Once Stella had finished serving everyone and took her position to the side, I looked up at her and beckoned her over. "Stella, come here and eat with us," I commanded, my voice firm yet inviting.@@@@

    Stella hesitated, her eyes widening slightly as she wrung her hands together anxiously. "Master... I am a maid. It would not be proper for me to dine with you," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty and apprehension.

    I realized then that I had set her knowledge and protocols to that of a traditional maid. While Margaret, designed to be my personal secretary, had no such reservations, Stella was bound by her programming to maintain certain boundaries.

    I raised an eyebrow, my voice taking on a stern edge. "So, are you going to deny your master''s order now, Stella?" I asked, my gaze locked onto hers, challenging her to defy me.

    Stella hesitated, her anxiety palpable as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "No, Master... I wouldn''t dare," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I held up a hand, silencing her protests. "Come here, Stella," I commanded, my voice brooking no argument.

    Stella walked over to my side, her steps tentative and uncertain. As she reached me, she looked around the table, realizing that there was no empty chair for her to sit in.

    Before she could react, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto my lap, my cock pressing firmly against her ass, making her gasp in surprise.

    "Ah!" she exclaimed, her body tensing as she tried to stand back up. I held her tightly in place, my arms wrapping around her waist, preventing her from escaping.

    "Where do you think you''re going, Stella?" I growled, my voice low and commanding. "I gave you an order, and you will obey it."

    I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Stella, are you ready to take your Master''s cock in your virgin pussy? Are you ready to let your pussy taste the cum of your Master?" My voice was low and husky, laced with lust and dominance.

    Stella''s eyes widened, her body tensing at my words. She looked back at me, her expression a mix of fear, excitement, and submission. "Master... I... I don''t know if I can..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

    I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in my chest. "Don''t worry, Stella. I will make sure you can take every inch of me. I will make sure your pussy knows who it belongs to," I growled, my voice filled with determination and desire.

    I could feel Stella''s body relaxing slightly, her hips beginning to move in sync with mine, her pussy growing wetter and more eager with each passing moment. I knew that she was mine for the taking, mine to enjoy, mine to deflower and claim as my own.

    "Master... please... be gentle..." she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading murmur.

    I smiled a wicked, predatory grin. "Gentle? Where''s the fun in that, Stella? I''m going to fuck you hard and deep, and you''re going to love every second of it," I promised, my voice a dark, seductive purr.

    With a firm grip on her hips, I lifted Stella slightly, positioning the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I could feel her tense, her body anticipating the inevitable. With a swift, decisive motion, I pulled her down onto my cock, impaling her on my length.

    Stella threw her head back, a loud, piercing scream escaping her lips. "AAAAAAAH!" she cried out, her body convulsing as she struggled to accommodate my size. The head of my cock was now lodged firmly inside her tight, virgin pussy, the sensation reminiscent of when I first took Margaret.

    The sudden, intense sound of Stella''s moan drew the attention of the other women at the table. Jessica, Margaret, Karen, and Julie exchanged curious glances before slipping under the table to investigate the source of the commotion.

    As they huddled beneath the table, their eyes widened in shock and awe at the sight before them. Stella''s body was stretched taut, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around my cock, and her maid skirt hitched up to reveal her exposed, impaled form.