Keep yourself to the men you've chosen
From Create Your Own Story
In between the moans and grunting, you get out an apology to the cheering throng while still getting double penetrated.
"Sorry boys," you start. "But I don't think I have it in me," you giggle a bit at yourself for your poor choice of words, given the circumstances.
"I couldn't please everybody. And even if I tried, I couldn't give everyone the attention they fully deserve. I'd just be half-assing it." To further induce a pun, the young stallion fucking your ass starts to really pound it "GAH! And as you can see, I kind of need all of it right now!"
With that, you're quickly put back on terra firma. You finish removing the dress, and the chosen men in turn get completely undressed as well. A corner of the room near the throne is made for you, putting both your gorgeous body and the men you've chosen on display.
This is neither cuckolding or infidelity, as you are not committed to anyone nor did you choose any of these men for their endowments, though some are impressive. However, this display is as much a reminder of power and position as it is a display of eroticism and debauchery. Everything that occurs; the men, the positions, the pacing, the hardness, is all dictated by you. You are not some tavern wench or well-mannered courtesan. You are nobility, and now officially the Maiden Queen. Nothing happens here without your permission, explicit or implicit. That said, the realm of what you are ready and willing to permit is quite expansive, and you display that as well. You allow yourself to get face-fucked. You accept getting pinned to the wall with a cock up your ass. You have no problem as your pussy gets filled with cum.
As you go through your sexual escapades, some of the men watching get a little ambitious. Still dressed, they pull their dicks out and start jerking off in front of you. They look like they have every intention of getting off. Some of them look a bit angry, though that could just be how they get in that state. You decide to throw the spectators a bone. You put your tiara on as you ride the dick of the last man who hasn't cum. You beckon the masturbators closer and let them release their loads upon you. It may be a consolation prize to actually getting a chance to fuck, but much appreciated.
The festivities conclude shortly after, with most of the party guests happy with the events. You have a private after-party in your bedroom with one or two of your favorite men. You sleep soundly, ready to see what the first day as Queen will bring.
