My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“No worries, Ford’s in good hands now. I’m a doctor, I can take over.”

I nod gratefully.

“I’ll just be going then,” are my soft words, trying to make for the door, clearing out some personal space. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

But not one of the men budges.

“Baby,” says Trent again, that deep voice sensuous. “You have blood on you now. Don’t you see?”

And gasping, I look down. Because oh no, there’s red everywhere. It’s smeared on Joe Jonas’s cheek, on my knee, even a bit on the inside of my thigh.

And woozily, my head begins to spin again. Taking a deep breath, I grab onto the edge of the sink.

“No worries,” comes my breathy pant. “If you’ll just give me a minute to get changed, I can take this off and get some new clothes and ….”

But the world is crowding me in, all five brothers coming closer now. As if in a dream, we squeeze into the tiny space, the door shutting softly behind Matt. And then one man reaches out to stroke the curve of my ass. Who, I’m not even sure. But the feel of a firm, male touch on my butt makes me jump, eyes wide.

“What’s going on?” comes my gasp. “Who did that?”

The men chuckle, five sets of blazing blue eyes on my body.

“It doesn’t matter,” growls Ford gently, that voice rough yet soft at once. “But you’re dirty honey, from bandaging my wound. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

And at that moment, another set of big male hands reaches forwards and lifts the hem of my nightie, the soft material covering my vision for a moment before being torn off.

I gasp, my breath hitching, now standing before them in only sopping panties, boobies out and at attention. God, is this really happening? Am I living in a dream that will never stop? Is this summer going to be one encounter after another, the Morgan boys my personal harem?

But it seems to be true. Because five sets of male eyes are looking at me now, running over my curves hotly, eating it all up. And in return, my nips poke out even further, begging to be sucked. My pussy gushes again, the trail down my thigh a tell-tale signal of want.

But they don’t touch me. Instead, the men form a circle, towering over my small frame, almost blocking out the light.

“There’s a shower,” Matt urges, voice low. “Go ahead and get clean.”

I gulp.

Oh god, can I do it?

Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything?

And the real Macy takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees.

And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

“Yessss,” comes the hiss of the men. “Yes sweetheart. Just like that.”

And like in a slow-motion scene, Will reaches past me and turns on the shower, steam filling the space quickly. We’re in a sauna now, a dreamland with mist wafting about, their forms like huge sentinels, focused on me alone.

I give in then, opening the clear glass door to the shower and stepping in. Oh god, the hot water feels good, beating down on my oversensitive skin. As I lean back to wet my hair, my tits jut proudly and a collective moan rises from the men.

“Perfect,” rasps one.

“Absolutely perfect,” agrees another.

Emboldened by their noises, I take the soap and rub it over one nipple, then the other, encouraging those peaks to rise, even playing with them a little. The soap is slick against my skin, a clean aroma rising to fill my nostrils. I can almost pretend I’m in a dream, some sequence where my wildest fantasies come true, dirty yet satisfying.

Because here I am, performing for a crowd of gorgeous alphas. And I love it, I adore the attention, soaking it up like a sponge. So with a sweet smile, my fingers trail downwards, lightly tickling my belly until slipping into my slit. Oh yeah, that’s it. The soap greases my folds, and going with the flow, I pull my pussy open, showing the men my insides. It’s so amazing, being here with them, and sure enough, another collective groan rises in the bathroom as my pink petals come into view, glistening and full, my insides dripping already, hole winking with need.

But the men are in charge, and they don’t let me forget it.Ford’s deep voice cuts through the quiet. “Turn around, baby girl. Let us see that juicy ass.”