A business adventure

Later that afternoon, as the sun dipped low and cast long shadows across the estate, I welcomed Marcus into the drawing room. He was the sharp-minded investor I'd been eyeing for our next venture—a second blowjob bar, this one catering to an even more exclusive clientele, with slaves trained to perfection in every depraved art of oral service. Marcus strode in confidently, his arm draped possessively around the waist of his latest acquisition: a fresh-faced 18-year-old beauty named Lila, her lithe body poured into a sheer white babydoll dress that clung to her budding curves like a second skin. Her wide doe eyes flicked downward in instant submission, her full lips parted slightly as if already anticipating use. She moved with a surprising obeisance, heels clicking softly on the polished floor, her long auburn hair cascading down her back in loose waves.

We settled into the plush leather chairs by the fireplace, the air thick with the scent of aged oak and burning logs. I poured us both generous measures of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the crystal tumblers. At my feet, Amy and Erin knelt like obedient dogs, their naked knees pressing into the thick rug, collars glinting under the lamplight. But it was Amy and Lila who rose at my signal to serve the drinks, their movements graceful and silent, bodies on full display.

Amy, still in that tiny plaid school skirt from her morning training, bent forward to place my refreshed glass on the low table. The fabric rode up immediately, exposing the smooth, pale cheeks of her ass and the bare, glistening slit of her pussy beneath—no panties, of course, just as a proper **** should be. Marcus's eyes locked onto the sight, his gaze hungry as he leaned forward. 'Damn, that's a fine view,' he rumbled, reaching out to flip the skirt higher with one hand, fully baring her. His fingers hovered near her exposed folds. 'May I?'

'By all means,' I replied with a nod, my own hand sliding up to cup one of Amy's full breasts through her cropped top. The nipple piercing pressed against my palm, hard and unyielding, and I squeezed firmly, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. Amy didn't flinch or protest; she simply held her position, bent over with her ass presented, her body accepting the fondling like the well-trained piece of property she was. A soft whimper escaped her lips, but her thighs parted just a fraction wider, inviting the touch.

Marcus wasted no time, his thick fingers delving between Amy's legs to stroke her slick pussy lips. He parted them roughly, dipping inside to feel her tightness, his thumb brushing her clit in slow circles. 'Tight as a virgin's vice,' he murmured appreciatively, pumping two fingers in and out with wet, obscene sounds. Amy's breath hitched, her breast heaving in my grip, but she remained still, her face flushed with the humiliation and arousal of being inspected by a stranger.

We clinked glasses and dove into business talk—location scouting, staffing with fresh slaves like Lila, marketing the bar as a haven for unbridled throat-fucking sessions. The whiskey burned smoothly down my throat, but it was the sight of Amy's body yielding to Marcus's probing that had my cock straining against my trousers, thick and insistent. Lila knelt quietly at his side now, her own skirt hiked up to reveal a neatly trimmed patch above her pink, untouched-looking cunt, but her eyes darted curiously to Amy's exposure.

As the discussion heated up, so did the tension in the room. Marcus shifted in his chair, adjusting his obvious bulge. 'This deal's got me worked up,' he admitted with a grin. 'What say we seal it with some action?'

I smirked, already unbuckling my belt. 'Thought you'd never ask.' I grabbed Amy by her ponytail, yanking her up and bending her over the arm of my chair. Her skirt flipped up fully, ass high and pussy dripping from Marcus's earlier attention. I freed my cock, rock-hard and veined, slapping it against her entrance before thrusting in deep. Her tight cunt clenched around me like a velvet fist, hot and soaking, pulling me in with every inch. 'Fuck, you're still so goddamn tight,' I growled, pounding into her with steady, brutal strokes. Amy moaned, her hands gripping the leather, body rocking forward with each slam of my hips against her ass.

Across from me, Marcus had Lila straddling his lap, her babydoll dress torn open to bare her perky tits. He impaled her on his cock, her youthful pussy stretching around his girth as she rode him obediently, her obeisance shining through in the way she ground down without hesitation, soft cries filling the air.

We fucked them like that for what felt like an eternity, the room echoing with the slap of skin and the slaves' muffled gasps. Amy's walls fluttered around my shaft, her arousal coating my balls as I drove deeper, but I held back, savoring the build. Marcus caught my eye, his face twisted in pleasure. 'Ready to swap? I want a taste of that schoolgirl mouth.'

'Deal,' I grunted, pulling out of Amy's spasming cunt with a wet pop, my cock slick and throbbing. We leaned back in our chairs, legs spread wide, as the girls scrambled to switch places. Amy dropped to her knees before Marcus, her lips wrapping around his pussy-smeared dick without a word, sucking him deep into her throat with practiced ease. She bobbed her head, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling to clean every trace of Lila's juices while he groaned and fisted her hair.

Lila knelt between my thighs, her fresh 18-year-old mouth tentative at first but eager, her soft lips stretching around my cockhead. I guided her down, feeling her warm, wet tongue lap at the underside as she took me inch by inch, gagging slightly but pushing through with that surprising submission. Her teen mouth was a revelation—inexperienced yet hungry, saliva dripping down my shaft as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

I watched Amy service Marcus, her head pistoning furiously, throat bulging with his length, drool spilling onto her chin. The sight of my trained **** worshipping another master's cock, combined with Lila's tight little mouth slurping greedily on mine, pushed me to the edge. Marcus and I locked eyes, thrusting up into the girls' faces in unison, using their mouths like fucktoys.

'Cum for them,' I ordered, and we did—exploding down their throats in hot, thick spurts. Amy swallowed Marcus's load with a gurgle, not spilling a drop, while Lila choked but gulped mine down, her eyes watering as she milked every last bit. The slaves pulled off slowly, licking us clean, then knelt back, faces smeared and satisfied, awaiting further commands as our business partnership solidified in the afterglow.