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She’s gotten rid of her thong at the same time as her stockings which means I won’t be able to get that view again after she stands up. I should probably berate her for that, but I let it slide. I’m not really trying to humiliate her in front of all these men. Certainly not for Travis’s added pleasure.

She gets rid of the apron next. Throwing it roughly at me and causing the men in the room to laugh.

Flush, chest heaving, hand shaking some, she reaches up and undoes the strings of the bodice of her maid outfit, loosening the top. Then, she slowly takes her arms out the sleeves, continuing to glare the entire time. But it’s hard to care when her face is so flush and red and my cock is so hard.

With her arms out and the dress loosened, there’s nothing keeping the dress on her. When she lets go of the fabric, it falls from her body, leaving her naked.

I’ll never get over the novelty of it. Of seeing her perky breasts, her slim waist, her curvy hips. I wonder if it’s the same for her when I open my pants and reveal my hard cock. There’s more I could make her do. There’s more I’m going to have to make her do because surely that was hardly enough punishment to satisfy Travis and Harp. But I can’t wait. I need to fuck her.

“Turn around,” I order.

She wordlessly does.

“Now come sit on my cock.”

She does. Slowly backing up. Positioning her legs on either side of me before grabbing my cock and sinking her hole over it.

I grab onto her hips tightly as pleasure begins to overcome me. Fuck. She’s so tight and so good and, despite the situation, so wet.

“Now ride me.”

She does, beginning to rock methodically back and forth, up and down on my cock. If it was just us, she’d go slow. She’d drive me crazy. Make me wait until she found her own pleasure before letting me find mine. Because she knows I like it better that way. After she comes, that is. Not particularly the slow pace.

Instead, she starts off as fast as she can go. And fuck, I just know everyone in the room is getting quite the view. Of my cock in her hole, of her tits bouncing up and down with the rhythm. Of her hair falling out its bun. Of her mouth falling open as she gasps every now and then when my cock strikes her just right.

Fuck, I wish I could turn her around and see it myself. But we have to put on a show. And there’s nothing more sexy and humiliating to them than for her to be forced on display like this while they think she’s being forced to fuck me when she really doesn’t want to. But that’s the thing. She is being forced to fuck me right now. But also, she really wants to.

I let out a loud groan as I feel myself start to come. Dele feels it too, because she rotates her hips, all the way around in a circle around my cock, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm from exploding and consuming me if I wanted to. I hold her hips so tight, I know they’re going to bruise later as I finish coming inside her.

As I come down, I run a hand up and down her back while holding her in place.

“Fuck, that was so good. You were such a good girl for me.”

She tenses beneath me. Oh, she really hates that.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s time to take her up to my suite and finish this. But like I predicted, this wasn’t enough for the people in this room that want to see her punished.

“If you’re done with her,” Harp says, “Send her over here so I can have a go at her. Seems like she’s actually good at her job after all.”

I grin, though inside I’m seething. Harp is going to die. Not any time soon. It’s going to have to wait until I’ve killed Pray. Then, he’s going to die. Not to mention every man in this room. Except for Travis. I need him. But he’s going to be facing his own humiliation soon enough. And Revnor who… who isn’t in the room anymore. He must have left not long after this started along with his caterers. Because he was here right before Dele began to strip.

I briefly lament not paying more attention when Harp introduced the other guests earlier. Now I’m going to have to look them up.

“Oh, I’m far from done with her,” I say. “In fact, no one touches her except me.”

Harp nods his head and doesn’t argue. Good. I’ve paid him enough.

“That was hardly enough of a humiliating punishment, though,” Travis says.

He’s still the most dressed of anyone here, but that’s not to say he’s not aroused. That he’s not experiencing his own brand of hunger. I almost feel bad for the poor boy he’s going to drag back to his suite tonight.

“You’re right,” I agree. Then I say to Dele, “You didn’t enjoy that much. Did you, girl?”

Dele doesn’t answer. I squeeze her hip in warning.

“No,” she finally grits out.

“Can’t have that, can we?” I ask.

Then I lift her off me and sit her on the couch before standing up and putting my cock back in my pants and doing them back up. There will be more time for that later.

“Spread your legs. Wide,” I add.

She does so.

Her pussy is glistening with my come and her arousal combined. Normally, I’d bend down and just use my bare hands and mouth. I prefer to use my bare hands and body for everything. Killing. Sex. Doesn’t matter. But I’ve got an idea tonight.

“Harp. Have one of your people bring me the strongest vibrator you’ve got.”

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