My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed as we were hypnotized by that swaying rear.

When Joanie turned, her eyes were still closed.

“Look at us, beautiful,” I said.

She opened her eyes, still moving, pushing her hands over her head as she shimmied and dipped to whatever music must have been playing in her pretty head.

“Come closer, Joanie,” my brother said.

As Joanie made her way toward my brother, he unsheathed his cock, which had been tenting his suit pants. He stroked himself as she danced in front of him, wide-eyed.

“You like the look of my meat?” Andrew asked.

Joanie bit her bottom lip, her eyes worried. But she nodded. Affirmative.

“Ever had a cock like this inside of that sweet pussy?” he asked.

A shake of the head.

“Ever had any cock inside that sweet pussy?” I asked.

Another shake of the head. Score. Hail Mary, full of grace. A virgin for the spoiling.

“Joanie,” my brother coaxed, “come give me a lap dance.”

She hesitated a moment, looking back and forth between the two of us. When she stepped to straddle Andrew’s lap, her cheeks went pink once more.

Andrew must have read my mind, because he pulled those heavy tits out of that bright red bra and exposed that flushed skin to eager eyes and, it seemed, a hungry mouth. Andrew couldn’t stop himself, his lips closing on one luscious pink nipple without preamble.

Young Joanie’s knees buckled a little, and that cunt, covered only by the barest scrap of red fabric, dipping against my brother’s hard dick. This made the flight attendant gasp and lose her balance a bit.

Never good at waiting my turn, I decided to help her manage her balance while my brother’s hands and mouth worked against those huge breasts. I pulled my twin cock from my pants as I approached, rubbing it hard before resting it in the crevice of the brunette’s ass as my hands rested on her hips.

She sagged against me a bit as my fingers snaked down into her panties, finding her bud swollen and pulsing, her lips covered with sweet juices already.

“Responsive,” I said in her ear, giving it a nip. “That’s a good girl, Joanie. You like how this feels, don’t you?”

“Unnnnhhh,” she responded, an inarticulate moan that was assuredly affirmative.

“I can tell you like it,” I said. “But I need a word, Joanie. I need a yes.”

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips forward, into my touch.

I pushed two fingers inside her sweet hole, so tight and wet and warm as my brother continued his buffet at her tits. He looked up long enough to meet my eyes, his dark with lust and approval of this gorgeous brunette. I could practically read his mind – we were going to make a slut of this curvy beauty.

We switched, then, my hands moving to those creamy, heavy breasts, my fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples as she gasped, my brother slipping down into his chair so that he could bury his f

ace between her legs. She spread for him, her legs quivering as he sucked and licked at her sensitive core.

Joanie’s moans and gasps alone were enough to get us hard, but her responsiveness was what got us really excited. She totally gave herself over to us, totally trusted her amazing body to us.

“Let’s take this to the bed,” I said to Andrew when he came up for air.

He nodded, using the back of his hand to wipe her juices from his face, a wicked grin on his face.

Joanie blinked a few times, coming out of a haze of lust and pleasure, as I said, “Let’s explore a little more back in the bedroom.”

I guided the dazed beauty toward the back of the plane, my brother salivating behind us. Inside the bedroom, the brunette stiffened. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks pink, as she turned to look at us.