However rather than make a tearful relationship-destroying confession, Claire threw herself at her boyfriend, energetically and ingeniously satisfying him, using all of her abundant assets fully so that, when they finally emerged from their bedroom, he was fully sexually sated. Ironically, Claire did fake several orgasms that morning, not being able to get herself fully aroused because of lingering soreness in her arse in particular and because she had so recently experienced such a large penis against which, if she were brutally honest, Danny didn’t quite measure up.
In the end though they had a lovely day together, culminating when Danny insisted they go out for a romantic meal, for which she dressed provocatively in a tiny black low-cut dress, knowing that Danny loved her cleavage.
It wasn’t until Danny pulled Claire out of the taxi that she realised that they were back at the restaurant at which she’d been the night before with Ali and Bianca. Hiding her agitation, she allowed her boyfriend to escort her into the classy eatery.
At the bar she pulled him towards a quiet corner table, wary of meeting anyone who might remember her, and her associates, from the night before.
Luckily the waitress wasn’t anyone she recognised and even went they were shown to their table by the maitre d’, Claire was certain that he hadn’t been on duty the night before. In fact only when the sommelier came to take their wine order did Claire identify anyone who might have seen her here with Ali and Bianca. A raised eyebrow from him suggested he recalled her. She blushed at his attention.
Despite her subtle protestations, Danny ordered a tasting menu of several courses served with an equal number of wines, giving the sommelier, a sloppily plump middle-aged balding Portuguese man with a slick slender moustache and dolorous air, plenty of opportunity to come to their table throughout the meal.
Every time he filled her glass, Claire was acutely aware that he was studying her beyond the normal leering and lechery she got from men interested in her deep creamy cleavage, long stocking-clad legs and perfectly proportioned bum.
Despite her wariness, Claire eventually became a little drunk from the large quantity of high quality wine she was forced to imbibe. She realised this as she stood to visit the lavatory, once more feeling a little unsteady, just like the previous evening.
She took a breath to collect herself, smiled charmingly at Danny and strode across the restaurant in her slinky black dress and killer heels, some high black sling-backed Louboutins with which Danny treated her.
As she left the Ladies’ lavatory, she heard a whispered ‘pssst’ from her left. She turned to find the sommelier beckoning to her from a door off the corridor leading back into the restaurant.
At a loss about what to do, Claire followed him reluctantly into what turned out to be a wine cellar.
“What do you want?” she asked him, her eyes wide.
“You were here last night, no?” he said in a continental accent. Claire nodded shamefacedly in response, noticing the name on his badge: Ricardo, Master Sommelier.
“You are a prostitute?” he said, slowly looking her tall slender yet curvaceous body up and down appraisingly.
“No! Certainly not!”
“Don’t pretend. I can tell them from a mile off! Look at you in your slutty dress with your fat boobies on show and your arse hanging out! And anyway I’ve seen your friend, the lovely black girl here before with different men!”
Claire nodded dejectedly.
“Tonight though you are not with a client?”
Claire didn’t know how to answer. Should she pretend that Danny was a client or not?
Before she could formulate a response, Ricardo shook his head. “No, this man tonight, he is no customer. He loves you with all his heart. I can tell.”
Claire gasped. “How do you know?”
The sommelier tapped his nose meaningfully. “I am a man of the world. I know. That man is besotted by you. I can se it in his eyes. He is no client. But does he know you’re a tart?”
Claire shook her head slowly and Ricardo smiled at her menacingly.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as he reached out cup her breasts but she didn’t stop him from squeezing and fondling them, before sliding his hands down the front of her clingy dress and into her bra to rub his palms over her nipples, involuntarily stiff from the cool air of the temperature-controlled wine room.
“Please stop, someone might catch us!” she whined as scooped her huge boobs out her low-cut dress and strapless bra.
“Magnifico!” Ricardo murmured as he groped her large perky lightly freckled tits, pinching the red tips callously. “No-one comes in here! This is my domain!” he said proudly. “And anyway, unless you want me to tell your boyfriend that you are a whore, you will do as I say!” he ordered, bending down to lick Claire’s small red nipples.
Claire looked around helplessly as Ricardo sucked enthusiastically on her breasts. There was nothing she could do. She had no choice: she knew what he wanted and she had to get this over with quickly so that Danny wouldn’t miss her. Rather than wait for the inevitable, Claire decided to take the initiative.
Despite her visceral repugnance for the disgusting Ricardo and his repulsive body, Claire reached down between his legs to squeeze his already turgid crotch, causing him to moan around a mouthful of her left tit.
When he stopped his objectionable slobbering and brought his oily visage up as if to kiss her pretty fresh face, Claire deftly unzipped his flies and avoided his hungry mouth by elegantly kneeling down on the cold tiled floor and pulling out his unsightly stubby erection, knowing she had to finish him swiftly to avoid unnecessary concern from Danny.
Although Ricardo was tidily groomed and smartly dressed in the restaurant’s uniform, his personal hygiene turned out to be less than adequate, causing Claire to quietly retch at the miasmic reek emanating from his grubby unwashed genitals. Thinking of her relationship, Claire steeled herself and slid her mouth staunchly over his diminutive organ, causing the sommelier to groan appreciatively at the touch of her moist lips
Roughly sliding her tongue around his foul-tasting knob, Claire paused to spit out a build-up of tainted saliva, before working up the courage to take him back into her beautiful sweet mouth. Ricardo, losing control, grabbed Claire by her long shiny red hair and began to fuck her mouth forcefully.
Within seconds, he barked blissfully and thrust his entire cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his bristly dark pubes and ejaculated profusely down her throat. Claire was pleased that he’d come so quickly, evidently not used to such enthusiastic oral sex from a beautiful young woman, and swallowed his foetid load gratefully despite its rank taste.
After waiting a few moments to allow his filthy spurts to die away, Claire licked his knob clean, or as clean it could be made via her tongue anyway, forcing herself to gulp down what was left in her mouth.
She stood up, lifting her bra and dress up to contain her colossal breasts once more. She looked up at Ricardo who was breathing hard, leaning against a rack of Argentine Malbecs. “Please, can I go now?”
He nodded unsteadily, gesturing back out of the door.
Claire, checking no-one was around, slipped back into the ladies to wash her mouth out as best she could and to reapply her bright red lipstick.
Altogether, she had only been delayed for a few minutes by her insalubrious diversion and she was thankful that Danny hadn’t seemed to notice she’d been gone any significant time. Indeed she was almost proud that she’d been able to deal with her potentially calamitous quandary so resourcefully and efficiently.
She sat down and immediately downed a glassful of syrupy Orange Muscat, left over from dessert, swilling it around her gums to get rid of the lingering aftertaste of the lewd wine-waiter’s spunk, before smiling dazzlingly at Danny.
Claire calmed down to the point that she was able again to make small-talk and flirt with her boyfriend while they sipped their coffees, hopeful that he hadn’t noticed any irregularity.
Suddenly though Danny grabbed Claire’s hands which only moments before had been masturbating an unattractive and peculiarly hirsute stranger.
“Claire, I love you so much,” Danny started, causing her to beam appreciatively. Before she could reply, he continued. “I’ve been really nervous all evening and think perhaps you haven’t been yourself either, have you?”
Claire gasped, terrified by what he might say next. Her anxiety rose further as the smirking sommelier approached the table with two graceful champagne flutes, full of pale gold fizz. Not him again!
Danny waited as Ricardo carefully placed the two glasses down and winked lewdly at Claire. Luckily Danny didn’t notice; in fact he seemed somewhat distracted.
Once the sommelier had oozed away, Danny cleared his throat. “You see, Claire. The thing is. Well…” He paused again, obviously struggling with what he wanted to say.
Claire was petrified. Had he noticed something with the wine-waiter? Or had he found out her previous night’s whoring? Or maybe he’d uncovered one of previous indiscretions, all of which were perfectly justifiable but somewhat difficult to explain?
Anxiously she lifted her glass to down her champagne and paused. She had to say something before he did! She opened her mouth, ready to confess, ready to apologise, ready to admit everything when she noticed something at the bottom of her glass. Something unexpected. Something gold and shiny. Something really quite wonderful.
She looked up at Danny who was smiling. “What I mean to say, Claire, is, well, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Claire looked at the great big stone set in a gold band resting innocently in her champagne. She couldn’t believe it!
“Oh, Danny! I love you too!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Yes, of course I will!”