My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Like a slave, I turn, my back to them and bend over, my bottom round and heavy. Dropping my head, I wash up and down my legs, then reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart, giving them a peek of my swollen pussy lips, emphasized by that brown pucker on top. As if on cue, my butthole winks then, telegraphing a message.

I want you, it whispers. All of you.

Come get me, it repeats. Put it in.

Oh my god, oh my god. There’s a moment when I feel like I’m in a dream. A dirty, dirty, wet dream. I’ll wake up and it will all have been a figment of my teen imagination. I can’t be this girl, this little whore, showing a group of men her most secret of places.

But it’s real alright. Because five sets of blue eyes are glued to my asshole, watching ravenously as it contracts and opens, as my pussy lips swell even further, clit standing straight up. They want this. The Morgans absolutely want this, one hundred percent.

So I decide to go for it. Standing up once more, I grab the shower head. It’s the kind that’s flexible with a long metal cord, and I blast the water at my chest, letting it pummel my boobies.

But that’s not enough. Turning back to the men, I lean over, showing my holes again, letting them look right up my pussy and ass. Wiggling a bit, I taunt them, giggling over the hissing sound of spray.

Want this big boys? I mime. Want this?

Their collective groans rise in the air again, the men stroking their shafts furiously now, eyes glued to the show.

And slowly, I bring the shower head up so that it’s pointed right at my hole. Oh yeah. The pulsing water is just the thing, and moaning musically, my head lifts, eyes closed. Oh shit, it feels good on my clit, my heavenly bead hard like a rock, begging to be stroked.

And I go for it then. Bringing the shower head up until it’s only an inch away, I blast it full force at my clit before turning to my anus, and blasting that too. One-two-one-two. Oh yeah, the water makes me scream, rushing towards the peak at a hundred miles an hour.

“Unnnnh!” comes my inarticulate cry. “Oh oh oh!”

And like a slut, I double down. As my pussy and ass spasm, I pull the showerhead away so that the men can see everything, a full-on show. Oh yeah, the juice falling in torrents from my cunt. The hot clamping and clenching as both my holes go crazy, begging for dick, needing them so badly. With another scream, I throw my head back and this time, my pussy literally ejects juice, squirting like crazy, hitting the shower walls with clear streams of fluid.

“Unnnh!” is my shriek, body trembling wildly. “Ohhhh!”

And like a miracle, the men come as well. A chorus of groans fills the small space, rising hotly in the air.

“Fuck!” roars one.

“Godddamn,” grunts another.

And the sound of beating flesh, squishy slaps and hot mewling rings out heavily, all of us finding our ends.

Because oh god, the men have come hard, creaming their jeans, wet spots sticking to those heavy thighs. I pant, still trembling, gazing at my audience through my legs. Oh my god. I did that. I made these men lose it, releasing in their pants like pre-pubescent boys with no self-control.

And slowly, my body turns. With trembling fingers, I shut the water and open the glass door, still so wet and swollen, knees shaking, almost ready to collapse. And thank goodness for Ford. Because the big man recovers enough to hold out a heavy hand, bracing my arm so I can stumble out. And as he does, my skin goes hot once more, pussy still pulsing wildly.

Oh my god. Just from that much?

His hand on my arm, and I’m ready to juice once more?

Who would’ve known I’d be so easily stimulated?

But the Morgans aren’t done yet. They grab a towel or two and begin patting me down, using the soft terry to stroke my curves.

“Atta girl,” one low rumble comes. “You did good.”

“Like a boss,” comes another deep chuckle. “Our lady boss.”

I mewl sensuously, loving the attention.

“Thank you,” comes my whisper. “I’m glad I made you happy.”

The towels halt for a moment, five pairs of blue eyes blazing at me once more.

“That was more than happy, honey,” growls Ford. “That was fucking fantastic, over the moon and into space.”