipment cage and get a number 8 Queen Jellie - no better yet make it a number 10 White Knight strap-on. You see, I think I will need another cleaning later on today, but I may have trouble getting my cock into position. But if I knew you two were spending the day ass-fucking each other like lesbian D&S sluts I am sure I would be ready for a primo cock cleaning. We'd better do a real thorough job though - I need you to alternate ass-ramming each other, and do it real rough, the one with the strap-on really domming the other - you know, hair pulling, face slapping, tit pinching and twisting and verbal abuse. If you two work hard, like you cared about cleaning my cock, I am sure by 4 pm I could be ready." The two dusky lovelies fairly clawed at each other in their hurry to get out the door, but Tina didn't pay much attention to that. She was sick with worry - anxious - visions of the word "FIRED" floating before her. "Tina, I want you to know I can understand how you feel. You are not the first woman to find that her job and her marriage were butting heads. We at HumanSoft Inc. care deeply about our employees, and that is why we have been working on an advanced training course to help make workers more productive at work and happier at home. I think you would be a great first test subject. What do you say?" Her eyes misting with tears of genuine joy and relief she burst out,

"Oh sir, thank you, thank you so much! I don't know to thank- yes I mean yes I would be honored." She did feel honored - she had never felt so strongly about any man in her life than she did right now about Mr. Johnson. The most kind, gentile, and yet completely authoritative man she had ever met.

"We will get you scheduled tomorrow, and now that I think about it, we will put your whole shift on advanced training, just for...comparison. I am sure they will love it to."

The rest of the day fairly flew by; she was floating on air. With no assignments for her shift she went to the executive lounge along with the other odds and ends girls hoping to get to ply her craft on any firm officers that needed a cleaning. Her enthusiasm was infectious however, showed on her face, and made her stand out. She cleaned 4 cocks that day, two in her ass and two in her very sore mouth, but the soreness was no matter. She had been picked for advanced training! She was so enthused that when she got home she had enough energy to cook a decent meal for Clay. He was surprised, pleased - the evening went well and three glasses of red wine later they made love. She was happy her duties that day had left her pussy alone - she could make love to her husband. She didn't come of course - honestly since she had started working for HumanSoft Inc Clay's lovemaking had seemed to dim in her eyes - as if it were lacking in "oomph." But she felt close to him, happy about work and looking forward to the next day. As he pumped his seed into her pussy she rocked and moaned against him in a creditable imitation of the twins earlier that day.

Light - pressure - noise - she emerged from the total darkness of the advanced training chamber in a state of compete mental confusion and numbness. The techs had to help her out, help her to a chair where she was poked, prodded - pupils checked with a pen light - reflexes checked - what day was it, who was the current President, what did she do for a living? (cock-cleaning, silly!), etc

Finally she started to loose the feeling of numbness in her body, but the buzz in her head just got stronger. How long had she been in? (Four hours - she had come in a shift early on overtime pay to take her training). It was like something was on the tip of her tongue, or more like a hundred things all buzzing and trying to get out at the same time. Satisfied, Dr. Ahmed (what a lovely lady Tina thought - I wonder what she looks like under those glasses?) looked at Tina with great expectation and said questioningly,

"Tina, what do you now know about HumanSoft Inc? Remember this: Advanced Training Process 1.17." The click in her head was almost audible as the world swam out of focus but her mind swung in. Of course - she knew, KNEW, so much more now. She knew:

-Her sole function in life was to clean cocks. It was not a job - it was a calling, and it was what she was made for.

It was her purpose.

She had three cock cleaning orifices: an oral cock cleaning orifice, as well as anal and vaginal cleaners. That was all they were for, and anything that interfered with their purpose was WRONG. Her mind flashed back to what she had done with her husband last night - he had soiled her, dirtied her - with sex and, and CUM. He didn't care about her cock-cleaning duties, didn't care about the most important thing in her life. He was actively holding her back, interfering, and that was WRONG. It was WRONG for her to touch him and WRONG for him to touch her. Long smoldering resentment suddenly blazed up. What a bastard, she thought - she would never, ever have sex with him again. Never - he was cut off, not even a hand job. The thought of cutting off her husband, and reserving her holes for the company's use filled her with excitement, pride, made her belly have that craving feeling she always got when she was doing her job so well she was about to have spasms. She sat up straighter, almost sitting at attention, flushed with excitement at the thought of choosing complete devotion to the firm over her piece of shit husband. She was company property, her holes were there to serve cock-cleaning duties, and she would never soil herself with her husband's filth again. She would spend the rest of her life with spread legs and asscheeks for her owners - employers that is - at HumanSoft Inc.

-The only safe place for man-dirt was in a cock-cleaner's belly. Until it got there, creamy dirt was a menace, soiling whatever it touched. So that meant that anytime a cock-cleaner practiced her craft, her hole was dirty until a sister cock-cleaner sucked and licked and swallowed - cleaned her out. It was a staggering thought. All her sisters were walking around dirty - they desperately needed their sweet pussies, hot mouths and dark, musty assholes licked out and cleaned. Her mouth started to water at the thought of it - her heart went out to them - she wanted this only marginally less than she wanted to clean cocks - to keep her sisters clean. Tina had an unusually long tongue - would be perfect for probing the deepest recesses of pretty girl ass holes and digging deep, deep into other girl's grooves. If it meant non-stop licking and sucking day and night to get her sisters clean, she would do it. Perhaps Dr. Ahmed would need it - if she had been dirtied Tina would gladly kneel on floor and lick her box clean. Tina looked at her longingly.

-She was a woman, and a woman could not be divorced from her feelings. She couldn't be cold, pretend she was not affected by her job. She wasn't cold and clinical and removed. She was allowed to feel, allowed to feel and be emotional. It was only natural for a cock-cleaner to have strong, positive emotions for her clients, co-workers and especially firm officers. She could no more not care about the men she serviced than a teacher not care about her students or a social worker coldly dismiss children in need. In fact - this was an epiphany - one could only effectively cock clean with complete surrender to your emotions. You had to give in, had to feel complete devotion and strong sensual feelings to clean cocks - if you didn't you did a sub-par job! She wanted to kiss Dr. Ahmed - a fellow employee - a beautiful woman who any sane person would feel strong attraction to. The next time she cleaned a cock she wouldn't pretend to be slutty or excited to help her client get in the proper position for cleaning - she would BE a slut for them. She would feel strong emotional bonds that compelled her to take their smallest whims as her law. She wasn't a worker; she was a disciple. She LOVED her job and the people there.

She was leaning forward towards Dr. Ahmed, opening her mouth, terribly excited by her sensual, bee stung lips when the Dr smiled and said,

"Tina, we need to do another test, please sit quietly." Dr. Ahmed buzzed through an intercom - Tina was ready, yes they would wait here - and wait they did patiently for abut 10 minutes until HE walked in.

Mr. Johnson.

Everyone in the room suddenly leapt to attention in perfect unison: Dr. Ahmed in her white lab coat, the techs in their micro-minis and scoop tops, and even Tina - the act had been wholly autonomous. They all stood quivering stiffly as the great man walked in, and suddenly Tina knew, NEW with a force that almost physically smote her, the rest of her advanced training. The top-secret part of advanced training.

-She was completely and totally devoted to HumanSoft Inc. There was no question that she was a total and utter Corporate Team Player. But this man before her embodied the company. He was the physical avatar to which she could direct all her obedience, devotion and submission. Everything she did for this man, TO this man, was done to the company. She shook with awe at the thought that only yesterday she had been permitted to clean this man's cock, to drink directly from the fountainhead.

"Well Tina, welcome aboard, so to speak! Are you glad to have head your advanced training?" She looked directly at him, saying

"Oh yes sir. I am so very, very grateful. I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you how grateful I am."

"I have no doubt of that my dear," he chuckled with a white, toothsome grin. "We will afford you every opportunity to do so. And what, by the way, is rule 7?"

"Other people don't understand your special status until they have been through advanced training," popped out without thought. Of course - she needed to be circumspect. Ahhh - that was why her shift mates had all been selected for training - what a brilliant man!

"Great (he gave her two thumbs up) - you are going to be top-notch, I just know it! I depend on employees like you...uh Tina." Mr. Johnson was looking down at his PDA (it had just beeped, and then looked up again quickly. "Gotta run - staff meeting! Anyway, Dr. Ahmed, Tina sure is hot and sexy, isn't she? You are in love with her and long to please her." As Mr. Johnson left the room Dr. Ahmed turned to the girl in question with a smoldering glance, and did what Tina had been thinking about for the last half hour - took off her glasses. She leaned in, head tilted slightly to one side, and Tina melted into her clasp and they lovingly kissed. The two made a lovely contrast - blonde elf and raven-tressed Indian princess. Tina slid her hands into that lab coat, pushing up under Dr. Ahmed's blouse to cup her small breasts. They both had small breasts, well formed though that rode their figures well. Dr. Ahmed liked having her nipples played with, moaned into Tina's mouth - liked even more having them cruelly pinched by another girl and fairly sobbed with excitement into Tina's mouth. Tina's hospital gown gave easy access, and the Dr. did her best to manipulate Tina's clit just the right way while they were locked in a clinch. But by mutual consent it was Dr. Ahmed who knelt in supplication before Tina. Tina realized now what Dr. Ahmed had no doubt been consumed with the whole morning - Tina's cunt had been soiled. Dr. Ahmed fairly ached to remove this stain upon Tina - upon their mutual world. The gown came off, the Dr. knelt before her, facing Tina's crotch, a tableau held for a moment. Then delicately, with all the love and passion in the world, Dr. Ahmed leaned forward to take her fist taste of her newest full sister in advanced training. Tina tasted sweet, but Dr. Ahmed knew there was dirt back there - she needed to get Tina clean, it made her want to cry to think that her lovely sister had dirt in her - she licked and licked, craning to get as deep as possible and get every bit of dirt out of her cunt. Tina came against her face crying softly, her first orgasm in months, clutching Dr. Ahmed's head in deeper and harder. She came down slowly, filled with affection, grateful for the thorough cleaning (Dr. Ahmed couldn't possibly have missed anything!). But it was Dr. Ahmed who came up half smiling, half crying in an excess of emotion. Tina didn't understand yet the powerful cathartic feelings a cock-cleaner felt when allowed to clean her sister out. She did know that she was now allowed to feel, to be, to let emotion course through her. They ended their interlude as they began it, sharing a long, lingering and loving kiss, this time seasoned by Tina's tart pussy juice that had smeared most of Dr. Ahmed's face.

It was another great day to be part of the HumanSoft Inc. team!