My 3 Rockstar Bosses

I gulp, eyes wide, mind spinning furiously.

“I’m sorry?” comes my nervous stammer. “I’m supposed to … ?”

But Trent’s eyes are unforgiving as he looks at me, one big hand already fisting that massive cock.

“That’s right baby girl,” comes his growl. “You’re gonna push yourself back on seven dicks one by one. So get that pussy slick baby girl, because it’s gonna take a lot of lube.”

I gasp. Oh my god, this is beyond my wildest dreams. I’m gonna fuck seven men, and not just that, but I have to do the honors? Instead of holding still and letting them take turns in my hole, I have to affirmatively push myself back on the massive fuckrods?

Sam nods, confirming the question in my eyes.

“That’s right,” he drawls smoothly. “You think you can do it? You got enough juice?”

My insides clench. Because all of a sudden, the answer’s too clear. I don’t know if I can do it or not, but I definitely want to. I want to taste seven fuckpoles, to feel those rods of heaven in my most private place. I want to fuck myself back on them until I’m screaming with lust, drenching their hot rods in pussy cream.

“Yes,” comes the word from my lips, soft and murmured. “Yes, I can do it.”

Sam’s eyes gleam.

“Then let’s get started,” is his velvety reply. “Matt first.”

And slowly, I make my way to the front of the line. Matt waits for me, that hulking form aroused and so hot that I can literally feel blasts of heat emanating from his body. As I bend over, preparing myself, he leans forward unexpectedly and kisses my wet snatch, tonguing my hole slightly.

“Oh!” comes my surprised yelp, liquid gushing like a river. But Matt isn’t startled at all, pushing his face in further before standing upright.

“No worries, baby girl,” he growls. “It’s just a little welcome for being a brave girl.”

And slowly, he angles my hips backwards, so my hole is right at his dicktip. I can feel the glans kissing my pussy lips, rubbery yet hard at once. Female nectar gushes again.

“Oh yeah, she’s ready,” grunts another male voice. “Do it.”

And slowly, Matt begins. A scream chokes in my chest as I grab my calves, sweet folds splitting. Because oh god, I’m taking a man’s dick for the first time, my pussy’s tasting its first penis, and it’s so good. Moaning throatily, my head drops between my knees as my snatch is split in two.

But then a male voice rings out.

“Let her do the work,” it growls roughly. “This is the dick wall, fuckwad.”

And Matt grunts in reply, stopping his movements. I almost scream. Why did he halt? I’m gonna fall apart with a cock halfway buried in my puss, this isn’t fair.

But the alpha leans forward again, balls dangling against the backs of my thighs, hitting them with a soft thwap thwap!

“Pretty girl,” he grunts hoarsely. “Back yourself up on this big dick. Do it, show me how much you want it.”

And suddenly I realize what they mean by the dick wall. Because I’m going to have to impale myself on seven stiff masts, forcing my pussy to spread. And not just that, but the men aren’t gonna help me. Instead, I’ve got to work myself backwards on seven huge, hot fuckrods.

“I can’t,” comes my broken whisper. “I can’t.”

But Matt won’t take no for an answer.

“You can,” he rasps, hands gripping my hips tight. “You can. Now do it.”

And scrunching my face, I balance on tippy toes, still bent over. Oh god, there’s no getting away nor negotiating. There’s a dick halfway in my puss already and the truth is that I want it deep, all the way in. I want all of them balls to the wall, and the only way to get that is to fuck myself onto their hot rods.

So summoning all my inner strength, I do it. With a scream and a twist of my hips, I drive backwards onto Matt’s huge dong, breaking my hymen once and for all. A sharp, stabbing pain tears through my insides, leaving me breathless.

“Oh,” comes my low moan, as tears well up. “Oh.”

But male voices flow over me then, smooth like honey.