by Katie Ford
And they cared about me. They could have fucked me silly, and I would have screamed with ecstasy. I would have opened my pussy for them, even let them use my ass if that’s what they wanted.
But these three alphas are more than ravaging monsters. They’re real men. They care about me as sweet female exploring new things in life.
And they want me to be comfortable.
Safe.
Coddled and petted, a precious gem lying on a cushioned altar.
Because Mason, Trent and Nick have become my knights in shining armor now … and I can’t imagine going back to any other life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick
Katy’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the band. Because we’ve been pretty depressed the last couple months. Again, it was the endless screaming. The endless touring. Playing the same songs over and over again, just in a different city.
But with Katy, it’s different. She’s like a breath of fresh air, a rejuvenating wind. With our sweet girl, suddenly we’re three alphas refreshed and ready, the wind at our backs.
Shit.
It’s incredible.
Who knew one teen girl could do this for us?
But it’s real, alright.
I haven’t felt this good since Alpha Prime had its first hit.
And now that we were on the plane again, I couldn’t focus without my best girl at hand. Where was our beautiful brunette?
Trent had given me some lyrics to check out but the worlds melted into one another before my eyes like ants marching across the page.
“Can’t think?” Mase grunted, grinning at me.
That guy was always smiling. I liked that about him. But anyone who mistook his smiles for weakness was wrong to do so. Because Mason was quick to grin and make things fun at a party, but he was also the first to raise fists if shit was going down. Oh yeah, this guy is a beast beneath that friendly exterior.
“Yeah, where is she?” I asked, annoyed as hell. “I’m trying to go over these lyrics but every time a rhythm hits my brain, it all stops. Because of her.”
There was no need for us to even mention her name. We were thinking about the same girl, and it wasn’t one of the groupies in the front row.
“I know what you mean. I fucked up a few notes at the last show because I was thinking about her. She’s sexiest thing I've ever seen,” Mason admitted. “Wanna hand me those lyrics? I’ll see if I can think of a beat for you to work with. Maybe that’ll help.”
We still had to work, but Katy was making it difficult, if not impossible.
“Sure thing,” I replied, handing him the piece of paper with Trent’s musical poetry. “Good luck, though. It’s gonna be hard because every time I close my eyes, I see those massive tits. Fuck.”
Silence for a moment, as we thought.
“She’s definitely the hottest chick that ever sucked me off,” Trent said slowly. “Way hotter than our other assistants—better at the job too. She actually shows up with towels and water when she’s supposed to. Not that I care. She could do jack shit and I’d still want her around.”
By now, work was out of the question. We were too strung-out waiting for our best girl. Where was she?
After all, it was almost time for takeoff, so she should be here. But our little hottie had said she had some last minute work to wrap up for Helena? WTF? What could it be?
Because our Chicago show had been aces, as usual. It was a packed house—even more money in the bank for us. We never cared for Chicago before, but it was special now. It was the city where Katy let us touch that beautiful body. That girl was unlike any other. I was lucky to even have a chance with her. We all were.
Suddenly, Mason interrupted again.
“You think she's ready for us?” he growled harshly.
The man liked to talk, even when he already had the answers. Yeah, Caveman Mase was a verbose motherfucker.
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “The girl’s young and flexible. She might be a virgin, but her pussy’s gotta be elastic.”
Already my dick was waking up just at the thought of getting inside her hot snatch.
“Plus, you guys saw how she was in the shower,” Trent rasped. His cock was getting hard too. It rose up under his zipper like a cobra to a flute. “Sure, she was scared at first,” he continued. “But then she warmed up. That little pussy was ready for us then, and we’ll get it ready for us now. You’ll see.”
The three of us nodded in agreement.
“We can get her ready,” Caveman Mase said slowly. “She wants to fuck us. No doubt. I just hope she’s ready for how big we all are.”
Now the guy was having doubts? Please motherfucker.
“Naw, she’s ready,” grunted Trent. “I rubbed my cock all over her ass but she just kept moving her cunt onto it like she wanted me to fuck her right there.” He grabbed his own dick and gave it a nice, long squeeze before letting go. “That little filly was wet as fuck for us, dude. If we didn't stop when we did, she wouldn't be a virgin right now.”
“True,” I agreed.
Silence again.
“I don’t think we’ve had a girl as good as her before,” Mason said. “Actually, I know we haven’t had one as good as her in the past.”
He was right. Katy was a mass of contradictions, and it had us hooked. She wore a polo shirt and khakis, but with no bra underneath. She was innocent, and yet her pussy was slick and wet for us all the time.
How had this little virgin drawn us in?
We’re three hardened males who’ve been with hundreds of women. So what was it about Katy?
And we couldn’t stop talking about the sweet thing. Oh yeah, our personal assistant was our new favorite topic.
“Remember how shocked she was when she saw our cocks?” Trent chuckled hoarsely. “I mean, we’ve had total whores think the same thing, so I guess I can’t blame her. We’re all big.”
“Most porn stars don’t have dicks as big as ours,” I laughed. Because all three of us were hung like horses, wide, veiny, and long. “But I get the feeling that she’s gonna be able to take us. She’s new to this, but the girl wants it bad enough that her pussy will open up the way we need it to. I know it will,” was my confident comment.
“Three times though? She’s a virgin,” Mason reminded us. “You know we all want a taste of that pussy, but we don’t want to hurt her. Otherwise she’ll never want to get down again.”
“I have faith,” I smirked. “Trust me, she’s elastic.”
“So when?” pushed Mason. “Today? Are we gonna break her in today?”
“Yeah,” Trent rumbled, his voice deep resonant. “Absolutely today.”
“Mile high, right?” I looked at my two bros.
They both grinned in agreement. It was a done deal.
Because there was no time like the present. Our flight from Chicago to Los Angeles was about five hours, giving us plenty of time to induct Kitty-Kat into the Mile High Club. We would make sure that she enjoyed every single cum-soaked minute of it.
My balls were filled with cream, and I ached to unload it all on her face, in her pussy, or even in her butt. Mason was an ass man and he would try to get there first, but no worries. She could take two loads up there, I was sure.
A groan escaped my throat then.
Just then Katy came rushing on board.
“Sorry I'm late,” she stammered apologetically. “The hotel in L.A. had a few last minute questions I had to deal with on the way here. Everything is sorted out, though. They’ll have our rooms ready before we get there.”
I knew that she was saying something important, but it was tough to focus on what she was saying. The hard wood between my legs needed attention.
Because the girl was absolutely delectable.
Instead of her regular polo shirt and khaki pants, Katy had on a green and black dress that hugged those amazing curves. The neckline was high, but it still showed off her big tits. I could even make out the press of her nipples through
the cloth. Instantly, my mouth started to water.
I knew which part of her I wanted to start with first.
“Nice dress, Katy,” came my voice, rough and needy. My intentions were obvious. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her brains out.
The others were staring at her too. Pricks stood at full attention and ready to perform for our Katy.
I cleared my throat and adjusted the girth of my dick that now snaked halfway down my thigh. “No problem, baby. Just settle in. Relax, hon, we’re about to go wheels up.”
Because the pilot had come on board, waving a hand in greeting. And then the plane door closed, the seatbelt sign coming on.
And smiling sweetly, Katy took a seat next to the window with her clipboard and her phone. Our sweet angel was tapping away at the screen, likely updating Helena before we were in the air.
Damn it, Helena. Leave her to us. She can talk to you about bottled water consumption later.
In all honesty, I had no idea how much work Helena had given Katy. Before, we’d never cared with other personal assistants. But if it stressed out the beautiful brunette, then it was a problem.
Our problem.
Because we wanted her happy and relaxed.
Smiling and carefree.
Katy’s experience with Alpha Prime mattered, for some reason or other.
Shit. Were we getting soft?
Yet it was true.
Shit.
“Katy baby, get us some drinks will you?” I drawled casually. “We’re thirsty.”
“Of course,” Katy jumped up, ready to serve. The dress hugged her ass when she leaned over to put down her clipboard and phone. Our sexy assistant bustled down the aisle, always eager to please.
It only turned me on more.
Because she was always ready to do exactly what we wanted. It was the biggest turn-on. Unlike a lot of the girls who've been in our bed, Katy was genuine. Pleasing us gave her pleasure. And the girl actually seemed to enjoy our company. Imagine that.
Not once did she ask for anything extra because we wanted to fuck her. We were completely helpless to our dicks when the chick was around, but she didn’t hold it against us. The brunette was unlike anyone that we’d ever had before.
The little tray on wheels rattled out of the kitchen, and there stood our best girl in her green and black dress, tits jiggling free, ass wiggling from side to side. Three bottles of bubbly in ice buckets sat on top of the cart along with a trio of champagne glasses.
Perfect.
Our dream girl.
“You want to use glasses or just drink straight from the bottle?” she asked, already aware that we liked to go big with everything, especially when it came to alcohol. Then she tapped her chin in thought. “It’s bubbly so it might go in your nose if you try out of the bottle. I’ll pour it,” were her determined words.
But the girl couldn’t pop the top, no matter how she tried. It was obvious that the eighteen-year-old had never opened a bottle of champagne before.
“Let me get that for you,” I said, taking the green glass from her. “Don’t want it exploding in your face.”
Katy stared in awe, eager to learn. Demonstrating, I opened the top with a loud pop! and held it firmly in my large hand. My blood pumped as I thought about what we were about to do with her next.
“You make it look so easy!”
“It takes some practice. Come on, we want you to drink with us.”
“But I’m not twenty-one,” she giggled. “Can’t you get in trouble?”
“We’re not worried about that,” Trent replied. “Who you gonna call?” he asked, miming Ghostbusters.
“Nobody,” she admitted shyly.
“Exactly, so drink with us,” was my demand. “You’ll like it. It’s good stuff.”
Katy blushed. “Well, let me get another glass.”
She turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen, but Mason gently grabbed her arm.
“No, honey. You won't drink it like that. We have something special planned.”
“Special? What do you mean?”
Because the girl knew us now, excitement lighting those big brown eyes. Aw yeah. Those nipples hardened, big tits heaving up and down.
“Kitty-Kat, it’s time,” I growled.
“Time for what?” she lisped sweetly, even though I think she knew.
“Time for training,” I answered on a growl. “You know what that means.”
Trent nodded.
“You know, stretching your holes,” he added smoothly, like this was totally normal. “Remember what we told you last night?”
He stretched out his long legs so she could see that hard length like a ruler down his thigh. A wet spot appeared on the faded denim where it pressed against his leaking shaft.
“I remember. What c—I mean—what do you want me to do?” she asked, ready to please but unsure what came next. “I’ll do anything.”
Fuck.
As always, our plump princess was so damn eager. Like I said, she’s perfect for us.
“We'd rather show you than tell you,” Mason and Trent growled in unison.
Mase stood up and stripped off his white T-shirt, throwing it on the ground. His jeans were quick to follow, cock bobbing out, jumping free from its prison to slap against his hard belly. There was already pre-cum drizzling down the thick and veiny shaft.
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.
Shit, she can’t get enough of us.
The noises that Katy made were nothing short of pornographic. Hot and wet, gulping loud and dirty as hell, swallowing all that stiff cock over and over again. She was our whorish little angel.
Fuck. This one can’t get enough of us.
Her legs fell open on the couch, the pretty green and black dress she’d worn riding up her luscious upper legs. The white couch hugged that gorgeous, full frame.
And our little girl was dirty for sure. Katy humped the seat as she sucked our cocks, the silky fabric sliding up all the way to her waist. Drool, champagne, and pre-cum dripped down her chin and down her chest to stain her dress.
But we didn’t give a shit about that.
Because the brunette wasn’t wearing any panties.