A shameful secret is bared but all is forgiven in lust
It wasn’t entirely a secret that Victoria wanted to be a model, even at the age of 6 she would be trying on her Mothers clothes and pretend to walk down the runway, putting on fashion shows for her young friends.
Whenever her Aunts and Uncles and all the cousins would drop over for Thanksgiving, or Christmas, and Easter, she would be putting on her little shows. The funny part of it all was that Victoria was beautiful.
She begged and begged her Mother to give her modeling lessons but all thatshe would do was give her dancing lessons until at the age of 14 Victoria finally persuaded her Mother that she was serious about becoming a high fashion model, and her Mother enrolled her in a modeling academy.
I don’t know if it was because she knew that I was a model or not but she couldn’t wait to run over to my house to tell me that she was going to modeling school and was going to become a high fashion model.
I just didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was too short to be a high fashion model, with her only being 5’6″, but she still could be in the modeling business, doing many gigs for hand models and lip models agencies. It doesn’t all have to be high fashion modeling.
One afternoon I happened to be downtown and I ran into Victoria who was on her way to modeling class. Apparently she had told her teacher that her neighbor was a professional model and would like me to met her, so since I didn’t have any plans I told her to hop in my car and off we went.
As soon as we entered the studio I saw the pictures all over of various models, and when Wendy, her teacher, came out, she was like, Oh My God, you’re that model. I then had to explain the differences between my own name and my professional name.
So taking a seat next to Wendy on the couch, she had Victoria do some of her exercises, while Wendy whispered to me “Is she yours?” Before I could reply she said that she knew that I was n lesbian and so was she, and just wondered if she should back away. So I explained that I was just a neighbor who they knew to be a model.
It was probably a couple of weeks that I next saw Victoria, as she came bounding up my front walk and asked if I was busy or could she talk to me. So I told her to come in and have a glass of soda pop, and we could talk.
I couldn’t help but notice that she had already learnt the proper walk, and as I watched her I also wondered if her teacher had seduced her, because as I was looking I thought how nice it would be to get her into bed, but since she was a neighbor I would never make the first move, and I doubted that she would make a move to seduce me. Man was I wrong.
For the next little while we made small talk about school and her modeling class, until she appeared like she was busting to tell me, but she came out with:
“You have beautiful breasts.”
Then she went on to tell me that Wendy had shown her pictures of me and also showed her a lesbian film I had been in. That was just before they had sex. I was at a loss for words, until Victoria said, “Oh it’s ok cuz I’m a lesbian too”, with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Then out of the blue she asked if she could see my breasts close up. So, going with the flow, I opened my bath robe, having just had a bath not long ago.
She appeared mesmerized with my breasts, and without saying a word she moved her hand and lightly brushed my nipple which had started to stiffen by her touch. I couldn’t help but say that it felt nice, and with that she leaned forward and holding my breast in her hand she kissed and licked my stiff nipple, before sucking it into her mouth and nursing like a baby. She was so excited that she was almost trembling as she nursed on my breast and she started to move one hand to between my legs, when I uttered my first words, and that was, “I think one of us is overdressed”, with a smile, and started to get up from the couch, taking her hand in mine as we headed to the bedroom.
As I lay on the bed watching her ditching her clothes as fast as she could I noticed how mature she was. Her hips were that of a grown woman and her breasts, I guessed, were at least a 36C. When she finally rolled down her pale blue panties I could clearly see the wet spot which seemed to be growing bigger by the minute. When she was completely naked she climbed up on the bed next to me and brought her face close to mine as she prepared to kiss another woman outside of her modeling instructor.
I really had never had an interest in a much younger woman, but as my eyes took in her matured figure I must say that I was getting aroused and was waiting for her to make the first move, and it wasn’t a long wait as I felt her soft sweet lips touch mine. Her kiss was soft and sensuous as I felt her tongue slip past my lips and roll on mine with as much passion that she could muster, and her hand cupped my breast and roll my nipple between her fingers.
She knew that she had me when I muttered softly, “Oh yes, take me!” She broke our kiss an kissed all over my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples, while she moved her hand to my hot wet pussy, and allowed her fingers to probe my hot pussy, as she slipped them in deep up to the second knuckle, and lowered her head closer to tongue fuck me.
It was when I felt her velvety tongue lick my hood and clit, and draw my hood into her mouth and she felt my clit swell in her mouth that she started sucking like a straw, until she felt it pop and my clit escaped from its protective hood covering. I had thought for sure that it really would have taken longer for her to make me cum but it didn’t. With my hands playing with her hair I whispered that I was cumming, and that I was going to gush.
She didn’t quite know what it meant for me to gush but I didn’t have time to explain when it happened. I exploded like a volcano, and the lava started to stream down her chin after she had swallowed as much as she could.
I took some time to recover as she sat on the edge of the bed smiling, and just when I told her that I wanted to taste her.
After our lovemaking I had a long talk with her mother and offered to take the girl to Paris with me for the 2 months before she started school. Her mother readily agreed, and I think she knew I was about to give her daughter an education in more than just fashion.
Arriving at my villa in Paris I laid down the law: Victoria was to be naked at all times other than various little teddies or maid’s costumes I had made up for her. She was never to wear panties and her pussy was always to be availble and willing. I had her pussy hair and almost all of her body hair shaved other than her head, which sported a very chic, short style. I had her nipples and the top of her clit pierced with small, elegant gold rings and my name tattooed beautifully in my own handwriting on the cheek of her ass.
She wore a gold chain collar, belly chain and ankle bracelets, which were much stronger than they seemed. Every evening we repaired to my dungeon for her training.
I hooked light chains through her nipple and pussy rings and bent her over almost double over a pommel horse, fastening her cuffs to the floor with her luscious ass high in the air, vulnerable and willing. I started her off with smaller buttplugs and pussy vibrators, working her up to larger ones so she could take my strapon as I held her hips and ravaged her ass and pussy without mercy.
She mewed and whimpered prettily as I used her holes. Then it was time for her whipping. I started with light leather whips, languidly stroking her ass, thighs and back but enough to sting. I would alternate with thin wooden switches that cut accross her back and left thin pink welts. At the same time I’d force the buttplug deep in her ass until she said “Mercy!” her safe word, which I was not bound to honor. Once she was open enough I would put both my thumbs in her ass and hold it open wide, and then let my bladder go and fill her asshole with my piss. Then she must hold it there while enduring more whippings.
I would leave her bruised and covered with welts from her whippings, then unhook her and allow her to empty her rectum. Then it was time for her to feed.
She would begin by eating my pussy to several climaxes, and since I was a real squirter, she struggled to swallow the 2 cups or more of cum that would shoot out of my pussy as I climaxed. After that, if I had to piss she would lift my legs and fasten her mouth securely on my pussy and slurp up every drop or face a caning.
After a few weeks she was ready for the really dark secrets, and I broke her in by having her worship and lick and suck my asshole until her little tongue was numb. I told her to push it in as far as she could, and I looked back to see her recoil slightly as her tongue touched something solid. I grabbed her hair and pulled her deeper.
“Keep sucking,” I warned. I let go of her hair and grabbed her by the ear. She couldn’t pull back now with out great pain, and I was just the girl to give it to her. She docilely but reluctantly kept her lips locked around my ass as I fed her a bellyful. She gagged a little but didn’t throw up and gradually she became used to the taste and even started to like it, along with her natural inclination to be submissive, this was the most submissive one could be.
After a while I no longer had to coax her, I merely told her when I had to pee or relieve my bowels and she would assume the position and either suck my piss down her throat or feed on my ass until it was empty.
After a few months she was trained completely and after an exhibition of her skills, I sold her to a well-preserved French Countess as a slave and paid her mother and Wendy their cuts. Slaves of this type don’t live long lives, but she never had to get old or wrinkled. I will always think of her as young and fresh as she was when I first molested her.