Three Rockstars of Sin

“Pamper yourself,” Hudson added. “It’s all on us, sweetheart.”

I had nodded, still in a daze from the shower. “Thank you.”

“But don’t disappear,” Brody commanded. “Stay in your hotel room. We might come up to tuck you in later. How long will you be up?”

“I-I don’t know. I’ll try to wait up for you.”

Try? I wouldn’t be able to sleep—not when there was a possibility that they would come visit me in the night. What did tucking me in entail? Would their dicks be involved?

Oh god. My pussy gushed at the thought. This was a dream come true, every dirty fantasy come to life.

Because the shower had been magnificent. With them, I came over and over again, nearly passing out countless times. All three men got me sticky and wet with their jizz, spurting like firehoses all over my sweetest spots.

What a night.

Because who lets men do that?

Some girls might have felt cheap, but I felt special. Millions of women wanted to be with these alphas, and yet they chose me.

Every day that I spent with Hard Fought, my virginity was getting closer to being taken. More like busted with a hammer, pounded to smithereens.

And you know what?

The sooner the better.

I still wondered why they chose me when they could get girls like Mandy and Candy, those blondes from the Detroit show. Girls like those two could always get the sexiest men.

That wasn’t the case with Hard Fought, though.

They wanted me. Plump, curvy me, with the mousy brown hair and shy smile.

Gunner had stared at my ass like he wanted to shove his dick in it. I would have let him too. They all wanted to fuck me and more. What we would do together only happened in pornos.

But it was gonna be so much fun.

Hard Fought was going to teach me about my body, every inch, every secret space.

I shuddered deep inside then, pussy moistening.

Those men are going to own me. But when? Will it be soon? Their dicks are so enormous that it’s almost scary. What if they rip me open? Can I handle it?

There were so many questions and so few answers. I had never been penetrated before, except with my fingers sometimes in the middle of the night. But that didn’t compare at all.

My insides trembled with fear.

So many possibilities.

Yet, the bad girl within had come alive. Because I wanted it. Even if it hurt a little.

What?

Pain? Me?

But yes, I craved it.

I could envision them holding me down and torturing me with the slow and steady press of their thick cocks in all my holes, tight and small. Oooh yeah. I squirmed against the wall, panties now sopping with juices.

How do they always get me so wet? When they’re not even here?

Because even with the potential pain, I wanted them. Over and over and over again.

The coolness of the wall pressed into my bare back. I should have been sleeping, but it was impossible.

Only an hour had passed since they teased me with the thick length of their dicks—rubbing against my softness while dripping pre-cum onto my curves. I’d begged them shamelessly to fuck me, but they’d laughed, making me shiver with ecstasy again and again.

And yet, my mind just wouldn’t settle down.

Which one of my alphas is best? I really can’t be sure.

They were all so kind—sexy too. I loved Gunner’s dick. It was thick and circumcised like a porn star. Like him, his manhood tasted just a little sweet, like pineapples even. I’d read in magazines that fruit could make man meat taste good. His joystick curved to the left and always seemed to aim for my hand, perfect for me to jerk it off.

Then there was Brody’s cock. It was huge. Uncut too, unlike anything that I’d ever seen in the few porn movies that I’d watched throughout puberty. It felt bigger in my mouth, the veins pulsing and thick.

And Hudson: his beautiful, purple dick pointed straight up. Like the others, it was massive and perpetually hard as a rock. In the shower, he pushed the throbbing organ between my boobs like that was the perfect receptacle. It was—but I think it would fit in my pussy rather nicely too.

Their cocks were all different, but so good. It was impossible to choose. I wanted them all.

And luckily, they wanted me too.

Happiness bubbled up like champagne.

Even though I was getting tired, there was a sweet smile on my face.

Me. Little Kate Baxter. Lucky little girl.

But suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, pulling me out of my stupor.

I darted a glance at the bedside clock. It was late, but not that late. After working with them for a few weeks now, I knew that they partied well in to the wee hours and they partied hard. Hard drugs were never involved. Alcohol was, though. They would drink all night and sleep it off the next day. Such is the life of a rock star.