Already Recruited: The Pet

While you mused about your past, you had been sitting in your study. With a glass of whiskey on your desk and some research on your computer, you had let your mind wonder. You were brought back to the present by a soft knock at your door.

"Come in," you ordered, pressing a button under your desk. The door slowly swung open, revealing your darling Megan.

Megan had been the first girl you had recruited, while you were still finalizing the sale of your company. You had met her at a party for the more depraved members of society. The twenty-seven year old had been enamored with you instantly, and was left practically drooling when you told her your plans. She had begged for you to let her be your first woman, and after she had proved herself, you had accepted.

While Megan was as loyal as they came, in your mind she was simply a first step. While her body was pretty enough, her face left a lot to be desired. The blonde was also too **** and too needy. You wanted the challenge of working for your meal, not being handed it on a silver platter. Still, she was still useful, and you appreciated her presence.

"Hello, Master!" She chirped, bouncing on her heels. She was dressed in black lingerie, leaving most of her white skin exposed. "You told me to call on you at eight o'clock!"

"So I did," you replied, taking a sip of your drink. "I could use a break from all this research. Come over here and let me use your mouth."

"Oh, of course, of course, Master!" She practically sprinted over to your side of the desk. You turned in your chair, allowing her access to her treat. Scrambling to her knees, she got to work on your zipper.

Pretty soon, her lips were gliding up and down your dick. She was certainly a talented cocksucker. Her tongue worked its magic as your length slid down her throat. Her B-cups jiggled pleasingly as her head bobbed, while her brown eyes looked up and begged for approval.

Over the slurps and gags of Megan, you barely heard the second knock. Looking over the doorway, you saw your second acquisition standing there awkwardly.