Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Pisser Job 🛎

As the salesman approaches my doorway, I clasp my hands together and examine him with a stern gaze. He's dressed in the usual business attire -- ill-fitted suit and tie, shiny black shoes -- but there's something about him that sets off alarm bells in my mind. Perhaps it's the anxious twitch of his eyes or the sheen of sweat on his brow, but whatever it is, I can tell that he won't last long in this cutthroat industry.

I open the door just enough to let him squeeze through, then shut it firmly behind him. "Come in," I say coldly, gesturing for him to follow me into my office. The smell of wealth and power assails his senses as he steps inside. Expensive hardwood floors, leather furniture, and luxurious fabrics adorn every surface. A single, softly humming lamp casts an intimate glow over us. At the center of it all sits an Italian goddess of commerce - none other than Dea Nemesi herself. She raises an eyebrow at the salesman, her lips curled into a slight smirk. "So," she says, "tell me, my dear boy. What brings you here today?"

The salesman swallows hard, glancing nervously between Dea Nemesi and myself. "L-lady," he stammers, "I-I come seeking employment. I have extensive experience in sales and marketing, and I believe I can be an asset to your company." His voice wavers slightly, betraying his uncertainty. I can see that he's not used to being addressed so directly by someone higher up on the corporate ladder.

Dea Nemesi chuckles softly, shaking her head in amusement. "No, no," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "It's not about experience or assets, my dear boy. It's about passion and dedication. Do you really think that a man who doesn't believe in his own abilities can ever hope to succeed?" She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, revealing an enticing glimpse of fishnet stocking-clad flesh beneath her form-fitting leather skirt. The smell of leather and smoke wafts over to the salesman, making him hesitantly take a step closer. Dea Nemesi watches him hungrily, a predatory gleam in her eye.

As if reading my mind, Dea Nemesi turns towards me and nods approvingly. "Go on, Nemesi," she says with a sly grin. "Show him what true success looks like." With a bow of her head, she dismisses me, and I oblige, leaving the room to prepare for our little "training" session.

When I return ten minutes later, the salesman is still standing where I left him, his eyes fixed on Dea Nemesi with a mix of awe and fear. "Now then, my dear boy," I purred, sauntering over to where he stood. "Are you ready for your piss-er job?" His eyes widened at the implication of my words, and he nervously nodded his head. I smiled predatory at him, cracking my knuckles in anticipation. "Good."

I ordered him to kneel before me and presented him with a plastic cup. "Drink this," I commanded, holding it out to him. He hesitated for a moment before hunching over and tentatively bringing the cup to his lips. He took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste, then another, larger one to wash it down. When he straightened up again, I could see that he had finished the entire contents of the cup. "Good boy," I praised him, reaching down to caress his cheek. His skin tingled at my touch as he leaned into it slightly. "Now," I continued, "let's see what you're made of."

I grabbed him by the hair and held him still while I unzipped my pants, revealing my naked, provocatively posed form to him. He gulped audibly as he saw the smoldering desire in my eyes. "Look at me," I purred, leaning in close enough that our faces were mere inches apart. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his heart racing. "Do you want to please your goddess?"

He nodded shakily, his eyes fixed on my partially exposed pussy. I moaned softly in anticipation, moving one hand to stroke my hardened nipple. "Then take it," I growled, releasing his hair. "Drink every last drop."

He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and tentatively pressing his lips against my wet folds. I could feel his hesitation but also his eagerness to please me. With a soft groan, I released the floodgates, letting a steady stream of my warm, amber-colored pee flow out of me and into his mouth. He gagged slightly at the initial taste, but as I continued to release, he began to adjust, swallowing more and more eagerly with each passing moment. In the background, I could hear Dea Nemesi chuckling softly, her amusement evident even in the darkness.

When he finally pulled away, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal, I let out a satisfied sigh. "Good boy," I praised him again, running my fingers through his hair. He looked up at me gratefully, his eyes shining with a newfound determination. "Now," I continued, "it's time to show you what real dedication looks like." With that, I led him over to where Dea Nemesi sat, leaning back in her chair once more with an anticipatory gleam in her eye.

I helped the salesman remove his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the smooth, hairless skin beneath. Together, we knelt before Dea Nemesi, our faces filled with reverence and desire. She smiled predatory at us, running her tongue over her full lips before crooking her finger at the salesman. "You, come here," she commanded softly, and he eagerly obeyed, crawling towards her on all fours. Once he was close enough, she lewdly grabbed hold of his now ungroomed pubic hair and pulled him closer still, positioning him directly in front of her. "Now," she purred, "it's time for you to pay your dues."

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Dea Nemesi leaned forward and pressed her avid lips against the tip of his dripping cock. With a soft moan of pleasure, she began to suckle on him, her tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed her head up and down. The salesman moaned loudly, his hands clutching the leather armrests of her chair as he tried to resist the powerful sensations coursing through him. But he was no match for Dea Nemesi's skillful ministrations. Soon enough, he was thrusting his hips forward, grinding his cock against her warm, welcoming mouth.

As he neared orgasm, she pulled away suddenly, her eyes flashing with predatorial delight. "Not yet," she purred, running her tongue slowly over her lips. "You need to earn your keep." She gestured for me to join them, and I eagerly complied, climbing onto the table behind her as she straddled the still breathless salesman. Leaning forward, I rubbed my swollen pussy against his face, moaning softly as I felt his hot breath striking my clitoris. "Lick me," I whispered hoarsely, and without hesitation, he obliged, lapping at my juices eagerly. His tongue danced across my aching flesh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

When at last we were all spent, we looked at each other, our faces flushed with excitement and satisfaction. "Welcome to the family, my dear boy," Dea Nemesi said softly, her voice laced with a hint of menace. "May you serve us well." We all laughed together then, a dark and predatory sound that echoed through the halls of our illustrious little club. And as I watched the salesman get up, wiping his mouth casually as he walked out the door, I knew that he understood what it meant to serve Dea Nemesi - and that he would do anything to prove himself worthy of her attention.