The Dancer.

The Dancer.

1

In the summer of 2006 The ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ was one of the most popular nightclubs in London. The ground floor level hosted the dance floor and was furnished as smartly as some of the best clubs. The drinks were very expensive, a bottle of lager would set you back £8 and spirits even more.

However the entrance fee was relatively very low, £3 in fact. This resulted in young working class people coming in to dance rather than drink. It still had an exclusive feel though, as over half of those who queued to get in were turned away by the door staff. No reason was given but it seemed apparent that only physically attractive customers were allowed in. Of course this made it even more popular.

Upstairs was a very different story. Here customers paid £100 to get in, making it the most expensive club in the capital. A bottle of Crystal champagne cost £200 and a meal could add up to three or four hundred per head. However the furnishing was probably the most opulent in Europe. The chairs were covered in velvet, the tables made of mahogany and golden chandeliers gave a gentle lighting.

Here the clientele didn’t worry about the exuberant prices; they were wealthy people to whom a thousand pounds for a night out meant nothing. Should they wish, they could go down the sweeping staircase to the dance floor, but few did proffering to watch the attractive youngsters dancing the night away. Needless to say; those who had entered the club at street level were not allowed to make the opposite journey upstairs, least not without a specific invite.

And amongst this was the vip area, where only the truly elite dined. The furnishing was even more sumptuous and the cutlery was made of gold. Here there was an excess of waiting staff who somehow managed to remain out of sight whilst not required but there in an instant when so.

There were only a dozen tables here and all were being used, mostly by couples. There were Lords, Ladies and the very rich. Two of Hollywood’s finest were there as was an oil billionaire Arab with the most beautiful English girl one could imagine.

At the table with the clearest view of the dance floor sat three of the most elegant Ladies. They were superbly dressed in silk gowns and adorned with jewellery, the combined value of which was over a million pounds.

Two waitresses and a waiter were in exclusive attendance to this table. In truth this made them a little nervous. These Ladies were up near the top of the list as far as regular customers were concerned and the club’s manager acted upon their whims as if they were law. Unfortunately some of these whims could backfire on the staff. A month earlier a waitress had been dismissed on the spot for spilling wine on one of the lady’s hand. When the girl tried to explain it had been the lady’s fault she was marched out of the club by security and informed she would not receive a reference. The Ladies had laughed about the incident afterwards, they could never fathom why some of the lower order became so attached to their jobs.

Tonight they were in good spirits having enjoyed a splendid meal washed down with vintage champagne. The youngest of the group at 47 was Elizabeth; an heiress who had inherited a world famous shoe company. She took little part in the day to day running of the firm but enjoyed in excess of ten million pounds per annum profit from it. She was a petite blonde who could have had any man she wanted even if she had been poor. However, after two divorces she had developed an interest in girls, particularly the two Indonesians she currently employed as maids.

Sitting next to her was the oldest of the group Elise. At 52 she was married to her third husband, Chris. He was twenty years her junior yet was often warned that one wrong step would result in him being replaced by a younger model. Having signed a pre-nuptial barring him from any of his wife’s fortune, Chris was careful not to make any wrong steps.

Then there was Melanie, who at 49 was probably the richest of the threesome. She had been born wealthy, had married into more wealth and through wise investments was now a billionairess. She had been divorced for eight years and now led a lifestyle most couldn’t even dream about. Fundamentally, Melanie did whatever she liked.

For now she was content to sip at her ‘Remy Martin’ and chat to her friends. However, her blue-marble eyes occasionally strayed towards the dance floor below. Elizabeth was explaining she had, had a report that one of her factories in the north was yielding little or no profit. Laughing, Melanie suggested in her cut glass accent, ‘close it! Or at least have your lackeys close it for you.’

Offering an alternative Elise tried, ‘couldn’t you cut the employees’ wages?’

Elizabeth smiled, ‘not really, most of them are on minimum wage anyhow.’

‘Damn Labour Government!’ snorted Elise, ‘in that case, as Mel says close the place down!

Elizabeth nodded in agreement and withdrew a cigarette from her gold case. Within an instant a waitress rushed forward and lit it for her before withdrawing from her eyeline.

Melanie flickered here eyes at her glass then at the waiter. Grasping what she meant he hurried to the bar and returned with three fresh cognacs. As he deftly placed them beside the distinguished clientele, Melanie received a light for her cigarette from the other waitress. She drew sensually on it and calmly blew smoke towards the waiter’s face. This was not an offensive act, she had been brought up to disregard the presence of servants and so had exhaled the smoke in the direction she would have done had he not been there. For his part the waiter took no offence, to keep these ladies happy was his only thought. They could have him dismissed in an instant and he knew it.

The ladies continued to chat about recent trips abroad, between them they’d been to four continents in the past month. Melanie revealed she had bought a holiday property on The Seychelles, ‘just a little place’.

‘How many bedrooms? Asked Elise.

‘Oh just five, or is it six?’

The others smiled, though Elizabeth excused herself to visit the bathroom. The waiter quickly withdrew her chair to ease her departure but was ignored.

The bathroom at ‘The Upstairs, Downstairs’ was an ornate affair. Gold plated taps and marble sinks set off by an ornamental fountain in the middle. Elizabeth glided past the two African girls who worked in the toilet and into a cubicle. Having had her pee she opened the door and stepped back out into the washroom. One of the girls immediately went in to clean the toilet. Elizabeth smiled to herself when she heard the girl flush the toilet, she hadn’t done so herself, why should she when these peons were here to do it for her.

She then approached the sink where the other girl squirted scented soap into her soft manicured hands. Having rinsed she allowed the girl to carefully dry them with a cotton napkin. Elizabeth was about to leave but noticed the large leather throne-like chair provided for patrons who required a shoe shine. Smiling to herself she sat upon the chair without speaking and glanced at the girl and then down at her own feet.

As expected the girl knelt to clean her shoes, not an easy task as they were open toe sandals with very thin strips of soft leather. The difficulty was ensuring she did not touch the skin of Elizabeth’s pedicured feet with the fresh lint cloth. Actually the shoes were not in any way dirty, but Elizabeth enjoyed having the girl grovel before her struggling not to offend.

Fortunately for the girl she managed to complete her task without touching the superior skin before her. Elizabeth pouted a little as she would have liked to have had reason to call the manager to the girl, but decided against fabrication. Instead she took out a two pound coin from her purse and tossed it onto the floor. Retrieving the tip, the girl humbly said, ‘thank you madam, thank you very much’. Elizabeth smiled smugly, rose and left the washroom to rejoin her friends.

Back at the table the other two were discussing the attributes of some of the young dancers below, ‘Mel seems to have taken a shine to that one,’ Elise informed Elizabeth pointing, ‘the black boy with no shirt.’

Elizabeth saw who they meant, a young slim black man who had taken off his shirt and danced superbly. She smiled, despite her recent change in leanings she found the youth attractive and noticed Melanie slowly lick her lips in a predatory manner.

Down below the young man was seemingly oblivious to his gallery as he danced in part with his pretty young partner but mainly solo.

Melanie had always considered the working classes to exist for her use; waiters, drivers, shopgirls, playthings, they were all the same to her. She turned to the waiter and ordered him, ‘fetch me the maitre d’.’

‘At once Madame,’ he stated with a curt bow before departing.

Within a minute the Maitre D’ was at the table, ‘may I be of assistance Madame?’ he asked in an obsequious tone.

‘Yes,’ replied Melanie firmly, ‘you see that boy dancing shirtless?’

Peering over the balcony the Maitre d’ replied, ‘yes Madame.’

‘Good. Have him brought before me. Immediately!’

‘Yes Madame at once.’ He bowed again and left to despatch a member of security on this unusual errand.

Elizabeth and Elise watched in amusement as two strapping doormen practically manhandled the confused youth from the dance floor. They couldn’t help but laugh when they saw the girl he was with begin to cry. Melanie on the other hand didn’t bother to look; she’d given an order and knew it would be obeyed.

Presently the young man, now wearing a white shirt, was brought before them. ‘No, no,’ insisted Melanie waving her hand, ‘I want the shirt off!’

The youth paused as he looked at this Lady feeling nervous. He guessed she was late thirties, forty tops. He could see she was certainly a beautiful woman, a superbly dressed and made up woman. She was obviously very rich, but what made up his mind was a simple fact; she was his better. And so he took off his shirt and stood bare-chested.

Elise reached out and gently squeezed his stomach muscles, ‘mmm, nice and hard,’ she commented. As Melanie watched, she took a long all-white cigarette from her case and placed it between her luscious lips. The waiter stooped to light it for her but her attention was focussed on the half-naked youth before her.

She curled a manicured and bejewelled finger and commanded, ‘here!’

The boy stepped before her, sweating both from his exertions on the dance floor and his nervousness in front of such an elite audience. Melanie took a relaxing pull on her cigarette and confidently exhaled the smoke over the boy’s chest. He disliked the smell of smoke but the mouth watering scent she wore more than compensated.

She took a long look at the boy; he was very handsome with a slim but athletic body. She also enjoyed the apprehension which generated from him. Socially he was utterly inferior to her, but the fact that she sensed he knew that produced a lovely tingle within her. She placed her hand on his chest. He looked down, appreciating that any one of the half a dozen rings which adorned her fingers could have more than paid for the terrace house in which he lived with his parents and siblings. Yet that was not what caused him to shiver; instead it was the silk like softness of the beautiful fingers upon him.

These were hands which had never washed a dish or done an ounce of menial work in the Lady’s life. She momentarily fondled his nipple, producing a slight gasp, then ran a finger down his dark brown torso gathering a fresh trail of sweat. Looking into his eyes she lifted this finger to her mouth and tasted the sweat. Enjoying the taste she smiled, mistakenly he thought she was smiling at him and returned the compliment revealing straight white teeth.

Melanie took another drag on her cigarette and dismissed the bouncers with a nonchalant wave of her hand. She relaxed in her chair and ordered the boy, ‘dance for us!’

He was now too entranced to feel self conscious and began to slowly gyrate. All three ladies watched intensely, enjoying the private show, but Melanie viewed possessively. After five minutes the youth came to a natural climax of this particular dance and so stopped. However Melanie was in control now and ordered, ‘you’ll stop when I tell you to!’ Again he danced, trying with all his might to please this magnificent Lady and her friends.

Elizabeth’s attention strayed somewhat when she noticed the waitress lighting her cigarette was quite pretty. Confident of her standing in the nightclub she slowly ran her petite hand up the back of the girl’s skirt and fondled the top her leg. The waitress almost recoiled but thought better of it. Though she was heterosexual and engaged she knew this Lady held the power of dismissal over her, so submitted like a docile animal.

When Elizabeth had had her fill she withdrew her hand and sucked sexily on her cigarette, smiling as she blew a stream of smoke towards the embarrassed underling. The girl politely and respectfully withdrew to her position in waiting.

As Melanie now accepted a light from the waiter she put up her hand and told the youth to stop dancing. However she still ran her gorgeous eyes over him and asked, ‘how old are you boy?’

Nervously he answered, ‘eighteen Ma’am.’

The ladies laughed in delight at both his young age and his respectful address. Melanie took a long slow drag on her cigarette and spotting the Maitre D’ from the corner of her eye, snapped her fingers at him. He quickly came over to the table and asked, ‘may I be of service Madame?’

Allowing smoke to seep through her immaculate lips she answered, ‘have this boy escorted to my car, it’s just up the road.’

‘Yes Madame.’ Within seconds a member of security was guiding the youth downstairs and out of the club. Everything was happening so fast he didn’t have time to think, let alone ask any questions.

Just up the road, Melanie’s chauffer opened the back door of her Bentley and allowed him to enter and sit down. The doorman gone, the driver sat back in the driving seat but did not speak to his passenger.

As she popped her diamond encrusted mobile back into her bag Melanie noticed the youth’s shirt on the floor. ‘Throw that away,’ she ordered the waiter, ‘and fetch us coffee!’

The conversation turned to a house party Elizabeth was holding later that month. ‘I’ll need to hire some additional staff,’ she commented.

‘Why not borrow a couple from here?’ suggested Melanie, ‘I’m sure they won’t mind.’

Eyeing the pretty waitress, Elizabeth replied, ‘hmm, that’s an idea.’

2

The coffee and chat continued for another hour or so before Elise suggested going home. The others agreed, and Melanie gave a quick signature on the bill without bothering to check the price. The cloakroom staff rushed to bring their jackets to the table before assisting to put them on.

Staff were on hand to open doors for the trio before they departed into the warm night air. Three cars awaited them, each with a chauffer standing to attention beside them. Elizabeth’s ‘Silver Seraph’, Elise’s ‘Phantom’ and finally Melanie’s ‘Bentley’.

They all kissed each other goodnight and promised to call soon before entering their respective cars. As Melanie sat on the fine leather seat she viewed the youth who sat bolt upright, ‘straight home Taylor!’ she ordered the chauffer before switching off the intercom.

As the huge car rolled off the youth asked coyly, ‘please Ma’am do you have my shirt?’

‘Why, are you cold’ she asked feeling his chest.

‘No but….’

‘You won’t need it where we’re going. How much was it anyway?’ Melanie was gently stroking his chest now and he felt his manhood stiffen.

‘F-fifty pounds Ma’am.’

Melanie chuckled, ‘crikey I didn’t know one could still get a shirt so cheap. I’m sure I pay more than that for my servant’s clothes.’ Stroking his face she added, ‘I’m sure if you’re a good boy I can fix you up with something much nicer.’

‘Thank you Ma’am.’

‘That’s ok, as I say; I provide all my servants’ clothes.’

So she appeared to rank him on the level of servant. Looking into her piercing eyes he didn’t care, he’d never dreamt a woman like this existed. And then she kissed him, true, she tasted a little of tobacco and alcohol, but her mouth was so warm and soft. As she slipped her tongue into his mouth he knew he would do anything to be hers.

At first Melanie kissed him gently but soon became more forceful. As she lapped away with her tongue, her hand moved to his crotch. Discovering his cock was now in full erection she kneaded it playfully, pleased with the size and firmness.

The youth almost gasped into her mouth, though he’d been with women before he was completely out of his depth with such a superior being. Coyly, he began caressing her leg but she slapped his hand away.

Melanie knew what she wanted to do; she knew how she wished things to unfold. If she had wanted him to touch her she would have told him to. Time enough for that later. She began stroking his earlobe with her tongue. Taking it into her mouth and gently sucking.

As he felt her warm breath in his ear, he felt his body shake with desire, and then ‘oww!’ she’d nipped his lobe quite hard with her teeth.

She laughed girlishly and stroked his cheek, ‘ah, did that hurt?’ she asked in a sympathetic tone.

‘Yes Ma’am.’

‘Surely you wouldn’t begrudge me a little fun at your expense?’ she pouted.

He looked at her beautiful face and answered earnestly, ‘no Ma’am, of course not.’

Stroking his lips with her elegant forefinger she asked, ‘can I do anything I want with you?’

Infatuated, he answered meekly, ‘yes Ma’am, anything.’

Melanie smiled and kissed him full on the mouth. She took out her cigarette case and slipped a long white between her fingers and then between her lips. She raised an eyebrow at the youth when he didn’t instantly reach for a lighter. Realising his error he quietly admitted, ‘I’m sorry ma’am I haven’t got a lighter.’

Melanie tutted slightly but smiled all the same and reached into her bag for a gold and diamond lighter. Actually she hardly ever used it, 99% of the time there was a servant, a waiter or a fawning admirer on hand to perform this task. Idly she tossed it onto the floor and smiled smugly as the youth scrambled to his knees to pick it up and ignite it for her.

She accepted the light and drew seductively on the filter. The youth made to get back onto the plush seat but she nudged him back down with her foot on his shoulder. ‘No, I require a foot rub, take my shoes off.’ Obediently he removed the expensive footwear which revealed her perfect feet. He looked at them and realized that just as the rest of her they were beautiful; slender, curvy and flawless. Her nails were freshly pedicured and as he began to rub her left foot he found the skin as soft as silk.

He shyly glanced up to see if his massaging met with approval. However Melanie paid little attention as she reclined imperiously above him watching the London streets turn into motorway.

I n time though she gave him a little nudge and he looked up again. She blew a long stream of smoke down towards him and said, ‘you may kiss them if you wish.’

‘Thank you Ma’am,’ he croaked sincerely as he began to press his lips to the wonderful feet in his hands. Soon he was kissing them passionately, lavishing kisses on every square inch of flesh.

Above him Melanie smiled contentedly, she’d never had any difficulty in making a man grovel at her feet, but this black youth attracted her more than anyone else had in a long while. She stubbed out her cigarette and commanded, ‘lick them.’ As he licked away the sweat she closed her eyes and gently dozed away the rest of the journey.

3

As the Rolls drew into the driveway of Melanie’s Hertfordshire Mansion she allowed the youth to replace her shoes and sit back on the seat. He looked in wonderment at the sheer size of the grounds. ‘Blimey’ he thought to himself, ‘they could house the country’s homeless here.’

The chauffer pulled up to the marble stairs which led up to the grand entrance; quickly he alighted the car and held the door open for Melanie and her guest. Lined up on either side of the stairway were her staff. Though it was 2 o’clock, it was customary when she went out for the evening that all the servants were woken to ‘greet’ her homecoming. The butler, footmen, maids, kitchen staff, stable boys and gardeners, 30 in all stood to attention awaiting their mistress’s safe return.

As she passed them on the stairs each servant curtsied or bowed in deference. Melanie didn’t acknowledge any of them; to be fair there were few she could put a name to anyway. The youth followed her in awe; awe at the spectacle of the manor house, but also the way Melanie’s bottom moved as she glided up the stairs.

Ordering the butler to have a maid fetch up champagne, Melanie led the youth upstairs to the master bedroom. On entering, he was again stunned. Not only the size of the room but the pure luxury of it. Silk sheets, velvet chairs trimmed with gold and a carpet one might lose a small dog in.

Melanie lay on the bed but gestured that the youth should remain standing. When the maid came in with an ice bucket containing champagne and two flutes her mistress laughed; ‘no, just one glass, vintage is too good for him.’

‘I’m sorry my Lady,’ answered the girl removing one of the glasses with a curtsy.

She poured a glass for her mistress who told her, ‘take this boy to a guest bathroom and bathe him.’

As the maid curtsied and opened the door for the youth her mistress snapped her fingers twice and added; ‘oh and don’t dry him, bring him back wet!’

As the youth was led into the largest bathroom he’d ever seen he tried to inquisite the maid, ‘please tell me what is her name?’

‘Please sir,’ she answered in a whisper, ‘don’t ask me any questions I need this job.’

He let the matter drop, instead allowing her to draw a bath before getting in. The water was lovely and the bath so large and deep. He was a little uncomfortable with the girl remaining there but still took the soap she offered and cleansed himself.

A few minutes the two of them returned to the master bedroom though the maid was dismissed with a languid wave of her mistress’s hand. The youth now stood, still damp from the bath and with just a towel wrapped around his middle. Melanie had changed into a negligee and looked ravishing

She lay on the bed, reclining on her left elbow watching him and smiling predatorily. She clicked her fingers and pointed to her cigarettes. He quickly opened her case, allowed her to take one and lit it for her. Exhaling a long stream of smoke she told him to kneel by the bed. Here she ran her fingers into his wet hair and pulled his mouth towards her own. Probing his mouth with her tongue, she caressed his trim, muscular body with her hands. Their skill and softness ensured he was filled with lust and desire.

She pulled away from him and told him to stand up. Watching him, she took another drag on her cigarette and commanded, ‘lose the towel!’ The size and hardness of his manhood caused her to gasp slightly, but she smiled and beckoned him closer with a curl of her finger.

As soon as he stepped forward she took a hold on his erect organ. This time it was his turn to gasp, again the softness of her hand had bewitched him Melanie found his cock so appealing she almost licked it, but no, this was not a favoured practice of hers. Instead she took one last long pull on her cigarette before slowly blowing smoke all over his manhood.

With a click of her fingers she gestured to him to remove the ashtray, ‘are you dry now?’ she enquired.

‘I-I think so.’ He answered.

Smiling, she gripped his cock and pulled him onto the ‘Empress’ sized bed. Skilfully she manoeuvred him so he was laying on his back; kneeling up between his legs she slowly removed her negligee. His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her delectable body. Large round breasts set against the backdrop of a perfect collarbone. A curvaceous waist and long shapely legs. All covered in the most exquisite pale skin.

The youth had always considered himself as good as anyone, but no more. ‘This lady is my better’ he thought to himself. She was now slowly caressing his legs and licking his smooth chest, trying to avoid the massive presence of his cock for now. Again she kissed him on the mouth, enjoying herself but realizing what an enormous moment this must be for him.

Melanie rolled onto her back and made herself comfortable on the oversized silk covered pillows. ‘Now then boy,’ she asked in a sexy voice, ‘are you going to do whatever I tell you?’ he looked into her eyes and nodded, feeling both frightened and excited. She smiled, ‘good. Now kiss my naval.’ He did so, slowly and lovingly. On her command he began to lick, gently at first then passionately. Her body tasted as good as it looked and soon he was joyously tonguing her all over her stomach.

‘My breasts,’ she called, ‘but not my nipples!’ 

Oh how he kissed those perfect mounds and licked with true devotion. Up until now he had viewed sex as a means to gain personal satisfaction. Now he found more joy in pleasing this imperious beauty than ever before. He was deliriously happy licking away at the soft flesh though his eye flickered upon the glorious erect nipples so close by.

After twenty minutes of devoted licking Melanie decided to reward. ‘You may lick my nipples.’ He stared at them for a moment, large without being too large, perfectly formed a darkish pink colour. And so erect. He managed to catch his breath before lapping at the one on the right. It tasted delicious, and when he heard her gently moan and felt her caress his head he felt supreme. With her guidance he began to gently stroke one nipple as he sucked the other. And then swap over.

Melanie was truly enjoying this devotion, part of her felt like letting it continue for hours, but the tingling in her vagina was getting the better of her. After another few minutes she lifted his chin with her finger so their eyes met. ‘Well now boy,’ she asked him with a haughty smirk, ‘are you enjoying yourself?’

‘Oh yes Ma’am.’

‘I think we can dispense with the Ma’am now, don’t you?’

The youth nodded, ‘at last she’s going to tell me her name’ he thought to himself.

‘You may call me Your Highness!’

He looked at her in wonderment, ‘I-I’m sorry Your Highness, I didn’t know you were royalty, but I should have guessed.’

She laughed, throwing her head back onto the pillow. When she raised her eyes to him again she informed him, ‘strictly speaking I’m not, but let’s face it, compared to you I certainly am.’

He nodded humbly in acceptance of such an undeniable fact. Happy in the knowledge each knew their place, Melanie pulled his head towards her mouth for a long steamy embrace. She smiled as she felt his huge shaft graze against the top of her leg. Placing her hand firmly on top of his head she declared, ‘between my legs boy!’

He slithered down the bed before gently parting her silky thighs, firm from hours of horse riding. ‘Ok boy,’ she ordered, ‘you may tongue the Imperial clitoris.’

‘Thank you Your Highness,’ he managed before slipping his tongue into the most exalted of places.

Melanie covered him with the gold, silk top sheet so he was in near darkness. This served to heighten his other senses which were given treats he had never dreamed of. The softness of her legs and silkiness of her womanhood. The taste and smell of her and as he licked the sounds of her sighing and moaning.

When she came he hungrily licked up the wonderful juices offered him and then relaxed. ‘Though she was gasping in delight she commanded, ‘did I tell you to stop?’

‘No Your Highness.’ Came a muffled reply.

‘Then get on with it!’

Although she was treating him quite badly he couldn’t help but obey. The fact was he was completely and utterly in love. And so he licked and lapped and sucked for all he was worth. The second orgasm was even stronger and he felt it surge through her delectable body.

Again he gladly swallowed her juices but carried on tonguing her, but again he was contradicted. ‘’up!’ she ordered whilst tossing off the sheet. He coyly raised his head and saw that in post orgasm her face was more beautiful than ever.

Reaching for his organ she began stroking it gently, ‘now then boy, this cock of yours, it’s certainly big and hard but do you know how to use it?

‘Yes Your Highness, I-I mean I think so Your Highness.’

‘And do you think you’re worthy of such a privilege, to fuck such a superior as me?’

‘I’m not worthy Your Highness, but please let me.’

Melanie laughed and stroked his face, ‘perhaps,’ she said, ‘but let’s hear you beg.’

The youth swallowed at his Adam’s apple and any pride he had in tact. ‘Please, please Ma’am, please Your Highness, please may I enter you?’ As he begged, his manhood strained, bobbing up and down grazing Melanie’s thigh in the process.

‘Carry on!’ she instructed Imperiously.

‘Please Ma’am; please let this unworthy boy make love to his better.’

Melanie decided to tease him further, ‘So, you want to be my lover?’

‘Yes Highness.’

‘And you’d be my plaything?’

‘Oh yes Ma’am.’

‘You’d be my servant?’

‘Oh yes Ma’am.’

‘And would you be my slave?’

‘Oh yes Mistress.’

Melanie was enjoying this, ‘and you’d worship me?’

‘Oh yes Goddess.’

This made her laugh and she so enjoyed the pleading look in his eyes. Four or five hours earlier he had been the King of the dance floor at The Upstairs Downstairs Club, full of confidence. Now he was grovelling, begging to copulate with her.

‘And you’re going to devote your life to me from now on?’

‘Yes, Mistress, oh yes Goddess. Without you I am nothing.’

‘Very well slave. Fuck me for all you are worth!’

‘Thank You Your Highness, thank you Your Majesty, thank you Goddess,’ he cried and then slowly but surely entered her.

Melanie instantly realised this was by far the largest cock she had ever encountered. Only just did she manage not to squeal with delight, instead giving a low sigh.

For his part the youth was in ecstasy as he slowly thrust himself backwards and forwards inside this living Goddess. His greatest fear was climaxing too soon especially as he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Her face contorted with the utmost pleasure as she licked and bit her luscious lips. She also gently caressed her marvellous nipples to add to the stimulation she was receiving, a sight which further excited the boy.

On her command he started to make his thrusts longer and faster and so felt every nerve end in his body tingle. Then as she became more and more animated she gave the order he had dreaded; ‘don’t cum until I tell you to!’

He was now going at full pelt, causing her back to arch with each powerful thrust. She became more and more audible as her inevitable orgasm loomed large. And then she was screaming and shouting; ‘Yes, Yes, Yes!’

He himself was so close to the edge he began to beg, ‘please Mistress, please give me release.’

This only added to her lust and she began thrashing about on the bed until the most splendid climax she’d ever experience went through her entire body like a powerful, pleasurable electric shock. Quite still now, the youth began to cry with joy as she lay there uttering, ‘wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.’

For a few minutes the twosome lay motionless yet still intimately attached. Then to his great joy she commanded, ‘again!’

This time he picked up speed from the off and made up his mind that nothing could prevent him from coming this time. Melanie deftly manoeuvred them both so that she was laying on her side and allowed the youth to fuck her quite brutally. Within a few short minutes she felt herself close again and just as she was on the verge shouted through clenched teeth, ‘shoot you black brute shoooot!!’

And so he shot and shot and shot as they both came to glorious climax simultaneously.

As he began to soften he fell out of her and collapsed, sobbing by her side. They lay in silence except for heavy breathing for a few moments. He then gingerly began to stroke her back, and buoyed by her acceptance of this leant over her to kiss her gently. Melanie was not having it though and pushed at his chest, ‘put your trousers on.’ She ordered.

Though crestfallen, he obeyed at once as obedience had served him so well so far. He failed to notice her press a selection of buttons on a remote as he swiftly zipped up his trousers

As daylight began to creep through a small gap in the curtains he looked lovingly at her face and into her eyes. Recovering now she snapped her fingers twice and demanded, ‘cigarette!!’

In an instant he had retrieved her case and lighter and lit her cigarette as it protruded from her delicious lips. She drew slowly and provocatively before blowing a long stream of creamy smoke up into his face. Within a few short hours he had learnt to love this smell. As though it was still smoke it was her smoke.

Melanie smiled at him as she took another deep but elegant puff before releasing more smoke through impeccable lips. He smiled back, a smile of true love and devotion just as the bedroom door opened. He looked round in shock to witness three servants enter, one petite female and two burly males.

The maid curtseyed before her Mistress who instructed her Imperiously, ‘run me a bath. And whilst I am bathing come back and change these sheets!’

The girl curtseyed again and with a ‘yes my Lady’ was gone.

Melanie now addressed her male servants, idly gesturing towards the youth she commanded, ‘throw this nigger off of my estate! And if you see hide or head of it again, set the dogs on it!!’

‘Yes my Lady,’ affirmed the senior of the two as they roughly grabbed the confused youth and hauled him towards the door.

Frightened out of his wits he caught one last glance at the object of his love as he was bundled out of her boudoir. She was not bothering to look but smiled contentedly as she gently exhaled smoke towards the ceiling.

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