My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Holy fucking shit, it had to be true.

Mason looked at me with the same question in his eyes. I communicated using the silent language that we had developed over the years.

“Yup, I think so,” Nick said out loud. “Has to be.”

“Hmmm?” Katy stared at him, her eyes dreamy with lust. Plump fingers trembled at the buttons of her polo shirt. Any other girl would have been nude by now. Every action confirmed our thoughts.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Kitty-Kat,” I said. “We'll take care of everything.”

After all, that’s what you do with virgins, right?

Honestly, none of us had been with a first-timer before.

“Just take off your clothes,” Mason growled. He stood, towering in the small space. Motherfucker looked like he was ready to throw her over his shoulder and haul her back to the bedroom suite at the back of the plane. Such animalistic tendencies had earned him the name “Caveman Mase”.

“O-okay.” She started panting a little, watching him stalk closer to her. “Be warned—I h-have some st-stretch marks—”

“We love stretch marks,” Nick butted in.

Mason rolled his eyes. He was all about the chase, but hated being toyed with. Katy was not ready for Caveman Mase’s antics, though. As much as Mason wanted to skewer her with his dick, he needed to wait.

Kitty-Kat was innocent. Pushing her too hard would do no good.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” I encouraged. “Take off your clothes now.”

With trembling fingers, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Mason was still staring like a maniac, refusing to let our princess relax. Katy shot him a worried glance before tossing the shirt to the plush floor of the airplane cabin.

God fucking damn.

Her tits were huge. They stood up in a lacy black bra, the nipples hard and firm. Her Double Ds were the size of my head and I groaned as my cock jerked hard.

Fuck. How is someone this hot still a virgin?

I was going to finish before we even started.

Blushing, Katy picked the shirt back up before folding it, neatly. Then she placed it on the chair and turned towards us, chest heaving, eyes wide.

Shit, this is hot.

My tingling balls and lengthening dick reminded her that it was about to happen. We were so close and yet so far still.

And slowly, Katy got into it. Wriggling slightly, Katy stepped out of her khakis. And slowly, like a dream sequence, her hot ass showed itself. Big and tasty. Round. Dimpled and gorgeous.

A ripple of heat moved through my hands and fingers before traveling down to my dick.

Mason was the ass man but that fatty of hers would turn any man on. If I gripped her bottom hard like I wanted to, there would be fingerprint-shaped bruises everywhere. Claiming it would be my pleasure. Mason would never let me take it first, though. The asshole would make me wait. Then, I could pump her like a piston.

Shit…

“Keep going, honey,” I rasped. “All the way off. We can't suck the nuts out of your pussy through your clothes.”

Another pause.

“You’re sure this isn’t some kind of joke?” she whispered, big boobies bouncing.

“We’re sure,” Mason answered with a laugh. “If I had it my way, we’d be doing way more to you than sucking your pussy.”

Nick chuckled and nodded.