The masked charity ball is boring but you are enjoying watching me work the room and charm everyone who I meet. I have been introducing to all my counterparts to you as we move from group to group around the large ballroom. After I introduce you to a wealthy museum benefactor and his wife, you get caught in an all too familiar awkward conversation with her as I continue an in-depth fundraising conversation with her husband. She is smiling too hard at you and laughing at jokes you are not making. You've been in this position before, having women throw themselves at you. It annoys you because I happen to find this phenomenon particularly amusing and I've told you more than once that especially all dressed up in a suit or tuxedo that you are panty dropping hot. When she moves in too close and rubs her hand up and down your arm you hastily step away and look up to find her husband talking with a new group of people; his back to you and I am nowhere in sight. You scan the immediate area assuming that I couldn't have gone far but you don't see me anywhere. You turn away from the woman who is once again trying to invade your personal space and walk away without a word or a backward glance.
You grab a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter as you start to maneuver your way through the heavily crowded room. You need to find a vantage point that will enable you to catch my location but nowhere seems right. You curse silently under your breath and wish that we had never left the limo. You'd been forced to rush earlier and even though you had found release by driving hard into my tight pussy, you were not satisfied. You had wanted to take your time and peel me out of my dress getting a good look at my stockings and lingerie before you tasted my skin and nipped your way between my thighs.
You audibly sigh in frustration now and decide that as soon as you find me, you are dragging me out of the ballroom and checking us into the hotel, where you can do anything you wish to me without interruption.
As you turn to head across the ballroom towards the exit and the check-in desk you crash straight into twin blondes. They are cute and young and momentarily distracted you don't notice that they have each latched onto an arm and are propelling you towards a back door. Still stuttering over apologies, you almost miss the one on the right say "Don't worry baby! This is going to be fun!"
Within moments of the obviously intended crash, the three of you are in a service elevator heading up and the blondes have you pushed up against the back wall, effectively blocking the exit. They both try to get in the space directly in front you, aggressively pawing at you and moaning softly. You can feel their perky breasts pressing up against your chest while their hands are unbuttoning your shirt and their lips kiss across your jawbone. Normally you would be more than willing to randomly hook up with two hot young blondes who are down to fuck but for some reason despite their very palpable eagerness to fuck you senseless in this service elevator, you cannot seem to get more than half excited. You try to shake off your apathy and concentrate on their bodies and their hands; which are now inside your shirt and working on undoing your pants, but you just aren't interested and thankfully before you are forced to explain to them why you don't want to be in this threesome, the elevator dings and the doors open. The blondes pull you forward again, moving quickly out and through a service corridor and into a proper hotel hallway. You quickly figure out that they've brought you up to the penthouse level and as you reach one of the only two doors on the floor, they stop and knock.
When the door swings open, it takes a moment for you to register that I am standing there in front of you wearing leather boots, my thigh high stockings and a one piece black lace teddy which is pushing my breasts up so high that you are sure they are going to burst out of the top at the slightest movement. My raven hair is loose floating around my head and my lips are curved up in a wicked grin.
At the sight of everything you'd just recently been wishing for, your cock instantly becomes hard and you lift your hand to reach out and run your fingers across my collar bone, intending to move down from there to my straining breasts.
I turn away from the door before you can touch me and as I walk away and deeper into the room I say in an authoritative tone, "bring him in here girls, divest him of his clothing and don't forget to shut the door."
The blondes wordlessly follow my orders, shutting the door behind us and moving you forward into the suite's second room, which you observe has a four poster king size bed and oddly enough a makeshift throne up against a wall of windows that overlook the twinkling city lights. You see immediately that I have seated myself on the throne and that I am watching you as the blondes gag you and strip off your tuxedo. Your cock is very hard now and you look at me pridefully as the blondes coo over your muscular body. You let them push you down to your knees and the last thing you see is a devilish glint in my eyes as I look at your hard cock and they put a blindfold over your eyes. Several minutes pass by and the blondes are greedily running their hands across your skin and stroking your cock which is already dripping pre-cum and then you hear me say;
"You are no longer needed girls." It is kind order and immediately the girls begin to protest.
