My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Needless to say, Katy couldn't take her eyes off it.

Then I stripped. Trent did too. She stared long and hard at each of us, leaking dicks out in the open, hard pecs and washboard abs rippling in the sunlight coming through the plane's windows.

“Pour three glasses, Kitty-Kat,” I growled.

With trembling hands, she did as she was told. Then, the chubby beauty put the glasses on the low table between two of the bench seats.

“Perfect.”

I started first, swaggering over to one of the fizzing glasses of champagne and, while she watched, I dipped my cock into the cold liquid. The bubbles fizzed and tickled along the fat mushroom head, teasing my slit. At first, it burned. Then, it felt amazing.

Not as amazing as her pussy is gonna feel.

“Now, I'm gonna let you drink,” I said, pointing a crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

“Oh...”

Her eyes were big and wide, but she licked her lips, walked to me, and dropped to her knees like a slave.

“No, baby. I want you on that couch,” Mason ordered, pointing to a cushioned sofa.

Obediently, the brunette got to her feet and hurried to the seat, sinking into it.

“Now open wide for Nick.”

Our sexy girl opened her mouth, eyelids falling low as her gaze clouded with lust. I’d never forget that look. She knew what was coming, and wanted it. Her luscious ass slid back into the leather chair, legs opening a little bit.

Perfect.

She moaned when my dick, dripping with champagne and pre-cum, swiped across her lips. That soft mouth opened more and her eyes closed in desire as I pressed my dick against her damp tongue.

Fuck!

The champagne was bubbly and cold, a contrast to Katy's sweet mouth. She sucked me into that warm, wet cavern, and her tongue, ever curious, licked up my slit.

Plus, the slut was insatiable, horny as fuck. Our incredible assistant chased the sparkling drops with her tongue, mewling with desire at the flavor of my massive cock.

Panting, the little whore pulled back.

“Mmm, Daddy. That champagne is almost as good as your dick.”

What the fuck? Where did this Daddy shit come from? But it sounded good from her lips, I had to admit.

Such an innocent girl. Welcome to the dark side, baby.

“My turn.”

Growling, Trent shouldered in next to me with his cock dripping with champagne. It ran wet like a fucking fountain.

Not missing a beat, Katy let my dick fall out of her and swallowed his fuck-stick like a born champ.

“God damn,” Trent groaned, grabb

ing our girl’s hair and bucking into her mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Yet the brunette managed to keep her hand on my cock, milking and stroking it while moaning around Trent’s manhood.

And when Nick came over with his champagne-covered meat, the ravenous woman dove into it with a gasp of pleasure, swallowing him whole.