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Dubai - One Year Before Lord Tilsbury’s Funeral
Charlotte sat in the comfortable wing-backed lounge chair her legs demurely crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a dark green business suit, the jacket was open and her pert breasts strained at the tight white silk blouse, the skirt was so tight that without the kick pleat that effectively split the skirt to her thigh, she wouldn’t have been able to sit at all.
Her blonde hair had been coiffeured only that morning, tinged platinum, her fringe straightened and the nap crinkle-ironed. She had argued with the coiffeur that the style was too young for her but he had flattered her and told her that she looked wonderful. Charlotte was did not succumb to flattery but she agreed that she did look good. She wanted to look her best.
She’d had the hotel’s beauty therapist come to her suite and give her a makeover; she favoured heavy makeup, with dark eyes, rouged cheeks and red lipstick, which she wore well. She jokingly told the cosmetologist that the look she wanted was ‘eighties high-class hooker’. They had both broke up over the joke.
But what she did want was to look every bit the professional businesswoman whilst also looking unbelievably sexy. She was wearing almost transparent full-cut panties and matching bra; the areola of her breasts were faintly visible through the diaphanous fabric of her blouse and brassiere. She wore Pretty Polly fully-fashioned, 15 denier stockings held up by the flimsiest suspender belt and her feet were shod in Christian Louboutin four-inch high heels.
Sitting across from her in the Dubai Hilton’s penthouse suite was Prince Saheed bin Alrani, next in line to the throne of one of the six Emirates. He appraised Charlotte whilst listening intently to what she had to say.
“An interesting story Ms Beason, fascinating in fact but I’m not sure I have need of your services,” he sipped his tea.
Charlotte had told Saheed of an organisation called the Society of the Masters of the Circle who recruited virgins as soon as the reached the age of consent and offered them the position as a Novice.
“They are required to devote themselves to the Masters of the Circle and to be disciplined and discreet. They undertake training at Chelmsford Hall much like a nun in nunnery, but the dedication required is not to a deity, it is to flesh and blood human beings, to men, to their Masters.”
“Once they complete their training they become Acolytes; devotees to their way of life; a lifelong commitment to the Society of the Circle. At the age of twenty-five they are released from servitude at Chelmsford Hall and are given a stipend that sets them up for the rest of their lives so long as they remain Acolytes,” Charlotte explained.
“So they are really nothing more than high-class prostitutes,” Saheed took a cigarette from a gold case and then offered it to Charlotte.
Charlotte reddened but suppressed her anger.
“Oh they are much more. They are devoted to their Masters, nothing is denied. They are discreet, beautiful, elegant and well educated,” She leaned forward to take a light from Saheed’s lighter knowing that he would look at her breasts.
“And you have stolen some of these women and girls from this Circle and they now work for you and this company you own. Charlotte’s Web,” Saheed blew smoke at the ceiling.
Again Charlotte repressed her ire and smiled sweetly.
“They have been recruited, not stolen Prince. I merely offered them an alternative. Work for me as Sisters of the Web and get paid extremely well for their services. The stipend offered by the Circle has not kept up with the cost of living and is not reflective of the income needed by these women to live the lifestyle they desire,” Charlotte corrected him.
“I directly and discreetly also recruit girls other than Acolytes who meet my standards. I have set up my own Finishing School to indoctrinate these candidates as Sisters of the Web; there simply aren’t enough Acolytes of the Circle willing to defect to me to meet the needs of my clients in Europe, Singapore, Japan and Australia.”
“But they are not virgins when you recruit them; only these so called Novices,” Saheed nodded sagely.
“Men who subscribe to Charlotte’s Web are guaranteed beautiful, exquisite, sexually talented, well educated and most importantly, discreet company whenever and wherever they want it. Of course it comes at a price but it could crudely be compared to an ‘all you can eat buffet’ of delicious woman-flesh,” Charlotte smiled.
“But we already have this in my country,” the Prince smiled back at her.
“I am well aware of your, ahem, recruiting tactics, Prince. But what I offer would mean you would no longer need to keep your harem of Western women, some of whom I believe are not necessarily content with their arrangements,” Charlotte countered diplomatically.
“My friends and I like the ones who put up a struggle at first,” Saheed’s grin was quite salacious.
“So I’m afraid your proposal is declined Ms Beason,” Saheed straightened up and was preparing to leave.
He half-rose and then sat down again and looked at Charlotte pensively.
“However. These Novices you speak of; these virgins. We would be very interested in acquiring them,” he stroked his thin beard.
Charlotte smiled. She was expecting a counter offer.
“They are very hard to acquire. I do have someone inside the Circle at Chelmsford Hall who recruits Novices for me but we have to be extremely cautious and we only take a few from the pool so to speak,” Charlotte sipped her tea.
“And if I supplied them to you; it would only be for a short time. Once they are deflowered I would want them back working for me as Sisters of the Web,” Charlotte pursed her lips.
“Acceptable. Once they are sullied and have been tasted by each of my colleagues they will be of no further use to me or my colleagues anyway, as we have our harem to keep us amused,” Saheed nodded his assent.
“They will not come cheap,” Charlotte was all business now.
“We will negotiate a good price and the girl will get half. You will ask too much and I will offer too little but eventually we will reach an agreement to all of our satisfaction,” Saheed smiled and made to stand again.
“One stipend to the deal if I may?” Saheed smiled.
“Anything within reason,” Charlotte smiled back.
“One year’s free membership of Charlotte’s Web. I can use it when I travel; let’s call it a sweetener,” Saheed chuckled.
“Done!” Charlotte stood and offered her hand.
Saheed bowed his head and kissed Charlotte’s hand. He looked her in the eyes.
“You are an Acolyte of the Circle, you wear the ring?” he took her left hand and displayed the serpent ring on her wedding ring finger.
“But I am confused; you are also a Sister of The Web?” he asked.
“I suppose I am; I have never thought about it that way,” Charlotte smiled back at him.
“In that case; now that I am a member of Charlotte’s Web I wish to fuck you,” Saheed grinned.
“Oh!” Charlotte was surprised.
She was not expecting this. She was still an Acolyte of the Circle and would readily service any Master of the Circle who demanded her services but that hadn’t happened for a very long time and as the founder, owner and manager of Charlotte’s Web she herself had never been requested to offer her services. But she supposed for all intents and purposes that she too was a Sister of The web.
The prince was extremely handsome in that swarthy way that some Arab men have. He was dark-skinned with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, tall and athletic in his Hugo Boss suit.
“Of course Master. All you need ever say is ‘I have need of your service,’ and any of the Sisters of The Web will be compliant to you needs,” Charlotte put her arms around Saheed’s broad shoulders and kissed him softly.
She broke the kiss just as their passion began to build.
“There is one thing you should know. I’m not necessarily what I seem,” she smiled coyly.
“I know you are a mukhannath. What westerners call a pre-op transsexual?” Saheed raised his brow.
“I too have done my research,” he spread his arms and opened his hands in a conciliatory gesture.
“I don’t consider myself ‘pre-op’ per se. I’ve had plenty of ‘ops’; what you see before you has been refined and shaped by the surgeon’s knife. I just haven’t the desire nor the inclination to replace what I have between my legs; I think I am perfect just the way I am,” Charlotte grinned seductively.
“You are indeed a rare and exotic creature and I find you fascinating,” Saheed took her hand again and kissed it.
“Now Charlotte Beason; I have need of your service,” he smiled and pulled her to him.
Charlotte became immediately aroused as the young Prince embraced her; his tongue explored her mouth and she reciprocated. It had been quite some time since she had been made love to and her ardour to please and be pleasured was ignited. She wrapped her arms around Saheed and her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his shoulders. She lifted one leg and locked it around his calf; moulding herself to his body.
It was not only the flesh of Saheed’s shoulders that was hard; she could feel his manhood, thick, long, and hard as steel pressing against her. She complied when Saheed began to ease her towards the bed.
Saheed unclenched her arms from around him and pushed Charlotte down on the bed. She lay on the white satin coverlet, her breasts heaving and her legs spread as far as her tight skirt would allow. Saheed gazed at her beautiful face and then his eyes began a journey down her body, her pert breasts pushing at her tight satin blouse, trim waist and flat stomach and those lovely long legs sheathed in gossamer hose. The split in her skirt displayed one of her legs all the way to the top of her thigh.
“Magnificent,” Saheed gasped and ripped off his clothes.
Charlotte watched the young man undress; his body tanned, tight and muscled. When he dropped his briefs she was impressed by the heft of his manhood; it was the largest penis both in girth and length that she had ever seen. A filament of clear pre-ejaculate oozed from his glans and the appendage appeared to her to be palpitating.
Charlotte struggled out of her jacket and was attempting to unbutton her blouse when Saheed fell on her and began to ravish her.
“Don’t worry about the suit; I’ll buy you all the clothes you want,” he growled as he crushed his mouth to hers and tore open her blouse.
He entwined his fingers in the clasp of her brassiere and tore that garment from her body. Charlotte gasped with pain; but it was an exciting pain, an arousing pain that further awakened her desire.
Saheed was straddling Charlotte, kissing her almost viciously. His big hands pawed at her breasts, cupping and squeezing them; tweaking her nipples. Charlotte gasped into Saheed’s mouth; she had not been taken like this before, even when the Masters of the Circle had used her. She was being ravaged, defiled, violated ... and she loved it.
Saheed’s lips fell to her breast and he nipped at her teats as they hardened. Charlotte squealed and stroked his leonine head, encouraging him to suckle her breasts. Charlotte moaned like a whore as Saheed lay on top of her, pressing his huge cock against her belly as he sucked and nibbled her nipples.
Saheed moved his mouth from her breasts and returned his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, rubbing his cock on her flat stomach. Charlotte guided his face back to her breasts, she wanted more, and she began to writhe and moan underneath the big man.
Saheed pushed himself up and extricated himself from Charlotte’s grasp. He flipped her over and tore off her skirt, renting it in two along the pleat. He tore off the remains Charlotte’s blouse leaving her dressed only in panties, stockings and heels.
He flipped her over again so that she was on her back facing him. They were both panting with exertion and lust.
Charlotte reached up to him, beseeching him to come into her arms, which he did. He fell on her and Charlotte lifted her legs and wrapped them around his torso.
They kissed and pawed at each other, Charlotte bit his lip and drew blood and Saheed raked her milky white breasts, scratching her soft creamy flesh. Charlotte lifted her groin off the bed, pressing her panty-clad crotch against his hard cock.
Charlotte’s panties were torn from her body and with it her gaff. Her penis was erect and leaking precum.
“Take me please Master,” Charlotte growled and bit Saheed’s earlobe.
Saheed lifted Charlotte’s legs and opened them wide; he put her ankles over his shoulders so that Charlotte lay under him, her buttocks raised. He kissed her nylon-encased ankles, nipping at the flesh and Charlotte reached for his manhood, she bucked under him, trying vainly to put his penis into her puckered bud.
“Beg for it you whore!” Saheed looked down at her, his piercing blue eyes lit with lust.
“Fuck me Master! Please fuck me!” Charlotte pleaded.
Saheed impaled Charlotte with one thrust.
Charlotte screamed.
Saheed’s cock nearly split her he was so big.
Charlotte pulled his face to hers; she was crying with pain and pleasure. Saheed’s cock was a burning poker inside her tight rectum but underneath the pain, an intense sensuality and desire was building. Charlotte wrapped her arms around Saheed’s neck and kissed him deeply and intensely. To his surprise instead of trying to extract his penis from her tight anus she began to fuck him; lifting herself up off the bed and grinding her buttocks to intensify their pleasure. His huge cock was triggering the pleasure centres in the nerves ringing her sphincter and pressing delightfully on her prostate.
Saheed began to fuck the beautiful woman impaled on his phallus lying beneath him. Her tight passage had been pre-lubricated, and now the rivulet of precum leaking from Saheed’s cock commingled with the lubricant greasing Charlotte’s back passage. He was able to fuck Charlotte with long slow strokes as she lay beneath him, writhing with pleasure and raising her buttocks to meet his thrusts.
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