Teaching Vicky
As soon as I saw her enter the club, I couldn't help but look at her carefully, something that by the way everyone who was there did, regardless of whether they were boys or girls.
I've watched her closely, trying to find a flaw in her, something that her shiny black velvet dress completely fitted to her body has allowed me to do without any problems.
Her legs wrapped in silk stockings are long and slender, her hourglass figure without narrowing too much at the waist, shows generous hips that a man can hold on to perfectly to fuck her from behind. Her boobs look quite large, although I recognize the type of dress she wears, and I know that it has some padding to increase the bust size.
Her curly blonde hair wraps around a round face with a nose and lips that have been retouched, but give her a sexy and desirable look, her blue eyes exude confidence and lust, a woman who always gets what she wants, and from the way she addresses me, it seems evident that tonight she wants me.
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It took us half an hour to get to Vicky's apartment, all that time she hasn't stopped handing me, caressing my chest and my cock over my pants. If she wanted to fuck me so much, we could have done it in the bathrooms of the club, it wouldn't have been my first time, and I'm sure hers wouldn't either.
The apartment is luxurious, showing that he has money and doesn't mind bragging about it. As soon as I enter, he pours me a glass of very expensive champagne and starts kissing me.
Although I haven't done it in the club, here I do and I start to respond to Vicky's caresses, squeezing her thighs and bringing my hands to her tits. When I put my hand between her panties, she takes a step back as if it's something she didn't expect.
"I thought we came here to fuck," I say, pulling my cock out of my pants, waiting to see how he reacts.
Vicky sits on the couch and grabs my cock and brings me closer to her to put it in her mouth. I would rather have her kneel at my feet, but there will be time for that, for now I will let you see what her intentions are.
She's good at sucking cocks, with some training she could be excellent, so much so that someone would pay two hundred dollars for a blowjob of hers. I don't think I'll be able to make her cum, and I don't want to cum so soon either, so I push her away and tuck my cock into my pants.
"Where's a bed?" I ask Vicky, making it clear that I intend to fuck her without wasting any time.
"Not so fast," she replies, taking me by the hand, leading me into what appears to be the living room of the house. "I have a little surprise for you."
As soon as we walk through the door, I smile at what appears before me; A Victorian-style dresser with several steel collars and shackles, from classic models to the latest designs, plus several dildos, one of them quite an intimidating size.
As we enter the room further, I see a girl kneeling on the floor, with a necklace around her neck and shackles on her wrists, all held together with several chains.
I look at the girl and it soon becomes clear to me that she is not a submissive and that she is not here voluntarily. She's not too pretty, she's a bit thin, and her tits aren't too big and they're already a little saggy.
Vicky walks up to her and slaps her tits a couple of times and lifts her head up to look at me.
"Do you like it?" she asks, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. "It's a gift to you."
"I don't understand why you're giving me a slave girl;" I say, approaching the dresser, inspecting some of the objects on it, deciding.
"I know what you do and I want to work with you and have you taught me the business," she says. "Because of my father's business, I have access to dozens of girls like this who no one will miss if she disappears."
"I still don't understand you," I point out. "I don't know what you think I do for a living."
"You traffic in slave girls, my father has bought several of them for his mansion in Barbados," she replies.
"And who is your father?" I ask.
"Albert Turpin, Baron of Middleton," she replies.
I can't help but smile, Albert is a nobody unless he uses his title to try to deceive people, as a favor to a mutual friend I have lent him a couple of slave girls on occasion to brag about it, but from what I see he still doesn't tell anyone, not even his daughter that he is completely broke and that he owes money to everyone. Although by inheritance of her degree, he is part of the board of directors of several boarding schools and girls' schools for young people without resources.
"Have you seen your father's slave girls?" I askeVicky.
"Yes," she replies. "I've spied on him and watched him fuck them."
"And what did you think?"
"True beauties, they looked like runway models, I'm not a lesbian, but I wouldn't have minded playing with them for a while," she replies, obviously excited.
"And do you think this slave girl looks like them?" I ask as I approach the girl, lifting her off the ground by stretching her body, pinching her breasts and bringing my fingers to her pussy.
"No;" Vicky replies embarrassedly.
"At least I hope she knows how to suck a cock," I protest as I sit down on the couch freeing my cock from my pants again.
The girl woman stands on all fours on the ground, as if it were not the first time she has been in a situation like this, giving me to understand that wherever she comes from she is accustomed to submitting to men.
"Hold her hands behind your back," I order Vicky, "Slave girls don't touch their Masters' cocks with their hands, and grab a dildo to see if you can turn her on a little, her pussy is completely dry, I won't get any pleasure when I fucked her."
Vicky holds the slave girl's hands behind her back and then grabs a from the dresser, then approaches the slave girl to masturbate her. Standing upright, she can't do it, so she's forced to kneel on the floor, having to pull up her dress and show her panties to do so.
