Summary: Morgan sets off to her office to do a little work and to hunt for new pets to bring home to her mansion. Does that cute intern stand a chance against her charm?

Morgan is a powerful, rich young woman who collects pets, but not the kind of pets that you and I are used to - Morgan collects pretty young men, who she keeps at her estate, to be used by her, as she chooses, at any time.

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She closed her eyes and let her mind soak in the sensations of her morning shower. The warm water running down her curves in thick rivulets, the steam curling around her toned thighs and up to her perfect ass, and her two bathing-studs each lapping at one of her holes, to clean and please her.

“I don’t know how I survived without a couple of pretty boys licking my pussy and ass while I shower. Every woman should have a pair of you,” Morgan said to the twins.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for keeping us as yours, Mistress,” the one who had been lapping at her pussy said.

She smiled down at him and pushed her fingers into his thick hair, then pushed his face back into place.

She’d trained Tim and Tom to be her toys in the shower and bath. The twenty-year-old twins were quick to catch on to how to respond to her demands. Within a week, they were completely obedient, thankful, and always ready to please her, with their cocks, hands, mouths, and even their hearts.

“They’re not really twins though. I had to have a few of my boys search through thousands of photos of my employees to find two that happened to look exactly like each other. They were from other sides of the country, had never met, and were surprised to see each other when I had them brought to her mansion,” she thought. “All the better for the games I have them play for me sometimes.”

She reached down and pushed each of their lovely faces a little closer to herself. They responded by pushing their deft tongues deeper into her pussy and ass, drawing a moan from her full lips.

“Bisexual toys are the best,” she thought. “Bi boys really know how to eat pussy and ass!”

“That’s clean enough boys,” she said, pushing them away and smirking at the sight of the two well-toned, brunette men landing on their perfect asses on the tiled floor of her large shower. “I’ve got to get to work. You two can go ahead and help each other clean before you get out.”

She watched her two toys eye each other hungrily before spinning and stepping out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into her spacious dressing area.

“They’ll be in there for another two hours at least,” she thought. “Such dirty boys I have here! They’d better be sparkling when they’re done with each other.”

After another one of her young men picked out a stunning outfit for her, she was dried, her hair set, and dressed by several men she’d forbidden to speak while they stayed at the mansion.

“Be quiet. Be pretty. Be obedient. And maybe I’ll fuck you once in a long while,” she’d told each of them.

The ones that couldn’t handle those simple orders were whipped and kicked out of her mansion with little more than a pair of small underwear to wear to wherever they went after that. The spectacle helped keep her other toys in line.

She wore a sheer dress that clung to her curves. No bra. No panties. Just the kind of outfit that gave her an edge over the men she met inside and outside of her mansion paradise.

“You and your boys have done well today, Rodrigo. Remind me to let them jerk off while you fuck me after I get back from work,” she said.

Rodrigo, covered only in his toned muscles and light body hair, bowed low and nodded to show that he appreciated her kind words and would be sure to remind her that he would be of service to her that night again.

It wasn’t long before she was sprawled out in the back of her limo. Outside of her mansion, her boys had to wear clothes. Alfred, her oldest servant, sat up front dressed in his spotless chauffeur’s uniform, his white hair combed into a perfect split, and his green eyes smiling, even though he kept a stoic expression on the rest of his face.

“Will you be bringing home any new guests tonight, Madam?”

“You never know, Alfie. I might just find something I can’t do without,” she said, smirking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Quite so, Madam. I’ll be sure the towels, water, and toys are all in perfect order,” he said.

“You would even if I said I wasn’t planning on getting a new toy.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Are you still sure you won’t become one of my toys, Alfie?”

“Sorry, Madam, no. We’d never get anywhere in the car if I did that,” he said, in his dry transatlantic accent.

“I can think of a few places we’d get to.”

“Of course, Madam. Here we are at the office. Good hunting.”

She pouted while he exited the limo and opened her door but quickly put on a smile and winked at him as she walked by.

“Alfie is a hard nut to crack,” she thought, “but someday I’ll get him too.”

Within a few minutes, she was behind her hardwood desk, reading through employee records. The men had been told the full-body photographs had been part of a new security system. In reality, she used the records as her personal catalog of potential new toys.

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