Gunner wasn’t subtle at all. All night he’d been substituting Kate’s name into the songs while bashing away at the drums. Most of our music was about anonymous girls, making it appeal to our main audience. But Gunner was making everything about the eighteen-year-old princess in his head.
Good thinking, bud.
Finally, the concert ended. The fans screamed, begging us for an encore, per usual. It didn’t matter, though. We were done, and they would not be getting any kind of bonus.
With sweat pouring down my back and my shaft half-hard from anticipation of seeing Kate, I jogged with the guys off the stage and toward the dressing room.
The brunette would be there. She had to be.
“That girl better be waiting for us,” Brody growled. “We told her to.”
“She’s paid to wait. I can’t imagine she’ll go too far,” Gunner said. He rattled his drumsticks against the block wall as we walked down the hallway. “If she does, she’ll come back.”
I nodded. “She’ll be there.”
Brody’s hunger was tangible, a throbbing beat in the air, making the environment vibrate. We stepped over lights and equipment, rushing in the direction the stadium assistant had showed us. As usual, a bunch of half-naked chicks rushed out towards the band, scurrying down the corridor like ants. The security guys did their jobs for once and kept them away.
“Can’t wait,” Brody growled, eyes intent. “Shit, it’s been so long.”
“Chill, man.” I bumped his shoulder and shoved him aside to get in front. “She’s our assistant, not some random chick.”
“I don’t mean it that way and you know it,” he growled back at me. “She’s special. That’s why I want her.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but was interrupted.
“Out of the way, fellas!” Gunner shoved his way between us, stopping the spat before it even happened.
Like an Hard Fought PR guru, he waved and pinched the asses of the screaming groupies waiting to ambush us. Girls cried after him. Even though he was pandering to the audience, he didn’t stop his pace until he got to the dressing room. Gunner was a man on a mission. He only beat me and Brody to it by a couple of seconds, most likely in an effort to escape his duty as the band ass-grabber.
Elbowing and shoving at each other, the three of us busted into the dressing room.
Just like Brody wanted, Kate was already in there, spread out and waiting for us.
A growl rose from low in my chest and my pole went from half-hard to full club.
“Gunner, Brody, Hudson,” Kate whispered our names, one by one. Her pink tongue made a slow and dirty circle along her lips. “How was the show, gentlemen?”
“Who knows?” Brody rasped, eyes ravenous. “I’m more interested in The Kate Show.”
My cock was so hard it could crush rocks. It throbbed, hot and hungry, trying to fight its way out of my jeans and get to Kate’s sweet softness. A damp spot formed on my jeans, evidence of the desire.
Our sweet Kate lay spread out on the big round table in the center of the room.
This was the candy table. It was a place where rock bands before us lay out their cocaine and their heroin and other bullshit drugs. The table was meant for credit cards, hundred-dollar bills and other paraphernalia. We never engaged in such activities.
Kate is our heroin.
She had spread herself out like a mountain of the drugs that other men craved.
Her lush and thick body was nude, her titties juicy and enormous. As I looked her over, there was only a few words that my brain could piece together.
Nipples hard. Legs spread. Pussy wet.
She knew what she was doing to us. Yeah, we fucked a virgin, but our dicks must have turned her into the perfect Hard Fought woman.
Hot honey drizzled from her softly pulsing folds. She held a microphone in one hand and held it up to her mouth like she was about to sing. An open-mouthed Kate was a welcome sight. With the other hand, she played with herself, dipping her fingers in and out of her hot snatch. The strokes were lazy, her movements slow and hypnotic. Again and again, she fucked her wet hole with two fingers.
It was mesmerizing.
She looked up to make sure we were watching. The three of us were, of course.
A wicked smile curled her red lips. “Mic check. Mic check.” She licked her lips again and looked steadily at each of us. “One, two, three.”
She stopped fucking herself. Still smiling, our luscious queen held her pussy lips wide open. Then she lowered the head of the mic to her cunt and teased her opening with it. Back and forth. The mic nuzzled between her thick pussy lips. Finally, Kate wiggled her hips like she was trying to stuff it inside of her.
Fuck.
My knees went weak, dick steadily dripped in my pants.
I wanted to jump into her cunt mouth-first, slurping that sweet snatch and biting her clit. My balls drew up tight enough to hurt. I grabbed the base of my cock tight and stepped back.
No point in going off like a geyser when I haven’t even touched her yet. Easy, tiger.
Watching her try to take that mic up her hole made my fuck-stick turn to granite. It was more than ready to plunge into all that sweetness that Kate had saved just for us.
Like me and Gunner, Brody 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 Kate was as a person.
Innocent yet slutty. Bare-faced but beautiful.
Gunner and Brody 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 Kate than sex. That was the part that the three of us wanted to know more about.
“You look real good, Kitty-Kat,” Brody growled. His dick was a monster in his jeans. “Good enough for us Alphas to eat.”
“We’d love to devour you, baby,” Gunner 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, Gunner growled and held onto his dick so hard that it looked like he was about to yank it off. Brody’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…”