Prove your Worth

Swallowing your pride, you nervously step towards him. Without this job you had nothing. You literally could not afford to not suck the Master's dick.

Standing right in front of him, you dropped to your knees. It had grown even more now, the cock larger than any you had encountered before (though to be fair that was not many). Wrapping your hand around the base, you prayed to God your blowjob skills would be good enough. In an effort to protect your virginity and keep your high school boyfriend happy, you had learned early on how to give good head. However, you had no idea how that would hold up to a man of such stature! Ignoring your inhibitions and fears, you slipped the head into your mouth.

"Ahhh, that's the good stuff," he groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Nothing better than a new mouth, is what I say!" Having not taken a dick in a while, it takes a moment to get used to having something so large (and growing) in your mouth. However, with your job on the line, you push yourself to remember quickly. As he becomes fully hard, you take inch after inch down your throat. Then, popping him free, you look up at him as you run your tongue up and down the shaft.

"Damn, she's not half bad!" He exclaims, looking over at Olivia. "Much better than the last two, that's for sure! She might have a future here!" You are spurred on by his encouraging words, even though you know you should be offended. After sucking on his balls, you return to the head, kissing all around it before taking him down your throat again. Your hands work the base, twisting and jerking him in a practiced motion you knew drove the boys wild.

"Mmmmm, just like that..." He groaned, getting comfortable. "Hey Miss Brouillet, is everything ready for the party this Friday?"

"Almost, Sir," Olivia replies, speaking over your slurping sounds. It felt weird to have her watching you go down on a man, her cold calculating stare not flinching as you bobbed up and down. "There are just a few final preparations needed in regard to the food. I have also rearranged the seating to accommodate Master Maxwell's arrival."

"Oh, Max," he sighed, now completely ignoring your blowjob. "What am I gonna do about that kid. This is the sixth boarding school he's gotten kicked out of!" Grumbling, he seemed to **** the issue out of his mind. "Do I have anything else for today?"

As the two conversed, you focused on the blowjob. You could feel your snatch dripping at being treated this way. It was degrading and disrespectful, you knew, but... God, why did you love it! Being ignored as you took him down your throat! You wanted to touch yourself but knew you should not. This was about his pleasure, not yours.

Finally, after an almost herculean effort, your lips touch the base of his cock. You have the feeling he prefers a more refined blowjob so you do your best not to gag or slobber on him. Instead, as you slip him in and out of your tight throat, you focus on pleasuring him with your tongue. Dancing around the head, sliding it around the shaft, tickling his balls. Everything in your power to make him feel good. To keep this job!

He definitely seems to take notice, turning his attention back to you. "Damn, the new one's pretty good. She... ugh... she certainly knows what she's doing. Wouldn't you agree Olivia?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm surprised she didn't gag. Excellent control." It was odd to hear such monotone praise on your blowjob skills but you still warmed up at the compliment.

"Agreed. Yeah, what's her name again? Her first name."

"Morgan, Sir."

"Well... mmmm... well, Morgan, I... I believe I'm going to cum sooon. I want you to hold in your mouth, understand?"

"Mmmph Hmm!" You exclaim, doubling your efforts. All that mattered right now was making him happy.

"Yeah, good girl. I think... fuck... I think you're gonna fit in well here." You could hear the strain in his voice, the weight on his breaths. "Yeah that's it, baby. Just... just... just take it!"

He thrust up as he erupted into your mouth. You made sure to collect all of it in your cheeks, coaxing out every drop you could. He groans as he pours the sticky liquid into you, his hands gripping the armrests. You could not help but feel accomplished, though you tried to remind yourself that you were doing this out of desperation. This was just because you needed the money, of course. Once you had milked the last of his semen into your pretty little mouth, you withdrew from his cock and awaited orders.

"Now open up dear," he instructed, to which you quickly complied. "Good... now, close, swallow, and show me again." You once again comply, gulping down the thick load before opening again. Looking over to Olivia, he nods his head. "I'm impressed. Is she a virgin?"

All of your confidence vanishes as your cherry is brought up. "Yes, Sir." Your superior replies, much to the Master's amusement.

"We'll save that for later than," he says, to your relief. Giving you a pat on the head, he motions for you to stand. "I'm sure you'll find something for her to do today. I can revisit her approval process after dinner." He couldn't... Did he mean... "That will be all, Olivia."

"As you wish, Sir. Come along, Miss Lockley." Turning around, she exits his office. You cast the older gentlemen, the man who just so callously discussed your virginity, one last glance before hurrying to follow your boss.