CHAPTER 51: The Virgin’s Fantasies, Part 4

… The last time Daniel saw me, I was stark naked, and dripping with his cum.

My Master is wearing one of his secretly amused, non-smiles, the kind that only I can see. “Daniel and I will be going for lunch in a little while, Charlotte. Would you like to join us?”

Trying to cover my confusion, I splutter my words a little. I have not before met one of our ‘party guests’ in a different situation.

“Um… yes. Er, I mean, yes, I’d love to.”

“Good,” says my Master briskly, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “That’s sorted out then. Make yourself comfortable for a bit. We won’t be long on this.” He waves me towards some low chairs in a corner, then turns back to Daniel, opening the file he asked me for.

Did he set this up? Deliberately forget the file?

Of course he did…

I try to settle into reading my book, but my concentration wanders.

The two men are standing over a large table, discussing what look like construction plans. Both are facing me.

I can’t help myself. I keep glancing up to look at Daniel, finding my eyes fixed on his crotch, remembering his huge, lovely, black cock.

My Master glances up at me. He follows the direction of my gaze and I see him suppressing a smile.

“S’cuse me, folks.’ says Daniel. “Where’s the um...?”

“Down the corridor, first on the left,” says my Master, waving his hand in the general direction. As Daniel exits the office, he walks over to me, bending down close and whispers, “Would you like me to invite him back for dinner this evening?”

I blush. I hadn’t meant to be so transparent. “Would you mind, Master?”

“Mind? Why should I mind? Charlotte, if it presses your buttons, it’s fine by me. After all, I get the benefit.”

Puzzled, “What benefit is that Master?”

He leans in even closer “Being able to wrap my mouth around your sopping cunt, and suck you dry while you come.”

At his words my pussy shudders and spurts, soaking my panties.

My Master smiles sideways at me. “See, it’s working already.”

Embarrassed, “How do you know, Master?

He grins. “Charlotte. I know.”

And at that, Daniel enters the office again.

“Daniel, Charlotte and I were just wondering if you might like to join us for dinner this evening.”

The dark, delicious man pauses, looking firstly at me, then back at my Master. “Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner. I believe Charlotte has an extensive menu planned. She’s rather a good cook you know.”

I am?

Still, I play along. In fact, I am not too bad a cook, and my Master is clearly enjoying his set-up.

Daniel looks really pleased. “I would love to come to… dinner.”

“Good,” says my Master. “That’s settled then.” He pulls a wallet from his jacket pocket and tosses it to me. “Charlotte, why don’t you go out and buy whatever ingredients you need. And get some good wine too. Dan, do you prefer red, white, sparkling...?”

“Um, I suppose it depends what’s on the menu...”

“We’ll leave it for Charlotte to decide then.” My Master has a twinkle in his eye and the smile of the devil.

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I keep it simple. I am not a fantastic cook, but there are some things that are hard to get wrong. Starters: prawn cocktail. Mains: steak and salad, with just a quick check on who wants rare, medium or well done.

We sit together, me, Michael, my Master, and Daniel. The meal goes down rather well, and after an enjoyable hour of chat, wine and food, Michael pushes back his plate.

“That was a great dinner, Charlotte. What’s for dessert?”

“Um... Well, I was rather hoping that would be me...”

All three men burst out laughing. Charlotte tartare it is then,” chuckles my Master. “Served rare, and with very little dressing. Shall we...?”

I am a little unsure of where we go from here, but Michael and my Master both stand, placing themselves either side of me, moving like a synchronised team.

How do they do that?

Some sort of secret code?

I reach to embrace my Master, but…

“Don’t forget your manners, Charlotte,” he says. “Offer dessert to our guest first.”

Daniel looks mesmerised. He pushes his chair back, making room for me to slide in. He wears a broad, beautiful smile, bright and white against his ebony velvet skin.

Straddling his lap, I sit astride him, dress hitched up, my thighs spread wide, and my heavy breasts only a little way from his face.

“Raise your arms, Charlotte,” instructs my Master, and as I reach upwards, he, with Michael, takes the hem of my skimpy summer dress, lifting from either side of me, raising it over my head, and stripping me to underwear. Michael unclips me at the back, slipping away my bra, releasing my breasts to swing by Daniel’s face, and leaving me naked, except for my panties.

Seemingly fascinated by my breasts, Daniel buries his face in my cleavage. My thighs akimbo around him, I feel an enormous erection pressing through his clothes.

“Hey guys,” he says, “Clear a spot on the table, would you.”

As Daniel kneads one breast, suckling on the other, Michael and my Master clear dishes and cutlery from the dining table. Daniel, supporting me at thigh and hip, lifts me with him as he stands, and I hang my hands around his neck. Sitting me on the edge of the table, he stands back, looking at me, and all the while, undressing. His tie goes, then his shirt. Shoes are set to one side and finally, he unbelts and unzips.

He does this slowly, grinning his brilliant smile, as he releases his huge cock.

It is just as big as I remember. Standing upright, it trembles against his stomach, pulsing with his heartbeat.

“Still like the look of it, Charlotte?” he asks. “It’s going to get right inside you in a while, but I’m going to lick you out first. Let’s get you good and wet before this honey gets to fuck you.” Palm on my chest, he pushes me flat down onto the table...