Ms. Poppy

Annabelle lead you through the magnificent corridors of the mansion. A freshly cleaned carpet layed on the floor and marble columns guided the walls. You arrived again in the main hall where you watched the servants readying the place before. Now you find the results of the preparations in front of you. Many tables with white cloths upon them, chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, bushes and bouquets decorating the hall. The tall doors were open, allowing a. Jew into the gardens. The green light flooding in and with it the young summer breeze of the evening. Outside you saw a big Plateau on which a Band is preparing their performance for later. And everywhere were maids, holding plates with food and beverages. Very easily you could spot the masters. There were 7 of them, all in a very expensive looking black suit and all of them were big handsome black men.

Just every single one of them were head to head with Angus when it comes to looks, muscles and height. Not mentioning their tendency to intimidate you with just their presence. Speaking of Angus, he was the only one you couldn’t make out. And while staring at these men you started your dick growing hard in your suit trousers. What the hell is wrong with you? With all that Angus put you through? The humiliation, hurt and ruined orgasms. Yet your tiny dick was as hard as it has been throughout the day.

As you tried your boner with your hands, Anne poked you and said: “There is Ms. Poppy, John”. You heart sank as you made eye contact with your boss, that you never have seen outside of the office. Rarely even there. She was more like your bosses boss. With small steps in her gigantic high heels, she came towards you. “Ah, John, good to see you”, she claimed loudly and went for a hug. Very unprofessional but you could tell she wasn’t in a professional mood. Her dress was clustered with sequins and one leg was completely uncovered just as her cleavage and shoulders. She was one hell of a milf right now. Without thinking you hugged her back and greeted her, only now realising that you’re pressing your wood into her thigh. She took a step back visibly surprised. She must have felt it. She glanced to Anne and then back at you. You were blushing unable to say something. “I take it, you took a liking for Annabelle here?”, she said still flustered: “I must say I’m surprised that your… well… it doesn’t really matte, does it?”. She smiled at you lovingly. How does she know annes name? And why is she so fine with you having a boner? Since you woke up this morning your dick is erect and you’re teased and denied over and over again and just now it shows. Your already from this hug on the brink of cumming. “Is everything alright here?”, you hear a deep voice behind you. It was one of the masters. A tall black man staring down at you. Ms. Poppy immediately leans on him, touching his chest with her feminine hand. “Oh yes, certainly, Marcus. I was just taken aback by poor John here…”, she said quietly but making sure that you could listen in: “It seems he hasn’t fully arrived here. Wasn’t he able to… participate in the houses traditions yet?”. There was almost a motherly care in her voice. If it wasn’t for her menacing gaze upon you, you would not feel as uncertain. “From what I’ve heard, you don’t have to feel sorry, he certainly has”, Marcus glanced over to you amused: “His maid Anne and Master Angus are taking good care of him, right?”. You were so uncomfortable next to him so you just nodded in the hope it was the right choice.

Ms. Poppy stepped closer to Anne. In fact as close as possible and nonchalantly she reached under her skirt. She gasped and tensed up as Ms. Poppys face turned satisfied. “Yes, your standards hav not changed”, she said smirking at you. Now the penny dropped. She was in on it. Everything. How they treated you must be common practice. Is she surprised that your dick isn’t locked away? Will they lock it? You panicked and started looking around and only now the other guest came into your consciousness. All of them were rich, or at least looked like that. Only beautiful women of all ages and black men by their side. From the roundabout put hundred guests that already arrived only a handful were white males, and all of them had their wives talking with other men. Black men. Your dick only grew harder by the second and you body felt hot as fire. Just then you felt your bosses hand on your crotch. “Shh shh”, she cooed while caressing your dick: “I know it’s all a bit much, but you have to calm down, little one”. Oh god, you felt a wet spot forming in your expensive suit. “We don’t want you to make a mess in your trousers now, do we?”, she looked at you intimidating. You hear violins starting to play as she whispered into your ear: “Come dance with me and I will explain everything to you that I know”. Lucky for you, she let go of your penis. Otherwise you would have cum right there and then.