Spank her then see if she has limits

"That's a good slut," you tell Meghan as you hang up the phone. "You really want to keep this job, don't you?" She nods at you with anxious eyes, waiting to please you.

"Stand up and take your shirt off," you order and she slides it off her shoulders, letting it fall casually to the floor behind her. You gesture to her bra and she reaches behind her to unsnap it, then slowly takes it off, hiding her breasts until the last minute, before dropping it. Her nipples are stiff and eager, and she bites her lip, breathing deeply as she stares at you. She looks delicious in only her skirt, the white pearls around her neck a beautiful contrast to her tanned skin.

You pull her to you and kiss her savagely between her breasts. She gasps, whimpering, then moans as you devour her nipple, holding your head to her, arching her body against your mouth. You push her back, gesturing her to take off her skirt. Staring at you she fiddles with it fumbling with the zipper, her hands clumsy and urgent. You grab her and pull her over your lap, pulling the skirt down over her ass.

"Look at your whore ass," you say, spanking her. She gasps and whimpers in frantic pleasure. You give her four more smacks, then push one finger into her drenched pussy.

"It's yours, it's for you," she whimpers hungrily. "It belongs to you. I belong to you." You spank her again and she writhes, looking back at you, her face desperately wanton. You bend your head and lick her slick pussy lips, tasting her moisture. "Oh, I need it, I need it, I need it so bad," she whines, pushing herself against your mouth.

You push her off your lap and she slides to her knees in front of you, frustrated whimpers of lust coming from her parted lips.

"What else would you do?" you ask the kneeling girl.

"Anything," she answers, leaning back towards you, towards your cock, her mouth wet and eager. You gently push her back with one foot, and she holds it to herself, pressing it to one breast and stroking your ankle.

"What if I want you to suck a client's cock?"

"Yes, anything."

"Or ten clients?"

"Anything."

"Or every man in the office?"

"Anything."

"Or your grandfather?"

"Yes, anything, anything, I'll do anything" she cries frantically. She rubs her face against your shoe, staring at you with wanton submission. "I'm your slut, I'm your slut, I'll do anything you say, I belong to you."

You pull your foot back and she leans towards your cock and this time you don't stop her. She holds it gently and laps it tenderly, looking into your eyes. "I want this so bad, I want this so bad, so bad," she babbles between licks, pumping your cock with her hand.

"Why aren't you on birth control?" you ask.

"Mama said only tramps are on birth control," she answers between sucks of your cockhead. "When I was in high school there was a boy. And I went to a clinic and got pills. And Mama found them. And she called me a whore. For being prepared for sex. For being fucked. And she spanked me. And had my daddy spank me. Because I was a tramp. And I wanted him so bad. The boy. And daddy too. I could feel him hard. When he spanked me. And I wanted him. I wanted daddy." She pushes herself down on your cock, **** off her own words.

You stand, letting your pants fall to the floor. She never lets her mouth leave your cock, kneeling and staring up at you as she sucks you.

"This is my place," she moans, taking her mouth off you. "I love being on my knees for you. I need to be here. This is my place." You push her head back onto you and fill her hot wet mouth with your cock, holding her there until she gags, then releasing her to let her gasp.