I booked the suite for one reason to be worshipped.

I told them to arrive at midnight sharp, no earlier, no later, and to bring nothing but their obedience. Three men, different ages,

different builds, all with the same looks in their eyes when I opened the door. Submission.

I didn't say a word at first, just walked slowly in front of them,

letting them see what they came for. Black heels, thy high stockings, red lipstick, matching lingerie,

and a diamond-steadetted collar around my throat.

I saw them twitch hard beneath their pants and smirked.

Strip, I finally said.

They obeyed in seconds, standing naked in front of me, like good boys, eyes down,

cocks hard, throbbing already.

I walk between them, fingers grazing their chests, scratching lightly, than harder, nails dragging down to their thighs, until they all trembled.

You get to watch each other please me tonight, I said, if you make a sound without permission, you'll be punished.

Then I picked one, the quiet one.

I made him lie back on the bed while I climbed on top of his face and ground down like it was my throne.

He moaned against my pussy, and I slapped his chest.

Don't make a fucking sound, just suck. He obeyed, tongue moving fast and deep, exactly how I wanted, while I leaned back and locked eyes with the other stroking their cocks, desperately trying to stay silent.

I came on his tongue, once, twice, and then stood up slick and dripping.

I pointed to the strongest one next.

On the edge of the bed, hands behind your back, I'm going to ride your cock and use you

until I finish, understand. Yes, mistress,

I didn't ease onto him. I dropped my weight down in one hard thrust, making him grunt as I gripped

his shoulders and fucked him.

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