Becoming Mistress Victoria Pt. 02

I am Mistress Victoria. This is part two of my past; I hope you are enjoying it.

1963 in London was a magical time. The Swinging Sixties at its genesis!

The Beatles were starting to take the world by storm.

Speaking of storms, it was the coldest winter on record in Britain, they called it "The Big Freeze".

The other notable storm was the Profumo affair, which nearly took down the British Parliament.

Not to mention the Cold War with the USSR.

Every day at the Gentleman's club was a new adventure. The men would come to eat, drink, and socialize.

The waitresses were often fondled and fingered, but it would never really go on beyond a hand job.

If the men wanted more, they would go to Miss Maggie, and she would procure someone to fulfill their sexual needs.

If they were very special, Miss Maggie would take care of them herself.

I learned a lot from her: how to please both women and men alike.

Many men enjoyed Irina's exotic appeal. She was about twenty and from Romania. She was a dark-haired beauty with ample breasts and full, sexy lips.

She would fulfill any and all fetishes the men asked for.

She was, of course, very popular. I was the new girl, and I was starting to get a word-of-mouth following.

Irina was never happy I was there, and never really talked to me at all.

Young Tommy was there for the men who, at the time, couldn't be "out" as gay or bisexual. Tommy's gift is that his cock was hard all the time and he had a very tight asshole. He also would cum a lot, every time.

Tommy and I would become close. He taught me what men liked during sex, and how to give a great blowjob.

Most men enjoyed my young, taut, pale body, pert breasts, and my shaved pussy.

Miss Maggie dressed me in pink dresses and ribbons in my hair, but overall very plain.

The men would be every age, but mostly older.

When brought to the parlour, they would mostly like me to slowly take off my clothes.

They would closely examine my breasts and my pussy, sometimes my tight asshole, but that was off limits according to Miss Maggie.

"Your virgin asshole is to be kept for a very special occasion," she would inform me.

I generalize the men, but they were very consistent. They would stare at me naked with lust in their eyes. Then, pull out their cock and play with it. If they were soft, I would stroke them, or suck on their cocks until they were hard.

As soon as they were hard, they would climb on top of me and pound away.

Most men would last about three or four minutes before they shot their hot cum inside of me. It always felt good when they fucked me, but no matter what, I never did cum when they fucked me. After they would cum, I would get up and wash their cock with warm, soapy water and then send them on their way.

I soon became popular with a few of the men, and they visited me regularly.

Miss Maggie's Gentleman's Club was also popular in high society, and we would entertain many prominent men and women.

I mentioned the Beatles, they were guests at a time, so were the Rolling Stones. I didn't have sex with any Beatle (Although I wanted George), but I did have sex with a Rolling Stone. I am very discreet, and won't tell, but I will let you surmise who.

The others were occasional members of Parliament. I spoke of 46-year-old John Profumo, Secretary of State for War, and his 19-year-old friend, Christine Keeler.

Now, Christine was an acquaintance of mine. She didn't do what I did, but she was a showgirl and model. The scandal broke when it was found out that Christine was having sex with Profumo AND Yevgeny Ivanov, a Soviet naval attaché and intelligence agent.

Then he lied about it.

It was a monstrous scandal that rocked Britain and took down the Conservative Government.

I always wondered why we were not investigated.

I found out Miss Maggie had extremely powerful people in her corner.

One of them was Mister Smythe.

I was always excited when Mister Smythe came by. He was one of the few men who would lick my shaved pussy, and would almost get me to cum.

I loved taking his large hard cock in my mouth.

It gave me great pleasure when he would cum in my mouth.

I would swallow every drop.

My all-time favourite thing is when he would suck on my toes as he fucked me.

I love having my toes and feet licked. Sucking on them made his cock very hard, and usually, cum very quickly.

Mister M, another powerful man, would come by every other Wednesday, like clockwork. He wanted Tommy and me together. At first, he just wanted Tommy and me to have sex with each other as he stroked his cock and watched.

Then, as the weeks went on, he would be more adventurous. He started with licking my pussy after Tommy would cum in it.

Then he wanted me and him to suck on Tommy's cock until he came over our mouths and faces.

Soon he was asking Tommy to fuck him in the asshole, while he licked my pussy.

Later, he just wanted me to watch him and Tommy have sex.

I guess it was just the process of having his homosexual adventure.

Homosexuality had just become not illegal, but still frowned upon. To this day, I still really enjoy watching the two men have sex.

My other favourite visitor at the Gentleman's club wasn't a gentleman at all; it was a lovely lady named Mrs. R.

She would come by once a month, unfortunately through the side entrance (Women were not allowed in the front).

She would slowly take off my clothes like she was unwrapping a present.

Then she would examine every inch of me, giving me soft kisses all over my body.

I would tremble with every kiss.

She would then lie back on the bed and spread her legs and have me lick her pussy for hours.

I would tease her until she was close to cumming, then stop.

I became quite good at orgasm denial, and it would benefit me my entire life.

I became very adept with my tongue and my fingers.

She would become very wet, very quickly. I loved the taste of her pussy.

When she would start to cum, she would bite on a towel to muffle her screams of pleasure. If she didn't, I am sure someone would think a murder was happening.

I loved most days at the club. Most men were respectful.

A few were violent and fucked me with anger.

Some wanted to degrade me.

Thankfully, they were few and far between. I learned a lot and had many great sexual adventures.

My nineteenth birthday was quite special.

Miss Maggie gave me a very pretty dress; it was white lace and short.

I wore white fishnet stockings with a garter belt and no knickers.

They brought me into the main room, where about fifty members were present.

I sat in the middle of the room as each man came up, kissed me on the lips, and gave me an envelope, which I found was full of money--some with upwards of a thousand pounds sterling.

They brought out a large cake, and they all sang, "For she's a jolly good fellow."

I felt very special.

Then Miss Maggie said it was time for my special present. She introduced a man named Omar. He was very tall, dark-skinned, and wearing only a silk robe.

He removed the robe, and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It hung down to his knees and wasn't even hard yet. The members watched in awe at the spectacle to come. I knew that this was the "special occasion" and that monster cock was going to fuck my virgin asshole. I was scared but somehow ready.

Miss Maggie licked Omar's huge balls, then took his cock, into her mouth.

Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his girth.

She took him deep in her mouth, but that was only one-third of its length.

Then, Miss Maggie lubed up Omar's cock.

It didn't get any bigger. It just became hard.

I was told to get on all fours, and Omar went behind me and entered my asshole without warning.

It hurt at first, but I enjoyed it after a while. He fucked me for a long while until he grunted and shot his hot cum inside me. He pulled out, and I guess his cum gushed out of my asshole.

I fell to my side exhausted and spent, but I wasn't done.

Mister Smythe mounted me and fucked my pussy in front of the mesmerized crowd. One after the other, the men would take me, either in my pussy or freshly fucked asshole.

I think I came four or five times in the night.

At the end of the night, I was totally spent, held warmly by Miss Maggie.

An older but distinguished gentleman came up to us. He was an American, from Texas.

I had seen him before; he never participated but liked to watch.

He offered Miss Maggie £10,000 for me and offered me a job at his company in America.

Miss Maggie asked me if I would like to go. She said the man was trustworthy and I was always welcome back. I didn't know what to think, being sold to a strange man, but I nervously answered yes, excited about the next chapter of my life.