My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“What?” laughed Nick disbelievingly. “That’s ridiculous. Asthma is where your airways narrow and swell for some reason. That wouldn’t happen because you sat on Norman’s chest.”

I shook my head miserably.

“Tell that to the people at school. Because after that, other kids started calling me Big Mac or the Mac Attack because my last name is MacAllister.”

The alphas stared at me dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” asked Charlie. “Kids can be little fuckwads, I’d forgotten. I’m so sorry to hear that honey. I guess when I went to school a long time ago things were different. Not that kids were so nice, but I was at an all male academy.”

I nodded.

“It was horrible,” came my whisper, eyes cast down. All I wanted to do was to melt into my chair and disappear. Even recounting this tale was humiliating and tears filled my eyes as the words passed my lips. “Because at graduation, when they called my name a couple boys hooted and hollered, “Mac Attack, Mac Attack!” I almost died while crossing the stage.”

Both billionaires were on their knees beside me immediately, taking a soft hand in each of their big palms.

“Assholes,” growled Nick. “Those fuckwads are complete idiots.”

“I hope they get some disease,” spat Charlie. “Something that burns when you pee.”

I choked back a painful giggle before taking a deep breath.

“I guess you know why I am the way that I am. Repressed,” I murmured painfully. “Because I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve never had the confidence to even take off my clothes in front of a man. But with you guys, it’s really different. I feel beautiful, wanted, and desirable, so thank you for that.”

The two men seized my eyes, squeezing my hands once more. Oh god, they were so handsome, two dark princes on either side, blue eyes blazing.

“Sweetheart,” growled Nick. “Let us show you just how beautiful you are.”

“You’re sweet,” added Charlie, one hand already sliding smoothly up my calf. “Amazing and incredible.”

And what could I do? Because my words had been true. Before I signed with Elite Air, I’d been a shy pansy. No, worse than that. I’d been a mess of self-doubt, my insides constantly quivering like Jell-O. All I wanted most days was to disappear, for no one to notice me.

And life had been really awful. Whereas other girls went out on dates, whispering behind their hands as some football jock walked by, I trembled like a scared rabbit. Every interaction was filled with dread, my voice barely above a whisper. So long as there were no hisses of “Mac Attack” or “Big Mac,” then it was a good day. That was how far I’d fallen.

But now, with these men, it was all different. I felt confident of my curves. I felt luscious and womanly, incredibly desired and desirable. In fact, the men had assured me that my extra weight made things even better because the skinny girls couldn’t take it. What had Charlie said? Something about collapsing like scarecrows? Oh yeah, that wasn’t me at all. I was healthy and fresh, appreciated for my full-figure. They encouraged me to eat, plying me with all sorts of goodies, even murmuring that I’d look better bigger.

So I gave them my all. It wasn’t about the money anymore. I didn’t care if Nick and Charlie deposited another twenty thousand in my account. All I cared about was what they did to me, and how they made me feel.

And evidently, it was amazing for the billionaires as well. Because in a flash, we were in the back room of the plane, the private space where shenanigans happened. And oh god, but I was sitting on Nick’s dong, that big cock stuck up my ass, both of us facing forwards.

“Oh!” was my breathless shriek, boobies bouncing wildly as that pole fucked my butt from below. “Oh!”

God, it was hard to balance, but the men had more up their sleeve. Because Charlie came at me then, ten inches dripping heavily from the tip.

“Lean back, pretty girl,” he rasped. “Lean back, shift your weight so th

at you balance against Nick.”

And I did as told. With Nick’s cock in my butt, I tilted my hips back a bit, providing perfect access to my pussy. And Charlie crouched before me, that dicktip probing at my hole before sliding in.

All three of us let out gasps.

“Ahhhh!” I moaned, throwing my head back, unable to believe what was happening. Because I had a massive cock in my butt and another one in my puss, sliding against one another. My private parts were stuffed so full it was unbelievable, dirtier than the dirtiest porn.

But Mr. Childs and Mr. North aren’t men who dabble. Because with a growl and a roar, the heavy fucking began.

“Yeah baby,” grunted Nick, shifting his hips forward as Charlie pulled back. “Just like that, sweet thing.”

“Aw fuck you’re tight,” ground out Charlie, big chest expanding, cock seeming to grow inside within me. “She’s so fucking small, that anus so tasty.”