All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
Failed blackmail
I'm about to get into bed, when a call from an unknown number rings on my phone, for a few moments I hesitate to pick up, but in the end I do.
'Tomorrow in the early afternoon you will receive your package, have prepared what is due to you;' says a woman on the other end of the phone without any tone of emotion in her voice.
'Okay;' I quickly reply, 'I'll have it all ready.'
As soon as I hang up the phone I start to take small leaps of joy, I can not believe that everything has gone well, I would like to call my girlfriend Alice to tell her, but she is in the middle of the final exams of the course and I do not want to bother her.
I barely sleep after receiving the call, and the next day's hours seem to pass slowly, although that suits me well to imagine everything I'm going to do when the package arrives.
At four o'clock in the afternoon the doorbell rings and I breathe several times before heading to open it, I do not want to give the feeling of being anxious to open my gift.
When I open the door I see a serious man with a military-style haircut, although I immediately turn my gaze to the young woman behind him.
'Can we pass?' the man asks me, seeing that I can't stop looking at the young woman.
I don't even answer, I wave my hand to him to come in and quickly the three of us are in the living room with the young woman kneeling on the table.
'I hope you are satisfied with your gift,' the man tells me.
'It's perfect;' I reply without hardly thinking about it, 'It seems to meet all the specifications we agreed;' I add by approaching the young woman.
I turn several times around the beauty in front of me without being able to say a word, she is completely motionless with her glassy eyes and gaze lost, with her hands behind her head causing her tits to appear larger than they already are, her dark hair reaches almost to the end of her back and her tanned skin shines from the oils with which she has been treated.
The leather restraints that adorn her body, the chain hooked to her metallic necklace hanging between her tits adorned with two golden rings, the slave mark on her shaved pubis and her pussy glowing from the humidity cause my cock to get hard and want to break free from my pants.
'It's perfect;' I repeat several more times, although without addressing anyone in particular.
All this has turned out much better than I imagined when a little more than two months ago I discovered one of my classmates trying to hack the computer of one of the teachers to falsify his notes and I decided to blackmail him.
The classmates in question turned out to be the son of the owner of the country's leading slave girls acquisition and processing company, and I asked him in exchange for my silence to provide me with a modified slave girl at my whim.
'It's much better than I ever imagined; I finally answer the man who has brought the slave girl.
'I am very happy Mr. Martin, but before closing the deal, our mutual friend has told me that he must test the goods to see if he finds any problems;' he tells me.
'Now?' I ask him in surprise.
'Now!' he replies, rather he orders me.
I don't quite know what to do, I've never had a slave girl and my sexual experience is limited to my girlfriend Alice, whom I've been dating for more than two years.
'You can order it whatever you want Mr. Martin;' the man tells me, 'She is programmed to obey all your orders, she is little more than a sex doll of flesh and blood.'
'Come here and give me a blowjob;' I order her very excitedly away from her.
The slave girl gets off the table and crawling up to me, without using her hands she pulls my cock out of my pants and starts sucking it.
In a few seconds I am groaning at the skills of the slave girl, before today I have only enjoyed Alice's mouth and on just a couple of occasions, since she always says that only whores and slave girls do it. That is precisely why I requested that my slave girl be an expert cocksucker.
Although I suspect that another reason why Alice does not want to suck my cock is because she is unable to swallow my almost ten inches, something that the slave girl kneeling at my feet does without any problem, that deep throat and the slight bites she gives my cock when she takes it out and puts it out of her mouth and that remind me of what Alice does to me, they cause me to run down his throat.
When I get out of the slave girl's mouth I observe how she stays with her open showing me my semen starting to drain through the corner of her lips.
'She will not swallow it or spit it out until you order it;' the man tells me.
'Swallow it all slut;' I order her smiling at seeing how he does it and then relate to wipe his lips.
