Training Aimee: The Masters' Club, #1

By Vincent Mandevill

What happens when an innocent, kinky virgin catches the eye of a billionaire playboy Alpha male?
A hot-as-hell and hung-like-horse billionaire Dom.

A sweet, submissive virgin who's not as innocent as she seems.

An elite club of wealthy Masters who share everything, especially their women.

Can Vincent and Aimee's romance blossom in that world of filth decadence?

Will she accept being one of the shared and treasured pets of The Masters' Club?

Find out in that steaming hot billionaire age-gap romance. 

WARNING! The story is for 18+ readers. This box set includes all the five books of the Training Aimee series. It's 82 000 words of self-indulgent pure erotic goodness with a heavy dose of romance. No cheating (group play and sharing are consensual) and a satisfying HFN. Training Aimee is about a sweet submissive girl whose Master introduces her to a world beyond her wildest dreams. Steamy erotic scenes, insane orgy with delicious kink, reverse harem, well-endowed men, M/F/M/M, F/F, M/M/M/F/M/M/M, and group play. Enjoy that decadent journey in a world of dominance, submission, luxury, romance, and group play. All characters are over 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vincent Mandevill
• Release date: Feb 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215783177

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TRAINING AIMEE

SEDUCED

Vincent Mandevill

Copyright © 2020 Vincent Mandevill

Training Aimee

Seduced

Copyright © 2020 Vincent Mandevill

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved!

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

WARNING

This book is meant for a mature audience. It contains debauchery, sensual corruption, explicit sexual scenes, and follows the gradual seduction and corruption of an innocent, cute nymphet who discovers her own inner slut. Male domination, female submission, oral sex, anal play, and light BDSM. If such material offends your sensitive soul you’d better go somewhere else.

We both know you want to stay, right? Indulge yourself in that tale of sexual surrender, naughty sex kittens, and dominant Alpha Masters.

No rape or illegal content. The sexual scenes are 1000% consensual.

All characters are over 18 years old.

TRAINING AIMEE

SEDUCED

I

She knelt by my armchair and looked up at me with big, bright blue eyes, both innocent and wicked. They were always full of worship whenever my Aimee was down on her knees, at my feet. Her submissive posture and arousal, the way she reacted whenever I tugged her collar, made me rock hard and in need to feel her tight pussy wrapped around it.

My pet.

My little girl.

My sweet horny slut with lips whose purpose was to suck my dick and whose body belonged to me.

If she lived with me full time, I'd probably fuck her brains off twenty-four seven. My cum would soak her cute face, tits, tummy, ass, and legs. She'd be crawling on her knees to take my cock in her mouth and make me hard again while I'd tease her cunt and pink, puckering asshole.

The girl parted her lush rose lips, matching the color of the jeweled collar around her neck. Today I had chosen pink see-through babydoll lingerie tied with a satin bow on the front. The lace edges barely touched her garter belt and matching stockings that stretched across her infinity legs. Those ankles looked so fine on my shoulders while I was pounding her pussy, rubbing her clit furiously, and choking her with my other hand. Aimee looked so gorgeous like that, with flushed cheeks, lips curled in an O, and her reddened tight slit.

Ah, that piece of heaven.

I ran fingers through her golden, flowing hair and moved my thumb across her jaw and bottom lip. Aimee grinned and rested her long, gentle fingers on top of the bulge in my suit pants. She nuzzled my palm and cradled her face against it, nearly purring as I caressed her cheek.

How was I so lucky to have that gorgeous girl give me her total submission, crave my touch and glow each time she was at my feet? I didn't know, and I didn't care, especially when she was rubbing my cock, and her pink tongue swirled around my finger, showing me what she'd do to my pulsing dick later.

Ever since I trained her into the perfect obedient sex pet, Aimee became so good with her mouth she could teach a class in sucking cock and swallowing cum.

Are you excited, baby girl?

Yes, Master. Her fingernails, painted in shining pink, were sliding down my zipper. Aimee bit her lips and blinked her baby blue eyes, feigning perfect innocence and sweetness. I'm so excited to meet your friends. Are you sure they'd like me?

Oh, sweetie, they'll adore you, especially if you behave like the good girl that I know you are and you do everything we tell you. They might even try to steal you away from me.

Good luck with that. She kept running her fingers up and down while I was stroking her hair. Her tits were heaving down, covered by the pink lace. Soon she'd be all naked except for her collar, stockings, and high heel pumps. Aimee kissed my crotch through the suit pants and whispered.

I belong to you, Master. I'll play with whoever you order me, but you are the only one who owns me. I'm a loyal slut.

My loyal slutty kitten. I leaned forward to kiss her lips, smearing her gloss in the process. My tongue slid in her mouth and made her pant with lust. I squeezed her nipples through the pink lace, and that coaxed another moan. When I pulled away, Aimee was panting and gasping for breath, and she clenched her slender thighs. My gorgeous little pet. I know you'll make me proud, Aimee.

Master... She mewled and rubbed her cheek against my leg, unable to contain her moans.

Yes, pet?

Please, let me suck your cock, please... I'll finish before your friends arrive.

Again? I chuckled and picked her up by the chin. Her eyes were darker now, glazed with lust. Aimee's lips were trembling. Sometimes it amazed me how much she adored it, serving my cock, licking it, and taking it deep down her tight throat. Aimee was always so eager to suck it. Just one simple gesture was enough for the little whore to drop down on her knees and start licking it. You have one hell of a cock addiction, don't you?

I can't help it... It feels so good in my mouth, and it calms me down. Seeing you pleasured makes me feel so good...

I knew she was a natural submissive from the moment I saw her in her father's yard, but I never suspected she'd become such a fantastic slut.

The Master’s Club members would arrive in half an hour. I've been a member of that elite circle of Doms for a few years, and every six months, we'd gather at one of our homes. It usually happened when one of us had just trained a new pet and wanted to introduce her properly. Sometimes it was more than one of us who had a willing, gorgeous fuck toy to present. These were some of our wildest parties when we would entertain ourselves with several submissive sluts.

My cock was still raging hard at the thought of last time when we suspended two subs from the ceiling, positioning their cunts before their faces in a sixty-nine. We whipped them good, and each of them had their asses, cunts, and mouths well stretched and filled with cum.

I did not doubt that my little Aimee's debut would make that lustful night of debauchery look like an old ladies' tea party. I've trained many subs and slaves in my life; many sluts have been at my feet, calling me Sir and Master, begging for my cock.

Still, there was something special about Aimee. Her instinct to serve and submit was so natural. Her lust was so great, and there was very little she wouldn't do. My cute sex kitten would often whisper how much she loved me, and sometimes I wondered if we could make it in the long run. She's proved herself to be the ideal submissive for me, and yet I knew that in time I'd want more from her.

How willing would my little whore be when I brought other sex pets on the stage?

Suck my cock, little slut. Make it nice, wet, and hard, and make sure that I cum before my guests arrive. There is thick, delicious cream in my balls, and I'll fill your whore mouth with.

She adored it when I called her names and talked dirty to her. I loved it when she was at my feet or down on all fours. It drove me wild when she was taking my cock in her two holes.

Aimee unzipped my business suit pants and pulled my hard cock out of the silk boxers. Nature had blessed me with quite the instrument, nearly eleven inches and roughly with the width of a soda can. I have yet to meet a woman who wouldn't go crazy as soon as she saw it. The ladies loved licking, sucking, drooling all over my hard erection and would always squirt when I fucked their pussies and asses after hours of torture and foreplay.

Aimee was no exception.

You have such a beautiful cock, Master; I can suck it all day long...

With these words, she ran her pink tongue down its firm shaft and gathered the precum running down from down her lips. Aimee placed her hands on my balls and caressed them with tenderness while she wrapped her mouth around the tip. She moaned against my cock and let her drool slide down the firm body. Her gentle moans caused shivers up my spine, and I threw my head back while Aimee slowly took me down her hot throat.

Oh, yes, pet, mmm, suck it, suck Daddy's cock, baby girl.

She obliged and kept bobbing her head up and down, pushing my cock's tip deeper, blowing gently on it. Aimee worked the rest of my mighty girth with her hand and looked up at me, gagging on my size.

For a moment, it tempted me to move my hips faster and fuck her cute face while listening to her erotic gurgling sounds and watching her struggle with the monster I was ramming down her tiny mouth. But I also enjoyed watching her work for it, lick it, suck it, play with it and impale her own throat while massaging my scrotum. There would be a lot of face fucking for her tonight. By the end of the morning, her jaw would be as sore as her cunt and asshole.

While Aimee was bathing me in her heavenly spit and was taking my cock deeper, trying to please, my mind swam back to the memories of our first times together. How cute and innocent she used to be, unaware of the world of corruption, kink, and sexual debauchery I'd subject her to.

She was mine.

I closed my eyes and placed my hand at the back of her head, urging the little whore to suck harder and drool more, to drown my cock in her spit. The image of her from back then swam before my eyes.

When we met for the first time, she was wearing short shorts that exposed her long legs and a cute pink tank top showing her delicate, perky breasts. Aimee had her cock sucking lips wrapped around a bottle of beer. She drank from bottles the same way she'd later learn to take dicks in her mouth.

A natural sub and a naturally little fuck toy.

She was also my best friend’s daughter, and I met her at the family barbecue.

II

Three months ago

I was a smart and resourceful man, always planning and keeping my assets organized. Human nature was no stranger to me, and I knew how to manipulate people into giving me exactly what I needed from them. I also had an eye for talent and loyalty and knew how to pick the best people who would run things for me. When I started my first business at the age of twenty-two, I had no formal education in that field, only a degree in Psychology, tons of student loans, and the inner drive to succeed.

Over two decades later, I had turned into the wealthiest man in those suburbs and among the richest men in the city. I owned more businesses than I cared to count, and I was a silent partner at over ten start-ups from which I got generous cuts. After I established the work process and hired the best people for the job, the business pretty much ran itself. If everything went well, I wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of my life, and I'd have enough to give my eventual children a generous trust fund.

I could afford to work as little as two or three hours per day and dedicate the rest of my time to my hobbies and real-life passions. I had an enormous collection of pornography, erotic literature, and albums in my home library. That included an original Kama Sutra and one of the first editions of The Story of O. It was the book that inspired my sexuality. Those books were hardbound, luxurious editions and made a great impression on those poor souls who never suspected what a perverted man I was.

My house looked like every other house in the neighborhood, which caused some people to think I was such a humble, modest man. After all, I could afford to live anywhere in the world. I could run my businesses from a warm beach on a Caribbean private island or from a skyscraper in Dubai, and yet I lived in my hometown, right next to my best friend from school. I'm sure he hated me as I signified everything that he was not, and he both admired me and envied me for my success. He was overweight and in a mediocre position at the company he'd been working for, with a nagging wife and a crippling mortgage.

I couldn't help gloating at his failures as he used to be so stuck up when he started working for that company. He was telling me I knew nothing of business and all my start-ups would fail.

Today, I was at the top of my success. My house looked ordinary, but no one suspected of what was happening beneath it and that I had a real sex dungeon. Practically, I had a porn film set at the bottom part of my house filled with all sorts of devices for taming submissive kittens and a terrain for wild orgies. The walls were perfectly soundproof, and basically, I could spend the entire day fucking some lucky lady on every surface of the house. No one would know.

I lacked no attention from the ladies, even when I was barely making ends meet. Of course, there were always gold diggers around a man like me. Still, I knew that even if they came to me for the money, they'd usually stay because of my body, iron cock, and the way I made them scream with pain and pleasure.

Given that I was in my mid-forties, my body and face looked like I was at least ten years younger. I was jogging. I was working out regularly at the gym in my house and did all sorts of sports, so I had a six-pack, toned muscular arms, and strong legs that show well in an elegant business suit. I kept my black hair buzz cropped, and women often tell me I have the most exciting blue eyes.

They did me a splendid job when I had to keep the submissive ladies in line in the bedroom and outside of it. I was a generous Master, and I loved pampering my girls with luxury, spanking, and a lot of insane orgasms, but I didn't tolerate disobedience. Smart women were more fun to play with as they always gave me a reason to put them across my knee and spank them until they cried. Still, I was their Master, and they were at my feet, so they'd better remember their place.

It took me one divorce and several girlfriends to realize a conventional relationship could never satisfy me. What I needed from a woman was her total submission and for her to let me treat her like an obedient whore. She had to put my needs above hers and allow me to use her as I please. If she gave me that, I'd make her my queen and give her everything she craved. Queen on my arm, slut in the bedroom. Well, as long as she agreed to share me and for me to share her.

Finding such a woman was like finding a unicorn. It was even more difficult as I knew I couldn't be monogamous.

Once I nearly got married again to the perfect submissive who worshiped me. Mary was a manager at one of my companies and one of my star employees. She would often come to my house for private reports of its activity. That was the most submissive woman I've ever met. Behind closed doors, she'd transform into a perfect sex slave who kissed my feet and obeyed even my most degrading commands. I often regretted we couldn't stay together. Mary was willing to do anything for me, to give up on her career and be my 24/7 slave, but she couldn't handle sharing me with other women or let another man dominate her. She said that she'd only surrender to me if I were hers.

I knew I could make Mary obey me anyway, that's how submissive she was, but I cared for her and wanted her to be happy. She found her perfect Master and was happily married to him. Yet, I often wondered what it would have been if I agreed to dedicate myself only to her.

Aimee was like a youthful version of Mary, the same blond hair and blue eyes, the same wanton sexuality and a need to obey.

Aimee. The moment I saw her, I knew I needed to own her. It didn’t matter that she was only eighteen and had just graduated from high school, that I could be her father, that she was probably too inexperienced despite her looks.

The first time I saw her in that yard, it took me every effort not to go to her, grab her by the hair and kiss her hard. I longed to grope her tits and ass before I pushed her down on her knees so she'd suck me off. She was smiling and talking to people, completely unaware of how hard she was making me.

Aimee had her long hair tied in a braid, and that would make it even easier for me to make her kneel. I was staring at her young body, luscious lips, bright blue eyes, not believing that girl was real. She was like an angel I wanted to make very dirty with my filth.

My friend approached me and said with pride in his voice.

That's my baby girl, Aimee. Remember her? You were at her first birthday. Isn't she pretty?

I nearly spat my beer. How was it possible that this overweight whiny guy with receding hair could produce that gorgeous piece of heaven?

She was perfect in every sense of the word, charming, gorgeous, with fuckable lips and an ideal body. For a moment, it tempted me to offer my friend to help him out financially if he let me keep his daughter as a sex slave at my beck and call.

No, that would be way too easy, and I needed a lot more. Seducing and corrupting that angel would be a lot more fun.

Half an hour later, Barry excused himself and said he needed to get his usual afternoon nap. Aimee stayed to give the other guests their drinks. She could easily be the hostess of a much more glamorous event. Maybe even a wild sex orgy. I got close to her, and the girl blushed hard. Oh, seducing her would be as easy as taking candy from a kid. I'd enjoy the hell out of that candy.

Would you like something else, Mr. Mandevill? She looked down, suddenly so shy and uncertain, her beautiful face flushed with embarrassment.

Call me Vincent, please. We're all friends here. I'd love to have another beer, Aimee if you'd be so kind.

She obliged immediately and brought me the coldest beer out of the iced box.

Good girl.

Thank you, honey, I said and looked her up and down, trying to convey how much I wanted her. She wasn't indifferent to my attention, and I could swear her nipples poked through the bra. Mind if you keep me a little company? If it does not bore you with hanging out with such an old man.

Oh no, sir, quite the contrary...

Sir. I could get used to the way it sounded from her mouth. I didn’t bother correcting her.

It was so nice of you to help your Daddy with his little social event when you could have been out somewhere, having fun. You're on a summer holiday, after all. I bet boys are dying to get you to the beach.

Oh... Aimee ran her fingers down the edge of her beer bottle and blushed profusely. Uhm… I don't go out all that much, and to be honest, most boys my age are so immature.

Oh, honey, I'll show you maturity. You'd be so easy to dominate, such a little juicy peach ready to be taken.

That's a shame, a girl as gorgeous as you, if you'd allow me to say it, must have tons of fun and have men treat you the right way. I smiled with a suggestive tone and took a sip of my beer, enjoying the way she squirmed. Long, pale blond tresses covered her face. I reached out and brushed her hair off. God, she was so cute. So, no one special?

No… lately, I've been a bit of a bookworm. I love to read so much.

We spent the next hour talking about her hobbies, of the books she loved reading, and I told her about my extensive library. Aimee responded with enthusiasm and said she'd love to visit it sometime. I leaned forward to her, making sure no one could see us, and whispered to her in a suggestive voice.

Aimee, you can come to me anytime you please, and I promise that my library is all yours.

Oh, you are so sweet. She was gushing, thrilled to have such an important man pay attention to her. I'd love that so much, but I don't want to bother you if you have someone over…

Why, Aimee... I rested my hand on her shoulder. Even if I have someone over, the house is big enough. Besides, I am in the same situation as you. There are very few mature women around me.

It was true, in a way. I'd been without a steady sexual partner save for the few times I attended the Masters’ Club events. Honestly, I still missed Mary and could not move on and get over her after her wedding and collaring ceremony. Hopefully, I'd get to fix that with little Aimee.

She looked more than ready as I brushed her shoulder and played with the strap of her tank top. The girl gasped when I leaned forward and opened her lips, probably hoping I'd kiss her. Instead, I placed a warm kiss on her cheek and whispered to her. I grinned when the hairs of her arms raised, and she moaned a little.

I mean it, Aimee, anytime. I'll never turn you down. I also have a fun media room. You can even bring some of your girlfriends there.

She licked her lips and nodded. The look of longing as I walked away was so priceless.

Enough wallowing.

It was time to set up the trap for that cute little doe.

Baby girl, consider yourself owned.

III

Aimee didn't wait too long before she took advantage of my invitation. By that time, I had everything ready. The cameras recording everything that happened in the library were in their right places. I made sure to put the porn collection at the center of the big room. It would be the first thing the girl would see once she entered. Given how she reacted at the barbecue, I felt cocky enough and prepared a bottle of ice-cold champagne in a bucket at the Master's bedroom.

When Aimee rang on my doorbell, I was wearing nothing but dark jeans. I rarely bothered to put a shirt on, and the women said they loved looking at my abs and muscular arms, anyway. She couldn't hold her gasp of admiration at seeing me without a shirt. Aimee's cute face immediately turned bright red, and she licked her lips, probably without knowing.

Come in, Aimee…

The young woman entered, and I smiled at how shaken she looked. Aimee wore similar clothes to her outfit during the barbecue. Baby blue tank top that matched her eyes, shorts, summer sandals. This time she let her long, smooth hair that reminded me of silk down her back.

I was sure that if I leaned in and kissed her, trapping her against the door, she’d surrender. My plans were more nefarious than that.

You look a little flushed, Aimee. Are you okay? Do you need anything cold to drink? The sun is scorching hot outside.

I'm fine, I... She stared at my chest and swallowed, not