My 3 Rockstar Bosses_An MFMM Menage Romance

by Katie Ford

  “Lick me harder!” she begged me, whimpering and twisting her pussy back in my face. “I’m about to cum. Please! God, Trent! Let me cum!”

  My dick was rock hard in my jeans. Groaning, I gripped myself and licked her sweet pussy again, sucking hard on her juicy clit. She shrieked my name again breathlessly.

  Our sweet virgin whore.

  But I knew what I wanted to find. Slowly, I sucked that almond out, crunching it with my teeth. Mmm, nuts coated in pussy juice. My favorite.

  But then, it got real. Because with two hands, I held apart her pussy lips baring the pink in between before snaking my tongue up her sweet channel.

  Oh yeah.

  It happened.

  My tongue bumped into a thin barrier in her pussy and confirmed that we were right. Her hymen. A man had never touched her—at least not in the way that we were going to.

  And by now, Katy was going wild, bucking and moaning with ecstasy. Those thick thighs quaked as my tongue licked again and again, tasting the proof of her innocence.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned, delirious now. “Oh oh oh!”

  But we’re nasty motherfuckers, and this was only the beginning.

  “Stick your tongue in deep,” I heard Mason say. “She's about to come all over your face.”

  Hopefully, he was right. I wanted her sweet pussy to explode with its honey all over my me. Would it be the first time she came for a man? Thinking about the possibility, I attacked her opening, sucking her clit, skimming my tongue over the smooth and firm pink button.

  Has a man done this to you before, baby? Or am I your first?

  My whole world disappeared until it was just her sweet pulsing flesh and the hot sounds emanating from the other side of the seat. Two granite dicks pointed at the girl like batons. The other was between my legs.

  God, why can’t I be inside her now?

  Waiting was hell. There was nothing that I wanted more than to enter that beautiful slit, pummeling deep with my massive cock.

  But Katy came first.

  “Trent! Oh my God! Trent!” She jerked back against my face, shaking and trembling, on the verge of collapsing. “I'm coming! I’m coming so hard!”

  The bodacious queen exploded then, pussy squeezing out more honey as she shook and trembled, gripping the seat with white-knuckled hands.

  Cream spilled down her thighs in waves, dripping from that precious spot.

  I salivated hard.

  My dick wanted to feel the cum, but it wasn’t time yet. With juices drizzling like honey, I sank my five-inch tongue as deep into her snatch as her virgin barrier would let me.

  Right there. So wet. Fucking delicious.

  The girl shook and trembled, orgasming again and again with my tongue deep in her snatch.

  Fuck. This was so perfect.

  And once it was over, I slowly pulled out, licking my chops with satisfaction.

  “Oh yeah. She’s a virgin, alright.”

  Fuck...

  With a growl, Mason shoved Nick off Katy’s tits, grabbed that curvy figure, and threw the poor girl over his shoulder like he'd wanted to do since we started the game. With my hard cock threatening to burst through my jeans, I followed them and saw that Nick had the same problem. But unlike me, he had no self-control. The asshole actually had his pants unbuttoned, even though we had no intentions of fucking her. The rock-hard dick that they once contained poked straight up from the button fly jeans, bobbing against his stomach with each step that he took.

  In the back room, Mase dropped her on the bed and for a second, Katy just lay there, dazed.

  “Where's my nut, sugar?” Nick asked with a smirk.

  But Mason was done. He took a pistachio and shoved it in her soft palm. “Nice and shallow, baby. We don’t want that nut to get lost up in there now, do we?”

  “No, that wouldn’t be good,” she whispered, coming to for a moment.

  “Exactly. Shallow, then—just like before.”

  And slowly, the girl obeyed. Spreading her thighs, she held her pussy open and then tantalizingly inserted the nut until it was just within her pussy.

  Mason wasted no time in diving in headfirst. Moans echoed throughout the cabin. The pilot could probably hear our girl, but who cares? This is why it pays to fly private.

  Katy moaned.

  “Oh god,” she cried out, profile lifted to the ceiling. “Unnh oh!”

  Mason kept his head buried as she moaned and panted, those big boobies quivering.

  But this wasn’t just about nuts anymore. In fact, the pistachio had somehow already come out and lay discarded on the bed. Because Mase had back door on his mind.

  And lifting his head up, he seized our gazes.

  “Push her legs up,” Mason growled. “I want her ass too.”

  Of course you do. You always want to eat ass, were my silent thoughts. Should’ve taken my turn first.

  But Nick and I were happy to oblige. Grabbing an ankle each, we coaxed our girl backwards, so that her butt lifted up off the bedspread.

  And shit, she was beautiful. That dark brown pucker appeared, musky and sensuous.

  Mase was on it like a dog. He lapped the opening with his tongue experimentally, before slowly snaking it inside.

  “Oh my god!” squealed Katy. “Oh my god, don’t lick me there!”

  But Mason’s has always been into dark stars.

  “Naw, pretty girl,” he grunted into her asshole. “Every part of you tastes good, you hear? Every single part.”

  And with that, Katy began chanting our names like it was her new religion. “Mason, Nick, Trent! Oh oh oh! Please, stop! It feels too good, I can’t take it!”

  Mason pulled away for a moment, forcing the brunette to back track.

  “Don't stop,” she squealed this time. “Don’t stop.”

  The billionaire chuckled and settled back to make a mile high meal of her virgin asshole. Because our beautiful eighteen-year-old was about to cum again, the anal stimulation too good. She couldn’t hold it in any longer, the dirtiness of the situation unbelievable.

  Because how many times are you on a private plane, legs held apart by two asshole rock stars? With the third tonguing your back hole?

  Yeah, thought so.

  But Nick did me one better. Because suddenly, he leaned sideways and sucked her clit into his mouth. With both of my guys' on her—Mason tongue-deep in her ass and Nick on her clit— Kitty-Kat screamed and came.

  That’s right, pretty baby. Let it all go.

  Nick's had shifted by now so that his crotch was over her face. Motherfucker. And as that massive prick drizzled pre-cum all over Katy's face, she opened her mouth to catch as much semen as possible.

  Yeah that’s right.

  Our little whore is dirty.

  And when the jism hit her tongue, she gulped eagerly, like it was the best candy ever.

  Such a cock-slut already, and still a virgin.

  Because I couldn’t wait.

  Right now, we were focused on her.

  Eating that pussy.

  Eating that ass.

  But once we got our dicks inside?

  Fuckin’ game over.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Katy

  Everything changed in an instant. My legs trembled, partially from pleasure and partially from disbelief. Because I’d just been eaten into a stupor by three ravenous rock stars. They were the men that every woman in the world wanted. From America to China, screaming female fans threw themselves at the stars of Alpha Prime.

  I never thought my first time a man would be with music gods, let alone sex symbols like Mason, Trent, and Nick.

  Oh God! It really happened!

  In my hotel room, I stumbled onto the bed and dropped down into the soft sheets. Flashes of what happened on the plane came back to me. Nick's giant cock bobbing over my mouth, dripping jism onto my tongue. The feel of Mason's appendage in my ass. Trent's wicked mouth on my clit that gave me my very first man-induced orgasm.

  It w
as amazing. It was incredible. It was every girl’s wet dream.

  And after fucking me with their mouths for most of the flight, Alpha Prime got off the plane like it wasn’t even a big deal. They patted my ass and covered me up with the blanket. Then, after Trent and Nick left, Mason kissed my cheek and told me to take my time getting ready for the arena.

  Holy cow.

  Did that really happen?

  The temptation to laze around was there, but I had a job to do. This gig was important, and the faster it got done, the better. After a quick shower to wash my sticky skin, I finished the quick tasks that the band needed and wandered to the hotel.

  It was an incredible outfit. Rated five-stars, The Greenhouse was truly an experience worthy of three rock gods. If I wasn’t still basking in the glory of the airplane experience, perhaps it’s grandeur would have been more impressive.

  They ate me out. Nobody has ever put their mouth down there before. My first time was with three sex gods!

  Because I’d been pleasured by not just Trent, the front-man who everybody wanted, but by the entire band. Mason, Nick, Trent—all of them. For some reason, they wanted me. It was crazy, truly the lifestyle that my mother once had. One that had seemed unattainable until now.

  Frankly, the whole scenario still seemed so impossible.

  Did I really just let three men lick my pussy? Not one, but three?

  My trembling legs and tight stomach muscles—strained from coming so many times and for so long—told me it was true.

  It felt so good.

  Shivering, I rolled over on the hotel bed. It wasn't right. Good girls didn't do such things. They did things like kiss and date for years before letting a man touch them down there.

  But then my mom’s words rang in my head once more.

  “Nothing nice ever happens to good girls. Remember that, my Katy.”

  Oh god. Ethel had told me that before I left for Detroit. And me? I’d been so immature.

  “Gross,” had been my halfhearted reply.

  But Ethel was insistent.

  “You have to explore. Live a little sweetheart. You have the opportunity!”

  Hopefully, Ma would be proud now. I was finally living the life of a fully-fledged woman, every cell alive, every sense attuned to the wonders of the world.

  Because my body felt different for sure. Sitting up, my cunt tingled, achy yet sizzling with the memories of Alpha Prime.

  Pressing my thighs together, my pussy throbbed again. Juices dripped down into the crack of my ass, pooling in the sticky crevice of my butt. And as I stared at the fancy hotel ceiling, I remembered every lick, every bite, and every drop of pre-cum that coated my lips from Nick's naked cock.

  His cock was massive—maybe even too massive. The dicks I saw in porn weren't that huge.

  Ten inches at least. A giant Whitezilla.

  Are all the guys in the band that big? Will I get to find out?

  Because I wanted it for sure. Not only was I hoping to impress them with my professional assistance, but I also wanted to sample more come straight from the source. Serving Alpha Prime sexually was even more appealing than presenting them with water bottles. The potential sent my brain on an embarrassing journey.

  Because Ethel was right. I needed to learn.

  When all of my friends were having sex with their boyfriends, I was at home studying or watching movies with my parents. Sometimes, my mother would give me glances of disapproval, asking me things like, “Friday night and you’re here again?”

  My answer was always a simple, “Yes.”

  A couple of pimply, gross guys from high school had tried to to touch my boobs and even finger me. The few dates that I had been on consisted of disgusting teenage boys with raging acne acting like they were gods.

  And the one who came the closest to actually doing something was my ex, Darren. But nothing happened, not really. I couldn’t muster the energy. Every time he started breathing on me with that bad breath of his, I hesitated. The seeping pimples on his neck were gross, and when I looked at his skin, it all just became too much. Darren was always let down, and would hurry home in a huff. As guilty as it made me feel, I simply could never go through with it.

  “Give me your cherry already,” he was always saying. “You don't want to leave high school a virgin.”

  “You’re a virgin,” I would point out.

  “Yeah and I don’t wanna leave with my V-card either!” he’d exclaim. “Come on, Katy. Let me just stick it in and pull it right back out. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

  That was when I would roll my eyes. It was clear to me that he had no intentions of trying to make me feel good. Darren wanted to please himself, and that was it.

  Plus, I didn't want to leave high school with the memory of his zits exploding all over me while he stuck it in just to “pull it right back out”. Darren was only in it for himself and if I was going to let him put his dick in me, it was going to be for both of us.

  So that was that.

  Clearly, we broke up before graduation. My vague excuse was so farfetched that I can’t even remember what it was. But Darren was heartbroken, or so he claimed. Back then, it had made me a bit sad, even if I didn’t regret it. After all, it’s never nice to hurt another human being.

  But Darren doesn’t know how to take rejection. Because the voicemails wouldn’t stop, even after I pulled the plug.

  “Katy, call me back! I just want to know why?”

  “Katy, I’m sorry for whatever I did. Just give me another chance!”

  “Come on, you gotta lose it before college.”

  I never returned any of his calls. At first, my heart was heavy. Darren was my first boyfriend, after all. But instead of dwelling on the sad boy, I moved on with my life. Sure, once in a while, I wondered whether or not I made the right choice because sometimes, I’d overhear chatter about other girls’ first times, and it wasn’t exactly great. More like insane pain from a dweeb who didn’t know where to put it.

  But now, after my experience with Alpha Prime, there’s no turning back.

  Giving it to Darren would have been a disaster because Alpha Prime showed me what it was like to have pleasure. Real pleasure.

  They had devoured me like lions, sticking their tongues in my pussy and my ass over and over again, overwhelming me with their masculinity. The sheer power they wielded over my body was unbelievable. At every turn, the men were focused on me and my pleasure.

  Darren never would have done that.

  Although the three alphas were obviously turned on, I don't think any of them came while during that first session. That would happen later—with time. Their dicks would replace their tongues and my pleasure would become ours.

  Oh god.

  I rolled over on the bed and rubbed my hardening nipples against the sheets. It was happening again. The three giants weren’t even with me and they were making my body shudder.

  Oh…

  The entire situation was confusing. Because yes, I was attracted to the three rock stars, but at the same time, they were my bosses.

  This shouldn't happen. This can’t happen.

  It didn’t seem right to fuck my employers, even if they started it.

  They started it but I sure did finish. At least eight times.

  A giggle bubbled up inside and I bit my tongue.

  Because I was dreaming. My virginity was something to be saved—something that should be given to a long-term boyfriend. For eighteen years, my cherry had remained intact.

  Plus, what was I thinking? I worked for these men. We had no relationship. They didn’t care about me, not really. I was a luscious young thing who happened to be on-hand.

  On their payroll no less.

  I rolled over onto my side, trying to ignore the tingling in my cunt. Helena made it clear that my job was important. The interview was wordless, but the handbook and the job posting were clear. I was there to help with the tour—to bring the rock stars water and sweat-cloths, and do whateve
r else struck their fancy.

  I certainly wasn't getting paid to lay around in high thread count sheets thinking about the next time I would get the chance to suck their dicks.

  But would I get that chance?

  The thought made me tremble with pleasure. But after basking in the fantasy for a moment, I forced myself to get up and grab my bag. Alpha Prime needed my help at the arena. When the show was over, they would need to hydrate and relax.

  Plus, I’d get to watch them wipe all that sweat from those rippling muscles.

  I mentally scolded myself. Helena would have my hide if she found out about the plane. Nothing more could happen between myself and the band members. There were too many reasons that it could all go wrong.

  It won’t happen again. The airplane was the only time, I promised myself.

  Closing the hotel room door behind me, my feet strode purposefully to the elevator. Working needed to be my primary focus. Work work work. Seeing the world yes, but also a nose to the grindstone attitude.

  The airplane fisaco was a one time thing, I promised myself. I couldn’t get it on with my bosses. After all, nothing good could come out of it. Three men? International rock stars? Guys who had women falling at their feet?