My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Like me and Mason, Trent couldn’t stop staring at her. Moaning and watching us, our girl rolled a nipple between long, undecorated fingers. Finally, she pushed the head of the mic into her pussy, the lips stretched obscenely as they gripped the fat head. I couldn't have shut my eyes even if a bomb went off.

It wasn’t just her pretty pussy. It was her smile. It was who Katy was as a person.

Innocent yet slutty. Bare-faced but beautiful.

Mason and Trent turned their bright blue eyes my way. They both shook their heads—a sign that the two of them were thinking the same thing that I was.

We wanted to fuck her, but there was more to Katy than sex. That was the part that the three of us wanted to know more about.

“You look real good, Kitty-Kat,” Trent growled. His dick was a monster in his jeans. “Good enough for us Alphas to eat.”

“We’d love to devour you, baby,” Mason rasped, eyes glued to her twat and the big mic it was trying to swallow.

“But not right now,” I told her.

Definitely later. That wet pussy will not go to waste.

Her lust-dark eyes landed on our gigantic bulges. She licked her lips and plunged the mic deeper inside. Her slit squelched wetly as the girl moaned. Juices squirted between the mic head and smeared all over her thick, juicy thighs.

Well, that’s my favorite microphone now.

On my left, Mason growled and held onto his dick so hard that it looked like he was about to yank it off. Trent’s abs rippled and the muscles in his pecs and arms jumped. He looked ready to pounce on top of her and take what she was offering.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cream my jeans,” the front-man growled.

All of us were hard as rocks and ready to plow her sweet pussy, mouth, and asshole. A shudder ran through me as I fought for control.

“Then why are you fighting it?” she mewled. Our princess wanted us so bad. It was all over her face, the evidence of her need gushing wet between her legs. “Come to me. I want you to. All of you.” She opened her legs wider and pushed the already wet and defiled mic even deeper, arching her back while mewling sensuously. “Now, now!” The mic plunged harder into her hole. She twisted her nipples, one after the other. “Please…”

The smell of pussy, salty and wet, was unavoidable.

My dick spurted in my jeans and the pre-cum stain on the denim grew darker and wider.

“Shit. We wanna go slow, baby. But you’re making it hard.” Trent didn’t even seem like he was trying to stop. With his laser blue gaze trained on her wide open pussy jammed full with the fake cock, the singer stroked his beast through his jeans.

“That’s the idea, guys.” She pushed the mic deeper into her pussy, moaning again. “Don’t you want me to get you hard?”

Her thick thighs pushed all the way open and her hips thrust up into the air while that soft, pink mouth panted for us. “I want you, Mason.” She moaned. It was obvious that our girl was hitting her sweet spot. The big table bounced under her writhing and groaning body. “I want you in me, Nick.” Then she called Trent’s name, whimpery and needy, like if she didn’t get our dicks right then, she would die.

Fuck in heaven, she’s going to roast me alive with this mic trick.

My dick hammered loud and fast right along with my pulse, roaring at me to get into her snatch.

Mason and Trent watched her like tigers about to bust through their leash. My two band-mates gripped their dicks hard, no longer stroking. Savage cerulean eyes spoke volumes. They were ready for action.

But the first move had to be mine.

“Come on, baby.” I kneeled over Katy and slowly pulled the lucky mic from her cunt with a wet sucking sound. Oh shit, it was covered in goo, tasty and wet. But this wasn’t the time, so I tossed it aside.

My cock nearly busted in my pants at the sucking wet sound her pussy made. It didn't want to let go of the mic. Turned on like gangbusters, I clenched my stomach muscles to stop myself from coming. That movement of rippling power caught her eye and she stared, her mouth open and wet.

“Please,” our princess mewled.

With a low grunt I gave in and did what I’d been wanting to do since walking in the room. My fingers dipped into her cunt—soft, wet, hot—then out. Groaning, I sucked the sweet honey from my fingertips.

She moaned and watched me with greedy eyes.

“We want you, baby.” My tongue licked between my fingers, sopping all that juice up from her sweet snatch. “But not just your pussy. We want all of you.”