My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“I’m staying with my aunt on the Lower East Side. The apartment’s about the size of a postage stamp, but it’s cozy and homey.”

Mr. Bates thinks for a moment.

“Will she be worried if you don’t come home tonight?”

I shake my head.

“Aunt Margaret’s out tonight at an art show with her friends, so she won’t even notice. Besides, she’s one of those hippy-dippy types who believes in free love, so she wouldn’t mind anyways.”

“I see,” Howie growls as he kisses me and puts his fingertip on my nose. “The real question is how a man could ever let you go? Your old boyfriend sounds about as dumb as rocks.”

I smile. How does Mr. Bates always say the perfect thing?

“He wasn’t dumb, just suspicious,” is my demurral. “I’m glad Charlie’s out of my life.”

Mr. Bates looks at me for a moment, just thinking.

“Look, I know it’s late and we’ve had a big day, but I want to take you to the rooftop. The view is incredible from up there. Will you come with me?”

I can tell that the gorgeous man has something planned, so I nod as we slip out of bed. I pull on one of Howie’s T-shirts and put my heels back on. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow for clothes. He absolutely destroyed my tights and panties, but it was worth it. I smile at the thought of how dirty we fucked today and inside, my body tingles for more.

He takes my hand and we walk up a gilded staircase. At the top of the stairs, Howie opens a sliding glass door revealing an urban oasis. The plants in their pots are decorated with string lights. There is a little table at the edge of the rail with a candle on it. Plus, he’s right. The view is to die for, a sparkling cityscape of buildings with the river in the distance.

He and I sit across fro

m one another. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in a marble holder with a rose between us in a glass vase. When did he prepare all of this? While I was in the shower? Even more important, why is he doing this?

As if reading my mind, Mr. Bates smiles mysteriously before popping the cork and pouring the champagne.

“To you,” he says, lifting the flute in salute.

“To me?”

“To you,” he affirms. “In celebration of you being fired.”

“What?” Shock courses through me in a rush. Why is he firing me? Shouldn’t it be the opposite? I should get a bonus for what we’ve done.

My heart drops, a lump forming in my throat. Because Aunt Margaret and I need this salary. My aunt doesn’t have a stable job, and I was mooching off of her. So we won’t be able to pay our bills if I don’t work full-time.

But Mr. Bates is totally unconcerned.

“That’s right Lacy. As your boss, I’m firing you. You are no longer my maid. You’re my princess.”

I stare at him. Can this really be happening?

“Do you hear me Lacy? I want you to stay with me. I want to be your man and I want to touch that sweet little pussy of yours every chance I get. I want to make love to your mouth and taste you, day in and day out. I’ll get you everything you could ever want. So yes. You’re fired.”

Suddenly, things drop into place. I’m not sure what being “his princess” means, but it sounds like Howie has something planned. And with no regrets, I give myself to this man. He has my best interests at heart, and I know I’ll be safe in his arms.

The breeze comes up the skyscraper and blows his t-shirt up my thighs. My pussy is exposed and throbbing with desire. I leak a little cum onto the seat just thinking about his cock. It’s so big and juicy and it fills me just right. Good God, I want it right now. He sees the desire in me and stands up. He comes to where I’m sitting and pulls me off of the chair.

“Does my former maid want another mess to clean up?”

Howie smiles before toying with the edge of my t-shirt and slipping a finger into my cunt. “So fucking wet down there,” he murmurs to himself. The man then eases another finger into my vag, making me writhe and mewl in ecstasy. That does it. He pushes me back onto a chaise lounge and takes the champagne bottle with him. He’s got a rock hard dick under his pants and I smile in anticipation.

“Oops,” he growls. He pours a big glass of champagne onto my breasts. Next thing I know he takes the shirt off and pours the entire bottle all over my stomach and nipples before bending to suck my skin like an animal. Something is released in him. The champagne drips down to my pussy, nubile and bare. That talented tongue finds its way inside me as the champagne and my cum mix in the folds of my hot little pussy. He thrusts his fingers in and I gush out onto his knuckles in a creamy wave.

“How’s my dirty girl?” he asks.